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Post by rosy on Apr 15, 2012 0:42:23 GMT -5
Loneliness had never been an issue for Rosy, always being surrounded by family when he was younger and as he grew up. Sure, his family had been rather poor and oftentimes he didn’t eat enough because of it, but that didn’t mean they rejected his very presence. The business had done a lot to keep them together, nonetheless… But now that it was failing, he wondered briefly if that would change at all. Possibly, and now that he was working for Epispect to pay for his cure, it might all go down the gutter. His father was growing old, and his mother could no longer work because of joint pains. If Rosy wasn’t available to work now… well, things might fail for good this time around. The thoughts were melancholy, and really, thinking about them wasn’t how he wanted to spend his whole day. He had no immediate orders to fill, except for those that went to the company, and he wasn’t too eager to be working on that. Instead, he wandered as far as he could, trying to find something new or inspiring that would probably bring on a bout of quick sketching. By the afternoon, he’d wandered right onto the beach. The waves lapped at the heels of his shoes as he wandered close to the water and for a second, he paused before reaching for the Pokeball at his belt. In a moment, Mourner the Squirtle was released from her Pokeball, and the blue turtle peered curiously up at her trainer before turning to the beach… familiar, it seemed. ”Familiar, huh?” He smiled down at the creature; a gift from the elderly neighbour who needed his fence fixed. The Squirtle nodded, dipping her little hand into the water and splashing it. ”Probably where you came from, after all.” He couldn’t imagine being away from home too long, and he wondered briefly how Pokemon did it themselves, being snatched up with no prior notice. His Mawile still sat in his Pokeball, but he doubted the steel type would like it so near to the ocean... Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 1/7
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Post by Cori on May 8, 2012 12:10:58 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style]   Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying|| Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing Today was a rather pleasant one as far as the lone Swablu flitting through the air was concerned; not too cold, though here and there slick spots of ice clung to the rock cliffs in the distance, but down here on the shoreline it was calm and fairly warm. Even the weather was mild, with not a storm-bearing dark cloud on the horizon to spoil the seaside atmosphere. Who was the flying-type, then, to waste it curled up in his nest? The sky was open wide before him and the often blustery winds had departed for the meantime, leaving behind gentle gusts that seemed to blow in time with the waves rolling onto the shore below in their wake. It was great flying weather to be sure, the air just calm enough for a not-so-great flier such as himself to brave without the threat of being tossed around like a puffy ball of cotton on the wind looming over him.
His cloud-like wings beat the air softly, almost soundlessly, as the Swablu bobbed through the air cheerily. But he was far from a silent flier; happy chirps and warbles filled the sky as he tumbled about, a cheerful lilt of birdsong that was rarely heard in this stretch of coastline. He was happy here, a blue-and-white speck against the sky and sea below, nearly invisible but definitely present in the way he sang. But he was not alone on the beach today; as he turned a half-clumsy roll through the sky, he spotted a Squirtle playing with its trainer in the surf down below. Were they friendly, or perhaps here to cause trouble? He hoped it was former, but you never knew with trainers. Still, the Swablu thought it would be bad manners to pass the duo by without at least saying hello, so he let himself drop a few dozen feet through the air to chirp a bright greeting as he looped around the pair’s heads. “Blu blu!”
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Post by rosy on May 8, 2012 18:13:46 GMT -5
Rosy stood there by the shore and let the water lap at the toes of his books, watching the little water type frolic in the water to her heart’s content. He wished her to be happy, and one of the things that he knew made one happy (most of the time) was being home. The coastline was a probably home as any, though the lake seemed just as likely. By how Mourner was acting though, she seemed like she enjoyed the saltwater. Looking up towards the sky for a moment, Rosy swore he saw a cloud against the cloudless background… only the cloud was moving much too fast. It was swirling around too, sort of like a plastic bag in the wind and suddenly, as it drew near, it wasn’t a cloud at all. No, it was one of those pretty bird-types with the fluffy wings; a Swablu, as far as he was concerned. He remembered once having to make a coffin in the shape of an Altaria, and it had turned out rather nicely. The little Squirtle didn’t seem to like the sudden intrusion however and looked up from her previously whimsical play. With an angry sounding growl, she unleashed a bubble at the bird. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 2/7
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Post by Cori on May 9, 2012 19:09:13 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style] Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying|| Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing The Swablu let out a frightened shriek as the Squirtle, angered by his sticking his beak where it did not belong, spat a bubble attack toward the airborne creature that caught him completely off-guard. He tried to swerve away from the move at the last minute, but it was already too late; the cloud of bubbles caught him across the wings, exploding with more power than their harmless appearance suggested them capable of. Startled by the sudden pain, the blue bird plummeted toward the surf below like a cloud-swathed stone, landing near the angry Squirtle with an echoing splash, a spray of foamy seawater, and a sharply indignant cry.
Luckily the water was not deep enough to drown the Swablu and the bird quickly pushed himself up with his sopping wings, sputtering and hacking as he tried to dislodge the seawater from his throat. He should have flown away right then and there but with his wings soaked through it would be impossible for him to lift off no matter how he flapped around. With his cheerful mood ruined by the Squirtle’s rude behavior - he was just trying to be nice! - the flying-type lunged at the turtle with a Peck attack. If she was so dead-set on being mean, then he was just going to have to return the favor!
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Post by rosy on May 9, 2012 21:06:03 GMT -5
Rosy only watched with a sort of muted interest as Mourner attacked the poor bird for no apparent reason. The Squirtle had never really interacted too much with other Pokemon before, so he technically shouldn’t have been surprised. She’d been born in his abode, after all… And other than his other Pokemon, never quite interacted with anything else. Now was the first time, and thinking the strange flying blue thing was a threat was reasonable. Mourner was a lot less focused on technicalities and more focused on that offensive blue bird flying within her proximity. ”Squirtle~ Squirt squirt!”
[/color] The agile little turtle dodged the peck that came at her, retaliating with another Bubble. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 3/7 Note: Not catching, btw, just leveling.[/justify][/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cori on May 13, 2012 4:38:26 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style] Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying|| Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing Despite the fact that Squirtle were fairly slow as far as the “starter” group of Pokémon went, the weight of the Swablu’s waterlogged wings easily slowed him down, offering his opponent yet another edge in the battle. The way she dodged his Peck with ease was downright irritating, but nowhere near as humiliating at the next attack the pale blue reptile shot at him as soon as she’d swerved out of the way, this stream of bubbles exploding in his face at almost point-blank and sending the creature sprawling back in the surf once more with a startled chirp. It wasn’t that the attacks were doing a great deal of damage, but the constant barrage and his inability to land a single hit was just plain insulting to the flyinging-type, and when he pushed himself out of the water once more to cough up yet more seawater, he fixed the Squirtle with a downright dirty look. There was no question that whatever nice, friendly mood the bird might have been in a few minutes ago, there was absolutely no trace of it left behind in the angry, dripping creature that faced the water-type now.
To his credit, the Swablu tried to think about his next move reasonably; he knew that his opponent would just dodge his attack again if he tried another Peck, but what else could he do? Singing her to sleep to create an opening would be smart, but unfortunately, he was in such a foul mood right now that rather than birdsong he was likely to screech in fury if he so much as opened his beak, which was definitely not going to lull his foe into a peaceful slumber. Growling at the turtle to reduce her attack was likewise useless, considering that she kept spamming Bubble at him, so that left his one remaining offensive attack. The Swablu narrowed his little eyes, focusing on producing a burst of speed despite his weighted-down state, and vanished in a blur of movement as he sped behind his opponent to lash out at her from behind with his little claws, counting on the surprise generated by his Astonish attack to make it work.
OOC: Sorry for the length, it's early and I'm too lazy to cut it down to a proper size. I apologize for the wait. DX
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Post by rosy on May 18, 2012 7:18:45 GMT -5
Mourner was a feisty one, if the proof hadn’t been put out in front of him already. Still, Rosy didn’t do much, deciding to watch the battle go on without outside interference. The little turtle seemed fine with that, wanting to handle the whole thing herself, even if it was her first actual fight. That was fine by him, as long as she didn’t get herself much too injured by the end of it. But bumps and scrapes were normal, weren’t they? Of course. But the astonish was unexpected, even by Rosy, and he wasn’t the one hyped up on adrenaline and in the fight himself. The Swablu vanished for several seconds, then reappeared just behind the Squirtle in an astonish. Mourner wasn’t able to dodge on time and it hit her full on, sending her tumbling back onto her shell, which took a couple seconds to get up off of. Once she was up, however, she was angry as ever and quickly sent two more Bubbles towards the bird. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 4/7 Note: Not catching, btw, just leveling.
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Post by Cori on May 18, 2012 19:03:13 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style] Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying|| Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing Seeing his Astonish hit home was only a small victory, but it still gave the Swablu a boost of confidence that he sorely needed; so far, the Squirtle with her quick movements and fast attacks had seemed annoyingly invincible, but now he had some proof that she was still vulnerable, still a foe he could fight, and that fact alone was enough to soothe his hurt feelings - if only just a little. He even let out a victorious chirp and splashed at the water with his soaked-cotton wings as he watched the Squirtle force herself back up, but soon enough she was back on the offensive and shooting Bubble attacks at him.
Before, he had been too angry to think about her attacks clearly, but with his cooling mood he realized that despite how the attacks stung on contact they were not doing a ton of damage on their own. If he could just keep attacking and outlast her, then this battle would be his in the end. He glared at the Squirtle, trying to concentrate on watching her movement, and waited for the sting of the Bubbles to strike his face. As soon as the spheres exploded on contact, he made his move, dashing at the Squirtle with burst of speed for another Astonish attack, but this time he wasn’t going to stop there. Instead, he kept his eyes on his opponent, he followed up the Astonish with an attempt at a Peck attack, hoping that in case one of them missed, the other would still manage to find its target.
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Post by rosy on May 22, 2012 17:27:30 GMT -5
Mourner growled at the Swablu, hoping to intimidate the bird but unlikely to. Really, she had come to this place first, and if some bird brain thought that it’d float right on through without facing down with her first, than fine by her. Her bubbles should’ve brought the bird down a notch, if only working to soak her cottony wings further and weight her down, slowing her and hopefully giving the already slow turtle an upper hand. The Squirtle watched extremely carefully this time around, but the Astonish was much too quick and smacked her head on, rolling her slightly before being hit with a peck. Now that hurt, and the turtle Pokemon wobbled slightly before righting herself. That Swablu better be out of the game soon, or else Mourner would have nothing to brag about. One last time now, she huffed herself up and sent two Bubble attacks the bird’s way. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 5/7 Note: Not catching, btw, just leveling.
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Post by Cori on May 29, 2012 3:18:23 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style] Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying || Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing While the flying-type might have been right about the Bubbles doing little lasting damage on their own, they certainly stung, and each following volley of exploding water orbs he took without dodging was now definitely taking a toll on the Swablu’s health and battle performance. For one thing, evading the next attacks became difficult when he was so weighted down with water, leaving him constantly open to more attacks that in turn made his waterlogged problem worse. The Squirtle’s latest two attacks were no exception to this, the watery explosions sending the blue-feathered bird tripping into the surf once again, momentarily reducing him to a sputtering, coughing mass.
The flier pushed himself up from the waves with his waterlogged wings just as an incoming wave threatened to overwhelm him; what, was even the sea against him now, coming to the aid of a fellow water-type? The Swablu chirped indignantly as he tried to fight back against the seawater with moderate success and briefly wondered what this rude turtle’s problem had been in the first place. He was the one who lived on this seashore most of his life - albeit not down here, in the water - but he should be allowed to fly around without being shot at by some tourist with their trainer! It was infuriating, and the once more fed up bird lunged at Mourner in his rage, knowing that the Squirtle must be getting tired by now, but his wings were just too weighted down with water now for the planned Astonish to work and in a humiliating twist of fate the soaked dual-type tripped over his own wet wings, sending him tumbling forward with a squeak of surprise that was cut off by another wave to the face. Yeah, this was definitely turning into a two-on-one battle as it seemed that nature itself was just as annoyed with his presence as his opponent was.
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Post by rosy on Jun 1, 2012 21:09:24 GMT -5
Perhaps that was enough. Rosy watched, but he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the Swablu. Mourner seemed to be fighting well, but she was rapidly weakening; the little bird was stronger than it looked, probably. He’d let the Squirtle fight for just a bit more, but if she showed signs of growing too weak, he’d draw her and send out someone else. He still had a few up his sleeve. Mourner seemed much less concerned though; sure she was growing tired, but she was not to be defeated. Turtles had high defenses, after all, and she was stubborn as hell. The astonish sent the Swablu face-first back into the water, the waterlogged cotton wings much too heavy to lift. Perfect. Mourner growled and this time, decided to take a different path. She launched herself forward in a Tackle. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 6/7 Note: Not catching, btw, just leveling.
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Post by Cori on Jun 2, 2012 13:56:10 GMT -5
WILD SWABLU APPEARED! [/style] Swablu || Male || Natural Cure || Normal/Flying || Level 9
Peck || Growl || Astonish || Sing The Swablu tried once more to rise out of the water, but it was a hopeless endeavor; no sooner had his head broken the surface of the water to take a gasping breath than a growl from his opponent caught his attention. The soaked flying-type turned to glance at his foe just in time to take a full-powered tackle to the face, nearly twenty-pounds of turtle crashing into him with enough force to send him splashing through the surf and towards deeper waters.
Immediately, the Swablu panicked, thrashing his heavy wings in the now too-deep water - what was only waist-high on a human was easily enough to swallow him up whole, and with his body aching from so much abuse and his waterlogged feathers weighing him down, the little bird sunk like a stone. As the water churned over his head and he struggled for breath, only a slight ripple and a few bubbles showed any evidence of his struggle, which quickly faded. By the time the waves washed his body back into the shallower water, he was already out cold, his body giving not so much as a twitch as it was carelessly pushed around by the surging waves.
WILD SWABLU FAINTED! MOURNER GAINED TWO LEVELS FOR WINNING!
WILD VANILLITE APPEARED! [/style]   Vanillite || Female || Weak Armor || Ice || Level 8
Icicle Spear || Harden || Astonish When many people think of ice cream, the first thing that comes to mind is the sweet treat, perhaps bringing back childhood memories of enjoying the cold, sugary confection as a way to beat the summer heat. However, while the Pokémon watching the Squirtle’s battle from the safety of the beach looked extremely similar to a scoop of delectable vanilla ice cream, she was hardly sweet. No, this Vanillite was watching and waiting the turtle with a cold, calculated glance, waiting for her to drop her guard so that she could launch an attack at the weakened water-type and secure a quick, easy victory and add to her growing strength. That opening came when the sea swallowed up the Swablu - obviously the weaker of the two fighters - leaving the turtle victorious and, hopefully, open to attack while she celebrated her triumph. A warped grin crossed the ice-type’s face, thinking of how fitting it would be to take down the creature right after she defeated her first foe, ending her winning streak before it could even begin. And she didn’t even have to move an inch to do so, with a long range move at her disposal!
Capitalizing on her perfect chance, the Vanillite opened her mouth and shot two Icicle Spears at her target, their sharp ends glinting in the light as they soared toward the Squirtle.
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Post by rosy on Jun 5, 2012 17:36:03 GMT -5
Sweet success. Mourner, though tired, quickly jumped for joy at her success in defeating the Swablu, and quickly looked back at Morpheus for acknowledgement of the wonderful endeavor. Morpheus nodded towards his little turtle, coaxing her closer before giving her a pat on the head. Yes, she was a fighter alright… Perhaps she needed some rest, but rest was never for the wicked. Not that Mourner was outright wicked… just feisty. Neither of them noticed when the icicle spears came soaring towards them, but Morpheus was quick to recoil with the turtle in his arms when they did hit. It stung on his skin and Mourner let out a cry of surprise, but thankful that her shell took the brunt of the attack. The Squirtle whirled around, heckles raised, ready to fend off the attacker. Rosy, however, had slightly different plans. ”Come now, Mourner. No need to deal with such things.”
[/color] He whirled on his heels, and though Mourner didn’t like it, she followed away from the ice type. Charmander Egg (50% Shiny) = 7/7 Skipping[/justify][/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ω Tama Ω on Jun 7, 2012 15:22:15 GMT -5
CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style]   shiny charmander || male || solar power || fire || level 02
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Post by Cori on Jun 11, 2012 15:17:51 GMT -5
WILD VANILLITE APPEARED! [/style] Vanillite || Female || Weak Armor || Ice || Level 8
Icicle Spear || Harden || Astonish An angry hiss slithered past the ice-type’s lips as her attack bounced harmlessly off the turtle’s shell; she knew that the attack wouldn’t do much against a water-type, but it was still infuriating to see that her missiles did absolutely nothing to the Squirtle. Then, just to heap another insult onto her plate, the water-type’s human companion actually picked the creature and flat-out said that she wasn’t worth the trouble. How dare he! The sentient ice cream’s eyes narrowed in hate, the snubbed creature deciding that she should change her aim and put a few Icicle Spears in the human’s head and see how harmless he thought she was then.
Before she could open her mouth to breathe out the ice attack, however, she felt the sharp prickle of something sharp digging into the back of her snow-covered head, drawing a pained squeak from her just as something leaned in to whisper a few words to her before carelessly tossing her aside. She caught a flash of dark fur in the light as her attacker darted off toward the human and his Squirtle partner, but she didn’t need a clear view to know what had clawed her up, and it made her suddenly thankful that it was the other pair that would have to deal with him instead of her.
WILD VANILLITE WAS SKIPPED!
WILD SNEASEL APPEARED! [/style]   Sneasel || Male || Keen Eye || Dark/Ice || Level 11
Scratch || Leer || Growl || Quick Attack || Screech A pleased smirk quirked at the Sneasel’s lips as he dashed at the Squirtle and her trainer in an unannounced Quick Attack, the words he’d whispered into the Vanillite’s ear to spook her still ringing in his ear. A weak little attack like that won’t do - you need to be more bold. A chuckle rumbled in his throat, remembering the frightened expression she made at the words. No, they were not particularly frightening in and of themselves, but when he said them with his reputation around here for cutting up anything tough-looking that came by, they became something a little more threatening. But he didn’t have time to dwell on his humorous little trick right now - not when he had an opponent in his sights, just waiting for him to dismember her.
Thanks to the burst of speed from his attack, he was close enough to lunge forward and aim a high-speed body blow against the water-type (not to mention the trainer’s arms holding her!) before dropping back to the ground, uncaring if he missed the first shot at this point. Really, he just wanted to spook them at first to get them shaken up for the real fight that was soon to follow. As soon as his paws touched the ocean-covered sand, the creature was jumping back again, letting out an ear splitting Screech to lower his target’s defenses while he planned out his next attacks. It always paid to think ahead, especially if you wanted to go for the maximum amount of damage as he so often did.
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