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Post by Cori on Jul 8, 2012 19:41:27 GMT -5
WILD SKITTY APPEARED! [/style] Skitty || Female || Normalize || Normal || Level 2 Fake Out || Growl || Tail Whip || Tackle The betrayed look on the Eevee’s face following her attack sent a burning jolt of shame through the kitten for a moment, causing her to hesitate instead of immediately lashing out at the other youngster for a second time. Why did he have to go staring at her like that? Geeze, she did not even hit him that hard, and here he was still looking like she had just picked up a knife in her mouth and shoved it into his fluffy shoulder. But no, she couldn’t hesitate now, not when she was a newly christened Dark Empress on the path to achieving her desired level of villainy! Besides, if she let up now, this kid was not going to learn anything about standing up for himself. If his trainer wouldn’t even look after him, then he should toughen up and leave her instead of sobbing around for someone else to comfort him. In that, she supposed she was really more of an anti-hero or anti-villain that a real evildoer, but she could live with that. Evil was always more interesting when the bad guy - er, bad lady - in question had less vile motivation anyway.
Unfortunately for her, they also tended to have more tragic endings.
Not that she felt threatened by anything nearby: she had this kid on the ropes - and from what she had seen so far, the little one was hardly a threat - and was about to change in for another fierce attack when a Tackle far stronger than anything she could have done slammed into her with a loud smack, Sparks’ furious strike sending her flying like a toy tossed at the wall by an angry toddler. Only the other normal-type was far stronger than any human tot, and the force of the blow alone was enough to knock the Skitty out before she made a rough landing on the ground in a bright pink-and-yellow heap. Later, she would lament that there was no time for her to definitely face her victorious foe and recite a practiced speech before the final battle like villains in stories were supposed to, not that the older creature would have listened to her anyway.
WILD SKITTY FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAUGHT! SPARKS AND NIGHTMARE GAINED ONE LEVEL EACH FOR WINNING! SPARKS IS NOW LEVEL 9! NIGHTMARE IS NOW LEVEL 5!
WILD SURSKIT APPEARED! [/style] Surskit || Male || Swift Swim || Bug/Water || Level 7 Bubble || Quick Attack A series of loud, terrified shrieks interrupted the calm following Sparks’ vanquishing of the Skitty villainess as a small blue blur zig-zagged his way across the pavement, his four spindly legs working furiously to push their owner forward and away from the much larger creature chasing him while he spat Bubble attacks at the sidewalk in front of him, slicking it with water so that he could glide across it almost as easily as he could the surface of a pond. That was where Surskit such as himself really belonged, safe on the water’s surface from anything but the aquatic Pokémon lurking below. If he were only there, instead of here in the middle of the bustling city where anything could chase him down, then he wouldn’t be in such a predicament! But no, the rich humans who “owned” his pond just had to decide that they no longer wanted wild Pokémon living there anymore and evicted him, chasing him off their sprawling private property with their Pachirisu. He had managed to shake the electric squirrel about an hour ago, but now there was something far worse on his heels, threatening to tear him to shreds the moment he stopped for a breather. The dual-type squeezed his eyes shut tight in terror and with a terrified squeak leaped to the right just in time to avoid his pursuer’s humongous horns as they snapped at the empty air where he had been merely a second before. The frantic jump saved him for a moment, but it also sent the blushing bug tumbling across the un-soaked sidewalk and nearly into the legs of a human girl standing there blankly. He landed at her feet in a sprawled jumble of pale blue limbs, opening his eyes despite the pain from the fall to stare up at her. He was scared, so scared of the predator chasing him that he was willing to beg anyone for help, even this girl with her vacant stare and apparent disinterest in the world around her.
“SurskitsursurskiskitSurskit!” PleasesavemeIdon’twanttobeeaten! He blurted out, scrambling to his feet before he dashed around the redhead, crouching down behind her legs and whimpering in terror and hoping against hope that she would wake up from whatever trance she was in and saved them both from the terrifying beast that sought to devour him. If not, they would both be in a world of trouble!
WILD PINSIR APPEARED! [/style] Pinsir || Male || Mold Breaker || Bug || Level 7 ViceGrip || Focus Energy || Bind A deep, furious growl shook the Pinsir’s body as his ViceGrip missed his target’s tiny leg by an inch, leaving him to faceplant into the ground pincers-first and giving the fleeing creature more time to escape. This hunt was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth, for while the smaller insect was undoubtedly a coward, it was still a stubborn little thing and kept running with fear-fueled intensity. By now, he should have torn the other creature in half and feasted on its squishy, syrupy insides, but this chase was turning out to be far more exhausting than he had first anticipated and the disgruntled bug was beginning to wonder perhaps if he should give up his pursuit of the sweet treat. After all this running, the sugar rush he got from a tiny little thing like this Surskit would hardly be enough to replenish his energy anyway. He needed something with meat on its bones, and preferably something that would not make catching it a living hell for him.
As luck would have it, when the Pinisr pushed his weighted head off the ground, he found that the pesky Surskit had actually lead him right to the perfect meal in his retreat, spotting two Eevees not far off as well as an unconscious Skitty. He gave a pleased click as he scanned the small group, already planning which he would devour first. From here, he could not tell for sure whether the Skitty had only passed out or was really dead, so he would eat that first - hopefully before it went bad. Some bug-types enjoyed the taste of rotting flesh, but he himself preferred food that was still fresh enough that it bled when he ripped it into bite-sized chunks. Next, he would gobble up the larger Eevee, then finish up with the tiny, terrified-looking one for dessert.
Deciding that he would get rid of the larger Eevee first, he completely ignored the trainer’s presence - she wasn’t doing anything anyway, so if he took advantage of her carelessness, then it would be her own damn fault - and charged at Sparks, snapping his immense pincers at the fluffy creature in a ViceGrip attack. The Surskit was completely forgotten for the moment, although he made a mental note to go back for it later if it was too stupid to flee this time. A little Surskit syrup added to his food would make for an even better meal.
OOC: I am sorry for how messed-up this Pinsir is, but have you seen their Pokédex entries? D: Not pleasant. Also, rolling two from now on to save time, er, unless you tell me to go back to one. I really only did this because I was afraid you'd think it too tedious. ^-^'
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jul 8, 2012 20:20:27 GMT -5
Sparks growled again, showing off his little teeth. Take that, stupid Skitty! That's what you get for hurting his little brother. Tail swishing behind him, he threw the Pokeball in his mouth at the Skitty, only for it to bounce right off the little thing's head. Right. That already had a Meowth in it. He knew that. Snatching up the Pokeball where it had landed from bouncing off the Skitty's head, he then began sauntering back over to Terra... when suddenly there was another little fluffy blur streaking past him, throwing a Pokeball. Apparently Nightmare had decided to join in on the fun and throw Pokeballs too... though this one was empty and taken from Terra's pocket. He just sat down on his butt and beamed up at his big brother. Nightmare could do it too! Terra blinked at the sound of lots of terrified squeaks coming from futher down, followed by the sound of grinding and thumping. Oh no! It was surely Santa riding his woodchipper of death pulled by the chainsaws of doom! ... Something told her that wasn't how it went... Maybe it the woodchipper of doom and the chainsaw of death. Yep, that sounded closer! "Don't worry, little Surskit, I'll keep you safe!" she stated, beaming widely. "I'll be your Trainer and keep you safe from the mean Santa!" She strode forward and blinked. That... did not look like Santa. Oh well, no use questioning this! "Lava Plume!" she yelled, throwing her hands out to try to direct the attack towards the... Santa impersonator instead of the Eevees. Yeah... that could work. OOC: ... Terra is probably an escaped mental patient. Gonna try to speed friendly cap the Surskit. Nightmare apparently wants to join in on training too. That is all. Team- Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Chatot (fainted) ~ Spinda (fainted) ~ Meowth (fainted) [/blockquote]
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Post by Cori on Jul 22, 2012 20:42:44 GMT -5
WILD SKITTY APPEARED! [/style] Skitty || Female || Normalize || Normal || Level 2 Fake Out || Growl || Tail Whip || Tackle Shiver...shiver...shake...ping! Just like his brother before him, Nightmare was now on his way to training glory! ...or, at least, to making his own trainer proud.
WILD SKITTY WAS CAUGHT!
WILD SURSKIT APPEARED! [/style] Surskit || Male || Swift Swim || Bug/Water || Level 7 Bubble || Quick Attack A bemused blink was the Surskit’s immediate answer to Miss Rindalin’s sudden declaration that she would be his trainer and keep him safe from...er, from whatever the heck a Santa was supposed to be. Was it some kind of nickname this girl had for Pinsirs? Not that it mattered to the tiny blue bug provided that she would fight the vicious bug-type off for him in the end, so after considering her offer for a moment he nodded frantically as the din caused by the bloodthirsty Pinsir’s approach grew ever closer, quickly deciding that if the young lady was going to take him as hers to protect then he might as well take advantage of what little defense she could provide him. It was a bit of a shock to his system that a human was even willing to lend him a hand after the morning he’d been having, but he would gladly place his fate in her delicate hands so long as it kept him from becoming crazed Pinsir food.
As the redhead stepped forward, the Surskit considered running for cover in the bushes, hoping that she might distract the charging monster who was now way too close for his comfort - damn it, he could see the creature’s namesake pincers snapping open and closed by now! But something compelled him to follow her, clinging close to her heels with his tiny eyes wide in both fear and curiosity as he watched her carefully, wondering what she was going to do about it. He sure didn’t have to wait long, as she quickly thrust her hands out at the other with a cry, sending a stream of bright vermillion flames at the predator from her palms. The smaller bug-type squealed in shock, wrapping one of his long legs around his not-quite-human defender’s ankle to steady himself as the sight left him trembling in awe. When he turned his gaze skyward to peer at her face again instead of the roaring flames - he could feel the heat rolling from them even from where he stood! - his dark eyes were glittering with a mix of fear and reverence. Just what was she, and more importantly, why was she so keen on helping him when the rest of the world seemed so eager to be rid of him?
SURSKIT IS WILLING TO GO WITH TERRA! HE CAN NOW BE CAUGHT!
WILD PINSIR APPEARED! [/style] Pinsir || Male || Mold Breaker || Bug || Level 7 ViceGrip || Focus Energy || Bind The Pinsir narrowed his eyes further - if such a thing were possible - to glare in anger at the Eevee duo in as a bright light engulfed the unconscious Skitty and drew it into the Pokéball the smaller of the two brown furballs had thrown at it. There went a third of his dinner! Fuming, he raced toward him as quickly as his awkward form allowed him, intent on snatching up the other two and breaking their furry little necks with his ViceGrip before they could pull a similar disappearing act. While the bloodthirsty creature considered himself clever in the ways of killing, he was still a brute at the core, too focused on causing damage to stop and realize that all he had to do to “reclaim” his Skitty snack was press the little release button on the Pokéball. So it was that instead of trying to solve the problem at hand, he yearned more strongly than ever to crush the cute little pair in his pincers and devour their soft, tasty flesh. He paid no heed the the human girl after his first cursory glance - and why should he? She looked shell-shocked for some reason, completely unaware of the world around her. As far as he could tell, she would hardly care if her precious little pets ended up a snack right in front of her eyes.
Unfortunately, what the Pinsir failed to take into account was that while the tomato-red haired trainer was perfectly fine with letting her Eevees battle and capture Pokémon without her, she would absolutely not tolerate Santa-related shenanigans and while he bore no red or green on his body it did not change the fact that she still saw him as one of the evil Santa’s minions. Or a wanna-be. Or perhaps even his approaching woodchipper of doom. Not that it mattered what weird delusion she’d used to label him in the end, because once she raised her hands in his direction, it was over; a second and a flash of red later, and the Pinsir found himself surrounded by raging flames, his exoskeleton blackening and warping in places from the heat. An enraged scream rent the air as he turned toward the trainer, body ablaze, and attempted to dash toward her, ignoring the agonizing pain in favor of charging the Eeveeholic to tear her limb-from-limb in revenge. He never made it, however, as his body gave out before his rage could, and he fell to the ground in a burning heap. The air was filled with the scent of burning bug, but it was worth it, as the monster-slash-Santa-slash-woodchipper had been vanquished.
WILD PINSIR FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAUGHT!
WILD ODDISH APPEARED! [/style] Oddish || Male || Chlorophyll || Grass/Poison || Level 4 Absorb “Odd, Oddish odd?” Uwa, what’s all the noise for? A small blue-bodied Pokémon half-questioned and half-yawned as he wandered about, still drowsy from being roused from his slumber in the middle of the day by the sounds of battle not far from the grassy plot he’d bedded down in a few hours ago just as the sun’s rays began to peek over the horizon. Oddish, or at least untrained specimens who had no reason to adjust their sleep schedule, were nocturnal by nature and thus this one was unused to being awake at this hour and was stumbling along clumsily, blinking pitifully against the sudden and unusual brightness of the day. He didn’t even know why he wanted to see what was going on - his instincts, along with the strong aroma of something burning, should have told him to flee in the other direction - but it might have something to do with the fog of sleep that still clouded the dual-type’s mind. Wearily, he stumbled past the flowers decorating some human’s front lawn, clustered cheerily around their mailbox in a riot of bright colors ranging from an almost electric blue all the way to deep red, and onto the warm sidewalk beyond. He had no idea where he was going, much less who he might bump into, but it all made the same kind of strange sense to him that dreams often did to the sleeping. Really, between it being too bright for him to see and his mind not functioning properly, the poor creature might as well have been sleepwalking for all the attention he paid to the world around him.
OOC: Sorry it took so long! >.< -bows repeatedly- And sorry that it's so crappy.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jul 22, 2012 21:09:50 GMT -5
Terra giggled softly at the shy little Surskit. "It's okay, little guy, you're safe now. Santa isn't gonna get you!" she bent down and gently pet his little head, a smile on her face as she did so. "I'll take good care of you. I promise." She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a Pokeball, expanding it and then gently placing it on the ground in front of the little Pokemon. "Here you go! Just press the big white button and you'll be home!" She gave it a wide grin and then turned to glare at the Pinsir. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Scaring that poor Surskit like that!" Her hands were on her hips now, and she was pouting at the thing before she realized... this was the perfect time to catch it! Grinning childishly, she reached in and grabbed another Pokeball, throwing this one at the Pinsir. She would take down Santa, and she would do it by taking hostage his sleigh! The little Shiny Vulpix was sniffing about in the bushes. He didn't really know where he was going... all he knew was that he wanted to find some new friends to play with! When he saw the little Eevees, he grinned from his patch of bushes. He wriggled his butt before he pounced forward, only to skid to a halt at the sight of the stumbling Oddish. Eek, unexpected enemy, unexpected enemy. Instinctively, he breathed out an Ember attack, paws skidding about randomly as he tried to break and not hit anyone. It wasn't his fault he hadn't been expecting the Oddish! OOC: One, I don't care about how long it takes, Cori, just posting makes my day. Er, night rather. And two, it is not crappy. I LOVE these guys! Team- Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Banquo ~ Spinda (fainted) ~ Skitty (fainted) [/blockquote]
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Post by Cori on Jul 29, 2012 19:38:35 GMT -5
WILD SURSKIT APPEARED! [/style] Surskit || Male || Swift Swim || Bug/Water || Level 7 Bubble || Quick Attack Shiver...shiver...shake...ping! Going with Terra might have been a hasty decision at its best and a potential disaster at its worst, but the Surskit was willing to follow around anyone who threw him a shred of kindness at this point and disappeared into the waiting without a fuss after lightly tapping the offered Pokéball.
SURSKIT WAS CAUGHT!
WILD PINSIR APPEARED! [/style] Pinsir || Male || Mold Breaker || Bug || Level 7 ViceGrip || Focus Energy || Bind Shiver...shiver...shake...wobble...ping! Though it looked for a split second like the unconscious bug had somehow fought its way free, the glowing light at the sphere’s center and the soft click of the locking mechanism proved otherwise as the terror was successfully captured.
WILD PINSIR WAS CAUGHT!
WILD ODDISH APPEARED! [/style] Oddish || Male || Chlorophyll || Grass/Poison || Level 4 Absorb With the world around him still blurring together in front of his tired eyes, the Oddish barely noticed the streak of gold exiting the bushes in front of him, even as the other creature back pedaled furiously to keep from crashing into the derpy plant. What he did notice, however, was the sudden flash of heat and the sudden sharp pain suddenly erupting across his face as the Ember made contact. The searing flames snapped him out of his daze and the dual-type stumbled back, a squeal of pain leaving him as he furiously and foolishly tried to beat the flames licking at his face and tiny red eyes out with his leaves, though he only succeeded in making the blaze spread to the bright green appendages. The sudden return to full consciousness, even fueled by such pain, was such a shock to his system that he failed to retaliate properly against the shiny-coated Vulpix; instead, he ran forward blindly, whimpering in pain as he stumbled around in a rising cloud of smoke.
He couldn’t see! Were his eyes burned out of his head? He couldn’t even tell what had attacked him in the first place, but his instinct was to get as far away from it as possible and hopefully to a water source where he could put himself out before the flames fatally consumed his body. In his blind fumble, he bumped right into the Vulpix before falling back on his butt. If his eyes were still there, he would’ve cried in fear, but since he didn’t know if they were or not he simply let out another wail of pain, certain that whatever he’d run into was going to finish what it started. He never should have left his comfy bed of soil!
WILD DODUO APPEARED! [/style] Doduo || Male || Early Bird || Normal/Flying || Level 5 Peck || Growl || Quick Attack What are you hesitating for? I think we should attack! One tan, round bird’s head thought to his brother as he peered at a duo of Eevees down the street. To the left head, the one who considered himself the dominant one, the small fluffy normal-types looked like fairly good opponents for them - not weak enough that beating them up would leave a bad taste in their mouths, but not strong enough that they wouldn’t at least have an alright chance of winning. In fact, if it were up to him, they would have ran down the sidewalk at the fox-like creatures then and there, if not for a certain someone who was dragging their co-owned feet. Come on! Why’re you always wimping out on me? We’re never going to get any stronger at this rate!
But big brooo, their trainer looks scaaary. The younger, right head mentally whined back through their twin telepathy, swerving on his long neck as he stared at the red-haired human girl. She was hardly terrifying by her kind’s standards: short, with a childlike build, but the way she had roasted that Pinsir without so much as flinching was downright terrifying. What if she tries to fry us too?
Look, you pansy, that was obviously an emergency! Pinsir are carnivores you know. We, on the other hand, are not. So there's no reason for a trainer's to step in and toast our tail feathers for something we didn’t do. We’re not trying to kill anything, right? So she shouldn’t have any excuse to torch us. The elder reasoned, though he was less certain about how correct his assumptions were than he was chomping at the bit to get some battling done. Now quit your worrying and let me control our legs so we can get this show on the road!
I-if you say so. The timid head stammered as he drooped slightly, relinquishing full control of their body’s movement to his twin, who wasted not a second in dashing toward the Eevees with a Quick Attack, charging towards the closer of the other normal-type brothers on their long legs. The excited, hopeful glint in his dark eyes was only rivaled by the obvious fear of the other, who apparently thought the safest place to wait out his brother’s craziness and the pain they were both likely to suffer for it was hunkered down close to their body with his own eyes scrunched tightly closed.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jul 31, 2012 8:26:27 GMT -5
Terra whooped when she caught both of the Pokemon, putting the Surskit back into her pocket and then giggling as she took the other Pokeball from Nightmare, placing it in her pocket too. This was looking to be a fun day! She had taken captive another one of Santa's number, and she now had all the time in the world to get answers out of him. Cackling darkly at the thought, she ignored the strange looks from her Eevees. She would get answers such as where this villainous scoundrel named Santa lived. And his weaknesses. And how to capture him. She'd like to see him move fast now without his loyal woodchipper to take him places. Banquo blinked at the sight of the burning plant, feeling a little guilty about it. He hadn't been intending to cause all this pain and suffering... just have some fun! That's all! That and he'd been surprised. And then the little flaming thing bumped into him, and well... the smoke and the leaves tickled his nose in all the wrong ways. He couldn't contain a sneeze, and with his sneeze came a fierce wave of heat known as Overheat, the air heating up around him to a blistering humidity that could easily roast something in his vicinity; it was a good thing his Trainer was immune, otherwise she could get hurt! Nightmare was glad he was close to Terra but seeing the Doduo running towards Sparks, he let out a little warning yelp, giving the smaller Eevee time enough to wheel and launch himself forward in an answering Tackle attack. Sure, it wouldn't be as powerful of an attack, but he was hoping his own power would be enough to cancel it out. That is, if it even landed. If not, he would be pissed since it meant the attack was heading straight for Nightmare and Terra, and he couldn't let that land, even if he had to take it himself. OOC: Dawwwww, Sparks does have a heart <3 And yes, that's Sparks attacking, not Nightmare. Team- Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Banquo ~ Spinda (fainted) ~ Pinsir (fainted) [/blockquote]
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Post by Cori on Aug 25, 2012 3:57:53 GMT -5
WILD DODUO APPEARED! [/style] Doduo || Male || Early Bird || Normal/Flying || Level 5 Peck || Growl || Quick Attack Now, one of the downsides when dealing with other Pokémon was that size was rarely a good indication of skill level; one well-aimed Thunderbolt could, for example, take down a Wailmer even if the attacker were naught but a little Pikachu. Needless to say judging a creature’s ability by their size was a grave error in Pokémon battles, and unfortunately for the Doduo, the elder head had made that very mistake in thinking that taking down the fluffy normal-types would be easy just because they were small; a mistake that only realized when the elder Eevee, responding to his brother’s yelp of alarm, wheeled on the two-in-one flying-type and struck back with a Tackle that more than cancelled out their Quick Attack. The force of the blow knocked them off their feet, tumbling backward in a jumble of long legs and dazed surprise, the older head’s eyes going wide while the younger let out a sharp chirp of pain and surprise.
I knew this was a bad idea! I knew it! The younger sniffled as they struggled to untangle their limbs and stand, his eyes scrunched shut against the world. The knobby knuckles on their long toes hurt - they must’ve scraped them when they fell, he realized, but the cowardly youngster was too afraid to take a peek and confirm the injury. Feeling the pain was one thing, but actually seeing the blood always made him feel sick to their shared stomach. But you never believe me, big bro!
Stop your whining! The older snapped back, pulling one lanky leg from beneath their feathery body and getting to their feet shakily. There was no doubt that the Eevee had done more damage to them than he had managed to deliver, but it was still too early in the game for him to give up completely. Moreover, there was absolutely no way he was going to let his wimpy twin be right; he’d never hear the end of it otherwise. At least with his brother trembling away in fear he still had full control of their body, and he would be damned if he didn’t use it to prove the coward wrong. They - no, he - could do this, minor setbacks be damned!
With a furious cry, the double-headed creature charged forward once more, their movements undoubtedly slower this time around. Just when it looked like they were going to trample the smaller normal-type, however, the more aggressive head suddenly snapped forward, stretching his slender neck to jab at the deceptively little warrior with a Peck attack.
WILD ODDISH APPEARED! [/style] Oddish || Male || Chlorophyll || Grass/Poison || Level 4 Absorb Another round of shrill shrieks filled the air as the Oddish thrashed about weakly, the once green leaves growing from his body still ablaze despite his frenzied attempts to put them out. Yet somehow, despite the blinding pain, a single thought managed to scamper across his foggy mind: if he could only pinpoint the source of his suffering then he could use his Absorb attack to dull at least part of of the pain. Of course, he was still too far into panic mode to think rationally at this point and in his haste to seize some measure of relief however he could obtain it the grass-type forgot that against anything capable of breathing fire at him his attack of choice would likely do next to no damage. Green lights bloomed for an instant against his flaming leaves as the weed-like creature attempted to drain a few drops of precious healing energy from his attacker but in the end it was all for naught as in his blindness the attack missed completely, the glints of light dying off just as abruptly as they had appeared.
And then, as if fate saw fit to punish the foolish Pokémon for trying to heal himself, the Vulpix’s accidental Overheat struck.
Suddenly the agony from the Ember seemed little more than a minor annoyance in the face of this new torment as a wave of pain more intense than anything the dual-type had felt before consumed him, overtaking his senses and condensing his entire being into one tortured scream. To anyone watching from the outside, the “battle” was over in a matter of seconds, but by the time the Oddish’s frail hold on consciousness finally slipped away it seemed like an eternity for the tiny creature. Flames continued eating away at his body as it dropped to the ground and his blackened leaves released puffs of thick, foul-smelling smoke into the air as they burned. For a moment, his body lay on the ground, appearing quite dead until a single shallow breath stirred his otherwise still form; though he was severely charred by the Vulpix’s flames, it would not be too late to save him, if only the fire-type’s trainer noticed him in time.
WILD ODDISH FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAUGHT! BANQUO GAINED TWO LEVELS FOR WINNING! BANQUO IS NOW LEVEL 4!
WILD PIDOVE APPEARED! [/style] Pidove || Female || Super Luck || Normal/Flying || Level 3 Gust Now Pokémon, despite the name, were hardly the monsters some of the more frightened humans painted them to be and while some genuinely took pleasure in both watching others in pain as well as causing it - much like certain humans did - no doubt more of the creatures out there would feel at least some measure of pity for the fallen Oddish than not. Which was not to say that there were not still a few that would doubtlessly find the same scene downright hilarious, or might perhaps be desperate enough to step forward and attempt to devour the creature once it expired. However, possibly the strangest and most disturbing of all were those who expressed no emotion one way or another at these sights, their gaze revealing nothing of their thoughts or feelings at witnessing such a scene or even irritation from the foul smoke rapidly filling the air. These creatures simply were.
The Pidove perched nearby was one such creature, making not so much as a peep as it watched the chaos unfold below with unblinking stoicism. The way it perched on one white fencepost in complete silence suggested that it might be a well-made lawn ornament rather than a living, breathing creature were it not for the slight rise and fall of its feathered chest. What could possibly be going on behind that darkly glittering stare? Was she perhaps putting on a front so as not to reveal the deep emotional pain the Oddish’s potential death stirred in her? Or were her intentions more devious, her intentions to size up the shiny-coated Vulpix’s potential so to better weigh the pros and cons of attacking the fire-type?
Well, whatever reasons she had for watching, the flying-type’s emotionless stare was just plain creepy, those yellow-rimmed eyes reminiscent of those dolls some old ladies kept because they thought they were cute or charming but were really going to rise up and murder people in the dark of the night. Sheesh.
OOC: I apologize for the lateness of this. And for any errors. It's four in the morning and I want to peel my own eyes out to make them stop itching. Leave any complaints with me and I will be sure to fix it when I'm awake.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Aug 29, 2012 6:10:29 GMT -5
Sparks skidded to a stop, his paws sliding against the pavement lightly, the task made all the easier by the fuzzy body he'd bounced against to absorb some of the momentum in the impact. His tail was held high, as was his chin, his eyes blazing pride and determination. He was not going to let this Pokemon hurt his family! He wasn't! "Sparks!" a voice called from behind him, and he wheeled to see Terra standing there with a little smile on her face. "Come here, Sparks." Looking back and forth between the Doduo and his Trainer, he let out a heavy sigh before trotting over to her side, sitting down there with a neutral expression on his face. If she didn't want him going after the Doduo, fine, but if she expected him to sit by idly when they were being attacked, she had another thing coming! Nightmare playfully bounded up beside his brother, sitting down with this expression on his face, almost as if he was trying to copy the older Eevee. Sparks ignored his younger brother. There were some individuals that were beyond help. One of them being Terra. As soon as she saw the little Oddish lying there on the ground, she gasped loudly. "Oh no!" Running to the little plant's side, she knelt down to touch the wilted leaves. "Oh, you poor thing..." she whispered softly, almost seeming sad. "Some cookies and cuddles will make you feel better!" she cried, a smile tugging at her lips, one finger raised to stab at the air in triumph. She giggled at the thought and dug around in a pocket for a Pokeball, pulling one out and gently touching the button to the Pokemon's body. She couldn't help squeaking and dropping it though when she felt something climb onto her back, looking over her shoulder to see a flash of yellow fur. What was Banquo doing on her back? As a matter of fact... quite a lot. The oddly-colored Vulpix had to work his paws to manage to stay balanced on his Trainer's back, but that was okay since it afforded him a prime position for what he wanted to do while at the same time afforded the two Eevee brothers some measure of protection from his attack. Breathing in deeply, his little chest puffing out from all the air, he let out a loud cry as he released a large amount of cinders and small flames, the things darting around him as he used Terra's back as a springboard and aimed his little body towards the Doduo, his whole body rocking with the flames licking around him and his Trainer, going on and on as he pulled on every scrap of power he had to prolong the attack. The air grew hotter and hotter around the him as he flew through the air, a sheen of reddish-orange almost seeming to come over it, especially when Terra started subconsciously producing some small flames to run over her skin in response to the heat. The Vulpix squeezed his eyes shut, daring to hope that somehow, his Overheat attack would manage to knock the Doduo unconscious when he hit so that they wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. He heard her scream out something from behind him and the sound of something being thrown, something familiar. A quick glance from squinted eyes confirmed his suspicions. She had decided to throw a Pokeball at it. Well... okay... whatever she thought was best. OOC: Okay... if anything is wrong with this, please tell me and I'll fix it. Promise. It's early and I'm not feeling well, so... yeah. *pets the Cori* And you're fine sweetheart, promise. I swear though... if that Pidove was a male, I would say it's my creeper friend. *shot* Team- Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Banquo ~ Spinda (fainted) ~ Pinsir (fainted) [/blockquote]
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Post by Cori on Aug 29, 2012 17:26:08 GMT -5
WILD DODUO APPEARED! [/style] Doduo || Male || Early Bird || Normal/Flying || Level 5 Peck || Growl || Quick Attack A frustrated chirp left the older brother’s throat as the Eevee leaped clear of his sharp-tipped beak, opening a huge gap between them while the Doduo stumbled to avoid tripping again. This time he succeeded in turning before falling and tumbling into the smaller creature, veering away and running in the opposite direction to make an almost complete circle. In a few quick steps he was right where he was before launching the Peck, panting slightly through both mouths while the elder glared at the Eevee, sizing up the other big brother with his dark eyes. Geeze, he’s fast for a little hairball, he thought in between breaths. His - well, their, really - body was aching by now from both the effort of chasing the smaller normal-type as well as the injuries the other had caused, but still the more aggressive twin refused to back down. No, he was going to catch that slippery jerk this time around, and then he’d show his brother how not being a coward paid off in the end.
...but how was he going to do that when the Eevee was walking away?
“Duo!” Hey! He cried, neck-feathers ruffling as he watched the Eevee turn with a sigh to retreat to his trainer’s side after hearing her call. “Doduo du!” We’re not done yet!
W-what’s happening? His brother thought with a soft peep as he opened a single eye to peer at the scene before him. Are they going away now? Are we safe big bro?
I don’t know! Damn, I wanted to finish that battle so badly. The elder thought with a snort, watching as the girl bent to finally capture the Oddish from before - because that was obviously more important than an ongoing battle - while a Vulpix with strange colored fur clambered up the red-headed trainer’s back. Now how’m I gonna prove to you that being a chicken gets you nowhere? He sighed, turning their body slightly to run off, but his timider brother kept his gaze back behind them and on the group. Something didn’t feel right about this at all.
“Duoooo!” Big bro, run for it! He screamed just as the Vulpix let out a cry of his own signaling the release of his Overheat attack, but it was both too late and the entirely wrong thing to say to his excitable brother because of course he would immediately whirl around to face the threat instead of running as fast as he could to get away from it like any sane Pokémon would in the same situation. So when the Overheat hit the duo, it hit them literally head-on, despite the younger’s attempts to strain away from the approaching sea of flames and embers. In the end, it was a wasted effort; his brother still had control of most of their body’s functions and their feet remained planted on the ground until the force of the flames knocked them off their feet, washing over them accompanied by wave upon wave of intense agony, charring feathers with its touch and leaving them behind on the smoking ground.
As they lost consciousness, the younger brother couldn’t help but reach out to the elder in his hazy thoughts and take one last jab at his sibling before they both passed out. I told you so.
By the time the Pokéball broke through the lingering flames to strike them, both twins were out cold - or hot, in this case - and it had no trouble at all drawing them inside to close with a satisfied snap and a quick locking ping~.
WILD DODUO FAINTED! SPARKS AND BANQUO GAINED ONE LEVEL EACH FOR WINNING! SPARKS IS NOW LEVEL 10! BANQUO IS NOW LEVEL 5!
WILD DODUO WAS CAUGHT!
WILD ODDISH APPEARED! [/style] Oddish || Male || Chlorophyll || Grass/Poison || Level 4 Absorb Shiver...shiver...shake...ping! While it was doubtful that cookies and cuddles would be enough to bring the Oddish back to health, at least it would have a chance now! And that, in the end, was all that really mattered.
WILD ODDISH WAS CAUGHT!
WILD PIDOVE APPEARED! [/style] Pidove || Female || Super Luck || Normal/Flying || Level 3 Gust Ah, there it was! A tilt of the head, proving that yes, this strange, vacant creature watching the goings-on with all the emotional response of a stone statue and the creepiness to rival that one strange kid in high school everyone thought was probably a serial killer was indeed a real live bird instead of a convincing robo-spy or a piece of fancy lawn furniture. If one could read even the tiniest hint of emotion in her deep, space-cold eyes, one might detect a slight glimmer of curiosity within them as she studied the girl, watching silently as the flames died down around the fire-type gijinka’s body, leaving the girl exposed once more. Was she planning an attack? Plotting to pluck the eyes from the redhead’s sockets to feast upon in the name of Giratnia or some other pseudo-Satan? Whatever dark thoughts ran through her head, she seemed to make up her mind quickly enough, spreading her wings and leaping from her perch to sail toward the redhead. Was this it then? Was Terra about to be attacked by one of Santa’s robo-drones in order to silence her before she could expose him for the monster he really was before the world?
Actually, she just landed on the Flareon gijinka’s head softly, feet barely tickling the girl’s scalp before she nestled down against her hair, her ever-unblinking eyes staring ahead from her new vantage point. Yes, as she had thought, the heat flowing from this girl’s body combined with her soft hair made her the trainer’s head a perfect seat, and she would be perfectly content to stay there. So in the end she was not a bloodthirsty agent of the Jolly Old One, merely a strange little bird who had a soft spot for exotic seating arrangements. What a disappointment!
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Sept 23, 2012 10:53:57 GMT -5
No one is as lucky as us! [atrb=border,0,true] [style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #cc0000; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin; margin-bottom: -10px]Sparks 10 | [style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #cc0000; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Banquo 5
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[style=width: 406px; background-color: #ffa700; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; padding: 2px; color: #fff;] We're not at the end but... [/div][/center] Banquo managed to land on his paws, his little falling onto the pavement heavily as he stood, his tails waving proudly behind him. He had did it! He had defeated a Pokemon all on his own! Well, okay, Sparks had helped a little, but he'd done it! The little red ball at his paws was proof enough of that. Soaking in the accomplishment of having proved himself to his Trainer, he dipped his head to pick up the Pokeball in his mouth and then trotted over to Terra's side. Beaming as she scooped up the two Pokeballs, she pressed a gentle kiss to the both of them before she slipped them into her pocket. "Thank you!" she chirped to the little yellow-furred Vulpix, beaming widely in delight and ruffling his fur before she blinked at the feeling of weight on her head. Reaching a single hand up, she gently touched the little bird, her fingertips brushing over soft feathers. "Well hello there," she murmured quietly, for once seeming subdued as she stroked the little Pokemon's body. "Where did you come from?" She saw Nightmare and Sparks stirring from where they were, apparently wanting to protect her, but she waved her hands at them. "No no, go explore you guys!" she giggled, petting the bird on her head with a wide grin on her face. "Me and my new hat friend are going to catch up!" Sparks and Nightmare shared a look, the older Eevee looking skeptical but the younger just playfully nipped his brother's ear before scampering off, Sparks chasing after the younger with an indignant cry. Terra just giggled at the sight and strained to try to look up to see her new head friend. "Do you like my head, new friend?" she asked with a smile and happiness in her voice. "If you want, you can travel around with me and nest in my hair any time you want!" [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Oh no, no one is as lucky as us!
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Post by Cori on Sept 28, 2012 20:03:04 GMT -5
WILD PIDOVE APPEARED! [/style] Pidove || Female || Super Luck || Normal/Flying || Level 3 Gust Not only was it nice and warm up her on her cushy, walking platform, but the Pidove quickly discovered another bonus to this spectacular seating arrangement: free snacks! For on closer inspection the flying-type quickly spotted several bite sized morsels clinging stubbornly to the crimson locks, and after tilting her head and considering one such crumb for a few moments she snatched it up, careful to avoid tugging at the hairs around it. It was wonderful - a fragment of some kind of human treat that melted sweetly in her mouth, and she gave a very quiet chirp of appreciation. Yes, that settled it once and for all. She could have no other for her roost, and she nestled closer to the warmth, dark eyes unblinking as ever though her mind was drifting off. At this rate, she would end up falling asleep with her eyes open again, but right now she was too comfortable to care about how unnerving that would be. Not that she ever cared about what others thought of her glassy-eyed stare, much less knew how creepy it was.
Before she could drift off, however, her seat tilted back just slightly; not enough to knock the bird from her perch, but surely enough to startle her awake for a few seconds. And even then she never blinked, merely gave an inquisitive chirp as she spared a glance down to the human that was looking up at her. Oh, right! She had not exactly asked to stay there, just assuming the human would be fine with it. After all, she had been watching her for quite some time and the redhead hardly seemed like she would mind a little company. In fact, she appeared so flighty that nothing short of a direct threat to her Pokémon would likely throw her for a loop. And sure enough, it was not an eviction from her warm, comfy platform that issued from the girl’s mouth when she spoke but a half-heard invitation to go with her. Sleepily, the Pidove wondered why the human would even have to ask, as she was obviously going to stay wherever her new chair went. But she was already drifting off again and so gave a quick chirp and nod in affirmation and effectively signing away her freedom in exchange for having the best darned perch any flying-type could ever dream for. It was a fair enough trade. Then, not waiting to see whether the girl would capture her right then or leave her be for the moment, she fell into a fast sleep, eyes still wide open and staring. How in the world did she not dry those things out?
PIDOVE IS WILLING TO GO WITH TERRA...AND ASLEEP! SHE CAN NOW BE CAUGHT!
WILD WINGULL APPEARED! [/style] Wingull || Male || Keen Eye || Water/Flying || Level 6 Growl || Water Gun || Supersonic Not far off, a pair even smaller, beadier eyes narrowed at the group in disgust as the foremost trio moved down the street, their owner huffing from his own much less comfortable perch in the shadowy, sharp twig-infested bushes he refused to call home. Yeah, like he ever had one of those. Even when he still lived back at the seashore, nobody in his flock ever made him feel like that rocky, forsaken shore was home. When the harsh storms blew in from the sea and lashed their cliffside nests, no one ever paid any attention to him, not even when he was a fluffy hatchling with downy feathers sticking up every which way. No, the other Wingull could not have given less of a shit about him, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if they would even notice if a hurricane ripped him from their colony and threw him into the sea, dragged under the current and never to be seen again. In fact, they probably hadn’t even noticed when a trainer captured him that fateful day not too long ago and spirited him away to the city. Not that he cared; he would’ve been glad to get out of those assholes’ feathers, with their constant attempts to throw him out of the nest and get him to learn some responsibility, whatever the heck that meant. He might even have been excited by the change of scenery, if that same trainer hadn’t released him in embarrassment the next day after sobering enough to realize that the capture he had made while drunk off his ass and wandering around the beach aimlessly was not the legendary Pokémon he thought it was.
Hmph. Good riddance. Really, that was just freaking fine with him! He didn’t need anything like homes or family or trainers to make it on his own. He could make it just fine on his own; relying on anyone else was for weak, pampered jerks like one ones currently skipping down the street like they owned the Lugia-damned place. He wasn’t jealous of them, that’s for sure - especially not that freaky ass Pidove sitting on their human’s head. He’d be fine out here on his own in this unfamiliar place, he would bleed and fight and hurt and scream but he would be fine!
A sob nearly tore from the young bird’s throat, and he realized that drops of water clung to the corners of his eyes. No, he was not freaking crying, it - it was just that he was part water-type, and sometimes they had too much water in their bodies if they didn’t use it often enough and it started leaking out! Yeah. That - that was all. A couple gulps of air and he could be fine, or so he thought, but that only served to make his little throat close tighter and eyes water more - plus he nearly swallowed a leaf in the process. No, this wasn’t working! With a shriek of frustration, the little flying-type burst out of the bushes, eyes scrunched slightly to stop what he insisted were not tears as he stumbled out onto the path before he shook his head and fixed the approaching party with a blurry glare. I-if his eyes were leaking this badly, then he would just get rid of a lot of it in one shot! Too upset - no, he was angry damn it, just angry! - to worry about who or what he might hit (and, in his mind, they probably deserved it anyway), the hurting creature opened his beak wide and shot a Water Gun toward the approaching trio.
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