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| Topic Started: Apr 14 2008, 02:04 AM (1,176 Views) | ||
| llliterateGuy | Apr 14 2008, 02:04 AM Post #1 | |
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Coming here (Dry Grass 1) from the Shrublands 2 (Ruinlands)... --- It had been in Cryzanthum that Ronan had first encountered the Pokemon. It was a peculiar little creature, one that the boy had never seen before, although it was one of the few he had heard about. Its small white body gave it an almost ethereal appearance, and the green helmet with red horns made it look comical. The little thing had been tagging along behind a trainer, and was using its psychic powers to help move a large barrowful of building supplies. When his Pokedex informed him that the small creature was a Ralts, Ronan decided to go do some research. His previous experiences with the name Ralts came from long ago, when he had travelled with a small troupe, and one of his colleagues had been a psychic. The old woman had often spoken fondly of a Ralts that she had once owned, but the two had long since parted ways, after a rather unfortunate accident. She had said that the small white Pokemon was quite an adept psychic, and also had the unusual feature of being able to branch off into two different evolutions. This part in particular surprised Ronan, because at the time, he would never have imagined that such a thing was possible. After learning some more about the world of Pokemon, he had found that this was actually not a rare occurrence, although the majority of Pokemon only had one possible path that they could take. When Ronan had looked up the small Ralts creature, he discovered two things. One: that he really wanted one, no, two and to have both the female and male versions of the evolutions, and two: the adjacent Moordfelt Grasslands were a rather common sighting area for the white Psychic type.It wasn't even a serious detour from his original planned path, for his next destination had been Y'orek and the Blighted Plains down south anyway. The Grasslands were on en route. So here he was, stepping into the Moordfelt Grasslands, with a solid purpose in mind. He wanted to get himself a pair of those Ralts. A male and a female to cover the different evolutions that could result. Perhaps it would work better if he enlisted the help of Pudge, to search for those conspicuous red paddle pop sticks from the air. Throwing the pokeball into the air, Ronan told the bird what he was looking for. "Hey, Pudge, hopefully we won't be here for too long. Just enough to get two Ralts. Scour the air and see if you can spot any. Look for something white with red things sticking out of its head." --- Moving slowly through area, searching for Ralts. |
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| Jolt | Apr 16 2008, 09:27 AM Post #2 | |
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.3 Things in these grasslands werent what you would be led to believe. The grass was dry, signalling that there had been no rain, and that there was sparce life around these parts. This was not the case, however, as you overheard a pair of pokemon snickering and playing. Two Ralts maybe? You couldn't be so lucky. No, it was two felines. Meowth abd Glameow were having a go of it in the grass, rolling around in a playful manner. They had tuned out the rest of the world... if they hadn't, then they would have fled when they saw you. ![]() ![]() level 25 50/50 ![]() ![]() level 25 50/50 |
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| llliterateGuy | Apr 17 2008, 04:02 AM Post #3 | |
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(0.1) How unfortunate. It was just a pair of strange cats, doing stranger things to each other. Ronan wasn't particularly interested in what they were doing; it looked fun and all, but he could care less at this point. He was on his way down to the Blighted Plains, as part of his what would be his first official assignment since he had joined the DC, as they liked to call themselves, and he would rather not spend too long in the grasslands if he could help it. Somehow the Blighted Plains sounded like a much more interesting area to explore. Maybe the sense of taintedness the name carried was the main factor. Who knew... Ronan decided to ignore the two cats for now, and to continue on his way. They looked quite absorbed in what they were doing, and disturbing them could have disastrous consequences. Cats could be quite tempermental creatures, it was why people referred to a conflict between tempermental women a 'catfight', was it not? Walking past the playful cats, he signalled to the circling bird above to ignore them, and continued onwards on his search for those white Pokemon. --- Looking for Ralts... |
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| Jolt | Apr 18 2008, 02:51 AM Post #4 | |
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.2 The felines continued to roll around in the grass, enjoying life and everything it had to offer them. Then, they were run over by an angry bull.Tauros had stampeded over them without blinking. He was furious at the show of love and happiness the kittens were showing. How dare they!? Tauros twitche dits head around, trying to find somethign else to pillage. Unfortunately, you were the only thing in its line of sight. So... prepare to be pillaged! ![]() ![]() level 30 60/60 *RAWR!* |
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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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| llliterateGuy | Apr 18 2008, 04:42 AM Post #5 | |
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(0.1) With a loud roar, something came Ronan's way. It took a while to recognise what the heck it was, because well, it was hard to see with all the smoke it was kicking up. He only knew what it was because his Pokedex piped up from the pocket in which it resided, telling him about the creature heading his way. It pretty much bulldozed the two playing cats, surprising the boy, because well, he didn't think that cows were so aggressive towards cats. I guess he knew less about the habits of rampant bovines than he thought he knew. However, the reasons for the Tauros' attack on the two kitties didn't really matter, because more important matters were at hand now. Like avoiding the raging bull that had decided that Ronan was his next target. "Grotle! Natique!" he called as he opened both their Pokeballs to reveal a green turtle with a bush on her shell and a flopping fish. That latter looked rather helpless, but she would get into it soon enough. "Grotle, we need to try and stop that thing. Leech Seed it to tangle up its legs a bit. Then use Razor Leaf to try and slow it down. Natique, get into the air then use Water Gun to blast the Tauros back." --- Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 Lv 22 ![]() 44/44 VS Lv 30 ![]() 60/60 |
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| Jolt | Apr 18 2008, 05:37 AM Post #6 | |
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.2 The thig about bulls is that they are mean... and don't really need a reason why. If you wasted time searching for one, then you would end up getting the horns. But, you didn't. Instead, you sent out your two assassins to take down the threat. Tauros rampaged, and targeted your fish for lunch. The slippery fish took to the air, however, leaving the bull wanting. This was when your turtle used Leech Seed, tangling up the Tauros with vines and such. The angry bull attempted to charge at your Grotle, only to trip over its own feet, falling face first into the grass. Not only was Tauros embarassed, but it was hit with a Razor Leaf and Water Gun almost simultaneously. The big strong bull wans't too smart, it would seem, as it growled. It snorted, blowing up dirt and dust from the ground while pulling itself back to its feet. It began kicking the vines in an effort to remove them, but with little success. Now, it was really pissed. ![]() ![]() level 23 46/46 *attack -1* ![]() ![]() level 22 44/44 *attack -1* vs ![]() ![]() level 30 45/60 *Leech Seed'd* |
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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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| llliterateGuy | Apr 18 2008, 06:13 PM Post #7 | |
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(0.3) Good thing those vines had worked, trapping Tauros in its place. Unfortunately, that only seemed to serve to make him angrier, but well, as long as he was immobilised, he could get as angry as he wanted for all Ronan cared. "Grotle, use Curse and then Razor Leaf again." Crunch would perhaps be a better option in terms of damage, but given the aggression of that bull, it was probably better to stick with the ranged attacks. Hopefully they'd take it down before it broke free again. Natique fell the ground, whipping up a small whirlwind to send herself flying into the air again, waiting for her next orders. "Natique, use Rain Dance first, and then hit Tauros with Water Pulse!" In this environment Rain Dance wasn't as critical, but she still couldn't stay out of the water for that long without drying up, so she had to be rehydrated somehow, and Rain Dance was the perfect option for that. Not to mention she was far more agile in the rain and that her water attacks carried a bit more oomph to them as well. --- Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 (Atk -1) Lv 22 ![]() 45/45 (Atk -1, :hpev) VS Lv 30 ![]() 45/60 ~Leech Seed'd |
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| Jolt | Apr 18 2008, 07:51 PM Post #8 | |
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.2 Tauros' anger was building, and it was only a matter of time before the plant-like vines broke and it was free to run loose. Unfortunately, that time came much, much sooner than expected. The vines broke, and the bull immediately ran towards the small blue fish. Tauros was soon on top of things, using Stomp to pin Finneon on the ground. The sluggish turtle was slwo to respond, as it finally aided its teammate with a barrage of tiny razor-like leaves. The attack only seemed to anger teh bull even more, pressing down harder and harder upon the fish with each hit of the razor leaves. I would be careful abou thow you attack tauros, unless you didn't mind a squished goldfish. ![]() ![]() level 23 24/46 *under Tauros' foot* ![]() ![]() level 22 44/44 *attack +1, defense +1, speed -1* vs ![]() ![]() level 30 35/60 |
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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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| llliterateGuy | Apr 19 2008, 10:43 PM Post #9 | |
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(0.3) Ronan swore when the was forced under the foot of the large obnoxious bull creature. What was this? The brute would quite easily crush the fish, and short of physically knocking the large creature away, he didn't think there was anything he could really do about it. But Grotle wasn't that large herself, at least, not enough to send the Tauros flying easily, was there nothing else that he could do? But then he remembered. There was something. One of Natique's attacks, a rather peculiar attack that he had read about when he had been studying Natique's movepool in an attempt to see if she could cope with land battling. The Pokedex had described the curious effects of an attack known as U-turn, where the Pokemon would then switch out and be replaced by another. Then it hit him. That was the answer! It wouldn't do much as an damaging attack, but it would certainly get Natique out of her troublesome position. "Natique, use U-turn on the Tauros! Swap with Grotle!" From her close proximity, the attack couldn't possible be expected to do much damage, but the attack would replace the frail Finneon with the much sturdier Grotle. Given Grotle's size and hard shell, Tauros would find it much more difficult to crush her under his foot. "Grotle, use Curse again and then Crunch when Natique switches over to you." --- Lv 2245/45 (Atk +1, Def +1, Spd -1, +1) Lv 2324/46 -Under Tauros' foot- VS Lv 3035/60 |
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| Jolt | Apr 20 2008, 12:25 AM Post #10 | |
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.2 Tauros played with the choice to step fully on the fish, making a tuna salad for lunch. It grinned evily down upon the ensnared guppy, finally coming to a decision. It was a yes. Unfortunately for the bull, thinking took too long, and Finneonhad already begun its attack. Well... not really attack, more like its retreat. U-Turn was the name of the game, as the fish squirted a stream of water into the bulls eyes, causing enough of a distraction to give it room to bounce away from harm. Grotle was placed in the fishies place. It couldn't have come at a better time, either, as the enraged bull pressed his foot to the ground. It didn't move anywhere, however. Grotles shell was much, much harder than a fish, protecting it from most of the harm. Turtle-head, using its mighty jaws, Crunched down upon the closest body part of the bull; its leg. Now, the thing about bulls is that, although quite powerful, have pretty skrawny (sp?) legs. So... when met with a powerful attack like Crunch, the bull was forced to howl in pain, removing its foot from the Grotle. It scampered around in circles, tryig to walk straight, but could only whimper with each step it took. It would seem that the hunter was now the hunted. ![]() ![]() level 23 24/46 ![]() ![]() level 22 45/45 vs ![]() ![]() level 30 11/60 |
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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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| llliterateGuy | Apr 20 2008, 04:34 AM Post #11 | |
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(0.3) Grotle gave the opponent bull a smug look of satisfaction. It had been a while since she had had the pleasure of biting something without holding back, and boy did it feel good. It wasn't exactly a fetish, but dear Grotle certainly liked getting her teeth into things, quite literally. Biting was fun for the turtle, which was perhaps a point of concern, but it didn't seem to affect her mental health in anyway, shape or form. Ronan ran over to where Natique had reappeared, checking to see if the fish was too badly hurt to continue. She seemed alright, a bit shaken, but still quite able to battle, and probably more than willing to get her own back on the bull. "Natique, hit the Tauros with a Water Pulse, and Grotle, follow that up with another Razor Leaf if the bull doesn't fall." --- Lv 2324/46 Lv 2245/45 (Ark +2, Def +2, Sp -2, +1) - eh... I"m assuming it worked again...?VS Lv 3011/60 And... I'm assuming Rain Dance also worked..? o.o |
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| Jolt | Apr 20 2008, 03:19 PM Post #12 | |
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.2 Whimpering and carrying on, Tauros had lost its focus in the battle. That would be a mistake, naturally, Your two pokemon targeted the no-longer-rampaging bull with their attacks, forming s pulsating barrage of leaves. The end result, without getting too fancy, was an unconscious bull. .7 each
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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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| llliterateGuy | Apr 29 2008, 04:53 PM Post #13 | |
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(0.1) Finally, that roaring beast was taken down. Ronan recalled both his Pokemon, giving Natique's Pokeball a small pat before stowing it away. That was her first official battle since training to battle on land, and it had worked pretty damn well. He was quite pleased with her efforts, and it was obvious that she had managed to adapt really well to this foreign terrain. Ronan checked his Poketech again, making sure that he was still in the right area. Yep, grass all around, and the Poketech map systems told him that he was still in the Moorfeldt Grasslands, so he should stick around. Hopefully he would find that Pokemon soon, and if he was really lucky, he might be able to find a pair of them. Looking up, he saw that Pudge was still floating around, having watched the battle from the air. "Pudge, keep looking for Ralts. They shouldn't be too hard to find around here, so just keep an eye out for a red horn thing. That should be pretty easy to spot amongst all this grass." The bird gave an acknowledging caw and flew ahead of the trainer, eyeing the grass and the trees carefully, looking for that which his trainer had described. --- Searching for Ralts. Preferably two, at least one male. |
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| Kaizanu | Apr 29 2008, 05:17 PM Post #14 | |
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Gen.EXP; 0.2 --- No. You do not find Ralts yet. Good posts = Good pokemon. But hey! You've worked hard enough up until this point, so... Pudge spots something in the grass and alerts you to it. The little thing in the grass so happens to be a cute wittle Venonat. And it is a nice one at that. Offering a half-eaten berry to you, the Venonat is all welcoming. Lv. 20 40/40-Offering Berry; very friendly. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 8 2008, 06:33 AM Post #15 | |
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(0.1) A cute little Venonat indeed. Ronan was surprised; he had heard stories that this creature was able to scare people from a mile away with those humongous glowing red eyes. Yet, in the daytime, from a reasonable distance, and without any sort of eerie light in its eyes, it looked almost... normal. That was quite a surprise indeed. To add to this massive sandwich of surprises, the Venonat was also extending a half-eaten berry in a sign of friendship. The boy was quite ataken back, and not quite sure what to say in response. "Um... thanks...?" He reached out his hand for the berry, waiting for the Venonat to drop it in, rather than grabbing it from its reach. The bug might suddenly change its mind, and then things could get messy if he tried to yank the berry out of its grasp. A half-eaten berry was unlikely to have much of a use to him anyway. "Pudge, keep on searching for Ralts, I'm sure there have to be some around here." After directing the bird to continue the search, Ronan turned his attention back to the large bug before him. "Was that a nice berry? Are there others around here?" Berry trees weren't scarce in these parts, and somehow it was always the Pokemon that led him to them. They just had some sort of extra sensory abilities when it came to locating the fruits. Extrasensory... berry... Pokemon... eat... One of those small light bulbs came on in his mind, and he looked intently at the Venonat, unsure how likely his idea was to work. "Hey Venonat, did you get that berry off a tree or something? Is there one near to hear? Or a tree with honey or something?" Pokemon were naturally attracted to food, especially berries, it seemed. Honey was also good, but it depended on the tastes of individual Pokemon. Berries, he could testify to, had a variety of tastes, and different Pokemon seemed to prefer them over others. If there was an ample supply of berries nearby, then perhaps there was a chance that the Pokemon he was after would also congregate there? It was merely a slight chance, and based on many assumptions, but heck, the world operated in strange ways, and he might as well. There was no systematic way to scour the grasslands, and this search for Ralts would rely heavily upon the blessings of Lady Luck. He wondered if he should get Pudge to search for this berry source too, but perhaps it was better to leave the bird to his task. If Venonat was willing, and so far it had seemed jovial enough to comply with a request like this, then Ronan could go check out that area for himself, while Pudge continued his search. It would broaden their searching area, and increase the chance of success. Hopefully, anyway. It all came down to the Venonat's decision. What was its reply going to be? --- Searching for Ralts, preferably two, at least one male... |
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| Jolt | May 8 2008, 09:57 AM Post #16 | |
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.3 Venonat smiled and chirped a portion of its name. Waddling to a nearby hole in the ground, the bug motioned inside of it. If you bothered to inspect the crater, you would find several berries... all half-eaten, and mostly useless. Stupid bug. Pudge had more luck. Circling the skies, it searched for the Ralts you were searching for. A hi-pitched squawk got your attention, as the bird circled a small part of sky. Apparently ti had found what you had been looking for all this time. One would think, anyways. If you bothered to investigate, which I am assuming you would, the item found by your bird as indeed a Ralts. A pokedex would state that it was a male. But, there wa sonly just this one meandering through the grasslands. Act with caution... these critters have a tendency to teleport away at the firts sign of trouble. ![]() ![]() level 23 46/46 |
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| llliterateGuy | May 8 2008, 06:27 PM Post #17 | |
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(0.3) Ronan allowed himself a forced smile. A small one. Very tiny. Barely noticeable. Stupid bug. What was the point of half-eating all the berries? Either it was very selfish, or very dumb. Eating berries like that could only ensure that others wouldn't want to eat them, and it probably knew that full well. The trainer heard Pudge's call, and backed away, thankful to have something else to attend to now, so he wouldn't have to deal with this Venonat any longer. He moved towards the circling bird in the air, and in the grass, in front of him, he could just see something sticking out. A small white body, topped off with a green helmet and red paddle pop stick protruding from said helmet. It definitely looked like the Pokemon he was looking for. He didn't approach it straight away, because frightening it would not yield good results. Those Psychic Pokemon had abilities to teleport away, and the shyer ones often did so at any threat. Any other Pokemon type and he might have just ordered an attack and captured it the rough way, but with this Ralts, it would perhaps be better to take a more friendly approach. Good thing he still had berries in his bag, full ones, not half-eaten by some greedy gnat. Taking one out, he tossed it lightly so it landed a few feet away from the Ralts. Ronan stood up, and made sure that the Pokemon knew that he was nearby, there was no point in trying to sneak up on the white critter. "Hey Ralts, are you hungry?" Food was a strategy that often worked... indeed, that was how Ronan had managed to capture Pudge. Hopefully this young one wasn't quite as difficult to satiate as Pudge was, because then Ronan would have a hard time supplying victuals for both him and Pudge. --- Lv 2346/46 |
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| Alexandra | May 8 2008, 06:53 PM Post #18 | |
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0.2. You didn't need to really make sure the Ralts noticed you. The Empathy Pokmon, Ralts had the unique ability to sense human emotions with the curved horn on his head. As soon as you stepped into his range, he looked toward you which was slightly creepy, seeing as though they didn't have any visible eyes. Because you didn't harbor any malevolent feelings toward it, it kept around. It was interested, and it could smell food on you. If it had eyes, it would have blinked owlishly as you offered it food. Verily, the way to most pokmon's hearts was through their stomachs. The small creature crept forward carefully, ready to zap itself to safety at any change in your intentions. It was pretty sure you weren't dangerous, though, and came right up to you. It stood expectantly, waiting for whatever food you were offering. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 8 2008, 07:33 PM Post #19 | |
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(0.2) Ronan froze when Ralts stared at him from beneath the awkwardly positioned helmet upon its head, but relaxed when he could see that the Pokemon had no intention of disappearing. The boy smiled at the Pokemon, and picked up the Pecha berry he had tossed out before, holding it in the palm of his hand. Food was the way to go, but perhaps a little magic could spruce things up also? Making sure that the Ralts was watching carefully, he wrapped his fingers around the berry, one by one, encasing it completely within his hand, then when he opened it again, the fruit had disappeared. "Where do you think it went, Ralts?" With an enigmatic smile, he tossed his other hand into the air and sure enough, the Pecha berry fell from the sky and he caught it deftly. "I can make things teleport too," he teased, before putting the berry down in front of Ralts as a gift. The Pokedex had remarked that Ralts had the astonishing ability to sense human emotions, which meant there wasn't much point trying to hide his intentions from the Pokemon. He might as well just tell it straight out what he was looking for, and hope that Ralts had been sufficiently enough impressed/entranced that it would join. "You've probably sensed that I have an interest in you, well, the thing is, I have a particular interest in Psychic and Ghost type Pokemon. Anything to do with the supernatural. And being a magician by trade, I've been trying to come up with ways to incorporate my Pokemon into my acts to make them all the more spectacular. It would be really great if you were to consider coming along. Your psychic abilities would be impressive, I'm sure." With a soft crow, Pudge swooped down... and perched on Ronan's head, causing the boy to fell to his backside. "Pudge! Don't do that, you know you're way too big to be doing that now..." he glared at the bird, who only chirped happily back and nipped at his bag, in an obvious attempt to ask for some food. Sighing, Ronan snapped his fingers, some food appearing between them as he did so, and held out the small pieces of tidbits for the bird to consume. Turning back to the Ralts, he introduced the bird. "Well, now that we've been interrupted by this featherbag, let me introduce you. This is Pudge, a chubby bird who needs to stop eating." He placed careful emphasis on that last bit, but Pudge was oblivious, as most overweight individuals tended to be when comments about their size or dietary habits were made. "Make sure he doesn't get your berry, Ralts." --- Offering a to :ralts.
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| Alexandra | May 8 2008, 08:18 PM Post #20 | |
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0.3. The Ralts, having a keen sense of emotion and most other supernatural realms, payed close attention to your magic trick. Astonishingly enough to the creature, he realized that it wasn't pure trickery, as he had imagined. No, there was a bit of magical prowess there. This must be one of the most fascinating humans he had ever scanned! After that, he greedily reached out for the Pecha Berry. He took a few tentative bites of the (relative to his own size) large fruit and hid it protectively from Pudge as he arrived. Munching on the food as you explained yourself and your companion, the small pokmon was quiet. Thinking. He decided to give you a chance. Though he had heard being the captive of a trainer was hell for a wild pokmon, the Pidgeotto didn't seem too disheartened. But, being a pokmon very influenced by the supernatural himself, he decided one last test was needed. Since most psychic types were proficient in at least some telepathy, he directed some thoughts towards you. Show me your best trick, and I'll decide whether I'll come along or not. Simple enough terms. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 8 2008, 09:49 PM Post #21 | |
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(0.2) Show me your best trick, and I'll decide whether I'll come along or not. A sudden voice in his head, and instinctively he knew that it belonged to the Ralts. "That is asking a fair bit, it is difficult to perform anything too complex in the grasslands. I am not as innately gifted as you are, and need ample preparation for the more complex illusions. But... I have something in mind." Something which involved all three of his Pokemon. Beckoning Pudge towards him, and speaking to Grotle and Finneon through their Pokeballs, he outlined the plan to them. He trusted them enough for them to get it right, despite having never practised this idea thoroughly before. Pudge took to the sky, and hovered above a few metres above the ground. "Let the show begin..." Ronan waved his hand, conjuring up a pokeball in his palm, and again, he closed his fingers over it, to reveal a second later that it had disappeared. From the sky, Pudge gave a loud, almost agonising cry as a Pokeball forced itself out of the bird's rear end, remaining miraculously spotless. The Pokeball fell, opening to reveal a Finneon, floating in mid air. "Now, watch Finneon undergo a transformation!" A shower of feathers fell from the hovering bird, masking the fish from view for just a fraction of a second, but that was more than enough. As the feathers hit the ground, a large green turtle landed with them, giving a loud grunt to signal her appearance. This was a trick that Ronan had had in the back of his mind for some time now, although he hadn't yet had a chance to use it in a performance. It utilised the abilities of his Pokemon quite well. Feather Dance, the String Shot he had obtained from those Spinarak and other bugs back in the Forest of Fury, U-Turn, all had been used to create the effects that Ralts had just witnessed. Taking a deep bow, Ronan approached his singular audience. "That was just a little taste. With your help, I'm sure I could make much better." He didn't know what the Psychic type had thought, he, unfortunately, lacked the telepathic powers to read others' minds, but he sure hoped that it had been enough to sway the Pokemon. --- Lv 23
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| Suna | May 8 2008, 11:07 PM Post #22 | |
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.3 genexp The ralts was certainly impressed. This trainer truely did show some potential. "But that was more of your pokemon than yourself." The snickered telepathically. 'I guess there isn't much harm in it though...' It thought quietly to itself. The animal calmly walked over to the trainer. "I'll stay with you. But on one condition." A strange aura surrounded the little creature before it began to multiply off in all directions, completely surrounding you and your pokemon. They glowed once more, and a strange wind picked up. All the illusions talked at once, "You have three guesses to find the real one before my Future Sight kicks in. The attack will come in the direction of the real one. If you can find out which is real, you'll be able to dodge the attack. Then I will join you. And you cannot attack any copies in order to get rid of them. You might want to begin, before it's too late." x15Level 23 ![]() 36/36~ Future Sight ~ |
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| llliterateGuy | May 9 2008, 05:50 AM Post #23 | |
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(0.2. Haha. Cas fails at two times table.) The boy shrugged off the Pokemon's remark. "Like I said, it is difficult to do anything by myself with so little resources. Plus, involving Pokemon seems to make people far more interested. I guess you're rather different to my normal audiences though..." Ronan didn't bother to try and track the movements of the Ralts as it divided again and again, like some neoplastic growth, until no fewer than fifteen of them were surrounding him, their combined telepathic voices deafening his Inner Ear. Pick the right one? There could really be no possible way for him to choose, it would all come down to sheer luck, which was something that Ronan had found he seemed to possess a fair amount of. There were many circumstances in the past where luck had been a requirement for him to survive, and somehow, he did. So, hopefully, that same luck would come into play here as he participated in the Ralts' little game. The simplest way was of course to simply ignore the rules that the Ralts had set, and order a sweeping Water Gun, or a large scale Gust attack, but that would almost certainly ensure that the Ralts disappeared, and Ronan wanted to make sure it stayed around. The nearest one was unlikely to be the answer, since most people would immediately assume that the one from which all the copies had sprouted was the real one, but that was not always the case; he had had experience with Double Teaming Pokemon before, and that approach was a certain failure. "I will place my bets, on that one, that one, and that one." He pointed at each, indicating his three choices, waiting for an answer. It was better to do it all at once, he reasoned, rather than wasting time by going one at a time and further reassessing and doubting his choices, allowing more time for the Future Sight to approach. If he was wrong, then he would just have to hope that the Future Sight gave enough warning to be avoided. |
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| Suna | May 9 2008, 05:59 AM Post #24 | |
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.3 genexp stfu All the ralts pointed upwards. You followed it to the sky, where a large purple orb was falling down, coming straight for you. You didn't have any time to react as the speeding sphere came soaring down. It was the future sight. All you could do is brace yourself for impact. It came closer and closer, building up speed... Then it vanished into thin air. The ralts giggles, retracting all of it's copies. "If you want to play with magic, you got to expect anything." It teleported over to your side. "I'll come with you. You do have some potential, and i'm sure you'll get better with time." ~ Got Ralts! Now all you need to do is give it a pokeball! ~ |
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| llliterateGuy | May 9 2008, 09:54 PM Post #25 | |
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(0.2) Ronan's held his breath in anticipation. Had he made the right choice? He studied each of the copies he had pointed out in turn, to see if they would react. He followed their skinny little arms and a sinking feeling developed. A large ball of energy was falling fast, straight for him. It would be impossible to avoid, the area of impact was simply too great, and it was moving too quickly to even react in any constructive way. Ronan winced as the attack fell from the heavens, only to look up in surprise when the impact never came. Looking up, he glanced at the giggling Ralts, and chuckled once, a rarity in itself. "That was a pretty convincing act there... I'll keep that in mind." With a small smile, which Pudge could attest to meant that he was in fact very pleased indeed, Ronan flicked a Pokeball onto the Ralts, which swept the white Pokemon up and added a new member to Ronan's team. Almost immediately, the boy picked it up and opened it again, to let out his newly capture Ralts. "Well, Ralts, we've only just met and already I have a favour to ask of you. I'm sure you're aware of the fact that your evolutionary line branches off in two directions, and I really want to obtain a second Ralts and form a pair in the form of Gardevoir and Gallade. Do you know if there are any other Ralts around here? Friends, family, ones you know, that might also be willing to come along?" It was perhaps a bit of a big thing to ask, if the Ralts was willing to betray the location of any others of its kind, but Ronan wasn't about to go and rip them away unless he absolutely had to. The way this was going, he wanted to try and obtain his Ralts under the best terms possible. Getting Pokemon to trust you was a difficult process, and one that Ronan was not too good at. Additionally, it could quite easily put the first Ralts he had caught off if he went out all commando and blasted the next Ralts he saw. Definitely not a good thing. --- Asking the Ralts if it knows of any more around... |
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| Suna | May 9 2008, 10:00 PM Post #26 | |
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.3 genexp The psychic pokemon pondered for a moment. "I don't know too many around here. I came from a different area. Me and a few friends of mine teleported over here to hang out with others in the area. Plus, we heard there was an alcohol store nearby that doesn't have good security. We were all over that." He looked around, trying to remember the area a little more clearly. "Otherwise, not sure where they even are. Yet alone if one would want to join, most of the ones I know are pretty much against humans. I've always been a little facinated by them myself." He looked back at you. "Finding one as unique as you has been an honor." He let out a dissapointed sigh. "Honestly, not too sure.. Sorry. But if we do run into some more, I can see if I can talk them into joining." The creature shrugged a bit. "But who knows. Worth a shot though." - - - - - - - - - - lvl 23 ![]() [ 2 by the way ]
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| llliterateGuy | May 9 2008, 11:06 PM Post #27 | |
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(0.2) Alcohol store...? He had no idea that Pokemon were as into the stuff as humans tended to be. The image of pissed, absolutely wasted Pokemon meandering around and flopping onto the floor filled Ronan's mind, and he had to stop for a while to truly comprehend the madness that it entailed. It was too bad that the Ralts had no pals that he could simply drag along. That would have made things much simpler. However, he would simply have to work with what he had. It was time to send out another search party. "Pudge, you know what to look for. We need to try and find another Ralts. We'll start heading towards town, maybe there are some other ones who pillaged that alcohol store, and are hanging around." Well, this Ralts seemed to be holding his own quite fine, but Ralts was such a small Pokemon, and they couldn't possibly all be such good tolerators of the drug, so maybe there would be a better chance of finding one near the town itself, who had drunk a bit too much and would be easy to persuade. "Ralts, do you think you could try and survey the area as well, and see if you can sense anyone around?" Ronan's original plan had not involved heading into the town of Moorfeldt, but now, it seemed, he would have to make a brief detour. He was supposed to be heading down towards Y'orek for the assignment he had received from the boss, but this shouldn't put him too far out of his way. According to the map on his Poketech, it was only a short distance away. "You don't seem to be very drunk, how much did you have...?" --- In: Dry Grass 1 Heading for: Trampled Grass 3 (Just outside Moorfeldt) Searching for Ralts, a female one even... |
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| Jolt | May 10 2008, 12:00 AM Post #28 | |
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.3 Ralts staggered around a bit. Why? I dunno. Alcohol has a habit of doing that sometimes. The grass gto greener as you change ddirections to the west. At the sam etime, it gradually lost altitude until it was seemingly fly. Trampled, you might say... Reached: Trampled Grass 3 Pudge was airborn, scouting the land for another Ralts. Even if it did find another prychic pokemon, he couldn't see its boobs from that high up, so finding out if it was male or female was hit or miss. Still, at this point, finding Ralts was a good sign. But, then again... it took you so long to find the first one... finding a second one would likely be difficult. Your drunk pokemon led the way, tripping over a clump of grass in the process. The said clump hopped onto its feet, and darted off to the east, passing right by you without even knowing it. Odd little bugger, ain't it? ![]() ![]() level 26 52/52 |
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| llliterateGuy | May 10 2008, 04:40 AM Post #29 | |
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(0.2) He hadn't expected to have the good fortune to stumble upon another Ralts so quickly, but it was, at the same time, rather disappointing when the search yielded no favourable results. The Oddish didn't seem too concerned with having been kicked in the head, so Ronan was content to let it be. It apparently had suffered enough brain damage already, and he saw no need to battle it. He just wanted to find his other Ralts, and get going so that he could leave the grasslands. These weren't quite as familiar as the dreaded Hillmoss grasslands which he had gotten so tired of, but they still carried a similar familiarity which he would rather do without. "Pudge, keep on searching, now that the grass has flattened somewhat it should be easier to see something white amongst all the grass." Ronan also bent down and scooped the Ralts up from his side, and placed the small Pokemon on his shoulder. "That might be a better position for you, and you don't have to tire yourself out by walking. I'd rather you focus your energy on trying to sense any nearby Psychic Pokemon, specifically Ralts." It had been a while since he had placed a Pokemon on his shoulder. The last to inhabit that position had been Pudge, back when he had been a round little Pidgey. Thank goodness he was clearly too large for that now. He had been way too large for that back then as well, but he seemed to insist on pushing it to the limit, by perching on Ronan's shoulder and causing some considerable pain when left there for long periods of time. --- In Trampled Grass 3, heading for edge of Moorfeldt, but not actually going in. Looking for a Ralts on the way, with both Pidgeotto and Ralts. |
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| Jolt | May 10 2008, 01:37 PM Post #30 | |
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.2 The intoxicated Ralts staggered ahead while Pudge flew in the sky. Nothing was afoot, at elast not now. But, it was a pretty awesome day, weather-wise. That had to count for something, right? Ralts suddenly stopped, standing up straight and looked to be instantly unintoxicated. Almost like a dog, his eyes widened and he began sniffing the air. He then began running off in the direction of Moorefeldt, which was luckily the diretion you were headed. It didn't take long for the psychic pokemon to become but a speck in the distance. Luckily he had stopped, allowing you to keep your eyes on him as you grew closer and closer to his location. And, there before you, laying in the grass, was a Ralts. Of the female variety. She wa slaying out in the sun, trying to keep up that stylish tak she had going on. Your own Ralts was, as most men do things, trying to spit game on her in an effort to get in her pants. The snobbish woman didn't seem to be having any part of it, but it didn't seem to be stopping your own pokemon. ![]() ![]() level 22 44/44 *tanning* |
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| llliterateGuy | May 10 2008, 11:31 PM Post #31 | |
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(0.3. Note: Ralts is not a weakling when it comes to alcohol. Apparently, he raided a bottle shop and doesn't appear the LEAST intoxicated, from the first few posts. There shouldn't be anything so visibly obvious.) All of a sudden, the small Psychic type rushed ahead, and Ronan found himself running after him. How on earth did something that didn't even look like it had proper legs move so fast? The Ralts looked as if he was simply gliding along the grass, and it took all of Ronan's energy simply to keep the drug-enhanced Pokemon in sight. Pudge flew along behind them, keeping an eye out for them. Before long, the airborne bird had spotted the object that Ralts had so mysteriously detected, and gave a squawk to his trainer to let him know that something was up there that he would be interested in. When Ronan caught up to the excited Ralts, he found him trying to talk to another of the same species. He couldn't understand what they were saying, because they were talking in high pitched quips which, to Ronan sounded like the name of the Pokemon being repeated a hundred times over. Well, at least, his Ralts seemed to be doing most of the talking, she, on the other hand, was remaining rather silent, just looking at this male that had rushed up to her. The Pokedex piped up and told him that this specimen was a female, which was helpful, because Ronan sure as hell could not tell the difference. This Ralts simply looked a bit less pale because of what must have been a regular practice of laying in the sun and letting her skin absorb those harmful ultraviolet rays, for her skin was not the pearly white that the male possessed, but a very lightly tinged brown. Apparently, this was rather usual reception for the female, she certainly seemed to be quite unabashed by Ralts' desire to talk to her, and the first thing that Ronan could think of was that amongst the population of Ralts, she must have been one that would be regarded as 'hot'. Ralts certainly seemed to think so. His voice came into his mind. "Hey! We need to get this one to join us, totally. I've never seen anything so goddamn good-looking before!" So Ronan had been right. Hopefully she wouldn't be put off by his rather excited Ralts' very obvious manner of courtship. He sat himself down next to the sunbaking Ralts, placing himself between her and his own Ralts, so that she could be given a break from his incessant chatter first. "Sorry about him, he seems very excited to be in the presence of someone as attractive as you, so he tells me. I hope he wasn't bothering you too much." He paused, to see what her reaction would be. She was obviously a very different creature to the one that the had just captured, and seeing the two was quite a good reminder for him that Pokemon were as unique as people. She didn't seem to be the type to be excited over little things, or to act as immaturely as he did. |
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| Jolt | May 11 2008, 01:47 PM Post #32 | |
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.3 The female remained unimpressed by your pokemons attempts at gaining her attention. Instead, she continued to do absolutely nothing but remain motionless while laying in the grass. When you approached her, she peered out of the corner of her eye at you. It wasn't every day that a human had the guts to approach her. That kind of forwardness she could appreciate. But she still showed no signs of communicating with you. In fact, she was likely annoyed by your intrusion. She stood on her feet and vanished into thin air. Seconds later, she reappeared, only closer to Moorefeldt. It was clear that she was trying to get awya from you. /rejection |
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| llliterateGuy | May 12 2008, 04:54 AM Post #33 | |
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(0.2. ohsnap.) Perhaps Ronan had fallen into the trap of assuming that all Pokemon were at least, somewhat willing to interact with humans, to hear them out, to sit there and converse for a bit before deciding that they weren't interested. This second Ralts certainly seemed to have no inclination to do such a thing. He made no sound when she faded from before his eyes, although his eyes widened slightly to convey his surprise, and there was a soft crackling as she reappeared on the surface of the grass some distance away. She wasn't disappearing entirely, which Ronan assumed to be a positive thing, but he would have to watch what he said. He wanted to get on this Ralts' good side, and quite clearly, his own Ralts was quite anxious to do the same. The white critter by the magician's side stepped forward again, making as if to rush towards the female with words of cleverly devised wittiness again, but Ronan decided to put his foot down, right in front of Ralts. "No, let the lady have her space." He said, primarily the comment was directed at the Ralts by his side, but it was loud enough to reach the ears of the other Pokemon, letting her know that he respected her. Ronan looked at the wild Pokemon, before giving her a small half-smile and sitting down on the grass where he was. "I suppose you felt that I was getting a bit too close before. I apologise for that. I did not realise that you were not comfortable with me being in such close proximity; an oversight on my part." Ronan watched the male out of the corner of his eye, making sure that the excited little man didn't make any sudden moves. He rolled the Pokeball into the palm of his hand, ready to recall the Ralts if he did suddenly decide to rush over to proclaim his deep, heartfelt love for the female again. The last thing he wanted was the female being scared away. "If you are more comfortable with this arrangement, then I don't mind talking to you like this." He had sat down for a reason, to put himself down at her level. Well, technically, there wasn't any sort of comfortable position he could take that would take him that low, but it was definitely better than standing many times taller than her. "I suppose I shall tell you outright..." she could probably sense his intentions and feelings anyway, being a Ralts. "... I have a particular passion for Psychic Pokemon, and all things supernatural. Thus, I have it as one of my goals to try and put together a fine team of such Pokemon. This also stems from the fact that I am an illusionist by trade, and enjoy the art of magic. My friend here could attest to that, if he would stop lollygagging over how attractive you are for a moment," he prodded the small Pokemon beside him in the back, earning a slightly indignant look from the white Psychic, who had been jolted out of his daydream. Ronan could not help but chuckle, this young male Ralts was quite an interesting character, and certainly, things would be all the more interesting if this female one was to join up with him also. "I suppose you get that sort of reception a lot? From the male population? It is quite unusual to see someone as well groomed as yourself." A bit of a boost to the ego never hurt anyone did it? |
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| Monkey | May 12 2008, 07:21 AM Post #34 | |
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(0.3 :gexp) The joy of being a psychic pokemon was that they could simply read your mind meaning your long-winded speech was useless. This is exactly what the female ralts did, using her abilities she peered into the deep intricate mind of Ronan. He had good intentions for Ralts but then again being used solely for the amusement of others was it really that good of a thing? She allowed herself to wander slowly forward as she pondered his eventual question, she knew it was coming. The only downside was that blasted male Ralts that stood near him, she had encountered this exact Ralts before and he was quite rude to her and other female psychics in the area. Severly doubting that even this trainer could change his attitude towards females Ralts still stood her distance honing in on Ronan's thoughts. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 12 2008, 07:45 AM Post #35 | |
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(0.3) She didn't seem too convinced. Probably because she was doing that whold mind-reading thing too. Dammit. It was perhaps the only facet of the Psychic Pokemon's many astonishing capabilities that he found unnecessary: the ability to read his mind. He didn't mind so much if they peered into the grey matter of others, on the contrary, that could be quite helpful sometimes, it was just that it meant that he couldn't hide anything from them. Although, hopefully, by the stage that he was working together with them, he wouldn't really need to hide anything. It was only at these beginning times when he might want to hide some things, and, to add insult to injury, this was when the wild Pokemon were most untrusting as well. It was a steep uphill battle, and the odds certainly seemed to be against Ronan. He let his eyes deviate from her for a moment, resting his gaze upon the trampled grass for a second or two. "I suppose you already know what I am about to ask you, and have already made up your mind. Nevetheless, I suppose I should ask you, seeing as how you haven't disappeared on me just yet." It wasn't like him to warble on so much to other people. During a performance, then yes, because the art of storytelling and diverting attention with your words and actions was essential for some tricks. It was difficult to pull off an entire performance in silence, and probably quite boring to watch as well. However, that babble which came in a steady stream when he was doing his tricks never surfaced in his personal interactions. He saw no need for it. It was superfluous. So why was he talking so damn much now? "Because you think she's hot too, and want to get in her pants too?" Ronan raised an eyebrow at the stupid question. "No, I tend to think with my head than certain other body parts, as I believe the common saying goes." His hand landed with a gentle thud on the crown of the Ralts at his side, pinning him down and keeping him in place. "Keep your thoughts to yourself. Not everyone here is a psychic, and no one present needs to hear them." Here he was, trying to convince another Ralts to join him, but this annoying little bastard was pretty much screwing the encounter up for him. Some help he was. "You know, there are very few people who actually find your advances amusing, and those are the ones you find selling themselves because they have nothing else to do. So just stop it already, it's not impressing anyone, least of all the Ralts over there." Would he listen? Meh... probably not. They had only just met previously, after all. "So... pardon the interruption, but, as I was about to say, what would you say to coming along with me?" He resisted the urge to pad the question out more, but he could see it now; it was all superfluous. No point in speaking more than necessary. Ah yes, it seemed that Ronan was reverting to his normal self somewhat. |
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| Jolt | May 13 2008, 03:30 AM Post #36 | |
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.3 The female looked on as you and your psychic had a little lovers quarrel. She giggled to herself, seeing that he was a horny male, and you were trying to prevent nature from taking its course. It was a futile thing, stopping nature, because it never worked. Ever. You aske dher to join, and her mood changed back to the snobby bitch as before. She scoffed at the thought of joining you and Mr. Horndog over there. She had no reason to do so. She had lived this long in the wild and defended herself just fine. Chances were that she would continue to do so without your aid. Being free versus being enslaved... tough decision, that isn't. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 14 2008, 04:03 AM Post #37 | |
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(0.2) She seemed to be enjoying herself, watching Ronan and his 'buddy' have a bit of a disagreement, but then when he tried to return to the subject at hand, she stiffened. She was not quite convinced by his words, and he was really at a loss of what to say next. It was so much harder when the Pokemon involved was intelligent enough and self-confident enough to see some decent reasons why it shouldn't join a trainer. There was force, but he really didn't want to resort to that. What was he going to do, send the horny Ralts at his side at the girl? He'd try to make out with her, but nothing helpful for convincing her to change her mind. In fact, he was probably the reason that she was objecting so at this point. If he had never been around when they had met, then things might have turned out quite differently. Ronan snapped his fingers and a Pokeball appeared in mid air, recalling the white Pokemon in a beam of red. "Let me try my hand at this mind reading business. You think that you are quite well off here, correct? You are incredibly independent, and I have no doubt that you need no help looking after yourself. You don't see the need to have a trainer. And I can understand your thinking, to an extent. But that idyllic image only holds true within the confines of these grasslands, and perhaps the adjacent ones as well. This is a wide world, and in these areas, your natural abilities would suffice I am sure." That was nothing too difficult to gather from her actions up until now. "Have you never wondered what it would be like to explore the rest of this world, and unravel its mysteries? That is what I wish to do, but that would never happen if I confined myself to the same area of familiarity that I was used to for my entire life. Coming with me, I can give you the chance to see all kinds of new things, and even when you are in harsher environments, I can help you, so you don't need to rely on your own abilities all the time." "I understand you have reservations about this critter here," he gestured to the Pokeball in front of him. "However, despite what you might think, I would like to suggest that he is in fact quite tolerable when sober. You seem to emit an awful sense of familiarity to him, so I assume you have fallen victim to his antics before. In the interests of your other female friends, would it not be prudent for you to assist me in controlling him so that he does not get out of hand? I have seen humans like him before, but I also know that eventually, they do grow out of it, he just needs some tight reins while we wait for that to occur." Some of that was a bit of a shot in the dark, or rather, more like a dimly lit room, because Ronan had noticed some of the subtle messages given off by the female, and he had enough confidence in his observation skills to know that they weren't too far off the mark. |
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| Jolt | May 17 2008, 10:33 AM Post #38 | |
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.2 The female psychic type glared at you as if you were speaking in a foreign language. Well... you were, but that's besides the point. As for your words of persuasion, they continued to fall on deaf ears. Mysteries? She was content with the mystery of why you were bugging her so much. With trainers like you walking around, she didn't need anything else in that department. As for your horny friend, again, she could care less. He wasn't her problem, rather yours. She wouldn't be forced to feel obligated to him, especially when right now, she was obligated to nothing. So... that's where the situation stood. Obviously, words weren't going to get the job done against this stuck-up broad. Force was likely th eonly way, unless you had another trick up your sleeve. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 20 2008, 01:10 AM Post #39 | |
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(0.2) A tough, stubborn female. Surprisingly enough, Ronan hadn't really had any close encounters with this type, having lacked a mother for the majority of his life. Sighing, the trainer got to his feet, and the small hint of friendliness that had been on his face dissipated with the wind. "Then, I suppose we do this the old-fashioned way. A battle, Ralts, and the outcome can decide what will happen." Two Pokeballs rolled down into the palm of his hand, which he cast into the air to reveal her personal favourite, the male Ralts, and Ronan's trusty Grotle. "Even without reading my mind, I suppose you already know that I am not giving you an option here... If you win, then I'll respect your wishes and I'll go away, but I am quite determined to acquire my second Ralts. Grotle shall be your opponent." "Ralts, you can do whatever is within your power to make sure she doesn't get away. Otherwise, don't interfere with the battle." Both his Pokemon nodded, the smaller one perhaps doing so more emphatically because 'whatever is within your power' included some rather interesting, lecherous things which Ronan had previously forbidden him from doing. "Grotle, lead things off with a Leech Seed to tie her down, and then run up there and give her a Bite." --- Lv 27 ![]() 55/55 Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 (On Standby) VS Lv 22 ![]() 44/44 |
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| KJ Edge | May 20 2008, 06:16 AM Post #40 | |
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0.1 She sighed, growing weary of all this unwanted attention. Sometimes it seemed that humans, and men in general, just did't get it. The grotle lumbered forward, as speedily as a small continent, then popped a seed from the shrubbery on her back. The tiny brown bulb floated in the air, arcing its way to the ralts. She didn't move, in fact she seemed to be quite enthralled by the sight of it. Then the seed hit the floor. It hit the ralts, but then it quite inconsequentially pashed through her form, landed on the grass behind her. She had evaded the attack. It happens. There was an echo of giggles in the psychic atmosphere. The image of the female ralts vanished, all an illusion. The discarded seed sunk into the ground. The trained ralts felt a bit silly for a moment. He had gotten quite excited, distracted by the fact that for an instant there were two females of his species shimmering there before him. Finding all of that a lot less arousing the grotled revolved, which took about five seconds, and faced the real ralts. Sharp beak snapped at the ralts, snapped at a shadow. She laughed at them soundlessly, becoming four and once again perking the boyralt's attention. Lv 27 ![]() 55/55 Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 (On Standby)VS Lv 22 ![]() 44/44~evasion +2~ |
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| llliterateGuy | May 20 2008, 06:37 AM Post #41 | |
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(0.3) So, the female wasn't about to give herself up so easily. Double Team was a downright bitch. Every Pokemon that used it made itself quite a nuisance in battle. It was bound to get on anyone's nerves when you couldn't attack something properly. "Grotle, we'll forget the Biting for a while. Go for something that can hit them all. Spray multiple Leech Seeds everywhere, and follow that up with a sweeping Razor Leaf. Turn around while you use it. All these damned copies. Well, the wide attack should be able to hit the real one for at least some damage, and perhaps then would leave a mark which could be used to mark the real Ralts. Ronan looked at the male, who was kind of finding it hard to keep the drool in his mouth. He sighed, and wondered what the hell he was going to do with the two of them when he finally caught the female. The interactions between the two Ralts themselves would be more than enough to keep him occupied all the time, making sure she didn't end up killing him, and making sure that he didn't impregnate her time after time after time. Two Ralts was enough at this point. He wondered if the male had some sort of sixth sense that allowed him to detect the real one, but he doubted it. At the moment, he seemed quite convinced that the girl of dreams had just become four girls of his dreams, so Ronan was pretty sure that the male couldn't tell the difference between them at all, either that or he didn't care. They were all just as visually appealing and satisfying. --- Lv 27 ![]() 55/55 Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 (On Standby... drooling over the female) VS Lv 22 ![]() 44/44 (Evasion +2) |
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| KJ Edge | May 20 2008, 07:08 AM Post #42 | |
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0.2 Perhaps it was the rush of battle, or maybe the intense reaction her movements had managed to elicit from that male ralts, and the pheromones that he was now subconsciouly pumping into the air... but whatever it was, since the start of this match the lady ralts was really starting to enjoy herself. The grotle growled under her breath. Spray mutliple Leech Seeds everywhere? She wasn't some damned seeding machine. Those things cost her a lot of energy to produce! She grunted anyway, complying like she had been bred to, pumping out a total of three seeds in quick succession. Each one went for a single target, meaning she wasn't going to be able to reach at least one of the ralts clones... but the chances of a hit were good. And bingo, she got one, breathing a sigh of relief because there was no way she was going to pop out that many seeds again in this fight. It was like someone shoving an egg carton into her face demanding her to fill it with a dozen golden eggs or something. To finish off the unrealistic demands placed on her bushy shoulders she shook some leaves loose, made them firework out with a thought and finally let herself relax. A seed drank in relief for her. Which made the ralts whine. She struggled against the thin bindings now around her form, leeching her energies. It was the most unpleasant feeling. Some leaves had even scratched her. That big green bitch! With a grunt she revealed herself to the grotle, standing right in front of it then sending out calming waves into the grass-type's slightly wornout form. And the grotle succumbed, all that exertion taking a slight toll which made her highly susceptable in this state... then she drifted off. ![]() Lv 27 55/55 ~asleep~ ![]() Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 (On Standby... drooling over the female) VS ![]() Lv 22 ![]() 34/44 (Evasion +2) ~leech seeded~ |
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| llliterateGuy | May 23 2008, 02:55 AM Post #43 | |
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(0.3) The attempt to cover as wide a range as possible seemed to work, but it didn't come without a price. Grotle was quite visibly drained, and Ronan was glad that at least something had worked out of that. Now, at least, the Ralts would be a much easier target, having become ensnared by the vines. The Ralts' counterattack came as a bit of a surprise, but he should have suspected something like that, his own Ralts knew the exact same technique. Drawing from his own experiences of psychic types and his study of their techniques and abilities, he figured that he could guess what was coming up next, and it was a big problem. It was a combo he would have used himself, as it was quite an effective attack, but when Dream Eater was being used against you, it was no laughing matter. "Grotle! You've got to wake up! Wake up and use Bite!" The attack would not be heavily damaging, but if Grotle remained asleep for too long, it could certainly undo all the good that she had done so far, for the Ralts would receive her own nourishment back. Too bad he didn't have anything that could instantly reawaken his slumbering tortoise; he'd have to go for something more primitive. Ronan strided up to the turtle, who had lain down on the grass, and gave her a few good whacks on the backside. Her shell would be far too thick for her to feel a thing, so he had to aim a bit lower than that, which was pretty hard, considering all the overgrowth that had accumulated on her shell. "Ralts, can you not invade her sleep or something, and get her to wake up?" If Ralts were able to enter one's dream with the intention of doing harm, then surely he could get in there to drag her out of her nap? "The sooner you get Grotle awake, the sooner the female joins us." And with terms like that, how on earth could the fantasising Ralts refuse? --- Lv 27 ![]() 55/55 ~Asleep Lv 23 ![]() 46/46 -stampeding through Grotle's slumber to wake her up...?- VS Lv 22 ![]() 44/44 -Future girlfriend of male- |
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| KJ Edge | May 23 2008, 04:48 AM Post #44 | |
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0.2 and I'm gonna change things up a bit here because I just feeeeeel like it. Grotle didn't wake up. She probably wouldn't for a while now. Everything suddenly went really quiet, the trainer realised. Grotle wasn't moving... neither was his ralts... or the other ralts... they all seemed to be frozen in time or something. Of course, they weren't, Ronan could continue walking about and kick the turtle all he wanted. He could probably also try to kick the ralt's too, but when he did he would just get a loud clang and then moan at the pain of a stubbed toe. There was an invisible forcefield around the ralts, each ralts had one now... it was like some sort of magical side effect... Side effect of what? Of the invasion. The Grotle would not wake up until this was over. Her mind had been peirced by two psychic beings, and now the beings presences ruled her dreamscape. Let's look into this dreamscape, because that's where we'll be until the end of this damn thing... Ralts found himself in a strange place. This had never happened before. Not to him at least, and he didn't have enough experience to know if anything else had ever found themself in a situation quite like this one. He was in a lush green grove, quite unlike the Moorfeldt grasslands he was in just a minute ago... what happened to that? This was more like a forest... smooshed with a jungle... a bit of ancient woodland thrown in for good measure. At least he was in a clearing of sorts, tall, deep green grass at least three feet high... then he saw her... snapped from his appreciation of the scenery... she was... beautiful. For a young male ralts the sight would indeed be quite breathtaking. She floated towards him, but stopped meters away and hovered on the spot... her form flowed even as she stayed still... her emerald green hair so smooth... that lithe figure... she was a gardevoir... perfect. "Hello there," she whispered, seductive, hot red eye burning into Ralt's soul. and Ralt's couldn't control himself. He stepped forward and ... he stepped? He had... he had legs! He stared down at them, these sturdy new limbs holding him above the grass that should've obscured his view in the first place. He saw his arms, the emerald blades shimmering from his elbows... holy crap! He was a gallade! Gardevoir gave Gallade a moment to take it all in, she had adjusted quickly to this ethereal realm, this dream world, this unreal fantasy place. "Shall we begin then?" she said simply, slyly. Her mind exploded, blasted Gallade away and shattered a trunk with his new 'body' in a single thought. Her voice fluttered. And Gallade felt himself hurt... this was real... and it was not... but the pain he felt was there. He also felt a surge in power in this new form, this perfect future. He would have been quite thrilled. As he pulled himself from the wreckage of the tree he saw Gardevoir shudder. Oh, she could feel injury just the same as he could. That leech seed in the real world was still working its magic. Which was lucky for the grotle, since that meant she could with stand the destruction of her mind's paradise just a little longer... but Gallade would have to be careful not to destroy too much of the dreamscape. That would hurt Grotle. Enough from me. Now you have some fun. Rules: This is a battle in a dream. Yes, both ralts are their final evos in this world, but in this world only of course. They get ten level boost in this world, just for the fun of it, and you may adjust Gallade's moveset to suit his evolution. But only for this battle, obviously. Post your moveset in your next post so we can keep track. About the grotle and the seed, whenever the ralts clash and cause destruction to the environment grotle will be hurt, but at the end of each turn the leech seed will still sap the lady and restore grotle a little. Damage Gardevoir enough and she will flee the dream, and then we'll be back to normalcy. Anyone who understands these rules may mod this. Level 32 (DREAM)60/64 ![]() ~leech seeded~ VS ![]() Level 33 (DREAM)56/66 ![]() Meanwhile, in the real world: ![]() Level 27 52/55 ![]() ~ asleep until the dream ends, loses HP each time parts of her Mind Grove gets destroyed~ |
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| llliterateGuy | May 25 2008, 03:47 AM Post #45 | |
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(0.5. I mean... wow... just wow) Ronan kicked at the sleeping beast, but nothing seemed to stir her from her comfortable position. She gave a soft snort, but nothing else seemed to have come out of his actions. Dammit. As he had anticipated, the female Ralts entered into the mind of his slumbering tortoise, and a shimmering bubble of protective energy encased her as she invaded. Ronan cast an urgent look to his own Ralts, and noted with some sense of relief that a similar force field was surrounding him. He wasn't too slow off the mark either, thankfully. With the two Ralts now engaging in a battle that could only be possible between two Psychic types, all Ronan could do was stand back and hope that his young, testosterone-pumping friend would be fine on his own, and wouldn't lose out to his inner desires. Well, hopefully the motivation of being able to capture the attractive female would be motivation enough for him. Within the capacious greenery of Grotle's mind, Ralts, no Gallade, found himself admiring his new form. It was quite mindblowing, to be honest. This was what he was supposed to become? He couldn't wait. If only he had a mirror, so he could check himself out properly. Those legs looked good. And those arms, like, WOW. They didn't carry the tightly packed muscle that some other fighting Pokemon had, but having razor sharp blades protruding from them was a pretty good deal also. Blades which could glow a variety of interesting colours as they were used in an attack. He was still admiring his mindblowing transformation when he was blown back quite literally by the power of the female mind. Well, the mind of the female standing before him, in all her alluring glory. Gallade felt his jaw drop, and the tension in his body seemed to disappear as he felt himself relax, just looking at her was so soothing, so relaxing. And that voice... How the hell could he resist those sweet dulcet tones? Oh the curses of being a male... Wait. What the hell was he talking about? Curses? More like a big fat gift of epic proportions. He wasn't complete as a member of the male community without experiences and feelings like this, and goddamn, he was going to fight this chick so he could get her to join him and the magic guy. Then he would a much better chance of picking her up. The phrase, 'familiarity breeds contempt' seemed to have absolutely no weighting on the mind of the male Gallade. Taking a deep breath to ready himself, the Psychic/Fighting hybrid was midway through taking up his stance when he disappeared, reappearing in an instant right in front of the girl of his dreams, in a perfect position to --- Lv 33 (DREAM)56/66 -Teleport and then Night Slash- Moveset: -Tackle -Leaf Blade -Night Slash -Teleport -Psycho Cut A: False Swipe A: Protect VS Lv 32 (DREAM)50/64 <-- made a mistake in previous post, should have lost 10 already Other: Lv 27 ![]() 52/55 ~Asleep, will lose HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| KJ Edge | May 25 2008, 04:41 AM Post #46 | |
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0.2 Her heart skipped a bit. Gallade was gone. But where? And like a man who knew what his woman wanted he made himself known to her again. She felt a movement behind her, like a puff of air, but there wasn't really air in this place. Regardless, the mind would make illusion as real as it needed it to be. It was genuine enough of a sensation for Gardevoir to spin around, see the flash of Gallade's eye. then there was the tearing sound of his black blade ripping through the unreality. She screamed. The noise echoed in Gallade's mind. It hummed. It reverberated. It wasn't real. She didn't have a mouth. But he knew she had been really cut deep. The force of the slash threw her backwards into the trees, but there wasn't the expected crunch and snapping of twigs from her impact. It was more like she had slipped into a pit of sand and now it was his turn to wonder where she had gone. Then he saw ... teeth? She had a mouth! It was ... big and full and... red? Giant red jaws had burst from the forest, just teeth fluttering on their own, a disembodied mouth that was tearing through the branches and consuming the leaves... eating the dreamscape. There was a psychic burp, then the ghostly mouth vanished. Gallade felt the air tremble and the scenery flickered. Emerging from a hole in the woods Gardevoir glistened and shimmered as if nothing had happened. A glowing aquamarine star drifted from her head then vanished into the impossibly blue sky. "Impressive!" she chirped. -- Grotle groaned, shuddering in her sleep. Some of the leaves from her shell dropped prematurely from the tiny boughs. A moment later she seemed to breathe in a long sigh, then snored with relief. ![]() Lv 33 (DREAM) 56/66 ![]() VS ![]() Lv 32 (DREAM) 56/64 ![]() *wishing ~leech seeded~ Other: ![]() Lv 27 44/55 ~Asleep, will lose HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste Rules: This is a battle in a dream. Both ralts are their final evos in the dream world and got a level boost. Grotle is asleep, this battle takes place in her dream. The Gardevoir has been leech seeded. Whenever the ralts clash and cause destruction to the environment or someone uses dream eater Grotle will be hurt, but at the end the turn leech seed will restore some hp. Damage Gardevoir enough and she will flee the dream, and then we'll be back to normalcy. Anyone who understands the situation feel free to mod it however you like. |
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| llliterateGuy | May 27 2008, 01:16 AM Post #47 | |
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(0.3) What unfolded after he had sent the woman flying was completely against his expectations. When women, or rather, any sort of physical body, went flying, they were supposed to land in a heap or something, or with some sort of noise. Yet she seemed to land without so much as a whisper, and while, Gallade reminded himself, this was a dream, he didn't have enough experience with living in others' dreams to know just how normal this was. The Gallade made to dart towards the spot where his female counterpart had landed, but before he could even move from his position he was pre-empted by a large monstrosity of a mouth. He jumped back, taking up a defensive stance, but it wasn't even necessary, as the detached set of teeth didn't seem too interested in eating him. It was far more interested in the destruction of the landscape around him, which Gallade knew couldn't be too good for the health of the turtle whose mind they had made their playground. The sneaky temptress reemerged, seemingly unscathed by the last attack, those jaws had done their job and given her all that she needed, and now she seemed to be relying on her future to provide for her. Well, it was up to the Gallade to ensure that she could do no such thing. Simple, straightforward attacking didn't seem to work too well, but heck, what else could he do? It seemed to be what this new body of his was designed to do. The Gallade leapt forward to deliver his next attack, going for a full frontal approach this time. She could perhaps anticipate this more easily, but it would be a mistake to use the same strategy again so soon. The Psychic fighter charged forward, the blades on his arm this time glowing a mixture of colours. The left was surrounded by the same dark energy that had been contained in his previous attack, while the right was surrounded by a light green field of energy, something that was perhaps more in synch with this dreamscape of greenery and lush vegetation. The darkness of the Night Slash was much easier to see, and he was counting on this contrast to disguise the other arm a bit. He slashed at her with his left arm, purposely doing so and missing, but then the other arm came around, this time not designed to miss his target. After the attack, he readied himself to chase after her flying form, focusing his own mind on his psychic energies. If she was going to use that Dream Eater again, he wanted to be ready to intercept it. --- Lv 33 (DREAM)56/66 -Faking with a Night Slash, hitting with a Leaf Blade, then after the attack surrounding Gardevoir in a Protect should she use Dream Eater again- VS Lv 32 (DREAM)56/64 -Wishing -Leech Seed'd- Other: Lv 27 ![]() 44/55 ~Asleep, loses HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| KJ Edge | May 27 2008, 02:42 AM Post #48 | |
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0.2 He dashed and she waited. It was like a pattern they had going. Seeing those dark tendrils form around the Gallade's arm she quickly sent out a sharp thought... a bit of a cheating thought... no way Gallade would be expecting this. Something in Gallade's mind seized up, got locked away, his arm suddenly giving a pop sound as the dark mist vanished before he could command it to. His night slash had been disable. Ah, the magic of dreams. Fortunately that wasn't the plan anyway and the Gallade could proceed. Gardevoir watched, waiting to be amused by the dark blade that would never come, but then there was a flash of green. She tried pulling back but reacted a second too late, the edge slashing across her with a strangely metalic thunk of a sound, totally irrelevant and an inappropriate noise, but the damage was all the same. With a wail of pain she spun away from him, then leaves began to whirl around with her form inexplicably . This didn't look like the dream eater attack, and the greenery seemed to appear out of nowhere rather than being ripped from the dreamscape. All those thoughts prevented any protective bubbles enclosing the Gardevoir. This time Gallade saw a flash of green, then a sparkle of rainbow as leaves piled into his chest and lifted him into the air, thrust him backwards and exploded like a firework. It was magical. Vibrating with pain Gallade could only watch as a star fell from the clear blue sky, was absorbed by Gardevoir and she cooed sweetly, her wish fulfilled. Then suddenly she was beside him, her single red eye glowing. Gallade felt his limbs move without his thoughts, as if pulled by puppet strings. She was using a psychic attack on him. --- Grotle snoozed quietly. ![]() Lv 33 (DREAM) 36/66 ![]() ~night slash disabled VS ![]() Lv 32 (DREAM) 42/64 ![]() -Leech Seed'd- ~teleported now using psychic Other: ![]() Lv 27 ![]() 52/55 ~Asleep, loses HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| llliterateGuy | Jun 2 2008, 05:25 AM Post #49 | |
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(0.3) The fighter gave a cry of dismay as the Gardevoir sealed away his attack. That would certainly have been his preferred method of attack, and now that he was unable to utilise the powers of darkness, his advantage over the woman was severely diminished. But he was certain he could still this. There was a lot at stake in this battle. If he won, she was going to end up joining the team, and that was definitely more than enough to motivate your typical male. Like, what was there that Gallade wouldn't do to get this girl to be at his side? There was no way to stop these primal desires, and he was going to get that Gardevoir to submit. With a showy flash, a star exploded over the female, and she seemed rejuvenated. That's quite a cheap method... Where was the manliness in that? But, then again, he could forgive her, he thought to himself as he stared at her. She looked so damn good doing it that he could forgive her. Suddenly, he felt his arms and legs moving on their own. Without even looking he could tell that she was behind it. He tried to fight back with his own psychic attack, but to his surprise, found that he couldn't really muster up the necessary mindpower. 'The hell? As a Ralts, he had had no problems without Psychic attacks... He couldn't go against her mindpower with his own, so the only thing he could try and do was concentrate on breaking free. Gallade let himself relax, rather than wasting energy by putting up resistance. At the same time, the blades on his arms flashed twice. The colour? Green. He was going to beat down this chick and get her captured if it was the last thing he did... if only he could Teleport out of her focused attack, it would give him the time he needed to attack while she realigned herself --- Lv 33 ![]() 36/66 (DREAM) -Night Slash Disabled (1) -Teleport out of Psychic, then Leaf Blade- Lv 32 ![]() 42/64 ~Leech Seed'd Other: Lv 27 ![]() 52/55 ~Asleep, loses HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| KJ Edge | Jun 2 2008, 06:25 AM Post #50 | |
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0.2 She felt her grip slip, then she lost him. It was a strange feeling to have in her mind, one minute holding him completely in her focus then the next moment him simply vanishing from her awareness. But with a simple pulsing scan of that great mind she located him again; he had reappeared just behind her. She spun on a dime, eye glowing brightly at him, radiating her beauty like she was Venus herself, captivate this boy completely and stay his blade. And he was beguiled by her magnificence, but that was nothing new, and he knew that cutting her down was still his best bet. Men. She wailed at his slicing strike and fluttered backwards, catching herself just before she could crash into the woods. Steaming with rage she shot a glare up at him, not that kind of glare but just the regular angry kind, and made to attack him head on. But she stopped, spluttered and moaned painfully, doubled over and was forced to land on the grass that waved despite there being no wind. Some of the trees around her were regrowing at an alarming rate, then suddenly the sky was lit bright by a sun. If Gallade squinted at it for a second he might see that it was vaguely tortoise shaped. In the real world, Grotle was smiling in her sleep. Then Ronan heard a buzz, his attention directed to where the female ralts had been standing stock still. The shield around her, which was invisible, flickered visibly for a few moments to form an unstable blue bubble. There was a distinct sound of fizzling then a pop, like a lightbulb had gone out. Then everything seemed normal again. Everyone was still asleep. What was that? --- Conditions: Sunny ![]() Lv 33 36/66 (DREAM) -Night Slash Disabled (1) Sp.Atk -2 ![]() Lv 32 12/64 (DREAM) ~Leech Seed'd Other: ![]() Lv 27 54/55 ~Asleep, loses HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| llliterateGuy | Jun 4 2008, 06:58 AM Post #51 | |
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(0.3) The Gallade found himself stunned for a moment, unable to react in any constructive way to the view that she had just shown him. In that one fleeting moment, he had been seen more than any other male had ever seen before, and he would do anything to see that again. That moment became imprinted in his memory, and it was something he would revisit again and again, in the movie in his mind. Suddenly, she faltered, and at the same time, the overall condition of the environment around him seemed to improve. Grotle looked as if she was recovering, and coupled with Gardevoir's little slipup, it seemed like she had almost had enough of this whole ordeal. Gallade had no idea what was happening on the outside, but this was the first sign of weakness that the snarky cold bitch had shown so far, which was a fairly good indicator that she was ripe for harvest. Again, the Gallade disappeared, making use of Teleport to appear once again behind her, but this time, he failed to attack, he simply grabbed a hold of the female from behind and restrained her. She would fight back, of course, but he was prepared to keep her in her place. This would have to show up on the outside in some manner. In a grassland much less lush and rich as the one in which the two Psychics were battling it out, Ronan was kneeling by his Grotle, still shaking her periodically and trying to wake her up. Nothing seemed to be working, however. He turned once again to the two Ralts standing some distance away. Neither of them had moved an inch, yet you could feel the tension in the air. A battle was happening somewhere, and it was intense. The boy's eyes were sweeping over the female Ralts when the fizzling of a bubble caught his attention, and he watched in surprise as a shield-like thing came into existence, then faded again into nothing. The female also appeared to be a bit stressed at this point. Did that mean that his horny little friend had triumphed? It was worth a shot. He had come this far and he was determined to get this Ralts onto his team. With a quick check to make sure he was targetting the right Ralts (the male still had some drool coming out of his mouth) he threw the Pokeball at the female, hoping that it would connect and that this long ordeal of failed persuasion would end well for him. --- Conditions: Sunny Lv 33 ![]() 36/66 (DREAM) -Night Slash Disabled (2) Sp.Atk -2 Lv 32 ![]() 12/64 (DREAM) ~Leech Seed'd Other: Lv 27 ![]() 54/55 ~Asleep, loses HP as Mind Grove is laid to waste |
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| KJ Edge | Jun 4 2008, 06:40 PM Post #52 | |
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0.2 "Get off me! Don't you dare! Get your hands off me!" she shrieked, kicking and screaming in Gallade's concupiscent grip. Lashing out with her mind, Gallade's arms were blasted away from Gardevoir's body, freeing her. But the parasitic seed caught her off guard, stilted her escape again. Then i'll just teleport away! she thought desperately. And before Gallade could wrap his arms around that body of his dreams she vanished completely. The Mind Grove grew quiet... then a great gust of wind blew the ralts away. He awoke with a start, finding everything had returned to normal, most disappointingly he was not even knee high again. He also felt sore and strangely unsatisfied. Grotle snorted, blinked and lifted herself from the floor. A twitching pokeball was nearby, then it stopped twitching. Etc. caught ![]() 5/44 ![]() Level 22 has x 9 ![]() 10/46 ![]() is awake
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| llliterateGuy | Jun 5 2008, 06:59 AM Post #53 | |
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(0.2) And, with that, it was over. The Ralts wasn't even sure about all that had just happened. He had been, for a brief moment, transformed into a shining soldier with all this nifty cool stuff on his arms which he could use to like, hack, slash, and hack some more at anyone and anything. But that hadn't been the best thing about it. The best thing had been that he had been in the presence of one smokin' hot female Gardevoir the entire time too. And he had touched her a fair few times. The pale skin of the Ralts grew a soft pinkish as the little guy relived those memories. Ronan tried to ignore him, and meanwhile, went over to inspect the still Pokeball. He had finally gotten the second Ralts he wanted to complete the pair. He didn't know what on earth had happened within the mind of Grotle, but there had been some sort of a fierce battle, and this had been the result. He had gotten himself a female Ralts, and the male had been quite heavily damaged. Not that he seemed to mind however, his head was still floating up on some clouds somewhere it seemed. The trainer sighed. Getting the two Ralts to work together was going to be a difficult task indeed. Scratch that. Getting the two to behave in the presence of each other was going to be a colossal challenge in itself. She absolutely hated his guts, and he couldn't keep his eyes, lips, hands, whatever, off of her. "Hey, that was good Ralts. We'll get to know that young lady later, but for now, we need to get you fixed up at the nearest Pokemon Centre I think." No response. Was he even listening? Ronan bent down to have a look at the Ralts. The expression on the Pokemon's face was still stuck on 'ecstatic fantasy'. Sighing, Ronan pulled out two Pokeballs and recalled Grotle and Ralts, and adding the new Ralts to his arsenal. With a quick check to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, he headed off to the nearest town, Moorfeldt, so he could get his Pokemon all fixed up and ready to go down to Y'orek. --- In Trampled Grass 3, going into Moorfeldt. I'll just walk in, since I was on the edge of town to begin with. |
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