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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 12 2010, 04:55 PM (941 Views) | |
| Lavishprose | Jan 8 2011, 08:39 PM Post #16 |
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Novice Trainer
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With your self-confidence bolstered by your most recent win, it was only natural that you’d want to celebrate. There was plenty of food lying about, but none of it looked very appetizing lying on the sidewalk. When you went over and picked up the scattered objects left by the bicycle-delivery boy, the largest item of curiosity was by far the safety-pin encrusted Pokeball. You carefully removed the garish decorations before attempting to determine whether the device was empty or occupied. Strangely, when you press the button to release the Pokeball’s occupant, the device actually jumps out of your hand. Falling to the ground with a duct-tape padded *THUD*, you watch as the ball thrashes about on the ground three or four times before falling still, the red light flashing around the front of it. There is something in the Pokeball, but whatever it is, you can be sure of three things: the first is that the Pokémon has to be pretty strong to cause that much commotion even while within the confines of a Pokeball; the second is that whatever the Pokémon is, it obviously does not want to be removed from its home, and the third is that you should proceed with extreme caution should you try to release the Pokémon again. While you pondered this newly arisen mystery, a physical hunger made itself known to you with a tell-tale rumbling in your gut. You decide to make the most of the lack of “customer service” provided by the uberGoth, and using his own cellphone to call in and rat on him? Utter irony. The gruff voice that picks up at the other end of the phone doesn’t seem too happy to hear your complaints, but was just grudgingly beginning to offer you some amenities when you cut him off with a push of the End button on the hot pink phone. It seems that you’ll be dining for free this evening, compliments of the chef! Returning Croagunk to its’ own Pokeball, you are faced with a decision regarding the strange Pokeball. Before you go grub out, do you (foolishly) try to open it again? Tuck it away in a pocket for later investigation? Or, just leave the thing in the middle of the street and let someone else solve the puzzle? |
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| phithleico | Jan 8 2011, 10:05 PM Post #17 |
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Novice Trainer
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Well, that was thoroughly unexpected. Julius didn't expect the Pokeball to gain a mind of its own and start thrashing around on the ground like that! Even after it stopped moving, he had decided to just wait a few more seconds before picking it up. Then he just began peeling off the horrendous duct tape and removing those stupid little safety pins. There's no way that someone could honestly expect to use a Pokeball when it was covered with so much garbage, right? But he dismissed it as soon as he removed the shiny, silvery coatings and set off towards the restaurant using his temporary GPS. Things were getting considerably darker, now. Between the time spent training and that battle, it looked like it was well after six in the evening or so. Sadly, he couldn't see the clock with the map application up, he didn't want to exit the program, and he happened to miss the time when he first turned on the phone. Bit of a shame, that. Julius ignored his lack of knowing the time, however, in favor of the prospect of a free dinner! Across this street, left turn at this intersection, right turn a street later, and it was juuuuust down the road a bit! The scent of food was familiar, the same smell that attacked his senses before that idiot had bumped into him. Before he got any closer, though, the trainer stopped, placing the bright pink cell phone and money clip into a front pocket before using the free hand to send Croagunk out again. The frog's eyes went big and wide at the smell of food, and he began hopping up and down before breaking into a run towards the restaurant. The little guy knew that Julius probably wouldn't be coming to a restaurant, or too close near one, without food being a possibility, so he was thrilled. The Trainer, however, was a bit more reserved about his excitement. That was simply because he was thinking about more than just food. He took the foresight to slip the mysterious, shaking Pokeball into a holster on his belt alongside Croagunk's before he pulled out the phone and the money clip. Chances are, the clip belonged to the store. But the money, that was fair game. So, the boy swiped a twenty dollar bill from the twenty-three dollar total. He had to get something for beating that guy, right? That was how Trainer Battles worked. It was some victory money. The cell phone, he kept in his hand to give to whoever was working at the counter. He sure didn't want the thing, and would have preferred to have it leave his hands as soon as possible. And then, there was that Pokeball. It was odd, very odd, that it had something in it, but that guy didn't use it in that battle. Maybe it was on loan? Or maybe he had gotten it in a trade, and it didn't listen to him? Or maybe, Julius pondered as he finally began to walk, the freak had stolen it. Maybe it was some creature that was stolen from its owner, violently trying to break free and return to its home? ...or maybe it was just a captured wild animal. It didn't really matter for now, he figured, it could wait until after dinner. Croagunk was already standing outside the door, jumping and shouting to try and hurry him along, so he decided not to keep either him or himself waiting any longer. So, the pair strolled nonchalantly through the door, Julius holding the (depleted) money clip and cell phone, and Croagunk peeking out from behind him, curiously peering up at the counter as if he expected food to appear out of nowhere for him. |
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| Lavishprose | Jan 8 2011, 10:47 PM Post #18 |
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Novice Trainer
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With the battle between curiosity and hunger having been won by the latter, you pack up your new inventory and head towards the restaurant. Before long, you and your Croagunk are stepping in to the almost moist, warm air of a restaurant that obviously relies heavily on the art of “frying” food to perfection. The place is quaint, with only six booths in the whole establishment for people to sit and enjoy their food. It is obviously a privately-owned establishment (the “Jimmies: Owned by Jimmie!” logo atop the menu behind the counter giving you a clue), and the entire décor is comprised of an odd assortment of fishing equipment: harpoons, cracked planks of wood, shark hooks, fishing poles, and maidenheads are tacked/nailed/hung from the wall wherever there is space. Behind the counter there stands a grizzled man in a skullcap and a grease-stained white apron; looking like he would be more at home working security for a crime lord, this was most likely the person who answered the phone when you called to make your complaint. A perfect example of what happens when very muscular young men age badly, the owner of the establishment is built like a slab of concrete; wherever there is not stocky muscle showing, there is coarse black hair to be seen covering his arms, face, and head. As your Croagunk walks up to the counter expectantly, the man looks up at you with surprisingly intelligent brown eyes. His gaze flickering between you and your Pokémon, he lets out a grunt and does his best impression of a smile (a look that appears as if he went to snarl at you but suddenly had to sneeze). “Ya must be the kid that called about Blackman, huh?” At your empty gaze, the guy lifts his hands in exasperation. “Y’know, the kid that hit you on his bicycle? Or are you just here for some food?” As you go to explain that you are the former, the bear of a man just waves his hand. “I’m Jimmie, and before ya start, I know; he ain’t the brightest delivery boy I ever hired. You must have kicked his ass pretty good, though, seein’ as I ain’t seen him since you called. Been waiting for a reason to fire that kid.” Running a gnarled hand through the thick mane of black hair atop his head, Jimmie turned and reached under a catering table set behind the counter. He pulls out three plastic bags filled to bursting with different containers and boxes, setting them on the counter before you. “ ‘ere, take all this and have a nice night. I put a bit of everything I make in there; should be more than enough for ya to forget all about this ‘unfortunate incident,’ huh?” Croagunk wasted no time in grabbing one of the bags off of the counter and running off to a booth to see what it could find to munch on. Jimmie didn’t seem to be the most social proprietor ever, walking off into the back of the restaurant without saying another word to you, so you decided to just put the pink cell phone and the money clip tucked up against the front of the register. It appeared that you would just have to hold on to that strange Pokeball…but for now, it’s time to hit the grub! |
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| phithleico | Jan 15 2011, 01:34 PM Post #19 |
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Novice Trainer
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The pair did indeed hit the grub. Croagunk, having worked up much more of an appetite than Julius, was clearly a lot hungrier. So, the Trainer let his Pokémon chow down first. The little froggie had never had likely never had any seafood before, so he was especially thrilled to taste something new like whatever was in those bags! Plus, it would almost definitely energize the little scamp, making whatever other endeavors they would go for be even easier than that fight against the Snubbull. So Croagunk was pretty much just opening the bags and boxes and scarfing down what's inside while making somewhat unnerving frantic ribbiting noises. He was excited to have all of that food, though! Julius, on the other hand, was a bit more... distant. He hadn't sat down or started eating yet, since there were other things on his mind. The fact that Jimmie had gone behind the counter gave him considerable freedom to do whatever he wanted without repercussions, which was an extremely good thing. A hand gravitated to the Pokeball that was attached to his belt, and again he was unable to get rid of the curiosity. He just had to know what was inside. But, inside this building would be the worst place to let something as potentially destructive as whatever was in there out. Cramped spaces would make self-defense nearly impossible. But he wanted, he needed a chance to see what was inside. Julius knew that there was a chance that whatever was in there could make some trouble, so he decided that he wanted to be as prepared as possible. The best way to do that, in his mind, was to broaden his communications. So, he snatched Blackman's phone from next to the register, and quickly tried to find his way to the guy's Recent Calls, to see if he could get any leads on just where that thing came from. But before he looked too closely at anything, the Trainer decided it was about time to get some food himself, so he brought over the other two bags and sat down at the same booth as Croagunk, who by this time had sated his hunger, and was laying down on the seat across from his owner, with a half-full third bag still sitting on the table. Julius quickly snatched a box of food from the opened bag, and opened it up. He didn't even look at it, instead opting to just eat it. Closer to the food was Blackman's phone, hopefully opened to the Recent Calls section, to see what calls were made recently. After all, it made little sense for that buffoon to be carrying around such an odd Pokeball for very long. If there was anything that looked like it could help, Julius quickly added it into his own Contacts, with the added description of "Odd Pokeball - " and then the name of the contact. But, whether he found anything or not, he decided to call his own phone with Blackman's, just to be safe. So he definitely added that number, even if he never planned on using it. Finally, just to cover his tracks, Julius deleted the calls to Jimmie's and his own phone from the Recent Calls, before getting up and returning the phone to its place at the register. As he walked back to the booth, Julius began to think a bit. He only expected a Pokémon Adventure to be a way to get away from home, and here he was, delving into a mystery surrounding an odd Pokeball, with a partner that was defying expectations left and right. He managed to learn a powerful Fighting-type move in only a few hours, and had a large amount of versatility with his attacks. Really, everything was going perfectly, and this was only the first day! Julius couldn't help but smile as he sat down. Croagunk was pretty full, he guessed, which made him decide to take his time a bit, so the little frog could rest some more. The boy still ate rather quickly, however, finishing off the rest of the bag that Croagunk had grabbed in about 45 minutes, tops. By the time Julius finished, Croagunk was doing considerably better in terms of not being in a food coma, so he was back to being peppy and enthusiastic. The duo left Jimmie's, with both of them waving towards the back, whether the owner could see them or not. The food was definitely worth the walk. But, it looked like it was considerably darker outside. As one of Julius's hands was busy with the two bags of food that remained, the other went towards the Pokeball that he just couldn't get out of his head. Croagunk, upon seeing his trainer pull the thing out, got ready to spring into action. Then, Julius pushed the button on the ball, throwing it up into the air in a stereotypical fashion, hoping to get whatever was inside to come out. |
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