Imitation Black [MOD]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

It had been a while since Lydian had gone outside of his home, and even longer since he had done so without Erik tagging along beside him. It was odd how much his instincts were pining for the boy already, even though he'd left a note behind in case the Sableye Gijinka woke up. He'd even contemplated leaving behind Delphi, the one who perhaps needed the experience the most! He sighed and shook his head. He just... even staying close to home to stretch his legs had him antsy to get back to the smaller male. Erik was very near and dear to the grumpy Houndoom Gijinka's heart, and Lydian would rather take abuse from a Vaporeon than let the small boy get into any trouble. Sighing heavily with a tight jaw, he paused in his confident saunter, looking back behind him in the direction of his home. At his side, Delphi paused too, the young Absol turning to look at her Trainer with knowing eyes. She was very much aware of the blooming relationship between Erik and Lydian; in fact, she had even foreseen it. It was endearing to her to watch the change of expression across her Trainer's face as he fought the urge to return back to the sleeping boy he had chosen as his future mate. Still, just as she knew he would, the raven-haired male shook his head and turned himself back to striding confidently through the ruins, one hand shoved in his pocket and his other Pokemon resting quietly in their Pokeballs clipped to the chain belt jingling on his waist, the sound quite loud in the quiet surrounding them. Lancelot ran up from behind him, the little Pawniard wanting to stick close to the volatile Houndoom Gijinka and the red-tinted motherly Absol. Lancelot was the weakest of the team, and as such, Lydian had come out to train both him and Delphi, though he'd brought the rest of his team out to try to get some experience as well if things went smoothly. "Be ready, you two," the Trainer instructed in a low tone, straining his senses for the first attack. "Something will likely be coming any minute now." Both Lancelot and Delphi nodded, the Absol settling into a light hunting crouch while the Pawniard brought his blades up in a ready position. They could take on anything that fate decided to throw their way.

OOC:
... Fate or a mod with a random number generator. *shot*

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred ~ Merlin ~ Delphi ~ Armageddon

[Cori]

WILD ROSELIA APPEARED!

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Roselia || Male || Poison Point || Grass/Poison || Level 3
Absorb

Something did indeed draw near to Lydian’s small group through the abandoned streets, though all in all the small creature was likely to be a disappointment as an opponent. To be completely honest, the Roselia pushing his way through the fog was about as threatening-looking as a vase of wilted flowers which, given the environment in which he lived, the partial grass-type rather resembled. Indeed, his current state was a far cry from the perfectly pruned specimens of Roselia-kind kept by floral enthusiasts in the more pleasant areas of this city; his petal-hands were rather ratty, stained with soot and smoke and who-knew-what else, and his body was covered in cuts and scrapes even the most low-end flower shops would likely cringe at. He was also, if possible, even tinier than most of his uptown kin as well as the dim atmosphere left him with some degree of sunlight starvation and stunted his growth, but the dual-type tried not to let it get to him. Small, underfed, and beaten-up as he was, the little creature was just as hardy as the scattered weeds that popped up between fissures in sidewalks that might have been pristine at some point but were now little more than shattered slabs of concrete heaped on top of poisoned land.

The sound of oncoming footsteps alerted him to the other party’s approach before his sight did and he immediately ducked down behind a nearby pile of rubble, attempting to hide from whatever enemies drew near. For it was always an enemy here - never a friend; he didn’t even know what the word meant, and if such suspicion kept him alive longer then he was content to keep it that way. From what he could tell there was at least a small group of them and, not wanting to be caught off-guard should they attack, he began to gather energy in between his “hands” for an Absorb attack, green sparks jumping to life in between the red and blue petals. Just in case, he told himself, waiting for the others to pass and hoping that they would not spot him but at the same time mentally preparing himself for the battle that would surely ensue if they did.

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian closed his eyes, his senses ranging outwards further and further until he found it. A faint cloying smell of flowers, one he recognized from his day in the markets with Erik. It was a Roselia. Letting his eyes fall open again, he looked at his Pokemon for a moment before nodding. "Delphi, you hang back on this one," he instructed in an undertone, the Absol pausing to give him a quizzical look. "Lancelot, you'll have this one firmly in hand." The little Pawniard nodded, holding his swords higher, his confidence boosted by the fact that his Trainer obviously thought him strong enough to take on whatever it was that came against them alone, even if Delphi would be waiting in the wings for backup should he need it. But if Lydian thought he wouldn't need it, then he would be damn well sure not to! He wanted to make Lydian proud of him, it was the only way to make things up to the Houndoom Gijinka who had taken him in where no one else would, relying on him and yelling at him to strive to do better. He was a weaker Pokemon and few had wanted anything to do with him since he kept losing, but Lydian couldn't care less. He wanted to help Lancelot do better, and so the Pawniard would fight. For his huffy, temperamental, likely-to-shoot-fireballs-at-you-if-you-didn't-perform-to-his-expectations Trainer. "Lancelot, ambush the Roselia with a Aerial Ace and then follow it up with a Brick Break," the raven-haired male instructed and Lancelot nodded, gathering himself up quickly before he was running as fast as his legs could carry him, his jaw held proudly in the air as he sprung off a rock, flying above the Roselia hiding behind them as he slashed downwards with his swords in an Aerial Ace attack. Landing heavily, he skidded a few feet from the momentum before he wheeled, launching the second attack, the Brick Break he had been told to. He didn't even know if either of the attacks had made contact, but he would still try. For Lydian.

OOC:
Derpy derp, no rush on this. XD And while Lancelot is taking this mon on solo, Lydi will send Delphi after the next one as a heads-up. *cuddles the Cori* And I'm sorry I missed you being on, I was unconscious. DX

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred ~ Merlin ~ Delphi ~ Armageddon

[Cori]

WILD ROSELIA APPEARED!

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Roselia || Male || Poison Point || Grass/Poison || Level 3
Absorb

The Roselia tensed as the footsteps drew nearer, his breath catching in his throat at the distant, low sound of a voice speaking the unfamiliar human language. Even if he could understand the words - which he could not, having spent the greater part of his life avoiding what humans were brave or desperate enough to live around here - the speaker kept their voice low, leaving them little more than a barely-audible whisper at the edge of his perception despite his fear-sharpened senses. Did they spot him? A scowl tugged at the tiny dual-type’s lips and his flower-like hands trembled in nervous anticipation, creating a faint rustling sound as the unnaturally dry petals rubbed against each other while he tried to steel his nerves with minimal success. He could handle this, he could -

Before he could make a move (or finish chanting to himself), a black and red shape leapt at him over the rubble, catching the would-be ambusher completely off guard with a swift Aerial Ace attack. The Pawniard’s blade-tipped arms sliced downward, cutting across the Roselia’s head and face with wind-reinforced edges, slicing through the grass-type’s leafy skin like it were nothing more than wet paper and it was only through sheer willpower that he remained on his feet, staggering back several steps and trying not to cry out in pain. Even then, the plant could not stop the black spots that bloomed across his vision, the burning pain radiating out from the gash raggedly dividing his flesh from forehead to mid-chest clouding his mind and muddling his thoughts. It felt like he was on fire - though thankfully that was not the case - but he managed to stick it out for the moment; wilted flower or not, he was still tough enough to take a hit or two, though the amount of sap spilling from his wound to splatter against the already grimy pavement like sticky, greenish blood was a bit worrying. No, he couldn’t let himself think about that! He had to be ready, there was sure to be another attack coming! And sure enough, there was the Pawniard again, dashing toward him with barely a pause to breathe and change directions.

The Roselia tried to get out of the way but with his body screaming in protest at every movement it was impossible to force his shaking legs to move fast enough and the attack clipped him on the shoulder as he tried the clumsily sidestep the assault, drawing a grunt from the creature. Even though he hadn’t been able to dodge the attack, he could at least use this one to his advantage; the fighting move glanced off him lightly, barely a minor tap compared to the Aerial Ace despite its harsh name, and he used the momentum from the blow to turn with it, planting his feet steadily as he stopped and faced the Pawniard before raising both arms above his head and - trying not to see the way they shook from the effort - attempted to sap energy from the other as blinking green lights filled the air. His first Absorb might have been interrupted before he could let it loose, but this time he would do it! He had to, or he ran the risk more than losing more than just this battle with the rate he was losing water from his sap-spilling wound.