when you try your best [open]

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;] He found himself utterly helpless in the situation that he faced. The small pokemon shook slightly, a terrified shutter running down his spine and through his legs, a sort of fear that made his knees shake. It was times like these he utterly wished he could curl up into a ball and simply die. For, the Charmander knew he we neither bold nor strong enough to stand up against the woman who approached where he’d been hiding. Her gaze was heated and fierce, bold as she always was. The charmander clung tightly to his hiding spot, the high branch of an elm-tree, and utterly prayed she was passing by. After a moment, he knew his luck had run out. The Countess of Iron hefted Kale behind her, and took a position to swing. The iron hammer rang quite loudly, smashing into the tree he was hiding it. The vibrations followed the blow, chipping off the some of the tree’s paper-like bark and shaking Ferrum and several leaves out of the tree. The fire-type fell, fell flat on his face upon the grass... And in mere moments, his trainer hovered above him, a hammer poised high above her head. Ferrum scrabbled, standing as quick as he could, and found himself right up against a tree without anywhere to go. The little charmander found himself full of dread. It took everything he had to keep from starting to almost cry, covering his tiny face with his small paws, little claws slightly splayed. He feared for the worst. With a fierce shout, the knight of iron moved, and Ferrum could only shut his eyes and prepare for a horrible impact. Several moments passed, yet, the charmander could feel no pain. It took him a long moment to realize there was was something resting heavily atop his head. After a fearful moment, he cracked his eyelids open, to gaze up at the brunt and weight of the iron that rested quietly atop his skull. “Match.” Endellion’s voice rang, rather disappointed, “Pity, you didn’t last much longer than the last time we did this objective. Three minutes, twenty-four seconds.” In her left hand, she held Kale, and in her right, she held a stop-watch. She let it fall against her white, dirt and grass stained shirt, and began to remove her hammer from it's resting place atop the charmander's forehead. Ferrum was still feeling the adrenaline that came with terror pumping through his system, and sagged slightly-likely hoping to rest against the tree to bring his heart down out of his throat. For that, Endellion lightly tapped him with her hammer, scowling lightly, “We still have laps to run. Don’t get comfy, Ferrum.” The charmander pouted, but didn’t dare object. He wasn’t quite used to Endellion’s insistent and tough training, and he even would note that it seemed to get progressively worse anytime he seemed to make some small improvement. It wasn’t like he really could complain though, Endellion was strict, tough, and very hard on him... but, she had her reasons. Plus, he felt... somewhat stronger everyday. At first he had thought Lady Endellion somewhat insane, making him do such odd things as: climb and ‘beat down’ trees, enough push-ups to make any human cry, running laps for hours on end, harsh mock battles against Endellion herself, and mock-missions (as this one) where he was to either hide, or outlast, or guard an objective... Their constant walks in the mountains weren’t tiring now, his claws seemed to be getting tougher, and he felt somewhat better about facing other opponents now... though, he would still avoid fighting other pokemon again as long as he could. Most of it wasn’t... really normal training for a pokemon... Yet, he knew it was probably quite similar to Endellion’s own training as a knight. He felt exhausted, his paws tired and his breath knocked out of him, but he knew that Endellion always reserved running laps as their last activity for the day. He pushed himself off the tree, stumbling forward slightly, ready to follow after his trainer’s heels. Endellion was heaving Kale back onto her shoulder, dusting off her white tee-shirt with a soft sigh. “Feh.” She grumbled, beginning the trek to the park’s dirt-paved path, which was the best for running endless laps. She hoped there wasn’t anyone already on it... she was damn tired of seeing other trainers and having to steer clear of them. While she knew Ferrum needed to see another battle, she wasn’t so sure he was ready for one. He was getting there... he seemed to know she was training him up differently than other pokemon because she was no ordinary trainer, nor was he an ordinary pokemon. He wouldn’t see her true purposes yet, nor her wishes, but they’d reach there one day... There was something nagging at her heart though, she wasn’t sure if he had confidence in himself. That was the final key, instilling self-confidence in the shy little Charmander... They found themselves at the path and turned upon it, Endellion finding a landmark to mark their staring point. “Ready, Ferrum?” The young-woman was securing her weapon to her belt, easing the heavy weapon into a holder that kept it from sliding and dragging against the earth. She wasn’t like the gym-teachers who told you to run a lap and simply watched you run it, after all.. She preferred to run alongside the little charmander. “Char.” <Yeah.> “Alright. Ready... Set...” [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0893 tagged :: open notes :: I’m hoping Endellion will run into another trainer, but it’s cool if you’re a gijinka (as was once said by a wise person: MAKE FREINDS. make freinds.). Endellion is training Ferrum, so I’m simply hoping for a battle... or some srs back and forth posting...[/style][/style]

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;] "Oh, dear, please. Don't leave me, stay here. C-...C'mon, miss." Adjusting with new Pokemon was not Dono's strong point, for had only read up on Pokemon training. As far as Pokemon training, he was the textbook counterexample (not that Dono would read any book that would tell him to do this, he thought that he and his diary would teach himself).At the current moment, his struggle was not that he was attempting to train his Pokemon, but the Bulbasaur in which he had just released from its Pokeball was off and running. Dono wasn't sure why the Pokemon didn't like him, but it immediately had decided that running away was the most necessary thing. Dono could always use the Pokemon for testing the limitations and strength of the capture device in which he used, however that would come later, if at all. Holding the Pokeball out, Dono's momentary jog was broken as he attempted to bring the Pokemon back into its hold. A blue light creeped out from the Pokeball, slicing the air as it glided its path with rapidity towards the Bulbasaur. For some reason, this Pokemon was really uncooperative, especially in comparison to his Buizel. The light caught up with the small little Bulbasaur easily, and the Bulbasaur dematerialized until the light and components of the Pokemon went back into the capture device. Dono let out a light sigh, going to the park thus far had not been a good experience. This was the second time that the Bulbasaur had thought it would be a good idea to run away swiftly as soon as it was given the chance. Just behind Dono, his Buizel was walking, its curious nose lifted high as it searched for a scent on the air. If Dono knew the women in which he would meet upon arriving at the park, he probably would have began to move with haste. The park typically wasn't all that occupied, and everyone there seemed to be very occupied with their own trivial obligations. He really thought that perhaps he should use the park to waste even more of his leisure time. He had no job, nor did he hold the intent of looking for one. Self-employed private investigator didn't necessary pay, nor was it a job that he could credit, but he "held that title". Dono hoped that the three of them could have some friendship triangle or something, but that was not something that he would have taken seriously. He wasn't sure how to train the two either. He figured the only way to do so was to simply pit them against others, and see what happened. Dono had some battle plans mentally drawn up, and had a firm grasp on battling. As the walk continued, the Buizel found that it would easily fall behind if it found a scent that it sat to enjoy for just a moment. Dono's leisurely walk was quite hastened, and Buizel questioned where he was going. However, all that Buizel had been taught by the boy was that he was officially Dono's body guard. The exact words he used were, "Whether its fist, flame, or fissure, you are there to clean up my blood and stop whoever it is spilling it." Buizel was unsure what the word "fissure" was, but he was sure he used it incorrectly. So, that was all that had been spoken to him. Dono was approaching the park, and saw... a young girl. Or, what appeared to be a young girl. And, she was standing by a Charmander, and it appeared they were about to run. What really alarmed Dono was the fact that, well, this girl had a giant weapon. What kind of person carried that around? As far as Dono knew, not the best kind. But, seeing as how no one else was really around here, he figured he would approach the girl. What was the penalty of trying to start a conversation? Getting pummeled by the weapon looked like it would hurt, however Dono really didn't think a woman could actually swing that thing (however, he was used to women being as strong or stronger than him, so it wouldn't have been too far fetched to believe that she could do something like that). As Dono neared her, he realized he wasn't but 10 feet behind her and her Charmander. Dono heard her voice, "Ready..." What better time than now to interrupt her? "Uhm... hello miss. What sort of... strange activities might you be conducting?" Somewhat timid and odd approach seemed correct to Dono at the moment, so he chose that one. His last choice of approach for Magnus didn't work out too well... [These characters are... very very contrasting... ][/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 784 • FOR ENDELLION • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;] “Set... Guhoo-” “... hello miss-” Motherfu- Endellion turned abruptly and swiftly on her heals, shifting her weapon away from it’s resting position, and holding the bold weapon defensively. She stared at the fellow in front of her, slowly noting his words and softly scowling. She jabbed at him, without much force, poking him in the stomach with the brunt of her hammer. It wasn’t a forceful move, it was more of a gesture that suggested she didn’t want him standing that close to her. His words were pointed, awkward, and almost analytically inclined, and it was almost worse than trying to figure out all the ancient tenses of her fellow knights. “... What sort of strange activities might I be conducting?” She repeated, still scowling. That built her temper slightly, and she boiled. She didn’t like being bothered during important things. Training her team was one of the most important things she could be doing right now. “The hell does it look like we’re doing?” She half shouted at him, stomping Kale onto the earth. Stamina training, you idiot, she half thought, still scowling. Though, when she noticed the Buziel by his side, she rather loudly answered her own question, “Same damn thing as you, stupid! Training.” She brought her free hand to her belt, assuring that all of her pokeballs were still upon her belt. They were thankfully still on her person. Damn, if the fellow had been a thief, she’d of really... Augh... By the Musketeer Credo, she was really that out of it? Was she letting her skills get rusty... Or was she so damn distracted and focused on getting things done that some mere stranger had managed to get right behind her and she hadn’t noticed until he’d spoken up? Endellion guardedly pulled Kale back to her chest, turning the hammer in an odd way to guard both her form and Ferrum. The Charmander had turned eventually, and was now clinging to her boots, startled by the person and pokemon behind them. Damn if she cared, she’d let him do it this time, she’d been stupid and let another trainer up and walk right up to them. If he felt frightened and off-balance, then for once, it was more her fault than it was his nature. She frowned, sighing slightly. She needed to be more alert in places like this, especially when it was just her and Ferrum... “Suppose you’ll want to battle.” She huffed at the man, muttering the final word to herself, “Damnit...” [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0397 tagged :: Dono notes :: Fffttt. Awkward, much, Mr. Riakai?[/style][/style]

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]Well, this approach didn't seem too work all that well. Any kind of approach that could make scare people due to the sudden nature of it usually wasn't the best, however in this situation Dono instinctively had concealed his prescence by approaching slowly and carefully. Perhaps he had gotten use to this, or maybe it was weapon of the woman's. And now, Dono sort of recognized that his approach would have easily startled someone. Now she pulled out her weapon, the one that had previously been resting. It quickly turn went into a defensive weapon. She seemed quite able to weild that thing and fling it around at her will. If Dono wished to assault this lady for whatever list of reasons he could come up with (the most obvious one clinged to the back of his mind, even if she did seem as if she would kill him). However, Dono did take a step back from the woman as she looked very displeased that he interupted whatever it was she was doing. The end of her hammer pushed Dono back a bit, and he took another step back. Dono wasn't really one for the "personal bubble" idea. Your space was his space. Repeating his words didn't seem necessary, however by how she spoke she seemed surprised by the question. Was his question really that.. stupid? To Dono the question seemed completely rational and completely necessary. However, it must have been obvious to her. Maybe it was her who was in her own little world, even if Dono himself could sort of see that he, also, had withdrawn into his own little crazed world. Wouldn't that be a miserable occurance, two people in which had withdrawn into a world of crazed acts and odd behavior confronted each other? Perhaps, but that appeared to be happening right now. "I-... I'm not training at all, dear." Dono's words came out naturally, "dear" was the only term he used for a pronoun for women. He didn't even analyze that perhaps this girl might take it incorrectly. Dono's eyes followed the Charmander as it clinged to her boot. The Charmander also seemed quite startled by Dono's random appearance. Dono questioned how trained the Pokemon was, and how powerful it really was. Seeing as how Endellion had, apparently, been doing some sort of training along side the Charmander, it was probably in better shape than the Buizel behind him. Dono had noticed that she had swiftly checked her belt. Did she think Dono was a lowly thief like that? Well, a lot of men had this false sense of superiority, and if they wanted something, they wouldn't hesitate to steal something from this young woman. Not to mention she was incredibly short. If Dono had to guess, he would put her young at quite a low level, perhaps eleven or something. Normally, that wouldn't stop Dono from trying anything, but she had a weapon. A weapon, on an eleven year old lady. The thought of it was quite ridiculous, but she seemed capable of using it. Her next words confused Dono. Most trainers would confront others for a quick battle, but Dono thought that battling people was quite silly if all he wanted was a conversation. However, approaching some gal with a Pokemon out apparently meant, "I want to battle you!" Oh the world of Pokemon training, how you confuse Dono. "You really don't have to battle me if you don't want to, miss." She really wasn't pleasant, her word choice depicted this accurately. Dono really didn't know where to go with this at all, however as his thoughts continued to race he considered holding his hand out for the woman to shake. However, he figured that she probably wouldn't do so. The Buizel at Dono's side scurried up to look at the Charmander, looking at the Pokemon questionably. The Buizel did not speak, but silently observed with wide eyes. Dono searched for words to speak quickly, for he felt that, since he had a moment of her time, he would make use of it. "But, since I have a moment of your time, might I ask what a gal like you is doing with a weapon like that? Oh and, by the way, I'm Dono Riakai. You can call me Dono, dear." A smile lingered on Dono's face. What was he getting into... already... [Sadly, it only gets worse...][/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 730 • FOR ENDELLION • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

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[STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; width:250px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#FFFFFF;] Endellion’s knuckles were a tense white as she clung to Kale as her support, more or less willing herself not to smack this guy upside the head with her hammer. “I honestly doubt a person walks into a place where trainers are known to hang about without the intention of training his pokemon.” She said flatly, slightly boiling over internally when she was called ‘dear’. No one called her dear ‘scept her grandparents... and they were long dead. “I’d almost prefer Ferrum and Aenea wipe your team,” She grumbled with a fierce glower, “I wouldn’t have to listen to you talk, then.” It was simple and brutal annoyance, he was both confusing her sensibilities as a trainer, and irritating her honor as a knight. Hell, she hated being noted by women’s pronouns, she was so damn used to being called ‘sir’ and ‘captain’ back home... Endellion sighed slightly, about to tell the poor fellow to ‘scram’ so she and Ferrum should get back to it. Though, he had to interrupt with a rather evasive and particularly... grating question. Ferrum noted the Buizel with a slight, nervous smile, still clinging to his lady’s shoe. The heavy iron things pleased him, and they were a comfort in this scary situation. “Char...” He mumbled, <Your trainer speaks... rather strangely...> “Mander... char...” It was funny, how riled up Endellion could get over the oddest of things... Though, the charmander thought to himself, names and pronouns often got her irritated. He’d always thought it strange how the other knights referred to her so often as a ‘sir’ and ‘cadet core battle instructor’ and ‘captain’ and other strange words usually assigned to men. Then again, Endellion was only lady like in the presence of really important people... He snuggled with her shoes, staring up at the two people. Ferrum took his trainer’s face as a sign she was trying very hard not to yell at this strange fellow. With a scowl that would sent most scurrying away, Endellion leveled Kale in Dono’s direction, the hammer glinting in what sunlight remained. “.... I am Endellion Rose, Countess of Iron, will of a nation, voice of Terrakion, knight of the summit.” Endellion rattled off with a serious and cautiously odd tone, she tapped the brunt of the hammer once more against Dono’s chest, “Kale is the spirit of my home, Mist’s Veil on Arcdwell Peak in the Amplus Mountain Range... He is my shield against all evil, my sword against wrong-doers. As I am a knight of the summit... I wield the iron of this earth, to protect it’s people and pokemon from harm.” She twisted the hammer slightly, and noted very seriously, “Please do not address me as dear, miss, lady, mam’, madame, gal, or girl. I’m not twelve.” Even more flatly, she said, “It is insulting and discriminating to me, as a not only as a knight, but as a lady. You damn’ well better address me as Sir or Endellion, if anything at all... Dono.” She pulled Kale back, and crossed her arms with the hammer nestled in the crook of her arm, “I can forgive ignorance. Don’t prove that you’re also stupid.” [/style][STYLE=border-left:5px #CC3333 solid; border-top:5px #CC3333 solid; border-bottom:5px #CC3333 solid; width:260px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:5px; color:#FFFFFF;]word count :: 0527 tagged :: Dono notes :: good thing Endy has experience with horribly awkward people. [/style][/style]