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| Topic Started: Feb 10 2010, 08:54 PM (431 Views) | ||||||||||||||||
| Blake Kinlion | Feb 10 2010, 08:54 PM Post #1 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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((Copy-and-pasted from the thread "All the dishes rattle in the cupboards" in the Hillmoss Grasslands)) -- He was surrounded. By grass. He was surrounded by grass. Though, he was surrounded in another sense too. An unseeable being was advancing on him, and fast (relatively). Behind him, he could hear a careless girl brazenly asking him for directions, unknowingly inviting herself into whatever dangers could come of this possible assailant. He held out his arm to alert the girl to stop where she was, unaware she was blind, of course. He also hissed a sharp "Shh!" He listened as carefully as he could for whatever it was that came at them. -- Pinsir Egg 25/55 Currently: Four Foot Grass 2 Destination: Lorenzo -- Summary from previous thread: Leslie leaves the Hillmoss Grassland's Hilly region behind him and enters the 4 foot high grass area in the Lorenzian Wildlands. Danger immediately presents itself in the form of a mysterious something coming at him, parting the grass in its wake. Meanwhile, new trainer Beau appears on the scene, unaware of Leslie's current situation, and approaches him. Edited by Blake Kinlion, Feb 10 2010, 09:05 PM.
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| Fordy | Feb 13 2010, 05:08 PM Post #2 | |||||||||||||||
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.1 Like the sharp bow of an icebreaker, the hidden figure drove forward through the tall stalks that brushed against your waist and threatened to scale your chest and pull you down in. The girl, absentmindedly attempting to wander off was stopped with a rough forearm. Whatever was coming was moving quickly in the shadows, the only indicator of its progress another fall of a blade with every passing second. The tension was palpable, the last feet of plain air pregnant with uncertainty. The last grass was flattened, fibrous stems crackled under a black, ragged paw. A muzzle, dark and splattered with white foam emerged from the reeds. Pitch-black, hungry eyes shot to the man's face. Its ears were tucked back, there was sadness present in the setting of its scratched maw. Its slender jaw slid upon, a small drop of white spittle pooled and fell. Four paws lined up, muscles tensed, pushing the well-traveled pads into the soft, loamy soil. Taking flight, its tail tucked between its legs, as if trying to shield itself from what it was about to do, from what it had to do. Its front paws hit around the collarbone, transferring all that momentum into the neck of the protecting human. Together they went down like a massive domino, landing on a cushion of towering grass. ![]() Lv. 10 20/20 Rabid |
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| Bubbles | Feb 13 2010, 09:31 PM Post #3 | |||||||||||||||
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0.3 ~~ Isabeau stopped in her tracks as soon as she heard the other human utter a sharp Shh. Immediately she put her attention on what else was around her. She heard the soft scuffling of something moving through the grass in front of them. She listened even closer and heard its irregular heartbeat. Somethings not right with it, Isabeau thought as she heard its ragged breathing drawing closer. Lily tensed in Beaus arms as well. She wanted to protect her trainer from the creature that was approaching, but she was too weak. Tension cracked in the air around them. Why are we just standing here? Isabeau thought, though she was too unsure to utter the words aloud. Her sightless eyes darted around, almost as if she was trying to figure out what to do, or how to see. Beau felt Lily tense in her arms and she knew that the creature had shown itself. She wished she knew how big it was, or at least, what it was. It would help ease her confusion a little more. Somethings definitely wrong with it, Isabeau thought. The smell of sickness, fear, and anger drifted off the Pokémon and into Beaus sensitive nose. Quickly Beau grabbed Lilys Pokéball from her belt and drew the grass Pokémon inside of it. She heard the drip of the rabid Pokémons drool hit the ground, she heard its ragged breathing, and she heard it spring from the ground. It hurtled towards them with surprising speed. Before either of them had time to react the creature struck the man in the neck with its paws. They fell in a heap on the ground beside Isabeau. Shit! the girl cried out in alarm. Quickly she pulled out the fainted Oddish and her Pokémon egg from within the bag before setting them down gently on the ground behind her. She had already located the attacking Pokémon as she lifted her bag and grabbed it with both hands. Stay down, Beau said to Leslie as she sent the body of her bag hurtling towards the Poochyena. Hopefully the Pokémon would be too occupied with tearing at Leslie that it wouldnt have noticed Isabeau hurling a bag towards it. As soon as she felt the bag fly in the direction of the Poochyena she released her hold on the bag completely. In a flash she removed her belt from around her waist and dropped the Pokéballs from it. At the moment Isabeau had no Pokémon to defend her so she had to rely on her own resources to keep the attacking Pokémon away. ---- Ralts egg: 3/35 Trying to throw bag at the rabid poochyena. Edited by Bubbles, Feb 14 2010, 10:06 AM.
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| Blake Kinlion | Feb 14 2010, 12:36 AM Post #4 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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.3 ![]() Leslie could have braced himself as steadfastly as his lanky frame possibly could, but it wouldn't overpower the force he now found himself dealing with. A blatantly ill Poochyena fired out of the elephant grass like a ferocious furry missile, taking him down in an adrenaline fueled blow to the upper chest. Leslie had never encountered a rabid creature before, but was now discovering first hand that what he did know about the disease was true. After thinking exactly what Beau had said ("Shit!") the only thought running through his head was "Don't bite me, don't bite me." It was at this moment of peril that he wished he hadn't returned Blade to his Pokéball. His back gently met the ground as the hardy vegetation bent under his weight. He barely had any time to react before...a bag was getting thrown at him? -- Pinsir Egg 26/55 Pinned on the ground by a rabid Poochyena Currently: Four Foot Grass 2 Destination: Lorenzo |
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| Fordy | Feb 14 2010, 07:34 PM Post #5 | |||||||||||||||
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.2 The pack was let fly. The soft cloth bent over, undulating as it soared through the air. Two straps trailed behind it, curling and waving like her unkempt fur dancing in the summer breeze as they ran through the tall grasses. The Poochyena turned its head, and saw it approach in slow motion, silhouetted by the setting sun. To him, it was no backpack filled with a trainers essentials. The folds, the seams running the length of bag, they melded together forming a strong jaw, sharp shining teeth, the gentle slope of her forehead. As it bore down on him, it was just her tail, wagging unconsciously as she deposited the fruits of the morning hunt, breakfast for the family of two. Something hard inside pushed against the fabric, its force transferred into the disease-addled pooch's skull. He saw black for a moment, and twisted off of Leslie's midsection, flying paw-over-maw and landing in a heap. Stars dotted his vision, and this time, instead of cheerful strolls through the wildlands with his mother, he was running through the Forest of Fury, after midnight. The sun was set and the moon was obscured by the looming branches hanging over him like claws, threatening to grab him and pull him in. His mother came up behind him, picked him up in her mouth behind his neck, and charged ahead, sparing not even a cursory glance to the hunters chasing them down. These were no ordinary trainers, bounty hunters paid by the rich, famous, and lazy to round up Pokemon they wanted for their hobby teams. They knew the woods. While his mother wove in and out of the underbrush, desperate for a way out, they calmly dipped through shortcuts and pre-made paths. They were upon them now. Up ahead, in the feeble moonlight trickling through the treetops, she spotted a hole in a gnarled tree. She felt the sting of coursing electricity enter her, perhaps a cattleprod or taser. The black ebbed at the edges of her vision, threatening to overwhelm her. With the last vestiges of strength within her, she thrust herself ahead, and forced the cub into the small hole. She disappeared in a white flash. Back to reality. A fateful encounter with a Zigzagoon left him starving, desperate, and dieing. Human flesh, so fibrous and tough, had become appetizing. He missed his mother. And the world was spinning, a girl, a man, they were going to be angry. Perhaps, finally, an end to his ordeal was in sight. He closed his eyes as the darkness overwhelmed him as it had his mother. ![]() Lv. 10 20/20 Rabid, knocked out by the bag. |
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| Bubbles | Feb 16 2010, 02:57 AM Post #6 | |||||||||||||||
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0.4 (I really liked your post =D Thank you Fordy)~ A sudden thud and the sound of thrashing alerted Beau that she had been successful in her bag toss. No sound came from the pup other than the scratchy and hoarse breath that escaped its jaws. As it lay, the Poochyenas heart rate began to decrease tremendously, a sure note that the pup had been knocked cold. Isabeau stood stock still, her own heart thudding rapidly against her chest. Had it not been for a layer of bone and flesh, she was sure her racing heart would spring from her chest and leap to the ground before her. But she had to remain calm, there was no use getting excited at this time. With her belt clutched tightly in one hand she reached up with the other until her long, slender fingers wrapped around the bow on her shirt. With one quick jerk she tore the bow from the fabric and let it unfurl in her hand. She glanced over at Leslie, though she could not see him. We have to kill it, or at least bring it into the Pokémon Center for them to take care of whatever has to be done. But it is cruel to leave it suffering like this. Plus, if it dies in the wild and another Pokémon eats it then that Pokémon can get infected as well, Isabeau said, her face falling. A single tear pooled in the corner of her ice blue eyes. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief second as she blinked and the tear was set free. It ran a smooth line down across the curves of her face until it reached her chin. From there the tear hung for a moment and then fell to the earth. The tear fell not for the fear of being so close to such a deadly disease but for the young life that was being lost because of it. With the back of her hand she swiped away the damp trail of her tear and blinked a couple of times to clear her eyes. If we kill it out here then we will have to burn its body to prevent the disease from spreading Isabeau said, more to herself than to Leslie. She turned her sightless gaze away from him once more as she weighed the options. I think our best bet would be to bind its jaw and its legs so that it cannot bite us or escape and carry it to the next Pokémon center, Isabeau said with a gentle nod of her head. She craned her head in Leslies direction once more and gave him a sort of somber smile. I can use this ribbon to help bind his muzzle and possibly my belt to bind his legs, she said sorrowfully. If maybe you, or I, could hold him down while the other ties the binds this could work ~ Ralts Egg: 4/35 Trying to persuade Leslie to help her bind the Poochyena so that they can take it to the Pokemon center. |
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| Blake Kinlion | Feb 16 2010, 08:07 PM Post #7 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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.3 ![]() Leslie, still shaken from being tackled, nodded affirmatively, something of course Beau wouldn't had known if he hadn't also said "Right." He snatched the bow from her outstretched hands and put his weight on the dog. "Here," He said to Beau, "Hold his legs together so I can tie them up." There was only enough length of the bow to muzzle the pitiful creature and shackle one pair of legs, but that was all that was necessary. It was a sore sight, seeing the Poochyena, unconscious and tied up like that. But it was essential if they wished to bring it to get it help. Hopefully Lorenzo wasn't too far now, Leslie did not want to be around the Pokémon when it decided to wake up. -- Pinsir Egg 27/55 Currently: Four Foot Grass 2 Destination: Lorenzo |
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| Fordy | Feb 16 2010, 08:26 PM Post #8 | |||||||||||||||
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.2 To an uneducated observer, the pair pushing on through the enveloping emerald grasses had just knocked out a small hyena, and tied its legs and jaw shut. But, lucky for you, your marvelous moderator knew all about your current situation. In this case, the end would justify the means, as you intended to try and help the poor creature in the next town over. So, pulled the bounds tight, you both gained +2 for your... unorthodox methods of philanthropy.With this sickened passenger in your midst, the premium placed on speedy passage to Lorenzo was only further heightened. With this on your mind, you shortly found yourself in this much-talked about town. Reached Lorenzo! |
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| Blake Kinlion | Feb 17 2010, 12:23 AM Post #9 | |||||||||||||||
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