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Storyline Continued; Me and Tyrgon
Topic Started: Jul 15 2007, 05:29 AM (180 Views)
Fordy
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ain't no new thing
.4

The land on this side of the mountain was rocky, and uneven. Unlike the other side, which was constantly hit by water that smoothed it out.

Your center of gravity was constantly changing as you shifted back and forth, trying to keep your balance on the constantly changing landscape.

Eventually, you couldn't stay up. One of the rocks you stepped on gave way, and you came crashing down. Then, you started rolling. Even though you weren't very far up the mountain, the land that you hit after falling off the mountain was sloped too.

You picked up speed quickly, there was soon no way that you would be able to stop yourself. You heard Tyr running after you, and felt vines smacking against you as he tried to stop you. But soon, you came to a stop on your own.

When you finally stood up, you found besides a few cuts and bruises, you were relatively unharmed. Lucky.

You also found that you were surrounded by fog. A thick fog. You were also soaking, and you realized how wet your feet were, they had sunk into the swampy Earth almost a full foot.

Not only that, Tyr was no where to be seen. But he was heard, as he cried out on occasion. You stumbled around blindly, but eventually your hands found his bulb. Then, you felt something pointy hit your hand, hard. You resisted the temptation to shout in pain, as blood oozed out.

You were close enough now to see what had done it, it was a Taillow. Not one Taillow, but three.
:taillow :ml
Lv. 10 20/20
x3
541 :lp
oh! sweet nuthin'
APL: 5
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Tyrgon
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Atirius cursed violently and jerked his hand back against the objection of his bruised shoulder. He glared at the stab, grinding his teeth. Enteis breath! Why is it always birds! His lips drew tight as he shifted his steely, blue-eyed gaze to the fork-tailed swallows.

Lets go, Tyr - sleep, double thick. His voice spread dangerously even. The well of anger at himself for the fall rolled, unnoticed, into his glare at the taillow.

Tyr snorted, sending a swirl into the thick fog hovering before his face. The air was thick; hed have to work at it. With a beat of muscles he danced and shook his bulb, spreading a billow of fine, white powder as wide as he was able. The idea was to blend it into the misty soup of fog; the size and color of the particulate matched the hovering water droplets.

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Tyr :ml Lvl. 8
:hp 16/16
:happiness = 8
Holding: :miracleseed Miracle Seed
~> Sleep powder + Sleep powder (as specified above)

Vs.

:taillow :ml
Lv. 10 20/20
x3
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Fordy
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ain't no new thing
.3
(My grade?)

The mist didn't help the spores carry to the birds, as you had hoped. Almost immediately after they left Tyr's bulb, they got wet, and too heavy to float through the air anymore. They fell straight down, and landed right on Tyr.

The liquid drops filled with spores quickly gathered on Tyr's back, effectively making a Sleeping Potion. Tyr had figured this out, and tipped sideways, and letting the pooled water slide onto the swampy valley floor.

The three birds prepared to attack, but mid-swoop, they stopped. A Pokemon was running towards you, and the jangling of the dog-tags hanging from its collar had scared the birds away.

It was a Meowth.
:meowth :ml
Lv. 10 20/20
(Running towards you)
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Tyrgon
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(.3 for the previous, .3 for the current. Sorry about that!)

Atirius had a particular fondness for felines. Aloof, lithe, keen. He smiled. Their way of being was agreeable to him independent to a fault. The only impetus for action was their own desire. And their physical attributes the twinge of motion through a whisker, a gleam across darkness-piercing eyes, the flick of an ear at a twig-snap, the wrinkle of the nose at the slightest draft of scent, the easy slide of retractable claws, and the hum of a purr. The trainers smile widened as he watched the approaching curl-tailed cats gait. It was time he actually caught a pokmon.

The clink of metal drew his glance and the young mans smile fell off. Atirius pursed his lips, trying to remember if the gypsys cat carried dog-tags. He snorted. What did that woman want with him? The trainer flared his nostrils, considering even if it wasnt hers, it was owned. What was it doing out in the fog? For that matter, where was its owner? His eyes narrowed, leerily searching the impenetrable wall of fog.

Tyr growled lowly what was the jangling hair-face doing interrupting his battle? He didnt like the wistful gaze his human shot the curl-tail either. Not one bit. The reptilian puffed himself and moved to stand next to his trainers mud-locked feet, sniffing the heavy air.
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Fordy
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(Not a problem!)

The Meowth drew near, staring carefully at you. It looked strange, like it was nervous or paranoid about something.

It stopped walking, and now it was so close that you could read the tags on its collar;

Sylvia Proestic

You had no idea who that was, but the handwriting was familiar... Wait. A handwritten dog tag? Well, it was obvious who this Meowth belonged to, now.

The cat bolted off, running as fast as it could. The faster it went, the more apparent that it was limping. You considered following it, but the fog was too thick, and it was gone in a moment.

Besides, you had more important things to do, right?
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Tyrgon
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(.2 :gexp)

What was that fat-fingered gypsy getting at? Atirius face hardened as he pursed his lips distastefully. Sylvia Proestic, eh? He noted the name, snapping his pen cap insolently in the direction of the cats retreat. What was she after? And why was the meowth nervy and limping? Something was afoot.

Tyr huffed contemptuously after the feline, pleased by the disappearance of the keen glint from his humans eye.

The pair schlepped wetly through the mud, hampered by the swampy earths unbridled, sticky affection. The trainer and his reptilian companion made their way northwest as best as they were able, looking to find more purchase in the Mounts rocky roots. Atirius kept an eye for slides, claw drags, and prints in the mucky earth as the blanket of fog walled them into a bubble of motion in the quiet of the valley.

Location: Western edge of Mist Valley?
Destination: Wind around the eastern foot of Mt. Fog en route to Lookout 4
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You were pleasantly surprised when the fog began to thin out quickly, soon disappearing all together. You now found yourself back at the foot of the mountain, and soon, you were winding your way around it.

The mountain was fairly small, it didn't take long to reach the side that looked out over the ocean. The actual 'lookout' was just a few yards away, and a couple minutes of running took care of that.

(Continue in Raviara Reef)
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