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Julius Aldebrandi's Journey
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phithleico Nov 12 2010, 04:55 PM Post #1
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Frankly, Julius couldn't help but be proud of himself for sneaking onto a ship. It was the type of thing out of action movies, or something. He had entered through the cargo hold, as stowaways were wont to do. But, it was a bit too dark and worrisome for his tastes. After all, he would have to leave the cargo hold, likely while people were removing crates and the like. He saw an unnoticed escape as extremely, extremely unlikely. So, he made his way up into the rest of the ship, which was easier than expected, since a door was unlocked when it likely should have been the opposite. Julius couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he was able to slip into an open, well-lit lounge where a few people already were, though they were asleep.

When he slung his backpack onto the chair next to him, Julius noted that it looked a bit more filled than he'd remembered it being a few days before, when he last looked at it. So, he quietly unzipped the pockets, and couldn't stop himself from smiling as he saw the red and white ball and two gray bottles next to it. He didn't know where they'd come from, but he wasn't really complaining. If they were a graduation gift from his parents, he'd be shocked. But, this let him hit the ground running on the path to become a renowned Pokémon Trainer, because he didn't have to go to any trouble to get his first Pokémon! But before he would let the Pokémon out, he thought it best to wait until he was off the boat. After all, if the Pokémon turned out to be something heavy, violent or otherwise unruly, then that wouldn't be very good to keep suspicion off of him. So Julius decided to sleep until the boat docked, since he would be able to ignore the urge to open the Pokeball if he was asleep.

When he woke up, it was nearly sunrise, and there were PA voices saying that the boat had docked. It wasn't a very long trip, really, from Kanto to Tohea. But the moment he woke up, he got to his feet, threw his backpack over his shoulders, and made his way to wherever people were leaving the boat from. Julius had no idea where he was going, but he was bound to find it eventually. All it took was figuring out which way other people were heading, and then he just followed them. The second his feet his the dock, Julius slowed his pace a bit, relaxing as he looked at the buildings before him as the waves and chatter of people pounded his ability to hear his own thoughts into submission.

Well, most of his thoughts. Now that he was off the boat, he realized that there were quite a few people with Pokémon. So, he took his own Pokeball out of his backpack and began to walk, carrying it in his hand. All he wanted was a nice, quiet place to meet his Pokémon and officially see himself as a Trainer.
 
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So here you were in Ayer, the kind of place where trainers often go for a fresh start, in more ways than one. It offered a great chance to be relatively isolated from the other regions, while still having all the conveniences of a developed League region. Hopefully you'd be able to find the kind of place you were looking for here, and grow into your own person, away from the meddling influence of your parents.

In fact, Ayer looked like a very nice place for a young man to be out on his own. It was fall, so the beaches weren't as busy as they had been in the summer season, but there were still enough bikini-clad women to make any guy appreciate the scenery. Many of the people on the beach were playing with Pokémon, as you'd already noticed. In fact, you might end up in a battle if you stay on the beach for very long, you could see the occasional friendly sparring match between trainers along the sand.

But you weren't looking for a match right this minute, you were looking for a calm, quiet place to meet your Pokémon. Perhaps it was a gift from your parents. Or maybe some kid on the ship had needed to hide a Pokémon for some reason and your bag was the place he'd picked. That wasn't important at the moment, though you could ask your Pokémon about if if you liked. It might be able to tell you, assuming you could understand anything it was saying.

Right now, it looked like under the docks themselves was the closest quiet point. The only thing moving under them was a Luvdisc bobbing gently in the waves, nibbling some algae off of the dock piers. It would likely ignore you unless you attacked it, which might be a good way to try out your new Pokémon, once you met it.

:luvdisc Level 5
 
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Julius took his time strolling through all of the people as they hurried off of the dock. They were all in such a rush, directing themselves to go completely around him just because he was walking a little slow. But, why should he care? He was reveling in the new atmosphere, the fresh start, all that good stuff. But he still had that nagging feeling telling him to see what in the world was in that Pokeball. Julius scanned the area just at the end of the dock, looking for a sketchy-looking alleyway or something, some place where there wouldn't be people. And there was nothing. He looked to the beaches, smirking a bit at the sight of a few girls. The girls in Tohea looked like they were leagues above what he was used to... but that would be an adventure for another time, surely.

The boy laughed, letting out a loud, slightly snarky "Ha!" as the obvious place to go made itself clear. A ways down the beach, there was another pier, and under that pier, there were people! He could just go under the pier he was standing on! So, he did just that, nearly leaping down the stairs as his shoes impacted against the sand. Julius winced a bit, remembering how much he hated walking through the sand with his shoes. Sand always found its way inside them, no matter what, and that was just annoying. But, he ignored it. To try to put himself in a more awesome-looking position for his unknown partner, Julius went and propped himself up against a wall all "badass-like". If the Pokémon was rebellious, then it wouldn't think twice acting up in the face of someone so cool looking.

Or something like that.

Julius took the Pokeball, throwing it into the air as it opened, shooting a beam of red energy. It amassed on the sand below, forming into a rather humanoid shape. As the light faded, Julius couldn't help but smile a little. It was a frog that stood on two legs! And it had these two white stripes across its chest, they looked like bandages! And he couldn't help but wonder why there was a finger on each hand with a reddish coloring to it. As it let out a rather typical cry of any Pokémon, its name, Julius smiled.

"Croagunk, huh? I can work with this..." Julius smiled, taking a few steps towards the frog, going out of his way to crouch down and pat it on the head. They were gonna be buddies, whether either of them liked it or not. Plus, he was the little guy's Trainer. The only way Croagunk could let him down would be if Julius himself screwed up. Or at least, that's how he was seeing things right now, with all the glee and sunshine and rainbows from becoming a full-fledged Pokémon Trainer complete with a Pokémon he knows about.

But there was this little, hard-to-ignore pink thing in the water. It was just floating there, but it looked so weird! It was almost flat! Julius had no idea what a Luvdisc was, or how strong it could be, but he was damn sure that Croagunk would get a workout from this. The Trainer pulled out his cell phone, fiddling around with some setting or apps or something. After a few seconds, he pulled up something all about his Croagunk. Level, health level, moves, it had everything. Julius looked the moves over, trying to formulate something that might work out well, even though he had no idea what any of the moves really did. What he did know was that "Mud-Slap" sounded like it could have some distance, while "Astonish" looked more close-range. But this thing was in the water, and he didn't know how well Croagunk could swim...

"Alright, let's give this a shot, okay, Croagunk?" Julius whispered to his Pokémon, on the off chance that the little flat pink thing had good hearing. "Okay, I want you to use... Mud-Slap and try to get some sand in that thing's eyes, okay? If you can hit it with a wet, kinda-solid clump of sand, even better. Then, close the distance and use... Astonish. And try to use those dock poles if something comes to mind, okay?"

Julius pointed an arm towards the Luvdisc and had to contain his enthusiasm. "Go!" Granted, he was just hoping that his Croagunk could perform as well as he was hoping...
 
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Great, you were finally getting to know your Croagunk, and you even entered it into the first battle, well, there was no reason to turn back now, as your Pokémon launched its first attack. The poor unsuspecting Luvdisc, it did nothing wrong besides swim over to the pier for a small lunch. The Pokémon plucked at the algae, as well as any and ever other bit of edible vegetation that was around.

The ball of mud that was launched hit it smack between the eyes... you know, on that very thin slit that it would call a face. It splattered all over as the sand-mud-shot exploded, coving its eyes and a good portion of its body. The pink plate shook its head about trying to shake off the ickyness, but with little success. "Luuuuvvvv" It cried out, its body bobbing up and down, and the fish itself turning frantically to see exactly what hit it.

The Pokémon submerged under the shallow water shaking its head about trying to restore its vision. Unfortunately before it had the chance to recover, Croagunk was right beside it, and promptly following your orders, it yelled from beside the fish, while the noise had very little effect while Luvdisc was underwater, Croagunk slammed its hand right into the side of the poke, causing it to jump back in distress and fear, flinching.

You were in total control of this battle, as the Pokémon finally recovered. It seemed ready to battle and even launch a counter attack, this is what you wanted right? A good battle! "Use Aqua Jet" a voice called out. Suddenly there was seemingly an explosion of water from a little further down the under side of the dock. A surge of water was heading right your way, causing a swell that splashed on the shore. As it grew closer it was very clear that a Squirtle was the cause! It slammed into the other side of the Luvdisc, instantly ko-ing the lovable poke.

"There we go, can't have that hurting your Pokémon before I got a chance to battle you." If you'd bother to look, despite all your cool looking, you'd notice another cool trainer. He appeared to be in his young twenties, and a grin extended from one side of his face to another. His Squirtle climbed out of the water walking past your Croagunk. The two exchanged, or at least the Squirtle did, a very heated and aggressive glare, before the small Pokémon was returned to its pokeball by his extremely rude trainer.

"You'll have to excuse me, I didn't see you on the boat earlier, and I had swore I battled everyone, so I figured I'd follow you and challenge you, well without the jumping down the stairs like an adolescent. I'm talking too much, I'm Atlas, and we're going to battle." This guy was so cool, he stood with all of his weight shifted to his back leg and he leaned back a bit. He reached into a chest pocket on his vest revealing another pokeball, he tossed it into the air and the light materialized a Sableye!

The Pokémon crossed its arms over its chest, and took nearly the same pose as its trainer. Well, the luvdisc simply floated in the water if you felt it was worth catching, other wise you should focus your full attention to the potential badass in front of you. The two pretty much had their own theme song playing.



:croagunk Anticipation, DrySkin
Croagunk :male Level 5
:hp 20/20 :ep 90%
Status: A-OK

:sableye Keen Eye, Stall
Salt :female Level 5
:hp 20/20 :ep 100%
Status: A-OK

:luvdisc Swift Swim
Luvdisc :female Level 5
:hp 0 :ep 100%
Status: KO!

Battle Calculations
Croagunk > Mud-Shot (20/5) +1 = 5 Damage
Luvdisc> Paniced
Croagunk > Astonish: (30/5) +1 = 7 Damage
Luvdisc> Flinched
Luvdisc> Ready to Battle
Squirtle(lvl 12)> Aqua Jet (40/5 +7)*1.5)*.75) + 2 = 19 Damage (Too much)


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Croagunk gains 30 :exp for doing 60% damage to Luvdisc.[/spoiler.
 
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Julius felt ecstasy overtake him as he saw the Croagunk effortlessly assault the little pink thing. It wasn't just strong, it was smart. He eyed the little pink thing up and down as it recovered from being blinded. It looked like it had some speed to it, definitely. Plus, now that they were in the shallow water, then it probably couldn't move quite as quickly. Victory was within his grasp already! If this was all it took, then being a Pokémon Trainer would be cake! All he had to do was keep his opponent from doing anything, and the battle was already won! Just as he was about to order Croagunk to attack once more, likely ending it, a voice called out nearby, and a mass of water was rushing towards Julius on the shore! Even as he saw what looked like a Squirtle amidst it all, he still took a few steps back. Lucky thing he did, too, since the water from that Aqua Jet made quite the splash.

And in that chaotic chain of events, Julius eyed the unconscious pink thing in the water. That turtle stole his opponent! He thought about throwing a Pokeball at it, but it went down so easily, it might just do the same thing if he used it. And on the other hand, it was a living, pink heart-shaped disc. Not exactly the most masculine thing for a budding Trainer to have. So, he would let it go, for now. Hopefully, it would wake up and get itself back to its daily routine on its own. Plus, he had this guy to deal with...

"Heh..." he said, barely audible. This guy was going so out of his way just to battle him, a definite greenhorn. At least he was nice enough to want a fair battle, with both Pokémon at their peaks. Still, Julius didn't like this guy. Maybe it was that ear-to-ear grin, making him look cocky. As the Squirtle passed Croagunk by, the frog couldn't help but stare back. But it wasn't so much out of aggression as it was out of confusion. Why would that Squirtle be angry at him, just for being there? Croagunk easily shrugged it off, though, with a ribbiting laugh and a smile as he watched the older man start talking.

Whether Julius wanted to or not, it seemed like he was forced into a battle with this Atlas guy. Clearly, he was set on battling every Trainer who was on that boat, no matter how inexperienced. And it looked like he had a Pokémon for every occasion, too, as he sent out a Pokémon that looked about as strong as his Croagunk. But it was... weird, this opponent. It was entirely purple, except for various jewels across its body. It even had what looked like two diamonds for eyes! And the matching pose with its trainer was just... silly. He wanted to call jumping down some stairs "like an adolescent", but he was the one making silly poses with his Pokémon. This trainer, Atlas, he was just making all sorts of bad impressions on Julius. He seemed like a totally cocky jerk.

Maybe he'd knock him down a peg?

"Croagunk, hit it hard, fast, and as much as you can! Show him just what an adolescent can do and make that thing's head spin!" Julius was cutting right to the chase. No need to introduce himself to this jerk, anyway, especially if Croagunk ended up losing. Then, he could put a name to the face for gloating.

OOC: Croagunk is using Astonish twice, as it's the strongest attack he has, and flinching it with ~astonishment~ would be like making its head spin. Or something like that.
 
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Atlas smile quickly turned into an almost disgusted frown as he pointed his finger towards your Croagunk. As if it were diseased or if it were a Muk. "Salt, there not the only ones who can go all out, let'em have it." Maybe this guy was mocking you, but he didn't give out any orders to his Pokémon either, it was all up to you to put this cocky douche in his place!

Croagunk and Sableye changed towards each other, kicking up sand behind them as they went. Well, charged probably wasn't the best word, it wasn't as if they were several yards apart already, it only took the both of them a two steps and a half before they were close enough to go at it fully, and lucky you, it seemed your Pokémon was faster! Croagunk puffed his frog cheeks out, and croaked deeply as it swung a chop downwards aiming to put a dent between Sableye's eye. The hit landed, and even seemed as if it was going to cause Salt to stumble a bit, but from below it launched its right hand, scratching your Pokémon's torso.

The two seemed as if they wanted to retreat from the front line of combat, but neither one could without orders from their general. "What are you doing, Salt? You should be done with that Frog by now! Stop playing around and show him who's boss!" Croagunk puffed out its cheeks once again, this time chopping the side of Salt's neck. The Pokémon's head tilted sideways, as the rest of the movements in its body halted. The air between the two Pokémon were tense, if this were some japanese anime where this was the stand still that determined which Pokémon won, Sableye would fall, but unfortunately it wasn't. The diamond like eyes, shone brightly, as it leered at Croagunk.

Your Pokémon started to lean back, hesitant to make another move. Its normally defensive posture started to slack, and Salt took advantage of this situation launching its arm froward and scratching Croagunk across the face. Atlas, that snug jerk just stood there, smiling, his left hand in his pocket, and his right running through his hair as if he had already won this battle. Even though Croagunk had gotten the same amount of attacks in, it might be dangerous for him to stand that close to Salt, you should come up with a plan. Astonish might work, but using it head on wasn't the best way to go about it.

:croagunk Anticipation, Dry Skin
Croagunk :male Level 5
:hp 1/20 :ep 80%
Status: Defense -1

:sableye Keen Eye, Stall
Salt :male Level 5
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Status: A-Okay.

Battle Calculations
Croagunk> Astonish: 30/5 +1 = 7 Damage (5 EP)
Salt > Scratch : (40/5) +1 = 9 Damage (5 EP)
Croagunk > Astonish: 30/5 +1 = 7 Damage (5 EP)
Salt > Leer: Effective (4 EP, used as Supplement)
Salt > Scratch: ((40/5) +1 ) +1 = 10 damage (5 EP)
 
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Julius sneered at Atlas's calm, overly-confident remark. The sneer morphed into a little smirk as Croagunk's Astonish slammed into the Sableye's face. However, he jumped in surprise as the opponent retaliated with a Scratch. Pokémon were tenacious in battle. The trainer couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with what he perceived to be Croagunk wanting to put some distance between himself and the opponent. Julius internally berated himself for diving into a Trainer battle without even figuring out how his partner preferred to fight. If Croagunk would do better at a distance, then he should know that before it costs him a match!

After Croagunk's second attack, the Sableye was looking to be in pretty bad shape. It did take a hit to the face and neck, after all. But, it still had the energy to do a Leer somehow. How can something with gems for eyes do a Leer? Julius had no idea, but it was pretty creepy. He wasn't surprised to see his frog respond just as he did, though it left him open for another attack. The trainer cringed at the pain his partner was looking to be in. All things considered, Julius was surprised his Croagunk was even still standing. If he got beat up like that, he'd probably be done for already. But, the Sableye looked like it couldn't take much more, either.

"Croagunk, you can do this!" Even though he was at defeat's door, Julius put as much confidence into his voice as he could. If he thought it was a lost cause, then how would his Croagunk react? Not favorably, that's for sure. The only thing that came to mind was the battle with that pink thing from before. But, that could be enough, he figured. "Distract it, move, and keep aiming for the eyes like before!"

OOC: This time, Croagunk is hopefully going to use Yap as a supplement, move back a bit while it's hopefully reeling from a short-range shout, and then use Mud-Slap to doink it in the face, with a second one hopefully coming soon after if that doesn't do it.
 
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"Salt, he's almost down! Don't let him distract you, quick, focus your ghost energy into an attack on him before he can retaliate!"

It wasn't so much a quick-draw as it was your poor little Croagunk getting totally annihilated…. Not that it really mattered, since Croagunk's mud-slap was already flying at Salt's face with tremendous force. See, Croagunk didn't wanna get beat, but there was no way he was winning. It turned into a sort of panicking mud-flinging that would've made his mother proud, if she cared to even realize it was her baby Croagunk.

And would Croagunk's mommy even notice that he totally annihilated Salt, too? What a perfectly gleeful stale-mate.

"Man, that was AWESOME! I don't care what I said before, you're Croagunk is actually pretty neat. I never woulda though he was gunna be able to finish Salt off, but did you see how much mud he was slinging? It was like a mud-quick-fire-shotgun-explosion!! Too bad they both got knocked out, I so woulda won that one had there not been so much mud thrown at Salt, cause if he was still standing and could've seen, you would've been GONE!"

It was painfully obvious the kid wasn't even going to let a stale-mate count as a loss, and as he returned Salt to his pokeball and started walking away, you couldn't help but feel that you couldn't, either.

You should probably go heal your pokermanzz, dude. Otherwise that pokermanzz over there might attack you and cause you to die a HORRIBLE PAINFUL DEATH.

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[[ Since it's been a few days and still no EXP Calculation done with, I'll just get this done. :P ]]

A stalemate. Both of the Pokémon had fallen unconscious. His first battle ended as a draw. It wasn't a win, that was hardly a big deal. The thing was that his Croagunk had almost lost. Their first battle was almost a spectacular failure. The way his Croagunk had so desperately tried to throw that mud at the Sableye, it was pitiful. If he was a good Trainer, then his Croagunk wouldn't have been in a position like that to begin with! If he was a good Trainer, he wouldn't have to see his Croagunk collapsed on the ground like that! If he was a good Trainer, then that battle would have gone so much in his favor that it would have been funny. Julius couldn't even begin to try to stop himself from glaring at that Atlas guy as he walked off as cockily as he had approached. He couldn't help but have a dislike for that guy even more so than before. He didn't win from strategy, he won by brute force. His Croagunk was reduced to a fleeing, pitiful excuse for a fighter.

This was unacceptable.

As Julius returned his Croagunk to his Pokeball and began heading towards the Pokémon Center, he began to think. What would be the best way to improve the frog's battling? What was his biggest weakness? By the time he'd gotten to back up from the beach and to the main streets, the wheels were already turning. With that pink thing in the water, his Croagunk was able to do a massive amount of damage to it without much effort. And why was that? He was attacking from a distance, and he caught the enemy by surprise. And against Atlas's Salt? Julius had ordered Croagunk into close-range combat far too quickly than he should have. When they were face-to-face, all his frog had to work with was just an attack with shouting, and that barely did much of anything. If he wanted to properly handle a fight up close, Croagunk would need something stronger than that.

Julius walked confidently into the Pokémon Center, already trying to figure out which move would be best for his partner. But, he didn't have any clue what he could even teach the guy. So, while the nurse was healing Croagunk, Julius was researching the various moves the Pokémon could learn through the powers of the computer and the internet. Of everything that he could find on a Croagunk learning a move solely after being taught how to do so, not by growing stronger or the use of machines or by being born with it, there were quite a few options. But, there was one that seemed not only within the abilities of his young Croagunk, but also something that he could easily pick up.

So, the moment his Pokémon was back in fighting shape, Julius left the Pokémon Center through the main entrance, going out of his way to walk down an alleyway only a few buildings down. If anything went wrong with the training, it would help to be as close to the Pokémon Center as he could be. In little over a minute, he went from standing in front of the pristine Pokémon Center to standing amidst darkness and a dumpster in the middle of some alley. After a few seconds of scouting the area out, Julius sent out his Croagunk, taking extra care to keep an eye on how it was acting before he said anything.

The Croagunk looked pretty disappointed, really. It let out a ribbity sigh as it looked around. Was his Trainer mad at him? Was he going to let him go for losing? The frog sighed again as it looked down at the ground again, finally getting a response from his owner.

"So, Croagunk, you want to be a better fighter, right?" he said, giving the little guy a smile. Croagunk jumped at the sudden voice, and snapped to attention, smiling nervously and nodding. "Great! While you were resting, I did some research..." he said, getting a devious little smirk as the Pokémon gave him his full attention. "And I found a move that I think I can teach you that will make things a lot easier. Do you want to try to learn it?" Croagunk nodded again.

"Good! It's called Low Kick. For this move, you want to aim for the legs, the lower body, whatever holds the enemy up. Then, you kick at it, and if it goes right, then you knock them off of their feet, and they go falling to the ground. Now..." Julius trailed off, looking around for something to work with. Moments later, he ran off, grabbing a trash can lid from a few feet away, and rushed back.

"Okay, I want to you use Astonish, and then kick this right in the middle. See, in a battle, that shout will distract the enemy, and keep them off their guard, so your job will be easier." Julius held the lid on its side, like a wheel, positioning the non-circular part of the lid facing the frog directly. After a few encouraging gestures, Croagunk gave a powerful shout, delivering a swift kick to the side of the lid, sending it flying into the wall with a loud bang. With an impressed laugh, Julius walked over, picked it up, and walked back, setting the lid in the exact same spot, but flipped, so the exact same impact would help to reverse the first one. "Good, now try it again."

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It had easily been a few hours, and the pair emerged from the alleyway with a new confidence to them. Whether Croagunk had mastered the move of not, progress was progress, and he was feeling a lot more capable, and Julius even more so. If he could teach his Pokémon moves to cover their shortcomings like this, even if it took a while, then getting a Pokémon to have a versatile bunch of moves would take little more than private training sessions. But that would be boring. So, the Trainer and Pokémon began walking the streets of Ayer, slowly making their way towards the entrance to Route 1. But, they definitely wouldn't go anywhere until they had a Trainer Battle to hopefully balance out the draw they'd had earlier...
 
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After the long hours you had spent in an alley working with your Croagunk, the simple peace of walking down the street seemed to be the perfect setting to promote thinking. As you and your Pokémon walked down the lamp-lit streets of Ayer, it was easy to tell from Croagunk's demeanor that all of his past fears of being abandoned in a back alley had been relieved. Your peaceful evening stroll had an undercurrent of excitement, the need for a confirmation in your abilities as a Trainer settling in like a blanket charged with static electricity.

The city streets were active, with sailors and tourists alike still browsing through the city's nightlife. From the shore came a gentle breeze that carried the scent of saltwiter and seafood, courtesy of the many restaurants that lined the boardwalk of the town. Funnily enough, immediately after you registered the scent of food, an incessant jingling sound began from somewhere in front of you. As you came to the intersection of the next street, a food-delivery boy on a bicycle turned the corner at an absolutely reckless pace, slamming his shoulder into your own and wiping out a few feet later. Amidst the fried fish and other foodstuffs that flew off of his handlebars and onto the pavement, a miniaturized Pokeball bounced twice and then released a small pink Snubbull.

Picking himself up off the pavement, the delivery boy was more worried about making sure his impressive mohawk was still intact than seeing how much of his order had been ruined. Dressed in all-black and wearing far too much black make-up around his eyes and on his fingernails, it was not hard to tell that on a GOOD day this kid would be hell to deal with. Tonight he seemed to be in a particularly foul mood, turning those eyeliner-encrusted orbs on you and your Croagunk in a fury. "The HELL is WRONG with you, MAN?!? YA CAN'T STAY OUT OF A DUDE'S WAY?!" The punk's Snubbull came to stand beside him, working it's jaw and growling at you. You can tell that the kid would be more than happy to throw down with you; it's just a matter of whether or not you want to be diplomatic after having been shoved on your arse.
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*Possible trainer battle!*
:snubbull
Level 6
HP: 22/22 | EP: 100%
Status: Lookin' good, but lookin' mean!
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(Low Kick learned percentage: 100%. It's a move tutor move, but it's pretty easy to see that a Trainer could physically teach his Pokémon how to do it. Also, you're awesome for remaining so active. :D)
 
phithleico Jan 7 2011, 03:07 PM Post #11
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Julius couldn't help but be in rather high spirits. Croagunk had taken to Low Kick extremely easily, so a good amount of that time training was just spent polishing the move, making sure the little guy had it down. And really, he got the hang of it faster than his Trainer had expected. So now, as they were wandering the streets of Ayer during their first evening in Tohea, they were just looking to have some fun. There was a slight jingling in the back of both of their heads as they walked, though it wasn't enough to warrant any investigation from Julius. Croagunk, however, shuddered just a little bit at the noise, shooting a quick look behind himself before just brushing it off and continuing forwards.

Neither really expected someone on a bike to come screaming in out of nowhere! So when a very black man slammed into Julius's shoulder, Croagunk nearly jumped out of his skin. His Trainer, however, wasn't lucky enough to avoid that guy, and resorted to flailing his arms about in an overly elaborate fashion to regain his balance. This left him sadly unable to watch the mohawk-bearing guy and his likely entertaining spill onto the ground. Heck, even if he was watching, he probably wouldn't see much of anything, because of all of the black that he covered himself in. But, there was a nice crash, the sound of whatever he was transporting (it smelled like some kind of food) spilling out onto the pavement. There weren't any, you know, frightened remarks or anything concerning the safety of either party. There was just... shouting. Julius comprehended it, but didn't really feel like justifying the odd guy with much of a response.

"You should've been watching where you were going, man." Julius had a confident little smirk on his face. Clearly, he wasn't as irritated by the collision as the other man. But maybe it was his funny mohawk. Or the bright pink Snubbull standing next to him. The Trainer decided to move his arm around a bit, to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with the area beyond a bit of annoying pain from that impact. Croagunk, sensing the hostility from the other pair, and itching for a battle himself, began to stretch in a fashion similar to his owner, an action that not only got him ready to move around, but would remove any tenseness that came from the shock of the impact. A moment later, the pair was in better shape, and Julius began giving out a few orders.

"Alright, Croagunk, let's start with something to turn down the flamboyance on the pink one there, make it match its trainer, eh? Then, just sweep it off its feet like I taught you." The frog gave a ribbiting cry before forming a mass of dark purple slime(Poison Global) at its mouth, firing it in a straight line towards the pink... thing. Whether it hit or not, he would then be rushing towards his enemy, hopefully catching it unawares so he can use Low Kick on it.

(( So Croagunk used Stretch, a Global Buff Move, to boost his speed, followed by a Poison Global Attack and a Low Kick. ))
 
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The Supergoth Trainer was quick to realize that his instigation for a battle was quickly going to result in one. You could tell pretty easily that he was uncomfortable with this idea, but pointed one black-nailed finger towards his Snubbull and barked "All right, Darkness! You ready to show em?" The Snubbull, who at this point was just mindlessly drooling while staring at the food that was scattered about the sidewalk, just looked up at it's master pitifully as it yelled at him before lazily turning towards the Croagunk. As it saw that the Pokémon its Trainer wanted to fight stretching, a bit of the glaze emptied out of the dog's gaze, and it seemed to ready itself for a fight.

"Tackle whatever that gross-looking Pokémon is, Darkness!" The Snubbull proceeded to start at a slow jog towards Croagunk, but then picked up speed as it prepared to tackle its opponent. Your Croagunk, aiding from the benefit of preparing for combat, was completely prepared for this simple attack. As you watched, Croagunk sprang forward, spitting a nasty-looking glob of Poison energy from its' mouth. The Snubbull, who at that time was just picking up his speed, tried to avoid the attack but ended up catching it all over the left side of its' face; still, it continued towards your Croagunk, jaws snapping as it tried to clear it's eye of the purple substance.

Unfortunately for the Snubbull, it's height was fairly similar to the lid of the trashcan lid you had been having Croagunk repeatedly strike for the last hour. With perfect execution, your Croagunk continued forward and lashed out with a brutal Low Kick; taking the Snubbull right below the knees just as it went to spring forward with it's Tackle, the impact proceeded to take the legs right out from under the flaming pink dog. As it's face went hurtling towards the ground, though, a gob of drool from it's maw fell into Croagunks eyes, causing the look of excitement on its face to turn to one of disgust.

Needless to say, the Snubbull took the hit very hard: as it tried to get up, it's legs seemed to run away from it, allowing your Croagunk enough time to remove the canine spittle from it's eyes. When you take the time to look at the opposing Trainer, you might take some satisfaction from the look of horror on his face still present after seeing his Snubbull eat dirt.
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:croagunk
Level 5
HP: 20/20 |EP: 87%
Status: Defense -1 (Spit)/Attack -1 (Intimidate)/Speed +1 (Stretch)| Looking good!
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:snubbull
Level 6
HP: 2/22 |EP: 93%
Status: Looking for a condiment for the dirt it just ate!
Edited by Lavishprose, Jan 8 2011, 07:06 AM.
 
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"...Darkness the Snubbull?" Julius couldn't even try to hide his amusement. A bright pink Snubbull, called Darkness. The guy may as well take a Chansey and name it Deathbringer. The boy utterly failed to hold back a laugh, partially fueled by the pink thing's spill into the dirt. That thing couldn't look legitimately intimidating if it had some kind of horror movie weapon or something. It was pretty hard to look at, though, and that had to count for something, right? Honestly, Julius was extremely pleased with how this battle was going. Croagunk had yet to take a hit, and that Snubbull looked like it was pretty much done for. Low Kick was definitely something worth teaching to the little guy, and it was paying off already.

Croagunk was equally happy with how things were going. He was doing a great job in this battle, and there wasn't anything like that creepy Sableye to make things difficult, either. His new move, Low Kick, his trainer had called it, was really, really strong! The way the pink thingie fell on its face after the attack was just too cool! Granted, he was a little bit distracted by that glob of slobber that hit him in the face. Croagunk flailed his arms around, flinging the slime this way and that in a pretty comical fashion. This battle was just all sorts of entertaining, by the looks of it. Croagunk was mad about this, though! He got spit on his face! He let out a particularly angry ribbit, about to lunge at the recovering canine-thing and finish things, but his trainer's voice soon cut that thought a bit short.

"Croagunk, try to keep your distance, please? I'd hate for you to get dirty by touching that thing!" Julius smiled again as the frog let out a disappointed ribbity noise. Chances are, the Snubbull and his trainer wouldn't react too well to that, and that would keep them off-guard! And with as funny as the goth guy's face was through all this, he didn't want to give him reason to break that combo of hilarious expressions. He probably made a funny rage face. "Just hit him like you did before, and we should be done here!" he shouted across the "battlefield", prompting Croagunk's next attack, even though it might be a bit predictable. The reptile began to charge up another mass of slimy, purple energy, firing it directly towards the Snubbull. And to further mimic his previous performance, if that had managed to miss and the enemy began to approach, Croagunk would likely attempt to use Low Kick once more.
 
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***EDIT*** I retardedly swapped Snubbull's level from 6 to five. My apologies for the supernoob mistake. I've fixed the EXP in your profile, as well. Congratulations on the win!*****

As far as battles go, you had experienced one of the most crushing situations for a competitive Trainer to be in: a draw. In a way, that was almost worse than losing, right? Because you were just ONE HP away from a win? Well, on the opposite end of that spectrum, far from the dark corner of the emo-kid named Draw, was the land of W.T.F. This little-known but often used anagram stood for....WIPING THE FLOOR with an opponent. With your Croagunk falling quickly into place as an effective and fluid combatant, you would most likely look back on this day in troubled times as a memory of elation.

To be completely honest, the Snubbull really had no chance against its' opponent. It couldn't see straight from the critical blow that had been landed on it to begin with. Just as clarity was returning to its star-struck gaze, it was quickly replaced by a glob of purple energy, and just as quickly: the abrupt darkness of unconsciousness. Fitting, given it's name, huh? Speaking of darkness, though, the black ensemble of your opponents' eyeliner? It was not doing so well, considering the Trainer was looking at his fallen Pokémon as if the world had just been pulled out from underneath his feet, and the sheen of tears around his eyes was becoming more noticeable by the minute.

I won't repeat what The Dark One called you, as it's not suitable for decent folks' ears. As a matter of fact, you and your Pokémon seemed to notice a censoring hum as he shouted at you across the food-covered sidewalk; safe to say you were not his favorite person in the world and that he would not forget you for a very long time. He quickly retrieved his Pokémon and his bicycle and prompty disappeared into the shadows he so much resembled; in your shoes, I would probably be laughing, but nonetheless, congratulations!

As you step forward to congratulate your Croagunk, three items catch the corner of your eye: a moneyclip which looked to be made of very old, pure silver: it contained about $23 dollars and a business card with the address of the restaurant where the strange kid worked, ; a bright pink cellphone, emblazoned with a likeness of a Snubbull, and a Pokeball that was crudely decorated with duck tape and safety pins. What you do with them is your decision.
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Battle Status: FLAWLESS VICTORY.
:croagunk
Level: 7!
HP: 24/24 | EP: 80%
Status: Pullin' a Chuck Norris!
EXP GAINED: Level UP! Remaining EXP: 55/70
Additional Information: :croagunk learned Poison Sting!

(That reminds me, if you could PM me when you read this I'd appreciate it. Got some questions. xD)
Edited by Lavishprose, Jan 8 2011, 08:18 PM.
 
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Julius and his Croagunk couldn't help but be in impossibly high spirits, considering they just had a battle that was the polar opposite of the first one. The first one was a Draw, a humiliating, bittersweet outcome. The second was nothing short of perfect. Croagunk didn't even get any damage, so they didn't have to go back to the Pokémon Center, and they even made some humorously gloomy-looking kid totally eat his words, assuming they were of an actual language to begin with. The way the failure was crying at his impeccably dark, bright pink Snubbull and its penchant to drool like a dope and eat dirt was priceless, something he didn't think he would ever see during the day. Frankly, Julius was surprised that the canine didn't have any black eyeliner or anything, considering the excessive application of it that its Trainer had. But those would be thoughts for when he turned in for the night. Chances are, there were all sorts of odd, odd people out and about tonight, if The Dark One was any indication.

If there was one thing he'd noticed, though, it was that both he and his Croagunk were... pretty hungry. They hadn't really eaten much of anything since before they'd left for that ship that brought them here! Croagunk, clearly in a gloating mood, proceeded to victoriously stomp many of the little foody bits that had fallen to the ground. While he was doing it, he was singing a little victory tune and waving his arms in the air. Julius, when he saw that, couldn't help but be happy. Sure, he was doubting his Croagunk's skill at first, but it sure surprised the both of them, by the looks of things. It wasn't until then that he'd actually noticed some things lying on the ground!

There was... some kind of money clip, with a few dollars in it, a hideous cell phone, and a positively repulsive Pokeball, covered in... duct tape and safety clips? If Julius had to guess, he figured that all of that weird crap on the Pokeball might make its inhabitant a bit of a drooling mess, like that Snubbull. So, he took a second to begin to peel the tape off, but the moment he saw the slimy residue the tape left, he changed his mind. A sticky, nasty Pokeball would be worse to hold than a duct-taped one, any day. However, he did take a second to remove the stupid little safety pins, just so he didn't have to worry about hurting his hand. While he was doing that, he made sure to examine the thing, and see if anything was inside. If The Dark One had more than one Pokémon... Julius would be a bit worried.

But whether it did or not didn't really concern him, he wanted food. So, he took note of a phone number on the business card (because that's a standard thing on those nowadays) and used his defeated foe's cell phone to dial the number. The moment somebody picked up the phone, he began talking in a rather annoyed, slightly pained voice. He could get something out of this, so he sure as hell didn't want to mess it up!

"Uh, yes, I'd like to... file a complaint, I think is what it's called. I was walking around just a minute ago, and I was struck by one of your employees' bicycles. It was a man with a large mohawk, and a lot of black clothing. I wasn't injured, but food was spilled all over the ground and he was very rude and got violent. He attacked me with his Pokémon, but my Croagunk and I were able to keep the ruffian at bay and take care of it. Then, he ran away with his bike and his dog, but he left some things behind. I just wanted to be a Good Samaritan and get his things back to his workplace, because I'm sure that he'll realize he forgot them soon. So I'll probably be there in a while."

And then he just hung up. The people there would probably be confused and worried or something, which would give him more than enough time to figure out how to get there. But, he first decided to bring Croagunk back into his Pokeball, so he didn't have to wander around with him with as hungry as they both were. Julius took the address that was on the business card, and compared it to the intersection he was at as he punched the information into the Snubbullphone. It didn't take long for Julius to have an idea of which way to go, and off he went towards the restaurant. The Pokeball and money clip were in one hand, and the cell phone was in the other, guiding him towards his destination. He didn't wanna put those things in his pockets, that's for sure.
 
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