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| KJ Edge | Feb 8 2011, 12:26 AM Post #1 | ||
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Ahem What am I doing here? thought the clown out loud. Nobody answered him because nobody was around. Hed been sitting in this gully for what seemed like months, which was probably only a couple of days, and he was not sure why. Why had he stopped here for so long after having played with a fish and fought with a mime (of the non pokemon variety) was anybodys guess, but suppose we take his slouched form at the bottom of this ditch as an illustration of Minto being in a slump. He appeared to be having some kind of internal crisis... Being a pokemon trainer... what did that even mean? What were pokemon battles to him? What did he actually think he could achieve by continuing on with this career path? Make it to the big leagues? Fame and fortune? He wasnt even that great a trainer was he? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? he demanded of the sky. |
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| Ayame | Feb 13 2011, 12:46 PM Post #2 | ||
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Big Dreamer
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((I fail, I know. Sorry KJ x-X)) 0.2 ![]() They had finally came to the Gully and they all had finally taken the rest that they all so well deserved. Her Pokemon were all rested and they all took the time to unwind. She too needed it after seeignt he contents of the little black box that had belonged to her mother. My father...I'm going to find you and I'm going to make you pay... All of her thoughts were interupted by a scream, a man's scream. Something along the lines of 'what am I doing here?' She, of course, wasn't exactly sure who would be screaming that but after standing up and poking around the Gully some she came across the man who had screamed. Not just any man, a clown. Ayame stared at him for a few moments, somewhat confused as to why the heck there was a clown here of all places. Shrugging it off, she inched closer to him and cleared her throat. "Excuse me, are you alright? Anything I can do?" ______________________ Egg Count- 27/30 Edited by Ayame, Feb 15 2011, 12:44 AM.
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| KJ Edge | Feb 17 2011, 07:24 AM Post #3 | ||
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0.2 This got kind of long. Apologies. The clown sat up and made a semi-squeak of a noise. She hadnt snuck up on him exactly, but he wasnt in the right state of mind to have expected somebody would show up in his little corner of the ditch. It was a girl, he realised, young and fit and probably full of vim and vigour. What she saw would've been a very disheveled and messy clown that probably hadnt washed for days. More hobo than harlequin really. What? he said, sort of. It was more like Whonk? when his voice got stuck in his throat, squeezing out more of a honking sound the first time round. As he stood, or unfolded himself, back to his feet, he shook his head as if to clear the miring thoughts. No, Im okay, he said, this time with words. I was just... having a day dream. Now he wondered if he stank. He mustve smelled more like creek than man at the moment. Shes a trainer, came a sudden thought in his gluggy head. He knew this was true... He wasnt sure if it was an instinctive thing, or something he could tell by the way she carried herself, or by the simple fact that most everybody in the world was some kind of trainer anyway so 99% of the time thatd be a pretty good guess, but there hung the thought. Shes another trainer. And she has silver hair... Nice hair, he blurted. He wished hed stopped that thought from turning into speech, because it was a weird/idiotic thing to say. But it was silver, one could see, at least when it caught the sunlight in just the right places. He was reminded of another acquaintance of his that had the same kind of grey locks. Why did everybody he meet have silver hair? They werent even that old! His face began to flush red with embarrassment, but the girl probably couldn't tell since it was hidden beneath thick white paint. Oh god here comes the awkward silence... |
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| Ayame | Feb 20 2011, 12:59 PM Post #4 | ||
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Big Dreamer
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0.3 (That's fine~)How odd. The man, or clown, or homeless guy, looked rather ragged. Not to mention it looked like he hadn't bathed in days. Needless to say Ayame wasn't particularly fond of sticking around but at the same time she would have felt bad if she simply left the poor man without trying to help him out. Whether he said he was okay or not was one thing but it was quite obvious that he wasn't. And then came that odd comment. Nice hair...? Ayame stared at him momentarily, somewhat confused as to why he complimented her hair, or rather, how random the statement actually was. Sure her hair color wasn't exactly the most normal. Platinum hair, or more so silver, wasn't exactly your normal blond, brunette, ginger, or black. She mulled over it slightly, knowing that she probably shouldn't take too much offense to something so random. More so, since he noticed and wanted to comment on it, she should be flattered. "Why thank you. I don't get that many compliments on it, but thank you for noticing," she started, almost doing a curtsy of sorts to be polite. Ayame did however take a slight step back and folded her arms across herself, psychologically forming a 'barrier' between her and the odd hobo clown. "So, um, what are you doing out here? Are you hunting for Pokemon or something?" She paused and turned, looking back to her own crew of Pokemon who were still having their own little fun. Except for Kamakiri that is. The Scyther was out of the water and eying the clown and his trainer, making sure that the man didn't try anything funny. Sometimes having a big bug body guard was awesome. _______________ Egg Count- 28/30 Edited by Ayame, Mar 1 2011, 04:22 PM.
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| KJ Edge | Feb 21 2011, 07:12 AM Post #5 | ||
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Donatello
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0.2 ![]() Minto seemed distracted. He was staring at the pokemon behind the girl now, as if he only just noticed them. In particular it was the scyther what absorbed his focus. There was an edge to it, to the way it looked back at him. Perhaps its not unreasonable for the scyther to be wary of a clown trying something funny. Having a big bug body guard is awesome... was a thought that hit him. Hunting? he said. He almost wasnt sure why he said it, until he realised the girl had asked him about it first. Sometimes his ears and mouth processed things before his mind could catch up with the rest of the conversation. No, he answered, phasing back into human-ville. I... Ive just been travelling. I had a bad run in with a mime a couple of days ago. Non-pokemon kind. He rubbed his wig irritably. That little incident had felt a bit unreal until he actually told somebody about it. His jaw still hurt though. You a trainer? said the clown, finally. Obviously she was, her army was out in force with her. For some reason he wanted to make it official. And something was happening... Im Minto by the way. He squared his shoulders and offered a handshake. Minto the clown. Im a trainer. And while he didnt look like much in his current state, he seemed more alert now, a sparkle in his eye. You should fight her, he thought. And that was strange. Hed never felt this kind of compunction before. Was he bored? Its what trainers do, something was telling him. You should challenger her. He didnt say anything. There were ideas sparking deep in his mind. A battle is how trainers properly say hello. Edited by KJ Edge, Feb 21 2011, 07:14 AM.
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| Ayame | Feb 25 2011, 11:04 PM Post #6 | ||
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0.2 ![]() "A bad run in with a mime?" It wasn't exactly she had expected to hear, to be quite honest. In fact, at first she really did think that perhaps a Mr. Mime had given him trouble until the clown said otherwise. Briefly Ayame imagined how exactly a clown and a mime would have a bad run in with each other, and quite frankly, she found it hilarious. However, she didn't allow the laugter within her mind to be shown, she just simply nodded to what the estranged clown had to say about it. And then came the golden question. "Why yes, I am a trainer. I was in Lorenzo Town for a bit and came out here to train. My Piplup evolved, so I thought I'd treat him to a treat in bringing him to the Gully water, ya know?" With that, Ayame turned on her heel to look back at her Pokemon, specifically Mizu, who was simply enjoying the water and not giving his trainer or the odd clown really any attention. That was good however. This was his reward for working so hard and evolving. He deserved after everything they had gone through already. Of course, there were others on her team that didn't quite keep themselves relaxed. Kamakiri her Scyther was at her side rather quickly once she turned around to look at Mizu. His demeanor was obvious in saying to Minto to BACK OFF. How cute. Ayame couldn't help but laugh as she stepped in front of her Scyther. "Sorry about that. He is rather protective of me. I won him as a prize for helping when Samson's gym pokemon escaped down in Slumber. He's been with me ever since." She smiled a sweet smile. This Minto guy didn't seem so bad. It wasn't like he was some pedophile or something, or at least if he was she didn't feel as threatened with her Pokemon all over the place. Besides, his nervousness was enough to prove otherwise. "Oh, and I'm Ayame. Nice to meet you Minto." And with that, she shook his hand. Her first bond with another trainer. How exciting! Of course, she didn't think of battling him. They only just met afterall. It probably would get her mind off of things, but that was just it. She couldn't allow her Pokemon to know something was up. Bad enough Kama and Kuro did... I wonder what Pokemon he has with him. I won't initiate it, but if he sends a Pokemon out I suppose I'll have to oblige... _________________ Egg Count- 29/30 Edited by Ayame, Mar 1 2011, 04:22 PM.
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| KJ Edge | Feb 26 2011, 08:29 AM Post #7 | ||
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0.2 ![]() "And you, Ayame," he replied, shaking her hand just a bit too firmly, like he would if it was another man he was greeting and inevitably sizing up. It was a guys' thing... but when he realised that this was just a girl he was deathgripping he released her hand sheepishly. +5 Awkward. Things had also gotten rather formal at this point, so he tried to mellow things with a casual, "Samson's gym ey?" He was only vaguely aware that there was a gym leader named Samson. He did read an article about the 'Legendary' pokemon situation thing a while back, but he'd taken that story with a grain of salt. You couldn't believe everything you read. It sounded more like a big publicity stunt, if it were true at all. But then maybe it was true. This girl, Ayame, said she'd been there, that this stern scyther of hers was rewarded to her for the assistance. "You must be a pretty strong trainer then," he said, like he was trying to run through the generic script of Droll-Trainer-Banter as quickly as possible or something. "Your teammates here look pretty strong too." Almost done! Ayame didn't seem to want to initiate anything, and he wasn't sure why she should, or why he even wanted to, but he felt like a trainer battle was going to be the inevitable result of this chance meeting. And he was itching for it. That was a sensation he'd never really felt before... not an urge he had found in himself until 45 seconds ago. Seeing her pokemon there, the scyther practically bristling, was hitting something at the base of his skull. His hands drifted into his pockets where his balls were. I think I've used that pokeball joke like 5 times already. He saw her prinplup, undoubtedly one of Willow's starters, and noticed that it was still a only a prinplup. Minto's own starter had been fully evolved for some time now. Suddenly he felt the protectiveness of seniority drift above his battling impulses. This girl is just starting out, he thought to himself, not noticing how patronizing his inner voice had gotten just now. I should do my duty, impart my years of experience as a trainer to her, as a responsible peer should do. And now he wanted to impress the young girl, because he was a bit of a toss sometimes. "Hey I bet you haven't seen one of these before." A hand reappeared with a pokeball in it and it contained Atlas. It popped in his hand and threw light between them, and a shape of a humanoid thing dissolved into being. It was just a machoke. Wow. Not very impressive. As if a girl like Ayame had never seen a machoke before- ...hey wait... wtf. That's not a machoke... it's ... it looks smaller than a machoke. More like a slightly overgrown machop... and its skin was dark like burnt iron. It had red lines on its thick arms like a machoke, but it didn't wear any ridiculous powerbelt... it just wore orange shorts. It had golden ridges on its head like a machamp! It was... just what the hell was it? Minto beamed at the girl, his grin almost bigger than his painted on smile. Atlas hardly seemed impressed by his surroundings. The mach-thing flexed, a bit of a stretching exercise before crossing his arms in front of his bulging chest. He kind of gave the scyther a raised hair-less eyebrow, judged it to be not worth his effort, and simply waited for some kind of reaction from the other human. :atlas has been released! I'm not going to fight with him, he's more of a conversation starter or something. I dunno. Sorry for MY long post. Again. It got huge, bro. Edited by KJ Edge, Feb 26 2011, 08:41 AM.
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| Ayame | Mar 1 2011, 04:34 PM Post #8 | ||
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0.3 ![]() "No, no. I'm not all that strong." She said, blushing as she let the words slip. Ayame certainly didn't expect to be called strong just because she took part in the catching contest Samson threw in Slumber. In fact, all she had at the time was her Piplup, Drifloon, and Caterpie. And even still, the only one she managed to catch was a Moltres. Shaking her head some, not only to free herself from the memory but as if to shake off the red color in her cheeks, she straightened a little as he mentioned her Pokemon. Of course they were strong! Well, maybe not. None of them were fully evolved and a few of them had only seen a hand full of battles. But because of those battles and how they handled themselves, proved to her that they were strong. Briefly, the memories of her first battle with each of the current Pokemon on her team filtered through her memories before fading back out as a grumble from the Scyther behind her struck a nerve. "Shush," she murmured, giving her self-proclaimed body guard a small glare before turning back to the odd clown with a semi-smile. "Thank you, I'm glad you think so. To be quite honest, it hasn't been too long since I started my journey but at the same time, I'd like to think that I've grown and have become a lot stronger than what I once was. Because of that I'd also like to think that my Pokemon have done the same. Mind you, they might not be the strongest or be all fully evolved, but they have heart." Ayame beamed then, proud of her mini-speech, proud of her Pokemon, and surprisingly proud of herself. It was then that the clown's own enthusiasm shone through by picking a pokeball from his pocket and stating that he bet she had never seen whatever he had before. She doubted that. Perhaps in person, no, but she knew every single Pokemon in the region. After all, she spent most of her life studying Pokemon before she left home on her journey. So when the light flashed from the pokeball and began to take shape, immediately she assumed it to be a Machoke since a Machop didn't have that much bulk to their muscles. She was wrong. Staring at the odd colored Pokemon, she blinked a few times quite curious as to what the heck happened to it. Instinctively, Kamakiri flitted in front of her, blade arm acting like a barrier between Ayame and the odd colored Machoke, thing. Shaking her head, Ayame smiled and playfully batted the mantis away while inspecting the black colored fighting Pokemon, eyes wandering over his body, muscles, and the odd combination of Machop, Machoke, and Machamp features it had. "Well, I know what family of Pokemon he comes from. But, uh, you're right to say that I've never quite seen one like this. What caused him to be so diff--" Ayame was cut off by a violent shaking coming from inside of her back pack. Immediately the girl yelped, taken aback by the sudden jolt of movement against her body as she yanked the strap of the book bag off her shoulder and held it at arms length. It took a moment before it dawned on her what exactly that shaking was. A glow seemed to erupt from her face as she hurriedly knelt down on the ground and nearly ripped open her bag to pull out a nice little contained holding an egg. "Oh, it's hatching, it's finally hatching!" Clearly she was ecstatic about whatever was in the egg that was hatching. Carefully, she placed the egg on the soft grass while still semi-cradling it. The egg bounced and shook with little inaudible sounds coming from the insides. Fascinated, Kamakiri bent over slightly behind his trainer, mahogany eyes fixated on the shaking egg. "Come on, come on little one. You can do it." As if on cue, the egg cracked and bits of it fell to the ground. With a bit of struggling, the contents of the egg wriggled around some more until more cracks were apparent along the egg's shell. That's when it started glowing some. Glowing red and getting quite hot as well. Ayame winced and removed her hands as little bits of fire spewed from the cracks. Not anything powerful enough to burn much, just singe the grass below. The egg then fell apart to reveal a small, oddly colored Vulpix, it's signature single white tail however quite visible as it stuck up in the air while her soft brown eyes glanced around frantically. Gushing with emotion, Ayame scooped the little fox up, sniffling some while cradling her. Nuzzling the little fox into her neck. "Oh, welcome to the world little one. I'm here to take care of you and help you grow into something big and strong." A smile overtook her face, a grin going from ear to ear like some crazed chesire cat. And with that, she took a pokeball from her pocket and held it out for the oddly colored Vulpix to sniff and poke with her nose. Like any other pokeball mechanism, it opened up and sucked the baby fox inside. There it wriggled on and off before dinging, a sign of a successful capture. Instantly the ball turned white however and zoomed to a box in her PC for her to withdraw later. With that, Ayame looked up to Minto and his oddly colored Machoke, champ, thing and smiled. "Guess you're not the only one with an oddly colored Pokemon, hm?" ______________ Egg Count- 30/30 HATCHED Obtained- ![]() 1 3/3 NOTE: Probably won't be shiny, just using the sprite for now to show she's differently colored until i get one made or if she does end up shiny. Also, GIVE ME MY HATCHING HEARTS! Edited by Ayame, Mar 2 2011, 07:21 PM.
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| KJ Edge | Aug 5 2012, 10:25 AM Post #9 | ||
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3 if Ayame ever returns..STUFF Currently @ Gulley Moving to >> 4 foot grass 2 >>> Thick Trees >> Vicious Vines 2 >> Malral District Can I get FUDDed? I've never been FUDDed before. ---------------------------------- Feels like weve be stuck in this gulley for over a year, said Atlas to his chums as they watched the sunrise. The short fighter switched hands on his two thousandth rep and continued his push-ups, and metacommentary. What happened to that girl KJ was talking to before anyway? One minute the oddity of evolution was being shown off to the other human, the next he was back in his ball. When he was let out again some indeterminate time later it was just the main group at the gulley. Gone, replied Zeal flatly. The big blue lizard stretched out into a weirdly feline pose, a wave of satisfying cracks and pops rippling down his back and through to his tail before he folded back into his usual upright posture. There were some adjustments made as he pulled on his white clowning gloves and fixed the red nose on the end of his snout. He snapped his jaws like one might clap their hands for attention. The rest of the troupe meandered sleepily towards the feraligatr. Three thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine... and done. Atlas pushed himself back up to his feet like he was hinged to the earth by the heels then turned to face the other pokemon. They had formed something of a line for the morning inspection but very few faces were even pretending to look alert. On one end of the line was a dusty and baffling dunsparce who Atlas had never heard a peep out of ever in his entire time as part of the crew. The machismo squinted at the thing that was mostly a droopy round face and a pointy tail, tiny wings fluttering slightly. It probably made little difference whether Baff was awake or not anyway so Atlas moved up the line. A fish looked up at him blearily, covered in dew, and squirmed uncomfortably on the grass as some water pokemon tended to do. Everything alright, Squib? asked Atlas cautiously. The remoraid was the newest recruit and this was probably the first real interaction theyd ever had. Yeh. I sslept ok, Squib said, enunciating pretty well considering his mouth rarely ever fully closed. Jusst prefer to be in water. There was always a faint hollow sound to some of the words, like he was speaking through a tube, the ss whistling by. Right, okay. Well well be moving soon. Things should be better in the ball, Atlas guessed. Did water pokemon get water inside their pokeballs? He wasnt sure but the fish nodded anyway. Next in line was Death, and she looked like death. Not in the way that Death usually wanted to look, but even Atlas could tell that in those dark sockets were really bloodshot eyes. The cubone was obviously grumpy, even if her impassive mask always remained dead serious. Im fine, she snapped, before Atlas could ask. She shot a quick look at the fish next to her, who had been making an awful whistling noise the entire night, like a snoring blowhole. It had kept Death from resting in peace. The sound was still echoing about in her skull... but wanting to stay professional she just leaned into her bone club and brooded quietly. She had the reputation of a Reaper to uphold, not that anyone else other than her knew what that whole thing was about. I am fine, she repeated darkly, forcing Atlas to move on. He looked up. Vibrations rolled out over the hills as the steelix yawned. Atlas was glad that Levi was the sleepy and quiet kind of morning pokemon. He didnt want to wake up one day to find everyone crushed under twenty tons of what the giant metal snake thought was a hilarious practical joke. Steelix pranks rarely translated well outside of the mountains. Levi just stared wistfully into the horizon as the little fighting type inspected his chassis for any abnormalities. Then everyone flinched as he smacked his lips. It was like someone scraping rusty cymbals together. KJ, AKA Minto bolted upright to the alarm of banging metal. Feeling like he had been asleep for so long that he suspected there were cobwebs on his face, he clomped floppy-shoed feet over to the ditch in the gulley. He splashed himself with whatever water had collected in the puddle the night before, then dropped his pants and returned the favour. Some seconds later, his make up only slightly smeared, he went to see his troupe. A few heads turned to look at him groggily and he scratched his head through his wig. Everybody good? he asked Atlas, who had sidled up to him quietly. The muscled pokemon gave him a smart thumbs up, since Minto could only hear his pokemon speaking as growls, grunts and the occasional honk. Good good, the puny human said, stretching. Who wants to go for a walk? The response was a few degrees south of lukewarm so he found a set of pokeballs and let the protesters sleep in. Zeal and Atlas flanked the clown and he raised a finger level to the horizon. He regarded the sky above, where clouds couldnt help but look ominous on account of the early morning sunlight still deciding whether or not to bother getting up. The arm that the pointing finger was attached to moved sideways like a compass and finally stopped when it found some shade in case those clouds couldnt keep it in their fluffy pants. Through the forest then, he said. So to the forest they headed. Edited by KJ Edge, Aug 12 2012, 11:07 PM.
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| Jin White | Aug 20 2012, 12:35 AM Post #10 | ||
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5 ![]() North: The 4 foot minions. They are mean, and vulgar, and coarse. They have no family. They are rude, and tiny, and hurtful. But they live in these grasses, and in fact they're just children, no older than 14 but no less than 8. They would love, now, to steal a clown's wallet. West: There is nothing: except for beauty. Silence, and thoughtfulness, and love. The sun is hanging, quietly, above the cloud. The one cloud is waiting to disperse. But in fact he couldn't keep it in his pants, and though he tried, he couldn't help but spray splashes of rain all over the earth. South: There is, in fact, nothing. Not even silence. Just: multitides of people you don't care to meet, who love to talk, and are not eager to meet you either. East: There are, as always, noises coming from the six foot grass 2. The noises sound sweet at first, like deer laughing against the wind. But as the sun pales, and as the sky turns red, the voices morph from laughter to screams. There is a and 6x waiting for you at the other end of this LANDMARK!!!!
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| KJ Edge | Aug 21 2012, 02:43 AM Post #11 | ||
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3 thankydoodle!
The grass was swishing and swashing as Minto waded through it. The sounds were like whispers in the wind. There actually were whispers, from whisperers, who watched the clown and his feraligatr at just far enough a distance as to not be heard in their conspiring, and also not notice the other pokemon that accompanied their target. The other pokemon was Atlas, the thing that wasnt a machop and not really a machoke. He put up with the obscured path as he kept pace with Minto. About three inches shy of being as tall as the grass here, which on average was about four feet high, the fighter was pretty sure whoever had named this area was rounding down. The human clown, almost six feet tall, followed by the other clown that was also a large blue lizard and over seven feet tall while hunched, kept moving unabated. The whisperers started up again, this time with a plan almost fully formed. Okay okay, so you will sneak up from behind, said the first voice, the leader and general plan maker. What about me? said the second voice, who fancied himself second in command at the very least due to his age. You stay here with me, replied the leader, who liked to have a back up. That feraligatr seemed especially nasty. And the leader could run faster than the second voice. So that leaves you to cause a distraction out front, the third voice, charged with the initial ambush, noted. There was silence as three heads were nodded. I dont like clowns, whimpered a fourth voice, who had hoped he wouldnt be given any instructions on this particular plan. Nobody does, said the leader quickly, then trying to sound encouraging. And they wont even see you. Just make the grass shake for about thirty seconds- How about a minute? interrupted the actual ambusher. Alright, for a minute, the leader amended. Then you just slink off, and theyll be none the wiser. And well be here. And if it all goes aspear shaped weve got the secret weapon anyway. Okay, mumbled the designated distraction uncertainly. They waited for a few moments, breaths held, as the mark meandered his way through the grass. Go! Minto and his troupe stopped. The day had been pretty windless, with the only movements in the grass, as far as the clown had noticed, being caused by his travels through it. A few feet ahead of him now the tall, thickly grown blades were shuddering in an oddly terrified manner. The ambusher took her chance and crept closer, pushing through the grass with soft, barely audible strokes. With her quarry, both of their backs turned, now just inches away she readied her pocket knife. She stepped gingerly around the gators tail and approached those baggy clown pants. All she had to do was- The grass stopped shaking after a while and Minto could only frown. Had it been a pokemon? Everybody knew that they hid in tall grass and then jumped out at people... but none had done so. Zeal snapped his big reptilian jaws to get the clowns attention. When the distraction had crawled his way back to the planner and his plan b he noticed a distinct lack of ambusher amongst their ranks. What happened to- he started with a whisper. Sssh! said one of them. But where- I said be quiet! the leader hissed. They waited for an awfully peaceful moment. Nothing louder than the sound of grass growing could be heard. Uh... guys? called the ambusher finally. The other three released a collective breath, then slowly realised that something wasnt right. Yeah? replied second in command, too quickly for the leaders hand to stop him. He pushed it away irritably as they waited for a reply. Um... I think you better come out here. Did you get his wallet? called the leader, dropping all pretense of surreptitious communikay. No, she said. Help? Please? Dangit, said the leader, and he stood. The other two followed him as he marched through the curtains of grass and emerged to the sort of clearing where the grass was merely two feet high. Minto had watched and listened to the exchange in quiet fascination, Zeal looming his shoulder with similar interest on his long face. Atlas had a young girl in his grip, hand around her wrist. The little ambusher was frozen in the pose she was caught in, a pocket knife raised in her locked hand which she was quite close to slitting a bulging pocket with. She couldnt have been more than ten years old, thought the clown. Her accomplices sauntered out from the grass, barely taller than Atlas, and about sixty-six percent of them didnt seem impressed by the clown and his troupe, nor did they appear fearful that their friend had been caught. Minto also notice that all four children were dressed in he would have to call it makeshift armor. Let her go, said the boy standing in front, who was wearing what appeared to be gridiron shoulder pads designed for an adult over his plain red shirt and shorts combo. His face was warpainted aggressively with black streaks. Dark bushy hair gave him the appearance of a poochyena that hadnt had much sleep. I said let her go, he snarled, as if he didnt like to repeat himself. The boys focus had been locked on the red eyes of the hunk of machismo, who returned the glare darkly. Atlas only released her when Minto tapped him on the shoulder. The girl retreated with a scramble, trying to rub feeling back into her wrist. She had mousy red hair tied back in three short ponytails and wore a big baseball catchers chest protector over her grubby pastel yellow dress. Once she was back with her pack she seemed to straighten with a defiant air and joined in on the staredown. Minto the clown tried not to look too amused, especially after the apparent leader stepped forward and raised a hand. Now hand over the wallet. And nobody gets hurt, he added, almost as an afterthought. Atlas grunted and crossed his arms so that Minto didnt have to. How old are you guys? asked the clown, his unperturbed manner making the leaders eye twitch. Another boy, slightly shorter than the first finally stepped forward to flank the mad looking one. He was more oran berry shaped, and had most of his blonde hair hidden beneath a faded red bandana. Rodeo here is thirteen, he announced, thumbing to the dark haired kid. The girl stepped forward as if on cue. Rocka is nine, said the blonde, continuing the introductions. And Ranran here is eight. And a seven months, added Ranran, who was the shortest and slunk back behind the rather too talkative one immediately after correcting him. All he had on was a slightly dented, green baseball helmet. Right, said the roundest one, and Im Ramp. Im twelve. And together- Were the Foot Minions, said the one called Rodeo, who pointed to a blob of paint on his chest which Minto realised was supposed to be a footprint design. Each minion had one slapped somewhere on their gear. The four Foot Minions were doing their best to look imposing, but they barely managed to pull off ragtag. There was altogether too much rag about them. Ramp, who had settled for hockey pads on his knees and elbows as armor, seemed to think momentum was now firmly on their side since he had done the most talking and stepped forward, to Rodeos surprise. So hand us the cash, clown, he sneered. Minto couldnt decide if the gaps in his teeth added menace or adorableness to it. Sorry guys, said the clown. No cash. He shrugged. They didnt appreciate how he seemed to be forgetting that he should be afraid. Dont taurus shit us! growled Rodeo. Yeah! chimed Ramp, not wanting to lose his lead on the word tally, especially since his friend had used a bonus phrase. Look at all them fancy clothes. All shiny and colourful. Youre definitely loaded! So give us your wallet or face the Foot Minions wrath! No wallet either, apologised Minto. Look guys. Im... in my mid to late twenties, and Im pretty much just used to paying with plastic. And its all biometric security with these things now anyway. That last part didnt seem to hit any targets. It uses thumbprints and things, the clown explained. So unless you want to cut my thumbs off too itd probably be best for you to save your wrath for another time. Everyone seemed to show a little queasiness at that idea, aside from Rodeo who just kept on glowering. What should we do? asked Rocka by Rodeos ear. Being the only girl in the group she had often tried to join in on the boys jokes about gross bodily functions and gory horror stories and the like, but mostly she wished she could spend just one day discussing the merits of ponyta riding and lillipup grooming. Noticing Ranran shivering like an oddish by Lake Halos edge she put a hand on his shoulder. Give us your pokemon, demanded Rodeo to the clown, voice low like a grumbling volcano. Zeal and Atlas looked to their own troupe leader, who had a barely readable expression beneath his painted on one. A pokeball had been raised by the feral lad, pointed with the same intent as he might if it were a loaded gun. The ball had been hand painted black and gold, Minto noticed. A knowing grin had spread across Ramps pudgy face. Having four scrappy looking children glower, grin and glare at you was, the clown had to admit, a little offputting. NOW! commanded Rodeo, which seemed to be the signal. Both Ramp and Rocka raised their hands as Rodeo reeled back his pokeball, then two small black pellets were thrown at Mintos feet. There were consecutive bangs and smoke exploded upward. The clown put his hands in his pocket, whistled to show his appreciation for their theatrics, then took a careful step backwards. He heard a pokeball releasing its contents in the rising smoke. Go carnivine! Rip him to shreds! Suck out his bones! The voice was Rodeos, and his bloodthirsty eagerness was a bit of a cause for concern, Minto felt. He crossed his arms, waiting for the smoke to clear, and heard two thick thudding sounds that muffled a sort of hurk! noise. Little Ranran was the first to gasp as the billows blew away. Minto saw the backs of both his pokemon, who had moved quite quickly in front of him when the surprise attack occurred, and now both had a stern, one handed grip on the trembling jaws of a carnivine. The air twinkled with frost as both of Mintos pokemon had cold and ice emanating from their arms, the energy slowly pulsing down to their hands, a layer of tiny icicles starting to grow where their fingers held the plants trapping jaws shut. It looked back at the Foot Minions with worried, bulging eyes. It looked a bit like this: I hope you guys dont just have the one pokemon between the four of you, said Minto, sincerely worried. This carnivine, while it could one day be an undoubtedly vicious vinewhipping monster, was notably barely more than a sapling right now. The clown saw how pale its face was, how fresh its leaves looked. He could still see buds along the stem. This wouldnt do. Ramps brain was fighting with his mouth, which just opened and closed wordlessly a few times. Even Rodeo seemed shocked at the ferocious speed and strength of the ridiculously costumed feraligator and decided odd looking... whatever that muscly thing was. The kid in the baseball helmet whimpered, and it wasnt a sound Minto liked. Let em go, he said, to which Zeal promptly released his grip on the carnivine. Atlas did so more slowly, gaze still fixed on Rodeo, and reluctantly dropped the plant with a grunt. It wobbled backwards, face numb from cold, and wilted gently by the leading minion. Youre supposed to be a funny clown! said Ramp suddenly, having finally decided on what line of outrage to employ. You should be doing silly things like... falling down and... going honk! The feraligator that was made up like a jester considered these points thoughtfully. Honk, offered Minto helplessly. Look you kids ought to head home. Your parents might be worried. Its not really safe for you to hang out around here without protection. Rodeos murderous visage had drooped somewhat on account of his shivering carnivine. We dont have homes, said the girl quietly, but the ambience of the grassland had grown quite serene and the admission seemed loud. And we dont have parents. That was louder. Orphans wandering the tall grasses and thieving from travelling trainers, Minto thought. They could get into a lot of trouble. Thats right! Ramp said, trying to distract the others from their darker thoughts. Were the Foot Minions! Nobodys the boss of us! The clown considered their choice of name and could only muster the effort to sigh. They didnt even have a pokemon each to themselves aside from Rodeo. Hmm, said Minto as ideas formed words and cobbled together a sentence. Im not going to give you my pokemon. But Ill give you these. From his pocket he produced three shiny new pokeballs. And Ill help you catch your own. Really? said Ranran, who stepped out from the others shadows. He wasnt actually afraid of clowns like hed said initially. At least not specifically clowns. He had been generally scared of confrontations... but he did always want to have a pokemon. So did Ramp and Rocka it seemed. They pulled Rodeo into a quick whispery conference. Here, catch, said Minto before they had finished their discussions. Ramp and Rocka caught an empty pokeball each, but Rodeo snatched the one intended for Ranran from the air. He gave the clown an odd look, then handed it to the youngest minion who hadnt even protested. You threw it a bit high, he told Minto. The clown shrugged and produced a small bottle of purple liquid, presenting it to the protective Rodeo. He took it wordless and sprayed the the frozen bits of his carnivine with it. The plant blinked as feeling returned. You know your stuff ey? said the clown with a smile. Rodeo didnt respond and just nodded to the others. So youre going to help us catch some pokemon now? said Ramp. He was grinning and held onto his new pokeball with whitening knuckles. Nodding, the clown looked out to the expanse of tall grass. This might take a while though... *** It ended up taking three hours. (about half as long as it took you to read this post) They were having trouble even finding any pokemon in the first hour. Everything seemed to be trying to avoid the gang of clowns and kids. When they finally cornered a dozing caterpillar under a leaf, Ramp tripped over himself trying to get to the front of the line. Zeals quick and strong claws held onto the back of his shirt and prevented the boy from body slamming it. The bug turned out to be a sewaddle, the big bitten leaf hooding its head flapping softly as it snored. Feeling the the job was already half done Minto tapped Ramp on the shoulder, and he released the pokeball from his tight fist. With a inverse popping sound, which was kind of like opo!, the ball split open and slurped up the sewaddle. They all watched with breath held as the ball rolled to a stop, then chimed with success without so much as a follow up wobble. Ramp picked up his very first pokemon and became mostly grin for the rest of the day. The rest werent so easy. Rocka squealed with high pitched delight when they first saw the deerling. It turned a quizzical face to the group, paused mid-chew with a mouthful of grass, then turned and bounded into a curtain of concealing foliage. After it! Minto had shouted, although Zeal was already on all fours and galloping through the grass. The rest followed in the wake of his great swaying tail and when they saw the fawn again it was hissing defiantly at a set of feraligatr jaws that could snap it up entirely in one go. Ive got this! declared Ramp, having managed to save enough breath to puff up his chest. He threw his pokeball forward like a pro and released his brand new sewaddle in a blinding flash of light. What followed was a squeaky snore and the deerling tilted its head curiously at the dozing bug. Rocka giggled. Gently pushing his agape friend aside, Rodeo pointed to the wild pokemon and his own slithered forward. The carnivine was met with another spit of disapproval from the deerling. Grab it with your vines! commanded its trainer, and with whipsnapping speed two thick green tendrils clapped around the deers forelegs. It dragged against the canivines pull, the yellow flower on its head shuddering as it began to glow. Duck! shouted Minto, falling to the cushy floor. The rest of them followed suit, except for the struggling carnivine. The tall grass around them shook with vigor, humming like a swarm of beedrill were approaching. Then the air exploded with razor leaves, or in this case stiff blades of long, sharp grass, which whorled around the deer and the flower like a tiny tornado. . Reel in and bite it! shouted Rodeo over the rushing wind. The carnivine pulled itself towards the now bucking target, jaws wide, then snapped its trap shut around the front legs of the deer. There was a squeal of surprise rather than pain. Pokeball! yelled Minto and Rodeo at the same time. Rocka stood in the rustling grasses and pitched the ball as hard as she could. Letting go just in time, the carnivine dropped to the ground and saw the pokeball snap open then absorb the stunned deerling in a flash of red. The power of nature subsided and the sphere fell with a soft thump. The rest of the group crawled to their feet, Rocka nervously hovering over the rocking pokeball. Blip! Yes! cheered the girl, punching the air. *** Maybe there arent any more pokemon left, suggested Ramp, who was now craddling the still sleeping sewaddle in his arms. It buzzed deeply in it dreams. At this the littlest Foot pouted, eyes shaded by his drooped helmet. There should be plenty around, said Rocka encouragingly. But maybe our fight to catch Princess just has them hiding extra hard. Princess? Ramp grunted. Thats what Im naming her, replied Rocka, holding up her deerlings pokeball. How do you know its a girl? I just do. Womens intuition. Youre still just a girl. Youre still just a smelly boy! Tongues were poked at each other as Minto thought of what to do. The smelly boy turned away from the girl who had crossed her arms. There was something sweet in the way that they argued. Smelly boy? Something sweet? Sense of smell! Sweet Scent! concluded the clown loudly. The children, who were not privy to his superheroic thought process, looked at him with worry. Your carnivine, Minto started to explained, can release a sweet scent to attract pokemon. Go on. Try it. Rodeo looked doubtfully at his bug catcher friend. He shrugged at it and the carnivine nodded. They all took a cautious step back as the plant closed its eyes... slowly it began to tremble, concentration wrinkling its smooth oval face. Then... well... the sound could be transcribed as such: PPPFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! And then the childish giggling that followed this, most of it from the immature clown, slowly faded. The air suddenly felt warm... and nice... and flowery, with a drizzle of honey... The sweet scent, which tickled their nostrils pinkly, wafted out and over the grassland, like an invisible homing beacon. Pretty soon the grasses around them were shuffling. The quiet susurrations started to grow, and growl, until the shaking walls of green around them sounded like falling rain. All the pokemon burst out of the grass almost simultaneously. Bodies fell in around them, screeching, howling, pecking, barking. There were mostly aipoms, a dozen or so of the purple monkeys leaping about and swinging their handy tails. Zeal snapped his jaws at them idly as the group backed into each other, forming a tight circle. Atlas had positioned himself in front of Ranran, fists raised protectively. There were a few ledybas flitting about, a haggard pack of poochyenas growling at the patrats darting through their legs, and even a handful of buneary leaping over them like it was some kind of complex circus act. Go Princess! the girl yelled, releasing her new deerling into the confusion. It reared at the commotion, skidding backwards and bumping into Rockas chest. It whined, but she wrapped her arms around it comfortingly and the fawn, which was actually a boy, seemed slightly placated. What do we do? yelled Rodeo finally, tugging on Mintos suspenders. The clown looked like he was thinking, watching the cavalcade of wild pokemon tearing about the grass around them, then he reached into his pants. Cover your ears, he said as he revealed a pokeball. The children watched, obediently putting hands to the sides of their heads, and saw the pokeball thrown into the air. Make some noise! shouted the clown to the growing shadow in the sky. Ramp squinted at the serpentine shape pulling itself out from the pokeball endlessly... then finally solidified. The sun glancing off its splendid form forced them all to briefly turn away. Levi the steelix landed a few feet next to them with an attention grabbing quake of earth. All the wild pokemon stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at the massive tower of metal, who smiled down at them like an iron mountain. Levi roared. Minto held onto his wig as the blast of sound drilled down around them, around everything, bouncing off the grass and rocks and the vibrant body of the steelix itself. It echoed out to the distant hills, through everybodys bones, and into the parts of the brain that compelled the legs to start running even if the rest of it hadnt figured out what for exactly. The wild pokemon scattered, some into each other, others with more organized panic that sent them straight back into the grass. Rocka held onto Princess (later renamed Princey) tightly as he tried to scramble to safety, eventually calming down to her tender strokes and motherly cooing. Ahh! shrieked Ranran, who could finally be heard when the ringing in their ears subsided. Get it off! Get it off! The boy was flailing about, hands scrabbling at his helmet, which had something blue and black stuck to it. The thing, with large round ears, bright eyes, and a star shaped tail, screeched, the sound modulated with a hint of buzzing. Its fur was standing on end and tiny sparks flew off of it, which were the same sorts of sparks coming off of the metal helmet it looked like it was hugging. Static held it in place and Ranrans panic kept the helmet from being pulled off. Atlas cracked the knuckles in one hand, watching as a current crackled around his fingers, then snatched the shinx off its perch with a blurred hand motion. He held it by the scruff of its neck. Electricity danced between the wild cub and Atlass arm, the fighter wincing slightly to its protests before he gave the mewling thing a stiff and stern shake. After a dizzying moment it was subdued. He presented the shinx to Ranran like it was the boys disobedient pet that had again been found next to a wet patch on the carpet. With pensive hands the pokeball was raised to to the shinxs face, who gave Atlas a sidelong glance before licking the switch and allowed itself to be engulfed but the capsule. Thanks, the boy said to Atlas. He shrugged, all nonchalant, and returned to Mintos side. Now with each of the four Foot Minions carrying a pokemon of their own, the clown felt hed accomplished something. Well were all done here then, he said, patting Ranran on the helmet and getting a small shock. Ow. Uh... so yeah. That was sort of fun, dont you think? There was a general murmuring of agreement. Ramp looked down at the still oblivious and snoring sewaddle in his arms. Minto wondered what Professor Willow would say at a juncture like this... he couldnt even remember what she had said to him when hed visited the lab last. Remember to take good care of them, he said lamely. And... stay out of trouble. The four of them looked up sheepishly at the clown, who earlier in the day was who they were going rob. Alright look, he continued, feeling somewhat responsible for whatever they would get up to now since he had armed the children himself. You guys might not have families... in the traditional sense, but you have each other. And you are a family. And these guys? He point to the pokeball in Ranrans hand. These guys are family now too. There were some nods to all of this. Rodeo stoically stared at his feet. You know that minions answer to a bigger boss, right? Minto added, to the open mouths of four little anti-authoritarians. You should change your name. To the Foot Masters, or something. Youve got your own minions now. Approving nods drifted around the small group. And get registered at pokemon center. For the league. A nurse will help you. Rodeo looked up to the clown. If youre registered then pokemon center services are free. Room and board. Food. Then you can fight some official league matches and youll even earn some money. Maybe even go challenge some gyms. But catch a few more pokemon first. Minto hoped Rodeos nods meant he was getting through to the serious looking kid. He had handled his carnivine pretty well. Theres no need to steal, Minto added, addressing all of them more generally now. The kids mumbled noncommittally but Minto felt hed gotten his stuffy points across. They waved to him as they headed towards town to, hopefully, figure out the rest of their lives. Nice kids, said Minto, to the knowing silence of his pokemon companions. The steelix wasnt quite sure what that had been all about but nodded all the same, and was then warped back into his pokeball until the next time a deus ex machina was required. Feraligatr, machismo and clown turned to their forested destination. Lets get some brunch. SPOILS
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5 (And you are now in Thick Trees because dangit, that's easily worth two landmarks' journey).The Forests of Fury are full of angry bugs, birds and other fauna. The inhabitants of Rose Town leave well enough alone, and the forest leaves them alone... but something or someone wants to upset the balance. Something or someone has a plan to direct the forest's ire outwards at one of the towns bordering the forest. Who or what are they? What is their plan? And will a clown and his gator be able to stop them/it? Elements (choose at least 2 of 4): ~ A hive queen ~ a chase scene ~ ecological terrorism ~ calling on the spirits of the land Copy-paste this FUDD mod over into a new thread in the Forest of Fury and have fun. ^^ |
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