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| Blake Kinlion | Nov 18 2010, 11:07 AM Post #1 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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Team Leslie Shallows was less than well-known. In fact, he was such an unknown figure, people probably went out of their way to prevent hearing about him. Sure, his life had taken a different turn of events when Kaizanu had approached him with the proposal that he help her erect the now booming enterprise of Vanishing Point, Inc. But even then, he tried to keep his identity a secret by adopting a code name and spending as little time representing Vanishing Point out in the public as possible. What it all boiled down to was Leslie was still just a twenty-something bum from his hometown of Little Hillmoss. Therefore, it was a little disconcerting that the other "amateurs" he was competing with were getting notice and recalled as having been part of past largely televised events. Why he had even decided to join up with this event was beyond his own reasoning. Just a few days prior, he had lost in a battle against Radloff City Gym's Leader, George in an unofficial battle, how could he possibly stand against one of Opaddeka's pro battlers? Well that was all behind him now, and there was no turning back, so while the other competitors' names were being announced, he approached his designated field and waited to battle. Edited by Blake Kinlion, Nov 18 2010, 11:07 AM.
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| Frac | Nov 18 2010, 11:51 AM Post #2 | |||||||||||||||
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MEGA-RAYQUAZA
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(0.2 . Enjoy your cookie cutter mod to get you started.)The noise as you stepped out was deafening - the prospect of meeting their favourite pro trainers had drawn thousands of people to the stadium. Once you had taken your position at one end of the field, the announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Next up to challenge the pros is a newcomer to the competitive battling scene. Hailing from Little Hillmoss Town, give it up for Leslie Shallows!" The crowd let out an encouraging cheer, and applauded. "And introducing his first opponent. One half of a very talented double-battle brother and sister team. All the way from Misthenge, let's hear it for Sam Tenorman!" Across from you stood a relaxed-looking redheaded boy in his late teens, who waved to the crowd when they erupted into wild cheers. As per Little Cup rules, Sam was tasked to release his pokémon first, so he duly obliged. He nodded respectfully towards you, then called out his pokémon. "Fizz! Rebound! Let's go!" Flicking two pokéballs into the arena, they both burst, revealing a Grimer and a Wynaut. They took up position on their half of the arena, and prepared themselves for battle. The referee situated at the side of the field relayed instructions as to how the battle should progress next. "The challenger may now choose his two pokémon for this round, and may also call out the first commands."
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| Blake Kinlion | Nov 19 2010, 01:47 PM Post #3 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.2 ![]() Sam Tenorman. Everyone seemed to know who he was but Leslie. Of course, this meant nothing to the pro trainer's reputation, he clearly was good enough to make it to stardom. Leslie never watched sports channels, and all of these names that the announcer was spilling out were just those to him, names. Still, though, the way the crowd had reacted to his opponent put butterflies in his stomach. When Sam sent out his two combatants, Leslie wasn't surprised to be looking at two Pokémon that he didn't know. [Fleur wants to fight.] Sage uttered from inside his Pokéball in Leslie's pocket. I'm having second thoughts about entering her. Leslie remarked back to his Psychic. [She'll be really upset if you don't believe in her. Even more so if you don't let her fight today.] The tapir warned. Leslie sighed and glanced around at the cheering, jeering audience. Not my main concern right now, it's you and Blade now, so go. He tossed his own pair of Pokéballs onto the battlefield straight from his pocket. The Drowzee that was Sage appeared, "Drowzee." he said to anyone that was paying attention. Along side him, Blade the Rattata popped out of his own ball. As stoic as ever, Blade said nothing. "Ok, let's do our best." Said Leslie, whipping his hood off his head. "Blade, go for a Flame Wheel against the purple slime." He used only his thoughts to issue Sage's commands as he knew the tapir was monitoring them. Swagger on that...other thing.
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| Vulpix Windchimes | Nov 21 2010, 06:02 PM Post #4 | |||||||||||||||
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Rayquaza
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0.3 ![]() Sam gave a vauge gesture at Leslie's pokemon. "Set up." Blade was off like a shot, flames bursting from his body, and slammed into Fizz's slimy body. He sank into the poison pokemon's sliminess, and managed to get out before he was completely covered in the purple ooze. Fizz snickered at the slimed Rattata, even though parts of his body had been baked and hardened from the fire attack and crumbled to the ground in front of him. Sage was next, prancing around like he was the greatest thing on the planet. Rebound blinked at him a few times in pure bewilderment, then growled. She had the urge, despite all her instincts, to race over and smack that smug little Drowzee in the face. She silently fumed from her side of the battlefield, much to Fizz's surprise; she wasn't naturally the angry type. The outer layer of Fizz's body started to stiffen, not hardening fully like the crumbling bits left behind from Blade's attack, but becoming a flexible, slightly shiny, natural armor. Rebound took a few calming breaths and managed to remember, for the moment, what she was supposed to do. A shimmering field of protection covered herself and her partner, ensuring no other tricky business. Though, she still wanted to smash Sage's face in.
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| Blake Kinlion | Nov 22 2010, 10:18 AM Post #5 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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.2 (mod forgot wynaut's attack boost from swagger)Leslie squinted at Sam and his Pokemon's stratgies. Granted, he wasn't too sure what was going on, but the lack of offensive moves from his opponent's side made Leslie imagine that the Tenorman brother was playing defensively. Sage. Leslie thought at his Drowzee. Remind me to really start reading up on different Pokemon, I have no idea what these things are. He wished he could consult his Pokedex, but he didn't have time. Purple slime monster over there looks and smells poisonous, so that much I can gather, what can you tell me about that little blue thing? Sage was still busy strutting around like a rooster in a henhouse, pretending that the crowd's applause and cheers were just for him. He didn't respond. SAGE!!! [I heard you. I've only ever fought one of them before. Its a Wynaut. Strange little cratures, they can only perform counter-attacks. In order to hit us we have to hit her first. Also her counter attacks are always stronger.] The Psychic explained. "Hmm..." Leslie expressed quietly. "Ok, Blade, I want you to attack that blue one with Tackle, then wait to see what she does, and hit her again with Crunch!" Again, he kept Sage's commands a secret by letting the tapir scan his mind for them. Use hypnosis on the poison type, then after Wynaut attacks, use disable. I hope this works... --- too lazy to make a table, because typing on my phone sucks. ![]() Blade Level 10 Guts HP 30/30 First-Tackle on Wynaut 2nd-Crunch on Wynaut ![]() Sage Level 10 Insomnia HP 30/30 First-Hyponsis on Grimer 2nd-Disable on Wynaut Vs Opponent's field effect: safeguard 1/5 ![]() Fizz Level 10 Sticky hold HP 33/40 [Def +1] ![]() Rebound Level 10 Shadow Tag HP 40/40 ![]() [Atk +2] Edited by Blake Kinlion, Nov 22 2010, 10:24 AM.
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| Maverick | Nov 28 2010, 07:32 PM Post #6 | |||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 "And Blade rushes Rebound, tackling the young Wynaut to the ground!" Cried the loud speakers. "But wait, Tenorman's pokemon is on his feet again...he's glowing. It's a counter folks! Our Pro's pokemon has gotten a grip on his confusion and thrown Blade's attack right back at him!" Sure enough, the double powered tackle sent the fuzzy rat rolling, but he wasn't out of the game yet... "What's this? Sage is giving Fizz the evil eye? Does the drowzee think looks can kill?" The Grimer dropped into a relaxing pile of ooze, sound asleep. "HA! Maybe not kill but he certainly send Tenorman's Grimer into dreamland...And now Blade is back in action. Gotta give the little guy some credit. He's bound and determined to take that wynaut out! If he counters again this battle could finish up in just a few seconds." The wynuat was looking a little sick to his stomach though. The world was spinning again suddenly there were just too many rats to try to focus on. One of them bit hard enough to draw a scream but the one he lashed out at turned out to be a hallucination and he tumbled forward right on his face. Poor little guy knocked himself plum out. "I don't believe it!" Cried the annoying announcer guy. "Rebound just couldn't over come confusion a second time! He's out of the game and withdrawn. Oh man! Looks like Leslie really wanted Rebound out of the picture, Sage goes in for an attack and hits nothing but air as the trainer withdraws his downed pokemon. Too bad about that, but now things don't look so good for Tenorman!" The crowd roared, cheering on both contenders. The throng was so evenly mixed it was hard to tell who was rooting for who. What would happen next? 1.5 ![]()
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| Blake Kinlion | Dec 2 2010, 06:01 PM Post #7 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.3 ![]() Well that was something; something that worked. Leslie thought for a moment that he was being crafty; a sneaky trickster amongst a sea of goodie-two-shoes. Turns out he was just over-analyzing his opportunities and thinking up overly complicated strategies. Once he realized that Sam Tenorman was a pushover, he understood that there was no reason to go overboard anymore. Plain and simple was the way to go. He had this in the bag anyways, Fizz the pile was their only opponent left while Blade still held his ground and Sage was as fit as a fiddle. Leslie smiled and said, "Attack, I don't care with what." Round 2, here he comes.
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| Jin White | Dec 9 2010, 08:01 PM Post #8 | |||||||||||||||
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existential mage
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treasure box Plain. And. Simple. The crowd was waiting on Blade and they wouldn't have to wait long. The rat's purple body burst into flames - the people gasped, never having seen a rattata spontaneously combust before - and it charged towards the sleeping pile of goo. The problem with sleeping goo is that it's hard to tackle; but Blade threw himself at his opponent anyway. Sage's snout was wrinkled in anticipation. It moved almost like an arm and the hypnosis pokémon closed his eyes. Sage entered the grimer's mind without difficulty, then proceeded to wreak havoc on its brain. Confusion was enough to cause the grimer's little brain cells to burst. "IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!" someone was shouting in the grimer's mind again and again. Defeated, the purple sludge pokémon melted into a puddle of goo. Congrats!
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i used to be shy. now i'm reserved. who the #!@% is j i n w h i t e character level: 26 { home base } 43
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| Blake Kinlion | Dec 23 2010, 01:44 PM Post #9 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.2 ![]() The redhead Sam Tenorman had been defeated. That was awesome. In the end, Leslie owed his victory to the elemental advantage his team had over the Grimer. It was more brawn over the cunning Leslie had hoped he would win the round with, but he took the win anyways and sauntered back into the challengers' waiting area to heal his Pokémon. Leslie released Fleur the Sunkern to join Blade and Sage in their post-battle check-up. She hadn't battled, but perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to make sure she was fit enough to fight. This turned out to be a bad idea. [She's angry at you.] Sage said simply to Leslie. [I told you she would be mad.] Fleur's feelings were etched into her face, a frown prominent on her tiny visage. [She is thinking very obscene things about you.] Sage continued. Great, it's best you don't fill me in. Leslie sighed and turned to Fleur. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't choose you, and it's not because I don't think you're a great fighter." Leslie clammed up, he hadn't thought of something to say after this. "Um...well. You can fight next round. Unless it's a fire Pokémon, I don't want you fighting those." Fleur didn't look satisfied and Leslie looked towards Sage for support. The Psychic said nothing. "Leslie Shallows?" One of the tournament's officials said, searching a sea of competitors for him. "Right here!" Leslie responded putting his hand up. "Your next round it starting. Please report to your battlefield." Edited by Blake Kinlion, Dec 23 2010, 01:45 PM.
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| Kirin | Jan 9 2011, 10:29 PM Post #10 | |||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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0.3 ![]() Now it was time for Round Two to begin. This round was in fact going to be a bit of a tricky one for the other contestant, considering his choices of Pokémon had not exactly been his own. In fact, he looked... weird. Kind of like that one Karkat guy who'd been shanghaied into participating a few rings over. Less shouting, more 'you're a retard'. Or just cold indifference. This guy had two devil candy corn horns, a black shirt with a red... actually, that looked like a Kabutops in skeletal form. Grey pants and black hair, too. And... yellow eyes. It sounded like someone was doing this to screw with people. You'd have to rub your eyes a few times. Was that really an opponent. Well, if Floyd existed... Anyway. He didn't look happy, because at his sides were two creatures which, while he looked unbelievably angry, were unbearably cutesy. Somewhere off in the distance an equally weird looking person was aving and screaming her approval. Her words hung in the guy's mind: But, Veiiii, the bear is so cute! And the fluffy plant thing too! This is what happened when women picked your Pokémon for you. Friggin' flighty broads. "Okay. Let's get this over with. Quickly," he said in a depe growl to his opponent. He clearly did not want to be here. "Ladies and gentlemen! The second round - Leslie Shallows, versus Veiren Karant!" "Your move... human."
3.0 so far
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| Blake Kinlion | Jan 13 2011, 02:57 PM Post #11 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.3 ![]() The man standing across from Leslie made no sense to him. Sure, Leslie was part of what some might call the "alternative" scene, but what was this kid playing at? The shirt looked like something a child might bug his parents to buy at a museum's gift shop, colored contact lenses always freaked Leslie out, and the horns...they just looked so unnatural. Furthermore, what was the kid so angry about? Granted, Leslie knew a little bit about anger. He lead a troubled life, so maybe he and his opponent were not unlike each other. Of course, that was neither here nor there, but battling was. He had to admit, the choice of Pokémon wasn't very fitting of who the girl called "Vei". Too cute, Leslie thought to himself. Then aloud, "Well, Fleur, it looks like you get your wish. Let's go!" The Sunkern burst from her Pokéball, proudly and determinedly to prove her worth to Leslie. Along side her, Blade appeared as well. Suddenly he took back what he had thought about Vei. Clearly, this was going to be a very cute battle. Only in the Little Cup, he thought. Leslie waited for the referee to signal that it was his turn to start and he instantly barked some orders. "This should be easy. Blade, use Preemptive Fiery Strike on the red thing, and Fleur, Leech Seed on the teddy bear and then use Ingrain."
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| Kirin | Jan 13 2011, 03:42 PM Post #12 | |||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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0.3 ![]() So the battle began in earnest. There was no way that Veiren would lose here, he didn't think. After all, he was good at this little slave monsters crap. Okay so it wasn't Fiduspawn, which was good because Veiren refused to play games for girls. Jegus no. This was about beating the shit out of anything that moved, which suited the troll just fine. He liked doing that. In fact, he practically made a living out of it. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz. This wasn't a fight for survival, but unleashing pain was sure as hell fun. "Stop them, minions!" the troll shouted, remembering he had to tell his creatures what to do. Unfortunately, there was one problem: He had no clue what he was doing. "Use some attacks, and then some other attacks!" The Pokémon took this to mean 'beat the shit out of the enemy'. The little rat dashed forward, on fire and running really quickly towards the little flower thing Lienne had forced on him. It was on fire for a few seconds, before the flames died down; the little thing responded by releasing sleeping pollen into the air at the rat, which put the rat to sleep. Problem solved for now, really. The little rat couldn't do that again, which pleased Veiren. And, of course... a sleeping enemy was a vulnerable enemy. In the meantime, the other plant thing owned by the enemy threw some kind of grass seed at the teddy bear, and the teddy bear just... stared back. Angrily. In fact, this angry stare was so potent that Veiren was almost proud of the bear for being such a gigantic asshole just with a look. Then again, when your opponent was sappin' your bear, you didn't tend to be happy. There went a moment of joy in Veiren's life. And then it came time to act again. In fact, Veiren's two creatures took the attacker's gambit in this round, where his plant began to call sunlight down to heal it in that usual plant action called photosynthesis that allowed it to heal up a fair bit, while his teddy bear, despite the fact it was surrounded by seeds, cut its way out and made its way over to the... seed-looking plant thing and delivered one hell of a cut right to its face. So terrified had it been of that stare, and the cut, that the plant fell over unconscious. One problem solved. Veiren, in the meantime, did nothing but stare. This was going really well!
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| Blake Kinlion | Jan 13 2011, 04:21 PM Post #13 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.3 ![]() Leslie clenched his fist. He had known entering Fleur into this competition was a risky idea. But it couldn't be helped. He was now down one Pokémon and his other was sleeping. Of course, Blade was known for sleeping as much as a Snorlax, but not in the middle of a battle. Clearly the fault was on the Hoppip. Leslie quickly realized that Vei knew as little about Pokémon as he did, which made this battle all the more amusing. In fact, Leslie felt comforted by the fact that Vei had not overpowered him with a well-thought-out strategy that Leslie was seemingly incapable of manifesting, but instead Vei was winning by dumb luck, like he had all this time. Surely Vei was a lot like him. "C'mon Blade." Was all Leslie said, and he waited for his inevitable defeat to entomb him.
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| Kirin | Jan 14 2011, 04:25 AM Post #14 | |||||||||||||||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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0.2 ![]() With Blade the Rattata still asleep, it seemed very likely that Blade would be knocked out by a few quick attacks. At this point in time, it didn't look like he'd be waking up any time soon. There were no commands issued, even when the creature was asleep; somehow a Pokémon had innate supernatural healing that, even when asleep, they could receive commands and the instant they woke up execute them. Some kind of strange ability. Nonetheless, Blade was out for the count. Hoppy took a moment to draw in a little more sunlight with its Synthesis ability, giving it just that little boost of health that would prove crucial. Teddy, meanwhile, was softening up Blade with a few choice glares. Now, while asleep, this meant that Teddy was looking for weak spots on the sleeping Rattata's body as opposed to trying to stare him down, and that was fine. It was a valid attack tactic, or so Veiren reasoned. It gave them the instant they needed to defeat a foe who had already surrendered, or so he thought by the look on his face. "Finish this," growled the devil-horned troll. He wanted out. As if they understood exactly what had happened. Hoppy and Teddy moved together; the Hoppip dropped his body into the sleeping rat and the Teddiursa unleashed a second slash on the rat. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was over; the Rattata's body sagged more, and ceased moving completely. "Winner - Veiren Karant!" shouted the announcer, and the troll simply beckoned to his partner. Somewhere in the crowd, his matesprit was going wild at him winning a fight. Of course, Veiren just didn't care any more. He wanted out of this mess. He wanted to go home, kill some retards, and go to sleep - the usual. When all of this was over, he'd be happy. So saying, he offered Leslie a half-hearted wave and walked out.
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| Blake Kinlion | Jan 14 2011, 10:15 AM Post #15 | |||||||||||||||
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Same taste you love, 0% Trans fat!
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0.3 ![]() "Well that's not right." Leslie said plainly as he recalled Blade into his Pokéball. He had been hoping that he'd make it to his last Little Cup round, and he was even more bummed that he had lost to someone with as sour a disposition as Vei had. It was also upsetting that the opponent to finally do him in didn't seem to be much of a trainer himself. Leslie couldn't quite understand how he had managed to go pro. It could not be helped though, if Leslie had been destined to progress further in the Little Cup, he would've been strong enough to make it past his second round. The wave he returned to Vei was no more heartfelt than the demon had made his. Sulking, Leslie made his way off the battlefield. |
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| Kirin | Jan 15 2011, 05:01 PM Post #16 | |||||||||||||||
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