You're a fraud and you know it [Mod]

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 02 [/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 before him did not seem at all impressive. Sure, it was shiny - something that increased the pokemon's value significantly - but it was also very, very small. Very small and very quiet - never actually speaking. Technically, pokemon didn't speak at all, but they made noises - said their names over and over. This one didn't. This one didn't speak at all. In fact, Penthus was starting to wonder if the pokemon had something wrong with it - it reacted slowly, simply stared at things, and didn't talk. There were, however, some small moments of what was best described as a brushing - a feeling in his head that something else was there, nudging against him. It was an odd thing, really, and not something Penthus was comfortable with. Ralts were psychic, weren't they? Was his little ralts reading his mind now? [My self imposed 'rules' for ditto hunting will have me skipping two out of every three pokemon as Penthus wanders the housing area.] [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

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WILD GIRAFARIG APPEARED!

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Girafarig || Male || Inner Focus || Normal/Psychic || Level 3
Power Swap || Guard Swap || Astonish || Tackle || Growl || Confusion

While Aether City was an odd sort of place even at its best, there were still some sights that were proportionally stranger than others. A young Girafarig prancing down a street in the residential area as if it belonged there was definitely one of those. The dual-type swung its long neck around, trying to get a good look at everything around it; house after house passing by as he trotted about, eyes wide at how strange the buildings humans lived in looked. Just where in the world had the strange creature come from, anyway? It was not uncommon for normal-types to live in the areas populated by humans, but those were usually small creatures like Zigzagoon and stray Lillipup. Nothing like the yellow-and-black vagabond taking a jaunty stroll down the paved street, hooves raising quite the clatter. Still, for all the unanswered whys and hows, here he was, just trotting along without a care in the world, completely oblivious to anyone else on the street - especially gloomy-looking Honchkrow gijinka. Although, he did feel like there was something nearby tugging at his consciousness as he passed the trainer, but he could not be sure. Was it the psychic signature of another psychic-type perhaps? Huh. Well, that was interesting, but he had other things to think about right now! Like how funny the bush in that yard looked, all lopsided and kind of appetizing. Maybe he should go take a nibble....

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 02 [/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]A girfarig was not what Penthus was expecting to see. Not at all. Weren't they wild? Weren't they supposed to be... well, not in the middle of the street? Penthus bent down, picking up the ralts at his feet, and edging around it. No, he wasn't going to disturb a Girafarig - even if his ralts would have been useful, against a psychic type it was significantly less so. No, better to avoid it completely. [Skipping - #1] [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

[Cori]

WILD GIRAFARIG APPEARED!

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Girafarig || Male || Inner Focus || Normal/Psychic || Level 3
Power Swap || Guard Swap || Astonish || Tackle || Growl || Confusion

The Girafarig was apparently not quite odd enough to draw more than a passing glance from the Epispect spymaster, and he in turn quickly walked on by, not at all interested in investigating what the psychic tugging at his mind was. No, the row of bright-colored flowers in the neighborhood gardening nut’s front yard looked much more delectable, and the young dual-type gave a happy squeal before jumping over the row of bushes separating the well-manicured lawn and making a beeline for the delicate blooms before snapping up a mouthful of colorful petals and stems. The owner of the house was in for a nasty surprise when they came home later to see that a wild Pokémon had eaten all of their prize-winning petunias while they were away.

WILD ZUBAT APPEARED!

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Zubat || Female || Inner Focus || Poison/Flying || Level 4
Leech Life || Supersonic

While most people would think a Girafarig running through town was, there was something nearby that was most definitely more common - in fact, you might call it lackluster. Actually, her species in general might as well be the poster children for the word. Forget that they learned some okay attacks and had two potential evolutions, Zubat were still so common and annoying to most passerby that they were a joke constantly passed around between trainers. “Oh, don’t go into the caves, there are too damn many Zubat!” “Argh, I can’t even go outside at night without walking into a Zubat!” Frankly, she found it insulting. Why should a Pokémon be judged by how common their species was? The little poison-type snorted at that thought as she flew on by, her ears twitching to pick up the sounds of pedestrians and other obstacles she needed to avoid. With an expert flap, she dodged around a light pole, taking silent pride in how graceful her movements were. Say what you would about the beauty of birds, she knew that she could out-fly most of them, feathers or no feathers.

Oh, there was a human here.

Well too bad, she had just as much right to be on this street as he did. If he didn’t like it, he could go home and tell his human buddies bad jokes about how annoying Zubat were, just like any other human would. If he was going to write her off as nothing, the she was going to give him the exact same treatment. Of course, she never noticed the silent Ralts at his side, otherwise she might have avoided the pair completely. She had her fair share of pride, yes, but there was a point where that had to take a backseat to not getting your ass handed to you by a psychic.

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 02 [/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]In much the same way that a psychic type was not the best matchup for a ralts in training, a zubat very much was - albeit for much different reasons. Despite ralts being a pure psychic type, Amati had let to learn a single offensive psychic move. He simply didn't know one. What he did know, however, courtesy of a TM given to him by the spymaster, was thunderbolt. Thunderbolt was a particularly viscous attack to begin with, and it only got worse when you put into consideration the type differences. Still in Penthus's arms, the little psychic type prodded at his masters chest, causing him to pause as the little mon pointed down. Catching on, Penthus bent down, setting the Ralts on the ground, and hadn't even had time to spot the zubat (they were common, who ever took the time to spot them?) when the Ralts had unleashed a quick thunderbolt towards the zubat. [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

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WILD ZUBAT APPEARED!

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Zubat || Female || Inner Focus || Poison/Flying || Level 4
Leech Life || Supersonic

The Zubat almost made it past Penthus without incident before the Ralts she failed to notice at first announced his presence with an agonizing Thunderbolt; the crackle of gathering energy in the surrounding air was the only warning the flier received before the attack ripped through her body with vicious force. The Zubat screeched in pain, struggling frantically to stay airborne instead of giving into the stinging running through her frame and dropping to the ground. She succeeded, if only barely, quickly righting herself in the air before she could become a crumpled pile of skin and bones on the sidewalk for another human like this one to step on. That the Ralts was so young and weak was the only thing that saved her from an instant knock-out in the face of the super-effective move, and she was grateful for it, if only because it gave her the opportunity to seek out the one responsible with the intention of repaying them in kind.

Quickly, the poison-type swerved in the air as gracefully as she could in her present condition to fly toward the source of the attack, her sensitive ears pinpointing the psychic-type she’d passed by earlier in her haste. The creature might have been quiet, but he couldn’t silence his heartbeat, nor completely still his breathing, and that would be what allowed her the opening for her revenge - provided that she wasn’t knocked out completely before she reached him. Fighting against the pain, she flapped her wings strongly as she sped toward her foe, rage building in her chest, opening her mouth wide to display her fangs as she attempted to chomp down on the shiny with a Leech Life attack.

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 02 [/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]Penthus was content to sit back and watch for the moment. It was too busy a place to lash out himself, and, in truth, the ralts didn't need it. If the newborn couldn't handle one piddling zubat, she was hardly any good at all. Trial through adversity, and all that. The ralts let out a little cry as the zubat latched onto him, flailing his arms frantically to try and shove the zubat off. It was only after a moment that the ralts realized how useful the position would, and quickly took the fastest way to get the zubat off - unleashing two thunderbolts right into the zubat at point blank. [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

[Cori]

WILD ZUBAT APPEARED!

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Zubat || Female || Inner Focus || Poison/Flying || Level 4
Leech Life || Supersonic

The sudden rush of energy the Zubat felt the Ralts’s blood grant her filled her with a surge of pleasure, and the Pokémon gave a humm of contentment against the psychic-type’s skin as she sapped away his energy, ignoring his pitiful attempts to throw her off with his flailing about. Unfortunately, as she quickly realized as that pleasure turned toward fear, there was not much the attack could do to heal her previous injuries. The electrical burns on her body throbbed a little less, but other than that, her state did not change much at all. Frowning, the little bat bit down harder, eager to cause her shiny foe more pain, to cry out again as he had when she first plunged her fangs into his soft flesh. The way he made no sound before - even while on the attack - other than those he could not help disturbed the poison-type. After all, she relied on her hearing to perceive the world around her, so to come across a being that made so very little unsettled her to no end. Hearing him acknowledge the pain she was causing him gave her a kind of twisted satisfaction.

Of course, after landing herself on the receiving end of a Thunderbolt just moments before, the flier should have realized that latching on to the young creature was definitely not an intelligent course of action, but her anger and personal stupidity clouded her judgement. By refusing to release her grip on Amati instead of speeding away while he was still injured from the attack, she was effectively sealing her own demise. The Ralts was no fool, unlike her, and he quickly capitalized on her closeness by sending two consecutive Thunderbolts through her body, the point-blank attack sending her into painful convulsions as the electricity wreaked havoc on her body. Her wings flailed, her mouth opened wide in a tormented shriek as she finally released her opponent, and she seemed to crumple in the air as if she were made of nothing more than some blue-colored construction paper. She landed on the ground in a pathetic heap, bright streams of electricity continuing to pulse over her limp form as the attacks paralyzed the once-haughty Pokémon's body and left her wide open for a finishing blow.

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 02 [/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]Penthus wasn't one for pity. He wasn't one to look down at the twisted wreck of a zubat and pity the thing. It had been only doing it's business, technically, but everything was like that, wasn't it? Everyone was just doing their own business. The fact that the zubat was going to end up unconscious on the ground didn't change a damn thing, and Penthus crossed his arms, letting out a little sigh. The ralts was furious. The leech life hadn't seriously damaged him, but the emotional annoyance of having a zubat practically hugging him? That was far more serious. At the very least the zubat had flopped off after taking the damage, even if it wasn't quite out yet. The ralts let out a little shriek of annoyance, the most noise Penthus has ever heard from it in one day, and then shot another thunderbolt right into the zubat. [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

[Cori]

WILD ZUBAT APPEARED!

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Zubat || Female || Inner Focus || Poison/Flying || Level 4
Leech Life || Supersonic

Rendered completely defenseless by the Ralts’s previous attacks, there was nothing the Zubat could do but listen in horror as the air crackled with energy once more, heralding the Thunderbolt that mercilessly tore through her less than a second later. With her body under the effects of total paralysis, there was no way for her to even scream; instead, she was forced to ride out the pain silently, unable to even write or thrash around in as an outlet for her suffering until her mind finally went blank and she slipped into unconsciousness. If nothing else, her utter failure in this one-sided battle proved that some Zubat were indeed as weak and stupid as most trainers believed them to be.

ZUBAT HAS FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAPTURED! AMATI GAINED TWO LEVELS FOR WINNING!

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WILD SLAKOTH APPEARED!

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Slakoth || Female || Truant || Normal || Level 6
Scratch || Yawn

A contented yawn echoed through the air as a small normal-type rolled over on the sidewalk not far from where the Zubat met such a frightening end just moments before, completely oblivious to the horror of the situation. In fact, there was absolutely nothing at this very moment that could possibly perturb the Slakoth, content as she was in her nap. Nevermind that flopping around on the concrete like this left her open to random attacks from passerby, that she could get stepped on, or that an untimely roll could send her right into the middle of the street where she might quickly become the latest bit of roadkill in this stretch of road, because for this chill little normal-type the simple act of napping smoothed the jagged edges of this rough world. Everything was beautiful, and she’d be damned if she was going to mess with that kind of beauty by refusing to enjoy 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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 04 [/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]Penthus stared down at the unconscious zubat, unsure. Did he want it? Zubat were like rats - everywhere and useless. No, he would pass on it for now. There would always be time for zubats later. Reaching down, he scooped up the ralts in one hand, holding it as someone would a small child. "A fine job, if an uninteresting target. Shall we move on?" He mused allowed, stepping around the fallen zubat as he carried on his way. Along the path, he spotted a slakoth, but with an inefficient bit of typing, there would be better pokemon to find. (Skipping Slakoth) [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

[Cori]

WILD SLAKOTH APPEARED!

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Slakoth || Female || Truant || Normal || Level 6
Scratch || Yawn

Oh hey, there was a guy walking by. That was cool, the Slakoth thought. She rolled back over to get a look at the spymaster as he passed her, giving him a lazy wave and a friendly honk, completely unaware that the man couldn’t care less if she was alive or just a particularly clean chunk of roadkill. A glance at the sky quickly shifted her attention away from the man however as a fluffy cloud passed overhead. A cloud that so looked like a big, fat Bidoof. That was hilarious! The normal-type let out a bellow of slow-motion laughter at that, then turned her attention to seeing what other awesome shapes she could find up there.

WILD NATU APPEARED!

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Natu || Male || Early Bird || Psychic/Flying || Level 4
Peck || Leer

As psychics went, Natu were by no means the strongest of the bunch - naturally, being dual-typed, the focused on both flying and psychic moves, leaving the well-trained individuals of their species proficient in both areas but masters of neither. As for the younger members, like the little one that appeared to be sleeping soundly atop a fencepost, their flying-type attacks were far stronger than their budding psychic abilities. Still, that did not leave them without some abilities, even if those were more or less useless for battle. Minor clairvoyance was one of those and while by no means as developed as it would be as a Xatu, this tiny bird had enough of the gift to “see” Penthus approaching moments before he appeared on the street. Warily, the Natu opened an eye, extending his weak psychic reach out to sense for what he knew was in the man’s arms; a Ralts, and one that was armed with destructive powers that would quickly end him if he was not careful. So what was he to do, then? Unfortunately, his powers were not yet strong enough to show him what the outcome would be if he engaged the shiny in battle, but he knew that unless he struck first and managed to take the Ralts down before the latter charged up a Thunderbolt he would be sunk.

He was still stuck on what to do, knowing the danger he faced but without any solid plan on what to do about it that could possibly change the inevitable outcome when the duo neared, and in that instant he panicked, chirping in alarm and falling off his perch in a display of clumsiness that was definitely not the best way to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Well crap.

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 04 [/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 ralts felt quite smug in his victory, all things considered. He'd won - bested his very first opponent, hadn't he? He was stronger for it as well, and having only taken a small amount of damage, eager for his next fight. The ralts stayed aware, carefully scanning the surroundings for his next opponent, and then, on the edge of his range, something. Another psychic type. The majority of psychic types he'd have been happy to pass up, but this one - this one was a flying type. The Ralts, without a word of warning to his trainer, let a thunderbolt arc out, flying towards the Natu. Penthus was not pleased. A flying type himself, even if the thunderbolt was weak, it could still be dangerous, and he quickly set the ralts down. There'd be a lecture later, certainly, but for now he simply wanted to get clear of the lightningbolts flying. The ralts, freshly on the ground, moved closer to where the Natu had fallen, throwing another thunderbolt. [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]

[Cori]

WILD NATU APPEARED!

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Natu || Male || Early Bird || Psychic/Flying || Level 4
Peck || Leer

The Natu chirped in alarm as the air sizzle around him, rolling out of the way of the first Thunderbolt just in time for it to strike spot on the ground where he’d lain just a moment before, leaving the ground charred and smoking. The roly-poly little bird gulped as he hopped upright, realizing that that could have easily been him if he had been just a little bit slower. Yes, just as he had foreseen, this Ralts was definitely a dangerous opponent for him. He should definitely try to run away, now that any chance he had of striking down the other before he could attack was lost, but despite his attempts to think rationally the part of him that was already devolving into a panicking mess took charge during his confusion and he burst into the air, flying at the now grounded Ralts with an ill thought out Peck attack, his feathered body moving on autopilot now.

Before the attack could hit, however, the still-rational part of his brain cursed his panicking instincts when a second Thunderbolt struck his body, sending pain unlike any he had ever known coursing from the feather on his head all the way to the tips of his tiny clawed toes. The Natu screeched, falling to the ground in a charred heap reminiscent of Thanksgiving dinner gone wrong, but despite how bad the damage looked he was still clinging on to consciousness, and just awake enough to spring at the Ralts with a weakened, fluttering leap in hopes of at least finishing his Peck attack - he was sunk anyway now, so why not go out fighting? It was probably the first and only time the confused Psychic would be able to make his mind up about something so easily.

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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/rCapj.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/2/2f/Spr_5b_280_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;]AMATI MALE PSYCHIC TELEPATHY 04 [/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 pecks were painful - enough to make the little ralts screech in pain and annoyance. Why did that hurt? Why couldn't he be stronger then the little natu? One day, Amati would be far stronger, and would never let himself get hit. Not today, though. Taking not one, but two pecks, the ralts fired back with a quick thunderbolt, then tried to retreat away before shooting another thunderbolt. (This will be the last mon for the topic.) [/style][STYLE=color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by reitgerte for personal use [/style]