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Post by wilhelm on Feb 15, 2012 20:55:39 GMT -5
Very few people came to the jungle, they were afraid of the things that it held within it. That made it the perfect place for Wilhelm to train in privacy and without risk of too many people finding him. The only people that would be able to find him, would be members of Team Rocket. They were informed in case he was needed for a mission, or if Oliver needed to know where he was, on the chance he wanted to talk. Right now, he was focusing on his swordsmanship, something he tended to share with very few people.
As it was, the trees were currently marked with varying degrees of cuts, all from different levels of slashes from him. All of which were done with just a single arm, the style that he had chosen, of course he knew that he could swing with both arms to offer more power. Still, his style, was focused on using one sword, and being able to wield it the same in either hand. He was using Musashi's style of swordsmanship and focusing it into one sword.
Granted, he had a means of going up against even guns with his swords now. So, he had a bit of an advantage in that regard, right now he had decided to take a break. Resting against one of the trees, and letting his body cool down from the workout it had been receiving from all this training.
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Post by solo on Feb 16, 2012 18:06:27 GMT -5
Solo had just been thawed out from his icy prison, and he was now running into the Jungle. He was not happy at all with his recent loss, and Solo didn't take losing well. No he was much to prideful to admit that he had lost, and been reduce to running away. He was beyond angry though. Out here in the middle of nowhere he figured that no one else was around, and he went on a rampage, punching, and kicking everything in sight. Pieces of bark flew around, and shards of the surrounding trees littered the ground as if a massive wind blew through, and tore through the forest. He didn't care he wasn't happy at all right now, and the next person who he stumbled upon would be blasted into oblivion.
Opening his mouth golden energy began to form in it, and then with a mighty roar he launched the golden energy in the form of a beam in front of him. Destroy tree's, and rocks ripping the ground up in front of him. Destruction was what he left in his wake, and he gave another mighty roar of frustration, and anger.
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Post by wilhelm on Feb 16, 2012 20:44:32 GMT -5
It wasn't long into his rest when he heard and saw the sudden blast of energy go through the jungle and sighed slightly. It seemed that violence had a tendency to follow him around, or at least violent people. However, this was in a bad area to bringing about violence, so he had little choice but to investigate and stop the source of it. Moving through the dense trees, he followed the trail of destruction and finding someone familiar, he sighed.
"That temper of yours will get you killed one day, especially if you keep lashing out with your powers like this," he commented, leaning against a nearby tree. Arms were crossed as he locked onto the Dragonite gijinka, his eyes focused, "You also seek to ruin the reputation of Team Rocket that we're trying to build. It defeats the purpose of us being a haven for those seeking a place away from the fighting if one of ours goes about blasting everything, no?" He pushed up and walked towards Solo, "So, what has you so angry?" There had to be a reason, and he would need to start getting it through to this young one that hatred and anger were unnecessary and pointless to carry. Especially on the battlefield, they would only hinder one's ability to fight.
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Post by solo on Feb 18, 2012 0:02:31 GMT -5
Solo heard a voice, and someone walk up to him, and he turned around to stare at the form of Wilhelm. "Take your lecture somewhere else old man." he said in a dangerously cold tone. His blue eyes froze over as he stared at the man before him. This guy was older than him, but not nearly as powerful. No one was as powerful as him except for maybe their leader. Even then Solo was confident that he could go toe, toe with the man, and even come out victorious. A snarl curved on his lips as he stared at the man before him. That easy going attitude was going to get them nowhere. He just wanted to kill them all, and then they would be able to have the thing called peace that they sought after.
"Well tell me would you be in a good mood if two Bounty Hunters came after you, and then you got frozen in a giant block of ice?" he half growled at the guy before turning his back to the other man closing his eyes, and allowing the gentle breeze to blow over his skin. No he would meet them again, and when he did he would tear them apart limb from limb. Then he would blast their remains into oblivion, and feed the ashes to his pokemon. No the next time he met those two he would crush the life out, of their lungs, and make them pay. The very thought of that moment made him laugh out in joy, it was a crude, and cruel sound.
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Post by wilhelm on Feb 18, 2012 1:05:25 GMT -5
"My lecture's are to prevent stupidity, right now, I'd say you need one," he commented, his tone still even, but the bluntness of his weapons was apparent all the same. "Acting like a barbarian and destroying a forest over childish anger, seems a good way to get everyone after you," he pointed out, especially other Gijinka. No matter how powerful Solo might have thought himself, he would not be able to take on a unified front himself.
Then Solo commented about how Wilhelm would feel about getting beaten by two Bounty Hunters and encased in ice. "Well, given that if I was in your position, I'd say having thawed and escaped alive, I'd be feeling rather good. People always look sourly on defeat, but there's two sayings that come to mind," a glint of wisdom coming from his golden eyes, as he turned to walk around Solo slowly. "First, what does not kill you, will make you stronger. Second, there is only one lesson in victory, but a thousand in defeat. Losing, is not something to feel bad about, especially if you are still alive," being alive, meant that the war was not yet won.
"This should be a good lesson for you, that you are not all powerful, and that you cannot rely solely on your gijinka abilities," his words held the wisdom of one that had been down the path of power himself. Granted, he learned what true power was long ago, he had been around enough years for that. "The first thing you should learn, is that attitude of yours need to go, if you hope to fight on par with warriors of experience," a smirk of mischief playing on his lips, as he turned, and moved to lean against the tree once more.
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Post by Cori on Mar 18, 2012 21:47:50 GMT -5
WILD STUNKY APPEARED! [/style]   Stunky|| Male || Aftermath || Poison/Dark || Level 7
Scratch || Focus Energy || Poison Gas || Fury Swipes While the frightening, blond-haired might not have been giving the other human much attention anymore, there was definitely something nearby that was all ears. That something just so happened to be quite inhuman and decidedly more stinky than even the bums you found loitering in the gutter from time to time. The Stunky crouched in the shadows of the ruined, dingy trees farthest from the Dragonite gijinka’s rampage, too afraid to get any closer. But the other human was less frightening than the first, despite his mastery of the blade. And the advice he was speaking to the other, though likely ignored, was a comfort to the Stunky’s twitching ears. Other Pokémon thought him a coward, a stinking, smelly coward, and picked on him for this fact when their noses could stand his smell. Hell, even his stench was half-assed compared to some others of his kind, so he couldn’t even really be a smelly loser properly. He’d been beaten in the past. His body was covered in scratches and small scars from the encounters he managed to scramble away from, of the few fights he actually managed to win. As a fighter, he had little going for him; really, his only talent was being able to understand humans well, and that did not help you out very much on the battlefield unless you had a trainer.
And yet while he was frustrated that he so rarely won, the man was right, he thought. If you lose a fight and survive you should be grateful for surviving rather than bemoaning your loss. That fact alone was enough to give him a little hope to keep going on. The rest of what the man said earlier, about Team Rocket and reputations and such went right over the Stunky’s head, but he still wanted to listen to him anyway, curious as to whether he would have any more advice. Carefully, the purple-furred skunk Pokémon inched forward a bit from his hiding place, not wanting to attract attention to himself - which failed miserably when he accidentally stepped on one of the splinters littering the ground and let out a pained yelp, one sure to attract the unwanted attention he was hoping to avoid. “Stun!”
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Post by wilhelm on Mar 23, 2012 15:12:00 GMT -5
It seemed that Solo had decided to leave in his fury, sighing, Wilhelm was worried that it would lead to his own end. It was why he often tried to keep Oliver's anger in check as well, he did not want to see such young ones ending their lives so quickly. He would need to have a talk with him, if he met up with him once more. Of course, his thoughts were shortly interrupted by the sudden squeaking of something nearby. Turning his attention, he saw the little creature that had been listening in, and seemed rather scared at the moment, which wasn't surprising in the least to him.
"Fear not, little one, you're safe now," he spoke softly, approaching at a slow pace. He leaned down, the noise it made suggested it was in pain, so he went to try looking the Stunky over. "It doesn't look like you were caught by one of Solo's attacks. Are you alright?" he asked, a gentle tone towards the small pokemon. He had no intention of harming it, there would be no purpose in doing so. He reached his hand towards it, in a gesture trying to suggest that he might want to pet the little guy.
"Are you hungry?" if it was, he could always share some of the food he brought with. He also had pokemon food, usually to feed the wild ones after he trained. He didn't need to capture pokemon to treat them kindly, he was raised to believe that all life was equal.
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Post by Cori on Mar 27, 2012 14:11:26 GMT -5
WILD STUNKY APPEARED! [/style] Stunky|| Male || Aftermath || Poison/Dark || Level 7
Scratch || Focus Energy || Poison Gas || Fury Swipes The Stunky flinched back at first as the human approached him, but he stopped himself before he could turn tail and flee completely. This human did not seem like a bad person from what he overheard of his conversation, especially when compared to his angrier comrade who had thankfully departed. And the way he spoke, softly and calmly, soothed the poison-type’s nerves. He did not smell like one either, despite the fact that there was definitely something odd about him, which was enough to ease Stunky’s nerves. Rather than making a run for it, the skunk Pokémon decided to trust him. Slowly, he lifted his front right paw and turned it over, not really wanting to see the damage himself - wounds always seemed more serious if you looked at them, even little ones like splinters. Thankfully, this did not seem to be very serious at all: the shattered piece of wood fell from his paw even as he lifted it, and though a few flecks of blood stained the skin around the tiny puncture wound on his paw pad, it was not nearly as bad as some of the injuries he’d gotten in the past. In the end, he squeaked more out of surprises at the sudden sting than because it was all that painful. How humiliating. Quickly, he lifted the foot to his mouth and licked the pad clean, much like a cat might in a similar situation to dismiss any notions that they might be scared or embarrassed. He was ashamed of his weakness, but no one else really needed to know this. He would just brush it off and worry about it later, as he did with insults and in fights until he was alone.
When the man reached down to pet him, the Stunky paused for a moment to sniff at his hand in caution, uncertain for but a moment before he gave a small, appreciative grunt and butted his head against Wilhelm’s palm in a catlike manner. He was sure now that the man meant no harm - if he did, he would not have made sure that he was all right unless he were some sort of trickster intent on dropping his guard for the sake of attacking him, which was highly unlikely. The other man from before might have been cruel enough to pull a trick like that, but he did not feel threatened by this pale-haired Rocket. As the offer of food, his ears twitched slightly; he was not starving in the least, not when a poison-type like himself could root through the garbage and eat almost anything, but the thought of something potentially fresh instead was tempting so he bobbed his purple and tan head in reply, nose quivering as he tried to pick up any food-born scents.
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Post by wilhelm on Apr 12, 2012 12:30:01 GMT -5
Watching the creature with sympathy, he watched as it licked his paw from the wound. It was not severe, but probably should be looked at nonetheless. He didn't want the poor creature to suffer needlessly, but he couldn't think of what to do for the poor creature. He smiled when it nuzzled against his hand, allowing him to pet it. His fingers gently reaching to scratch lightly behind its ears, he figured all animals enjoyed that, since not many could reach there themselves. It was worth a shot at least, if it wasn't the same, he could figure something else out for it as well.
When it nodded for food, he reached into his pouch, and took out some fresh pokemon food he had. Offering his hand out with the small bits of food, he would let the stunky take them as it wanted. "Is it good? I made it myself, so it's not quite like regular pokemon food," he smiled, wondering if he had made the food good tasting for the creature. He had been taking a few cooking lessons, but never really had the opportunity to have someone taste it before now.
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Post by Cori on Apr 15, 2012 21:47:40 GMT -5
WILD STUNKY APPEARED! [/style] Stunky|| Male || Aftermath || Poison/Dark || Level 7
Scratch || Focus Energy || Poison Gas || Fury Swipes A low rumble of satisfaction reverberated from the Stunky’s chest as Wilhelm scratched the area behind his ears. The sound was not quite a purr in the usual sense of the world; his species were semi-feline, that was true enough, but definitely not catlike enough to be grouped with the Meowth, Skitty, Glameow, and Purrloin evolutionary families. This noise was a lot closer to a growl, but obviously pleased rather than angry at the Rocket’s attentions. Instinct warned the poison-type not to be too friendly around someone he just met - comforting or not - but the skunk-like creature could not help but tilt his head into the soothing scratches. Of course the man would probably pay for that kindness later when his hand stank like a gutter-dwelling Stunky (a scent which ranked right up there on the stinkiness chart alongside Weezing fumes, Muk stench, and Gloom extract), but at least the smell was mild compared to some of the others of his kind.
Eventually, though, the Absol gijinka withdrew his hand and the purple-furred creature gave a short snort of disappointment. Or, at least, that was until the scent of fresh food hit his nostrils. The Stunky’s naturally narrowed eyes widened a bit at the tantalizing aroma, so unlike anything else he’d come across before. Being a partial poison type there was no reason for him to worry about any toxins lingering in the food, not that this human seemed like the type to poison random Pokémon off the street out of spite as some local punks were prone to doing, and so after a curious sniff at the offered morsels he took a quick bite. And then another, followed by yet another as he tried to understand the flavor. It was strange, admittedly, but it was much better than his usual fare which often tasted like licking the inside of a trash can. Then again, that was where he found most of his food in the first place, so what did he expect? Again, a rumbling not-quite-purr escaped the Stunky as he ate until the man’s hand was bare save for a few lingering crumbs that the creature quickly licked up in a plain enough sign that he did indeed think the food was good, despite being fairly ignorant as to what most perceived as good-tasting. Finished, he rubbed his cheek against the man’s hand once more in thanks, completely at ease in his presence.
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Post by wilhelm on Apr 30, 2012 20:21:30 GMT -5
With the stunky seemingly happy with the fact that it had food now, and seemed relaxed. He wondered if it would be willing to come with him, as he would be interested in having a pokemon like it. Offering his hand to pet it once more, he was contemplating asking it. A lot of pokemon preferred their freedom, and he would not want to make a choice against one thing or the other. Closing his eyes for a moment, he turned towards the creature, and looked at it for a moment.
"Would you care to come with me?" he asked it directly, but there was more to it than just the offer as well. "You don't need to feel pressure, if you don't want to come, that's fine. I can come by every week and leave a container of food for you," he figured it would be something he could do for the little stunky. It would at least give it the option to choose for itself, either way it wouldn't need to consider the food. It would just need to decide with what it felt was the right choice, and honestly, that was all he could do for it.
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Post by Cori on May 4, 2012 8:29:49 GMT -5
WILD STUNKY APPEARED! [/style] Stunky|| Male || Aftermath || Poison/Dark || Level 7
Scratch || Focus Energy || Poison Gas || Fury Swipes The Stunky let his eyes droop further, turning them into slits in pleasure from the petting. How strange that one single human could be more comfortable to be around than nearly all of the other wild Pokémon the poison-type had ever met. Perhaps it had something to do with the man’s kindness, or the simple fact that he didn’t either taunt him or attack him on sight. But whatever the reason, the fact remained that he was soothed by Wilhelm’s presence, his stomach full and the air around him calm - if not a bit foul-smelling thanks to his natural Stunky stink. If there were other humans out there like Wilhelm, he could see why so many Pokémon were content to be trained. It probably wouldn’t be such a bad life, living with a trainer like that, and he could get stronger in the meantime....
When the Rocket spoke, it was like he was reading the purple Pokémon’s thoughts, catching the Stunky’s attention in a snap; he raised his head to stare at Wilhelm, eyes widening at the Absol gijinka’s offer. He looked rather comical like that with his already chubby cheeks puffed out, his lower jaw dropped, and his squinty eyes as wide as they could go, but it didn’t last very long before he dropped the expression in a typically catlike manner, trying not to appear too eager. Again, it was rather strange that the partial dark-type possessed so many feline habits, being more skunklike than catlike, but that was just the way he was. He looked down at his paws in mock-thought, putting on a show of considering the offer when his mind was already made up the moment Wilhelm asked. After a moment - just long enough to appease what little pride he had - the Stunky glanced back up at the trainer (his soon!) and nodded, his large head bobbing up and down in firm agreement, his voice excited when he finally spoke up. “Stun stun!”
STUNKY IS WILLING TO GO WITH WILHELM! HE CAN NOW BE CAPTURED!
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Post by wilhelm on May 16, 2012 23:52:51 GMT -5
The stunky seemed happy by the prospect of coming with him, so he reached into his pack, taking out a pokeball. Holding it to the little poison type, "Alright, then I'll let you be the one to enter the pokeball." The absol gijinka, holding it out for the little guy, he wouldn't force him to do anything, rather let him do it himself. To show he thought of the pokemon as an equal, and that it would be able to choose what it wanted to do.
He wasn't the type to raise pokemon to be servants, they were his friends and they were treated equally. That was how he ran his teams, they all were equal, and they all worked together in someway. Whether it be supportive or what have you, so this was his way of starting that with the stunky.
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Post by Cori on May 18, 2012 14:31:34 GMT -5
WILD STUNKY APPEARED! [/style] Stunky|| Male || Aftermath || Poison/Dark || Level 7
Scratch || Focus Energy || Poison Gas || Fury Swipes An appreciative rumble escaped the Stunky’s throat as he wagged his tail - what, now he was picking up canine habits? - before inching his head forward to press the center of the pokéball in Wilhelm’s waiting hand. For a moment, he wondered if he would regret this hastily-made decision later, but as a wave of bright red light engulfed him from inside the beckoning sphere he felt any lingering anxiety ebb away, leaving only a strange, warm excitement in its place. Yes, he was certain now that he had found somewhere he could belong.
Soon enough, the light dimmed and the pokéball snapped shut, leaving only a slight lingering odor in the already polluted air and a few pawprints on the ground as proof that the poison-type was even there in the first place.
STUNKY WAS CAPTURED!
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Ice Fang || Fire Fang || Thunder Fang || Tackle || Scary Face || Tail Whip || Charm Of course, the creature watching this whole exchange knew better than to think such things. He’d had his eyes on this pair since they first started “talking,” or perhaps even some time before, and he was glad to see the poison-type finally disappear into the pokéball, leaving him free to observe the Absol gijinka. Much like the Stunky, this onlooker was also an outcast of sorts down here in the jungle, but for entirely different reasons. Rather than for his personal shortcomings, other Pokémon living in the slums tended to write him off as harmless simply because of his species - a thought that made the pug-faced creature’s stomach churn in disgust.Still, it remained a fact of life that Snubbull weren’t the most threatening-looking Pokémon out there and while he had the face of a thug, it was hard for anyone to take him seriously as a foe with his pink body, covered here and there in baby-blue polka dots. Rather than looking like the vicious warrior he thought himself to be (whether this was true or not was up for debate), his physical appearance could best be summed up by a phrase used primarily by young girls with odd tastes: “so ugly it’s cute.”
Cute. Arceus, how he hated that word so often slung at him as an insult. He was not cute, damn it all! He was a fierce fighter who’d earned his place down here, and he had the scars to show it, littering his deceptively pink body like stitches on a freakish-looking stuffed animal. How was that cute?
Growling to himself in indignation, the Snubbull turned his attention away from such annoying thoughts and back to the white-haired man. Unlike the Stunky, he wasn’t looking to the human for words of comfort, but as a possible way to test his strength. What better way was there to prove that he wasn’t a weakling - wasn’t cute - than by attacking such an obviously gifted opponent? Win or lose, just charging the man took more guts than any of the other pansies hanging around here had, or so he reasoned.
Opening his bulldog-like mouth to reveal a set of vicious looking teeth that glowed bright yellow in the dim light of The Jungle, the Snubbull charged, leaping at the Rocket with a Thunder Fang attack. There was absolutely no way he was going to let this opportunity to test himself slip on by!
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