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Post by Isabelle Elizabeth Black on Aug 26, 2012 12:07:25 GMT -5
Isabelle was bored of sitting behind a desk all day. Hell, she was even bored of the training room. Sure, it might have been fun to crush virtual Pokemon for hours on end, but there was only so much one could do when one was prohibited from missions. The younger Black sibling had no idea if that was the doing of her older brother Perseus or if there was an actual reason behind it; it wasn't as if Epispect particularly took pains to make sure its workers were well-informed of everything, particularly when politics were involved. Isabelle hated politics to be honest. They were pointless in her opinion, a glaze to hide your true self from someone and full of nothing but egotistical posturing. She had joined Epispect for two reasons. The first was to be closer to her brother - no matter how much they might bicker, Isabelle really did love the Eelektross Gijinka dearly - and the second to make a name for herself. What she had spent so much of her youth doing was chasing after Percy, so much that she had joined a corporation with blood on its name and its employees' hands without so much as a second thought. She wanted to prove herself and she wanted to prove that she was just as strong as anyone else. And then there was the aspect that she had a steady job and, with hope, the chance to meet some cute girls. Nope, Isabelle had joined Epispect for a variety of reasons, and none of them had to do with politics. She was content to keep it that way too. She didn't even care she'd likely be getting a good slap across the wrist for running off. She knew Epispect didn't like sending her out into the field, and even worse for her, Percy likely wouldn't be pleased she'd gotten so far. She wasn't running away, she just wanted to go exploring. She was sorta hoping that his mission would last long enough for her to just keep walking for a little while more - just enough to sate her curiosity for the world and allow her to continue sitting behind a desk for hours on end - before she turned around and went back home again. And if Percy did come back before he was supposed to, she had left enough of her belongings behind to make it rather obvious she was coming back - she hoped anyway - and taken enough general supplies to rule out a straight-up kidnapping. Still, she was hoping Perseus wouldn't get back until she got home, if only to try to hide her absence. She didn't particularly want to worry him. Stretching, she looked around her from the little flat rock she'd claimed as a chair, easily picking out her blanket on the ground, a mess of Pokeballs resting upon it. She was curious as to whether she would finally get to begin her attempt to begin training Pokemon or if that would have to wait a while longer... OOC: ... I don't even know. Will be moving a Bagon and Axew into the thread when they hatch (only applies if this is replied to before then). Team-
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Post by Cori on Sept 3, 2012 2:40:47 GMT -5
WILD SLOWPOKE APPEARED! [/style]   Slowpoke || Male || Own Tempo || Water/Psychic || Level 5
Curse || Yawn || Tackle || GrowlSlowly, though with as much speed as his pink, numb body could muster, a lone Slowpoke crawled his way forward through the lakeside’s grass, his dark eyes carefully latched onto the intruder that had shown up not too long ago. Just a few years ago, it would have taken their colony a week of constant observation to even register the interloper’s presence, and by then most passers-by would have left anyway. But that was before He came to them. When He arrived in their colony, looking so alike them but so different with a crown on his brown and his skin shining unlike any Slowbro they had ever seen, the others had...well, in their typical oblivious way, they had not realized what a god among mon had entered into their fellowship. But not this Slowpoke; dopey though he might be, he could read the authoritative aura that the newcomer wore about his pink shoulders like a mantle from day one and had gladly sworn himself into the Slowking’s service as his loyal vassal. He was His Majesty’s right hand, the one who would carry out his reconnaissance and, if appropriate, subdue any and all intruders into the realm.
The main problem with this, however, was that it was extremely difficult for a mere Slowpoke to remain focused on the mission despite his steadfast loyalty. He could struggle against his nature with everything he had but in the end it was still a difficult task at best to stay focused and remember the orders His Majesty had given him. Stay focused, watch the intruder, report back if they pose a threat to the Kingdom. The dual-type repeated to himself over and over again in a sort of mantra, trying his best not to slip and lose focus. No matter how invitingly warm the sun on his back was, beckoning him to lie still on a rock like his kin to waste the day away sunning himself, he just had to stay focused!
The intruder appears to be unaware of my presence thus far, he “reported” back via his psychic link with the self-proclaimed monarch of these waters, sprawled out on his pink belly in the short grass as he stared at the teal-haired human girl not far away. I shall now advance closer to gain a better view of her base camp. True to his word, the Slowpoke wriggled forward, his movements hardly stealthy at all as he approached the Isabelle’s claimed rock in hope that he could discern whether she were a true threat to His Majesty’s domain or merely a harmless traveler. Though she hardly looked the part of a dangerous assassin sent by his monarch’s foes, there was no denying the presence of the Pokeballs she had amassed nearby and those always spelled trouble when humans were involved....
OOC: Late, shitty, done on my sister's filthy laptop. Sorry if it's lacking or ramble-y. DX
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Post by Isabelle Elizabeth Black on Oct 5, 2012 4:06:05 GMT -5
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[style=width: 406px; background-color: #014421; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; padding: 2px; color: #fff;] And I'll sleep when I die! [/div][/center] Isabelle flicked her wrist sharply, the motion bringing out a small blade slipping down from inside her sleeve and into her hand. Her fingers closed around the hilt and she brought it up, inspecting it. She remembered when she got this blade. Percy had made it for her. The fond memory brought a smile to her face, and she tightened her grip on it while thrusting it forward with a loud "Ha!" of effort, smirking to see the tip glinting in the sunlight with some liquid barely discernable to the eye. This was her poison barb more or less, and she used it to her advantage for attacking. If she was going to secrete poison, she might as well use it to her advantage. But still, she wasn't expecting any danger today. She was just out to blow off steam and enjoy a day off from work. That was all. Closing her eyes and shrugging, her fingers pulled away from the weapon, letting it drop back into her sleeve, which she snapped back down to sheath it inside there. The sun out here was nice, and so she thought little of throwing herself back against the rock, wriggling a little to make herself comfortable and to scratch an itch just between her shoulder blades. Yeah... this was how things were meant to be... nice and peaceful...
The snapping of twigs was what caught the girl's attention, and she sat bolt upright, dagger down in her hand again as she searched for the source of the noise. She didn't think any illegal Gijinka would be out here, or willing to pick a fight for that matter, and she inwardly cursed that she had chosen not to check in with anyone more than the quiet boy she'd seen around headquarters. Still, she could handle it. She had her poison and her dagger. She could fight her way out if she had to! She blinked, however, at the sight of the intruder. A Slowpoke? What was a Slowpoke doing creeping towards her like that? Her brow furrowed, but she relaxed from the tense stance her muscles had taken, easing out of it. A Slowpoke was unexpected, yes, but hardly a threat in any meaning of the term. Though she could always use the training... she nodded and began to coil her legs to spring at the Pokemon in an attack when she saw a sudden flash of light burst out of her sleeve, revealing a young Dragon-type Pokemon, which stretched and waggled his short arms in the air. Oh right. She'd forgotten about the little Gible she'd traded for about a week ago. Archo seemed to get riled up when he saw the Slowpoke, hopping in place and growling. Well... she did need to train him... and he did seem to want to fight... Isabelle nodded, her decision made. "All right, Archo, let's do this! Start off with a Tackle and then use Shadow Claw!"
"Gible!" the little Dragon-type cried, running forward already knowing how he was going to attack. His claws began to gather up shadows, waiting for him to get closer, hopefully slamming into the pink flesh, before he slashed out with them.
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Post by Cori on Oct 16, 2012 8:46:40 GMT -5
WILD SLOWPOKE APPEARED! [/style] Slowpoke || Male || Own Tempo || Water/Psychic || Level 5
Curse || Yawn || Tackle || GrowlThe Slowpoke froze in his tracks as the aqua-haired female stirred, cursing his luck as she drew a blade on him ; not only was she a trouble-causing human, but she was evidently crazy enough to go hand to hand against creatures that housed powers her kind could only imagine. That meant either she was extremely brave, too reckless for her own good, or one of those strange cases where humans developed Pokémon abilities through some unknown means. This particular Slowpoke had never been fortunate - or, in this case, unfortunate enough - to meet any of that last group before and if any of the other Slowpoke in the colony had they likely forgot the strange beings soon after meeting them, but His Majesty spoke of them often. They were, after all, the biggest threat to his empire to be: blasphemous creatures that knew not on which side of the Pokémon-human divide to stand on and instead flip-flopped between it as if boldly defying not only his master but nature herself with their very existence.
Dopey eyes narrowed, the partial psychic-type quickly deducing this girl to be one such human, or at the very least deciding to err on the side of caution and consider her to be a threat to the kingdom - a threat that he would have to eliminate, he concluded, not willing to risk such a dangerous being running around His Majesty's territory freely. The human may be one of those gijinka of which you speak and is likely insane; I will engage her momentarily. Advising you to either send backup or, if unwise, stay hidden where she may not find you. He radioed back again, sure that his master could hear him, being the strongest Psychic he had ever known. However, while this water-type's mind was sharp and strangely unclouded today for one of his species despite all the potential distractions, his body was still a slave to the slow reactions that caused the humans to think even the most intelligent of them stupid and even as he prepared to knock the girl unconscious for a spell with a Yawn in order to leave her vulnerable for easy elimination, he grudgingly knew that he was at a disadvantage with his body's molasses-slow movements. There was no time for him to force himself to duck for cover even as the female ducked as if to spring at him only to surprisingly release a Pokémon of her own in a flash of bright light, a mean-looking dragon-type that was all mouth and fangs and bouncing blue energy emerging from what undoubtedly was a hidden Pokéball up her sleeve. Mentally he swore at his miscalculation in assuming the girl would attack him directly, but there was no time to change his course of action now. He could feel the Yawn building at the back of his throat, ready to go to work, and rather than aborting the move in a feeble and most likely fruitless attempt to roll out of the way of the Gible's ordered attack he opened his mouth as wide as it could go and shot the Yawn toward the other creature only seconds before he closed the gap and smashed into the pink Pokémon with such force that it knocked the Slowpoke off his feet with a sickening crack and sent his pudgy body rolling along like a rotund doll.
He knew it should have hurt like hell, but his body's reaction to pain was as slow as his species' namesake and he struggled to get up once more, only to realize that one of his front legs was bent at such an odd angle that standing on it would be impossible. And while he might have been dopey, the Slowpoke was no fool; he knew he was sunk then and there, victim of a critical hit he would not overcome any time soon. Still, he tried to force it to work, desperate to stand and report back to his glorious leader in warning one last time before the creature was upon him again, but all he was unable to get out more than a quick psychic message of hurt badly, please stay inside and as far away from the shore as possible! before the dragon was there in front of him, claws wreathed in a purple glow. Curses, a ghost-type attack!
Well aware he was going down but too loyal to his monarch's cause to the bitter end to go down without some fight, the Slowpoke let out one last defiant and quick-paced Growl as the Gible's claws descended, cutting an ugly red gash across his face that together with his broken leg sent him spiraling out of consciousness, but not before he could spit one last Glory to His Majesty Slowking! at the twice-damned dragon. Then the pain of the battle seemed to hit him all at once and he fell flat with a shuddering u-urk to lie twitching on the ground, vulnerable to the very capture he had hoped to save his Lord from.
WILD SLOWPOKE HAS FAINTED! IT CAN NOW BE CAPTURED! ARCHO GAINED TWO LEVELS FOR WINNING! ARCHO IS NOW LEVEL EIGHT!
[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] WILD SPHEAL APPEARED! [/style]   Spheal || Male || Ice Body || Ice/Water || Level 6
Defense Curl || Powder Snow || Growl || Water GunThere was probably a good reason why his mother warned him against wandering off on his own even so close to home, but for one curious little Spheal, those warnings and the inevitable nagging he would get from his sis once she found off he had gone exploring around their lakeside habitat without him was definitely worth it to see something interesting beyond the inside of their den hidden through a small cave just beneath the water's surface. Sometimes fights even broke out between his neighbors and other wild Pokémon, though he was admittedly just as likely to find nothing but bland old Slowpoke on his little excursions. Ugh. He hated his boring boring boooring neighbors, who rarely did anything more entertaining than lounging on mossy rocks and stare blankly out at the sky or water. It was so bad that even though his mother explicitly forbade him from doing so, he would sometimes roll up right behind the derpy pink creatures and shove them off their perches and right into the cool waters of the lake, snickering all the way back home at the splash and the delayed, watery "............slowpoke?" that often followed once they realized that they were suddenly staring at the lake bed instead or whatever held what passed as their attention before.
Seeing as he clearly held such low opinions of their lake-dwelling neighbors, it shocked the heck out of him as he watched one wander up from the lake among his vantage point among some reeds, murmuring something to itself about some King as he moved up the bank and toward something in the distance at a snail's pace. That was definitely suspicious behavior coming from a creature that usually did nothing but eat, sleep, and space out! Suspicious, and interesting enough for the Spheal to switch from his prankster mentality to that of a detective momentarily, following the blob of pink on his journey toward Kyogre-knew-what with what he was convinced was the utmost stealth. Never mind that the one he was tailing was probably too stupid to know something was tailing him if it bit him on his big, fat tail.
His breath caught in his throat once they drew close enough to see the Slowpoke's target in detail and he saw that it was a human, and his heart thumped in excitement with the thought that maybe today would be a great day after all. Grinning, he ducked back behind a rock as the Slowpoke failed to do the same, drawing the human girl's attention and then standing there like an idiot instead of charging in with a real attack, only letting out one of his dumb Yawns instead when the girl sent out a Pokémon of her own against him. The Spheal couldn't help but grin at the sight of the other creature; it had to be his lucky day, fortune just dropping a dragon-type into his path like that. Anyone with half a brain knew that defeating a dragon-type made you a certified grade A badass, and even as he watched the Slowpoke fail to do more than make a couple pathetic noises at the other he knew he could charge in and claim victory as soon as the pink thing was out of commission. Even the sight of the other's wicked claws did little to deter him, and once the Spheal was sure that the Slowpoke was down and out of the way he rolled out from behind his rock boldly, only uncurling his body once he was close enough to open his mouth to shoot a Poweder Snow at the Gible, the spiraling wind of cold air and tiny ice crystals twisting through the air in a way that might have been breathtakingly beautiful in any other situation.
OOC: Sorry for making you wait yet again and I apologize for any inconvenience my absence caused. Also, while writing this on the train my sister kept peeking over my shoulder at the page I had up and said your table is cool. :3
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