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| Crown | Sep 26 2010, 12:42 PM Post #1 |
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Burgers > Sandwiches
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| Munchkinator | Sep 27 2010, 04:54 PM Post #2 |
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Pax Bionicus
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[OOC note: even temporarily spawning another Pokémon in a journey start is illegal. I'll ref anyways, working under the assumption that the other Diglett is permagone, but if something like this happens again, your request will be denied until you remedy the godmodding. It's not terribly serious since you didn't get any benefit from it, just an FYI for future reference.] One tequila, two tequila, three terqiula... floor. Having what looked suspiciously like an exceptionally wide phallus watching you while you tried to go to the bathroom was probably not the best introduction to this wonderous new land of Pokémon and the national sport of wild animals beating the living bejeebus out of each other with every breath for the satisfaction of their masters. At least nothing had gone seriously wrong, per se; you hadn't been attacked or lost a chunk of your leg, the pervy Diglett probably hadn't taken pictures, and you had assuaged your needs by answering the call of nature. Besides, you were a trainer! You couldn't let silly little things like dignity or self-respect or common sense stop you! Go beyond the impossible and kick reason to the curb and all that, yeah? Just gotta suck it up, pull yourself together, and keep going. Or waffle indecisively in shellshock on the ground in front of a Honey Bucket. Your call, really, though the racket from earlier, in conjunction with your muffled scream, had drawn some attention; a young woman, definitely several years younger than you, was hesitantly approaching. "Um. Drinking isn't good for you. But, um, are you alright? I heard something and came to see if I could help, but..." She trailed off, rubbing the back of her head indecisively. Pink tank, brown hair tied back; definitely pretty, though at the same time she didn't look any older than fifteen, maybe sixteen. More of a tourist or trainer - not that the two were necessarily disconnected - than a park worker, definitely, given her confused and slightly nervous expression. "Is there anything I can do...?" At least her heart was in the right place, even if she had no idea what was going on or what to do.
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| Crown | Oct 3 2010, 02:27 PM Post #3 |
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Burgers > Sandwiches
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| Ryua | Oct 4 2010, 07:17 PM Post #4 |
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Determined Trainer
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The girl smiled brightly at you. "I'm very pleased to meet you," she said. "My name is Chrissy... and this is my Dunsparce...," she said, flushing a little at the fact that she hadn't bothered to give her Pokémon a nickname. A somewhat sullen looking Dunsparce shuffled around a bush, looking bored. At least, it looked as bored as an odd, winged-worm-mole-thing could look. "I haven't had him very long... I don't think he likes me yet. He was a present from my brother." she explained. "But anyway, I'm really glad you're not seasick anymore. I got seasick once, it was horrible," she said, seeming to be the kind of girl who really liked to chat. "So what brings you to Tohea?" It appeared that you'd found one of the few people on Tohea who wasn't a hardcore trainer. This could be good, if you were after a battle that wasn't likely to hurt your Diggy. Or maybe you weren't the kind of person who liked to pick fights on people who were obviously not very good at it. Either way, it's entirely possible that she could show you the sights, or at least give you directions to somewhere more interesting. Of course, you could always just have a friendly chat, Chrissy seemed quite up for that. The Dunsparce, in the meantime, had crawled forward to investigate Diggy, looking vaguely more interested in a fellow Pokémon than he had been towards either his trainer or you. So far, he appeared to be being friendly, but how would Diggy respond to such overtures? Such mysteries of a Digglet's mind could only be guessed at! |
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| Crown | Oct 12 2010, 05:53 PM Post #5 |
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Burgers > Sandwiches
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| Munchkinator | Oct 13 2010, 10:33 PM Post #6 |
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Pax Bionicus
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"I - wh, what?" She stumbled backwards a step or two, raising one hand to her mouth in surprise and an overactive defense mechanism. "I'm not, I don't even know how to, well I mean I'm a trainer but, not a trainer trainer!" Another step backwards, both arms waving frantically like she was staring into headlights. "I - I'm not sure this is a good idea! Um, why me? If-if you want a good fight, I'm, err, I'm sure that there are actually good trainers around to fight... haha..." Chrissy slumped slightly, her shoulders falling along with her arms. "I mean I'm technically a trainer but I've never actually - that is, Dunsparce hasn't fought, this is a bad idea..." She trailed off again, obviously trying not to panic. It was an interesting change of pace from her attempt to help you earlier - it seemed that she drew her limited courage from trying to help people, not from any sort of self-preservation instinct or competitive spirit, if her ineffectual flailing at this point was any indication. Whether or not she actually had potential as a trainer, it was buried under this mass of insecurity. Amusingly, actually getting her into a battle might be the best thing for the poor girl - even if she lost, the only way to cure serious issues like that was to work through them. The difficulty might be in getting her to agree, though she didn't seem to have the ability to really defend herself; the battle itself would likely be pretty easy unless the Dunsparce was a legendary tactician. Spoilers: prrrrrobably not. Them again, you're a trainer, not a psychiatrist. No one would blame you if you just wanted to back the heck away and leave her to wallow in her own failure. It might be worthwhile to go through the effort to cultivate a rival, or perhaps a friend - but only you could make that choice. |
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| Crown | Oct 21 2010, 06:27 PM Post #7 |
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Burgers > Sandwiches
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Edited by Crown, Oct 22 2010, 04:26 PM.
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| Ether | Oct 24 2010, 01:33 PM Post #8 |
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At your further pestering to battle, Chrissy seemed to turn bright red, flustered and embarrassed. She couldn't really bring her self to say no to you, see seemed to be one of those easily pushed over types. "Ah, but, I-I-I... What?" She stutter-mumbled, but by the time she composed her self, you were already off, and she found her self just staring at your back. Her Dunsparce nudged at the back of her leg, urging her to follow behind you. Clumbsily she scooped up her Pokémon and briskly walked to catch up. "Are you saying we should, double battle?" Were the first words that came out of her mouth when she caught up. Her mouth held the shape of the last syllables she spoke, as if it were a testament to her shock and surprise. She gripped her Dunsparce tightly in her arms, its little wings fluttering due to the slight discomfort. It wiggled a bit, notifying its trainer that she was holding on a little to much. "Oh, I'm sorry Dunsparce!" She exclaimed loosening her grip. The two of you walked towards the Pokémon center, it wasn't a long walk, not at all, you both made it there in no time flat. And luckily there happened to be a few trainers out and about, two of them were getting ready to use one of the battle courts just off to the side of the center. It looked rough, and had all kinds of scorch marks, and dents, probably from previous battles. The two that stood there ready to battle looked pretty similar to one another, same color hair, almost the same length, and even the same eye color. The only thing separating the two, well besides the difference in clothing and the Pokémon standing between them, is that one bore an eye patch over his right eye. Between the two of them stood their Pokémon, a floppy eared short Pokémon with crosses for eyes, and a fluffy sheep. VS ![]() It seemed the both of them were getting ready for a battle. The both stood in battle poses, like they themselves were going to engage in fisticuffs. It seemed there were about to issue orders, but suddenly the one with both eyes paused when he saw the two of you. "Whoa, wait Bro, hot chicks coming our way, I'll call them over." "No, Kyle that really isn't neces-" "YO! HOT CHICKS, OVER HERE!" the man shouted out, staring right at you and Chrissy, waving his hand all the while. You could totally go over to the both of them and talk. Though there would probably be a good amount of flirting going on and whatnot, but the other with the eye patch looked at the both of you, seemingly rather annoyed that their battle was interrupted. Reference of the brothers
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