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| Alexander Branner's Journey; Sparkle | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 17 2010, 09:14 PM (621 Views) | |
| Jeanesse | Sep 17 2010, 09:14 PM Post #1 |
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Novice Trainer
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For being such a low-profile town (for the most part), it was surprising just how far Ayer really stretched. Here, on the south-western edge of the city, the crashing of the waves upon the promontory that separated Ayer bay from the big blue ocean filled the air. The wind was stronger here, the attempt at a peninsula rather taller than the rest of the eroded scenery behind you in the proper principality. Wingull wheeled around in the sky and perched all around you on the beach below, the only occupants of these far reaches other than a handful of trainers far out on the water. Riding their impressive water Pokemon, you could tell they must have been a good deal stronger than you just starting out, by the way their Seaking and Kingdra moved through the water with such grace. If you were lucky, one day you would know that feeling of accomplishment - but then, that was your own destiny, just waiting to be written. Sun shining brightly as you trudged along the steep dune to your right, sea stretching off to the left, something changed in the air. The wind really picked up all of a sudden, as one of the trainers out riding their Pokemon seemed to be engaged in a battle of some sort. A billowing cloud seemed to form in the area, focused around a young man on the back of his Mantine, standing and watching as the darkening condensation formed a cumulonimbus that began to pour down rain. Lucky for you, it didn't reach the shore, but the weather of the entire area was being altered by the water Pokemon's move as it apparently took on a school of Finneon that was circling it. Jets of water, bubbles and bits of ice shards flew through the air back and forth, churning the water into a frenzy: it was certainly an intense battle, that much you could tell even from this far away. The manta Pokemon began to spray something from its mouth - something that started driving the Finneon away, and suddenly it seemed as though they were gone. The trainer rode off toward the distance, seemingly satisfied with the result as the result of his Pokemon's rain dance lingered, along with the battering blasts of sea air. Waves almost as tall as you started to bombard the shore near where you stood, and the debris of his battle began to wash up on the beach: Finneon of all shapes and sizes, some covered in tangled bits of sea weeds and grasses, and all flopping weakly as they struggled to breathe. Those that weren't yet unconscious began to surface nearby, watching their brethren in confusion as they tried to use water gun attacks to erode the sand enough that the surf would catch them again. It seemed that their fishy lives were very soon to be ended - at least, the suddenly excited flock of Wingull that began to circle, screaming, thought so. x24, lv1-4, washed up on the beach x14 lv1-6, in the water x30 lv1-6 circling above |
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| Sparkle | Sep 17 2010, 09:41 PM Post #2 |
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Novice Trainer
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Alex was happy to finally be in Ayer. He'd spent the last week on a cruise ship, and after at least a full day of motion sickness just yesterday, he was happy to be on solid ground. Sighing and enjoying the feel of the breeze against his face, Alex felt like giggling. He was on land, he wasn't hungry, and there was a nice breeze going. Not only that, but he thought the weather was wonderful with clear blue skies and soft white clouds. It would all have been perfect, if it hand't been for all the Wingull flying around and swooping around. Personally, he was glad he hadn't brought french fries. He was sure if he had that the Wingull would all be pecking him alive for those salty, potato snacks. Tearing his eyes off the Wingull, he looked out at the people who were enjoying themselves out on the waves. It was impressive, seeing them surfing around and enjoying the sea with their Pokémon. It was something he wanted to do, when his Feebas grew stronger and when it evolved into a Milotic. For now though, he was just happy to have his very first Pokémon, a Feebas, tucked safely away in her pokeball, at his waist. The sand dune on his right and the sea on his left, Alex looked out over the sea, watching as some trainer and his Mantine started to battle with what appeared to be a school of wild Finneon. Of course, he thought the battle was far from intense. In his opinion, it had looked like a war. Ignoring for a moment that some Wingull might try to poop on his head, he watched the scene unfold before him. The battle ending, all the rain and ice, the debris and Finneon, tangled in sea weed and grass struggling to breathe, and the Wingull circling as if preparing for a meal. Feeling his heart beating in his chest and feeling sorry for the Finneon, he reached down to his waist and grabbed the pokeball containing his Feebas. Throwing it out toward the sea, he released Feebas, watching as his Feebas appeared in the water and turned to face him. Catching the pokeball as it flew back to him, Alex nodded at Feebas. They needed a solution, and fast, or else all the Finneon flopping around on the beach would be fish food. "Feebas, round up those Finneon and have them all use Splash to create a huge wave to flood the beach! We have to save these Finneon!" Quickly yanking his shirt off over his head, Alex ran to the two nearest Finneon and grabbed them in his arms, carrying them nearly waist deep into the sea and throwing them into the water. Then, turning, he ran back and did the same thing, grabbing two more before running back to the water. He knew what he was doing was foolish, but maybe if Feebas and all the Finneon in the water acted fast enough, they'd be able to save them all. Racing back onto the sand, he ripped a lot of grass and sea weed from a group of four finneon, having already returned four of them to the ocean and hopefully set them free. Well, they would be free if they didn't beach themselves. Trying to hold four Finneon at once, and managing to barely hold three while dropping the four at the water's edge, Alex got a bit aggravated. Swiftly moving his foot, he kicked the fourth Finneon he'd been trying to hold out and into the water, running in and dropping the other three into the sea. Jogging back up onto the beach he grabbed two more, doing the same thing. Ten down, fourteen to go! he thought, looking at the fourteen Finneon left flopping on the beach as he, panting to catch his breath, ran at the two he could see needed the most help. Snatching them up, he made his way toward the sea again, wondering what was keeping Feebas and all the Finneon in the water from making that huge wave. Surely if they all worked together it would work? Dropping the two Finneon he'd carried into the water, he was practically trudging back to the beach, his pants, shoes, and socks wet and weighing him down as he went to grab more Finneon. He'd just managed to lift two more Finneon, having returned all but twelve Finneon to the sea, when he heard a sound behind him. Tensing, hugging the Finneon against his half naked body, he looked over his shoulder. With all the fish on the beach like a banquet, he knew the Wingull would attack sometime, but when he looked over his shoulder while holding Finneon who desperately needed to get back into the water he saw... Edited by Sparkle, Sep 18 2010, 09:26 AM.
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| Munchkinator | Sep 18 2010, 09:56 PM Post #3 |
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[Kay, heads up. Assuming the Finneon didn't do anything and that you were able to cart ten of them to sea? Not good. S'called godmodding. Same with assuming the Wingull hadn't done anything in the meantime, or that the Finneon hadn't lashed out at you - they WERE frantic and confused, at least the conscious ones, and maddened wild animals are far from logical - wans't really cool either. The post itself was excellent, no two ways about that, but something to keep in mind; I suspect you're from somewhere with less strict godmodding rules so I went ahead and reffed anyways, first offense and all that, but next time this happens I'll have to deny it.] Perhaps it did take a certain kind of person to be a trainer, possessed of qualities that the average person might not possess. Most people probably would have treated it as an act of God, so to speak, and left the Finneon lie. "It would be too hard for me to move them all alone," they would say, and move on with their lives. Trainers, by and large, fundamentally saw the world just a little bit differently, Pokémon possessed of a value higher than most civilians saw them as. Worth saving, and protecting, rather than simply as tools to help with construction or cooking breakfast. While there were all flavors of trainer, good to bad and everywhere in between those two existential extremes, many of them would have seen something worth reacting to in the scene, whether it be "free Pokémon!" or "free experience!" or "save the fishies!", though some might have already been considering fish sticks. It was certainly lucky for the unfortunate fish that you were in the third category, rather than any of the other three! Of course, panicked as they were, few of the Finneon - the conscious ones, anyways - were particularly cooperative, and by the end of the first two trips you'd already been smacked pretty hard multiple times by confused and frenzied Finneon, your face hit by a fin hard enough to disorient you for a moment, and your arms already sore from the beating. Maybe walking around shirtless while carrying unfriendly Pokémon hadn't been a great idea when it came to protecting yourself, though at least it had saved your shirt from the vicious beating your soft, tender man-flesh was now suffering. That was about when the first Wingull divebombed the mass of Finneon, though it didn't fare too much better; without your mass, it was knocked out of range by a Finneon leaping - hurtling, rather - through the mass like a rapidly-asphyxiating lightning bolt of soggy fish. So not actually a lightning bolt at all. It was enough to forestall a full-on assault by the Wingull for a moment, but Feebas was having trouble getting through to the frantic Feebas, and two Wingull had already carried off at least one unconscious Finneon, victorious and in possession of a meal for the day. It did inspire you to take only the unconscious - and therefore unable to fight back - Finneon, and you managed to chuck the majority fo them into the water unscathed, hopefully to soon recuperate, with the Wingull only getting two more. But now you were at an impasse of sorts, some of the Wingull having branched off from the horde to assault you for making off with their lunches, and the only remaining Finneon being those who were both very much conscious and continually getting more frenzied. While those in the water were generally more reasonable, and some had actually begun to listen to Feebas enough to generate a weak series of waves, little more had been accomplished than sending a few of the still-unconscious Finneon back to shore, lying on the beach at the edge of the tide. You'd need a veritable tsunami to reach all of the fish on the shore, and even more would be left behind in the wake of the water rushing back to the sea. Perhaps it would be more worthwhile to find some way to drive the Wingull off; might serve to calm down the remaining Finneon, or at least give you some time to figure out what to do with the recalcitrant little monsters. x11, lvl2-4, still on the beach and very doubleplus ungood x???, in the water - more gathering, unknown number, level, or conscious/unconscious ratio x40+, lvl1-8 - more gathering, becoming more bold.
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| Sparkle | Sep 19 2010, 09:05 AM Post #4 |
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Novice Trainer
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It was definitely a big job, trying to move the Finneon back into the sea by himself. With the Wingull already having made off with one Finneon between two of them and then two more Finneon. One thing was for sure, the Wingull masses were hungry. Not only that, but looking at the beach, Alex could tell the splashing wasn't having a good effect. If anything, it was causing the unconscious Finneon he'd already returned to the water to wash up on shore again. It was frustrating, trying to save all the Finneon and seeing them wash up on shore because of a stupid decision he'd made. All the Finneon and Wingull were wild, and Wingull fed on Finneon regularly. If he would've stopped to think, he'd have realized it was nature at it's best, nature actually controlling itself by allowing the Wingull to eat the Finneon to control the population of Finneon in the waters. His eyes narrowing, Alex rubbed at his slightly battered chest. The whole time he'd been trying to help the Finneon, they'd been slapping him in the chest and stomach with their fins and tails. It truly was a thankless job. Seeing the Wingull dividing and some of them coming at him, Alex dived for his shirt and waved it at the Wingull that were coming toward him. He was worried now that if he didn't get out of there soon that he'd lose Feebas. Waving his shirt around over his head frantically with one hand, trying to keep the Wingull at bay, he grabbed his Feebas' pokeball and held it out toward the ocean. "Feebas, return!" he said, his thought being for his Feebas safety. Trying to keep his eyes on the Wingull who were trying to get at him and trying to see if Feebas obeyed at the same time was difficult, very difficult. Though Alex felt rather than saw the pokeball he'd been holding open and close. Sincerely hoping his Feebas had returned as he'd ordered it to, he clipped the pokeball to his belt again, going over his options. Waving his shirt around with both hands now, he began thinking fast. He could keep waving his shirt around like a fool, but it would hardly accomplish what he wanted to do. Having Feebas ask the Finneon and Pokémon in the sea to create a wave wasn't helping, and he seriously doubted a wild Gyrados would stop by and help them by using a Hyper Beam on the group of Wingull. Eyes looking down at his backpack, which was between his feet, he only knew one way he might be able to save himself. Throwing his shirt in the air above him, hopefully as a distraction, he plunged his hand into his backpack and grabbed the small canister with a button on top that he'd bought while on the cruise ship. It was supposed to be one of those small things that let off a deafingly loud sound like the horn of the cruise ship. Possibly even a loud fog horn. Or possibly even like one of lose loud noise makers you bought at a football stadium while rooting for your favorite team. Severely hoping it would work, feeling his his shirt land on his face and momentarily blind him, Alex held up the noise maker and pressed the button, hard, hoping the loud noise it was supposed to make would scare the Wingull away. Of course, there was also a chance he'd bought a dud of a noise maker, so he just had to hope he hadn't bought a dud. Shaking off his shirt as he continued to hold the noise maker, button pressed down with his thumb, he grabbed the handles of his backpack, ready to beat a hasty retreat away from all the birds if his plan didn't work. Hoping some sort of help would come for the Finneon, he spared a glance toward the sea again, which might have been a mistake... |
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| Ryua | Sep 19 2010, 12:19 PM Post #5 |
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Determined Trainer
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An airhorn, eh? Interesting option... not a usual thing for a Pokémon Trainer to pack around, but a person never knows when they'll be mobbed by a group of Pokémon, or need to cheer on someone at an event... or have to sound a fire alarm... or something. (OOC- This seems like a very random item to have in your bag. In the future, try and keep to more likely trainer items, but we'll go with this for now.) Anyways... this was your best shot! It was time to pray that it actually worked... Luckily for you, Wingull weren't Soundproof kinds of Pokémon. The airhorn went off, rattling you, the Wingull, the remaining conscious Finneon... basically everything nearby with ears. It did startle off some of the flock, leaving you with about half the original number of Wingull, shrieking loudly, deafened by the blast. Of course, it also had the advantage of making every trainer within a square kilometer come running to see what was going on. Within a minute, the beach was swarming with trainers and their Pokémon, battling Wingull, capturing or rescuing Finneon... maybe one or two of them taking one home for fishstick dinner. Who knows? Either way, the mess was being cleaned up, and you could most likely make your way off the beach without any problems now. In fact, if you wanted any chance of fighting a wild Pokémon or trainer battle yourself... you should probably find a somewhat quieter area. The beach stretched on for quite a ways, so you could travel down that way if you want, or head up into the city itself and see what there was to see. |
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| Sparkle | Sep 19 2010, 03:16 PM Post #6 |
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Novice Trainer
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Alex was glad to see that the airhorn worked. It was quite calming, actually, to see half the Wingulls fly off. Not only that, but hearing shouts and seeing people surround him, helping to fend off the Wingull and return at least most of the Finneon to the sea gave Alex a feeling of unity and pride with and for the people of Ayer. A lot of people had run out and began helping him without asking if he needed help. True, they did start battling and catching the wild Wingull and Finneon, but at least with the other trainers and Ayer native there, he didn't feel so alone in fighting a battle against so many Pokémon. Smiling a bit as he watched the scene around them, he dropped the airhorn back into his backpack and pulled his shirt on. Thankfully, waving it wildly like a white flag a few moments ago had helped him shake the sand out of it. Once it was on, he slid his hands down his chest to smooth it out, then picked up his backpack. Putting his backpack over one shoulder, Alex sighed. He could see the beach extended for quite a distance. Though he also worried that the Wingull that had been scared off by the sound of the airhorn would come back and drop their droppings on his head. Looking around and seeing the crowds of trainers, at least a few of them, heading back into Ayer, Alex followed suit. They'd been helpful, severely helpful at that, and the way they kept laughing and talking, they definitely appeared to be friendly. Trudging slowly because his sneakers, socks, and from the knees down were soaked with sea water, he really felt as if his sneakers and socks were weighing him down. He couldn't very well strip down to a shirt and underwear, not out in the open on the beach, or while in town. His only hope would be if Ayer had a Pokémon Center that had a washer and drier he could use. In fact, thinking about visiting a Pokémon Center seemed a good idea. As he entered Ayer, Alex walked up to the first teenage boy he say and tapped them on the shoulder politely. The last thing he wanted to do was a tap a girl on the shoulder, accidentally startle her, or get accused of something. "Excuse me." Alex said, clearing his throat and hoping the nervous feeling he had didn't show in his voice. "But can you tell me how to get to the Pokémon Center?" he asked, hoping he wasn't disturbing the person, even though there were a lot of other people around them that he could've asked for directions. |
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| Jeanesse | Sep 20 2010, 05:10 PM Post #7 |
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Novice Trainer
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Thankfully, the walk back to Ayer wasn't nearly as long or dangerous as the exploring you'd been doing earlier. Who would have imagined that just outside of such a big and populated town, such ravenous creatures could be just waiting to assault the earliest opportunity to feed their bellies? The irony that it was trainers who saved the day (thanks to your air horn) brought everything full circle, after the particularly callous battle that had wounded all of the fish Pokemon in the first place. But here you were again, in the sea-side city, complete with Feebas who had fled from the onslaught of greedy trainers. Arcs of red light had flashed all around you, filling the air with (or emptying the air of) all kinds of Pokemon; there was no doubt an opportunistic young trainer might have even tried to steal your curious fish. It was no secret that amazing things came in packages that betrayed nothing of their true nature, and it wasn't uncommon for trainers to be around long enough to learn that it was especially true of Pokemon. A fledgling trainer would never forget the first time they realized precisely what monsters Magikarp had the potential of becoming - and they probably wouldn't kick them around so much after that, either. Luckily your own modest fish was destined for something more beautiful than dangerous. As the sounds of town swallowed you up, you could spot a variety of people milling to and fro in the golden tint of the late afternoon sun. The options were endless for who to select to ask for instructions, although it seemed that those walking the other way parted to give you some room. Seeing a trainer dripping wet wasn't an infrequent site, especially this close to the beach, but no one liked to get smeared with sand and other such nonsense when they were just making their way around town for their own business. At last, it seemed that you found a young boy around your age who might be able to help you, and you approached him to get his attention. Sporting jeans and a light jacket over a shirt, he looked to be prepared for some sort of excursion - perhaps out on the sea? As he turned around to face you, face shifting into an expression of quizzical patience, you noticed that he also held a Pokemon in his arms: a Clamperl. The bivalve was open, tiny pink and blue body exposed to the sun and the world, apparently asleep as its trainer made his way... wherever he was going to. The important thing was that he had stopped, and didn't automatically wave you off as a waste of his time. “Huh? Pokemon Center?” the trainer asked, sounding a little baffled. “Sure, I guess. It's not far. Follow me; my Pokemon could probably use a rest anyway.” He motioned for you to follow him, leading the way to the treatment center that was located a few blocks inland toward the center of town. Tracing through the occasional person on the sidewalk, he turned to look at you again, raising an eyebrow as he led you. “Got attacked by a water Pokemon, huh? The beaches out here can be pretty harsh. I used to fish once in a while, but lately it seems like all the Pokemon in the bay are getting stronger when they show up.” He paused while he kept walking, his fit figure drifting easily through the salty air. “Are you new? Ever since the strike ended, all these new trainers have come flooding back... Snapping up all the young Pokemon they can find. It's like they don't have any respect, you know?” Protesting in his own way or no, he had brought you where you wanted to go, and walked into the cool air conditioned environment of the Pokemon Center alongside you. “Here we are. You first,” he gestured, allowing you to step to the counter. |
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| Sparkle | Sep 21 2010, 01:15 PM Post #8 |
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Novice Trainer
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Alex followed the boy toward the Pokémon Center, listening as the boy asked questions and talked the whole way. The boy definitely seemed nice, though quite a talker as well. Giggling, Alex licked his lips and mentally shrugged off how the boy reminded him of a very talkative bird called Chatot. Hearing all the boys questions, Alex shook his head as they walked, tracing and slipping through the crowds of people. He decided he'd be honest with the boy. The boy was a stranger and he really had no reason to lie, anyway. "No, I wasn't attacked by a water Pokémon." he said, which was basically true. "I was trying to rescue some beached Finneon when some Wingull attacked. There were a lot of Wingull there and at least two Finneon got snatched up by them. If it weren't for the airhorn I have, all the Finneon would probably be dead by now. Thankfully I was able to save my Feebas from being lunch. When I used the airhorn to scare some of the Wingull off, a lot of people ran out to help me and quite a few did some battling and catching. I'm hoping that most of the Finneon were returned to the sea. I know I tried returning ten Finneon to the sea, though I don't know how many of them are actually safe and sound in the water now." Shrugging away his worried thoughts, Alex followed the boy into the Pokémon Center. "Yes, I'm new to Ayer, I just go there. I don't suppose you could call me a tourist, but I'm definitely a Pokémon Trainer. I couldn't help but to notice your Clampearl." Seeing the boy step aside to let him talk to the nurse who ran the Pokémon Center first, Alex shook his head. "If your Clampearl needs some rest, you can go ahead. I'm just looking for a place to spend the night and hopefully someplace that has some nice hot food. I don't think my Feebas was hurt, though I suppose I should get it checked out anyway." Having mentioned Feebas, Alex reached down at his belt and grabbed Feebas pokeball. Holding it in his hand, he turned to look at the person behind the counter. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have laundry facilities here, do you?" he asked politely. "I'm afraid I'm covered in sand from the knees down and I smell like seaweed. You wouldn't happen to have any rooms available for tonight for travelers, would you?" |
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| Exer | Sep 22 2010, 05:38 PM Post #9 |
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The boy seemed very responsive to your words. It had seemed as if he was a natural chatter. Or maybe he was interested in you. Who knew? You could always try to flirt with him...if you went that way, to find out. Or you could just continue your attentive conversation. When you informed the boy of your actions at the beach, his face lit up and he gave you the most happiest smile someone could give. Apparently you just hit his tingle spot. "You...you saved them? Wow, you are a lot different than I had you pegged kid. Not many trainers are like you...not many actually care about Pokémon. Me, I love Pokémon, especially water types! Clampy and I get along famously! And thanks!" He slightly cuddle-hugged his Clamperl as he placed her on the counter, giving her to Nurse Joy. "Hi Nurse Joy, she's been a little ancy for the past day, can you let her rest here for the night?" "Sure Damien, I'll have her sleeping like a baby in no time!" It was pretty obvious that this Damien character, whose name you now knew, was a regular here, possibly a local. After the nurse finished speaking to your new acquaintance, she caught notice of your presence. It had also seemed that she heard you asking about staying the night. "Hello! Welcome to the Ayer Pokémon Center! If you wish to stay the night, please sign your name and Pokémon in your party on the log over there on the counter. We primarily just want to know what Pokémon belongs to who, just in case there is a mix up! She continued to speak as she pointed her finger to a small book placed on the counter a few feet away from you. You probably should get to that when she's done speaking to you...unless you want to sleep outside, your choice! "Also, if you have any Pokémon that need some medical assistance, or rest, just hand them over to me, and when they are healed up I will notify you!" She then noticed you were holding the Pokeball in your hands, and assumed it was the only Pokémon you owned. Primarily because you were not holding any other balls in your hand, nor had any creature following you. As you started to ask her a question, she nodded her head while you spoke, showing the signs of a great listener! All Joys were great listeners. They were basically an elite group of ninjas with big boobs and pink hair. But shh, they don't want their identities being known! "We have everything a person could practically need, right down the hall to your right. There are showers, bathrooms, a gym, a laundry center, the center's food court, hot..tubs teehee, and so much more. Please, help yourself to whatever you need. Just make sure you do not make a mess, otherwise you will be cleaning it! Enjoy your stay!" Throughout the entire time she was speaking, not once did the expression on her face change. She was all smiley and giggly throughout the entire time. And was still smiling at you...it was kind of creepy. The young, did I mention attractive, male then focused his attention back towards you. It seemed as he had felt stupid for forgetting something to tell you, but you did not need to ask, because he was already speaking. "Oh yeah, I feel a little rude, I never introduced myself! My name is Damien. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" |
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| Sparkle | Sep 22 2010, 07:20 PM Post #10 |
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Novice Trainer
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Alex listened to what the boy said, blushing softly. It was true, he'd done his best to save all the Finneon, but he hadn't been able to save them all alone. So he knew he couldn't take all the credit, even if it did feel nice to be appreciated for at least trying to do the right thing. Knowing that the boy's gratitude at least seemed sincere, Alex took it at face value. If the boy loved water types, then he and Alex would have something in common. Of course, Alex loved different types of Pokémon, even if his first Pokémon would eventually turn into the most beautiful Pokémon of all, a Milotic. "People who don't care about their Pokémon shouldn't be trainers or even have a Pokémon." he said, speaking what he felt was the honest truth. "If you can't see a Pokémon as more than a tool for fighting, as something that needs love, care, and friendship as well, you shouldn't waste the Pokémon's time by owning it. You should give it to someone who will take care of it and raise it kindly." Alex, of course, said nothing about how he thought Clampy was a rather childish name for a Pokémon. Even if the Pokémon was, indeed, a Clampearl. Listening to the exhange between Nurse Joy and the boy whose name he now knew, Damien, Alex grinned, a few thoughts passing through his mind. Choosing not to voice them right at that moment, he simply nodded and did as Nurse Joy said. He went to the notebook and wrote down his name and all the information it asked for, including the fact that his Pokémon, his only Pokémon, was the female Feebas he held inside the pokeball in his hand. Speaking of said pokeball, feeling as if it would be a bit weird to keep holding it in his hand, he clipped it back on his belt, then put down the pen, having written down the information Nurse Joy had told him to. That done, he looked at Damien again. While looking at Damien momentarily, his eyes drifted back to Nurse Joy, who was speaking. Listening attentitvely, he nodded when she'd finished talking. "I wouldn't mind doing things to help out while I'm here." he said honestly, looking into Nurse Joy's eyes. "And I really don't mind cleaning up after myself, so that's not a problem. I'm sure Feebas could use something to eat while we're here, but I have a question for you." he said, his eyes drifting from Nurse Joy to Damien, a playful smile on his face. "Is the reason you find hot tubs funny because you and Damien have a thing for each other? I mean, if you know his name he must come here regularly or he's been here before. Tell me.." he said, nudging Damien before he grinned at Nurse Joy. "Were you two sharing a little lip on lip contact in the hot tub? Did you two get physical?" Hearing what Damien asked, his name, Alex giggled himself before he smiled brightly at Damien. "I'm Alex, and don't worry about it. I get funny looks all the time." he said, his eyes sweeping over Damien's body once or twice, getting a good look at him. "I can kinda see why Nurse Joy looks as if she's ready to drag you into a closet. Seriously, though.." he said, walking away from the desk and toward the doors Nurse Joy had indicated lead to all the things he'd need. "What's going on between you and Nurse Joy? It is serious or just my imagination?" |
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| Munchkinator | Sep 23 2010, 10:21 AM Post #11 |
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Pax Bionicus
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"Heh. You might be right. I try not to be that harsh, sometimes people just... don't realize that they're not treating their Pokémon like they should." Damien didn't sound really convinced, but he was definitely trying not to be too mean. Perhaps he couldn't handle conflict, or was just the sort that preferred diplomacy over battle. "...It's pretty horrible to see how some Pokémon look, though, when they're brought in." After a moment, he realized something, and spoke back up. "I'm sort of a part-time volunteer here, actually. No pay, but I sort of act like a... hmm I guess a nurse, if you want to call it that, taking care of the critical condition Pokémon after surgery if the basic heal-o-matic machine doesn't fix them, so the Joys can move on to other problems. We, uh, we get a lot fo them these days. We're a pretty big Pokécenter, obviously, to be servicing like half of the city, but... it gets a bit old to see Pokémon hurt that badly, day after day." At your gentle ribbing, though, Damien's seriousness evaporated into a combination of blushing and stammering as he looked torn between dragging you away and trying to play damage control. He opted for fiercely whispering "Dude, be cool!" before mumbling something to the intensely amused Nurse Joy, who seemed to be enjoying the situation, not to mention his embarassment, as much as you ever possibly could. Whether or not they were romantically involved was difficult to tell, but there was definitely something going on there. She shooed the two of you away, one hand over her mouth in what sounded suspiciously like an attempt to stifle a stream of giggling, as Damien shamefacedly led you away, turning as soon as you were out of eyesight. "Dude! That was so not called for!" He rubbed the back of his head, looking anywhere but at you. "Plus, I'm pretty sure that's screwing in the hot tub isn't kosher according to the employee handbook. Not that I actually read it, but I got bored one day during lunch and started reading a random chapter." He motioned you towards the small cafeteria, which seemed pretty busy. "Uhhh... we can talk about it later. But uh. Sort of. To answer your question. Moving on this is the cafeteria if you're hungry, it's really just for staff members but we can let trainers in if we keep 'em company, it's not so much security as just that management got hella sick and tired of trainers wandering around lost that they implemented that rule. It's pretty craptastic but what can you do?" He punctuated his opinions with a shrug, not seeming particularly annoyed at all by the rule. "It's free but try not to bankrupt the place, we run more on volunteer donations than actual government grants. Used to be more the former than the latter but with all the crime up in Kadaara and spreading across the continent, police force has been getting crazy ass funding while we get the short end of the stick. Not that I'd want to get whacked by a stick at all." Damien motioned towards a table at the corner of the cafeteria, indicating very very subtly that he was hungry. "Look man, I just got back from some errands, I'm pretty hungry. You want to join me 'n we can talk while eating, or would you rather get started on doing your thing and we can catch up later? I'm cool with whatever." |
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| Sparkle | Sep 23 2010, 12:10 PM Post #12 |
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"So it's very busy but you want to do more than be a nurse?" Alex asked, easily grasping the neutral conversation as he and Damien talked. "Do you want to become a doctor some day or something? Because picturing you in a nurses uniform is kind of hot." Alex said, blushing a bit but the blush quickly fading at the look on Damien's face, his own face cracking into a grin on the verge of giggles himself, as he put his hands over his own mouth. The way Damien told him to be cool and then said something to Nurse Joy made it a bit obvious that there was something going on between Damien and the Nurses. Always one who loved solving little myteries or finding things out, Alex felt that he wanted to know what went on between Damien and Nurse Joy. Following Damien through the doors and out of sight, he perked a brow when Damien was speaking to him, crossing his arms in amusement. "It was amusing though. Especially the cute way you blushed as if you'd been caught. What is going on between you and Nurse Joy anyway? Are you in love with her? Or is she your older sister?" Alex asked, feeling ready to really talk about anything. Suffice it to say, Damien bringing up the topic of screwing in the hot tub made Alex laugh, which he quickly muffled with his own hand. "Screwing in the hot tub?" Alex asked, unable to resist. "So you have thought about it. This is perfect, I'm not the only dirty minded person I know anymore." Continuing to follow Damien, Alex barely gave the cafeteria doors a glance before he walked through them and gave his shoulders a shrug. "I can understand the rule as it was put in place for a reason, but is the food any good?" Alex asked, getting straight to the point. "If you guys need some funding, I'm sure I could get my parents and their connections to start sending in regular donations and contributions." he said, truly meaning it. Walking over to one of the tables, he was going to sit down, but then he glanced at the kitchen doors, wondering if he was supposed to sit down and wait or if he was supposed to go in and see what they had to eat. Turning his eyes back on Damien, he sat down at the table, assuming it was what he was supposed to do. "What kind of crime wave?" Alex asked, simply choosing and picking what to talk about at his leisure. "I suppose it's good to know you're not into domination, even if paddling you might be fun, but seriously.." he said, leaning back into the chair and licking his lips. "What's going on between you and Joy? Are you a couple or what? I wouldn't mind you eating with me, but I do have a few questions." Placing his fingers on the table, Alex sighed inwardly before voicing his question. "This being a Pokémon Center and all, do you guys ever find any abandoned Pokémon that need a home?" |
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| Zer0 | Sep 23 2010, 10:23 PM Post #13 |
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“Ya. To be honest Alex, everyone says that. I don’t know how many trainers I have come across that promised to help out donation wise, from some awesome source of money, then when we really need it they cant come through. Don’t take me wrong, I don’t underestimate you and your connections, but im just saying. Most of the time they don’t come through. Oh and the food, its as good as you can get for free, ya know? he said before getting up and motioning you to follow to grab some food. “If I was to say I had something going on with the Nurse, don’t you think I would have said it already. And if I really was “doing it” with her, don’t you think it would be a little bit more obvious. Plus, inner-staff relations are against the rules, jeez, who would want to do anything with other staff.” Damien said trying to blow it off. His eyes wandering to the opposite area of the room, and not directly to your eyes. If it wasn’t obvious, he was watching a manager from across the room, and with the conversations you two were having, who knew what could happen to him job wise. Trying to change the subject pretty quickly, and ignoring your obvious complements on how he would look in scrubs, and a skirt, were pushed off to a smile and more complete blushing. You could tell what you meant by the comment, and while he appreciated it, he was still a bit lost. Still eyeing the manager, who now was coming closer, Damien quickly changed the subject and projected his voice really loud... “Well THAT’S a GOOD QUESTION ALEX! My goal is to advance further into this EXCELLENT job, and become a lead doctor or scientist HELPING the good of ALL Pokémon!” He said smiling then motioning his eyes to the direction of his manager, who was now watching him, as was everyone else in the room…because of the horrendous loud voice and attention he brought upon the two of you. Turning around to the table, while you were still seated, he looked at you. “Hey look, its cool and all but I gotta keep this under wraps. There are eyes in the sky if you catch my drift. From what we know and have been hearing from other trainers, the crime in Kadaraa is just that. Crime. We don’t know what exactly is going on, as stories loose meaning from trainer to trainer. And no, there aren’t that many abandoned Pokémon, Ayer is the home to a LOT of new trainers, and usually its them who pick up the lost ones. You see more abandoned ones in the outer cities. There is where a lot of trainers just don’t care. He said in a much lower tone, to where now only you and him could hear. “Now let’s go get some food. You go first, ill follow behind you.” |
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| Sparkle | Sep 27 2010, 02:42 PM Post #14 |
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"Free is always good, though it depends what you make of it." Alex said, knowing he was telling the truth. "I'd just have to call my parents and use my connections. Another good idea would be to start a garden for the Pokémon Center. Maybe even a community garden where everyone work together to help each other and all proceeds go to the Pokémon Center. It would also help raise awareness if there were some sponsored charities, auctions, or events. Things like community cookouts, maybe picnics, possibly even bake sales and street fairs. Not only would it help the Pokémon Center, but it could also benefit the local businesses around here. With all the trainers and tourists Ayer gets, it would be a big money maker, especially among the tourists." he said, feeling what he was saying was right. "Even with what's going on in Kadaraa, if the community of Ayer comes together, it could help the Pokémon Center out a lot, as well as raise awareness about what's going on in Kadaraa so that people will know the negative impact such actions and situations have on the region and the Pokémon. It's just an idea." Seeing himself being motioned to grab some food, Alex stood up and went wherever Damien did. It was what he was being told to do. Naturally, getting into the conversation had made him forget about his wet shoes and socks, as well as his sandy and semi-damp jeans. Looking in the direction Damien's gaze went, Alex perked a brow. So, there was some boss guy at the Pokémon Center? That was odd, though he had never known a Pokémon Center to have a manager. Of course, he also didn't know how things in Tohea worked, so he chose not to voice the question of why a Pokémon Center had management in the first place. As it was, with the crime in Kadaraa, having some management was probably a good thing. Thankfully, Damien kept talking and Alex didn't have to say much as he pushed open the doors to the kitchen with Damien following him. "That makes sense. Though I don't think any Pokémon should be abandoned." he said, heading for the fridge and opening it. Looking inside, he wondered what, if anything, he should eat. "You know, with all the talking we're doing and how you wanted to follow me just so you could get a peek, this might be considered a date." he said, grinning a bit as he looked over his shoulder at Damien. "You're not one of those crazy stalkers who'll follow me into the showers and offer to wash my back, are you?" Alex asked, clearly and playfully teasing Damien now that they were in a different room from the manager. |
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| Ryua | Sep 28 2010, 04:28 PM Post #15 |
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Damien smiled at you, grabbing a bowl of what looked like potato salad out of the fridge and heading to a small table, snagging a fork on the way. "You really do care about the Pokémon Center... and Pokémon in general, don't you? You've only been here twenty minutes, and you're already formulating an action plan to get the Center running on its own reserves." He shook his head, sitting down at a chair and gesturing with a fork for you to take another one. The chairs looked old, but still sturdy. "Maybe I will put in a suggestion for it. It could take some working to find a plot of open land we could use, but..." He shook his head. "It would be great to be a little more self sufficient. All Pokémon Centers are funded by the Trainer League and the government. We all get our allocated funding... but if the upper management isn't happy with the way we're working, we run the risk of getting cut back, in one way or another." Well, that would explain the presence of the big, unpleasant guy out in the staff lobby, and why Damien was so keen to avoid saying anything bad in his presence. He was worried about losing his job, or worse, making the Center lose funding due to employees not acting up to standard. Still though, everything seemed to be running smoothly, and certainly the standard of care in every Pokémon center was excellent, so the system must work. Who knew the inner workings of the Pokémon Center were so... bureaucratic? |
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