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| Jesus | Feb 11 2008, 11:05 PM Post #1 |
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So much for hoping the little devil child would leave this poor continent alone, eh? You just HAD to get in a random epic fight with a creature from another dimension and get all your Pokémon killed, then randomly decide to kill everyone on the planet. Makes perfect sense... well, for a psychotic lunatic who'd be better off locked away in an asylum somewhere. for a human being, I wouldn't say it much makes sense at all. Ah, there I go again, talking like you're exactly human. Silly me, thinking the evil sexy loli would act normal in any capacity! You know what you need? A HUG, that's the hell what. Maybe even two or three, or like ten or something! Or some therapy. A LOT of therapy. Go be a devil child somewhere else. I need some goddamn aspirin. |
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| Munchkinator | Feb 11 2008, 11:42 PM Post #2 |
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I walked out of the battered alleyway with a headache the size of Manhattan, a burning desire to enact sharp stabbity doom on any passerby, and the unfortunate realization that I couldn't enact stabbity doom on anyone without having a sharp stabbity object with which to doom them. Well, priorities. I needed money to outfit myself and my team, both for weaponry and various handy trainer-related objects. I needed... more weaponry, preferably something large caliber, and I needed more of a team to outfit. And a way to kill everyone on the planet, one at a time if I had to! Damnit, I needed something to kill if I was to retain any of my sanity. Or something that could spit forth large quantities of concentrated doom so I could at least enact most of these fantasies, whichever came first. Well, alright, let's look at it this way. I have a Ralts that isn't going to be good for a whole lot until she regains and surpasses her former power, and a fat lot of nothing else. If I was going to do this "killing everyone" thing, I had to be prepared - which, fortunately, would probably mean that I'd have to kill a bunch of people along the way! With a giggle, I realized that this was one of those things where the journey would be every bit as much fun as the fantastically, horrifically gory ending. Even if I didn't manage to find out what happened to Atropos immediately, I could at least carve cute little hearts in the bodies of people I killed. That would be fun, and I could use it as stress relief. Everyone needs stress relief, you know? People have to have a way to deal with the hustle and bustle of modern life, and how better than by making origami from small intestines (which, oddly, are larger than the large intestine. WTF, yo?) or playing sock puppets with severed heads? Well, maybe by scarring their children for the rest of their (short) life by beating them to death with the corpses of their parents. But that pretty much trumps everything else, so it's not really a fair comparison. It's kind of like comparing "garroting someone with a hotdog" and "carving the word pain into every inch of someone's body with a rusty spoon;" I win either way, and whoever I just cut up is either screaming without a tongue, or bleeding like an angry pig without a back half! ...So... ANYWAYS. Killing people. Right. It's like 2 in the morning, so not a lot of people out. At least there's a moon so I'm not, like, blind and shit. And Ralts can do that psychic thing and probably f*** people in the ass with her mind, which is kinda cool. ...Wonder if she could find me something to kill? "Hey, Pram hun. Do me a favor and find a wild Pokémon to beat the shit out of with your psychic stuff, alright? Look for something rare if you can find it, but whatever you find, take us to it. Time to mark this age with blood! And more blood, and then some more blood, and a bit of brain spatter mixed in with the blood!" |
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| Pram | Feb 12 2008, 12:19 AM Post #3 |
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I could only watch as my master walked onwards, trying to understand why she was so giddy. She'd just found out her sister was dead! Most humans would mourn the loss, but this was no mourning. This... this was confusing. My efforts to keep her sane seemed to be having some effect since she hadn't killed herself, but maybe I should tone down a little on the happy juice. It was possible she had overdosed on it, though I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to get to know her to well without it - whenever I eased up on the positive emotions, a tidal wave of negative emotion poured through our bond, and the seething hatred was extremely unpleasant. Was there really anything I could do for her, other than stand at her side and keep her safe? I would protect her to the death, but there had to be something better I could do for her. There's always a way to save someone, no matter how far they've fallen, and if I could just do that... Well, there wasn't much I COULD do, until I was stronger. When she asked for me to locate a wild Pokémon to beat the crap out of, I was ecstatic. Now THAT was more like it! Random violence - she was already back to her old self! We'd, uh, have to work a little on keeping the Pokémon alive, but I'd be the one battling anyways. I could beat it, but to take its' life would be wrong. Just leave it unconscious after I won, and it'd wake up later with nothing worse than a headache and a few scratches. That said, I set to work on my task; Lachesis could be infinitely patient, but she didn't tend to deal well with incompetence. She'd been arguing with that Kadabra incessantly when he was still around... man, I missed him already. At least he'd died for a good cause, showing the serious side I'd known he had. Even if it had been buried deep under layers of incompetence, insubordination, and plain old laziness! Err, right, locate the Pokémon. Well, first things first, what WOULD be rare around here? Felines and canines were out of the question; there were shitloads of them all over this place, scavenging for food like the second-class Pokémon they were. Psychics would likely avoid human settlements for the most part due to the severe interference from all the thoughts, but some would thrive here. In all likelihood, there were a few fellow Ralts or Abra sitting around the city right now, doing their thing. I'd have to search for any psychic imprints when I did the search, but what else would be here? Poison-types, of course; Koffing and Grimer thrived in grime. They were probably as common as possible, though, so scratch that. Ditto... well, Ditto were everywhere, so there were likely quite a few in the city. They had horribly slippery minds, though, so trying to find them via psychic echolocation was nearly impossible. Ghosts... not many ghosts here, though Gastly supposedly stuck around by residential rooftops. I had no idea how to take them out yet, though, so I knew better than to include them on the list. Well, that was all I could think of, so off to the leylines I went! As I stood there, outwardly unperturbed, I could feel my mind being drawn into the raw power of the leylines. I'd done this before, but with me being so weak since that Amon fellow had drained my power, I'd have to be extremely careful to not let the warp's power claim my mind. Dip the mind in, fish for information in the vast current of psychic energy traveling underground. Simple, but time consuming... and so, I set myself to the task. Anything psychic in the area should leave a footprint here if they'd used it recently, and the laws of chance dictated that something in this sprawling city likely had. And if I could find their footprint, I could find them. Every psychic had a slightly different footprint, imprinted by the small differences in their brains and how they used their power. If you could figure out what frequency a single psychic worked on, there was nowhere in the world they could truly hide from you. It was handy stuff, really - my parents had used it hundreds of times to find each other and friends, and in theory I could too. In theory... bah, I just had to try harder. The current here was tainted by the collective thoughts of the inhabitants, so it was an order of difficulty far beyond the normal to locate a psychic. Nonetheless, my will buoyed by my absolute loyalty to my mistress and the ever-present fear of failure, I continued. There had to be something, anything here! Psychics tapped into the leylines every time they used even the slightest bit of psychic power, so an Abra's Teleport or even a Ralts' empathy would show up relatively quickly. {tl;dr: Pram is probing the leylines for psychic imprints to try to find other psychics in Kadaraa. That explanation was first used by Rachel, and I liked it so we're keeping it >> not that I expect it to necessarily work, but I just wanted to make sure whoever refs this knows I wasn't just rambling about something I just made up.} |
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| Deleted User | Feb 12 2008, 09:15 AM Post #4 |
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Zarrow was stated in my character's background, so check my profile for more info. Anyway... Trainer Name: Zarrow Freewill Trainer Age: 17 Trainer Gender: Male Do you already know this trainer? Yes. Zarrow is Zaine's brother, who killed their family and deserted Zaine. General Appearance: ![]() Zarrow has a dark, frustrated and wrong mind as he was not raised by his parents. His mind always goes on the wrong path in most situations. He has absolutely no love, pity, affection, romance, or any other connective feelings. He feels they are unnecessary "sentimental" infatuations that slowly destroy your life. It was this feeling that led to the death of his family by his own hands. He gets angered very easily, and there is no limit to his aggressiveness when he gets furious. The main reasons to his anger would be a traitor or his defeat, the latter being the most usual. Whenever he's overpowered or diminished, he doesn't go back to wail over his weakness, but seeks to find it and rectify it, thus making him more strong and able to defeat his opponent. His quest for power never ends, and he would do anything to avenge anyone who had previously conquered him in a battle. He has a slightly piteous mind for Pokémon, but nothing more. Except for some special cases, he treats his Pokémon like vermin. His feelings for Zaine is not any better. Whenever he saw Zaine, he had always felt like killing him at the moment - only that his parents and other adults had seen that he had not. However, the moment he had the his strength and the power of his Pokémon, he saw to it that his family was killed. His family was nothing more to him than breeders who had made him come alive. He felt that they were unnecessary. Not only his family, but whovere he finds unnecessary in the world, he kills them. His mindset is this: if people were not capable of anything, they had no right and no reason to live in this world. They had to be killed to reduce the weight on the Earth. Only strong trainers like him and other rising trainers needed to survive, for they were useful to humankind and Pokémon. Background: Zarrow had a woeful start to his childhood. He was not raised by his parents due to a very sad reason: they had left him on a journey to a far off country. It was careless of them to forget their own child, and this showed their negligence for Zarrow. Zarrow, enraged, sad and lonely, was forced to steal for his living, and there began his dark life of crimes. He grew up with the smugglers who lived on the street, and soon joined one of their gangs for need of money. He promised to do anything - even murder - for the money, and the gang took advantage of him. He slowly began doing extreme acts of injustice till he had truly become a part of evil itself. And worse, he gradually began taking over the gang that he had joined, when finally, in a month, he had become the leader. The gang did not interest him, except in thieving something for a living. Now, he had also started deriving pleasure in smuggling, and in harming or hurting others in general. By this time, his parents had arrived, along with another boy called Zaine, namely his brother. He loathed him for the mere fact that he was shown more care than Zarrow, and wanted to kill him straight away. By this time, he had also began training a few Pokémon that he had captured. Now, all he wanted to do was to kill his family, destroy their house and become the greatest trainer in the world, in fact so great that he could rule the entire Pokémon population. His parents were a little concerned for their boy, but only mildly, since he had turned completely to the side of evil. They never regretted that they had once forgotten about the boy, not to speak about the excess love they showed towards Zaine. The fact that what he had become today was because of their mistake never occurred to them. Had they taken a little care for Zarrow, he would have become an accomplished and well-behaved gentleman, for it was because of their negligence that his mind had gone the way of darkness and power. Ever since he had wandered on the path of smuggling and robbery, he had always wished to be the master of his organization, and it was perhaps this mad desire that changed his psychology to become as power-hungry as he is today. So, one unsuspecting night, he went to his parents' house and ordered his Houdour to set fire to the building, thus killing his family. When the whole house was burnt, all that remained were some ashes and, to his fury, his brother Zaine. He went forward to strike the death blow, but stopped. He saw the light dancing in his brother's eyes, the eyes which spoke of Zaine's ambition, his determination to overcome his brother. Zarrow did not want a potential Pokémon trainer's life to go wasted. This was the only thing that kept him from murdering Zaine, although he had not thought twice to damage his body and mind as hard as he could. And then, knowing that there was nothing else to do but to leave the place, he left for a region called Tohea, where he heard that several strong trainers lived. He intended to defeat them all and grow in power, and sweared that he would attack his own brother with all his might if he interfered. Thus, disposing Zaine from his mind, and trying to forget the pity he had felt for him at the last moment, he left for Riverwood city. Suggested Pokémon: Well, I'm don't much care about this, but anyway: 1):houndour At any level, I don't really care about the level. 2):gastly 3):poochyena and the other Pokémon, I think could be any Pokémon that don't look cute or pitiful like Pikachu. For the umpteenth time, I don't care, you can give him anything. Training Technique: He prefers brutal force to train his Pokémon, and wants the Pokémon to succumb to it. He believes that it is the only way for Pokémon to remember their moves; by remembering the atrocities they suffered during the training. But unlike many dark and evil trainers, he knows that every Pokémon is as powerful as the other, and no Pokémon is to be considered as weak. Although he prefers the extraordinary and the special, he knows how to use ordinary Pokémon to turn the tide of the battle. his battling techniques have long been criticized by many trainers, but what would make a psychologically affected person change so easily? Additional Info.: He likes Ghost or Dark Pokémon the most, which is why the Pokémon selection is as above. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 12 2008, 05:52 PM Post #5 |
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Well... other than this being a practical rip of the typical crazy older brother who kills the family for [insert reason here], I guess you can have him... Now I need you to fix up your grammar, just some aesthetic pickiness from me... Also... big question but why is he so driven to be stronger, eh? Also expand on his training style and perhaps not make it so typical... I dunno... Just rework a bit, please? |
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| Deleted User | Feb 12 2008, 11:07 PM Post #6 |
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Well, I've edited my first post, I've added a paragraph to explain why he's so power-hunting. Also, I've checked for grammar errors. And I've expanded his training technique too... Hope it's OK now... *Prays to get this accepted* XD |
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| Deleted User | Feb 13 2008, 06:36 PM Post #7 |
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”The island, long untainted, would one day accept humans into it… And so it was… But so it was foretold, ages and ages before, that once the gate to the dark would open. And it was so… The world, as it existed in the mind of humans, would start anew. And, of course, my bitchez, it was… And then one of the evil and the loli, of the adorably cute and the sexy jailbait… it was said she would appear… And she would pwn. And Pwn hard… causing pain in stranger’s guts and destruction of men’s loins and guilty nosebleeds in elderly businessmen… and so it would be- Holy shit! Wtf is wrong with you little girl! Get the f*** away! No, my limbs! My limbs! My li- *squish* ~Book of 733t 13:PWNT Well, well, well… what do we have here, loves? A lovely little troublemaker in the form of a prepubescent little girl? How incredibly But of course, you were a bad ass, so what did you have to fear? Here’s where your new journey starts… the streets of Riverwood, after dark. Unlike some other nightly episodes, you didn’t even have the light of the apartments to help illuminate everything… As you left the alley way and entered one of the side streets, you could finally see well enough to access your surroundings. The moon was currently your only light source, save for the lamp post just a few meters shy of shining its light on you. The moon wrapped around the building walls and sidewalk, making everything seemed eerily constructed of pewter, or some other reflective metal counterfeit. Let’s not forget the snow, though, and it was coming down pretty thick. But no worries, it wasn’t one of those blizzard rate freezeblinks that happen specifically when you have a very long way to go; this was more of a peaceful little drizzle, if you want to compare it to drain. Large balls of puffy crystallized water hovered down around you, the snow dancing around, hug flakes dancing and pirouetting in the air, landing on the sidewalk, your sleeves, and on your adorable little nose. You and your Ralts standing here in the majesty of all this… you two made a pretty nice picture. But to hell with all that- you wanted to kick something’s ass, was it? Pram’s scan of the area took a few moments as the tiny Pokémon concentrated on finding anything around in the dead of this wintery night. Anything who’s mental print was on the same level as its own, of course… Ralts was the Feeling Pokémon. If anyone was going to locate something by the power of the minds, then it was going to be this little guy right here. The lines… the roads… They were elft all over the place, and Pram’s sensitivity could see every thought, every feeling left in the place. Some were faded away, true. Others were forever etched into the world here, thick and deep. Emotions were floating all over, different remnants of different minds… but not one that could match his own at this very moment. And… Pram’s eyes opened, it took off, gliding along the ground, focusing on this newly found energy. Yes… it had to be, he was sure of it! That energy, and there were two of them! Oh how pleased his brat of a master would be… It proved to be a rather short trip as you followed after Pram, and then you could see what had attracted him so, what made the sensors in his mind go haywire and bring him here. It was on the sidewalks in one of the side streets of Riverwood, only, what, two or three blocks from where you started out? It was hard to tell, since everything seemed to look the same in this kind of scenery. This place had a closed in feel about it, there was only on clear exit- the direction you came from, with the other end being rounded off by some large building. This was a cul-de-sac of sorts, a little parking lot for these buildings, maybe? Perhaps it was all those tall buildings, towering above everything and cutting off the light of the moon. Or maybe it could be scratched up to the numerous parked cars around, all of them covered in snow, making them resembled little white hills, forming a circle. And in the middle of this makeshift parking lot… A single streetlight stood in the center of it all, and it gave off a steady, yellow light over the place, granting only a good enough vision to take in everything directly beneath it, in a twenty foot radius at least. Anything else shrank away into white obscurity. But was really interesting was what was occurring beneath the streetlight… A tiny little creature was dancing around… a bucket? Some weird looking creature with a ice cream shaped head, and tiny flailing limbs… A… Mime Jr.? Yup, no ignoring it… the crazy little retard was dancing around a bucket, its tongue lagging out wildly as it seemed to do a much more rapid version of a cakewalk. “Mime, mime, mime, mime! Junior!” In a retarded, maniacal bound, it charged at the bucket, apparently aiming to tackle whatever was inside. No cigars… a strange pink wall appeared before it, reflecting light, and the little mime backed away. A further look inside the bucket revealed an Abra, resting in alongside a banana and a plastic bag… Mime Jr. got back up, and beat it chest like a retard, and struck again, pushing the bucket over it a crazed rage. Abra didn’t deflect this, it merely rolled out, and rested on its back, legs still crossed… good lord, such a punk… The little clown thing, however, began to spin in place, before howling in rage, spitting phlegm and baby spit about. It stopped, looked at you and waved, its eyes crossing. “MIME! MIME JR.!!!” What the hell… it was greeting you, and waving you over and point frantically at the Abra, as if to say- “Beatdown, much?!” Err… not a bad idea, I guess… Lv6 ![]() 37/37 100%:mime jr. Lv7 ![]() 39/39 100%
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| Munchkinator | Feb 14 2008, 03:31 AM Post #8 |
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I quite happily followed my adorable, albino-looking psychic toddler to parts unknown, happy that she'd done her psychic mojo and found something. She was turning out to be quite the useful little tool; she'd saved my life during that nasty little skirmish with Asmodeus, and she looked to be trying her best to help out now. Well, at least I had one reliable partner... a Pokémon, if nothing else. Not quite an endless army of fanatically loyal genetically altered super-soldiers armed with highly lethal ballistic weaponry, but on the other hand she wouldn't - nay, COULD not - betray me. That was almost as nice, even if it didn't quite spell "Armageddon" as flashily. Nonetheless, I was happy when she finished with her psychic scan of the area and floated off, indicating she'd found something that fit the search parameters. Idle speculation was all well and good, but I really wanted to smack the shit out of something right now: Amon always left me with a nasty taste in my mouth, and him telling me so nonchalantly that he'd known my sister was dead suggested he'd known for some time. In other words, he'd been using me for whatever the hell he wanted, while guaranteeing my unswerving loyalty with empty promises. Seeing my sister, indeed... No, she was dead. I knew he was telling the truth, if only through some murky, unexplainable sisterly bond. It was quite plain that he didn't have my best interest at heart, a fact I'd known since I met him. Still, it had seemed so easy at the time... give him what he wanted that I didn't need, then get the one thing I really wanted. What I wanted had been taken from me forever, though - she was dead! He had tried to use me, and only given up when he deemed me worthless. This wouldn't do. No, not all. He'd tried to use me, and it was only by idle luck that I'd made it out with my life. He'd have to be punished, completely and absolutely... but first, I needed a way to do that. I was but human; he, a demigod. To take him on, I'd have to beat him at his own game - I needed Pokémon capable of ripping him apart, severing his link to this dimension. Nothing physical would work very well, so it'd have to be those capable of accessing other planes... psychics, dark-types, those kinds of Pokémon. I already had one in the form of the odd-looking psychic in front of me, biting her lip as she concentrated on her job. To take that bastard out, though, I'd need more... Which, I realized belatedly as we reached the scene, wouldn't be too much of an issue. It seems my darling Pram had outdone herself; instead of merely one psychic, she'd managed to locate two. It seems they'd both missed the memo about quietly submitting to me and licking my shoes, sadly; the Abra seemed to be alternating between protecting a bucket and messing with the other, while the Mime Jr. seemed to be more interested in a combination of f***ing up said bucket, and f***ing up the aforementioned Abra. In fact, it seemed to want a piece of Abra's ass so much that is was asking... BEGGING, even, for my aid. Well, guess you don't get to choose your allies all the time. If it was willing to help get Abra into catchable range, I'd be damned if I didn't accept its help! ...And beat the shit out of it/ask it to join me post-battle, but that wasn't the main issue. For now, I had to give it a little help in taking out that bloody Abra to give it a positive image of us. Hell, if we did a pretty good job, it might even just come along without a brutal beating! First things first, though, I had to give props where they were due: Pram had done a fair bit of work here, so it'd be quite ungrateful not not show some civility. "Thank you, Pram, dearest." So, onwards to the Abra. It'd be a kind of shitty battle, I realized as I watched him. Abra are famous for their ability to teleport, and all Abra had a built-in threat evasion system with their telepathic abilities. Telepathic, eh? The ability to speak with other minds and read thoughts? It'd be damn handy, but Ralts wasn't going to have a conversation with it - Ralts was going to f*** it up sideways and let Raptor Jesus sort out the pieces! If, of course, my little angel could even HIT the stupid little shit. Abra could dodge pretty much anything thrown at them with their teleporting tricks, and Ralts had no ranged attacks, so she wouldn't be able to hit it immediately after a Teleport. In short, hoping for Abra to sit there and take it like a retarded Slowpoke would be ill advised at best, and likely decidedly detrimental to my efforts to take the little bugger out. Okay, okay, think carefully, girl. Analyze ever major aspect of the battle, figure something out. There's always a way to win, if you have the stability of mind to think it out. Enemy: Abra can't really be taken head on because he's perfectly capable of teleporting away from anything he can sense and dodge, so just "lol hedbut" isn't going to work. Otherwise... well, he did look a bit fragile, so a few good hits should take him down to captureable range fairly easily. The problem, therefore, becomes getting them in. Any strategy to hit him would have to take his extreme mobility into account, preferably making use of it to bait him into a trap (Ackbar: IT'S A TRAP!). Allies: Mime Jr. does seem to be cool with the idea of working together to some degree, but he wouldn't be likely to obey commands, unless he happened to not have a brain of his own. He couldn't be relied on for jack shit, really, except to be an unreliable distraction. Still, he seemed pretty steamed up about this whole thing. It'd be a damn shame to not let him help out! Distractions, used properly, are extremely useful tactics; if the enemy fails to retain focus, they can create openings in their battle lines and reduce losses. Self analysis: Ralts can't teleport, has no way of enacting ranged attacks, has no hands with which to throw anything, and has no way of even manifesting her psychic powers in a offensive manner. Well, that's not entirely accurate, I suppose - she might not be able to toss Psybeams and telekinetic blasts around, but she did have the ability to read minds and speak telepathically. Not that parlor tricks would do a whole hell of a lot to a fellow psychic considering her current level of experience, but one could always work alternative uses in for those abilities. Perhaps... backwards? Could one shield one's mind from an equal using that same ability? It made... some sense, at the least; if you could force your way into someone's mind and understand it, there must be a way to turn that same power inward and protect yourselves from others doing the same thing. Abra determined possible threats telepathically, not visually - their eyes seemed to always be closed. Which wasn't all that surprising, of course - they were asleep like 20 hours a day. But if this one's eyes were closed it was likely asleep, and therefore relying solely on telepathy to avoid harm. So what if it couldn't sense the one attacking it? Interesting... Abra were notoriously hard to catch, but then again most people didn't have access to psychic Pokémon to help out with that minor issue. It was worth a shot, at least - at worst, Abra would teleport away. Which would be annoying, but likely nonlethal unless he came back with additional weaponry. Pram would have to handle this one on her own, sadly... I didn't have access to her psychic power, and this one would, pardon the pun, have to be played by ear. "Pram, dear. Calm your mind - don't think about anything unnecessary, and focus on protecting your mind from any intrusion. Abra is at about your level of expertise, so it shouldn't be too hard, but be careful. Once you do that, walk up to Abra and Headbutt him. If you hit him, great, you've got a good start. Once you lose the advantage of surprise, whether by failing to cloak yourself or by a successful attack, stop trying and stand absolutely still. He'll be awake by then most likely, so it isn't worth beating a dead horse. Instead, I want you to keep a lock on him - you already know his psychic signature, so it shouldn't be too hard to track him. If you can, use his own tricks against him; once you've made the lock, you'll be able to fight him on a more even plane. Use your hearing and your psychic ability to keep track of him as he Teleports around, and let the Mime do most of the work of keeping him moving. If he tries to teleport near you, catch him before he can flee again with another Headbutt - you'll hear and feel it even before he appears, so you'll have the element of surprise once again. If he Teleports behind you, just smack him in the face with a backwards Headbutt. Best of luck, dear - if you can beat him, you'll have shown a level of strategic acumen reserved for the greatest of your kind. I trust you'll not disappoint me?" |
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| Pram | Feb 15 2008, 02:06 AM Post #9 |
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By the time we neared the odd disturbance, I was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right choice in following the signatures here. The imprint I'd located, though unclear and muddled, had born evidence of some sort of psychic disturbance - a confrontation, it appeared. I'd taken Lachesis to it because it seemed that two signatures had melded together in battle, and would therefore be weakened by the time we got there, but my boldness vanished in the chill of the night in short order. If there really were two psychics battling, who was to say that they wouldn't team up against us the instant we appeared as an unwanted third party? I would do what I could to protect Her, but blind loyalty wouldn't stop a Psybeam any more than tissue paper. As we reached the scene, I calmed down as quickly as Lachesis got fired up. In short order, the odd clown thing had revealed itself to be a temporary ally of some degree, and the opponent was an Abra of no particular distinction. It would be a stressful battle, yes, but at least it would likely be nonlethal all around - Abra and Mime Jr. weren't known to sadistically murder anything, and neither of their psychic abilities were much further along than my own. It wasn't all puppies and sunshine, though... Abra were annoying to defeat, unless one outclassed them severely. Teleportation was a useful skill, and they took it to the extreme. Might as well fight fire with fire. If the little clown wanted help taking his foe down and Lachesis agreed, I'd have another psychic for backup. As I watched the burbling, bumbling buffoon before me, I barely managed to avoid batting an eyelid at his ineptitude. Put bluntly, he didn't look like he'd be too much help; he seemed to be quite off-kilter. Nonetheless, if he had half as much interest in plastering Abra across the goddamn pavement and sawing the shit in half with his own spine as he looked, he'd be- Wait, crap. Bad thoughts! It was bad enough I had to try to broadcast positive emotions into Lachesis incessantly, but the bond working two ways and feeding the negative emotions I just expelled from her into me was even worse! Really, it gave my job another unnecessary layer of complexity... and considering how difficult it already was, it was quite the pain. No matter. If I focused on the battle, it wouldn't be a problem until afterwards, Sigh... well, first, make sure the Mime Jr. knew what was happening. Might as well telepathically suggest to it to wait until after I did my thing, then clear it for attacks afterwards. No idea if it would work, but most immature beings tend to accept guidance from individuals they see as knowing what to do. Time to see if a little psychology would work, eh? With a quick telepathic message to Mime Jr., I set to work on shielding my mind as well as possible from the Abra a mere dozen feet away. Not close enough to hit, but far enough it'd be a pain to get up to him. Stupid Abra. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 17 2008, 09:30 PM Post #10 |
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Eh... still kinda bores em to tears and doesn't feel fresh to me, but hey, its your NPC, so good looks. I'll let it pass, since its fine now. Have fun with it, just never ask me to introduce him...>___> |
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| Deleted User | Feb 19 2008, 12:25 PM Post #11 |
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So like, yeah... you weren't seriously considering actually interfering with all this, were you? You were? WTF is wrong with you? all this poor little Abra was trying to do was hang around in his little bucket with his plastic bag and bananna, but it couldn't now, because this crazy little clown thing was trying to beat on it for no apparent reason... And to make thing worse, here came this creepy little girl and her ugly horned thing to screw things up even more... How would you feel if everyone was out there trying to steal your banana, huh? Not very nice, I'm sure. So why not, for once in your life, live to the greater justice and push for some good happening around you, little girl? How about we just back off and I'll go buy you a ice cream sundae, huh? ... Yeah scratch that, you'll probably put glass shards in my syrup and laugh when my throat gets all scrapped up, cuz that's just the horrid little monster you were... It only took you no more than a few seconds to analyze the situation, and at an astonishingly rapid and in depth rate. The snow lessened, and you could see everything clearly in the moonlight. Of course, it was the middle of the night, but your were all in the light of that streetlamp. So less snow really wasn't going to be doing much in your favor- you could see better sure, but not by enough to matter. And after all what could you do? This battle was up to the psychics here, and, well, save for perhaps that extremely ecstatic Mime Jr., it would make sense they wouldn't be moving around so much. Speaking of, your little ice cream topped ally was skipping along in the snow, scrambling and marking a beaten path in the snow, forming a circle around Abra and its bucket. An odd little hybrid of a cake walk and perhaps a drunken hula, it finally stopped, and, tongue steaming as it protruded from its mouth, began looking wildly around, astonished. It... had heard something, of that it was certain! It couldn't be those voices, could it? The same ones from so very very long ago... Singing to it, seducing it, telling it to set fire to that damn circus tent it was born in... It finally broke out of its spazzed reverie, and looked over at Pram, as if finally piecing together that that strange voice was the Ralts talking to it. It glared at Pram for a few moments, and, if one looked closely... you could make out one of its beady little scrutinizing eyes go off focus, and practically roll and wiggle upwards in a crazed laziness... Yeah, if that Mime Jr. wasn't retarded... As for Pram, the Ralts began its task of locking in on Abra's signature. A relatively easy task, since it had already identified it. Pram focused in on Abra, blocking out everything around it, and began to try to keep a mental hold on Abra, some sort of flag, to set up someway to locate it. And it would do so, the best way a Ralts could. It would focus on the emotions of Abra as they were now. Pram made quick work of entering its mind and seeing the roads and bends of mental energy in the air. Many were dull and faded, remnants of thoughts long forgotten and emotions since discarded. The feelings- they were clearer and easier to read for Pram, and so it attempted to use those instead. Logical thoughts and reasonings left in the air were ignored, and its vision opened up even clearer... Now to weed through everything and find Abra's... While all this was happening, the Abra was dragging itself up to a sitting position, and slowly bringing itself to a standing position. If Mime Jr. hadn't been ordered to wait, then it certainly wouldn't have had any time for such actions. So much for it being asleep though; aren't Abra's eyes usually shut anyways? The thing brushed itself down, and gave a nod. Bring it, bitches... Its paws curled up against each others, its tail swaying and... Everything seemed to happen at once the next second... Pram's eyes widened suddenly. There it was! There was no escaping now! It mentally grabbed a hold of Abra's line, wrapping its grip through the irritation and cowardice... weaved i the purpose -to trace it-, and let loose. Mime Jr. gave a yell, and began to flail its fingerless arms and charged for Abra, flailing its skinny limbs and expending way more energy into shouting and carrying on then necessary... It charged for Abra. Who promptly teleported out of the way, fading in a flash. Only to get backsided by Pram, who leaned forward, slamming its horn into Abra's backside, knocking the thing forward. It stumbled for a moment, before zipping away and appearing behind Pram. The Ralts turned, but meant only with air as Abra vanished again. Soon enough, Abra was indeed slipping and weaving through all of Pram and Mime Jr's eyecatches, zipping in and out of sight as it seemed to dance around Mime Jr. and Pram. The latter two were back to back, one straining to keep a hold on Abra's signature, the other trying to keep itself from reaching out and licking the damn monkey thing... It was so difficult to predict the location of something, especially when there was really no moment, just spontaneous jumping from spot to spot. Abra finally ceased its little teleporting spree, appearing right back in its bucket, or rather, on top of it. One couldn’t quite make out its expression, with those little slits it called eyes, but I’d wager a guess that it was pissed. It was cradling its banana in those creepy little claws, practically daring you to try and take it away. Mime Jr. gave yet another incoherent garble in rage, considering it was the only one making any noise, it might as well have been in stereo. And for just that moment, Abra vanished, and appeared once more in the same spot, its bucket gone. Where’d it go? Take a look at your little clown buddy. Or rather, listen to your clown buddy bitch and whine as the bucket over it scrambled to and fro as it tried to free itself. Getting smacked out of nowhere by a bucket was no fun, getting tangled in bagging much less… Round one was pretty uneventful, but you could learn something from all this perhaps. Not the least was that Pram was having much too difficult a time tracing Abra down, even if it cheated and used what it could read best. Mime Jr. was apparently cemented in your little alliance though it was a little preoccupied at the moment to be of much help. And that Abra wasn’t completely stupid; either that or it was way too confident, expending this much energy so early… Maybe an angry bastard, but not much a strategist. Or too full of itself… I dunno Lv5 35/35 68%:mime jr. Lv7 33/39 88% Lv 6 18/37 60%{18 base headbutt, -1 level difference, +2 helmet vs fragile} |
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| Munchkinator | Feb 24 2008, 11:47 PM Post #12 |
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Well, that was... interesting? I watched in brooding silence as Abra demonstrated his mastery of teleportation, then as my darling Pram managed to pull off the strategy with only minor issues. The damn Abra had been awake, it seemed; a 25% chance, but it seemed I'd gotten tails on (imaginary) both coin tosses. Ah, well, it just made this more interesting. Obliterating an opponent whho couldn't fight back was boring after all; still, it was terribly efficient, and a much more viable approach to battles than simply running about like a chicken with its' head cut off. No matter. Abra could be hit, as Pram had so kindly demonstrated - and what could be hit, could be killed. As I grabbed my omnipresent knife from its holster and dashed over to the imprisoned Mime, I thought about what little I could do to hit him. The same tactic probably wouldn't work twice, and Abra as a species were just as liable to flee the battle as finish it. At least this specimen seemed to be unreasonably angry, which meant he'd likely see the battle through to the bitter end. That was good, because he'd be tasting the concrete soon enough. Still, finding a way to hit him would be unpleasant; Pram knew little of the offensive uses of psychic ability, and the Mime looked to be about as capable as... well, actually, about as capable as he looked - which, needless to say, wasn't saying much. Nonetheless, he was a valuable ally for the time being, if only for his ability to distract Abra. For this latest idea I'd had to work, Abra would have to not be able to pay much attention to either opponent without risking a lethal attack form the other. As I reached the bucket, I skidded to a halt, eyes peeled as best they could be for the Abra, and knife aloft. As I grabbed the bucket and ripped it away from the ground, I spoke quickly to the small mime, hoping he'd listen. "Go on, big guy. Take that f***ing Abra out - we'll back you up!" As I spoke, I hurled the bucket at the leering Abra, hopefully forcing yet another of his signature Teleports to waste further energy. Without waiting for the repercussions of any of my actions, and with the knife still aloft to hopefully provide some small measure of defense against any hostilities from the Abra, I spoke across the small clearing to my little darling. "Superb, Pram! Now, try to focus for a Confusion on Abra, while Mime does his thing. I know you don't know how to do it, but in theory it shouldn't be too horribly difficult. Just focus on Abra, like you would if you were going to track him. Once you've located his mind and gained some small measure of entry, don't just read. Break it. Take whatever you can find and flood psychic energy into it. You can bend emotions, do that - alter his emotions rapidly, to disorient him. Do your best to exhaust his mind, while overcoming his mental barriers. I know you won't be able to master it on the first try, but keep trying until we've got him, alright? Mime will provide support, so just focus on doing what you do best!" As Pram began to search out the Abra to practice her attempts at Confusion, I moved over near her. After all, if she was busy, it'd be difficult to react if Abra managed to teleport in behind her. I'd do what I could to keep her safe. |
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| Twitch | Feb 29 2008, 11:17 PM Post #13 |
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Flying buckets of doom... Away! The metallic container flew across the air after being launched by a rather impressive toss. It came within a dangerously close five inches of the Abra before it predictably Teleported away from the potentially fatal collision. However, instead of normally Teleporting on ground level within a reasonably striking range, the golden-brown, fox-resembling Pokémon rematerialized atop the tangible source of light; the single light pole. Siting down cross-legged, eyes closed, and arms loose, the Abra seemed to be in a state of UBER-Comfort, safe from any distant danger... As of right now, that is. The innocent and, lack for a better phrase, mentally challenged Mime Jr. took the matters into his own hands, unfortunately humiliating, yet efficient nevertheless. The oddly shaped creature rushed towards the darkened, steel-structured pole and rammed it in an attempt of hopefully scaring the Abra away from the vertical defense. A discomforting sound echoed throughout the atmosphere that resembled that of a heavy-duty hammer being slammed against a sheet of raw metal - Mix that in with the sound of a glass shattering and you've got yourself a Mime Jr. slamming its skull into a light pole. Awesome. Although the childish act caused the Mime Jr. an obviously troublesome headache, the Abra did feel threatened enough to actually reappear on the floor, a good fifteen or so feet away from where you and Ralts were currently standing. Eyes still closed, and mind still working overtime, the Abra quickly Teleported again before your Ralts had the slightest chance to lock on and perform the premature Confusion. This time the victimized opponent found itself hovering above a dazed and staggering Mime Jr., and in the perfect position to deliver an Aerial Assault. Stunning you with unexpected speed, the Abra quickly let its head lead him down into the body of Mime Jr., crushing the poor ally between the Tackle of Abra and the rough terrain that was the street. The black asphalt helped to deliver yet another sound, this time that of a "Humph!" Then, yet another Teleport was performed. Ralts twitched its eyes, however, and caused a visible slam in the air that could easily remind you of someone running into a glass window; yet, no one was there, and a glass window wasn't present. It's as if an invisible being ran into the air, if that was even humanely possible. Though, come to find out, it was the Abra, as the Psychic Pokémon slid down an invisible wall. With further inspection, you soon found out that the hopelessly hurt Mime Jr. was the actual cause, as he used Barrier to stop the Teleporting Abra. The determined brat was practically dead; half being his fault, and the other half due to being smashed into the street by Abra. Ralts took this advantageous situation and used it to perform the slightly premature Confusion. Though the Pokémon seemed to have done some slight disruption in the mind of the frustrated Abra, easily signaled by his arms being forced into his temple in an attempt to soothe an unidentifiable pain. Ralts seemed to have done a trick with Confusion and somehow managed to get passed the disoriented Abra's mental barrier. Though, this was short lived, as the enraged Abra Teleported away... And away... And even further away in quick, little bursts. The fugitive was still in clear view, about thirty or forty feet out, and using Ralts' ability to successfully track the runaway would be great help. The light, however, didn't reach that far out and chasing a teleporting freak through the dark wasn't going to be easy... So - Let's finish this up, eh? OH - And the Mime Jr., was unconscious. HAHA! Your move... Level 5 35/35 58%{{The bastard didn't get hit, did she?}} :mime jr. Level 7 0/39 0%{{LOLi PWNT HIM}} =============================== Level 6 17/37 50%{{Running Away.}} {Uninterrupted attempt at a same-type move 1 level away. Learned.} |
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| Munchkinator | Mar 9 2008, 12:45 AM Post #14 |
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With a distinctly negative feeling blossoming in the pit of my stomach, I could do no more than watch as Abra went to work on his teleporting gig. Some time, a fair amount of teleportation, and a very unconscious Mime Jr later, I was in a decidedly better mood. The little mime had done its job as a decoy - and comic relief! - quite effectively, allowing Pram the necessary practice to master Confusion. Granted, her attempts so far at it had done pitiable damage, but with a basic understanding of the process, future trials would undoubtedly bring far greater success. Yup, just as soon as Abra stopped teleporting away with horrid speed and we managed to take it out! ... "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" As I happily announced my displeasure to anyone and everyone in the vicinity, I remembered with no small measure of annoyance that merely throwing a tantrum wouldn't do much good. As pissed as I was that the battle was turning into some horrid chase scene, quick action was the only way the situation wouldn't turn into abject failure just as quickly as tossing a hissy fit. Suppressing the urge to turn the Mime Jr into a football to express my general displeasure, I surveyed the scene as calmly as possible. Which, given the fact one eye was twitching and the urge to punch things in the face wasn't going away, wasn't really calm at all. Fortuitously enough, however, I managed to channel the blinding, seething rage towards the little bastard who best deserved it; Abra, of course! Well, uh, first things first. He was moving away faster than I could run, so just chasing him would be pointless, Granted, Pram could track him down no matter where he fled, but a prolonged chase would be quite difficult on my fledgling partner. Her psychic abilities were undeveloped, and the strain of prolonged battle was already beginning to show - she was panting slightly, and the usual positive influx of emotions that seemed to emanate from her seemed to contain a noticeably negative aspect. Oh, whatever. Fact of the matter was, she wouldn't be able to follow Abra and take him down with any degree of efficiency. Considering she didn't know Teleport, I'd have to find her a steed of some sort. ...Wait, shit. With yet another sinking feeling - I seemed to be having a lot of those today, oddly -, I realized that I was the only viable alternative. With a groan - which, oddly, I also seemed to be emitting with alarming frequency today -, I picked the concentrating little bitch up, holding her light bulk wrapped in one arm as I prepared the chase after the flickering Abra. I had barely gotten two steps before, in an impulsive act of recklessness, I altered my course to reach the small mime. It seemed like such a waste to leave him behind; despite his lack of intelligence, the tactical advantage of such an effective distraction far outweighed his flaws. Giving in to the impulse even as I reasoned it out, I grabbed his motionless form from the ground by one arm and slung him over my right shoulder, doing my best to ignore the sudden major increase in weight. As I began to make my way towards the Abra, I admitted myself some pride at my physical condition. Really, it was a damn good thing I was in excellent shape; if I were like most girls my age, the combined weight would likely have slowed me to a halt. Instead, a lifetime of strenuous activity and especially the past two years of frenetic chases, fleeing pursuers, and more than my share of fights had rendered me capable of the task. Now, to make sure my little protege was capable of her task. It would have to be up to Ralts to make the best use of her ability to track and psychokinetically assault Abra from her protected little perch whilst I did my best to keep up with the target. Simple enough, considering the circumstances! "Pram, try to track Abra as best you can, and batter his mind with Confusion until he is unable to continue running like a little bitch. If he tries anything in the vein of tricky tactics, psychically alert me as soon as possible to let me react. We're almost done, chica. Let's bring down the f***ing house!" As we began to implement the hastily concocted plan, I made sure a Pokeball was in relatively easy reach; whenever Abra reached a point near unconsciousness and was incapable of evading it, I'd toss a Pokeball and catch him on the spot. I might not be a Pokémon professor like Oak, but the hell if I, or anyone else with the tenth of a part of common sense, was going to let something with his abilities get away without a fight! Abra and their evolutionary line were legendary for their abilities, and Socks, though overshadowed by Amon, had proved his worth multiple times despite his lack of experience. Had he been given the same opportunities I had presented Amon with... {tl;dr: Lachesis has Ralts in one hand and the KO'd Mime slung over her back. Ralts will track and use Confusion on Abra until it's within catchable range (8 or less hp), then Lachesis will toss a Pokeball. And yes, I know I didn't make any provisions to avoid dropping the Mime. I figured that the time it would take to slide down her back would keep its momentum low, so whenever it fell off it would only travel a foot or two starting from nearly 0 mph. In short, minor impact damage from the fall, though I guess the fall might wake it up or something. I dunno, I'm not really a specialist in medical procedures involving retarded psychic clown babies.} |
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| Matt Prideaux | Mar 15 2008, 12:10 PM Post #15 |
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Ralts had its small face screwed up with concentration, trying to track Abra while telling you where to go was straining the little Pokémon. Left, right, left again, Ralts directed you through the streets of Riverwood and you could see the brown fox every now and then blinking in and out of appearance. You were gaining, only just though and Ralts face srewed up even more as it tried to muster its psychic powers. Still running through the streets you burst out onto a main street full of the daily crowds going about their business. Many looked at you with weird looks, running through the streets with a Ralts that looked like you it was in pain in your hand and an unconscious Mime Jr. over your shoulder. Some people began to chase after you, seeming to think you had stolen or almost killed the two Pokémon, just what you didn't need. They didn't follow you far though as you returned to the twisty back alleys of Riverwood, they just couldn't keep up. Ralts was still fiercely concentrating on the Abra but still managed to give you brief commands. Suddenly you saw the little brown fox, it was only a couple of feet away and was perched on a balcony above you. It seemed to have thought it had lost you, failing to look down it hadn't realised you were standing almost directly underneath it. Ralts screwed its face up again in utter concentration and started collecting its thoughts. The Abra didn't know you where there until a sudden mental storm invaded its mind, confusing the Pokémon it teleported suddenly but materialised in the ground in front of you. The dumbass Pokémon had trapped itself, you could now see the top half of it sticking out of the pavement while the other half was trapped below. Ralts had done what she was meant to do and seemed to relapse into a state of calm until it was needed again. Looking down at the trapped Pokémon you reached for the Pokeball at your belt, well it couldn't escape now without killing itself. Tossing the ball it hit the small Pokémon on the head and opened. A flash of red light emerged from the Pokeball and absorbed the trapped Abra. After a couple of minutes the ball lay still in the street, congratulations you caught the stupid little fox. While this was going on the Mime Jr on your shoulder was slowly slipping down your shoulder. You were so absorbed in what you were doing you didn't notice it collide with the ground and wake up again. Looking around it seemed interested in your bag and clambered up and began eating anything edible. Ralts seemed to know what was happening as a sly grin crept across its face but it decided to let the Mime have a little fun rather than tell you of your predicament. As the Pokeball flew back to your hand by some strange magical power they have, the rustling in your bag became even louder. The Mime Jr emerged from your backpack but as it did so it dislodged one of your Pokeballs sending them rolling down the street. You turned just in time to see them disappear down an open manhole and plop into the water below. The Mime Jr smiled apogetically at you before settling on your shoulder still nibbling your food. It seemes you have a follower, although you have no Pokeballs to catch the little clown with it was sure to follow you. Having caught one Pokémon and befriended another it was time to move on, although the Mime Jr may not listen to you at all unless you maybe bribed it with food, and Ralts had collected itself enough to mentally tell you it was alright. (I don't really need to say this but add Abra to your profile and remove all three Pokeballs, one for catching Abra and the other two are lost down a drain unless you want to go after them. Also Ralts gains 0.45 (I think, Abra/Mime Jr (as highest), then divided by two for Mimes help then by two again for catching it).)
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(I think, Abra/Mime Jr (as highest), then divided by two for Mimes help then by two again for catching it).)
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