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| Shadowheart | Mar 6 2009, 02:00 PM Post #1 | ||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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She could feel the distance shedding away Xugbars damning hold, but its influence still clung to her like a bad smell. Muskegs disposition wasnt any more becoming, though she could feel it much easier to breath. The cooler marsh air was refreshing, and from here on was only going to get cooler. Much cooler. Above the winds rushing past her ears and the rhythmic beating of Endymions wings, his low rumble curled from beneath her, a demure attempt to catch her attention, followed by a gradual loss of altitude. Hold on, youre not getting tired, are you? she asked, looking down at the soft ground getting closer and closer. Trudging through a marsh was not in her top twenty things of fun things to do. She could have just egged Endy on (the poor thing was so appalled at himself for being spent so soon), but forcing her newly-evolved dragon to strain himself instead of gradually working into his new form was not how a considerate, respectable and competent trainer did it. Hardcore sonuvabitches think overworking the poor thingsll make them fiercer and tougher. Pansy first-timers think coddling them with motivational words of encouragement will aspire them to shoot beyond their potential. Experience told her both those methods were balls. Well, alright. But were walking. A grunt. Good enough for him. Gen Exp: 2.2 Egg Posts: 12/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Kirin | Mar 6 2009, 09:02 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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.3 ![]() As has possibly been previously intimated, the difference between the Muskeg Marsh and the Xugbar Swamp was gigantic. Compared to the sheer terror and evil that seemed to radiate off the swamp, the marsh was comparatively... pleasant, if not just a little wet. Yes, walking through it was guaranteed to get your shoes filled with water and flood out your socks making walking a little bit uncomfortable, but it was certainly better than the other option-- being mobbed by vicious Pokmon like that pair of Ariados constantly-- by a thousandfold. Physical discomfort, after all, could always be overcome with a strong will, as Jemilie had demonstrated previously. However, instead of finding more wild Pokmon, she would encounter something far more interesting. There was a group of scientists, all wearing lab coats and large galoshes, as if they were on a research trip, which seemed to be the logical case. One of them was holding a specimen box in which was a Caterpie... with red markings, strangely enough, all across its green outer shell, but it was otherwise a regular Caterpie. One of them spotted the Salamence and its trainer and looked at it interestedly, pointing it out to the group who also took a look at it from a distance. One of them came up to Jemilie and Endymion, however, and looked them over. "Say, ma'am... Would you possibly be interested in helping us with our research? It's not a particularly difficult job that involves combat; all we ask is that you help us locate a Butterfree with similar red markings somewhere in this marsh; we assume this Caterpie has a parent, and we'd like to take it back to our lab in Pontarctica and get a better look at this kind of phenomenon. If you find and bring this Pokmon to our lab, you'll be paid when you deliver it. Will you help us?" The scientist making the request certainly looked eager to find the Butterfree. And his promise of a reward could certainly come out well-- not to mention Pontarctica was on Jemilie's destination list. Perhaps it would prove fruitful to help these researchers in their task? |
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| Shadowheart | Mar 11 2009, 03:27 AM Post #3 | ||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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0.3 Both pairs of eyes, human and dragon alike, scrutinized the researcher-type person before them for a good while in unperturbed silence. Each had their own train of evaluation, but essentially revolved on how this person must have some serious balls, not just to walk up to them without expecting possible hostility, but asking for a favor to boot. While to anyone else it might come off as a rather idiotic move, Jemilie wasnt so quick to dismiss it, having deal with her share of deception with seemingly harmless individuals. Street smarts might not be a high-enough skill they possessed- they were nerds, it was understandable- or perhaps they simply assumed that any trainer they come in contact with would be willing to make a quick buck. Not that their assumption wouldve been far off its mark. Jemilie was as poor as dirt at the moment. Endymions slit eye turned a bit, perhaps waiting on an order to attack. He was no more willing to accept the people as harmless as she was, but at least he had the prudence to check with her first. She ignored both Eny at the mans inquiring gazes, lazily looking at the group, the strangely-marked Caterpie they had in their possession, then back at the head that spoken to her. Sure, she said simply, holding up a Pokeball. Although you should probably know Im no fan of kidnapping Pokemon and sticking them under a microscope. But heyI guess I dont care enough either way. The orb exploded in her grasp, the atmosphere awash in the familiar light show preceding the trapped creatures appearance. The figure that emerged grew to a medium-sized being, though its long swan-like neck seemed to intensify its appearance as it rose its head regally over the flock. Wings unfurled from its sides, pristine and wispy, rolling like a cloud aloft and sailing in the distant wind. A very bird-like head fluted and tilted quizzically at the girl and the man, though the body that shifted to rest comfortably on her shoulder was as every bit as sleek and muscled as the larger reptilian beneath her, the feathers replacing scales only a keepsake of her once-avian nature. Take a good look at that, she told her, nodding to the insect in the jar. Were off to hunt another bug just like it. She lifted her arm to allow her to float- barely needing to shift her wings- closer to the box, studying the worm with her dark eyes like a predator eying its prey behind a secure plastic box. She trilled in confirmation to her trainer. Then fly, my pretty. Fly. Endymion watched with envy as the Altaria rose to the clouds with little resistance, high enough to take in a good view of the landscape and easily enough that she wouldnt need to come down for a good long time. When it came to aerial reconnaissance, Aura was always the best choice for the job; a former Police Pokemon trained especially to serve that kind of work. To the men, Jemilie said, Well, I guess well see you in Pontarctica then. Ill be sure to drop by your lab if we find yourButterfree-whatever. Hop to it Endy. The dragon and girl continued on foot, following the distant figure of Aura amongst the dreary skies. Gen Exp: 2.5 Egg Posts: 13/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Mar 11 2009, 03:36 AM.
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| Kirin | Mar 11 2009, 04:16 AM Post #4 | ||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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.3 ![]() This girl certainly had rare and exotic Pokmon! Altaria, Salamence... well, she was definitely a dragon-lover, there was no doubt about that. Perhaps she'd be good to have as a study focus for their own study on the rarest and most mystic of all the elemental affiliations, the dragon family. Maybe she'd even be able to help them assert the theory that all of the species of Pokmon were related somehow by their study of the Dragon-type and their shared roots. But no matter. She had accepted the task, and for that they were grateful. They gave her a hearty wave as she trudged off, then they proceeded to geek out over their acquisition of the Caterpie. They'd only put it in the specimen box so they could release it in the wild again and not have to capture it in the first place. Maybe they should've given her a large one for a Butterfree, but whatever. That was her problem now, and she'd get paid whatever the head coats wanted to give her when she completed the task. Meanwhile, the problem of locating this Butterfree was immense. There were many Butterfrees swarming about this area, but none of them seemed to have the red markings that made the Caterpie unique. It was going to take a little more looking than just having an Altaria soaring over the skies to find it, for... well, simply there just wasn't going to be enough accurate looking while going through the air so high, and even with Jemilie following along with the cloud-dragon's footsteps to search by land. It just wasn't an accurate method for searching if the Altaria couldn't spot it from on up high. Maybe a new strategy was required. If those scientists were right, and the reward was good, then looking a little harder was probabl.y worth it. And besides... who ever said it necessarily had to be in the puddlelands? The search could've taken the trainer and her allies anywhere in the Muskeg marsh. It was going to require strategic thinking and carefully-executed hunting, evidently. Was Jemilie fine with using such, and was she prepared to formulate a plan to do so? It could at least be said that the Altaria was still good at spotting, though... it did manage to find a strange tree with large amounts of sap leaking out of it. Perhaps that was a start. |
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| Shadowheart | Mar 14 2009, 06:09 AM Post #5 | ||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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0.3 (Damn. Its situations like this that I wish I had Xan with me. He makes stuff funner.) Wellthis was a little unexpected. There were actually lots of the damn bugs fluttering everywhere. Although one would think that would make her task infinitely easier, being able to spot the entirety of the population in one place without having to go through the pains of seeking them out herself. Everywhere she looked.Butterfree Butterfree Butterfree Butterfree Butterfreeyet no red-marked wonder. About as fun as looking for a needle in a shitpile. Aura descended to pass word to her trainer, motioning to a tree in the distance which seemed to be what was garnering the bugs attention. Well, its a start, Jemilie sighed, and headed up that way. Check out those critters fluttering about if any of them are what were looking for. Endy, you go, too. Both dragons disappeared over the fields- though not before earning a heavy scowl from Endymion- and she proceeded alone to the place Aura indicated. Already the sickly sweet stench of sap wafted up to her before she could make it out against the gloom- a dark substance slathered against the bark and obviously the treat the insects were after. If she actually liked insect Pokemon, she probably would have been more enthused, knowing a myriad of other types, not just Butterfree, enjoying the succulent splendor of sap. Heracross were especially notorious for having a taste for such things, and they were powerful, well-rounded creatures. Too bad she really didnt take an interest in them; the only insects she liked were Scyther. And irrelevant, since she didnt plan to do any hunting besides this particular exception. Everything else can just burn. The next dragon to be introduced to the setting was Hiryu, somewhat of an insect himself as his earlier forms bore strongly such characteristics prior to his evolution, in the same manner as how Aura had once been more birdlike. The multifaceted visors adorning his eyes attested to his insectoid heritage, much to Jemilies unease as he had a tendency to poke them around her constantly, as if knowing it would bother her. Stop it, she ordered firmly, halting his advance with a hand to his muzzle, and, at an afterthought, pushed him lightly against the tree. Here. Start wearing this. Grabbing one of his arms, she started rubbing the sticky substance on it. It took a lot of staring and pushing around before Hiryu got into the idea of smearing nasty, sticky stuff all over his pristine scales. And what would this accomplish? Hell if Jemilie knew. She just thought itd be funny candy-coating one of her dragons, thinking it would actually do anything useful. Perhaps attract more bugs as they went along? She certainly wasnt going to bust her butt looking for something that probably wasnt going to even be worth the prize she was promised. Theyll find it when it wants to be found. Till then, theyll continue on their own merry frolic. ((In other words, using the sap on Flygon to attract whatever, not just the Butterfree. Since its a FLYgon, its thought to be a bit more amiable to approach by insects than the other dragons. And onward going to original destined path. Weee.)) Gen Exp: 2.8 Egg Posts: 14/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Kirin | Mar 15 2009, 02:04 AM Post #6 | ||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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.3 ![]() There's not too much to be said here. the presence of the Flygon was certainly a little more amiable than the presence of, say, a Charizard, considering most everything out was a Bug-type and it at least looked like a bug to blend in. The tasty sap covering it probably helped some, too. Indeed, some of the bugs ventured closer, but eventually left after they realised it wasn't sap still from the tree, but coating a Pokmon. Unofrtunately, none of them were that red-marked Butterfree. So, on Jemilie and her merry band of adventure-seeking Pokmon continued, walking through the Puddlelands in search of a red-marked Butterfree all while continuing towards their goal of distant Pontarctica. Soon, the wetness of the Puddlelands began to meter off, before there were a few small trees scattered around the place. Perhaps one could call them 'sparse shrubs'. Maybe. Anywho, there was also the side-effect of having lots of Pokmon fly past, as may have previously been intimated. One such creature, a thing by the name of Ledyba, decided to come up and investigate the fresh sap smell that was emanating form something. However, unlike most of the monsters that had come up to investigate, it... decided to start licking the Flygon. A lot. Sap was a tasty snack, and this flying thing had lots of it! Maybe it was a flying tree! And so the Ledyba tried munching on the larger creature, but to no avail. Probably really creepy. It didn't seem otherwise harmless, but still. Ew. D: ----- Reached: Sparse Shrubs ![]() Lv. 45, 135/135 ![]() - Nomming on the Flygon |
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| Shadowheart | Jul 21 2009, 12:54 AM Post #7 | ||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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0.2Hiryu observed the insect happily lapping at the sap with interest, wondering what to make of the critter. Jemilie seemed hesitant to separate it from its find, seeing as it wasn't even remotely what she sought and was otherwise not bothering any of them. She did take precautions not to wander too close- she and bugs...they could not mix. Hiking along without finding a trace of the elusive red-marked wonder, entertaining musings that their mission was a complete waste of time. Vast as the wastelands were, yet with vegetation scarce enough that there would barely be any place to hide anything from her, or Aura's, or Hiryu's sweeping gazes. Backtracking through the dead rotting trees and the rest of the poison-filled muck where insect life was much more likely wasn't an option in her list. A bubble of laughter suddenly penetrated the depressing atmosphere, and she looked up to see the Flygon twisting animatedly, the Ledyba apparently doing some number of damage to him with its probing tongue. ...What a sick thought. She shook her head and continued on their northward trek. The last of the greenery was beginning to thin out, giving way to the open area of the deadlands, the cold, and the city that lay amongst the vast sheets of snow to come. Aura's form continue to ride high in the sky, trying to catch any color amongst the bleak, colorless backdrop below her. Gen Exp:3.3 Egg Posts: 15/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Kaizanu | Jul 21 2009, 11:58 AM Post #8 | ||||||||||||||
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Gen.EXP; 0.3 ------------- Eventually, the Ledyba decided that the Flygon was not at all as tasty as its green appearance gave it. Oh well, giving the Flygon one, last love-bite, the Ledyba was back on its way to the sap of the tree... that was tastier anyway. With the parasite gone, all seemed calm now, and the otherwise sparsely populated lands were boring. The two fliers could see, in the distance, the slowly increasing dark hue of the lands, indicating the high moisture out on the horizon. What happens next is strange. And maybe a little far fetched. From out of the sky, the very bird, sharing the same name, comes down, screaming! AH. Plop. In your face, quite literally, a Farfetch'd clings, holding onto your face with any means necessary. Its soft plumage and hard beak scratch and peck at you. AH! Maybe it's those feathers in your hair? ![]() Lv. 50 150/150- Clinging to your face. |
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| Shadowheart | Jul 22 2009, 12:14 PM Post #9 | ||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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0.2 ![]() The girl's reaction was to scream and flail about at the random and unprecedented attack on her person. Most people would just be pissed. Unfortunately, Jemilie was 2/4ths anger, and couldn't really spare anymore for the uncommon avian mutilating her face. Her nails dug into the plump form, ripping it away in a powerful fling, a few strands of her hair going with it. Shadowing its course was a flash of emerald, growing steadily into the massive form of Hiryu- jaws agape, eyes flashing into the multifaceted visors, and blue green sparks emerging from the depths of his throat. In some hindsight, Jemilie might have wished to question what agitated the Farfetch'd to suddenly go berserk on her like that, but her mind was concentrated on watching the sonovabitch burn. Lv 49 196/196-Using Dragonbreath vs LV 50 150/150Gen Exp: 3.6 Egg Posts: 16/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Maverick | Jul 23 2009, 04:18 PM Post #10 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 Blue flame gushed from the flygons throat and swept over the fugly little bird thing. It squawked. It burned. It threw its leak down in disgust. You might not ever know what this things issue was, but it was determined to have out its bad day on you. With a feisty little stomp it struck to the air and flashed down through the sky to rake its claws over the flygon with a vicious air slash. Then, retreating for the leak, it came about for its next strike, wings glowing a faint purple as the only indication of the night slash to come. Lvl 49 142/196VS Lvl 50 93/150~getting ready to night slash~ |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 1 2009, 09:56 AM Post #11 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 Temper temper. This huffy deviant wasn't making her trip any easier, but the girl had to admit it was a pleasant change of pace, especially now that she would not need to feel any regret for thoroughly kicking its ass. Pokemon did what they could to survive, she understood as much. Even with her cold demeanor in the face of watching her creatures pick apart the weaker denizens, she did feel a niggling sense of guilt having to take advantage of them. But, just as they fought for their lives, so did she. Survival, that turnabout game, but one with the clearest rules: be the strongest and you'll win. But strength had so many interpretations- it was always easy to be undone, a creature as insignificant as a Farfetch'd bringing down a legendary predator like Flygon. What strength did they lack? Did it have the better wiles, the faster speed, the more techniques in its arsenal? Or was it more world-wise, contending with creatures like her Hiryu often enough to know how to handle them, while Hiryu himself was only restricted to those beasts Jemilie knew he could beat. Her Pokemon barely needed to struggle with her at the helm, directing their lives smoothly over the rough ocean of the wilderness. It was her own experience that they learned to deal with their violence. The Air Slash was nothing. Powerful yes, the searing air rent a fine line across his emerald scales, displacing most of the smaller ones, but the earth-enforced nature buffered most of the damage. With the ruby visors filtering out the sand and grit tossed from the winds, he caught on quickly the Farfetch'd actions, seeing the momentum of its decent accompanied with the black light of its next attack unfurling on its wings. "Disappear, Hiryu," she advised. "Make a nice exit." She figured the Flygon knew what she meant without directly saying what she wanted. He had to- doing things on his own helped prepare them for the tougher trials ahead. And sure enough, the dragon, instead of charging to meet the hellion midair, fell back on his haunches, heavy tail sweeping up the dirt into massive obscuring clouds. Faster and harder, the end fins slicing off chunks of ground, those too being tossed about, wings flapping powerfully and stirring the air in a whirlwind of gravel and rock that continued to spread and become more violent, until Jemilie was forced to back away from the raining debris. From the outside the growing storm, Hiryu's massive figure seemed to disappear, just as the Farfetch'd neared to strike. LV 49 142/196Holding: ![]() -Using Sandstorm to blind it then a Faint Attack vs Lv 50 93/150-Night Slash Gen Exp: 4.2 Egg Posts: 17/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 1 2009, 10:11 AM.
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| Frac | Aug 1 2009, 02:37 PM Post #12 | ||||||||||||||
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(0.3 )The pokmon gang wars raged on. The East Side Farfetch'd be all up in SupaFlygon's face, and ain't no weak-ass sandstorm gonna deter it from cutting it up. Just then, a nondescript black Cadillac wheeled up alongside the battle. The window rolled down, and a gloved hand brandished a strange gun. It sucked up the kinetic energy from both pokmon's attacks, and shot it back at their intended targets. While both pokmon reeled from the gunshots, the Cadillac sped away into the distance, another brutal reminder of the dangers of old-school pokmon battling. Flygon looked the better of the two, and that wasn't counting the biting sand that now impeded the Farfetch'd. This has been a drive-by modding. Have a nice day. ~~~~~ LV 49 106/196Holding: ![]() -Using Sandstorm to blind it then a Faint Attack vs Lv 50 35/150-Night Slash Sandstorm: 1/5 |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 2 2009, 01:59 AM Post #13 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 Lol?...Jemilie wasn't going to ponder about what just happened. Strange things always happened. Things that clawed and frayed the edges of possibility, their existence only serving to drive the sane mad and the mad...madder. It was bad enough she was already near-insane with the nightmarish beings and inexplicable dimensional-shifting she had the fortune of encountering over the course of this ill begotten journey. It was just the wiser choice to simply accept it and move on. The ruin on the landscape was beginning to grow to extensive proportions, the sandstorm's velocity picking up, turning the once placid air into treacherous territory to all but the creatures that resisted- or were a part of- the now-airborne earth. Hiryu's great shadow climbed easily in the obscuring whirlwind, moving with the debris and letting the winds of his flight further encourage the calamity, mercilessly pelting his attacker over and over with larger and larger chunks of earth detaching themselves from the ground. Tremors coursed beneath their feet, the forces growing more hungry, more demanding, more violent... This is getting out of control, Jemilie thought worriedly, struggling to peer through her refuge behind a dense bush without losing her eyes to a random flying shard of rock. It was hard enough to see in any case; the storm smothered the sunlight and basked the area in a hellish gloom, the swift-moving shadows of the two Pokemon all she could pick out. What she made to be Hiryu was no longer in flight, but thrashing violently on the ground, horns and finned tail cleaving the earth with all the impressive power he possessed, his wings sweeping the loosened bulk upward to be carried away into the winds. It wasn't just fine granules of sand that flew in the air now, but almost bolder-sized pieces of soil and rock that could really do damage when they finally fell and struck something -her included- if she didn't do something fast. HIRYUUUUUUUUUUUU! she screamed over the roar, cupping her hands over her mouth. ENOOOOUGH! STOP! DESIST! CUT IT OUT, DAMMIT! She dropped to a crouch, contemplating on releasing Solomon for shelter beneath his hard-as-steel hide, at least long enough to keep from being brained before she could recall the crazy Flygon. In the instant her fingers caressed the orb's surface, however, the din and whip of the winds begun to die down, replaced with the ever-growing patter of debris as gravity took control once more. She yelped as a fairly large rock caught her temple, slicing through the shrub along with dozens more, hardly providing the protection she hoped. It was like holding an umbrella against a rain of bricks, and it was all she could to to cower into a smaller ball and hope she could walk away without being battered to death. She was barely aware of a massive shadow passing over her then until she felt it press itself down upon her, becoming a rough, solid shield, and the beating against her back ceased. Through her arms covering her head, she recognized Hiryu's earthy scent and relaxed, waiting out the dying storm under his reassuring bulk. Though the calm was short-lived. What was that about? she demanded when she could hear herself again, glaring up at the emerald dragon and touching the side of her head gingerly where the rock hit her. It throbbed and burned and, to her dismay, was sticky with her blood, leaving a fine coating on her fingers as she glanced at it. Lovely. She didn't need to look at herself to tell that there was probably more nasty scrapes waiting for her, not to mention her skin stung with sand trying to burn itself into her pores. She glared up at him when he made no response. Hiryu's expression was nondescript, the ruby-tinted lenses giving no hint to what he was thinking behind them, though his head inclined apologetically. You better be sorry! A sandstorm is exactly what it is- sand! Not a rock storm or a boulder storm! Coulda killed something out there. Or me. She hissed and shoved away in a huff, trying to shake off the damage. Maybe she was being unfair, as she'd later look back, but she was in too much pain to forgive easily. As soon as she'd gotten a few feet away, her anger begun to dissipate as she took in her surroundings...or what was left of it. If the place wasn't desolate enough before, it was the very epitome of the word now. Fine dust still clung to the air, haunting the tattered forms of shrubbery and other vegetation that managed to thrive around these parts, the ground pitted and littered with sharp-edged rocks of every size. Winds powerful enough to pave the earth, perfectly depicting the centrifugal force with the scars on the surface, eventually leading to the center where a massive hole was rent, thanks to the dragon's momentary lapse of control. There wasn't a trace of the irksome Farfetch'd to be found. The gaping maw opened wide before her, revealing the dirt and rock hardened through years of barrenness- yet the Flygon tore through the deeper layers with such ease that Jemilie couldn't shake off the shudder running down her spine. This is what her dragons were capable of, she realized. Death, destruction...nothingness in the blink of an eye. The calm that always seemed to surround them belied the unspeakable power they possessed. Just how much control did they have over that power...how much control did she have over them? The loyalty she'd managed to earn was her only safety net- a mere human was nothing to them, little more than an insect and just as easily flicked aside should they choose to follow their own design. It wasn't like training other Pokemon, who had their own share of temperaments yet possessed a reassuring degree of control- dragons were treading a razor thin line between calm and chaos, a single misstep could break the fragile thread that kept their legendary might in check. It was a warning of what could happen when she lost focus, when she didn't take their overbearing strength seriously enough, as even they could fall victims to themselves. Jemilie turned away from the painful reminder to see Hiryu lumber around the expanse, tail lashing at the ground in agitation. Now and then he would swing it at a rock, sending it sailing like a bullet, or slam it into the ground with enough force to send even more flying. The ruby filters were opaque, frustration curling the dragon's lips back and revealing the dagger-like teeth underneath. Her caught her breath, taken aback in his swift change of attitude. This was the first time she'd ever seen him upset since she received him as a Trapinch from Jolt, for anything other than simple dislike towards her. They certainly had not started out as friends, but his belligerent nature had all but improved with time and a lot of patience, to the point where those worries and fear were long forgotten memories. Unlike Hwajeh and the rest, she didn't know the dragon long enough to know what to do in this case, apprehension threatening to choke her. A dragon's mind was unpredictable, even one as seemingly straightforward as Hiryu, the consequences of incurring his temper as evident as the lifelessness that surrounded them. Cautiously, she walked towards him, speaking softly. Hiryu, what is it? Are you hurt? His head snapped towards her, a hollow hiss echoing through his teeth. Eyes burned a deep crimson behind the lenses, freezing her in place with their intensity. There was no mistaking it now- he was definitely pissed, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why. Surely he couldn't be mad because she was mad at him? It wasn't her fault for being hysterical about nearly being killed by his own attacks! Their gazes held for a moment, though for Jemilie it felt like an unbearably long wait. Under Hiryu's savage leer, she felt alone and helpless; it was all she could do to stare calmly back, feign indifference and wait for him to turn away. That's how you dealt with creatures stronger than yourself- you never showed them you were afraid, or give them a reason to doubt you. And you never let them have their way. Reinforcing herself with that knowledge, her head inclined at imperious angle, stubbornly unwavering in this staring contest, determined to go on all night if she had to. Fortunately it wouldn't have to come to that, Hiryu's expression finally beginning to relent some, the fiery glow of his eyes receding and clearing the fog behind the lenses. A lizardy flick of his tongue sealed away his pearly whites, replacing the thunderous expression to one of curiosity. Almost in a blink, the dangerous legendary creature that had been sneering at her disappeared, regaining the familiar innocence she was accustomed to. With a wary sigh, she gingerly placed her hand on his snout, satisfied when he didn't turn away or react negatively, and smiled. So we're still cool, right? she asked lightly, gaining a playful, enthusiastic nuzzle in response. So unlike the seriousness of the last few minutes, she couldn't help but laugh in relief. Definitely no strange murderous dragon here- he was still her same playful Hiryu. Watching his head nod up and down, the horns singing with a faint, empty 'whoosh', she finally noticed what was wrong, and her smile faded. Hiryu, where's your Soothe Bell? His head jerked away from her hand, eyes lambent with alarm. Slowly, his form seemed to crumble, hunching lower and curling the tail he'd been using to crush and slam rocks about around him, sinuous as a cat's. So, that's what was up. And to think he was mad enough to nearly rip her a new one! All this grief...over a bell? Jeez, you are something else, Hiryu. Stupid dragon. Her tone was light and lacked any real harshness, but it made him tuck his head back further in quiet humility. It might've just been a bell to her, and truthfully, that's all it probably was. But he wore that bell gladly, enjoying its calming, melodic chime, serving as a symbol of their growing friendship. It didn't change anything: humans had still taken him from his home, he was being told to fight for them, and he still found it a difficult prospect to accept, enjoying freedom above all else. But this girl's warmth- her friendliness, her concern, her guidance- felt quite inviting, dampening that helplessness he feared and made his situation quite livable. She helped him grow and gain the power of flight, no other experience he could have ever found on his own that would give him such rapture, unbound and unfettered. And she'd given him a bell- an annoying thing he found at first, chiming incessantly with every move- but grew to respect the gift and its promise of happiness. He feared her anger, losing the object he knew must've been precious to her. Yet seeing her composed and caring very little for it made him realize how much he did. The stupid thing was always chiming in his ear, and he longed for the sound once more. It was almost as if he could still hear it even now... Jemilie turned around, and he followed her gaze. From within the massive hole his enraged Sandstorm had made, a scuffled creature struggled to raise itself over the lip, steadying its climb with one badly-twisted fig. They stared, not for the creature, but for the notch on that particular fig, where the errant Soothe Bell happily hung. And when the beast finally pulled itself over with one more grunt, they stared at it for the first time in disbelief. 'That bitch is still alive?' she thought incredulously, shaking her head. Yes, in all its bitchy glory, her former source of enmity was still standing, hardly unscathed from the fierce attack she had to endure, but in far better health than Jemilie would have given her credit for. Bitch must've managed to hide somewhere during the storm. And, as her beady eyes looked smugly from human to dragon, watching their reactions as she raised her leek higher and sounded her find, she knew she had the upper hand in this situation now. Soothe Bells...they were rare and difficult to come by. Even Jemilie caught her breath, hoping the stupid Farfetch'd wasn't thinking of doing something unpleasant. She could almost tell what it was thinking by that sleazy way it looked...it was written all over its stupid face, which didn't help her hopes of getting their bell back in one piece. Behind her, the dragon had straightened, gently placing her aside and stepping forward, tail once again actively beating the ground around him. Kwa kwa, she barked in a distinctively sardonic tone, raising the leak and the bells higher above her, eyes gleaming in challenge. Hiryu halted his advance with an agitated hiss, tail still slashing its frustration. Grinning from ear to ear, the duck swung the leak around, twirled it, letting the bell jingle loud and clear across the plains, quacking with derisive laughter. Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa! 'Sadistic little shit!' Jemilie cursed, half a mind to catch it for evening's roast. And Hiryu seemed to mirror her response, tail continuing to thrash and shovel the hardened ground apart around him with a reckless abandon. It was strange, she finally noticed, staring at Hiryu and realizing all this thrashing wasn't being done out of anger. The ground behind him had turned to a heap of upturned earth- dry, hardened fragments of rock. And as the Farfetche'd continued to laugh up its victory, Hiryu finally moved. It was an imperceptible maneuver: an innocent sidestep and turn. But his tail raised, tensed, and smacked the loosened bedrock with a loud 'thwack' as he did. The laughing immediately died, quickly replaced with quacks of anger as one of the stones beaned the thing on the head. It didn't stop Hiryu as he turned once more, and swiped another volley. The stones, with surprising accuracy, struck the wing holding the leek, dropping it and the bell while she waved and quacked in pain. One more volley of stones, these ones hitting the duck Pokemon square in the chest with enough force to send her flying over the edge. The sounds of a long tumble down echoed to their ears along with what could be a duck's version of cursing...and at last, sweet silence. Jemilie was barely aware of her mouth hanging open, studying the Flygon as he nonchalantly scooped the coveted item in his jaws. "What the...where'd you learn to do that?" she demanded as he dropped it faithfully in her hand, wide grin and bright eyes the only answer she would get out of him. She didn't remember teaching him that move, that's for sure. But it was effective...creative. A strange method of attack, but as long as it finally got rid of that featherbrained pain in the ass, who cared? Shaking her head again at the strangeness of it all- and receiving a painful reminder of her injury- she retied the Soothe Bell at its rightful place on Hiryu's right horn, watching his eyes light up appreciatively. "Well, I'm glad you like it so much. Its all I can hope to give you right now. Its all I can hope to keep us going." She smiled and tapped the silver ball, the pure tinkle breaking the dead silence like itself a small glimmer of hope. ((Beh. Mini freeform. I was trying to go for Hiryu learning Stone Edge. If that's not good enough, I'd be okay with Happiness please. Hiryu's Sooth Bell doubles the happiness he earns. Oh, and be rid of that damn duck.)) Gen Exp: 4.5 Egg Posts: 18/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 2 2009, 10:17 AM.
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Hiya! So I already told you this in chat, but it bears repeating. Reading it, it didn't seem as long as it really was. xD Which was a good thing I guess. I read through it pretty quickly, enjoyed it, didn't get bricked by any errors... it was a nice little read. Hiryu learns Stone Edge, and gets +1 . And you're rid of the damn duck. +1 for that battle. Carry On. :D Edited by Steel Cerberus, Aug 2 2009, 11:40 AM.
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((Thankya again!)) And on they carried, the satisfied duo. No, never happy. Content, yes, maybe. Content with their presence, content with their health, their journey unimpeded, their futures still open. With the enthralling chime of the happy bell singing in time with their steps, spirits raised to take another and more, untouched by the the world's dark sobriety. ...Jemilie took to her hand a flute, already bored. It was a strange instrument from the old region- a relic, one could say. Unless this dimension had one as well, and she had no reason to doubt that possibility. Still, it was quite useful for something, and she was thankful she'd managed to get it when she could. It saved so much effort when it came to searching the right remedy for a lonely moment. In retrospect, she wondered why she never used it in the first place, especially since she still had a certain red-marked Pokemon to find. Maybe it will take the lure this time? She shrugged and played, enticing the critters all around to the beautiful tones, drawing them hither. -Using : Attracts Pokemon Gen Exp: 4.5 Egg Posts: 19/20 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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.3 So you decided to play your flute, in hopes of attracting pokemon. And your wish was granted, however it wasn't quite what you wanted. A pair of Grimer slid across the murky ground over to the sound of the flute. However they were plenty pissed off. This was due to the fact that your flute had woken them up, and they wanted to come investigate. The grumpy pair spotted you, as well of the source of the noise that had disturbed their peaceful slumber. They were making it obvious they pretty much hated you and started to exclaim, "Grimer! Grime! Grimer!" Although you were not able to even understand it, they were just telling you off. Oh but what was this? A third foe? Could it be? Yes, Yes it was. A tangela had followed the pair of Grimer. He was obviously just as angry as the other pokemon in front of him, and was shouting at you in it's language as well. What an annoying trio don't you think? Hopefully you'd be able to shut them up or at least get them off your back. ![]() LV 43 172/172 -screaming at you ![]() LV 40 160/160 -screaming at you ![]() LV 35 105/105 -screaming at you Edited by Curtis, Aug 2 2009, 06:56 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 2 2009, 08:37 PM Post #17 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 Both heads turned towards the noises, wily smirks glistening on their maws in satisfaction. "I suppose they didn't like my playing. I am getting a bit rusty." Stowing the fragile object back in its case, she turned to Hiryu and doused him with a quick spray of Super Potion. The great beast breathed and stretched, taking full form as the gelatinous forms made their way towards them. And...what's this? A mass of vines? That wasn't good, but it was better than nothing. Hiryu paused, turning towards her waiting for an order. The earlier battle was still fresh in their mind, and Jemilie was still ailing from the aftermath, but her smile and reassuring nod gave him the confidence to do what he had to. Unfurling his great wings, he took to the sky, up and above the disgruntled trio, hovering and watching, seeking the best point for his attack. "Rip them asunder!" she called, backing away from what was to come. It was a dangerous move, one she'd have Hiryu rarely use due to the stupendous force affecting not his his adversaries, but the entire arena as well. But since they were weaker and hampered by their blind rage, it would probably work in their favor. Putting as much distance from herself and the point of impact, she watched Hiryu ascend higher, gaining the height necessary to make his move. At the apex of his flight, nothing but a shimmering emerald figure against the sky, he paused, watching the three tiny figures below, deciding a central point amongst the throng was the best place. A self-confirming huff, and he was down, body flipped so his head shot first and his tail followed, blazing down with several times the speed it took him to climb, so fast a forcefield began to generate itself around him. From a distance, it looked like a falling meteor. Falling directly on top of the three Pokemon. ...In other news, Jemilie's egg finally hatched! A bright blue face emerged from her pack and instantly clamped on to a good portion of her hair. Kids. LV 49 156/196 Holding: ![]() -Using Fissure vs LV 43 172/172 LV 40 160/160 Lv 35 105/105Gen Exp: 4.8 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 2 2009, 09:08 PM Post #18 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 Shitmod Ho! Your Flygon did it's job well, and it slammed into the ground right into the middle of the trio, splitting it, and tearing it up. In this attack the trio of angry pokemon were hit and took the damage of this attack completely, just as your pokemon emerged from the battle victorious, and the trio was knocked out completely. Congratulations on your Flygon's glorious victory. .9 for knocking out male Grimer.8 for knocking out female Grimer.7 for knocking out female Tangela
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| Shadowheart | Aug 2 2009, 11:21 PM Post #19 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Well, that went really well. Well away from the cataclysm that was slowly spreading itself over the field, she walked on with flute in hand, listening to Hiryu's droning wings nearing back to her position, deciding to play another tune. The Pokemon here were so damn grumpy...but they made for good training. "Ow, you mind letting go of that?" She pried the small reptilian's jaws from her hair and set it in her arms. Large, luminous eyes stared innocently back at her while bubbles formed at the end of its pudgy snout. Cute, she couldn't help but thing. Darling infant, but she couldn't come up with a good name for him at the moment. She would have rathered keeping him in the safety of a Pokeball, but he needed the time to absorb this brand new world he'd broken into. 'At least you'll know off the bat the world isn't as bright and pleasant as it seems,' she thought with a bit of asperity, and continued on their march to Pontarctica. -Using : Attracts PokemonGen Exp: 5.1 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 2 2009, 11:27 PM.
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My first mod in forever, and I'm taking the short way out. .2 The flute you were playing put off a weird meloy. probably because Jemilles chesticles distracted anything close enough to hear it. In turn, such a thing would cause the flute to sound horrific even if it was some Mozart type shit. Except to someone else... someone who wasn't interested in boobs or tunes... but in life. 'Hello there, miss!' A voice echoed from just beyond the shrubs. 'What brings you out here?' Say hi to Bob Ross, painting a picture of the dreary Wetlands! Reached: Wetlands Edited by Jolt, Aug 4 2009, 01:08 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 5 2009, 11:58 AM Post #21 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Jemilie paused in midstep, instantly turning in the direction of the voice, Totodile dangling from her head. The Flygon right behind her did the same, tensing and waiting for any possible orders. Humans were not viewed favorably, just as wild Pokemon were, and Jemilie's refusal to her Pokemon interacting with them furthered their distrust and made them protective. Jemilie's mind worked the same way, although she could see from the scene that her fellow human was not at all dangerous or threatening. But the mere fact that he was in the middle of a godforsaken place like the Wetlands, painting of all things, didn't do to sooth her in the least. Many of the most innocuous of scenes belied dark intent. "I would ask you that, sir," she said, parting away the shrubbery to get a better look of the man. "A traveler coming though. I don't imagine this place brings very many of them." Gen Exp: 5.5 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 5 2009, 09:17 PM Post #22 | ||||||||||||||
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.2 "No... I'd have to say your the first in a while." this man said said glancing at you for a moment before turning back to his artwork. He began to make carefully calculated lines with his paintbrush as he continued talking to you. "This place isn't seen by many people, yet I find myself constantly coming back. The scenery is just beautiful." He kept on. This guy was a real art freak... or at least that's what it looked like. He had on a old tan colored shirt with a few holes in it. This piece of clothing was also spotted with paint in many places. Obviously suggesting that he wore it an awful lot. His hair was in a matted mess as if he had been camping out here for days or something, small speckles of paint on his cheeks. However unappealing this guy's appearance was, one had to admit he seemed like he had a true respect for nature. He turned back to you before asking, "So where are ya heading to stranger?" His tone was quite friendly, as well as sincere. Didn't seem all that dishonest, but shouldn't really be trusted so easily. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 5 2009, 10:06 PM Post #23 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Torn between answering the man and simply going on her way, Jemilie stood there for a moment pondering on the implications of this scene, before finally coming to the conclusion that all of if didn't really matter. This man's business with capturing the forlornness of uninhabited landscaping was none of hers to begin with, and as long as he didn't try anything funny, everything would be groovy. She made no comment on his interpretation of beautiful. In a morbid light, perhaps, one could consider it so. The beauty of death, the antithesis of existence. All which we loath and fear brought meaning by this decrepit wasteland... "The next town. You probably know of it," she answered his query simply. He would have to- how else did he survive out here without at least one or two rounds to the local market for supplies?Although from the looks of him, it didn't seemed he had very much of it.Come to think of it, taking in his unmaintained person, she had to wonder just to what point of obsession his work has taken him into. Perhaps it would be better to leave. Now. And not arouse something truly awful. "Well...lovely meeting you. We'll not further interrupt your work and be on our way." Gen Exp: 6.3 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 6 2009, 04:15 PM Post #24 | ||||||||||||||
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.2 "Oh yes Of course. I know the place." he said with a bit of a laugh. He realized that he didn't have the best kept appearance, and this was mainly because there was absolutely no way to stay clean in the middle of a marsh, or as a painter. The two combined weren't exactly a pretty sight to see. He turned back to his artwork for a moment as he put a few more strokes of paint on the canvas. He turned back to you when you spoke up again, with the biggest smile on his face. "It's always nice to see a friendly face, and I had a wonderful time talking with you." Not many trainers ever took the time to stop and talk to him, hell with the way he always looked... Nobody really stopped to even say hello. It was a nice change, and he could tell you were about to leave. "Oh wait just a moment dear. I have something that you'd probably get more use out of than me." He said reaching back behind the Canvas for a moment and grasping something. When his hand emerged from behind the painting, it was holding a plate looking thing. It was square in shape and pink in color. "I really have no clue what it is, but it seems like something a Trainer would be able to use. Not just a simple artist like myself." He explained as he extending the plate out to you as if he wanted you to take it. Little did he know it, but he'd actually stumbled on what was known as a Twisted Spoon. It would make Psychic type moves even stronger, but even if he had known, he wouldn't be able to use it anyway. Edited by Jolt!?, Aug 6 2009, 05:05 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 6 2009, 05:37 PM Post #25 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() Jemilie looked at the object proffered with distrust, but her eyes glimmered inquisitively. She was familiar with the object, once having it in her possession before trading it away for something she can't remember anymore. Carefully she took the utensil from the man and thanked him, tucking it away into a pocket. None of her Pokemon -save Endymion- could make any use of it for the moment, and on her person was the safest place to keep it. "A pleasure meeting you as well," she admitted lightly, tossing her hair aside. "Your dedication to your work is quite admirable, although I'd recommend you watch yourself out here. The creatures in these parts really are quite vicious." Perhaps it came with living in isolation and such a dingy, lifeless place. The tain was infectious, and she decided it was best to reach Pontarctica as soon as she could. "The name's Jemilie Varso, by the way. Remember that if you ever get around and happen to hear about me," she tossed over her shoulder as she went on their way. Most likely not, but it was the least she could do to return the favor for a small gift of kindness. (Psst...FP...?) Gen Exp: 6.5 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 6 2009, 06:33 PM.
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.3 +2 for being nice to Bob Ross"I'll keep taking my chances, but thanks for the advice." He retorted with a smile. She really had a kind heart from what Bob Ross could tell, and she seemed like just an all around good person. He was happy to have met her. However like all people she had to be on her way, and turned her back on him as she started to walk. He watched her for a few moments, hearing her comment and nodding his head in a yes. He then turned and continued with what he had been doing before you had even showed up. Painting, Painting, Painting. It was his life. With that you moved out of the Wetlands, and into an area that appeared to be made almost entirely out of puddles. The puddles were only about ankle deep, so they wouldn't ruin your clothes.... Much. |
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o.2 ![]() SPLASH. And there goes one foot, slipping into the sludge and into a wayward pool, soaking her sneakers. The girl spared a groan of disgust and kept on treading, taking care to avoid the ever-growing wetness surrounding her. This wasn't healthy- pretty soon they'll be hitting the frozen alps and it just would do to still be wet by then. Hopefully they're reach Pontarctica long before touching the rougher weather. Hiryu had separated himself, flying ahead to get the blood pumping and relive the new-found rush of being able to soar the clouds. The baby Totodile hanging from her hair had finally fell asleep, and she placed it inside a Pokeball in the meanwhile so that her hair could breath again. The land's once solid surface had gradually degenerated to soft sludge, making the trek even more difficult. Somehow, she didn't feel to call Hiryu to simply fly her over to their destination, as it would've been infinitely less time-consuming, but she relied on the earth dragon to keep those pesky creatures at bay and couldn't avoid to further cripple his health. Their training, besides, was not through. and she was not about to call it quits quite yet. Pulling out the alluring instrument once more, she taunted them with its sweet melody, coaxing them to follow. Daring them. Let's see what you got. (Does it mean I'm in the Puddlelands now?) Gen Exp: 7.1 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 7 2009, 11:13 AM.
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.2 ![]() I assume you're in the Puddlelands, yeah. Let's go with that. There were puddles everywhere, all ready to ruin your shoes and make you freeze when you got into the cold weather, though it wasn't that cold yet. Your dragon flew on ahead of you, not bothered by the moisture at all, since he didn't even have to touch it. It may have been easier for him to just carry you, but... well, meh, right? Though you played the white flute... no Pokemon appeared. It was as if they were afraid, and refused to obey the draw of the beautiful tune. But, what ever would cause such a thing? Surely not your dragon, considering that hadn't stopped the wild critters before... but, that was part of it. Not enough, but part of it. A dark shadow swooped over Jem, silent as the grave, disappearing into a nearby tree before she could get a good look at it. Maybe that was what was scaring everything off? -- ??? Level ??? ???/??? *Being a creepy flying dark shadow thinger* Edited by Steel Cerberus, Aug 9 2009, 03:54 PM.
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0.3 After a while of playing the flute, she finally glanced around in agitation, wondering where the hell the Pokemon went. Surely there were still some that lurked about nearby- the area wasn't as barren as its appearance might want you to believe. Then again, as the lull of the flute gave way to silence, Jemilie noticed it was getting to be a little too quiet. The air was stale; no wind stirred, no breeze to be felt or heard. Nothing broke the silence save the drone of Hiryu's distant wings and her own breathing. Her eyes looked down at her hand to confirm it was indeed the White Flute she was playing, not the Black Flute, which did the opposite and repelled Pokemon instead of attracted, only further baffling her on its lack of effect. The uneasiness of the absolute emptiness of life stretched its freezing claws around her, coercing her to move in haste. She didn't know, she couldn't tell...but something was wrong with this. It couldn't have just been her doing... And there! Something moved! She couldn't have missed it even if she wanted to- whatever great beast the shadowy apparition was had passed over here, clear as day- save its features, moving too fast and appearing too suddenly for her to notice -disappearing just as it appeared, no imprint left for the girl to confirm if it was real or stress starting to screw her senses. But her heart was racing...she knew what she saw. Hiryu was still rode high, blissfully unawares- she could whistle back for him just in case the creature turned out to be hostile, but then she risked scaring it off before she could find out its identity. On the other hand, she could see for herself, still having four more capable Pokemon to summon to her aid, but she could be dead long before she could even slip her fingers fast enough to push a button. But what's life without a little risk? The awareness of her own possible demise made her blood rush, but the terror was unfounded, and she crept as quietly as humanly possible towards the gap in the trees where she last saw it disappear to. Gen Exp: 7.3 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 9 2009, 05:42 PM Post #30 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 ![]() As Jem approached, the tall looking form in the tree appeared to peer right back at her. The talons gripped the tree branch, the silhouette having three pronged horns and a sort of Aura of Doom about it. A soft, haunting hooting noise passed through the air from the figure in the tree, and the creature's head shifted from side to side, as if considering Jemilie. The creature hooted again, and hopped forward, revealing himself in all his Owlish glory to the light. The Noctowl was still too far away to tell too much about it, though. His eyes flickered, and seemed to waver as they locked onto the girl's... she'd start to feel a little sleepy. Hypnosis? Looks like it. Wonder what the bird was up to. -- ![]() Level ?? ???/??? *Trying to put Jemilie to sleep with a Hypnosis* |
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0.2 ![]() The 'hooting' should have given the silhouette's identity away instantly, but the call breaking the suffocating silence rattled her thoughts to the point that by the time she'd recovered and realized who the culprit could be, she was already enthralled deep in its hypnotizing glare. A cold aura was sinking into her mind, freezing activity and breaking down the earlier rush that prepared her to face whatever she might encounter. Alas, she wasn't prepared for this. Her lids grew heavy despite knowing she was succumbing to the hypnosis, body weak and unyielding as she mentally ordered herself to stand and turn away, call for Hiryu, get help. Her hand grazed the Pokeballs on her belt, but the orbs remained unactivated, her fingers along with the rest of her form falling to a dead limp to the sickening marsh ground. Her call for Hiryu was little more than a silent whisper, and she was out. Gen Exp: 7.6 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 9 2009, 06:22 PM.
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 9 2009, 06:45 PM Post #32 | ||||||||||||||
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.2 ![]() The owl tilted his head this way and that, thoughtful as he was at the trainer girl passed out at the bottom of his tree. Luckily for her, she was at the base, where there were no puddles, but only damp ground and tree roots. He wasn't worried about predators, with his presence there and everything, but he cast a glance over at the dragon flying up ahead. It would come back quickly, he was sure, but for now... he wanted to see what this girl was doing here. See what her story was. He opened his beak, spreading his wings and seeming to absorb something from Jem, before settling back down and closing his eyes. Off into the dreams~ -- "Well well, what do we have here?" Jemilie's dream world was dark, but not dangerous. Not even the swooping dark shape seemed threatening. Hey, he was intruding on her dream world, who knew what she had in here. "Another trainer coming through the marsh. Don't see many of you around here," The dream Owl landed before her, looking up a little to peer at her face. A head tilt to one side... a head tilt to the other, in true owl fashion. "Though lately I have seen a lot more things pass through," he sounded... not really disgusted by the sudden increase in visitors, but he didn't sound pleased either. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 9 2009, 07:18 PM Post #33 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() Have you ever felt the 'reality' of a dream? Sensations and images conjured by memory, sometimes strong enough to be indiscernible from the real thing. The disparity of time and space and the occurrence of the impossible, and the ethereal haze that soaked like deadening liquor were all that hinted of the illusion. And yet we always remained unaware. Just as she traversed the darkness, calm and unafraid, no recollection of what had just occurred yet feeling no need to for the moment. She cherished her dreamworld of dark shadows like a comforting cloak, the monstrosities it shaped bothering her not. They had always haunted her in her deepest subconscious, and she was always afraid they would emerge, revealing their grotesque misshapen forms the darkness had blessedly disguised. The turmoil of a homeless vagabond, however, had shown her things far worse than any nightmare her mind could fashion. It was because of that she did not fear, and looked up to the dream owl with some curiosity. "Well well, what do we have here? Another trainer coming through the marsh. Don't see many of you around here. Though lately I have seen a lot more things pass through." She mimicked the owl's action with a quizzical tilt of her own, lost in its words. Trainer...marsh...it took some time for the memory of her recent travels to return, and she remembered the owl, and its holding glare. "Passing through," she confirmed, albeit hazily, still out of the loop of things. "...Was passing through. My Pokemon and I. I don't remember if we did or not." Belatedly, she caught the particular stressed word and blinked up at it. "What do you mean 'more -things- pass through'? I take it you don't mean other trainers like me." Gen Exp: 7.8 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 9 2009, 07:53 PM Post #34 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 ![]() Though it wasn't possible in the confines of reality (or at least not very possible), the corner of the owl's beak quirked a little, betraying a slight smile. This was a pleasant change of pace, he wagered. He glanced around, taking in the world, and bits and pieces of Jem's mind and dreams, to get a feel. Indeed, just another traveling trainer. "You haven't, yet. I put you to sleep," the owl pointed out, almost merrily, fluffing his feathers up slightly before they all slowly flattened out again. A curious, feathered eye ridge/brow/thing quirked a little at her question, and he continued on. "I believe one of them held a trainer. But both were odd, flying contraptions. One that looked like a vessel of the ocean, held up by a balloon, while the other was something that I have never seen before. I haven't seen a trainer on foot for about a year now," he explained, righting his head and settling down to relax a little bit. It wasn't too terribly obvious, but he was rather enjoying the conversation, even if she wasn't quite all there at the moment. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 9 2009, 08:33 PM Post #35 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() No, the girl wasn't all there, and the Noctowl wasn't really helping out with coming to terms on this extraordinary occurrence. She scratched her head, raking her brains to decipher the bird's cryptic words. Put her to sleep...so had she fallen asleep somewhere, or was she asleep now? It was hard to tell since it sure felt like she was awake, though in some inner consciousness she recognized the boggy setting and knew it was somehow somewhere in dreamland. Noctowls...silly creatures with those abilities. She concentrated on the other comments. A vessel of the ocean, held by balloons...she would have penned the bird screwing around with her, but the image seemed familiar somehow. A boat on balloons...yes, she did remember one. Riding one, even, the thrill of sailing the air miles above, watching the city lights flicker below her like the stars above, talking to someone she somehow knew. A guy...Jolt? No. Billy? No. Saddleman? Eww, no... No, some guy she worked with...a teammate. Police? No. Twilight? No, a darker team. Not Rocket...Desolation. "Aris," she finally remembered with a nod. No wonder she had a hard time remembering him. She'd only met the guy once, part of a short-lived operation that never went underway. The contraption the Noctowl described fit his airship perfectly. "Aris' ride, all right. Supposed to be an airship of sorts. I only remember him cause I've only rode in it once and never saw him again." That could be said for a lot of people, though. No one was familiar to her in this region, no one she could truly call a comrade with absolute certainty. Perhaps a few people here and there proved to be pleasant enough company to bear, but not ones she can entrust herself to. From what she could understand, the trainers that -did- pass through were obviously not of the common cut. And obviously didn't hack their journeys the hard way as she did. "Sometimes its worth bearing a little pain and doing things the inconvenient way. It wouldn't be fun if it were that easy," she surmised quietly. Gen Exp: 8.1 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 9 2009, 10:56 PM Post #36 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 ![]() He bobbed his head when she spoke a single name, body bobbing with the motion too. "Oh, is that his name?" aha, knowledge. Whatever good it did him, though if the boy came this way again, he could mess with him a little by knowing his name. "Hm. It was an interesting thing, at the very least. Wish he would have come down here and explored a little, though..." he looked around. He liked talking to people, he really did. At what she said next, though, the owl had an unmistakable grin over his face. Aha, that was something he could appreciate. "That it wouldn't, now would it," he said softly, still grinning. "No fun without a little bit of pain..." He figured that this was a good of a time as any to get her name, since she still seemed rather zoned out, "Now, my dear, I don't believe I've had the chance to get your name," he said politely, bobbing his head, "I'm Morpheus," Edited by Steel Cerberus, Aug 9 2009, 10:57 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 10 2009, 11:27 AM Post #37 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() Such a strange fellow. It was slowly beginning to occur to her that she was talking to a Noctowl. Not that it was strange in itself- she have met her share of Pokemon that were capable of telepathic communication, even owned one of them, although telepathy wasn't a sensation she was comfortable with. The ability to form words through thought alone...it was hard to control thought the same way one can control the words spilling from their mouth. What was strange about it was that this particular Noctowl had come out of the blue to have this chat with her, submerging her in this dark dreamland and engaging in friendly conversation for who knows why. Her usual defense- distrust- was coming back as well, beginning to ponder the owl's implications with his easy comments and half-hidden grins. "Not that I enjoy pain," she corrected tersely, narrowing at the avian's amused expression. "It simply keeps things in perspective, between the things I want and the things I must endure to get. And keeping my mind in check, telling me I'm still alive though I feel like I'm not..." Just as being in a dream. Pinch yourself and you won't feel anything. But dreams can also make you feel pain as well. It wasn't as surefire as people wanted you to believe. She studied the Noctowl as he introduced himself. Morpheus. God of Sleep. Such a fitting name. She grinned to herself. "Jemilie. Pleasure meeting you, Morpheus." Her grin faded, returning to seriousness as she then asked, "So why have you come to me, then? Aren't you afraid I might try to beat you up or capture you or some other unpleasant thing trainers usually do? Unlike you, I wouldn't find our kind trustworthy enough for civilized conversation." A hypocritical statement, she knew, though it didn't mean that she thought herself any different. No matter how they could justify it, they still fought solely for their benefit. If there were other means, they were far less convenient than simply thrashing every creature they should come across. But she stood by her statement with a fixed stare, wondering if there was more this Morpheus intended than just shooting the breeze. She held five dragons in her pocket, one of which just decimated an area of land and their temperamental residents in a single strike. Under her orders. She wouldn't have seen that as friendly or good in the least. Gen Exp: 8.8 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 10 2009, 03:32 PM Post #38 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 ![]() He quirked his head to the side just a little bit, fluffy eyeridge/brow/thing quirking too, still looking rather amused. So curious, this one was. "That is... a good way to look at it. Hm," he pondered for a second, raising his wing-wrist to his beak and thinking. "I can relate to that..." the owl seemed to wilt a little, looking troubled. It lasted a few seconds longer then he would have liked, but he covered it up. He bowed after she introduced herself, wings spread wide, not caring that he was essentially letting his guard down to her for a second. The odd owl could sense that she was starting to become more aware, and wanted to ease her mind a little. "The pleasure is mine, really." He straightened himself up, preening one wing, ear turned to listen. Morpheus chuckled while she was talking, folding his feathers back up neatly and looking back to her fully, "Why do you think I put you to sleep? You can't call out your monsters if we're in here," he raised his wings as a show of peace at that, though, since his own statement was less then friendly. "But, do not think anything of it. I really do enjoy conversing with trainers. That's why I put them to sleep, so I may without having to worry. It's sort of lonely out here. Nothing but half frozen creatures, and thing that enjoy living in the muck. It's dreadfully lonely," Folding his wings away again, he tilted his head again, "And besides, I can only converse if I put a human to sleep anyways. Then, if they're hostile or unfriendly, I can just leave," he shrugged his wings, feathers fluffing up to make him like a ball of fluff for a second. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 10 2009, 06:06 PM Post #39 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() Jemilie felt no ease at Morpheus' explanation of things, even though his good humor revealed nothing that might give her pause in accepting his friendly gesture. In fact, it was that friendly gesture that made her the most uneasy when given the circumstances to provide for her kind cooperation. It wasn't unlike her way of doing things- she would have disabled Morpheus as he had done to her should he have proven to be a threat to her. But she didn't enjoy the thought of being at the mercy of the avian's spell. True, her physical body was rendered useless for the time-being, access to her companions denied to her. Hiryu still flew free, however; it was only a matter of time before he realized she was no longer following him. And Morpheus, if he was indeed a Noctowl and not- she dreaded at the possibility- another creature entirely, his body would be suspended in the same trance-like state, unable to escape once the dragon had seen what he'd done to her. They both, in a way, held an ace against the other. It was all she could do for the time-being to accept that his words were spoken in truth and not begrudge him a simple request for company. "I see," she sighed, and folded her legs, sitting cross-legged on whatever surface that held beneath her. "It must be a difficult plight to find someone to share yourself with. It's not hard to see why, from what I had to go through to get where I am now." She chuckled to herself, resting her chin in her hands. "I guess your situation is no different than mine. It is pleasant to converse with someone who honestly just wants to sit down and talk. The problem is, sometimes they want to do much more than that. It was easier to just avoid them all and forget the loneliness." Her eyes closed and she sighed again, trying to conjure up someone she'd have ever really comfortably related to. All she could think of was her brother, the very reason why she'd become a trainer in the first place, and her Pokemon, who would always listen but weren't exactly equipped for deep conversation. And, to a certain point, Garuda Ra, whom she still missed as badly as her own family. "So why remain here, Morpheus, and suffer this loneliness?" she inquired quietly. Gen Exp: 9.1 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 10 2009, 06:06 PM.
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| Steel Cerberus | Aug 10 2009, 06:58 PM Post #40 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 ![]() The owl continued standing where he was, not really able to sit since he was a bird. Though, he did politely shuffle back a few steps so she had room to sit without feeling crowded by the big bird. He preened his chest, aligning his feathers to form the triangle pattern again. "It'd difficult anymore, anyways," he said wistfully, looking off into the dark dream world with a tiny sigh. Ho hum... Oh, right, the girl. "Heh, well, I had gotten used to having someone to talk to at one point or another, but that seems to be a thing of the past," he ruffled his feathers again, only to preen them back into order, just for something to do. This was what he did, even while she asked her question, stopping afterwards and turning his head over. He turned it back upright before speaking again. "Because. I'm waiting for someone," he said finally. The owl didn't see any harm in telling her his story, since she was being so kind and understanding, talking with him like she was. Edited by Steel Cerberus, Aug 10 2009, 07:01 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 10 2009, 07:47 PM Post #41 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Again with the vagueness, although with her mind a little clearer, she could sense that Morpheus was probably speaking of something- someone- in particular. The way he would be busy with his feathers and look off wistfully hadn't gotten past her, jaded as she might've seemed. Her suspicions were confirmed when he finally answered her question without any particular inflection. "Because. I'm waiting for someone." That explained a lot, although she couldn't exactly sympathize. She found it foolish in her opinion. There was only so much time one could wait for someone, and from the sound of it, he'd been waiting for an immeasurably long time. How deep did his loyalty and trust run for him to stand here in desolation all alone? What became of the ungrateful wench who was worth bearing cold isolation? Was it worth the wait? Would they still be the people they once knew all that time ago? She frowned and turned away, a new inspiration suddenly hitting her. Ferro...he never came back either. How long had she been waiting for him herself before she finally got fed up and done something about it? How long had she been searching before she finally realized she would probably never see him again? How long has it been since she actually cared? "And if that someone never comes, what then?" she asked. Gen Exp: 9.4 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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.3 ![]() Morpheus chuckled a little when she looked away. Not a surprising response, really. He must have seemed like a fool to her, but he didn't mind. It was his little lot and he was fine with it, for the most part. "I'm not sure," he admitted finally, tilting his head owlishly at her. "I suppose I'll just stay out here, meeting travelers when they pass through, and live out my life in the swamps. I never really thought about things beyond staying here, really," he looked down at the floor, remembering. His trainer... his trainer had left him here, a long time ago. He still had hope that he would come back, but so far he hadn't. Before now, he'd never really considered the boy never coming back. Maybe it was time he started. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 10 2009, 09:05 PM Post #43 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Morpheus' answer cause a strange sardonic grin to spread over her lips. Garuda Ra would have rung this guy's neck. It the kind of thinking that started the fight between them, all those years ago. The unspoken bind between a Pokemon and its trainer. The unrelenting loyalty that would inevitably bring about its end...he never could forgive the humans for thinking that a Pokemon's life was devoted solely for them, lumping her with the rest of them, believing she was no different. Their friendship was a shallow lie, for at the end of the day, it was one who always had to submit to the other, and never the other way around. She couldn't have stopped him as he walked away, afraid to confirm what he accused her of being, and afraid that maybe he had been right all along and didn't deserve to be with him. The disparaging reminders of the past she tried forgetting were starting to get to her, and she stood up again to shake off the irritation. "I don't agree," she said in a firm tone. "You're not happy here. You can't just live on crumbs like this, waiting forever for the meal to come. I think its high time you left this dump and start thinking about what you want to do with your life." Her hands shoved into the pockets of her oversized jeans, looking up at the lifeless black space. "I can't think of why you would stay here. Because you were ordered to or because you truly believe he would care enough to come back. Its not my business either way. But to do penance for someone else...that's just a sad waste. You're your own person now. Stop letting someone lead you and take charge on where you want to go." She stared down at her hands, remembering that old hopefulness that so cursed her all those years. "I'm waiting for someone as well, but I can't stand watching the world go by without me. I couldn't waste my life waiting for someone else- my life was waiting for me." She clenched her hands...she knew she did, for as long as she could, but couldn't feel the ache no matter how hard she clenched. "You've no obligation to remain here. Live your life. You aren't getting another," she ended with a sigh. She wasn't really good with these inspirational talks, she one of the most pessimistic people in the region. But life...she did feel strongly on never wasting a moment of it. As long as I live it my way, I'll die with no regrets. Gen Exp: 9.7 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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.3 ![]() He was a bit surprised when she suddenly stood up, and jerked back a little to show it. What... what had he said that suddenly upset her? Ah, that was it. His situation. Morpheus stayed quiet, feather horns twitching at her words, the gears in his head turning. What she was saying was painfully obvious, really, though the bird had never considered it. It was that bond that she had thought about before that was keeping him here... refusing to believe he had been abandoned because he was a bit strange. "Not getting another..." he said quietly, looking away. He seemed to be deep in though, thinking of happier times, and to his more recent life in the swamps. He... he could find something better out there, couldn't he? Or he could see the world... being strong and evolved, slightly more wise then the average Noctowl. Maybe he could even befriend another human to tag along with... see more of the world. Not that he was afraid to go by himself, but the thought had never struck him. Morpheus looked back at Jem, looking solemn, but... thoughtful? "I think... I will consider it..." A hoot back in reality snapped Jem out of her deep sleep, the Puddlelands still devoid of any other life... so nothing tried to munch on her while she was out. The form of her dragon was coming closer, having realized that she wasn't with him. Up in the tree, Morpheus tilted his head at her, then the other way. With a final hoot, he opened his wings, flapping them a few times before taking off, in the direction that she had come from. More then likely so he wouldn't scare everything off from her, wherever she was going. As he took off, somewhat slowly, a piece of paper fluttered down, attached to a length of string. Whiteish, with purple/red markings on it... and a brown feather tied with the tag. A Cleanse Tag. But, even with the owl's departure in the opposite direction, the rest of the Puddlelands were free and clear of anything... leaving Jemilie able to move to the next landmark without any more interruptions. |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 11 2009, 05:13 PM Post #45 | ||||||||||||||
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0.4 She watched Noctowl's retreating form and picked up the object left behind. Symbols left on its surface, imprinting the incantations that warded the evil ones away, and attached to it, a single feather, a reminder that the experience was not as much as a dream as she'd thought. She cradled the paper carefully in one hand, smiling to herself. She could only hope that Morpheus was now heading int the direction of his new future. His future. The winds began to pick up, and Hiryu's massive form landed easily behind her, an inquiring look to his face and following her gaze towards the disappearing Noctowl. "He's no threat to us now," she soothed him with a pat on the arm and moved the opposite way, an agenda of their own waiting for them as well. Hiryu tilted his head in confusion. --- Their journey continued on without incident. Which would be a not so desirable occurrence, as she wanted an incident, an excuse to escape the ennui of traveling restlessly on foot through this godforsaken swamp/marsh/etc. She took out her White Flute again and started playing, now that there was nothing around to keep them from coming to her. Using: ![]() Gen Exp: 11.0 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 11 2009, 09:41 PM.
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0.3 ![]() Your beautiful melody weaved its way through the air, encouraging normally shy pokemon to emerge and approach you. The power of the white flute was a great one, easing tempers and sparking curiousity, and, indeed, the curiousity of three creatures were sparked at the lovely sound that had entered their home. A small Buizel slid out of a cover of roots, and gave a start at the sight of a human and such a large insect standing at the end of the sound trail. Frightened, he darted back into the roots, his split tail sticking out almost comically. A Beautifly came into view next, landing on top of the pile of roots 'concealing' the water type and eyeing you with caution. The third pokemon scurried in from the opposite direction, a large red spider, who seemed particularly upset to see a trainer walking through this place. Lvl 40 120/120["Please don't hurt me, Mr. Big Bug Thing."] Lvl 42 126/126[Cautious and ready to fly away if attacked] Lvl 45 135/135[Not happy. At all.] |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 13 2009, 04:57 PM Post #47 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 (K'tnx for the mod!)She lowered the flute, unfazed by the appearance of the giant arachnid slowly scuttling over to her, the most she could make out on its impassive bug face obviously ill-intent. So what else was new. Fortunately, the earlier fight with a couple of ill-tempered residents prepared her for this one, and she didn't freak out as much. At her periphery, she noticed a couple of other less-hostile specimens cowering around with the brush, whether from her or the Ariados she wasn't certain. Maybe both of them- they didn't look any more willing to fight as she was to bother with them. Chuckling softly, she withdrew a Pokeball from her belt. "Its alright," she called to them. "There's no point in messing with something that doesn't want to fight back. So I guess I'll have to settle for the spider." An explosion of light, bright blinding white, then the flickering red-orange of fire soon after. Hwajeh, her most trustworthy companion, came into being, ecstatic to be released once more. His cerulean eyes quickly spotted the approaching danger and let the flames pour from his maw, exhaling a powerful heated breath that incinerated the space between them, reaching for its target. Massive wings beat the air, coaxing the fire to spread and distorting the image of the fire dragon as it did. LV 48 147/147-Using Heat Wave and Double Team vs Lv 45 135/135 LV 40 LV 42-Kinda just bein'...there Gen Exp: 11.3 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 13 2009, 04:58 PM.
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| Vulpix Windchimes | Aug 16 2009, 02:10 PM Post #48 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Whether the two passive pokemon heard you or believed you was unlikely. Hwajeh's appearance sent the Beautify into the air and out of this place as fast as her wings could take her; there was no way she was going to be a crispy dragon snack. The Buizel just peaked his head out and stared in a mix of awe and fear as the Charizard sent the powerful fire attack out across the land toward the spider. There was no chance to think, no chance to dodge, no way to dodge, and Hwajeh's Double Team wound up being unneeded, as the Ariados was reduced to an unconcious, charred spider in moments. 0.9 for crisping the angry spider.The Buizel continued to stare, slack-jawed. Ariados were some of the biggest, scariest, Buizel-eating things in the entire marsh, and one of your pokemon had knocked it out in one shot. His mind was just plain blown. Lvl 45 0/135[KO] Lvl 40 120/120[Staring all buggy-eyed at you and Hwajeh] Edited by Vulpix Windchimes, Aug 17 2009, 11:23 AM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 17 2009, 10:52 AM Post #49 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 (Thankya again!)Satisfied with the results and the new scent of crispy crunchy fried tarantula in the air, Hwajeh tilted his head up and blew off a puff of dark smoke in victory. "And another one goes down," Jemilie commented, patting the rough hide of her longtime companion. "Couldn't have asked for a better partner than you, Hwajeh." She turned her head at a small whine somewhere behind her, the until recently forgotten Hiryu scratching a toe in the dirt, looking for all the world like a forlorn and under-appreciated mechanism of destruction. "Of course I love you too, Hiryu," she said quickly, throwing her arms around his great neck. "You've done such a great job looking after me. Appreciate it very much." That seemed to perk him up, eyes flashing brightly behind the ruby-tinted lenses, powerful tail sweeping. And then slowed, the dragon's muscle's freezing in place, head perked in high alert. Faintly, she sensed the other's approach, an imposing aura emanating like scalding flames. 'Uh-oh," she thought, realizing what was going on. Conflict. Rivalry. Apparently, both want the same thing and don't look all too happy on sharing. An almost palpable electric current ran in the air as their glares met, the low growls droning like a swarm of incensed Beedrill. Was it just her, or was it getting hotter? She decided to leave the dragons to solve their own problems, striding away in the direction of the shrubbery where she briefly glanced the two Pokemon that'd been unwilling to participate in battle. The Beautifly was long gone, but the twitchy little...orange thing was still there, no longer cowering under the roots, but staring impressed at Hwajeh, and what was done to the predator that had been its most recent threat to its life. Obviously it couldn't believe that something could have just blown away a master hunter of the wastes as easily as shooting a flamethrower at a fly. Falling to one knee, Jemilie smiled and held her hand out. "You can do it, too, you know. A little courage, a little training, and you can just as easily take out a dozen of those bastards. Want me to help?" Gen Exp: 11.9 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Vulpix Windchimes | Aug 17 2009, 07:19 PM Post #50 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() The first reaction to your approach was for the Buizel to jerk back, as if expecting to be struck. He was a nervous little thing, really, and backed up at your outstretched hand, fear in his eyes. Trainers were trouble. That was what he was taught. He had lived in this marsh his whole life, building his strength as best he could while avoiding predators and humans alike. Now, here you were, with a massive dragon creature that had charred an Ariados and the largest dragonfly he'd ever seen actually competing for your affection, and offering him the power to crush the things he feared. It was so confusing and new, and he simply didn't know what to think. After a few moments lacking pain, he looked at up you, blinking up with large eyes. Despite his apparent power, he had the looks of a youngster, a creature that had never ventured from his home and knew nothing of the ways of humans besides a few whispered stories. Becoming strong, never having to be scared of those big Buizel-eating bugs ever again...It seemed too good to be true. A little paw reached out, slowly and cautiously, and placed itself in the centre of your hand. "Buizel," the creature said with a nod. Then, in a surprising act of boldness, the Buizel hopped up onto your shoulder. When he made a decision, he jumped in with both feet. Lvl 40 120/120 x 0[Willing to come along for the ride; consider him caught] Edited by Vulpix Windchimes, Aug 17 2009, 07:21 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 17 2009, 09:30 PM Post #51 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ((Thankya! XD And! I am going to cleverly circumvent the six-Pokemon-at-a-time rule by not officially capturing Buizel in a Pokeball until we have arrived at our destination! Huzzah!))Even Jemilie wasn't without her own doubts, having never seen such a creature before. Much as she knew about all the creatures that resided in her previous realm, she'd yet to touch down those that seemed to be exclusive to Opaddeka. They only seemed to compromise a forth of the total Pokemon she'd ever encountered, and since she made no real endeavor to collect anything she didn't feel would be useful to her cause, she never made the effort to learn about them. Perhaps it was time to change that. The orange weasel-like thing's inexperience was evident in its tentativeness, watching the debate in its eyes as it weighed weather to trust her or not. But what she offered was beneficial only to it- she wouldn't have found any other use for it otherwise, she had her dragons. And this offer was a one in a million, not want to give such charity to every random creature that crossed her path (though she tried desperately not to). Half expecting it to dash away, it instead came forward with resolve, sealing the pact with a forpaw. Well, then, welcome, she straightened up, balancing the creature on her shoulder while she dug through her belongings. The Pokedex, as usual, sat at the bottom of the bag, unused for quite a while. But she had gotten it updated with the latest information in the region, including the Pokemon that could be found, and pointed the scanner towards it. Information filled the screen in a matter of seconds, the header identifying the creature as Buizel. Not bad, she murmured, studying the stats and smiled to her new companion. Looks like we'll have this done sooner than you think. As long as you're willing to improve yourself. I can help guide you in a battle, but you have to find the courage to move and attack and take a hit. You -will- get hurt, but you'll learn how to hurt them harder. She whistled to the other two, snapping them out of their little stare-down competition. She was going to have to do something about them later on. Hwajeh, Hiryu, go on ahead. If you find any suckers to smash, herd 'em here. We'll be right behind. The Flygon shot off into the sky in an instant, something akin to a snicker mingled with the light buzz of his wings as he flew high and fast and well ahead of Hwajeh, who lacked such a privilage. The Charizard, unwilling to be undone, more than made up for his lack of ability by crossing the battered sea of roots at amazing speeds, the sleekness of his form combines with years of training making for an equal on land as Hiryu was to the air. Yup. A sign of good times to follow. Sighing, she followed after them at a regular pace, musing a name to address the Buizel. I hope you don't mind. I'd like to give everyone a personal name rather than call them by species. I hope you don't object to Seifer. Considering your potential to hit hard and fast, I believe its a fitting namesake, don't you? (Happy-ness?) Gen Exp: 12.2 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 17 2009, 10:20 PM.
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| Curtis | Aug 17 2009, 10:43 PM Post #52 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 The Buizel sat atopyour shoulder listening to your words with an open mind. Taking hits did not really seem like a good thing, but it desperately wanted to learn everything that it couldn't on it's own. It had never really had the resolve to become a great fighter on it's own, but maybe with your instruction it could become much more powerful. Then it looked off towards the two dragons as they blasted forward to scope out for any wild Pokemon that they could take on in the area. It then turned back to you when the name was mentioned. Hmm... It had never actually been called anything... by anyone. It made it an individual, something that would totally stand out. It liked that, it liked it a lot. He cried out and ran across your shoulders, and behind your head to rest on your other shoulder. A very content look on it's face. It had a new friend. Which was awesome. As this was going on, the two Dragons were only able to turn up on one pokemon in the area. A little purple fuzzy pokemon with large red eyes walking about. 1 for Buizel ![]() LV 40 120/120-Romping around Edited by Curtis, Aug 17 2009, 10:44 PM.
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| Shadowheart | Aug 18 2009, 09:08 AM Post #53 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() "I FOUND IT FIRST TRAINER!" "LIAR! I SAW IT WAAY BEFORE YOU!" "I CHASED IT OUT!" "I SCARED IT OUT!" "BULLY!" "WIMP!" Note that Jemilie had no idea what the two were roaring at each other now, but it was to her vaguest understanding that the conversation had to be something similar to what she imagined. Between them, a little purple ball of fluff was running for dear life as the two coerced it towards them, hurling insults the entire way. For a short moment, she briefly considered how ironic one who was made to live in the ground flew while the other who was made to fly stayed on the ground. But that was beside the issue at hand. "Well, you gotta start somewhere," she said to Seifer with a shrug, motioning the approaching insect. "Might as well be something that can't try to eat you at least." Venonat, to her recollection, where really slippery bastards, insignificant yet hard to kill if she wasn't packing a two hundred pound flamethrower. Seifer didn't have that, only the skills that it was born with and her wits to help it navigate through a difficult obstacle. She could already sense the Buizel's hesitation, and tried to calm him with one hand. "Don't worry. I'll be right here to back you up if something goes wrong." With that, she urged him off her shoulder and quickly referenced her Pokedex for a list of techniques he could have possibly learned. "Hmm...alright. Let's see if we can use strategy over power. Knock it off course with a Whirlpool. Concentrate on your speed and try to distance yourself. Don't look in its eyes. Don't run into any clouds. Go!" LV 40 120/120-Using Whirlpool and Agility vs Lv 40 120/120Gen Exp: 12.7 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 18 2009, 09:30 AM Post #54 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 The purple ball of fuzz noticed that your dragons had not attacked it yet, but instead you sent forward that weasel thing. It laughed at you a bit, it did not fear such a tiny creature, and it had no real reason too. It had seen them before, hell it had actually taken a few of them down. So instead of trying to run anymore, it turned to face you with a large amount of confidence. Obviously this was a cocky little b****. Your Buizel's whirlpool attack was obeyed, and even managed to trap the purple bug. Good job. This Pokemon seemed to have a lot of trust in you already, and a good amount of respect. However the bug had anticipated an attack. So only moments after being trapped it began to thrash about and screech wildly. This sound it was giving off was earsplitting, and needless to say was more than enough to drive your Buizel a bit crazy, and have it's hearing shot for the moment. The Supersonic attack had been successful It seemed that this bug was not going to go down without a decent fight. You'd really have to work for this one. ![]() LV 40 120/120-is now confused VS ![]() LV 40 108/120-putting a fight up now |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 18 2009, 10:12 AM Post #55 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 Jemilie clicked her tongue in annoyance. Not that she hadn't anticipated it. Bugs, especially the psycho-wielding ones, were always the most tenacious to get rid of. Nonetheless, she had it where she wanted it, and despite the disability, Seifer had a slight advantage in the playing field where the Venonat was currently hampered by the dizzying current. The confusion didn't bode well with most of Buizel's attacks, which required precise concentration to hit their target, otherwise he'd end up missing the mark and hurting himself. She would need to go with a wide-effect maneuver that wouldn't need to be as precise. Something that wouldn't require aim, and yet wouldn't risk self-injury...she skimmed down the list, and grinned slightly. Perfect. "Seifer, you hear me?" she called out. "Stand your ground. Don't move. Face towards the whirlpool and use Swift." A move that didn't require him to charge and risk stumbling into something. Not something that required aim as well. Putting him in a neutral stance made him an opportune target for one of Venonat's other attacks, but he was twice as less likely to hurt himself than he would moving. It was a matter of Seifer of regaining his composure before it tried something else. LV 40 120/120-Standing still, using Swift -Confused -Speed+2 vs LV 40 108/120-Oh, its awwwwn now bish! -Whirlpool: 1 Gen Exp: 13.3 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 18 2009, 10:22 AM Post #56 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 Ahhh, Damned! Despite the fuzzy purple balls efforts you seemed to find something that would be rather useful. Your pokemon obeyed, and soon the signature golden colored stars of the swift attack shot forwards, slamming into the Venonat. It was pushed back only slightly, and was now a bit angry that you had a bit of wit with you. It was still trapped in the Whirlpool and, a lot of attacks wouldn't be able to work around it. Well... Except for a couple of them. It planted it's feet and took aim, looking directly at the little weasel. It's mind concentrated for a moment before a beam went directly through the Whirlpool and straight for your Pokemon. It was none other than the attack known as Psybeam. It struck your pokemon knocking it back a few feet, but somehow managed to stay standing. It was still having a lot of trouble hearing you, and had a loud ringing in it's ears. Which was to be expected. ![]() LV 40 95/120-still confused VS ![]() LV 40 93/120-still trapped in Whirlpool |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 18 2009, 10:58 AM Post #57 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() "Keep at it!" Jemilie called out, though Seifer probably wouldn't be able to hear her regardless. As it was, the standing strategy was the safest he could do so far until he could come to his senses, but that was assuming the bug doesn't knock him out first. To his credit, Seifer did continue to do as she said, standing strong despite the assault of Venonat's attack, arms swinging and continuing to launch the golden stars as relentlessly as he could, trying anything he could to beat his opponent. He needed to have courage, she'd told him. He couldn't get stronger if he always ran away. His eyes squinted shut with the effort of trying to break the mental havok, somehow seeing the image of his most feared enemy in his mind's eye. It loomed over him tauntingly, raising its flesh-rending claws towards him. 'You can do it too, you know.' Could he really? If he couldn't defeat a tinier, less imposing Venonat, what chance did he have against a fully evolved Ariados? It was these thoughts that made him flail even more, he resembled a fireworks display, Swifts shooting everywhere like tiny star-shaped meteors. The girl could almost follow his train of though, but she folded her arms and simply continued to watch guardedly. LV 40 95/120-Swift'in -Speed+2 -Confused vs LV 40 93/120 -Whirlpool: 2 Gen Exp: 13.9 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Frac | Aug 18 2009, 11:44 AM Post #58 | ||||||||||||||
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(0.2 )In his addled state of mind, Seifer wasn't quite able to take full advantage of his homing ninja stars of doom. Sure, some of them struck the Venonat true, and caused the bug to recoil visibly. Trouble was, though, that the Buizel's flailing meant that his arms got in the way of the stray projectiles. Those things were surprisingly sharp. This turned out to be a stroke of luck, as the sharp shock was enough to snap Seifer back into focus. The water pokmon was now able to give his complete and undivided attention to the ongoing battle. Okay, the bug thing sent off a psychic blast at him, which kinda stung. But once that was done, full undivided attention. ~~~~~ LV 40 42/120-Swift -Speed+2 *no more confusion* vs LV 40 59/120- Confusion -Whirlpool: 3 |
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| Shadowheart | Aug 18 2009, 12:58 PM Post #59 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Seifer blink, partially in pain, partially in realization that his world was no longer swaying. His arms raised again, preparing to continue the Swift onslaught when he caught Jemilie raise her hand, signifying him to stop. He lowered his, and scurried over when she beckoned, a strange object in her hand. Although he'd come to trust this girl, he still bore the old fears of humans and their devices, and slowed down in apprehension. But before he could back away, she squeezed, sending a cold spray drizzling over him. "I don't normally have to result to do this, but since you're still a little green," she muttered, coating him with the liquid. He stood still long enough for her to finish before shaking it all off, and realizing he was no longer hurt. The earlier headaches from the psychic blows had suddenly vanished. Was it the human's doing? He looked up at her questioningly, but she held her game face, concentrating on the watery vortex and knew it was a matter of time before Venonat could escape from it. "Alright listen. You'll have to get in close enough and hit it with all you got. Since its wet right now, you probably don't need to worry about getting his with any harmful powders. Ready yourself for a Razor Wind, then when you think you have a clear shot, jump in. Think you can do that?" The Buizel looked doubtful, but it was willing to try anything. He twisted his two tails, revving them up like chopper propellers, arms crossed, body posed. "Aaaaaand...go!" And he took off, gathering speed as the tail spun, the wind aiding Seifer's flight around the whirlpool, keeping his eyes on the bug and looking for the right opening. It was impossible to sneak on it, seeing as the thing had hundreds of eyes on its little furball body, so finding a moment when it wasn't prepared to counter fast enough was crucial. LV 40 92/120- 'd -Then Razor Wind while dodging attacks with Agility and Aqua Jet once he's ready to attack Vs Lv 40 59/120-Confused -Whirlpool: 3 Gen Exp: 14.3 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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| Curtis | Aug 18 2009, 03:16 PM Post #60 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 Buizel was glad that there was no more confusion or even ringing in his ears. It blasted upwards going up the whirlpool that was surrounding Venonat. Fortunately for you, none of it's powders could work at the moment. Then dove down the center of the whirlpool, the winds that had gathered behind Buizel then blasted downwards ontop of the Venonat. These winds were extremely powerful, enough to knock it down for good, along with the Whirlpool's help of course. What an attack! Buizel was now victorious! Dance around NOW! 1.0 for your Buizel
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| Shadowheart | Aug 18 2009, 03:40 PM Post #61 | ||||||||||||||
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0.2 ![]() Seifer stood there, breathing hard, staring at the knocked out Venonat, hardly believing he'd have enough strength. Not counting that attack would actually work. He looked back at the girl in awe, who only gave him a shrug. "Its like I told ya. Even you can do it. One small step at a time. Come on." She knelt low enough to allow him back on her shoulder, although she cringed at the dampness of his fur, but it was a small price to pay. Meanwhile, while she was giving Seifer a crash course on the fine art of combat, Hiryu and Hwajeh were giving one another their own crash courses...on their faces. Each one had a piece of the other's face wedged tightly between two claws, somehow trying to force the other to relent. It didn't look like neither would before they started tearing it off. Jemilie whistled loudly, and both Pokemon froze. "Alright, knock it off or I swear you two can have a nice long extended vacation in a PC. I didn't come all this way to have you at each other's throats. Now back off!" Both dragons immediately obeyed, heads bowed apologetically, waited for her to lead before following quietly behind. Through the gnarled roots and up ahead, there the plant life finally gave way to the barreness of snow and rock. Somewhere amongst the sleet far ahead was their destination, and she wished to get there before night fell and traveling became even more hampered. Dragons and cold, after all, didn't go together quite so well. Gen Exp: 15.1 Location: Boneyard -> Diseased Trees 1 -> Puddlelands 2 -> Sparse Shrubs -> Wetlands -> Puddlelands 1 -> Rooty Area -> Ice Cliffs 2 - Pontarctica |
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.3 ![]() Like it was expected to, the rooty, wet muddy terrain started to get harder... and slipperier. And more like frozen ground and whatnot then roots. Any sort of plant life disappeared quickly as the temperature dropped, and your dragons started wanting to disappear too. And it was kinda starting to get dark! Though, luckily, it looked like the only thing that stood between Jem and Pontartica was the sheer, huge cliff of ice she was standing on! At least she could see the little village from here? |
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0.3 ![]() Fled here! http://s10.zetaboards.com/Pokemon_Legacy_RPG/topic/7169277/1/ Edited by Shadowheart, Aug 19 2009, 01:34 PM.
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