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| Deleted User | Feb 17 2008, 06:39 PM Post #16 |
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The chingling’s mood changed almost as soon as I threw the food down. Some of it rolled into the snow, immediately being buried. The majority of the edible delights were save by the lab coat; although, how “safe” they were with hungry Pokémon around could be argued, especially with Jonas already digging into the stuff. Soon, the chingling had joined Jonas in an effort to devour the pile of food, and seemed to be making good progress as the food pile was steadily diminishing. With the chingling’s attention focused on the food, the abra was able to free itself from the ribbon that had immobilized it only moments before. I had suspected this would happen, and was glad that my own efforts had not been in vain. But my moment of gladness was short-lived as it sent a blast of energy toward the bell Pokémon, who splendidly dodged the great wave of shimmering air. Then, the chingling hurled its body at the abra. But, the abra had obviously anticipated this and merely teleported out of danger. The abra reappeared beside Jonas. It stood facing me. I was sitting, so it was about eye level. I felt something… like something pressing into my mind. It was a strange feeling, one that I had never felt before. Something alien was pushing its way into my mind. It was so strange that I didn’t even consider resisting for my surprise. Then, I heard a voice… Well, I didn’t really hear it. It was sort of like the impression of a voice, like a sound that made itself apparent without being heard. The abra was speaking to me. You think I'm willing to give up my freedom, just because you gave me some food? I can gather the necessities without breaking a sweat, but, since you offered, I'll be taking these food balls." The food balls on the coat began to shimmer as an unnatural power took hold of them. They were lifted up into the air. The shimmer suddenly vanished and the balls returned to earth. The abra had teleported away to avoid another one of the chingling’s assaults. That chingling seemed very strong for such a small Pokémon. Considering that its physical attacks were strong and that, being psychic type, it would have a general resistance to other psychic influences I began to realize that it would probably be able to hold its own against the abra. So, I decided not to worry about it. I also realized something else. The abra’s “voice” had seemed masculine in nature. So, I surmised that it was a he. Long ago, in another life, I would have had no trouble beating down that abra. I would not have not even thought twice about catching it and forcing it into servitude. It would be just another day at work, just another day in The Organization. But, I had changed a lot since the incident with my munchlax, who was the only Pokémon that I had considered worthy of being a friend rather than a servant. I had thought nothing of treating other Pokémon like objects rather than living things. The Organization did that to people. I thought that my experiments could not fail. But, ambition had eventually cost me my greatest possession, my only true companion in that horrible place of twisted minds and corrupt hearts. I would never be that way again. I thought of this after hearing the abra’s thoughts. He was right though. There was no reason why he would join me just because I was offering him some food. He may have been acting arrogant, but it was my arrogance that had led me to believe that he would turn so easily. Although, judging by how eager he was to take the food, I doubted that food was as easy to come by as he wanted me to think. What worried me was the fact that he thought he would have to give up his freedom. It is true that some trainers force their Pokémon to stay in the pokeballs all of the time without developing a relationship with them, not all trainers are like that. I was no slave-master. This made me think that the abra may have had some bad experience, or least knew of some bad experience, involving humans. I liked to believe that Pokémon and their trainers were more of friends, or at least partners, that worked together to better themselves. At least, that’s the way that I had viewed the relationship between my munchlax and I, and even between Jonas and I. Even battles helped to develop this relationship. The trainer counts on the Pokémon to execute attacks, and the Pokémon depends on the trainer to make major strategic decisions about the battle. Even intelligent Pokémon like abra would have difficulty concentrating its attacks and trying to strategically defeat its opponent. Plus, the placement of the trainer, who can see the entire field of battle, is certainly a better position to make strategic decisions. Overall, a Pokémon would find it much easier to battle and train with a good trainer than to battle and train on its own. The abra, of course, didn’t know about my general view of trainer-Pokémon relations. He probably thought that I was just “another human”. I wasn’t surprised that he thought ill of trainer-Pokémon relations, and doubted that there weren’t other Pokémon that would think the same way. I still wanted to get the abra to join my team, but doing so would be difficult. Most of all, though, I wanted him to agree join my team. I considered my choices: If I helped the abra by ordering Jonas to catch the chingling, it would undo any trust that it had in me. If I caught the chingling, then the abra would no doubt believe that its prejudices would have been confirmed. Then, it would probably teleport away, maybe even going back for the food balls. I didn’t like the sound of this. If I attacked the abra and helped the chingling, it would certainly leave me in good standing with the little bell Pokémon. I could even then catch the abra. But, he would probably never forgive me for catching him. He would never trust me or call me his friend. He wouldn’t battle with me. Having such a Pokémon, even if it were an abra, on the team would be entirely useless and maybe even dangerous. So, that was out of the question. I could also just let the battle play out, not helping either side. The chingling would probably lose. If it fainted, I would not be able to ask it to join the team. If I were then to catch the weakened abra, he would hate me for it. This choice had the worst consequences of all. I was going about this the wrong way. I had to convince the abra that I wasn’t just another arrogant human; I wasn’t just some trainer looking for another slave to battle into the ground. I was looking for friends and comrades to join me in my new life. But how was I to go about doing this? Abras are sentient beings. I had to show him that I knew that. I had to show him that I saw him as an equal and a possible partner, not a weapon of some sort. But how?, I thought. I put my hand on Jonas and began rubbing his wool. A slight buzz swept through my fingers as the static electricity began to accumulate. I passed my hand through my own hair out of though, a habit that I had picked up long ago. I could feel each hair cling to my charged hand. I had to peak the abra’s interest. I had to make him doubt his own prejudice, just long enough to entertain the idea of joining me. I had to do something that probably no other human had taken the time to do… But what? Then it came to me. I scrambled to my feet. I knew what I had to do, what the right thing to do was. The first thing I did when I met Jonas was to give him a name. That was because he could not tell me his own name, and whether or not he had a name was beyond me. But, when two sentient beings, two intelligent people meet each other on equal footing, in respect, the first thing they do is learn eachother’s name. Even enemies and rivals learn the names of their opponents. Knowing their name and letting them know yours is recognizing them as an individual, their own person. I called out to the abra. I spoke, not obnoxiously, like somebody looking down at a lesser creature, nor simply, like somebody taking pity on something sad, nor even like somebody desperate, but with a deep voice of respect like that of somebody facing another, friend or foe, worthy of their respect. “Abra!”, I said, “My name is Gaspar! What is yours?” Judging by what the abra seemed to think of humans, the very idea of a one asking a Pokémon for its own name would probably surprise him. Hopefully it would be enough to at least tempt his curiosity… --------------------------------------------------- ((Not to ref: for the sake of good record-keeping, I will be putting a word count at the end of my posts from now on. I'd also like to ask permission to edit my previous posts to include a word count)) Word count: 1549 |
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| Twitch | Feb 18 2008, 08:03 AM Post #17 |
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"...Food? So, you're not going to eat me!?" It asked, changing moods and tone swiftly so that its fear wasn't evident. The Snorunt was instantly happy with your decision and voluntarily hopped out of the mound of snow that was inadvertently serving as a type of shield to the Pokémon. It skipped merrily before motioning you to come over to what seemed to be a green, healthy bush. "You could always find Berries growing in places, those are food. But during winter it's hard to find them so your best bet is to just go to the Pokémon village!" So, you could scavange whatever berries are left. Bushes, groves, orchards, and trees could all host berries but finding them at this point in time was highly difficult. Though, another option was presented to you by the small Pokémon; a Pokémon Village of sorts was said to be a solace from your hunger. Yet, I've never heard of such a place and it could be a scam. What would you do? A first decision has made itself a reality and to choose it will be your challenge. Reliable yet rare berries? Or risky yet safe village? Your move... |
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| Solomon | Feb 20 2008, 04:02 PM Post #18 |
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"...Food? So, you're not going to eat me!?" I saw my friend’s mood change quickly, obviously because it felt sure that I was not going to poison myself by eating it. I found this quite uplifting, since I had never had a true friend before. All of my brethren had been too fearful of my illness to even consider being my friend. Finally having one and being able to make it happy gave me a feeling of great joy. I watched my friend intently, waiting for an answer. It jumped from the piles of white that surrounded it. It looked as if it was more at home among the drifting white than it would be anywhere else. I wondered at how it could withstand the painful stabbing of the stuff, or the unbearable numbness that followed such pain. Could this slight-looking creature really be so powerful? I thought, Or perhaps the white did not sting the creature because it smelled the same. Perhaps the white only stung those that did not smell like water. I did not give it further thought, as I turned my attention back to my friend’s movements. My friend skipped across the white. It’s feet lightly pushing against the soft stuff, barely pushing it down. I had never seen anything move like that and was astounded by how effortlessly its motions seemed to flow. I was surprised by how its very movements could demonstrate such a sense of joy, such a sense of freedom, especially in this terrible place. My friend stopped in front of a plant. I knew it was a plant, because it had the same tangle of sticks and twigs and smelled the same as those on my cliff-top home. What was strange about it was that it was entirely full of countless little leaves. Their solid color seemed hard against the glittering and shapeless white around them. I had never seen a plant with so many leaves, since the once on my cliff had only had a few leaves, or none at all. [COLOR = AquaMarine] "You could always find Berries growing in places, those are food. But during winter it's hard to find them so your best bet is to just go to the Pokémon village!"[/COLOR], my friend said to me. With those words, my focus was drawn away from the strange plant. It said that berries were food, that I could find them growing in places. But, I did not know what a berry was, or where I would find one growing. How big were berries? What did they smell like? How fast could they run? If I were to hunt one, would it fight back? What’s more, they were hard to find. It didn’t sound like looking for berries was what I wanted, especially when this Pokémon village sounded like a much surer source of food. I had never seen a village either, and could not begin to imagine what one looked like. But, I was convinced that my friend knew what he was talking about. I didn’t know the where I could find the village either, so I asked: “Where is the village?” I waited for an answer. I would go wherever my friend told me the village was. |
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| Selia | Feb 22 2008, 11:14 AM Post #19 |
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For some reason, the Snorunt looked more than happy to point you to that village. He was really trying to help… I hope at least, since actually, if he decided to fight you, you could find yourself in troubles. You couldn’t know however, since wild Pokémon aren’t born with the knowledge of type resistances and weaknesses. It’s a thing learned with time, after many fights and experience… if you were able to survive trough all them, obviously. Back to your friend, his body trembled a bit as he turned around, looking for something – a sign to orient himself? – then he pointed you to the left, where the tress looked less close to one another. It could really look like a sort of path, actually, though no sign of recent prints could be seen in the snow. “In that direction. Go straight until you see a really big tree, then turn right. I’ll… hum… reach you later. I’ve a commission to make first.” Before you could think to protest, he was gone, only a faint scent of water remaining in the air. You couldn’t spot him, no matter how hard you looked. To be an ice type in a snowy forest did have its perks… |
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| Philmaster | Feb 22 2008, 11:20 PM Post #20 |
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{I don't have the power to put you in a position where you could do that but if you want to and you trust me enough, you can PM me the post counts for each of your previous posts and I'll edit them in. I promise I won't mess around with any of your posts if I do edit the word count in.} Your clever actions and careful choice of words would probably win over the heart of many other Pokémon. Unfortunately, this Abra was a completely different story. After first, grabbing one of your food balls using telekinesis and putting it into his hand, Abra sent another telepathic message to your mind as a response to your proposal. His mind spoke to your's as he started munching down on it. "Name? What's in a name? My name is Keeshii but what good will that do you in a battle?" In all of his vast knowledge, he still doesn't know how important one's name could be. Perhaps he still has things to learn. So, now that you know my name, what will you do with that knowledge, human? Will it do you any real good?" was the next message he passed on into your head. Even though you couldn't really hear his tone of voice, he still managed to make the message sound spiteful. This probably meant that he was one of those Pokémon who had a reason to despise the human race. To him, even a kind man like you was just another human. You could tell that Keeshii was about to continue his telepathic conversation with you when his voice made itself clear in your head again. This time, however, Abra had been distracted and did not see the Chingling moving towards him for an attack. He interrupted the message in the middle of sending it so that he could concentrate his psychic energy on using Teleport to get out of Chingling's way. Chingling's attack missed completely and almost caused the bell Pokémon to lose her balance. Keeshii, slightly displeased, sent another telepathic message to your mind. "Hmmm... So that's how it is? Fine then. We speak no more Prepare for battle, human." After that, he stopped sending you his telepathic messages and got ready to fight against your Pokémon. At this point, Chingling had just gotten up and was about to attack again when Abra used it's teleportation powers to get out of the way and giving you time to get ready. Looks like this cocky Abra isn't going down without a fight. Lv. 5 35/35 100%[Done munching on his food] ALLY :Female Lv. 6 (PLv. 6) 37/37 77%[Pissed with Abra] --- Lv. 10 (PLv. 10) 45/45 72%{I apologize if this looks like a lousy ref...} |
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| Deleted User | Feb 29 2008, 05:44 PM Post #21 |
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After I had finished my question, the abra brought one of the food balls to its hand. Then, lifting it up and taking a bite, the creature answered me: “Name? What's in a name? My name is Keeshii but what good will that do you in a battle? So, now that you know my name, what will you do with that knowledge, human? Will it do you any real good?" This is the answer that I got. Keeshii? Certainly I thought that it was an exotic name, and certainly I was somewhat surprised. But, upon further thought, I found that it was really ridiculous to be surprised at a name that seemed so strange to me. Pokémon saw the world in a different way. Even though abra’s and the like could be intelligent and sentient like humans, they were far from human when it came to cultural identity and culturally identifying features like names. No, it would probably have been more unusual if the abra’s name were something more human, like Joe or Bob. As far as I knew, Keeshii was a name no worse among abras than Gaspar was among humans. It was even possible that the name was quite respectable among abras. As to what good this knowledge would do me, Keeshii had no idea. He may not have understood, but by asking him his name, I had recognized his intelligence, his sentiency. I had recognized that he was worth having a name. I had recognized that he was not just an “it”, not just an object or some dumb creature of less competency. This mere word is what set him out as an individual. Think about it: You would not normally name mere objects around you. The door, the pillow and the television remain to be known as the door, the pillow and the television. But once you name something, you give it an identity in your mind. Now, recognizing the abra as Keeshii, rather than just another abra will not necessarily improve my ability to strategize, although I was hoping he would recognize the respect I was bestowing on him, would force me to treat him like a serious individual, rather than just another abra among thousands of Pokémon. With this sort of mindset, it would be easier for me to think about him as somebody worth my while. Even in battle, if the situation should have resulted in that, I would be able to treat him as an individual opponent with the ability to outsmart me in his own right. Of course, I would do my best to counter all that Keeshii could throw at me, while manipulating the battle to my own means. But when it came down to it, I would be able to take such a battle more seriously if I distinguished my single opponent as an individual being rather than just some random thing. What concerned me about the message was that it felt so spiteful in nature. Even though I could not really hear what Keeshii was saying, he was still able to portray the emotion behind his thoughts because of the temporary mental connection he had to make with me in order to communicate. I could only wonder at what experience had caused him to have such disdain for humans. Perhaps he had just been taught to hate humans and had not necessarily had a bad experience himself. Then again, he could have been abused by a previous trainer, or even just hurt by another person who was not necessarily a trainer. Whatever the reason though, the idea that anybody could hold any type of hatred for a group of people as a whole was just foreign and unreasonable to me. Could I, as a human, hate Pokémon because they were Pokémon, even though they did not decide to be born as Pokémon? Heck, they weren’t even the ones who decided that they should be born. No more could I hate native Toheans for being born on Tohea, or the people of Kanto for being born in the Kanto region. It makes absolutely no sense to hate an entire group of people who have no control of whether or not they belong to that group! If Keeshii hated me for something he had seen me do, or for something I had personally done to him, his distaste would make more sense. He could even abhor me for being a member of some subversive organization, because I would have joined such an organization of my own free will and out of my beliefs. Even though I had been part of such a group, I left it because my beliefs no longer coincided with theirs… And besides, Keeshii did not know of my past, and, theoretically, the only way he could find out would be if I had thought about it myself. See, my line of thinking was this: Psychic Pokémon have the ability to measure, interpret, and manipulate waves of energy. Chinglings, for example, are especially adapted to the acute sensing and manipulation of sound waves. Some Pokémon can manipulate light waves to execute attacks like light screen. All psychics, though, have the ability to generate and manipulate massive amounts of brainwaves to a varying degree. Abra, and its evolutions, kadabra and alakazam, have evolved to be so specifically adapted to brainwave manipulation that they have become the epitome of psychic Pokémon. Brainwaves, as with all waves, are just energy. But, they are special because they are emitted by the workings and processes that the brain undergoes. Even the human brain can emit brainwaves. Psychics can absorb these brainwaves into their own minds and translate them into articulate thought. Thus, Keeshii could read my mind. Now, this is all well and good, but memory works differently than normal thought. While it is stored, memory is not being processed. It is stored as chemical signals. Chemical signals do not emit brainwaves. When they are being processed, however, by the neurons that first stored these signals during, remembrance, brain waves are then emitted. But, while memory is “in storage” it is unreadable. So, in theory, Keeshii could not have possibly read my memory, since it would in no way be emitted as brainwaves for him to read unless I was in the middle of reminiscing. As far as I knew, I could safely assume that he knew not of my past and had no other reason to hate me other than that I was human. I felt Keeshii’s presence make itself clear in my mind once again. There was a slight pause, like that of somebody collecting their thoughts or clearing their throat. I felt slightly put off in anticipation of the message of spite and hate that would surely follow. But, I never anticipated what actually did happen. Just as Keeshii was about to literally speak his mind, the chingling gave a mad dash toward the unsuspecting abra. The psychic chord linking our minds in communication was suddenly severed as Keeshii hastily redirected his focus and energy to teleport out of harm’s way. Completely missing its target, the chingling’s step faltered and was nearly sent head over heels. Keeshii reappeared only a short distance away. My eye followed his motion. He sent another message to my mind. I could tell that he was displeased as his thoughts pervaded my own mind: "Hmmm... So that's how it is? Fine then. We speak no more Prepare for battle, human." Once again, I felt Keeshii’s alien presence dissipate from my mind. I felt somewhat shocked at the brashness of his words. But, I soon recovered when I realized that the chingling was preparing for another attack. Before it could even begin its next assault, though, its target was gone in a blur of teleportation. This is bad, I thought to myself upon hearing Keeshii’s ominous words. A battle was exactly the thing I had been trying to avoid the entire time. I didn’t want to be the aggressor, and I didn’t want to fall into that “just another human” category that I suspected that Keeshii associated me with. But, it seemed that the situation had quickly unraveled and I was going to be dragged into a battle whether I liked it or not. At least I would be acting in a defensive position, rather than the offensive one that Keeshii was in. I hoped against hope that I would still be able to save the situation: I’ll try to talk to him one last time. Maybe I can reason with him. I’ll say something along the lines of “We’re both rational beings, we don’t have to fight. But, I wasn’t stupid; I was perfectly aware that this had very little chance of working. Thus, my mind was sent reeling into battle tactics as I began to analyze the situation. I hadn’t noticed anything about the general area around me that was particularly outstanding because of the gray snowfall that shrouded everything. But, as I looked around now, the snowfall quickly thinned and dissolved. I sighed with relief. With the weather change, I would now be able to better keep an eye on the battle. Furthermore, it put Jonas at an advantage. Static electricity is very inefficient in humid weather, like a snowstorm or rain. But, since the snowstorm had just passed, it would have taken nearly all of humidity out of the air. Because the water fell in the form of snow, which is just small bits of ice, there would be little evaporation until it became warm enough for all of the snow to melt. It was a perfect environment for Jonas to battle in. Although Jonas was far too inexperienced to know how to control his electricity to the extent needed to execute electric attacks, this dry weather would still significantly increase the effect of his Static ability. I had considered weather. Next, I turned my thoughts to the Pokémon in the battle. That chingling seems to be able to hold its own. It could probably withstand quite a few of those psychic blasts that Keeshii seems so keen on using, because it too is a psychic type. Jonas, has no defense against it, though. I’ll have to focus on keeping him from getting hit by them. The chingling is angry with Keeshii anyway, and will probably concentrate on attacking him. It’ll keep him on the move and attack him when it can. It’s wrap attack seemed to be very affective against Keeshii. Keeshii, on the other hand, is probably going to concern itself mostly with attacking Jonas. He seems to think himself much more powerful than the chingling to even concern himself with its presence. Furthermore, he seems to be angry with me, or at least sees me as more of a foe than the chingling. So, the chingling attacks Keeshii and Keeshii attacks Jonas. The best thing I could probably do is to have Jonas hold out until the chingling can immobilize Keeshii with that wrap attack, or until Keeshii gets worn out. I turned to Jonas to give him his battle orders. My voice trembled slightly at the thought of being dragged into the apparently eminent battle: “Alright, Jonas, things are getting bad… very bad. This may turn into a fight. I know this is our first battle, and it’s going to be a difficult one. But, I need you to hang tough and follow my commands the best that you can…” I wasn’t sure whether or not Jonas comprehended what I told him. But, whether by the actual meaning of the words, or by the stress in my voice, he seemed to understand the urgency of the situation. He grew tense and the ball on the end of his tail began to glow brightly. Random sparks, now excited by his state of anticipation for the fight, flew out from his wooly body. His wool stood out and expanded, making the little sheep Pokémon look much larger than he actually was. He was ready for battle. “… I”, I continued, “want you to keep away from Keeshii as much as you can. Dodge anything he throws at you if he’s far enough away for you to do so. But, if he teleports close, use agility and tackle. Aim for his head before he can attack you…” Being an abra, Keeshii’s body was far more underdeveloped then his head and his brain. Surely, hitting his underdeveloped and nearly unprotected body would cause a lot of damage. But, hurting him in such a way could leave permanent damage. Plus, it would probably hurt just as much to be hit in the head, but would be less likely to result in a broken bone or other such injury due to the thickness of the skull that would be needed to protects such a large brain. Furthermore, the whole point of such an attack would be to keep him from attacking. Hitting him in the head, thereby completely disrupting the focus needed to channel psychic energy for attacks, would completely accomplish this. Having Jonas aim for Keeshii’s head had one other advantage. As I’ve repeated many times before, Keeshii was an abra. As I understood it, he used his mind to create and manipulate brainwaves, which he used as psychic energy. While this, in itself, would not necessarily help me against him, the fact that the generation of such psychic energy required an extraordinary amount of brain processes would. See, when a neuron passes a signal along its axon, it relies on the movement of positively charged ions, rather than the electrons of normal electricity. As such, when many neurons are working at the same time, there are many positive ions moving about. With Pokémon like abras, there is an extremely large amount of positive ionic movement when the Pokémon’s brain goes through the complicated process of manipulating psychic energy. This creates a field of positive charge located in the brain due to the movement of these positively charged ions. I thought that I could use the presence of this positively charged field to my advantage. It would greatly increase the chance of Jonas’s static ability discharging into Keeshee if he made physical contact with his head right as he was charging his psychic power. “…Keep an eye behind you too”, I continued, “and be ready to dodge his attacks”. I said this last thing in an attempt to anticipate Keeshii’s own possible strategies. If I were in his position, being the attacker, I would try to teleport behind my opponent. I suspected that this is what he was going to do. This would put him in a position to attack Jonas at his most vulnerable. If Jonas weren’t expecting it, such a move would catch him off guard and make it difficult to for him to counter. He would also have to turn around to attack. By warning Jonas of this threat, I hoped to minimize the advantage that Keeshii would get from such a subversive attack. If Keeshii teleported behind and farther away, Jonas would have little difficulty dodging his attacks. If Keeshii got close from behind, Jonas’s agility would limit the amount of time it would take for him to turn and attack, just as it would in any situation. I was pretty confident that Jonas would have no trouble against an attack from the rear with only the warning I had given him. This is because he would have no trouble keeping track of the area around him. Being a sheep Pokémon, which share many of the same characteristics as other herd Pokémon, mareeps have their eyes located nearer to the side of their heads, rather than the front. Actually, most herbivores have their eyes located on the sides of their heads to increase their field of vision to look out for predators. This allows them to see almost three hundred and sixty degrees. On a side note, predators have both eyes located on the front of their face to allow them to better judge things like distance and size of their prey. So, Jonas, who’s eyes were on the side of his head, would have no problem spotting Keeshii if he teleported behind him. Even though Jonas had been given his orders, I was well aware of the fact that Keeshii did not have a problem with him specifically. No, he had made it a point to tell me to prepare for battle. This led me to believe that he may actually try to attack me, rather than Jonas. Being aware of this too, I would, of course, try to move out of the way if this were to happen. Obviously, I would try very hard to dodge such an attack. I paid special attention to the side of me opposite to that of Jonas. If Keeshii were to teleport there, he would be in the perfect spot to aim an attack at both Jonas and me. It would come at me first. If I did manage to evade it, I would have been blocking Jonas’s view of Keeshii’s attack, and he would be completely unprepared to dodge it. If Keeshii attacked from this angle, I would have to not only evade the attack, but also grab Jonas and pull him out of the way. I certainly hoped this would not happen, because that would leave both Jonas and I in an extremely bad situation. That was it. The stage had been set. I waited for Keeshii to make his move… Word Count: 2,927 |
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| Solomon | Mar 4 2008, 01:53 PM Post #22 |
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My newfound friend turned and trembled slightly. It looked about, although I was not sure what for. It pointed to the left, where the giants stood farther apart to form what seemed like a through-way. I imagined that it would offer little shelter from the falling white. But, it sure would make it easier to move among the giants without so many of them blocking the way. My friend spoke: “In that direction. Go straight until you see a really big tree, then turn right. I’ll… hum… reach you later. I’ve a commission to make first.” It seemed to be very lighthearted at saying this, as if it had just gotten rid of some troubling problem. I didn’t exactly know what to make of this, but I was grateful that it head pointed me in the appropriate direction. Although, I was not quite sure what the direction was. Surely, I understood the general idea of what it had said. I knew that I had to continue until I saw a “tree”. But, I hadn’t the slightest idea of what a “tree” was. The word was entirely new to me, just as many things in this stramge realm were. But, it did say that this “tree”, whatever it was, was going to be something big. Though, it would have to be something very big to stand out amongst the giants all around. I turned to ask my friend what this “tree” would look like. But, nothing was left there to speak with except the white that slowly and glitteringly drifted from the heavens. Tall, brown and gray giants stood firm against this beautifully numbing onslaught. I squinted my eyes painfully at the glistening scene. I noticed that the falling white began to lessen. Soon, white was no longer falling from the sky, and all that was left was that which already rested on the ground or in the giant arms above. Although I was quite confused by my friend’s disappearance, I was not necessarily concerned with its absence. The numbing of my body slightly lessened and gave way to a general soreness. I tried my best to ignore it as I walked in the direction that my friend had told me. But, that is far more easily said than done and with each step my legs ached to their very core. I looked around as I walked, searching for this big thing that my friend had told me about. Once I reached it, I would then follow his directions until I could find the village… |
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| Twitch | Mar 7 2008, 11:46 PM Post #23 |
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...And just like that, POOF! Your friend disappeared into the night, leaving you with only directions to a "Pokémon Village" of sorts, and hopes of befriending the Snorunt later on in your Journey. As for you, you'd need to head on over to wherever it was in the first place. A big tree, huh? So, it'd have to be bigger than the already colossal, towering trees. That has got be huge... After a good five minutes of clueless wandering, you finally reached a burnt, humongous tree of great and astounding caliber. This must be what that Snorunt was babbling about, huh? A few more minutes of following directions led you to a civilized valley of Pokémon. Yup. The place wasn't made up and it seemed to be crawling with potential friends, rivals, and possible enemies. The village seemed ordered, and must've had an authoritative leader supporting it. So, what now? It's your move... Quoted from the Topic:
{{OOC: Ask for a mask change to the “Hidden Reatreat”}} [/color] |
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| Selia | Mar 13 2008, 08:24 AM Post #24 |
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Keeshii the Abra, with a feline smile that made clear he judged the whole world a place populated by inferior and limited beings just like you and your Pokémon, used an Agility from his ‘hiding spot’. You hadn’t believed he could have possibly given you the time to prepare without taking advantage of it as well, had you? This made also clear this Abra knew his advantages and his limits very well and was going to use his faculties at his best. He was stronger than you, he knew it and he was going to make it clear, in case you hadn’t perceived it well enough. Chingling made a small noise, as well. This psychic type wasn’t against you, at least, but confronted to Abra… well, you got what I mean. Not to mention she didn’t look very much like an ally of yours, more like another opponent of Abra, that is quite different. No active collaboration was going to come from her, only a generic disturbance for your opponent that you had to use at you advantage, given you could be able to predict it well enough. For no other reason than your own intuition, you suddenly could notice a change of the air, like a small current of energy that made the atmosphere even more tense than it already was and, in the end, made the tension release with a ‘snap’ that was almost audible. The fight had begun. Mareep, who was powering herself with Agility from the start, immediately shot on her four, tense and ready to face the opponent from any direction he was going to come from. Easier said than done, if we consider the supreme speed of an Abra, even without taking into account the pwnsomeness of this one specimen in particular. The feline appeared suddenly, out of nowhere like one could expect from him, but so quickly it was almost impossible to react to his actions, at least for Mareep, because Chingling wasn’t going to be fooled so easily. Abra wasn’t either, though, on the contrary, it looked like he knew what was going to happen, maybe because he had planned it himself. Mareep jumped sideway with a strangled cry of surprise, while the other psychic type launched toward the feline Pokémon with a cry of battle. Abra made a sudden movement, meeting the small Pokémon halfway in what looked like a well aimed Body Slam: a second later, Chingling fell down on the ground, just as Mareep’s reflexes made the sheep move finally toward Abra to attack. The opponent, however, was already gone. All that happened in a few seconds, but already one of Abra’s enemies had been defeated, or at least, wasn’t a big danger anymore. “Now that the hindrances have been cleared, let’s continue seriously…” Lv. 5 : 35/35 : 96%[SPD +1] :Female Lv. 6 (PLv. 6) : 16/37 : 70%[PRZ] -VS- [Keeshii] Lv. 10 (PLv. 10) : 40/45 : 65%[SPD +1] |
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