Ghosts in the Dust [mod]

[randalthor]

WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED!

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Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6
|| Scratch || Growl ||

Kind human hands held him tight, and Charmander couldn't be happier, not expected to fight, just cling. He was too afraid to look and see how the new Ghost was faring, so just remained utterly still against the supportive body that held him, occasionally shivering as he heard the cries from the battling Pokemon. Charmander hoped it would be over soon, so he could leave and see the sunlight again. He wondered though... would the human leave him alone once they were free? Would he be all alone again? With nobody to protect him?

Again, Charamnder shivered.

WILD SLUGMA APPEARED!

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Slugma || Female || Magma Armor || Fire || Level 7
|| Yawn || Smog || Ember ||

Even through the thickening cloud of Poison her second Smog attack had refilled, on the ground, it was easier for Slugma to spot the glowing blue flame of Litwick through the haze. She began to turn herself around and roll across the stone toward it, and when it coughed, she hissed and cracked and popped madly. Laughing. "Sluuuuuuuugmaaaah!"

A jet of inkly black liquid punched through the haze and covered her entire body... and began to burn. Unlike her fire, it was different, sickening and sinking into her body, and Slugma screeched out her rage at the realization that she was poisoned. Poison slowed the body. She could afford to slow! Her furiously rising flames rose and began to eat at the poison filling the air around her. She writhed and twisted, trying to find the blue flame that marked her target again. It found her first, appearing out of nowhere and startling her such that her flames dipped, and for a second, just a second, she did the unthinkable, and froze on the spot.

Her flames began to shrink immediately, and once she realized, Slugma howled, her voice filling the tunnel and echoing down around every corner. Frightened and far beyond simply angry, she stretched her front forward. A gap opened up in the roiling magma... and bubbles poured forth from her dripping mouth, a flurry of them, colored purple by the gas already in the air. YAWN. Asleep, the Ghost would be able to do nothing to protect it's trainer, only snore, as the poison ate away at it.

Slugma shivered, feeling oddly cold, as her own body began to feel the effects of a different poison.

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[randalthor]

WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED!

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Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6
|| Scratch || Growl ||

Were it not for the eye-stinging wiffs of drifting poison and the screeches and sizzling that accompanied the battle between the Ghost and Slugma, Charmander might have been able to fall asleep against the human's chest. A long time of running in the dark, with only his fear of what hid in the catacombs to keep him moving long after his legs felt as if they were ready to collapse beneath him, had led to a physical and emotional weariness that he could no longer ignore. It was all too tempting to Charmander, to tune everything out but the steady pulse of a heart beneath his ear, and let it lull him to sleep. "Char...Char...Char..."

WILD SLUGMA APPEARED!

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Slugma || Female || Magma Armor || Fire || Level 7
|| Yawn || Smog || Ember ||

Fast acting icy poison clawed at her insides, slowing Slugma's movements and reactions, blurring her vision and keeping her from celebrating the successful effect of her attack, meant to put the Litwick to sleep. It normally would have meant she had won... now it wasn't so. She was so cold, and her flames shrank with every second. Hissing sickly, trying to regain focus, Slugma sluggishly turned her head to and fro... and was frightened as the blue-flamed Pokemon leapt at her again, seeming larger and more threatening in her unbalanced state.

"Ssssssslugmaaaah." Even her voice came out different, as she tried to pull herself away with such quickness, her body seemed to fold in on itself. The exertion fueled the spread of the poison, and Slugma began to feel her body fail. Desperate to keep herself moving, to burn to poison out, she briefly flickered brilliantly in a final EMBER attack, shedding flames all around... and then it all vanished as if caught in a gust.

With a final croak, the faintly glowing Slugma sank into herself and began to spread out, like a puddle. It would only be a matter of time before the last of her flames died, and she began to harden, becoming almost exactly like the rock she'd made her home in.

SLUGMA HAS FAINTED!
SLUGMA CAN BE CAPTURED!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,430,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/QeBvi.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 96px; height: 96px; background-image: url(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/3/3d/Spr_5b_607_s.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 4px; margin-left: 12px;] [/style] [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] The slugma's last flame attack was useless. Both Mikhail, sheilding the little charmander, and Irving were immune to any flames, and the litwick simply sucked up the fire like it was nothing, before giving a pleased little dance. He'd won. He'd won his fight, and Mikhail would be proud, and with the smog all gone. Mikhail was proud, giving Irving a happy little smile. "Excellent job, Irving." He commented, reaching down to withdraw the pokemon to his pokeball. With the charmander still cradled in his arms, Mikhail left the slugma where it was. He started to head out, down towards the entrance. "Do you want to come with me, little Charmander? I'm sure there's plenty of people who'd love to take care of you." He said softly, keeping his voice as quiet and nonthreatening as possible. "If you want to come along, you can." He wasn't even sure he wanted to pokeball it, in truth. The poor thing should be wild. [/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]

[randalthor]

WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED!

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Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6
|| Scratch || Growl ||

Charmander whimpered as all fell silent. The battle was done, but who had won? He was too afraid to look, and tried to bury himself further into the clothing of the human who held him. The praising words and tone of voice loosened him up, and after a few seconds, the little lizard lifted his head from the man's chest and peered up at the pale white face, surrounded by faintly glowing hair. How did it do that? More importantly... what now?

As if reading his mind, the friendly not-Ghost spoke to him, still soft and warm and still carrying him. "Char?!" He wasn't so sure about other humans, but this one had proven himself! Had protected him! And now the human wanted to keep him? To keep protecting him? The next whimper that accompanied his shiver was one of happiness. Charmander's tail flame flashed brightly in the dark, and with moisture laden eyes, he buried his face back into the man's shirt and nodded. Two little hands gripped bits of the man's clothing tightly. "Chaaarmander!"

He wasn't about to let go anytime soon. Ever, if he could help it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,430,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/QeBvi.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 96px; height: 96px; background-image: url(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/3/3d/Spr_5b_607_s.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 4px; margin-left: 12px;] [/style] [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] The little pokemon wasn't going anywhere. It was obvious, of course, to anyone who so much as glanced at him. The little Charmander needed protection, and he was small and afraid, unable to defend himself. He'd found himself at the mercy of the tunnel dwellers, and it was only chance that had brought Mikhail to him. Even if the pokemon had no place on his team, Mikhail would find a place for it. Someone would want it, and he'd have to be careful. He'd have to find someone to take in the pokemon who would take good care of it. Gently petting the pokemon's head, he gave it a happy little smile. "Everything will be fine, alright? Lets get you into a pokeball, and then I'll take you home and get you some food, alright?" Still on his way out, he fished for a pokeball, giving the Charmander a comforting smile before lightly taping the pokemon with the pokeball. (Aiming to catch, this'll be my last post unless it fails.) [/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]

[randalthor]

WILD CHARMANDER APPEARED!

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Charmander || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 6
|| Scratch || Growl ||

Charmander was safe, and quiet, and his heart lifted with the flame on his tail as a solid human hand gently patted him atop the head. "Chaaaaaar." It was almost a yawn. He'd been through a lot that day, and now that it was over, he was tired. Food sounded good... sleep sounded better.

Charmander blinked slowly at the ball when he saw it, but made no move to escape. It was pressed against him, and he didn't even fight...

Wrig-
~*PING*~

CHARMANDER WAS CAPTURED!

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