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Post by ress2 on Feb 18, 2012 13:23:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] The catacombs were quiet, as they always were, as Mikhail slipped down into the long forgotten tombs. He liked it there, partially because it was so quiet, and partially because his favorite variety of pokemon so often frequented tombs. Ghosts were plentiful down there, in the dank, and Mikhail had no issues with doing some exploring to find them.
Tolkien, his sableye, skittered along ahead of him, frequently dropping down to all fours to explore the crypts. The sableye, his only pokemon for the moment, was rather curious, eager to explore his surroundings. He'd been raised from an egg himself, and knew little of the tombs that might have been his home, had he been born in the wild.
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Post by randalthor on Feb 18, 2012 15:18:42 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Charmander had never liked the dark, not at all. Unfortunately, the smallest of misteps on the streets above had sent him plummeting down into the shadows. He also wasn't the most directionally aware Pokemon to ever exist... so finding his way out was proving to be most troublesome. It did help to have an ever burning flame attached to his long, flexible tail though, so he kept curled ahead, the spot below the flame gripped tight in his right paw, and it illuminated the path ahead. But it only did so much. He was only a Charmander, and his fires were only so strong. Every so often, he forced more energy into the flame as it began to dim and allow the shadows to swallow his path again, and it was tiring him out.
He needed to get out! "Char, Char, Char..." The orange lizard's panting voice cracked, and he stumbled to a stop as he suddenly found himself in a spot so large that his light couldn't touch all of the walls. Four human-made tunnels branched out, and he turned slowly around, first one way, then the other. Which way did he go? He couldn't decide... every decision so far had only taken him deeper. Large sad eyes blinked, and Charmander's tail flame sputtered unhelpfully as he whimpered. "Chaaaaaaaaar.
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Post by ress2 on Feb 19, 2012 21:45:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] If Mikhail hadn't been listening intently, he likely would have missed the tiny, pitiful cry. It was faint, quiet to begin with and only made smaller by the distance and shape of the tunnels. Tokien didn't even seem to notice, carrying on his explorations. Mikhail did, though, taking a small step down the tunnel towards the noise. A 'ch'? What made a 'ch'? Chingling, Chincou, Chimchar... Chandelure, maybe, but it hadn't sounded like that kind of 'ch'. None of those pokemon seemed like they belonged in the catacombs, either.
"Tokien, keep up." He said quietly, starting to head down the tunnel before calling out. The voice had sounded so quiet, after all. So sad. "Hello? Is someone lost?" That seemed the most likely. The catacombs were a maze, after all.
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Post by randalthor on Feb 20, 2012 19:45:50 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Charmander's fitful whimpering caught in his throat with a strangled noise as he heard a voice and tried to silence himself. His body went absolutely still, like a statue, except for the still sputtering flame on his tail. What was there, in the dark? Was it larger than him? Did it have teeth? His stillness was broken as a shiver rocked his frame, only half because of the awful cold he was unaccustomed to.
Again, a voice sounded, and the echo made it almost impossible for him to pinpoint which tunnel it came from. A human... Charmander nibbled at his lower lip anxiously. Should he run again? Maybe... maybe the human could lead him out. He'd just... follow from afar. Maybe. But first he had to find the owner of the quesitoning voice. The Fire-type gave his tail a tug so that he could put the flame-bearing tip further ahead, to illuminate the path he decided to try first, then started to sneak down the tunnel straight ahead from the one he came from.
He made not a sound as he crept across the stone, oh so slowly. At such a pace, his panting was easier to control, and he managed to breathe through his nose. Slowly, the sound of movement became clearer, and he realized he'd chosen the right spot. Narrowing his eyes at his tail flame, Charmander focused and managed to dampen the flame before he reached the first corner... and then peered around it.
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Post by ress2 on Feb 21, 2012 18:19:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] The whimpering had stopped, and Mikhail wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. On one hand, the pokemon could have been fine by now - on the other, it could have passed out, or worse. His face was grim as Tolkien skittered along behind him, turning the corner where the charmander cowered. He didn't even notice the little pokemon, carrying on with his hair glowing faintly in the darkness. It was the most obvious sign of his state as a Gijinka, but only properly obvious in dark places like the catacombs.
It was Tolkien who spotted the other pokemon, dashing forward to tug at the back of Mikhail's pants, he stopped the pale man where he was. Mikhail turned, startled at the Sableye's incoherent chatterings, and only then spotted the tiny light.
"Hello...?"
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Post by randalthor on Feb 28, 2012 20:31:33 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||All Charmander needed was one glance around the corner before he pulled his head back, even more terrified than he'd been before. The human's hair was glowing! That wasn't supposed to happen! Was it? He'd never seen it before, and he'd seen his share of humans. And... the other one, the Ghost Pokemon. Blue eyes, glimmering with the reflection of his tail flame, widened in shock. What if the human wasn't alive?!
The horrifying thought tugged another whimper from the Fire-type's mouth, one he barely managed to muffle with a paw. What was he to do now? His bald, orange head whipped back around to peer down the tunnel he'd come from, where the intersection lay out of sight. He could run... but that would let the frightening, ghostly human know exactly where he was.
Charmander trembled against the wall as he tried to decide, paralyzed by his fear, unaware that seconds he could have used to escape were trickling by. He was reminded when the the Ghosts began to turn the corner. His tail flame almost seemed to go out, it shrank so fast in his fear, and Charmander pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to stay hidden. Just walk past... just walk past.
No! The Sableye saw him! Charmander snapped open eyes he only just realized were closed. "Char!" Began a series of whimpered pleas for his life as big eyes flicked between the pair of Ghosts. The Fiery Pokemon's fear was so great he did not hear the harmless greeting for what it was, and he tried to inch toward the nearby corner in hopes that he could dart away before he was ripped apart.
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Post by ress2 on Feb 29, 2012 17:18:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] The little charmander was so afraid - frail and small and downright cowering before him. Was he that frightening? Maybe, but more then likely it had less to do with him and more to do with other humans. Humans could be cruel, after all, could do spiteful and mean thing. What was a charmander doing down here, anyway? The catacombs were certainly not their natural habit, and all he could think was that the little pokemon had either been abandoned down here, or gotten lost himself.
Tolkien scuttled towards the charmander, movements a erratic and bizarre as always, but didn't reach the pokemon before Mikhail spoke. "Tolkien, come back here. You're going to frighten him." He commented, giving the Sableye a small smile as it paused, then shuffled back towards Mikhail.
Mikhail bent slightly, getting a bit lower to the ground, and gave the Charmander what he hoped was a pleasant smile. "It's alright. I won't hurt you."
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Post by randalthor on Mar 5, 2012 6:12:47 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Charmander just wanted to curl up and die. How he longed to be anywhere but there. Somewhere in the moutains, perhaps with a lava pit if he was lucky, surrounded by his own, much braver, kind. Instead he was trapped in the dark, dank beneath a city full of humans, that crawled with Ghosts, who tricked and teased and spooked. Why did this sort of thing always happen to him!?
The unfortunate Fire-type tried to calm himself, to show some sort of strength as the Sableye moved closer, movements threatening. His tail flame sputtered briefly, growing a bit, but his growl came out as more of a squeak, and he turned his eyes down in shame. "Chaaaaar!" Back to begging. He just wanted to go on his way. Surprise ended his pleads before they could even really get started as the smaller of the two Ghosts backed away. Charmander blinked... did he scare it off?
Charmander took the tiniest of steps to the right, where the corner waited for him to vanish around... and froze again as the undead human bent... then smiled. A Ghost. Was smiling. That never bode well. But... it didn't seem completely threatening, and for a moment, Charmander stopped and allowed himself to believe that his luck wasn't totally awful.
"C-chaar?" His bald orange head tilted in question, his feet still shifted with the instinct to flee, and his voice trembled terribly, but he was going to give the Ghost a chance.
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Post by ress2 on Mar 6, 2012 16:44:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] It was cute, really, it was. Mikhail wasn't used to dealing with 'cute'. He wasn't used to looking at something and wanting to snuggle it. Certainly not a charmander, either, which were so very lizard. Lizards were not very snuggleable, as a point, but this one was - it was frightened and adorable, and so nervous...
Mikhail stayed where he was, crouched down, and watched the little charmander as it paused. He hesitated, then held out his hand carefully, palm up. It was a non-threatening gesture, an offered hand. "Are you lost? If you'd like, I could take you out of here." He offered, keeping his voice calm as Tolkien watched, the Sableye a tiny bit jealous of the sheer kindness offered by Mikhail. It wasn't as if Mikhail had treated him badly, or anything, but the Sableye certainly wasn't cute.
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Post by randalthor on Mar 10, 2012 13:45:38 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Big eyes, full of terror and a blue so dark it was black in the tunnels moved back and forth between the Ghosts so fast it was a wonder Charmander didn't get dizzy. Had his decision to stay when the larger one had smiled at him got him in even more trouble? He hadn't been eaten yet... that could only be a plus. And the voice that spoke to him was so calm. He'd never met a Ghost like that before. Maybe... maybe that meant... it wasn't a Ghost?
The frightened little Fire-type's fear drained away, just a tad. His shaky, rapid breathing evened out, and his tail flame, while still too small, gained stability. The orange body still shivered like a leaf, but not one caught in a storm. "C-c-Chaaar?" The maybe-Ghost had offered to take him away from the dark scary human caves beneath the city. Charmander just didn't know if he could trust it/him.
There was only one way to find out, Charmander realized, and the thought horrified him and made his heart skip a beat. He had to do it though. His hesitation had allowed him to be pinned. The corner was still there, but he had no hope of reaching it and escaping now. He had to know if he could trust them before he went anywhere... A shaking hand rose from Charmander's side, and began a path toward the possible Ghost's face. He hoped to feel the warm flesh of a living human being. "Chaaaar." He really did need help.
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Post by ress2 on Mar 11, 2012 10:43:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] This time, at least, Mikhail was expecting something like what happened. The charmander was afraid of him - and was in the catacombs, of all places. Possibly he thought that Mikhail was a trick, some sort of illusion. He remained still as the little charmander reached out, lightly touching his face. It was a strange sensation, feeling those little hands, and despite being, technically, part ghost himself, the fact that litwick was also a fire type made him a bit warmer then the average human.
"There there. See? Nothing to be afraid of." He said softly, staying where he was to avoid startling the poor creature. "I can take you out of here, if you want." How could it not want to leave? It was terrified, after all.
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Post by randalthor on Mar 12, 2012 21:38:11 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Not a Ghost... not a Ghost. Ghost's didn't feel so warm, and so solid. Charmanders tiny little overwhelmed heart slowed as he pressed and prodded the human's forehead and then cheeks, nodding slowly at what he discovered. The human was speaking softly too him again, and Charmander whimpered gently, no longer so much out of fear, but out of gratefulness. He'd found help! Someone was willing to lead him out of those awful caves human kept beneath their city. He could cry. In fact, a little moisture began to collect in those big blue eyes. Before he could truly begin bawling, Charmander grasped the human's long pale arm with both hands and buried his head against it.
"Char! Chaaar!" Yes, please take him away. And protect him from the Sableye! He was still a little worried about the looks he'd gotten from that one, and one eye, tightly clenched against the wetness behind his lids, cracked open to find the little Ghost, only slightly less dangerous and scary because it was trained. He found the Ghost, and offered it a shakey, hopeful smile... and then froze, horrified, as his something else became visible over it's purple head, slowly oozing toward them from down the tunnel.
His little body began to shake again, and he released the human to press himself against the wall again and stare as the new creature inched closer... Blazing yellow eyes met his, and it began to move faster... and soon there was an audible noise, repetitive, constant, steady. Drip... Hissss... Drip... Hissss... Drip...
WILD SLUGMA APPEARED! [/style] Slugma || Female || Magma Armor || Fire || Level 7 || Yawn || Smog || Ember ||Hissss... Slugma jiggled as she rolled herself across the ceiling, her own intense heat and body composition easily allowing her to stick. Bits of fire dripped from her every other foot, and hissed upon contact with the floor, flaring brightly and powerfully for several seconds before finally running out of power and extinguishing. She would never extinguish. And the way she ensured her survivial was to strike first. There was a human down there, a tempting target all by itself, but also there was a Charmander. A Fire-type like herself, but disgustingly weak. The moment she'd laid eyes on it from afar, she knew it needed to be destroyed. Let any creature she grudgling shared the Tunnels with thing her weak after she did away with one that was practically her own kind.
She jiggled again, the hiss of her laugh merging with the hiss of another droplet of fire. She was almost there... almost there... she was close enough. Another hiss, and her body drew in on itself and then expanded suddenly. Black smoke, almost unnoticable in the low light of the Tunnels, seeped from the space around her flames and her open mouth as she filled the air with a SMOG attack.
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Post by ress2 on Mar 13, 2012 11:35:38 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float: left; border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; color: #fff; padding: 2px;margin-left: 12px; margin-top: -30px][/style][STYLE=background: url(http://subtlepatterns.com/patterns/diagonal-noise.png); width: 440px; height: 60px; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px;padding-left: 135px; padding: 6px; float: left;][/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d;color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 0px; border-left: #000000 6px solid; border-right: #000000 6px solid; padding: 5px;]IRVING MALE GHOST/FIRE FLASH FIRE 10 [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-bottom: #000000 6px solid; border-left: #000000 6px solid; border-right: #000000 6px solid; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 14px 14px] Mikhail was happy to see the Charmander was - well, he wasn't happy it was crying, or anything, but he was happy that the little thing wasn't quite so afraid of him. He didn't like when people were afraid of him, even if he did, on occasion, look scary. He had a ghostly look about him, no doubt in part due to his DNA, and even if he was not properly dangerous in the vast majority of situations, some still assumed that he was. That was one of the many reason he ended up with a team of ghosts - they, at least, would not be afraid of him. They were used to him. They didn't mind if their master looked half dead.
It was Tolkien who first noticed the incoming pokemon, scuttling forward to prod at Mikhail's side. Mikhail turned slightly, spotting the faint glow, and hissed quietly in annoyance. As the smog came down, he reached down, scooping up the charmander in a quick attempt to get it away from the ground, where the smog would land first. His free hand went to his belt, quickly recalling Tolkien to his pokeball.
"Irving!" He called, releasing his litwick onto the ground. Both he and Irving were immune to fire - but the charmander might not be. Trying to keep the Charmander away from the smog, Mikhail retreated, leaving Irving to do his work.
The little Litwick sized up the slugma, before jumping towards the enemy, aiming to astonish him with a battle cry.
[/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ress for personal use [/style] |
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Post by randalthor on Mar 13, 2012 12:18:34 GMT -5
WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED! [/style] Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6 || Scratch || Growl ||Charmander hated how easy it was to make him afraid! He didn't like it! But... he couldn't help it. The word was so big and filled with so many scary things, and he was still just so small. Looking into the Slugma's malicious yellow eyes, he was certain that he was staring at the thing that would finally end his short, frightful life. The human, who had become an unexpected bright point of his so-far sad day, was going to die too... Charmander began to sniffle. And then sneeze, as a whisp of poison was drawn into his nasal passages and began to burn. Three times he sneezed before he clasped paws over his nose... and then yelped and sneezed against as he was lifted from the ground out of the Smog, and was carried safely out of the battle zone.
He couldn't bear to lift his eyes and watch the battle that would follow, that he could hear. Charamnder merely pressed his stinging nose into the his protector's chest, and tried to imagine he was somewhere else.
WILD SLUGMA APPEARED! [/style] Slugma || Female || Magma Armor || Fire || Level 7 || Yawn || Smog || Ember ||To see her foes flee before her was always a pleasant sight, and Slugma cackled on the ceiling as she watched them make haste in the opposite direction. She would catch up. Having grown up in those tunnels, she knew them like few others did or ever would. She only had to deal with the one that had been left behind first. She had seen it released, and the flash of purple fire atop it's head before it was shielded by the remnants of her Smog attack, but did not recognize the creature. It was a Fire-type, clearly, but she did not consider that a disadvantage. It put them on even footing. She would taint its flame with her Poison, and then snuff it, before carrying on, as she always did. "Sluuuuuug-maaah."
Suddenly the other Fire-type revealed itself, leaping from the Smog, up, higher than Slugma had expected it would be capable of. It screamed, startling her, and in reflex, she drew away from it... and loosened her grip on the tunnel ceiling. Unable to catch herself, Slugma fell, screeching, and landed painfully on the ground below. The moisture that ran into the tunnels from grates in the streets instantly began to bubble and hiss. Slugma's body rolled and twisted as she readjusted herself and lurched back into movement, knowing that she couldn't dare stop, and angry, she forced out a second cloud of SMOG.
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Post by ress2 on Mar 17, 2012 19:11:01 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float: left; border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; color: #fff; padding: 2px;margin-left: 12px; margin-top: -30px][/style][STYLE=background: url(http://subtlepatterns.com/patterns/diagonal-noise.png); width: 440px; height: 60px; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px;padding-left: 135px; padding: 6px; float: left;][/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d;color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 0px; border-left: #000000 6px solid; border-right: #000000 6px solid; padding: 5px;]IRVING MALE GHOST/FIRE FLASH FIRE 10 [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-bottom: #000000 6px solid; border-left: #000000 6px solid; border-right: #000000 6px solid; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 14px 14px] Mikhail kept the charmander kept close to his chest, nervous and unsure of what he was even supposed to be doing. The charmander needed protecting, right? So that was his job - to protect the little thing. It was the sort of thing Yulian would have done, and so it made Mikhail happy to do it himself.
Irving, on the other hand, was unafraid of the slugma. He puffed up, his blue flame shining as he prepared to counter attack. Two could play at the poison game, and coughing a little bit from the smoke as he felt the poison kick in, he launched a toxic spray at the little slug. That would teach him how it felt.
Unafraid of the fire the slugma was made of, the shiny Litwick lunged forward, aiming to astonish the slugma once more. He'd win the fight, one way or another. The little slug was outmatched. [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ress for personal use [/style] |
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