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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 26, 2012 19:20:39 GMT -5
Terra felt nice and happy today; bouncy even. Sparks was trotting at her heels, grumbling all the while since his usual position in her arms was taken by an Eevee egg. " Hrm..." she murmured, her lip getting tugged up to be worried at with her teeth. She still needed to name the poor egg. He was already a part of her family, but unlike Sparks, Terra had no idea what to name this one. " What do you think, Sparks?" she asked curiously, wanting the input of her precious friend. The little Eevee merely humphed and rolled his eyes, deciding to run ahead of her and explore the territory a little. Laughing at his grumpiness, Terra cuddled the egg closer to her chest and let him. She knew they were all fairly safe here, there weren't usually Pokemon around these parts, but if there were, she wouldn't hesitate to step in and save her Pokemon. That was what she did, keep them safe, and they would love on her in return. Laughing as she walked, she couldn't help but feel that things were looking up now. Hrm... maybe she should name the egg Hope... but it just didn't sound right... She had to name this egg right. Names were very important; she couldn't have Santa, the evil being, replace her beloved Eevee's presents with someone else's! Terra was going to expose him for the evil person that he was for hurting her precious Sparks, but she would need help for it. Maybe Sylvester would do it. She didn't know. OOC: ... Ditto hunting, though I'll catch anything thrown at me until I get one... and if it's not rolled, Cori, just keep going, I'll have Terra scorch it and move on. Also, having it attack Sparks is fine. Promise. Team- Sparks Eevee egg (Nightmare) 6/10 (moved from the old mod thread I bowed out of)
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Post by Cori on Jun 26, 2012 21:06:18 GMT -5
WILD MURKROW APPEARED! [/style] Murkrow || Male || Super Luck || Dark/Flying || Level 6 Peck || Astonish || Pursuit Trash. Trash. Garbage. Rancid food. More trash.
The life of a scavenger was hardly a glamorous one, especially for dark-types; something in humans seemed to naturally detest them, save for the few odd trainers with a lick of taste who could appreciate their shady elegance, and as such the dominant species in Aether City were prone to throwing things at them on sight, cursing them out, and spreading rumors about how they were bad luck. Or uncontrollably vicious creatures who would turn and attack young trainers without provocation. Which, for the record, was complete Tauros crap, unless of course the little brats provoked them in the first place. Sure, they had a harsher temper than most other types - barring perhaps ghosts, but those wispy balls of gloom were often more mischievous than outright malevolent - but they were a far cry from the indiscriminate murderers worried parents painted them to be.
But alas, humans were deaf to the language of Pokémon, and so the same misconceptions that had been around since before Aether City’s walls rose persisted to the modern day.
That was probably the only reason why he, a magnificent specimen of a Murkrow with glossy blue-black feathers that would make anyone envious, was stuck digging through some human’s refuse in search of food - and, with any luck, something shiny to add to his nest. With a look of disgust, he nudged aside a rancid pile of...of something rotten, mentally crossing that off his list of possible things to eat. He was hungry, yes, but he was not going to make himself ill by eating something disgusting. His stomach couldn’t take it, and even if it could, his remaining pride would never let him sink that low. No, unless he found something that was still fresh enough for consumption, he was just going to have to go hungry for the day!
Ah, but fortunately, this Murkrow was blessed with natural good luck, and after turning over a sauce-stained napkin in the trash pile he’d artfully spilled across the sidewalk, he found a semi-fresh looking chocolate doughnut sitting amongst the other trash, whole save for one delicate bite taken out of the side. The dual-type snickered, able to guess where this particular morsel had come from after a few weeks of watching this human house. The middle-aged woman who ruled the household was, er, a little on the portly side for one of her species, no matter how she tried to deny it. Most likely someone had pointed her weight out and she’d immediately discarded her sugary treat in favor of a salad, although he and the rest of their household both knew that her “diet” would last for maybe half a week before she snapped and downed a plate of sugar cookies. The woman’s restraint was basically non-existent, but her loss was his gain! In a flash, the dark-winged bandit snapped up the desert with glee, a happy caw leaving his throat as he swallowed it whole. He was so enthralled by his meal that he didn’t notice the red-haired girl approaching, nor her Eevee companion.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 26, 2012 21:26:34 GMT -5
" Sparks!" Terra called, " Sparks, where are you going!" She groaned, her head tipping back to the sky. Why her? Why did she have to have a grumpy sourpuss who never really seemed to listen to her? If this egg was anything like Sparks was, the Eevee would be a nightmare to train! ... That was it! She'd call the Eevee Nightmare! Grinning at her triumph, she happily skipped off to figure out what her Eevee was up to. Sparks wasn't surprised to see a Murkrow rooting through garbage. This part of town was actually not that bad in terms of food, as he'd found out firsthand - Terra was a loving Trainer, don't get him wrong, but he was a little... adventurous in his food choices, so he'd gone scavenging a few nights when he felt like having something new - though there were some better ones he'd discovered. Still... he considered this his territory... and that meant he should protect it... Steeling himself, he gathered up every ounce of power in his little furry body and sprang forward in a Tackle attack. Terra, meanwhile, was just coming around the corner, Nightmare clutched in her arms. " Sparks!" she yelled, seeing her Eevee flying forward in an obvious attack at the poor little bird who was trying to eat some food, when suddenly her nose tickled. In a burst of energy she - or anyone else for that matter - couldn't have seen coming, she let out one of her massive sneezes, creating a huge fireball of Ember that ballooned out around her in a dangerous cloud of fire... that Sparks happened to be attempting to send the poor Murkrow towards. She really hoped neither of them got hurt... OOC: ... Lydi is rubbing his hands together like a maniac, cackling. You've either made his day or he's going to kill someone. Either way, though, good job! :D And look, I managed a post before sleepies in spite of life! Team- Sparks Eevee egg (Nightmare) 7/10 (moved from the old mod thread I bowed out of)
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Post by Cori on Jun 26, 2012 22:26:30 GMT -5
WILD MURKROW APPEARED! [/style] Murkrow || Male || Super Luck || Dark/Flying || Level 6 Peck || Astonish || Pursuit It was a good thing the Murkrow scarfed down his doughnut quickly as, if he had taken just a few seconds longer, the sudden Tackle from Sparks surely would have made the dark-feathered avian choke. As it was, he was more shocked than hurt once he’d righted himself from his tumble through his trash bounty; shocked, and disgusted. Ugh, was that a greasy, rotten Nanab peel on his forehead? Gross! The dual-type pulled a revolted face as he shook his head to rid himself of the offending peel, muttering irritated caws to himself and swearing revenge on the rude furball whom had attacked him out of nowhere and for absolutely no reason! Really, how could humans think that he was the vicious one when a adorable little Eevees ran around Tackling other well-meaning Pokémon out of the blue? Hah! The little monsters could get away with anything just because they had a cute face and, somehow, an astronomically high fan base. That fluff monster should consider himself lucky that he was not going to stoop down to his level and lend credence to the humans’ elemental stereotypes. He was going to be the bigger mon and just fly away -
- or, that had been the plan, as before he could spread his inky wings to take off a ball of flames engulfed his body, the sneeze he had ignored while mumbling returning to bite, er, torch him instantly. A pained squawk rose from his throat as the flames raged around him, grabbing at his feathers and scorching the skin beneath them. It didn’t last long, the flames disappearing in seconds to leave behind a very burned, very pained, and very angry Murkrow behind. Flames still clung to his burnt feathers in places, his beautifully dark plumage absolutely ruined after his run-in with the accidental fireball. Twitching, the crow turned his head the best he could to glare angrily at the one he considered responsible: the Eevee who Tackled him into the attack’s path in the first place. His pride was as charred as his feathers, and as far as he was concerned, that was call enough to throw his reservations about sinking to Spark’s level out the proverbial window. Tackling him into garbage was one thing, but to commit acts of unwarranted aggression against his beautiful feathers was an unforgivable crime. This clearly meant war, and damn it, he was going to peck that cute little demon’s eyes out for this!
However, when he tried to fly at the Eevee to Peck at him in retaliation, he fell flat on his face. Argh, drat it all! Of course, with his flight feathers burnt to hell, flying would be impossible for a while. Which left him beak-deep in trash, stinking of burnt feathers, completely defenseless, and with his already bad attitude rapidly declining. Ugh, if he was forced to suffer much more of this, and he would be barfing up that doughnut from the sheer frustration and humiliation.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 27, 2012 5:30:12 GMT -5
Terra gasped aloud when she saw the poor little Murkrow all scuffed up. " Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, eyes starting to glitter up with tears, " I didn't mean to... you have to believe me!" She began crying softly, her arms constricting around Nightmare's shell as if to take comfort in the egg's solidarity in her arms. " You have to believe me, you have to!" Sparks glared at the Murkrow darkly. How dare he make Terra cry! How dare he! The little Eevee was so mad at the Murkrow that he gathered every single little scrap of energy in his body and threw himself forward in another gallant Tackle attack, this time feeling justified that he was doing the right thing. He had to protect Terra's honor! He had to! She wasn't supposed to cry, dammit! Terra's whole body racked with sobs, chest heaving to get enough air to try to breathe. " It's okay, Sparks," she murmured softly through the tears, her tone breaking throughout and hiccuping at random intervals. " It's not the Murkrow's fault." Careful not to drop Nightmare, she fished about for an empty Pokeball on her belt. She felt really bad about this whole thing... maybe if she took the Murkrow along with her, she'd be able to prove she was really sorry? Following that logic, she tossed the ball up into the air, sending it spinning towards the Murkrow. " Pokeball, go!" she whispered feverantly, and then buried her face in Nightmare's shell. She couldn't bear to watch... not now. Not when she was still feeling so bad about the whole thing. OOC: ... Lydi's now pouting since I think after I catch this Murkrow (who is to be called Mordred), I'm gonna have Terra keep ahold of him for a while so that she can throw it at Ray too. He's glaring at me so bad, but well... Experience is needed. And don't feel bad about making Terra cry. Remember, they all INSTANTLY go away when you throw a cookie at her. Honest. Team- Sparks Eevee egg (Nightmare) 8/10 (moved from the old mod thread I bowed out of)
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Post by Cori on Jun 27, 2012 10:23:30 GMT -5
WILD MURKROW APPEARED! [/style] Murkrow || Male || Super Luck || Dark/Flying || Level 6 Peck || Astonish || Pursuit As he lifted his head wearily from his garbage pile, the Murkrow was surprised to see that the human girl was crying, her face streaked with tear tracks. What was she upset for? She couldn’t be feeling sorry for him, could she? Humans usually loathed him, after all. Heck, even the owners of the trashcan he had been rooting through liked to throw shoes at him when they caught him nudging through the trash - as if it still belonged to them after they’d already discarded it! The battered bird let out a shaky, bitter laugh as he turned his gaze away from the redhead, knowing that she couldn’t possibly be pitying him, no matter how pathetic he might look right now. Rather, she was probably complaining to her Eevee about how nasty his burnt feathers and the trash pile smelled. Still, he supposed that if she really did feel bad for what she and her little furmonster had done, the fault did not truly lie with her. Even if he was a crow, he was too noble a creature to lay blame where blame was not justly due.
Unfortunately, the Eevee - the one who was at fault in all this - was apparently enraged at seeing his mistress cry and charged at him once more, no doubt intending to finish him off. Anger burned in the Murkrow’s stomach as he stared down the charging normal-type, once more reminded how rude, even vicious Pokémon could get away with such brutality without taking a hit to their reputations so long as the humans fancied their appearance. Bah, let him come! He might be a charred, stinking lump of feathers, but he still had enough dignity left to stare down his attacker with grudging acceptance.
Sparks hit the bundle of dark feathers hard and fast, tossing the bird’s light body several feet before it was suddenly stopped by a thrown Pokéball, the contraption opening with a snap and quickly drawing him inside before he could even hit the ground - a good throw! It wiggled once then twice after hitting the ground, and while it looked for a moment like the capture might fail, the light in the sphere’s center finally turned red after the third wobble and let out a soft ding. Capture successful!
WILD MURKROW FAINTED! SPARKS GAINED ONE LEVEL FOR PARTICIPATING! SPARKS IS NOW LEVEL 5!
[/b] WILD MURKROW WAS CAPTURED! [/b][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] WILD SPINDA APPEARED! [/style] Spinda || Female || Tangled Feet || Normal || Level 5 Tackle || Uproar Oooh lookie! There was some cool trash sitting around! A Spinda tottered and teetered as she approached the side of the large trash pile now that the Murkrow was no longer guarding it. Hehehe, that flying-type had been really silly to the way he’d tried to look all fancy while picking carefully through the trash. What good was a big, smelly pile of garbage if you didn’t loosen up and take a roll in it? Completely ignoring the Eevee, the scattered burnt feathers, and the sobbing human girl, the normal-type let out another shrieking laugh and with a glee that would outright disgust the Murkrow if he were still conscious and uncapture she jumped right into the pile of stinking refuse like a small human child leaping into a pile of freshly fallen autumn leaves. Oh yeah, this was fun! This was living! Another unsteady chorus of giggles erupted from the panda as she wiggled her arms and legs, making a “trash angel.” Ugh. That was just plain gross.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 27, 2012 11:05:18 GMT -5
Sparks' tail twitched in delight when he saw how he had taken down the Murkrow. He lifted his head, taking a pose of galliance. He had successfully defended his mistress! Nothing could go wrong now! He pranced over to her in a cocky fashion, something that had her giggling at his adorableness. He was such a cutie when he wanted to be. The Eevee merely smiled, glad he'd made his Trainer smile as he bent down and scooped up the Pokeball in his mouth, trotting over to her and then rearing up on his hind legs, one paw placed on her leg for support as he deposited the Murkrow into her pocket for later. He then nuzzled her hand quickly in a rare sign of affection before dropping down again with a bored expression turned towards the wall. The two of them both heard a crash and turned to see a Spinda flop facedown into a pile of garbage, a wide grin on her face. Okay, ew. If anyone deserved to be taken off the streets, it was this Pokemon. " Go, Sparks, use Tackle!" Terra cried, pointing her hand towards the frolicking Pokemon melodramatically. After a moment of not seeing her precious Eevee spring forward, she looked down to see the Pokemon sitting at her feet. " Come on, Sparks, attack!" The Eevee just looked up at her with a 'you've-go-to-be-kidding-me' expression. He wasn't gonna attack something that played in garbage! That was nasty! " Fine then, I'll do it myself," she huffed, turning to the Spinda. " Lava Plume!" OOC: Ooooh, a Spinda... Mwahahaha, it will be a lovely addition to my shop! And I find it HILARIOUS Sparks won't attack it. Too dirty. XD Team- Sparks ~ Mordred Eevee egg (Nightmare) 9/10 (moved from the old mod thread I bowed out of)
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Post by Cori on Jun 27, 2012 12:32:59 GMT -5
WILD SPINDA APPEARED! [/style] Spinda || Female || Tangled Feet || Normal || Level 5 Tackle || Uproar Even as the scarlet flames washed over the Spinda, it was clear that she never stood a chance. The Lava Plume was a pretty strong move - perhaps even too strong to be used in the middle of a city sidewalk. Not only did it flat-out roast the normal type, but it incinerated all the trash around her...as well as set part of the nearby home’s mail box and several of their bushes up in flames. Uh-oh. Erm, at least the attack did its duty against Terra’s intended target, judging from the way the Spinda’s somewhat demented giggles quickly turned into first a shrieking laugh before escalating into a full-on wail of pain. By the time the majority of the flames receded the poor, disgusting creature was already passed out on the street either from the overwhelming amount of pain she was in or from a combination of that and smoke inhalation. At least she was finally silent, laying there in an unconscious heap amongst the still-burning refuse, her short spotted fur blackened and burnt in places. Hopefully, the painful experience would teach her to pursue cleaner pastimes than frolicing in someone’s spilled garbage, though given her attitude thus far it was rather doubtful that she would change.
WILD SPINDA FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAUGHT!
WILD KECLEON APPEARED! [/style] Kecleon || Female || Color Change || Normal || Level 3 Thief || Tail Whip || Astonish || Lick || Scratch Oh, okay, ew! A series of coughs rose from nowhere in particular as the flaming bushes rustled, parting as if something was hastily shoved them aside to dash to safety. Wait, no, there was something there: a floating purple zig-zag stripe, floating along above the ground while a disembodied voice sputtered and gagged from the burning trash fumes. After a moment, the stumbling stripe crashed right into Terra - it probably didn’t realize where it was going thanks to smoke in its eyes - and a green lizard suddenly popped into full view, rubbing her head and muttering what was probably a string of apologies to the girl. Ugh, she was just trying to get away from the nasty smell and now she’d gone and bumped into some poor stranger!
“Kec kec Kecleon!” Oh my gosh I’m sorry! She murmured worriedly, still massaging the slight bump on her skull while she opened one pale eye to glance up bashfully at the redhead. Oooh, the human was going to be so mad at her, she was sure of it! Rather than stick around, she tried to turn her colors off once more and hide so that she couldn’t set her Eevee on her, but it was no use; her head hurt too much to activate her camouflage, and her throat was in absolute agony from the smoke, which made it even harder to concentrate on forcing the change to happen.
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 27, 2012 12:54:59 GMT -5
Terra winced, her head ducking and a sheepish smile spreading over her face when she saw all the damage her attack had done. " Oops..." she stated innocently. Probably not the best idea to attack on her own... but well... she couldn't just leave the poor Spinda to frolic in garbage! That was cruel! She pulled another free Pokeball out of her pocket, expanding it and tossing it into the air towards the Spinda. " Pokeball, go!" she called, then blinked and looked down at the feeling of something hitting her legs. She looked down and saw an adorable little Kecleon rubbing its head, looking a little singed, no doubt caught in the aftermath of her attack. " Sorry about the attack, little girl!" she cried, putting Nightmare's egg down next to Sparks to look after while she crouched down to begin trying to brush soot off the little lizard. " I didn't mean to hurt you too, honest!" She even leaned down and brushed a soft kiss onto the bump on the poor Pokemon's head. " Look, I know I can't do a whole lot to make up for your pain, but if you want, you can come with me." She rummaged around in her pocket, pulling out another empty Pokeball, expanding it and offering it to the Kecleon. " If you wanna come with me, you can just press the little button and I'll take you along with me!" OOC: Such a cute little Kecleon! *could not kill it for the life of her* Peaceful capture for that one! ... This now means I'm out of Pokeballs until my monies are taken... Team- Sparks ~ Mordred Eevee egg (Nightmare) 10/10 (moved from the old mod thread I bowed out of)
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Post by ★ Ryuujin ! on Jun 27, 2012 13:01:12 GMT -5
CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style] eevee || male || run away || normal || level 02 tail whip || tackle || helping hand
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Post by Cori on Jun 27, 2012 15:50:47 GMT -5
WILD SPINDA APPEARED! [/style] Spinda || Female || Tangled Feet || Normal || Level 5 Tackle || Uproar As far as captures went, this one was fairly straightforward: the ball smacked the unconscious Spinda on the back, burst open with a flash of vermillion light, and sucked the normal-type into it before dropping back to the ground and landing in the surrounding mess before it rolled away from the trash heap, the button in the center already red and locked. Sure there was a smear of something icky on it from its roll through the filth - perhaps old peanut butter - but other than that it was a clean catch with no incidents. Once she had a good, thorough bath and perhaps spent a little time under the care of a new trainer, perhaps the normal-type’s questionable sanity would improve, although the last part would likely depend on how quickly she was sold away from Terra.
WILD SPINDA WAS CAPTURED!
WILD KECLEON APPEARED! [/style] Kecleon || Female || Color Change || Normal || Level 3 Thief || Tail Whip || Astonish || Lick || Scratch The Kecleon blinked in surprise, her jaw dropping slightly as she stared at Terra in shock. Oh, no, she hadn’t meant to make the poor girl think it was her fault! It was entirely hers for stumbling around while camouflaged and not watching where she was going, though that was partially due to her eyes stinging from the smoke. That, and the fact that the whole street seemed been swimming in her smoke and disgusting-smell induced nausea at the time and she had very nearly tossed her cookies before bumping into the girl. The normal-type’s stomach did another flip at that, reminding her that while she was distracted, she was still quite queasy indeed, and that she needed to focus on something if she didn’t want to end up puking all over the Flareon gijinka’s shoes. No, that would most definitely not be a nice way to apologize to her after she’d so rudely bumped into her! In her panic, the worried creature very nearly did just what she hoped to avoid, but she managed to force the feeling down by glancing down and counting the cracks in the sidewalk at her feet. By the time she felt stable enough to look up again, the human girl was nearly done with her own apologies, and the lizard found herself staring right into a white and red sphere, carefully held out to her at eye-level.
For a split second, panic filled her again; had she somehow offended the young lady to the point where she was going to call one of her Pokémon out to punish her? But if that were so, then why had she been acting so apologetic before? ...oh. Oh! The Kecleon’s mouth gaped open in surprise once more as it finally dawned on her that the trainer was not trying to punish her but to invite her to go with her. Whew, that was a relief! The lizard almost chucked at that, but then a sudden breeze tossed the scent of smoldering trash her way once again, striking her with another wave of nausea that nearly knocked her off her feet. Ugh, she could thank the miss properly later. Right now, all she really wanted to do was get into that Pokéball and curl up until her stomach felt better. A quick, abbreviated nod was her way of signaling her happy agreement - she didn’t trust herself to try and speak right now - before the normal-type rocked forward slightly on her feet . Her forehead tapped the ball gently and it instantly drew her in with the usual accompanying light show - had the Pokéball’s inventors created that feature in order to encourage young, easily entertained children to use them, perhaps? It then shut in the girl’s hand a second later with a little click, wobbling in her grasp for but a moment in a manner more reminiscent of something trying to get comfortable than struggling to break free.
KECLEON WAS CAPTURED!
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 27, 2012 16:19:58 GMT -5
Terra smiled gently when the little Kecleon's mouth fell open in surprise. She made sure it was easy for the little Pokemon to reach the Pokeball when she saw the lizard nod. " Promise, I'll make sure you have a better home, love," she whispered, kissing the ball before minimizing it and slipping it into her pocket. She then looked up at the sound of a crash, fear in her eyes when she saw Sparks standing in the middle of the sidewalk with broken eggshell littering the pavement around him. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight. " Sparks, how could you!" she yelled, tears welling in her eyes and then skating down her cheeks. " Nightmare was your brother!" The Eevee looked down sadly, ears going to the side as his Trainer yelled at him. He knew he had messed up, okay, he'd taken his eyes off the egg for one second and it had fallen and broken. It was all his fault, and now he had killed a defenseless egg. He deserved to be yelled at. Terra looked away, tears on her cheeks when suddenly, a gentle furry head nudged at her hand. " Not now!" she snapped, and then she heard soft sniffling sounds. Eyes wide, she turned to see a little Eevee sitting down behind her, a dirty Pokeball having fallen at his feet, no doubt formerly in his mouth to be given to her, and tears in his own eyes. " N-nightmare?" Terra stuttered before she scooped the little Pokemon up into her arms. " Oh Nightmare, don't you scare me like that again, I was so worried about you!" OOC: ... Scary little Spinda... and yeah, Nightmare is a crybaby. Meanwhile, Terra's trying to find those cookies... >.> Team-
Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Kecleon ~ Mordred (fainted) ~ Spinda (fainted)
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Post by Cori on Jun 28, 2012 9:35:11 GMT -5
WILD CHATOT APPEARED! [/style] Chatot || Female || Keen Eye || Normal/Flying || Level 3 Peck “CHAAAT! Get out of my kitchen, stupid bird! Chat!” A multicolored bird huffed angrily as she hopped along the sidewalk, picking here and there at bits of bread and birdseed that the occasional neighbor had left out for the local flying-types such as herself. Hmph. It wasn’t her fault that the human couple had left their window open and she just happened to wander in looking for an audience for her impressions...and then repeated the conversation the man had just had with his boyfriend over the phone in front of his shocked wife. She didn’t know what she was saying, she was just looking for a chance to practice her human talk! Really, the lady had no call chasing her out with a broom for repeating a handful of words she could not even understand. Geeze, weren’t humans the ones who invented the phrase “don’t shoot the messenger” in the first place?
With an annoyed snort, the Chatot kicked a pebble out of her way, her feathers still visibly ruffled from the whole ordeal. Who needed them, anyway? She could find someone else who would appreciate her mimicry! After all, imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, right? Her chest feathers puffed up in pride that she at least understood that line in both Pokémon-speak and the human language. It was practically a creed to her species!
Luck seemed to be with her that day as she soon stumbled across a young human girl and her Pokémon - two Eevees, if she was right - and she gave a small chirp of contentment. Oh yeah, this gal really needs a little show to cheer her up! She thought to herself while hopping up behind the redhead and listening intently to what she was saying so that she could copy it without a hitch. After that, it was just a matter of taking a deep breath, flicking her metronome-like tail feathers a few times to check her rhythm, and opening her beak to copy Terra perfectly - from the words right down to the teary sound of her voice! “Don't you scare me like that again, I was so worried about you!”
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Post by Terra Alicia Rindalin on Jun 28, 2012 10:00:16 GMT -5
Terra wheeled at the sound of her own voice, eyes wide in panic at the horrible, terrible, no-good very-bad idea that Santa was now making clones to replace everyone and take over the world before she saw the Chatot on the sidewalk behind her. That was... marginally better... she guessed. Chatots were better than clones. But wait... what if they worked for Santa too?!? The world would be doomed! " Noooooooooooooo!" she screamed, her face the picture of dejection and horror, " We're all doomeeddddddddddd! The clones are gonna kill usssssssssss!" At her side, Sparks just let out a sigh, padding over to her to put a paw on her leg. His owner was so strange. Maybe even brain damaged. But he loved her anyway. He blinked, however, when he saw a little blur dart past him, tears streaming down the little face as the newly-hatched Eevee barreled down in a Tackle at the Chatot. Huh. Maybe the little one was braver than Sparks thought. And then he tripped, landing on the sidewalk and bursting into tears. Sparks sighed, retracting that idea. His new brother was just as much of an idiot as his Trainer. He firmed himself, padding forward to attack the Chatot himself, when suddenly, Nightmare popped up on his feet again as if he hadn't fallen, though he still sniffled and there were still some tears on his cheeks. He pawed at his eyes, whimpering, and then he wheeled and used Tackle again, as if he tried the attack again it would hide the fact that he had tripped earlier. Sparks shook his head, looking up at the sky. Why did he get all the crazy ones? Why him? OOC: ... So tempted to have Nightmare trip halfway through his gallant charge to protect his mistress. Which I gave into when I lengthened the post. So tempted to put "Tri-State Area" instead of "world". So much temptation... DX Team-
Sparks ~ Nightmare ~ Kecleon ~ Mordred (fainted) ~ Spinda (fainted)
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Post by Cori on Jun 28, 2012 10:45:47 GMT -5
WILD CHATOT APPEARED! [/style] Chatot || Female || Keen Eye || Normal/Flying || Level 3 Peck A startled squawk escaped the Chatot’s beak as she flutter-jumped away from Terra, wondering what in the world she did to provoke the girl’s hysterical reaction. What, were all humans weirdos who couldn’t stand being copied for some reason? Geeze, and she had only been trying to make the crazy chick feel better! With an angry puff of her cheeks, the flying-type prepared to spit a few words that she was sure were offensive thanks to a few previous encounters with enraged humans at the trainer, but before she could a sudden blur of brown and tan fur caught her attention as it charged straight for her. Oh great, now one of the Eevees must have thought she was trying to attack their nutcase of a trainer or something. Well, she’d had enough of being shoved around and yelled at by spastic humans all day, so if the little one wanted to start a brawl, then she was going to fight right back!
Although that might not be fair, blinking in confusion when the fox-like creature seemed to trip over his own paws, putting a temporary stop to his tear-blinded charge. Arceus, now he was bawling his eyes out! Was he a baby or something? She’d had her feelings smacked around all day and survived bigger falls - from upwards of twenty feet in the air! - so what was he sniffling about? Then she noticed the egg shells scattered about and realized with widening eyes that Nightmare was indeed a hatchling, the revelation evaporating much of her irritation. Of course a kid would start crying if he hurt himself, but if he had the guts to charge her when he probably barely knew how to walk, he shouldn’t be bothered by taking a tumble. Bah, this just isn’t worth it, she thought, turning to take off with the thought that the child was no threat to her, but a sudden Tackle from behind corrected her while sending her beak-first into the street.
“Chaaaat! Dammit to hell!” She chirped in pain, spitting out a phrase she’d heard a human use once when his clumsy Rhyhorn stepped on his foot. Okay, forget running away, she was going to teach this kid a lesson about picking on a more experienced fighter - if only just barely. Better that he learned that fact of life early so that it didn’t come back to chomp on his tail later in life. With another angry squawk, she whirled on the youngster and attempted to Peck the little guy right on his cute little nose, not stopping for a moment despite the pathetic sight his tear stained face made.
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