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| Topic Started: Mar 18 2007, 12:25 PM (923 Views) | ||
| Fordy | Mar 18 2007, 12:25 PM Post #1 | |
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The end of an era. That's what it was. The team of Tim, Cynder, and Bellsprout would not return to the Hillmoss Grasslands for some time. They were now in unfamiliar territory, an experience none of them had been in for awhile. Oh well. Time for them to get moving, if they had any hope to reach Corporcana. "We're here guys." Tim sighed, as the group entered the Lorenzian Wildlands. There was already a immense difference from anywhere else they had traveled. The size of the grass here was insane! "Cyn quil?" Cynder asked, in pure astonishment. How in the world could grass ever get this high? "Well, I guess if it is left alone long enough." Tim guessed. Bellsprout's head bobbed up and down enthusiastically, agreeing. "If a grass Pokemon agrees with you, then you must be right." Tim thought. "Cyn, quil quil cyn quil?" Queried Cynder. Where too, captain? "Well, according to my PokeTech..." Tim trailed. "We should head this way." Tim pointed slightly south of the way they were headed. "This will take us to Lorenzo, where we can take a pit-stop before continuing to Felcrest." "Bell sprout." Bellsprout decided confidently. It was a plan. The group began walking, if you could call it that. It was more of a stumble as they tried to push the grass down and step over it. Eventually, Cynder gave up and climbed onto Tim's shoulder. Bellsprout was fine though, and just shrunk the grass down infront of himself. Must be cool to be a grass Pokemon. (4 foot tall grass, heading to Lorenzo.) |
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| Jolt | Mar 20 2007, 07:54 AM Post #2 | |
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No. Being a grass pokemon sucks ass. The grass was tall. Yea. It tickled your nose as you walked through, giving you the feeling that you had to sneeze. But you didn't. It was a good thing too, because a place like this provided you with sufficient cover from wild pokemon, allowing you to get closer to them before they spotted you. One in particular was a gray dog. It was an ugly little bastard... ![]() ![]() level 8 16/16 *doesn't see you* |
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | ||
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| Fordy | Mar 20 2007, 01:31 PM Post #3 | |
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Tim strode through the tall, tall grass. After a few minutes, a welcomed site met his eyes. A Poochyena, and it was just blindly stumbling through the plants and other foilage. Apparently, it hadn't noticed him. A perfect chance for free experience. "Stop!" Tim spoke in a quiet voice, but it had a tone suggesting that he would must rather be yelling. The two companions of his ceased walking, bringing a silence down upon the group. "Bellsprout, shrink the grass with your... grass... power-thingy. Don't worry if you can't do it fast enough. Cynder, fire off a Swift in..." Tim glanced over the grass to see where the canine Pokemon was headed. "Right there." Tim pointed directly at the Poochyena. "Cyn." "Bell." The two sounds rang out in the silence. The two Pokemon sprang into postion, Bellsprout waving his arms about, and Cynder preparing to shoot off some bright, pointy star-shaped blasts. ![]() 12/12 ![]() ![]() 12/12 ![]() vs ![]() 16/16
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| Jolt | Mar 21 2007, 07:51 AM Post #4 | |
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What? Poochyena was oblivious to your presence, and was certainly in need of assistance. After all, it was now unknowingly fighting two pokemon. Bellsprout stalked the pup while Cyndaquil went on the offensive. Your fire mouse thing fired off several star-shaped objects, cutting through the grass on their way to the unsuspecting pup. Poochyena yelped and began to scamper off instinctively, but only managed to trip over its own feet. It was trying to run faster than its short stubby legs would carry it. Poor thing. ![]() level 6 12/12 ![]() level 6 12/12 vs ![]() level 8 12/16 |
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | ||
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| Fordy | Mar 25 2007, 12:32 PM Post #5 | |
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The stars flew gracefully through the dieing grass, each of the spiked bursts of energy cutting down the blade it hit a few feet. As Tim saw the stars collide with the surprised Poochyena, he was already issuing a new order to finish off the Pokemon. "Finish it guys! Bellsprout, use an Acid to kill the grass around the Poochyena, and do some damage too. Cynder, get running. Once you get close enough that you can't miss, end this with a Flamethrower." Tim decided upon. There were no questions asked as the pair of Pokemon jumped into postion. As Bellsprout opened his mouth, Cynder began running. The poisonious Acid flew overhead, about to come down on the Poochyena. Noticing the purple fluids over head, Cynder's firey muzzle exploded, the flames shooting through the air. The liquid and the fire seemed as though they were about to hit the terrified Poochyena at the same time. The two were in total synchronization. Scary. ![]() 12/12 -Flamethrower from up close- ![]() 12/12 -Acid- vs ![]() 12/16 |
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| Jolt | Mar 26 2007, 09:07 AM Post #6 | |
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Poochyena decided that it had little chance at escaping. The only thing left to do was to defend itself, and hope for the best. Cyndaquil erupted with a Flamethrower before the pooch could co much of anything, however, and was sent to the ground. The fire atatck burned the grass around the pup, as did Bellsprouts Acid attack. Poochyena was now covered in a purple ooze and felt hot from the fire. Gradually pulling itself to its feet, Poochyena lept towards Bellsprout with its jaws open. The pup clamped down on Bellsprout, trapping the grass/poison hybrid in its clutches. ![]() level 6 12/12 ![]() level 6 7/12 *in poochyenas mouth* vs ![]() level 8 4/16 *has Bellsprout captive in its mouth* |
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | ||
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| Fordy | Mar 26 2007, 01:20 PM Post #7 | |
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(Bleh, bad post) As the two attacks flew, Tim was beginning to walk off. He had assumed the combined attacks would be strong enough to easily defeat the pup. To Tim's great surprise, the pup not only survived, but it also managed an attack on Bellsprout! Thinking fast, Tim sprinted back to the battle site. "Bellsprout, use a Growth! Try and make yourself big enough that the Poochyena can't hold on anymore!" Tim blurted out. A struggled nod, and Bellsprout's figures began to expand. "Cynder! If the Growth isn't strong enough to finish that Poochyena off, end it with a Swift." Cynder's nod was much more noticeable, and she sat looking on, waiting for a moment to attack. ![]() 12/12 (Swift) ![]() 7/12 (Growth) vs ![]() 4/16 |
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| Jolt | Mar 27 2007, 08:16 AM Post #8 | |
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Being trapped, Bellsprout was slow to act. Cyndaquil, on the other hand, shot stars out from its mouth quite quickly, causing the pup to release your pokemon. Poochyena fell to the ground... not moving. NOW it is fee to walk away. Bellsprout and Cyndaquil get .7 each and stuff.
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | ||
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| Fordy | Mar 27 2007, 01:31 PM Post #9 | |
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Surprise flooded Tim as the Poochyena was defeated. Bellsprout didn't seem to have a very quick reaction time. He was supposed to escape before Cynder had to attack. It could have caused an injury. No matter. It would be fixed. "Well guys, good job. Let's get moving. Bellsprout, let's keep you safe until we can get you healed." Tim said, removing one of the red-and-white orbs from his pocket. Nodding, Bellsprout stepped carefully between the burning plant-life, and offered himself up. Tim tapped a button, and Bellsprout disappered in a quick flash of light. "Cyn quil cyn cyn?" Cynder questioned. Where were they headed now? It was always a popular question. "To the same place we started out going too. Lorenzo. Let's get moving." Tim hurried. He wanted to get to Lorenzo so they could get a quick rest, and be on the move again. Unbeknowst to his traveling companions, he had made a mental schedule, and he planned to stick too it. Only by hurrying could they make up lost time and be able to rest. "Come on Cynder." Tim ended. he broke into a quick sprint, leaving Cynder stumbling behind. After a few moments, she jumped from the leafy fixtures and landed on Tim's constantly-ridden shoulder. Barely smirking, Tim continued running, as Cynder tried to match Tim's determintaion by staring straight ahead. (Four foot tall grass, heading to Lorenzo, passing straight to Lorenzo.) |
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| Jolt | Mar 28 2007, 09:57 AM Post #10 | |
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'Hold it right there!' A voice beckoned form behind you. It was a male voice, so the hopes of running in to a halk-naked woman in the grass was out of the question. Turning to see what was happening, you spot a man... who was quite normal looking. He wore blue jeans, a white tank top (wifebeater), and white sneakers. There were random grass stains here and there as well. 'I saw what you just did. You hurt the environment by setting the grass here on fire, and dousing poison on it! You think I am going to let you get away with that? You have another thing coming bucko!' It seems you had a fight on your hands... whether you wanted it or not. NPC: Fred the Tree Hugger |
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| Fordy | Mar 28 2007, 01:33 PM Post #11 | |
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The troup was had taken only a few steps until a rude interruption rang out in their ears. "Hold it right there!" A hardened voice exclaimed. "You hurt the environment by setting the grass here on fire, and dousing poison on it! You think I am going to let you get away with that? You have another thing coming bucko!" An ugly memory reared inside Tim's head of his last battle with a nature-creepy-loving person. A quick shake of his head, and Tim knew he had to avoid this. "Cynder, we have no time for this. Use a Flamethrower on him, now. We have much more important things to do." Tim ordered, in a low whisper barely audible to those more than a foot away. Luckily, Cynder's chosen perch of Tim's shoulder allowed her to hear it loud and clear. Upon hearing the words, Cynder's face was immediately filled with a mixture of extreme surprise, disgust, and a little bit of fear. What in the world had happened to her trainer? "Cyn quil cyn cyn!" Cynder exclaimed. What did you just say? "I told you. Just do it. All of this is on me, we need to get out of here. If you won't I can release you here, and you may be eaten by any of the wild creatures. And don't think you'll be saving the delusional man either, Bellsprout will be happy to kill him." Tim muttered again. On the inside, he was flooded in astonishment at his own actions. But at the moment, he was in get-the-job-done mode, and nothing was going to slow them down. "Cyn... cyn." Cynder whimpered. She had no other choice. She jumped off of Tim's should, her fall cushioned by the plades of grass below. She glanced up at her victim, to see him wondering what the two were whispering about. She opened her mouth, astonishment flooding onto her enemy's face. The deadly flames welled up inside her throut, and flooded out of her mouth. It flew gracefully through the air, on a collision course with the tree hugger. ![]() 12/12 (Attacking man.) vs Human ??/?? |
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| Jolt | Mar 29 2007, 08:33 AM Post #12 | |
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O.O Cyndaquil gets 1 ![]() You get -2 for trying to fry a human being.Fred was hip to your little scheme. He had been watching you for quite a while. Still, commanding your Cyndaquil to set fire to him was a surprise. Acting on instinct alone, Fred lept to the right, diving into the grass. The Flamethrower continued forward, burning down even more grass. 'Watch it bucko! This field isn't your own private playground!' Fred shouted, raising to his feet. 'Me and you have a score to settle, right here, right now!' With a flick of the wrist, he released a pokemon into the grass... a Roselia. I would be careful if I were you... grass types were known to enduse status problems with their spores. 'We do battle... now!' ![]() level 6 12/12 vs ![]() level 9 18/18 |
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | ||
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| Fordy | Mar 30 2007, 01:39 PM Post #13 | |
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(Aww...) "Damn..." Was the only thought in Tim's skull as the Flamethrower that he had hoped would kill the man that stood fearful before him. Tim could detect that the man did not realise that blast was meant to kill him, though. From what he yelled after jumping to the side, it seemed as though he figured that Cynder wasn't much of a sharp-shooter. "Well, he doesn't know I meant to kill him. This could work..." Tim theorized. He then spoke aloud, "Cynder, use a Flamethrower on the Roselia." A slight look of relief flooded upon Cynder's face. She didn't have to attack the man, although there were some bonuses to being able to let your anger out in such a way. But it was sort of rude, to surprise someone like that. As these thoughts were in Cynder's head, Tim was removing a Pokeball from his pocket. He threw it to the ground, releasing Bellsprout in a flash of light. Slightly dazed from being released so soon after he thought he was going to get a nice rest, he stared questioningly up at Tim. "Bellsprout, you're going to enjoy this. You see that man?" Tim pointed out as his hand gestured at the man named Fred. Bellsprout quickly glanced at him, and immediately looked back at Tim. "Kill him. Run to him and use an Acid." An evil smirk danced across Bellsprout bulb-of-a head. Being born in raised in the Forest of Fury, where most Pokemon fought for food, he would enjoy this. The duo moved into position. Cynder jumped in front of Roselia, opening her mouth to smother the flower Pokemon. Behind her, Bellsprout ran at the man. From the beginnning, and at random intervals inbetween, he was spitting multiple liters of the poisonious fluids through the air and at the man. Each was destined to land like missiles, slamming on top of the man, or in the general area around him. Either way, the splash of the bombs would certainly be painful. Tim didn't even want to think about that part, after what he had seen it do to plants and other Pokemon. After thoughts quickly filled his mind. What if someone found out?"That was the big one. "No matter." He answered himself. He had confidence in his Pokemon. They could defeat any enemy. Plus, when they reached Lorenzo, they would be joined by Taillow. He was probably angry about being captured by a human, and would love to attack one. Reassured, Tim refocused on the battle. Should Bellsprout's attack not work, he would simply go at the man with his fists. He not only had faith in his Pokemon's power, but in his. ![]() 12/12 (Flamethrower on Roselia.) ![]() 7/12 (Acid on man.) vs ![]() 18/18 |
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| KJ Edge | Apr 1 2007, 06:36 AM Post #14 | |
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The roselia saw the flame thrower coming because thats what youd expect of a fire type pokemon facing a grass type. The cyndaquil jumped in front of her, and she leap backwards lightly, riding a wave of hot air expelled along with Cynders unwieldy gout of fire out of harms way. Shed dodged a bullet (figuratively speaking) but had foregone a chance to attack the cyndaquil directly in avoiding her own demise. Then there was the bellsprout, whod apparently enjoy killing a person since it was used to fighting other pokemon for food in a forest. Huh what? Anyway The would-be killer didnt have much luck with his latest attempt at murder. Fred was kinda standing right there, and even with the indignation he felt at the careless destruction of the environment, he heard quite plainly what this boy Tim was trying to do. He didnt need a third time to know just how serious (if misguided) this vicious trainer was being. The bellsprout ran at the man, all blazing with glory, and fired acid. He tried to throw up liters and liters of the stuff, but he was more or less just a sapling and hardly had enough acid in him to fire off more than a couple of globs. Already having displayed some keen instincts and quick reactions (he dodged a flame thrower on instinct alone just a few moment ago) the killer acid was easy enough to avoid for the nature loving Fred. Grass sizzled in patches around him, and that just irritated him a little more. The self-proclaimed tree hugger wasnt a push over. He was a normal looking guy, enthusiastic about conservation, and he often stood up to bulldozers and burly men who were also angry loggers with angry looking axes. This boy Tim, his eyes glinting with murder and immaturity, wasnt making Fred shake in his stylish yet affordable sneakers. But he was concerned. This boy, who couldve been no older than 16, was hell bent on murdering a stranger as if on whim. How much of a social misfit was this guy? It was obvious that Tim was in need of a few life lessons, but Fred wasnt going to be the one to teach them to him. He just strode briskly forward to the bellsprout (who was still reeling from his attempt at a monstrous barrage of acid bombs he mightve been more fit to perform when he grew a few more levels), and kicked it right in the head with his grass-stained sneakers. Over Tims shoulder the bellsprout flew, caught off guard by the treehuggers swiftness but not really harmed in a significant way (although his pride might have experienced slight bruising). The sprout needed to take a few moments being dizzy and disoriented on the ground before getting up. There seems to be a lot wrong with you, said Fred, having not even winced at the fact hed just kicked a flower like a football. (Hed have to think about how bad it made him feel later). He pointed a finger at Tim, who was no doubt going to advance on him soon with fists blazing. Youre trying to kill me. And youre none too subtle about it, bucko. Youve got issues that a nice aroma therapy bath with ocean oils wont even help. No, you can stop right there too. And Fred, who had produced a gun from his normal looking clothes in a very sleek way, frowned at Tim. Tim, like anybody, had the natural instincts to pause for even just a moment when he was faced with a firearm pointed directly at him. And a moment was all Fred needed. Because he fired, and the bullet had about six feet to travel, and it hit skin, and then bone almost immediately, and quarter of a second later it was lodged in Tims brain. The wanna-be-villain fell to his knees, then just fell over. The cyndaquil had a moment to be shocked, a moment to be angry, and then leapt at Fred. The gun was automatic, and in the moment before the fire-mouse could do any damage it was sharply dead. Smoke twisted away from the barrel of Freds weapon quietly, and the tree hugger looked down at the boy that was Tim with an air of disappointment. Some people are just too big a risk, he said to nobody in particular. He didnt even have an expression now. The environment is more important than people, and some people just need to stopped outright before they can do serious damage to it. Sorry, bucko. The roselia didnt seem phased and twirled around in the cool breeze as if softly dancing. Fred walked away and the waltzing rose followed him. He didnt kill the bellsprout of course, because that was the point of the whole thing. He was still going to protect plants, even if it meant kicking them in the head a few times. And so that was the end of Tim. Some kind of psycho, who would kill nobody now. The admin, tired of these random killer characters, made is so and it would stay so. -------------------- "No. We're not all a bunch of drunken louts. Some of us are sober louts." APL 18 Proffle here! |![]() ~ -.- Yeah okay so Tim isnt dead. None of that gun stuff actually happened. Its April first, in case you didnt catch on, but you probably did. Funny. Haha. Oh shut up. Fred didnt have a gun. Everything that happened before the gun appeared happen, the rest was all a joke. He just kicked the bellsprout out of earshot and gave Tim the stinkeye. Hes quite ready for fisticuffs if thats what it comes down to, and just to make it clear, Fred isnt full of fear and never was. He can certainly take care of himself. If he intends to protect the whole environment he had to make sure he could take care of himself first, obviously. Oh, and I didnt include stats in my post because I was trying to make the prank as unobvious as possible. Make sure you repeat the stats in your next post if you intend to keep battling. Adios! |
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| Fordy | Apr 1 2007, 12:53 PM Post #15 | |
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[Aww cwap. Guess I can't kill the guy...] Tim had hoped beyond hope that the man was going to be killed by Bellsprout's Acid. Unfourtunately, that was not the case. As unhappy as he was to give up, he knew that this man wasn't going to go down easily, and he didn't exactly have the time. "Okay, this is a waste of time." Tim thought. "Let's just take care of the Roselia, and then get out of here." Suddenly, much to Tim's surprise, Bellsprout flew over his shoulder, landing a couple of feet behind him. The man had kicked him! If this guy really was one of those nature guys, he wasn't a very good one. "Hey hey hey! What do you think you're doing!" Tim exclaimed. "Attacking a plant? You are seriously the worst tree-hugger I have ever seen." Tim wasn't happy about that development. "Cynder, use another Flamthrower on the Roselia." He added. Bellsprout came running back next to Tim, shouting, "Bell bell sprout bell!" He was okay, and ready to get back in the fight, kill the man, or whatever else he was needed for. "No, no. There's no point in killing this waste of space. Go use an Acid on the Roselia, and maybe you can go at the man if you want to, but after the battle." Tim commanded. Then he turned to the man. "So, kissed any good tree's lately?" He asked, trying to sound as conversational as he could. He was going to love trying to tick this guy off, wether he was attacked by him or not. ![]() 12/12 ![]() 7/12 {Did he take any damage from the kick?} vs ![]() 18/18 |
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| Jolt | Apr 2 2007, 08:59 AM Post #16 | |
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"So, kissed any good tree's lately?" 'Wha Wha Wha What!?!?' Fred was a Tree Hugger, not a Tree Kisser. Either way, the comment was completely uncalled for, and now you had an agry environmentalist to be concerned with. Fred didn't see a problem in handling Bellsprout at his leisure, but this Cyndaquil would prove to be more trouble than it was worth. 'Roselia, use a Poison Sting!' Fred commanded angrily. He was obviously trying to take down your fire type little by little by poisoning it. So, Roselia shot a poison stinger thing from its body towards Cyndaquil. It didn't get very far though. It was met with a Flamethrower, and burned in midair. The fire attack continued barreling towards Roselia, striking it hard, sending the grass type to the ground. To top things off, Bellsprout vommitted up somethign rancid, dousing Roselia in it. Gross. Roselia had been defeated by fire and vommit. Your duo gains 1 each. 'Blargh! You got lucky!' Fred was now irate... he probably had issues or something. He returned Roselia and released another pokemon to do battle. It was a rare one, a Leafeon, and it didn't look too happy you had kicked its partners ass. ![]() level 6 12/12 ![]() level 6 7/12 vs ![]() level 10 20/20 |
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| Fordy | Apr 2 2007, 01:52 PM Post #17 | |
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"Soorrryyy." Tim replied to man, in a sarcastic way. He was doing just what he had wanted to. Tick this man off. A Poison Sting flew through the air, and met Cynder's Flamethrower. The flames continued on, and combined with the Acid attack. The Roselia was charred and then dissolved in turn, and before you knew it, Cynder had grown a level. "Great job Cynder!" Tim encouraged. "You too Bellsprout!" He added. He turned to face Fred. "Your plants aren't exactly living up to all that hype." Fred clearly didn't like that either, and he continued to blather on about something else, before finally throwing out another Pokeball, this one containing the rare Leafeon. "How in the world did someone like YOU get a Leafeon?" Tim asked in disbelief. It seemed impossible that someone like this man could know how to pronounce Leafeon, let alone actually have one. Snapping out of the mini trance, Tim shouted, "Guys! Get ready, this will be a tough battle. Cynder, use a Flamethrower on it, quickly. If it uses an attack, try to hit it with the flames too. But everything you can behind it." That was Tim's first instruction. Cynder quickly jumped at the Pokemon. She was happy that her trainer seemed to be back to normal. Next, directed towards Bellsprout, Tim ordered, "Bellsprout, run at the Pokemon. While your running, use an Acid on it. After, try to throw yourself at it and use a Slam, or atleast a Tackle." Bellsprout, unlike Cynder, didn't even acknowladge that he had heard a word Tim had said. He immediately began running at Leafeon. It was more obvious than ever to Tim now that these two were compleately different beings, and Tim would have to start to paying more attention to that now. Even after scaring Cynder in such a way, Tim still cared deep down about his Pokemon, and to make up for everything, he was going to attempt to give even more individual attention to the two of them, and make them feel more at home on the team. ![]() Level 7 14/14 ![]() 7/12 vs ![]() 20/20 |
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| Jolt | Apr 2 2007, 02:11 PM Post #18 | |
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Contrary to belief, Fred DID have a Leafeon, and he DID know how to use it properly. All at once, the suns rays began to get hot... even moreson than ordinary. Leafeon had used its Sunny Day technique before you had even ordered your pokemon. Yes, the technique worked against Leafeon with Cyndaquil being on the field. However, if it was hit by Cyndaquils fre attacks, it may as well be fainted anyways. So, with its incredible speed, Leafeon seemingly disappeared. Where did it go? Behind Cynder, that's where. It commenced to Tackle your fire type from behind... such a low down and dirty trick. In any event, it worked, and Cynder fell to the ground. Bellsprout looked to its side and saw the grounded fire mouse hting, and immediately picked up on Leafeons position. While turning, it sprayed its Acid everywhere, kinda like a sprinkler... you know the type. Yet again the grass around the area was drenched, causing more damage, and making Fred more and more angry. Leafeon was hit, but barely. It sidestepped the Acid just before a full hit occurred. The leaping Bellsprout missed as well, landing on the ground (not in a bad way, but hitting nothing). This Leafoen had incredible speed... it only you could pin it down... ![]() level 7 7/14 ![]() level 6 7/12 vs ![]() level 10 16/20 Sunny Day 1/5 |
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| Fordy | Apr 2 2007, 04:02 PM Post #19 | |
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As the events folded out, multiple things were happening with Fred and Tim. Fred got angrier, although the succesful attacks must have made him a little happier. Tim, he got more and more worried, as Cynder's attacked missed, was then attacked herself, and Bellsprout only just managed to hit the Leafeon with his Acid attack. This battle was going the wrong way, and fast. Thinking fast, Tim had a new plan ready. "Cynder! This Leafeon is too fast for a Flamethrower! Use a Swift, and get it moving, quickly!" That was his first idea, of sorts. Trying to keep going with the flow of the battle, his next command was, "Bellsprout! Use a Growth on your arms, just like you did with that Sentret awhile back! After that, do whatever you can to grab that Leafeon! Wether or not you can get a hold of it, use another Acid!" Embarrased in their failure to defeat the Leafeon in a minute or too, something they had come accumstumed too, the pair set out with a new intensity. They were trying to make up for lost time now, and it showed with the determined looks on their faces. The duo sprang into action, Cynder jumping to face the Leafeon and quickly releasing the dart-like hunks of energy, and Bellsprout standing still, but focusing his energy onto his arms, causing them to grow to many times their normal length. Back on the sidelines, Tim continued his attempt to throw Fred off his game. More comments in the way of doing 'certain' things to trees and other plants, and a couple more remarks about the most likely way he had gotten his Leafeon to run away from things so fast. All thoughout, Tim was all smiles, as he always was when he made fun of and/or terrorized his victim's of the day. "If you can't jump out there and fight along side your Pokemon, you might as well do what you can with their trainer." That was the motto Tim liked to live by. ![]() 7/14 ![]() 7/12 vs ![]() 16/20 Sunny Day 1/5 |
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| Jolt | Apr 4 2007, 07:54 AM Post #20 | |
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That motto is ignorant. I promise. Cynder erupted with several tiny star shaped things, all aimed at Leafeon. There were too many of them to dodge, but the grass type sure as hell tried. The attack hit the Leafeon, sending it stumbling through the air, landing eventually on its feet. Quite nimble... Bellsprout used its Growth to trap the opponent in its clutches... rather, it tried to. Leafeon was still entirely too quick. Using its speed, Leafeon easily dodged Bellsprouts attack, making its way for Cyndaquil, yet again. 'Tackle the begeezus out of it!' It did, sending Cynder to the grassy ground. It was now a one on one battle, and would be interesting to see how things played out. Fred was growing noticeably more cocky and arrogant as his Leafeon ran circles around your pokemon. ![]() *KO* ![]() level 6 7/12 vs ![]() level 10 10/20 Sunny Day 2/5 |
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| Fordy | Apr 4 2007, 01:28 PM Post #21 | |
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(Sorry about the short post. I really can't do much more with what I'm trying to do in the post. Plus, my brain is bleh at the moment.) Cynder was fainted. This had never happened before. Tim's heart sank. Everything suddenly seemed hopeless. "Bellsprout... return." Tim said, the sadness resonating in his voice. He pointed a Pokeball in Bellsprout's direction, and he was absorbed in a flash of red light. "I... forfeit." Tim muttered unwillingly. "Sorry about all the shit I gave you, and for trying to kill you." Tim knew inside his head, that this was a crappy apology, and it in no way truely made up for everthing he had done to this man. "Good luck with protecting nature and all that." Tim ended. He silently and solemnly turned towards the direction of Lorenzo Town. He began walking, the grass crunching beneath his feet. |
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| Jolt | Apr 5 2007, 09:45 AM Post #22 | |
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The man was understandably surprised at your surrender. He had expected you to go out in a blaze of glory, fighting to the end. At any rate, the Tree Hugger had emerged victorious. He certainly wasn't a gracious winner either, as he began shouting about winning, and doing dances and things. It was all quite annoying. Anywho, your walking went on rather well. You weren't attacked by weirdos or anything like that, so be happy. -1 for "losing"
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| Fordy | Apr 5 2007, 01:42 PM Post #23 | |
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( Minus - I don't know where I am right now. Plus - My brain is back to normal.) Tim wasn't exactly happy with the man after he left. He was being a downright bad sport about everything, gloating in Tim's face and all that. Although it angered Tim, he decided that it was best for his tired Pokemon, the schedule, and almost more importantly, himself, to forget about the rude tree-hugger. Turning the other cheek, he began running faster. After awhile, he slowed to a stop. He was wondering just where he was. He removed his trusty PokeTech from his back-pocket, and flipped it open. After playing with the buttons for a couple of seconds, the screen changed, revealing a map of Opaddeka. After a few seconds of searching, he came across a GPS button. He pressed it, and a pretty blue screen appeared. On it were the words 'Loading, Please Wait', and then a small bar that repeatedly filled up, emptied, and filled up again. After watching this short animation for a few seconds, Tim decided that it looked as though there was some form of interference that was causing this locating process to be drawn out to the extent it had reached. He got bored. Yawn. He selected a small rock, and plopped down on it. He pulled out Bellsprout's Pokeball. A press of a button, and Bellsprout appeared. "Good job out there." Tim told him, curtly. He was beginning to feel that a gap was appearing between him and his Pokemon. While walking, they would mutter to each other in low voices. If Tim asked what they were talking about, they would deny that they had said a word. Tim knew that if the team wanted to be competitive, they would need to be much closer. Almost to the point where there would need to be absolutely no secrets, and they would need to be able tell what the other was thinking by sight. "Bell." Bellsprout replied. Thanks. A slight distaste was just noticable in his naturally soft, but forced firm, voice. "Oh no. He's not happy with me." Tim thought, disdainfully. Shaking off the unfourtunate news, he spoke aloud, "Your welcome. But there's one thing I want to ask. Are you happy with how I am treating you? Kind of like, how the team is going, right now? And do you think Cynder is?" "Bell... Sprout bell. Sprout bells bell sprout." Bellsprout answered. He, personally was okay with it. He liked the occasional bursts of freedom when he could do whatever he wanted. He also was thankful that Tim kept him in line. He was always that one kid in school that was always fighting with other students, or tutoring visiting trainers. The bully. About Cynder, though... Well, after the last battle with Fred, she was slightly worried about what was happening with Tim. She liked him better when he was a little nicer to people. "Oh no, just what I was hoping he wouldn't say..." Tim once again, thought. But, he couldn't do anything about it right now. Cynder was fainted, and resting peacefully inside her Pokeball. There was one thing that he could do to strengthen his relationship with his Pokemon. Make Bellsprout a little happier. A nickname outta do it. "So Bellsprout, how would you like a nickname, just like Cynder? OverGrowth perhaps?" Tim suggested. "Bellsprout!" Bellsprout blurted out in excitement. He was going to ask Tim for one soon, if Tim haden't stepped up to the plate. "Good, good. Can you say the name? Me and Cynder went through all of that. Although, Cynder doesn't say her nickname much." Tim questioned. "O... Ver, growth?" Bellsprout attempted. "Great!" Tim encouraged. It seemed that Bellsprout's vocal cords may just be a bit more developed than Cynder's in terms of the range of sounds they could produce. Tim also suspected that this name would not stick, just like they hadn't with Cynder. But the other way around. Tim wasn't too sure that they would ever get used to calling Bellsprout 'OverGrowth'. It didn't exactly roll off the tounge. But no matter. Bellsprout wa-... or OverGrowth, was happy, and that was all that truely mattered. PING! The PokeTech's tiny speakers exploded with noise. They had been located by what Tim guessed would be a large satellite up in space, looking down upon the citizens. Tim quickly fumbled with the tiny device as he picked it up off the ground, and looked at the screen. While doing so, he thought, "After this, let's close the distance to Lorenzo." Even after all this heart-to-heart buisness with Bellsprout, he had remembered that they were still on a mental schedule, and they needed to get to Lorenzo. (Edit: Spelling mistakes...) |
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| Jolt | Apr 6 2007, 07:58 AM Post #24 | |
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*You were in the 4 Foot Grass 2. Bellsprout gains 2 things.*Traveling through the overgrown grass, it was a little hard to see where the hell you were going. I mean, you can't see too far ahead of you. Luckily for you, you didn't need to. The grass abruptly stopped, and you found yourself now looking at buildings instead of foliage. I guess this is your destination... Reached: Lorenzo Town |
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| Fordy | Apr 6 2007, 09:30 AM Post #25 | |
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Back in the saddle. A phrase that didn't describe much of anything, but Tim thought that when you thought about for more than the fraction-of-a-second that it took to read it, that it was just what was going on with his team. They were back on the routes, a team again, and they had a new member. Back in the saddle they were. As they say in sports circles, they were in control of their own destiny. Tim and Bellsprout had been walking for a bit, but Tim came to an abrupt stop in a small clearing. "Let's get everyone out here. how 'bout it?" Tim asked Bellsprout. He was the only one that Tim had spoken to in awhile, so it was high-time someone else got out to stretch their legs. "Bell sprout growth bell." Bellsprout answered. There was no reason they shouldn't. Being that a confirmation was all that Tim was waiting for, he already had the red-and-white spheres in his hand. He dropped them to the ground, and Taillow and Cynder appeared in a flash of light. "Welcome back Cynder. And Taillow, welcome to he team. I know you'll love it here. Everyone else does. Right Cynder? Bellsprout?" Tim said. He was hoping that his two original Pokemon would pick up on the fact that Tim wanted to show Taillow a good time, and that they would agree with. This was a delicate stage after all. After basically kidnapping the bird that sat before him from its forest home, he would need to show it a good time, or it would never warm up to the team and become a productive member. "Cyn cyn!" "Bell sprout!" They did agree. Being on the team was one of the most enjoyable things that either of the two had done. Tim was thankful. He truely had no idea what Cynder would say, after the conversation he had had with Bellsprout before they had reached Lorenzo. "Taillll..." Taillow muttered disdainfully. After being humiliated by this team in his attempt to attack Bellsprout back in the forest, he took the posture of someone who was going to do everything he could to torture his captors. "Oh, don't be like that." Tim scolded. "I can assure you that you will come to love the team. You are going to be very important to us." "Tail." Taillow replied. Whatever. "Fine, fine. I've got an idea anyway. Is there anything you've ever wanted to do?" Tim was praying that Taillow would answer. If he did, this would be Tim's chance to impress the bird. But up until now, things weren't going much of anything like he had expected. "..." Taillow was silent. Tim's hopes sank. "Taill tail low." His hopes went flying! There was something that Taillow had never been able to do. To have... friends. He was the outcast back in the Forest of Fury. No one liked him. He was the type that would get picked on by Pokemon like Bellsprout in school back in the Forest of Fury. "Don't worry! You'll have plenty of friends here!" Tim assured. "Tail..." Taillow answered, digging his foot into the ground, as though he wanted to hide himself. He was, basically, making himself smaller, like he wanted to disappear. He had tried to make friends before, and it had never worked. He wasn't ready to try again so quickly, or atleast he thought. Surprise filled Taillow's mind as Bellsprout spoke. "Bell sprout bell bell bell!" I'll be your friend! To Taillow, Bellsprout was the type that would -never- be friends with him! Excitement quickly replaced the aforementioned surprise. Would he really make friends? "Tail tail?" Do you really mean it? "Bell!" Of course! "Tail!" Taillow was overjoyed. His wings were flapping about. "Cyn quil der cyn cyn!" Cynder butted in. Don't forget about me! I wanna be his friend too! "YES!" Tim screamed in his mind. Everything was going perfectly. Speaking aloud this time, Tim said, "Well Taillow, it looks like you've got some friends in us. We're headed to Felcrest. Let's get moving!" Soaking it all up, Taillow's smile stretched from ear-to-ear. He took flight at Tim's eye level, while Cynder and Bellsprout ran behind him. Tim was next to the trio, smiling to himself as he ran through the tall grass, brushing it to the side. (6 foot grass 1, heading to Felcrest via Pitfall Area and 4 foot grass 1.) |
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| Jolt | Apr 7 2007, 07:52 AM Post #26 | |
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This was so damned corny, I feel stupider for reading it xD. Taillow gets 2 heart things. Walking forward, you soon became caught up in the scenery. The grass towered over your own height, making seeing anything in front of you quite difficult. On the positive side though, any wild pokemon would have trouble seeing you approach them due to the same grass. All you would have to do was be quiet, and you should be able to get in some decent battling. In other words, tell the three musketeers to shut the hell up. |
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| Fordy | Apr 7 2007, 09:33 AM Post #27 | |
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The corny moment ended, as the group left the area of the small meeting. A thought floated to the surface of Tim's mind. "This is my best chance to get these guys some training. No Pokemon will be able to see us coming. We could wipe them out in one attack, and they will never know what hit them! This is perfect!" Although he was used to fighting in more open areas, this place was beginning to grow on Tim. To Tim, the place offered the best chance to strategize. With all this grass, the trio could easily destroy any Pokemon they found. They would just need a plan. Luckily, Tim was able to quickly form one. Tim stopped moving, and motioned to the team to move in. Whispering, Tim told them"Guys! I got an idea. Everyone will have a different job, okay?" Each team member was going to have to use their traits of sorts to get the plan to work. They only had one shot. "Okay. Taillow, you fly into the air. If you see a Pokemon, yell to us where it is. Cynder and Bellsprout, when Taillow yells, use a Flamethrower and a Acid. Respectively." Tim ordered, in an almost silent voice. Each of the team members was getting into position. Wanting to make a good impression with his new team, Taillow flew high into the sky, his trained eyes scouting the landscape. Cynder and Bellsprout readied themselves to attack as fast as they could of. They would not be able to see the enemy, so they would need to react quickly, so their attacks would go where Taillow points fast enough that they would be able to hit the enemy before it moved. Another thought met Tim's mind. When Taillow told them where the Pokemon they were going to attack was, they would have the element of surprise. It would be smart to utilize this before the enemy could get their bearings and figure out where they were. To make the best possible use of this, Taillow would need to help out in the attack. "Taillow! When you find the creature and tell us about it, attack it with an Aerial Ace!" Tim yelled, trying to keep his voice as low as he could. Sadly, he had to raise his voice. Taillow was to high up. Taillow barely glanced at Tim, but it was obvious that he had heard it. There was nothing else that Tim could do, so he stepped back to watch. ![]() 14/14 ![]() 12/12 ![]() 14/14 (All waiting to attack. |
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| Jolt | Apr 9 2007, 08:08 AM Post #28 | |
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Attacking is wonderful. If, of course, there is anything to attack. Sure, your plan was a complex one for pokemon to grasp, but it couldn't be carried out unless there was an actual pokemon to massacre. Taillow, being the natural hunter that it was, soon found something to gang up on. There was a Weedle crawling up a blade of grass... a very tall blade of grass. The bug was so light that it didn't even make the blade bend or collapse. Neat, huh? ![]() ![]() level 8 16/16 *minding its own business* |
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| Fordy | Apr 9 2007, 01:49 PM Post #29 | |
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As Taillow floated about in the air, searching for a target, his keen eyes spotted a tiny insect sitting upon a blade of grass. The bug was so small, that it didn't even bend the grass. With the was the light hit it, it made such a normally digusting creature look almost... majestic. Which, of course was not what bugs normally look like, especially when you happen to drop an ice cream cone onto the hot sidewalk and millions and millions of ants exit what seems like infinite amounts of miniscule holes in the ground, and surface. They then start to swarm over what is most likely a waffle cone that is attached to the bottom of the ice cream cone, which they don't seem to like. Strange, considering that it is probably ust as hard as the ground they left only a few short seconds ago. Then the ants reach the actual ice cream part of the ice cream cone. While some drown in the slow flow of the melting delight, others survive long enough to find a foot-hold to devour any of the delicious mixture they can reach. Unless, they don't like the flavor, which is unlikely. Even the creatures other than humans seem to enjoy just about any form of ice cream. Which, I have another intresting story of, about the time when I tried to feed my cousin's cat ice cream, to see if it would like it. But the cat freaked and jumped onto my cousin and started clawing about at his face. But there's really no point to talking about that. Either way, the aforementioned ants continue to eat the ice cream as though they've never seen food before in their short lives, but then... Okay. I'm getting off track. Back in the world of Opaddeka, instinct flooded in to Taillow's mind. A bug. Taillows eat bugs. A bug, sitting unguarded. Taillows were normally used to having to fight for their food. But, this chance was irresistible. Taillow tried to call to Tim and the others to tell them where the enemy was, but he couldn't. He darted forward with one flap of his well-trained wings. He caught a strong flow of air, and he glided along, heading straight at the bug. He was hungry, after all. Tim, who was just beggining to wonder what was taking Taillow so long, jumped so he could see over the grass. Taillow was darting down towards what Tim guessed to be the target. He ordered his Pokemon, "Attack!" Then, he pointed in the general direction of where he saw Taillow dive. Bellsprout and Cynder's surroundings exploded in activity, as flames and other acidic liquids of dangerous nature flew through the leafy fixtures before them, hopefully about to hit the unknown enemy of helpless sorts. ![]() 14/14 (Flamethrower) ![]() 12/12 (Acid) ![]() 14/14 (Aerial Ace/Attempting to eat Weedle, whichever comes first) vs. ![]() 16/16 |
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| Jolt | Apr 10 2007, 07:36 AM Post #30 | |
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xD Taillow was much faster than the other two pokemon you had with you at the moment. Needless to say, it swooped down and had first dibs on Weedle. Cyndaquil and Bellsprout had a bit of running to do before they got to the birds prey. But, by then, the "fight" was already over. There sat Taillow... full stomach, burping, with the needle from Weedles tail laying on the ground. The bug had been devoured... poor thing. The odd thing about Weedle, though, is that it has a mechanism that is kinda awesome. Poison courses through the small bugs body. So, of course when Taillow ate the thing, the substance was then released into the birds own bloodstream. Thats not good. Taillow gets 1.1 ![]() ![]() level 7 12/14 *poisoned* |
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| Fordy | Apr 11 2007, 01:42 PM Post #31 | |
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A shriek exploded from the Weedle's mout as Taillow devoured the poor, inoccent bug. Not like anyone cared. Either way, this alerted to the team back in the clearing that the Pokemon had been defeated. Tim told Cynder and Bellsprout to run to Taillow to find out what happened. The duo disappeared into the grass in front of them. After a couple seconds, Tim got tired of waiting and ran into the grass, to follow. At that moment, Cynder and Bellsprout turned to run back to tell Tim what had happened. So Cynder and Tim ran at eachother, like a train leaving Pittsburgh traveling east to Philadelphia at 65 miles an hour and a train leaving Philadelphia traveling west to Pittsburgh at 45 miles an hour. When will they collide? The question was quickly answered for everyone, as they ran into eachother exactly five feet from where Taillow was sitting, and about ten feet from the clearing. Now they would need to call paramedics. "Ow!" Rang out three times, as Bellsprout, Cynder, and Tim both ran into eachother. Standing up, Tim asked, "Okay, did Taillow beat the Weedle, or what?" "Cyn der quil cyn. Quil..." Cynder replied. He won, but... "But what?" "Bell sprout bell." Bellsprout finished. Taillow was poisoned. "Oh no..." Tim trailed. He scooped up both Cynder and Bellsprout, and went running to Taillow. Once he arrived, he could tell Taillow wasn't doing well. "Tail tail..." He muttered. He fell over. Tim pulled out a Pokeball and recalled him. Now an impasse arose. Should they return to Lorenzo, and be sure that Taillow would get healed, or try to make it to Felcrest? Tim shook his head. "Run! We're getting to Felcrest. Fast." Tim ordered. He broke into a sprint, heading straight at Felcrest. (6 foot grass 1, heading to Felcrest via Pitfall Area and 4 foot grass 1.) |
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| Jolt | Apr 12 2007, 08:27 AM Post #32 | |
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*For reference, you don't have to go to 4 Foot Grass 1 to get to Felcrest. The Pitfall Area is next to the city.* Taillow was in a bad way. It was poisoned, and you weren't exactly near your destination as of yet. Running past wild pokemon and random pokemon trainers sped up your trek, but not by much. After all, you were running through grass that stood 6 feet tall. Finally though, there was a clearing. The overgrown grass had ended, and now you in a field, much like the ones you had already been in. Sprinting towards your destination, you suddenly take a spill... rather, a dip... rather, a fall. The ground had collapsed under you, leaving you in a pit. It was pretty deep, we'll just say about 9 feet or so. Running through this place is obviously a bad idea. You better get out of here quick before Taillow succumbs to the poison. ![]() level 7 11/14 Obstacle: 9 foot deep pit Reached: Pitfall Area |
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| Fordy | Apr 12 2007, 01:45 PM Post #33 | |
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(Okay, let's go with that.) (OMG! I iz a mod!) (One more thing. Are my Pokemon in the hole with me? I'm gonna guess they would see me fall and stop, but I don't know.) It was quiet, running along and all that. Most people wouldn't say that, though, if they were watching from the side. The repeated sounds of footfalls and the ocassional stumble was actually rather noisy. But in terms of changes from running to anything else was quiet. It didn't happen, until Tim noticed the grass began to fall away. It shrunk down to the ground until it disappeared compleately. The mental celebrations of getting closer to Felcrest were, sadly, cut short by Tim falling straight into a hole. Oh, joy. "Guys, you gotta catch uhhhppppp!!!" Tim cried, as he fell straight into a hole. He crashed to the bottom in a heap. His Pokemon yelled out, but skidded to a stop at the foot of the pit. "Bellsprout?" Bellsprout exclaimed, in worry. Was Tim all right? "Ugh, yeah. I am." Tim responded. Thinking fast, he ordered, "Bellsprout, use a Growth and extend your arms! I'm gonna try to climb up them." Without so much as a nod, Bellsprout's arms began growing. Soon, they would reach Tim. Even though she wasn't asked, Cynder was preparing to act the hero. She had been noticing that Bellsprout and Taillow were getting a lot of attention, and like your average child, she wanted to impress her "parent" for more attention. She bent her knees, ready to dart out and grab onto Bellsprout, in case he couldn't pull Tim up. She felt a little disappointment when she saw Bellsprout weave his rooty legs into the ground, but she felt that she could still look good just by trying. (Bellsprout is using a Growth to extend his arms to Tim, and weaving his legs into the ground. Tim is waiting for the arms to reach him and climb up. Cynder is ready to help out if Bellsprout can't pull him up.) |
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| Jolt | Apr 13 2007, 08:24 AM Post #34 | |
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Bellsprout indeed was heroic. Maybe too much so. When you grabbed on to the grass types limbs, Bellsprout gradually began to scoot towards the hole. Your weight was too much for your small pokemon to support. Cynder lept into action, trying to reinforce the strugglign pokemon. It stillw asn't enough. After several seconds of struggling, both of your pokemon collapsed in the hole with you. Does that answer your question? ![]() 10/14 *poisoned* |
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| Fordy | Apr 13 2007, 01:44 PM Post #35 | |
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The plan seemed to be working perfectly, as Tim was slowly inching up the wall. After a few seconds, he thought he was going to be able to reach the top. He reached up, and saw Cynder spring forward and grab onto Bellsprout. Bellsprout started leaning forward, and BOOM! The three of them crashed back to the bottom of the dirt jail cell they were now ALL trapped in. Sighing, Tim muttered, "Good try anyway, guys..." The whole time, it seemed as though the plan would work, until the very end. The two Pokemon stared sadly at the ground, disappointed. Tim's mind was racing, all the while. He was formulating a new plan to get out of this pit. A new strategy formed, and he began to relay it to his partners. "Here's the new plan, guys. Let's try and level this wall out so we can walk up it like a ramp." Tim ordered. The Pokemon nodded, and began scraping at the walls. Tim quickly chipped in. Surprising everyone, Bellsprout used another Growth, this time focused on his legs. He carefully stepped out of the hole. He then started digging his roots into the ground. "Bellsprout, we already tryed to pull me out." Tim said. "It isn't going to work again." "Bell sprout bell!" Bellsprout exclaimed. He had a different idea. He was going to dig his roots into the ground, to loosen it. Then he would try to push it off the rest of the dirt. It sounded perfect. "Cyn quil!" Cynder agreed. It sounded okay. "Well, let's do it then." Tim gave in. He returned to pulling at the wall. Cynder jumped in too. Bellsprout continued to heave-ho with his legs and arms. This plan seemed much better. |
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| Jolt | Apr 14 2007, 08:06 AM Post #36 | |
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The roots began to push dirt into the hole. This was a long process, so I'll just skip to the good part, ok? After hat seeme dlike ages of waiting, a mound was finally loosened by Bellsprout. But, things took a turn for the worst. the dirt avalanche overcame the hole, burying you and Cynder. Well, not completely. There wasn't enough dirt to cover you fully (just about to your waist), and Cynder had hopped onto your head just before the dirt fell. It had reflexes. Yea. I suppose Bellsprout could use Growth again to get you unstuck? ![]() 9/14 *poisoned* |
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| Fordy | Apr 14 2007, 08:15 AM Post #37 | |
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One moment, things seemed fine. The next, Tim was buryed. Oh, joy. "Ahh!" Tim cried, as he was buryed from the waist up. Plus, Cynder was on his head. "Cynder, get off..." Tim muttered. He grabbed Cynder and set her down on the dirt. "Bell sprout!" Bellsprout yelled down from the top of the hole. Sorry! "Doesn't matter Bellsprout. Just get me out!" Tim answered. In response, Bellsprout jumped back into the hole, and grabbed onto Tim. And he pulled, too. Cynder tryed to help out by pulling as much dirt away from where Tim was stuck as possible. This, of course, couldn't go on for long without Tim forcibly growing a few inches, so Tim changed it up. "Ow... Geez. New plan guys. Dig the dirt around me out." Tim ordered. Cynder continued doing what she was doing, and now Bellsprout was focused on pulling out huge chunks of dirt with is roots. Tim thought, "Work this time please?" |
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| Jolt | Apr 15 2007, 11:54 AM Post #38 | |
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It worked. It took a while, but it worked. You were soon freed, and the hole you fell in to was almost completely filled with dirt. Your pokemon were quite filthy at this point. Playing in the dirt is fun, so they both get 1 each (not Taillow though). This area was scattered with holes just like that one, waiting to be occupied by a trainer. Be careful, or you will be in the same position. Who knows if you will be able to fight your way out again. Location: Pitfall Area |
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| Fordy | Apr 15 2007, 12:21 PM Post #39 | |
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Hip-hip, hooray. The team was out of the hole. Tim knew they had lost some serious time, though. Taillow's condition certainly couldn't have gotten better, at the least. "Come on guys, Taillow's probably in pain, and we're sitting here celebrating. let's get to Felcrest, on the double." Tim ordered, with a sense of urgency roughly concealed. "Bell sprout?" Bellsprout asked. How will we avoid the pits? "That's where you come in. Grow your roots into the ground, and spread them out across this area. Where ever they have to cross though empty space, tell Cynder. Then Cynder will use a Flamethrower on those spots, burning the ground. We'll know where all the holes are, and we can get through easily." Tim instructed. Finding a safe area, Bellsprout began digging his roots into the ground, and spreading them across the area. Cynder had climbed up on top of Tim's head, and was waiting for the signal to start burning the ground. (I'm acting under the impression that the holes are hidden, Team-Rocket style, I guess.) |
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| Jolt | Apr 15 2007, 12:39 PM Post #40 | |
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*They are. At least, that what I am seeing them as.* Your strategy seemed to be working for the most part. Bellsprout hadn't yet come across any hole though. Maybe there was just that single one? Not to be the bearer of bad news, but there are more holes. Hell, just a few feet in front of you was a hole, but it had already been exposed. 'Hello?! Anyone!?' A female voice emerged from the pit. It sounded pretty sexy, too. If you bothered to look in the hole, you would see a brunette standing there looking up towards the opening. She looked like she had been crying. There was no telling how long the woman had been in the hole. Her hair went down to the middle of her lower back, her sparkling green eyes glistening in the sun. 'Hey! Can you help me?' she asked seductively when she saw you. She didn't do this on purpose, it was her natural voice that was all sexy-sounding. |
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| Fordy | Apr 15 2007, 12:57 PM Post #41 | |
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After waiting awhile for Cynder and Bellsprout to mark some holes, Tim decided that this had gone on long enough. They needed to get moving. Tim motioned to the others, and they started running. "Hello?! Anyone!?" A voice rang out. Tim stopped running, and looked for the source of the voice. In a hole, he found a hot, but crying lady. "Hey! Can you help me?" She asked. Normally, Tim would have. But under the pressure of needing to get Taillow to Felcrest, Tim ignored her, laughing under his breath. He and the others began running again. |
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| Jolt | Apr 16 2007, 08:26 AM Post #42 | |
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That's so wrong. -2 ![]() Passing by the very attractive woman, you continued on your way through the pits, detecting and ousting them before they posed much of a problem. To prevent much of nothing from happening, I'll go ahea dand just do this. Reached: Felcrest |
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| Fordy | Aug 10 2007, 08:03 AM Post #43 | |
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.1 The grass towered all around Tim, but he didn't mind. Beyond this place, much better things waited. To spare her the trouble of trying to maneuver throughout the tall grass, Tim recalled Cynder, and, to the disdain of some unseen force that allowed Tim to progress, sprayed it all over himself. He began walking again, the shrieks of Pokemon as they got a whiff of the substance told Tim that it was working. Currently: 4 foot tall grass 2 Headed: Light Jungle, in the Steamswamp Jungle |
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| Jolt | Aug 11 2007, 07:32 AM Post #44 | |
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.2 With no chance of a wild being interrupting your trek (thanks to Repel), travel was quick and harmless. The grass was a bit difficult to get through, but all you had was time. Time... the essence of life and death. In this case, however, it was the essence of you getting form one place to another. As it passed, you passed through the grass, on to your next location. Reached: Light Jungle |
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| Fordy | Aug 11 2007, 07:36 AM Post #45 | |
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