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| Jeanesse | Mar 19 2007, 01:15 AM Post #1 |
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Novice Trainer
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PART ONE: In which A'tuin is a big baby and Hecate undergoes change. For the reader's convenience, a brief summary of the Team: Fleur; Edgar; A'tuin; Hecate; Phillis; Alice...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... It is a well-known fact that the human mind does not observe most of the raw information which filters into it by the millions of bits every second. In fact, one might say that the mind only observes what it wants to observe – and that’s where everything starts. Observe, if you will, the dark expanse of space - filled with gloriously twinkling balls of combusting gasses, reflective hunks of rock and the occasional trail of sparkly dust too small to account for anything of note but looking pretty. See a star emerging from the others as we zoom in a bit so that the heads of the weaker-minded among us don’t explode. Burning brightly, it was a sun, with several chunks of stone and chemicals circling it in a lazy fashion. Of course, this is the nature of planets – being lazy. When they perk up and decide to take a more proactive approach to things it generally disturbs their occupants. In this, what might be called an astral plane that was never meant to fly; a small orb eclipsed the light of the sun. See how the lens focuses upon it, resolving some of the features of the tiny world. Pockmarked in places with the bruises of meteors and asteroids that had hit, it was clear that this planet was a pacifist. It hadn’t hit back. Even closer, continents and seas stand out: the screen is filled with blue as we continue our descent, right into what looks like an empty patch of ocean. But no – there, see it now? A tiny blurb of green and brown in the midst of the toiling seas of deep blue and grey. Look now: see the rolling green grassland. See the majestic peaks of the Rocktomb Mountains covered with snow above the tree line, their slopes crowded with coniferous growth. See the shimmering expanse of Kyd Lake, sparkling in the bright autumn sunlight. Notice the vibrant shades of fall in Nym Forest – russets, oranges, golds, reds, crimsons – every shade one could imagine gracing the remaining leaves as they prepare themselves for a glorious death. Twisting and turning on the wind, falling into heaps and mounds of vegetation like a blanket being laid upon the forest floor. The expanse of the grasslands, dotted with trees as we look even more closely – and there, nestled at the southern edge of the island, we find the cities of Tohea. Ayer, Riverwood, Tauros Town and Kadaraa; ranging from sprawling to sitting politely on the coastline. Connected by a rudimentary but effective roadway, they contain the majority of humankind on the island, each with its own unique flavour and history. Down on the road that stretches between Riverwood and Kadaraa, we find a grove of trees. A copse of autumn colours, a colony of the forest extending its reach slowly but surely; and on the edge of the copse we might notice a young man and what appear to be a few Pokémon. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... A’tuin grunted in protest, lowering his head and letting out a deep bellow, although for the Pokémon’s large size it was closer to a roar. “Don’t whine A’tuin, you know you’re just being a big baby! Sit still!” chided his trainer, currently perched on the Torterra’s back. The tortoise Pokémon was currently sporting his own shades of autumn, mostly gold with a few patches of rust red visible in the vegetation in the bonsai maple tree on his shell. He turned his head as far as he could, clenched his eyes shut and braced his legs. The miniature mountains on his back echoed the distant Rocktombs, sporting increasingly white patches as the mossy flora of his shell dried up for winter and yellowed. He had never got the hang of trimming days, although he knew it was always prudent to look his best lest he run across a verdant female Torterra. It was the equivalent of a haircut – the Pokémon didn’t feel it and it lightened the load on his shell (while his trainer wasn’t sitting on it anyway) and helped his tree to grow more healthily. Snipping away carefully with a pair of pruning shears, the grass type’s trainer pulled a thoughtful face as he examined his work. Sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth to concentrate, he clipped a few more leaves off before dismounting from the large Pokémon’s shell and took a proper look at the result. “Not bad!” he complimented, stepping around and reaching to scratch his Pokémon’s head. “You remember what comes next?” Torterra wagged his stubby little tail, nodding and shuffling carefully to turn around to face his trainer. The young man reached into his backpack on the ground, pulling out a tiny sweet and unwrapping it before feeding the candy to the tortoise happily. He patted his head and smiled as A’tuin shifted slightly. He always did that little shuffling dance when he got a rare candy. “Good boy, A’tuin. Ready for the walk into town?” his trainer asked, shading his eyes and turning to examine the skies. “What have Edgar and Fleur been up to?” He peered into the copse of trees to his side, jumping slightly as the Pokémon in question gave him what can only be described as the sort of Look that requires a capital letter. He wasn’t incompetent, really. He just… acted like it sometimes. Flapping into the air with a sarcastic caw, Edgar soared over to A’tuin and settled himself on one of the freshly trimmed branches, turning pointedly to preen his own feathers. The Murkrow could be described as vain – except that wouldn’t quite cover the extent of it. A few seconds later a tiny and colourful spray of flowers nearly tackled the trainer to the ground, the Pokémon having leapt up suddenly to surprise him and sit on his shoulder on the way into town. Her petals were soft and lush against the skin of her trainer’s neck, nearly belying the thorns he knew were hidden within. Roserade cocked her head to one side, giggling playfully as she seated herself for the ride. Counting his Pokémon, Xander tapped his belt musingly. It was probably time about now, time to go and get it over with. He was rather tall, standing proudly on the grassland with his team. Well, half of his team, but the others needed their rest for now. He was a thin and lithe young lad, although there was a definite presence surrounding him. His posture was upright and proper, his form slim but powerful. His tanned skin was offset by his deep green eyes, reminiscent of the swamps of Genua from which he came. His face was handsome in a rugged way, slightly angular but dashing. His deep brown hair was immaculately clean, drawn into a ponytail to keep it out of his face as he went about his work. Work, like that he had to do now. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... The road was fairly empty but for a few straggling trainers. Most people were bundled up inside, the brisk air beginning to carry quite a bite. A whistling wind caressed the plain, the grasses and shrubs swaying as though dancing. Normally, dancing with yourself is considered the sign of a truly deranged mind, but most of the people trudging along the roadway didn’t seem to mind or even notice. They also didn’t notice when a young man rode past on a Torterra, the Pokémon grunting occasionally with the concentrated effort. Edgar was still perched in A’tuin’s maple branches, staring balefully ahead as they covered the ground on their way to Kadaraa. Fleur was sunning herself at the base of the tree, her multi-flowered hands tucked behind her head like a sweet smelling pillow. The dappled shade of the leaves drifted back and forth with each step, airing the foliage and making a gentle rustling sound that soothed Xander and his Pokémon. The looming silhouette of Kadaraa lay before them – before long they passed into the suburbs proper and they had to stop. A’tuin was wonderful for rides in the country, but he would surely be getting tired and of course he was rather wide to be riding in the city. His trainer pulled out his Pokeball, returning the grass type so he could get some rest. Edgar fluttered down to Xander’s shoulder, Fleur peering around distastefully. She could never stand cities – too industrial and not green enough. He pulled out her Pokeball and returned her as well, then carefully unclipped Edgar’s ball so the bird wouldn’t notice. The Murkrow had a penchant for shiny things as was typical of his species, but seemed to take a liking to his own Luxury ball as though it was his personal plaything. Pressing the button quickly, Xander returned the bird and attached all of his Pokeballs to his belt, glancing around as he began to make his own way forward. He had only ever been to Riverwood once before – he was a local of Ayer and was familiar with the smaller town. The large buildings unsettled him, looming as though threatening and casting everything into cool shadow. The air was chilly enough without the shade. Locating the local Pokémon center, Xander strode purposefully downtown and checked his Pokémon in with the local Nurse Joy so they could get some rest. Getting information about a room for a few days, he retrieved his Pokeballs and went upstairs to organize his things, rest for a bit and prepare for the task ahead of him. He was here for a reason – he had another badge to win. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... The next day, Xander was awoken at a ridiculously early hour. He opened one eye reluctantly, peering up into the vacillating shape of Hecate. The ghost type beamed happily, swirling in a circle before squealing again to wake him up. She was obviously excited, her semi-transparent self shimmering with energy. “Morning, Hecate…” groaned her trainer, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Looking over at his watch, he saw it was nearly noon… perhaps not as early as he had thought. “Well… seems like it’s time to get things going! You ready, girl?” he inquired, yawning widely as punctuation. She nodded – quite a feat for what is essentially a disembodied head. He watched Misdreavus for a few moments before thinking back… Setting out from Ayer, it had still been late summer. The sun shone brightly, nearly obscene in the amount of light it was putting out and getting in his eyes, making them water. Yes, that was it, it was the sun making them water. He wasn’t leaving home forever or anything, he’d be back to visit… eventually. Yes. Of course. His family had never had much money, so when they had scrounged enough to get him his first Pokémon he had been overjoyed… a Murkrow. He had adored Edgar from the first moment he set eyes on the foolish, prideful and vain little bird. He had been even more surprised the next year when his family had bought him another Pokémon, a Misdreavus. He had set out, to train, but not before his mother pulled him aside and thrust a small wrapped package in his hands. “Don’t open it yet – wait until you’re gone, dear…” she had requested, her own eyes brimming with tears as she pulled her son into a tight hug and then later bid him goodbye. Once he had opened it, Xander found two smaller packages inside with a letter. One had contained one of the rare Light Stones – the very stone he had used to evolve Fleur when she had been a Roselia last year. The other was a Dark Stone, one he had been reluctant to use for fear of choosing poorly. He knew it would fuel Edgar’s pride and make him a truly formidable opponent in battle, but he also knew that the more demure Hecate would gain far more power with less of an obvious shift in self-awareness… but he wasn’t sure if he could betray his first Pokémon. Either of them. This morning, watching Hecate zoom around the room joyfully, Xander made his decision. Edgar was still (thankfully) in his Pokeball, and would likely feel snubbed but he felt that this would truly be best for the team. “Hecate? C’mere a second, I need to ask you something,” he asked, leaning back against the wall – still not even out of bed. The ghost type drifted over, tilting slightly as though shrugging inquiringly. “Dreeeeeevus?” she droned quietly. “Hecate… how do you feel about evolving?” He had never mentioned the Dark Stone – even if they knew how they would evolve he didn’t want to take the chance of inspiring a rivalry in his team. He pulled the carefully wrapped package out of the bottom of his pack where it had sat for the past few years, hidden away. “This stone,” he unwrapped it, “Will make you evolve. You’ll become a Mismagius, and gain all sorts of attacks and powers… you’ll be stronger,” he explained. He quickly added, “Not that you aren’t strong now! Just… even more powerful. If you would like that, then I will leave the choice up to you.” He smiled supportively, to try to express that no matter what her decision he would still love and care about his Pokémon. The purple Pokémon looked thoughtful, her mouth moving as though reading off of a page he couldn’t see. He set the stone down on the table beside the bed, slipping out of the covers and changing from his slightly embarrassing Pokeball pajamas into decent clothes. Today he wanted to dress for success… a nice shirt, decent jeans, clean shoes… By the time he finished dressing himself, he turned back to gather his things and check on Hecate. The ghost Pokémon was staring at the stone still, as though considering her options. Suddenly, she dipped and brushed the dark rock, her body quickly enveloped in a shining white light. The light of Misdreavus evolving. Xander shaded his eyes again, watching as the shape of her form shifted and elongated – pointing at the top, fringed at the bottom and pinched in the middle – before the luminescence ceased, leaving the trainer staring in awe at a Mismagius. His Mismagius. His Hecate. He beamed proudly at her, rushing forward to examine her new form, her new shape, her new species. So much was different, but the way her eyes sparkled was completely Hecate. “Maaage?” inquired her voice – deeper now, but not lower. It was more resonant and slightly more haunting. “Beautiful, Hecate. You’re beautiful,” stated her trainer, and she twirled happily, her fringed mock-cloak billowing and swaying as though weighted like the real thing. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... |
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| Jeanesse | Mar 27 2007, 12:08 AM Post #2 |
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Novice Trainer
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...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... PART TWO: In which our hero is unprepared. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... Stepping out of the sliding glass doors of the Pokémon Center in Kadaraa, Xander noticed with some disdain that the noontime sun barely penetrated the deep crevasses between the dominating buildings on every side. Scattered reflections of light shone from the giant glass obelisks, shimmering like mirages. He stood on the sidewalk for a moment, looking up and down the busy street before being passively forced into motion. The crowds of the bustling Kadaraa streets were swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon and all that. Not quite mysterious as the dark side of the moon. The general flow of people was headed in the correct direction, and the trainer let himself be gently pulled along in the mass of bodies. He tried to remain alert as his feet met the hard concrete, lest any foolish pickpockets decided to make him their next mark. Sidling slowly closer to the Kadaraa gym, he glanced between the members of the populous to get a view of what lay ahead. A tall orange dome protruded obstinately into the sky down the road, littered vaguely with lightning rods. They were obviously only for appearances; they were hardly placed in locations that would benefit the collecting of electricity during a storm. The walls of the building were yellow, likely a throwback to the common misconception that electricity was yellow, while in reality it was closer to a bluish white flash – described by those who had seen it close up as, “AAARRRRGGH!!! ARRRRRGHH!! MY EYES! MY EYES!” There were patterns painted in a deeper yellow on the walls, but Xander didn’t bother reading or deciphering the vague shapes and squiggles. Finally reaching the door, the boy stepped inside, noticing the walls were the same garish shade as the outside of the gym. They really should have fired their designer before they had gotten too far into the hideous colouration of the surfaces of the building. In the foyer of the gym, a secretary sat behind a cheap-looking desk, typing away at what looked like a brand-new computer happily. Clearing his throat politely, Xander drew the man’s attention in a manner often attributed to etiquette. The young man at the desk looked up; nodding perfunctorily and reaching to pull open a drawer of the desk to retrieve some paperwork. “Welcome to the Kadaraa City gym. You’ll need to fill out this form and present it to me with your Pokedex before you can officially challenge the gym leader. Here’s a pen, have a seat over there, and good luck,” droned the secretary. He looked rather bored with his position, but handed over the necessary form on a clipboard with a pen. Taking a seat in the corner in one of the industrial quality chairs that appear in every waiting room – each a dull shade of blue or deep red with a simple pattern of yellow flecks – he perused the paperwork and filled in the requested information. It seemed to be pretty mundane: name, age, trainer ID number, shoe size, hair colou- what? Glancing critically at the sheet of paper, it obstinately continued to request his shoe size and hair colour against all logical explanations. Xander peered sharply at the form (which cowered in the way only something that will later be filed in triplicate can). The trainer proceeded to fill out the entire questionnaire warily, before standing again and approaching the desk. He pulled out his Pokedex, handing all the required materials to the secretary. As the information was processed (in triplicate), he glanced around the room. A large steel door presumably led into the arena itself where the battle would occur, while the only things in this room were the chairs, desk and secretary. Not even a print of a painting on the wall for interest. The secretary nodded at Xander after a few minutes of typing, indicating the steel door. He stood and pulled the door open for the trainer, watching carefully as he entered before shutting it behind him. Hesitating, the trainer glanced at the handle. “You’re aware of the rules of a Gym battle, yes?” without waiting for a response the secretary rambled onwards, refreshing the trainer’s memory of all the nuances of battling a Gym Leader, summing it all up with, “…and of course this Gym battle is a bit different in that it is a two on two battle with no substitutions. Good luck.” The young man reeled mentally for a moment – two on two? ONLY two? No substi- he hadn’t prepared for this… Was this still a good idea? After all, one does not simply walk into Mordo- into a Gym battle. Was his strategy up to par? It would have to do… but who to choose? He was worried now. Things were a bit more uncertain at this point for the young man as he tried to pare everything down to two Pokémon. Crossing the metallic threshold, Xander made a silent pact with himself for his Pokémon. He would win, and he would do it for them… not for himself. It was clearly an electric type gym, and so some of his Pokémon were at an advantage while others quite the opposite. He had read about the gym in advance while he had prepared a rudimentary strategy – he knew it was a two on two battle with no switching. It would be tough, but he had considered his options long and hard before coming to a conclusion. Sorsha emerged from a door on the other side of the oddly arranged arena, striding purposefully toward Xander. He bowed as she reached him before standing up again to challenge her properly. “I’m here to challenge this gym to a battle for a Thunder badge,” he stated clearly. He was usually a bit too pompous, but perhaps his arrogance would pay off. It obviously had when he had challenged the Ayer Town gym leader. She nodded, holding out her hand to shake his without saying a word. As she released it, she turned and stalked back to her side of the battling arena. She moved gracefully, like a cat – but she didn’t stop to urinate against things. Taking her place, Sorsha reached to her belt and removed her two Pokeballs, releasing her Plusle and Minun again with no comment. Finding this efficient, Xander reached to his own belt and removed two of his Pokeballs, tossing them into the arena to disgorge their contents. Later, he would reflect on the intelligence of selecting two random Pokeballs from his belt and using them in a Gym battle. Two red bursts of light emerged into the arena, slowly resolving themselves into the shapes of Pokémon – Phillis and Hecate. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... |
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| Jeanesse | Apr 2 2007, 09:57 PM Post #3 |
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Novice Trainer
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...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... PART THREE: In which battling occurs. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... As soon as the shapes of his two Pokémon became apparent, thoughts began running through the trainer’s head. Oh no… I haven’t prepared Phyllis for this… Sorsha sneered menacingly at them both, shouting out the first words Xander heard her utter. “Plus, Minus: this won’t take long. Tag.” She issued no commands that Xander understood, although “tag” seemed to mean something to her Pokémon. With resolute expressions, the two electric mice darted for each other and touched tails – each one glowing slightly in blue and orange respectively. A tiny trail of static connected the two Pokémon as the scattered again, rushing towards the cover of the rocks. The boulders didn’t do much to hide the Pokémon because of the faintly visible trail of electricity, but it did give them cover so that attacks would be harder to aim. How could he win? Indoors, Phyllis couldn’t use synthesis to much effect and Hecate looked uncertain… He stopped thinking for a moment, just giving out the commands that seemed most sensible for now. “Phyllis, use quick attack to dart into the rocks toward the Plusle, then use sand attack towards where the static touches it! Hecate, use astonish on the Minun! Then follow up with confuse ray before it can get away!” His Pokémon nodded, springing (and floating, in Hecate’s case) into action. The ghost Pokémon drifted off toward toward the little blue mouse, her eerie form bobbing slightly as though buffeted by winds unfelt. She seemed to move through several of the rocks before she caught up with the rodent. Dashing in, she hurled herself through the rat and into the ground (passing through the dirt as though diving into a pool). In confusion and terror, the small Minun came to an abrupt stop – right against the boulder to his side as he tried to leap out of the way. Meanwhile, Phyllis leapt from rocktop to rocktop, her leaves rustling as she sniffed out the Plusle. Her tail moved slowly from side to side, undulating like an eel as it tried to search out any sunlight inside the large arena. Before the grass type could get very far, she was startled by the Plusle that hopped up in front of her, tackling her to the ground and getting in a direct hit on the Leafeon’s chest. Wincing in pain, she quickly retaliated by scooping up dirt and sand from the arena using her tail and dashing it up into the rodent’s eyes. While the rabbit scrabbled with her eyes, Phyllis extracted her revenge by giving the Plusle a solid headbutt to the face. Both of Xander’s Pokémon backed up a bit, keeping their adversaries in sight while putting a safe distance between them. The trainer cheered, eliciting a scowl from the haughty gym leader. “Plus, charge. Minus, assist.” More cryptic orders filled the arena, the sound of the leader’s voice dying quietly as her dulcet tones informed her Pokémon of their next orders. Xander had no clue what to do now… of all the times. The last round hadn’t gone too badly, although Hecate was still only slightly above the ground. Perhaps it would be safer to just have her stay down? The other Pokémon would get tired eventually… but something told him that the battle would run out of time before that happened. “Phyllis, use razor leaf on Minun and then give Hecate a helping hand! Hecate, aim a psybeam at both of the Pokémon!” He hoped the battle wouldn’t need to last very long, but he wasn’t sure how much damage his Pokémon would be able to do. Strategy might play a far larger part in the battle… he watched as the electricity connecting Plusle and Minun grew stronger and weaker as they focused and attacked. Perhaps there was something to that? …nah. Phyllis crouched down for a moment before leaping into the air, doing a somersault that loosed several volleys of sharp-looking leaves down towards the rodent. Squeaking erratically, the confused Pokémon ran face-first into a rock, but somehow managed to avoid the attack. It seemed he was doing far more damage to himself than any of the attacks ordered by Xander. Hecate locked eyes with the orange mouse on the other side of the small patch of water, her expression becoming one of pure loathing and disdain. The tiny rabbit squealed shrilly, closing her eyes as the psychic attack knocked her backwards. Phyllis jumped up towards Hecate, glowing slightly. The glow passed to Hecate as she focused on the other Pokémon once more, the attack knocking the Minun far more roughly and swiftly than before and bruising him. The shock of the impact seemed to break him from his confusion, and the blue rabbit growled angrily at Hecate before starting to cry. What an odd tactic, crying. But unbeknownst to Hecate, Phyllis and Xander, the tears were nothing but a façade to be used to induce sympathy in the competitors. Tiny tears drifted down his cheeks as he quailed, his squeaky voice echoing pathetically. Perhaps he was really hurt? Xander figured it would be best to focus on the other Pokémon for a moment just in case. “Hecate, use mean look to keep Plusle from getting away into cover, then follow up with a magical leaf attack. Phyllis, use agility to boost your speed and hit Plusle with a quick attack!” Nodding, Phyllis relaxed her muscles and ran swiftly over to the orange mouse who dodged to the side, causing the grass type to collide with the rock behind it with her shoulder. She let out a cry of pain, her speed suddenly gone as one of her limbs was numb with the shock of impact. Hecate wasted no time, locking gazes with the rabbit once more and psychically barring the tiny mouse from moving very far for terror. Instilling fear is of course never easy, unless you’re ugly, a politician, or both. Minun squeaked angrily, leaping forward to the edge of the water to let loose a spark of electricity which caught Hecate directly in the back. The shock caused her to lose concentration, and the Plusle dashed rapidly up to the opposite side as the ghost Pokémon turned around to the new assailant and hit her in the back with another spark. The ghost Pokémon screamed, her eerie voice quavering with pain as she seized up in the air. She drifted a bit lower, now directly over the center of the water. The electric types circled the pool as though honing in on their prey before charging. They both leapt at the same time as though synchronized by more than just the trail of static, which had been growing much thicker and stronger as they neared one another in proximity. Both electric types let out another flash of electricity, the attacks causing Hecate to twitch as she floated, her eyes fluttering and wincing from the pain. She suddenly looked very tired as the sparks of the electricity meeting caused sparks of bright red and blue and orange and every other colour to dance before her eyes. The mice landed on the opposite side of where they had landed, Minun now closer to the wounded Leafeon. He darted off into the rocks, skidding to a halt before her face as he tracked her down to kick sand up into her eyes. Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse… that was one way to put it, at least. Having noticed something at last, Xander took his observation and put it to practice. “Phyllis, stay strong, girl! Use tackle to pin the Minun, then razor leaf once it’s in close proximity! Hecate, hang in there! Focus and use lucky chant! Last thing we need is for them to get in any good hits!” Hecate nodded painfully, her pointy hat bobbing to and fro as she managed to move her head. Her lips began to move as her eyes fluttered closed – it almost looked as though she was praying. A pale violet hue began to surround her like a giant bubble, barely there when you looked squarely at it but more visible from the corner of your vision. Phyllis was having troubles of her own; the small mouse having ran away before she could recover enough to tackle it at close range. Quickly processing her own interpretation of her trainer’s orders, she jumped again to send another swarm of leaves after the rodent. This time the attack struck true, knocking the Minun to the ground and covering him in cuts that didn’t look half shallow. Two or three leaves actually appeared to be stuck in the skin of the mouse, bouncing up and down with the movements of the electric type and causing him to stumble further and fall in pain. Tiny trickles of blood ran down his back and tail as he curled defensively into the fetal position. The Leafeon managed to regain her self-control, jumping forward to tackle the defenseless Pokémon before she was abruptly knocked to the side from the unexpected Plusle. The female electric type had snuck around and leap to intercept the tackle, pinning the grass type against another rock and banging her other shoulder. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... |
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| Captain Palmer | Aug 9 2007, 01:31 PM Post #4 |
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...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... PART FOUR: In which a conclusion occurs. ...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~...~*~... ...and then Sorsha's Pokémon fainted and she handed over the money and the TM and the badge and Xander went wee and ran home to mommie and cried himself to sleep and was so happy and became a uber successful trainer and never worred about being stupid again. Yay. {I.e: New chapter coming, will edit it in once finished} |
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| Ky Ordrelin | Aug 21 2007, 07:13 PM Post #5 |
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Drama Whore
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Graded: B Seriously, I think you forgot about this. PM me and ending, and I'll see what it is. |
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Fleur;
Edgar;
A'tuin;
Hecate;
Phillis;
Alice





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