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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:27 pm
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With another eye-twitch due to feeling quite annoyed with the noise and general mess that was the dock at the moment, she threw the pokéball she had concealed in her pocket at the ground and Gardenia, her Gardevoir, materialized gracefully next to her. Lumina smiles at her long-time companion before nodding at her and pointing at the mess. Gardenia, knowing what she was supposed to do, used her Psychic to send a few people flying along with their pokémon, which makes the blonde haired trainer pet her beloved Gardevoir and then smile with a slightly sadistic glee.
"Such troublesome people..." She says, still with that same smile, as she slowly forces an opening into the crowd by throwing people and pokémon alike to the sides.
(If this is too much, please tell me and I will modify it to be less... Well, cinematic and overpowered)
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:32 pm
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♦ɱąՐʗυՏ ℈ɠσs♦
[[OOC~ He hasn't responded, sooo... I'm gonna move on...]
>> Marcus continued to admire the many trainers that were battling, but was then sidetracked as the cries and screams of people and pokemon rushed from the direction Marcus had come from. This strange occurrence would draw Marcus's attention like a venomoth to a flame, leading him to walk towards the fleeing crowd and then end up having to swim against them to find out more. "What's going on here?! Raji, return!" Pulling the feline's minimized pokeball from his pocket, he would point and then go back to crowd swimming after the red beam had pulled Persian to safety.
"What's going on here?" He would cry frantically.
A man in a business suit would look back at Marcus and speak, while still moving. "It's the Pokemon Liberation Front! They're out to take pokemon away from their trainers. If you value your pokemon, you'll turn away!" The man would then turn away and continue making his way further and further from the City Docks.
"Pokemon... Liberation... front?" He thought as he took in the man's speech, but continued moving towards the trouble. "Sounds like this region has its own version of Team Rocket... not good. Thoughts of uniformed goons, from his home region, taking pokemon away from unsuspecting children gave him a renewed drive get to the port and stop them. "Move it... coming through!" He would call out as he continued pushing till he finally came to a much smaller crowd and could easily make out a small militia of men and women in outlandish uniforms, battling with other trainers. As he looked around, he made a mental note of the pokemon center that could be seen in the distance.
Anger would build within him as he noticed that there were a couple of men attacking a woman and what Marcus assumed to be her son, attempting to take their pokemon away from him. He would notice that the goons had pokemon out as well, a patrat and a watchog.
"Hey, you two, leave them alone!" He would draw a single pokeball from his pocket and would fling it in the air. "I need you, Fugimoto... CRASH!!!"
The ball would burst open and release a red beam that would then condense into what would best be described as an orange and black pig. It would be standing on its hind legs and would have a black belt wrapped around its waist. "PIG... NITE!!" it would cry, releasing small embers from it's large snot.
http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q103/toko-ya_mi/pokemon/Concept Art/17-1.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q103/toko-ya_mi/pokemon/Concept Art/59.jpg {Fugimoto}x x x x xx{Raji}x x x x x x x xxx{Flo}x x x x x x xxxx{Gin}x x x x x x x xxx{Famfrit}x x x x x xxx{Zenith}
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 11:39 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 12:11 pm
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♦ɱąՐʗυՏ ℈ɠσs♦
[[OOC~ ]
>>"Fugi! Get there attention with a Willowisp!" The pig pokemon would accept the order and then take in a deep gulp of air in his nose.
"PIIIGGGG..."Heaving backwards and then forward, "NIIITE!!". The pokemon would sneeze out multiple balls of fire that would hit the patrat and acquire the attention of the Watchog as well as the two the attention of the thugs.
"Who are you?!" one of them would say, letting go of the tiny pokemon they had almost successfully taken. The new challenger would spark their competitive interests, allowing the mother and son to escape.
"The name's Marcus and I'm going to stop you!" "Pig... Pignite!" The pignite would cry out and then flex to show his readiness. "Fugimoto... Flame Charge them and use Arm Thrust!" Marcus would chain together, not allowing the thugs to order their pokemon.
The pignite would stomp fiercely and then speed off towards the watchog. Before they could adjust, the pignite would slam into the pokemon with a flaming tackle and then bring both of it's arms up to chop the burning pokemon multiple times.
"WATCHOG!!!" The pokemon could cry in pain as it was thrown back, fainted.
The Pignite would then roll backwards and smirk at its victim.
"What... what tha?! We weren't even ready!" The thug would be dumbfounded by their misfortune and would then look down at the patrat to see that it too had succumbed to being burned by Fugimoto's willowisp. Both trainers were shocked and withdrew, calling back their pokemon. "You... don't get comfortable just yet, we'll liberate your pokemon eventually!"
As the two rain back to regroup, Marcus would cross his arms and then look for another person to stop. "Liberate pokemon?! What on earth are they talking about now?" This thought would be interrupted as the cry of a much stronger pokemon could be heard a lot closer than comfortable. "Fugimoto, let's find out what the heck that is!"
The pig pokemon would nod and follow after Marcus as they jogged closer to the port.
http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q103/toko-ya_mi/pokemon/Concept Art/17-1.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q103/toko-ya_mi/pokemon/Concept Art/59.jpg {Fugimoto}x x x x xx{Raji}x x x x x x x xxx{Flo}x x x x x x xxxx{Gin}x x x x x x x xxx{Famfrit}x x x x x xxx{Zenith}
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:35 pm
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Demetri Collins
"I may not be the best, I'm not."
Finally, Demetri had been able to defeat all the grunts who had gone after him. Once that was out of the way he decided to explore a little. When he did he found a small boy hiding, but when Demetri approached, the kid growled at him. "Uh...." He said, not sure what to say until Tai sniffed at him then picked the kid up by the back of the neck, except it wasn't a kid, but a Pokemon. "An Illusion? Damn, that's pretty cool. But lets make it fair little one." Demetri said and called out his Pichu to battle with the little black fox Pokemon. After a little while, he was able to catch it. "I'll call you Nero, but I better get an updated Pokedex so I know more about you." Demetri said, heading to the Pokemon Center to heal his Pokemon.
"But that won't stop me from kicking your a**!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:14 pm
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