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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 10:23:02 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] In all of the brochures Elisaveta had read about Cheyenne, not one mentioned the picturesque, glorious, all-natural, soothing, exclusive fucking blackout. Yet she doubted it was a regular blackout, like the ones that had occurred in the lonely Lavender Town cul-de-sac where she'd made her home up until thirty-six hours ago. Somehow, this power outage affected the natural course of things. It isn't natural, she'd decided, after witnessing a Sentret with glazed eyes trying to hump a tree. Okay, maybe that one wasn't so otherwordly.
But how else could you explain the mysterious sparks of yellow that lit up the Ultra Ball clasped in her hands every minute or so? It was totally bogus-making, and distracting too. So Elis had stuffed the irregularly flashing sphere in her jacket pocket, turning up the volume on her oldschool headphones to blast out the faint buzzing with R&B.
The Route itself was similar enough to Kanto; a clear-cut dirt path winding through a forested area. It was around 3:00 AM, seven hours after she'd departed the Ranger Station with the Starly clutched to her chest. That reminded her...
Hastily, with fumbling fingers, Elisaveta brushed the button on the Ultra Ball and watched with satisfaction as the Starly emerged. He was a stout, short little thing, with tufts of glossy sienna feathers disarrayed on his plump figure. His orange beak clacked a few times arrogantly as he surveyed his surroundings. Paying no attention to Elisaveta, the pompous avian strutted ahead, chest thrust out.
The girl sighed, winding her lavender scarf around her neck a few more times before setting out after the Starly. It looked as if this particular journey would be hard to bear. | |
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Post by Dracken on Nov 5, 2010 10:46:32 GMT -5
A Pidgey hopped along the route path. With a Oren Berry in her mouth. How lucky for her she had found two Oren berries! Already gulping down the other one she was about to eat the second one when out of the corner of her eye she spotted a Trainer! Oh great, they were probably going to expropriate her berries! Well she wasn't going to let that happen! She chirped loudy and sped her wings out. With the berry in mouth her words mumbled a bit. <Back off, Frainer! I'm fin no food fo fight!> Though ths probably didn't go too well considering that no one really understand her mumbled words.
::pidgey::
Has a oren berry.
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 12:00:07 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]Elisaveta hurried after her Pokemon, huddling into the familiar warmth of her fleece sweater. Her mittened hands safely warming under her arms, she took off like a rocket to catch up with the irritable nightingale. It was then she halted in the middle of the road. A bird stopped her in her tracks, mumbling something around a mouthful of berry. This barrier in communication did absolutely nothing to help Elis' limited grasp on Pokenese. If she focused hard, she could pick out the word 'fight'. And she froze up. " N-nice birdy!" the girl squeaked, her nose turning the shade of her red hair. " Pollo! Get back here!" she hissed out of the corner of her mouth to the rapidly hopping Starly, who was watching the show amusedly. < I'd rather stay here. > he squawked, smugly puffing out his chest feathers. Elis vowed to murder him later. " Well. Um. What do you have there, little guy? A berry?" she said tentatively, turning back towards the Pidgey with a wary smile. Slowly she backed away from the avian, unknowingly trodding on Pollo, who had been settling down to sleep. < Bloody hell! > he shrieked, eyes alight with fury. In blind rage, he lashed out at the nearest target - which, unfortunately, was the Pidgey - with a Quick Attack. starly used quick attack ::starly:: | |
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 5, 2010 16:34:27 GMT -5
Given that this part of the route was still quite close to town, it was very apparent by the blackness of the lab that there was a blackout. Not that the Pidgey really cared about what happened to the trainers. Nope, all she really cared about right now was eating her Orans, and unfortunately, this trainer had came along to ruin all of her fun. That simply would not to. They were going to try and steal her precious berry, and that was unacceptable.
<This is my berry, got it? You're not going to take it.> She spread her wings around the berry protectively, as if that was going to do any good. Now that she'd swallowed, it probably would have been smarter just to pop the berry into her mouth and run (or fly) away as fast as she could.
Before this idea could form in her mind, the other bird barreled into her with impressive speed. Having been knocked straight into her berry, it squashed, and the pidgey shrieked angrily.
<MURDERER! BERRY KILLER!>
She then lunged toward the bird, to avenge the death of her sweet fruit.
Pidgey used Tackle!
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 20:33:47 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]( ooc: short post hrnghh :L ) Hell no hath like a Starly scorned, thought Elisaveta as Pollo, barreled over by the Pidgey's Tackle, rose up with a fearsome glint in his nightingale eyes. " Pollo!" she commanded, drawing knowledge back from her childhood days where she'd watched the league tournaments daily. However, her next words were purely made-up. " Hyper...giga...drain...punch...blast?" Elis queried hopelessly. Pollo sneered at his trainer, taunting waving his smug little avian ass. " Burn...flare......agh!" Promptly, the trainer gave up. " KILL THE FUCKING BIRD!" she yowled, gesticulating wildly at the Pidgey. The Starly stifled a hasty giggle and let out a trilling Growl for starters. Following that, he cleared his throat and yipped a war cry, lunging towards the Pidgey for another Quick Attack. starly used growl and quick attack. ::starly:: | |
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 5, 2010 23:58:11 GMT -5
The Starly was so... so... cute.
Even Pidgey couldn't help but be pulled into not wanting to hurt it as much, therefore lowering her attack, when she heard it's cute little growl. Damn it, how was this battle going to go now? She didn't want to give up the quest of avenging her poor berry, but on the other hand, the other bird just looked so cute and innocent. Maybe he hadn't meant to attack her before. Maybe he'd just reacted out of a blind rage. Maybe they could even be friends. Maybe-
<OUCH!>
This loud cry of pain echoed in the form of a shriek across the route, startling several fellow Pidgey out of their nests, birds which glared at her angrily as she cringed slightly in embarrassment. But after only a few seconds, her rage got the better of her, and she ignored them in favor of avenging his taking advantage of her.
<How dare you trick me like that?>
Rushing toward him and flapping her wings in what she hoped was a bravely threatening manner, she attempted yet again to Tackle the rival bird.
::pidgey:: Pidgey used Tackle!
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Post by dimanche on Nov 6, 2010 11:50:30 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]( ooc: LOLWAT ) Pollo stopped short, his feathers ruffling instinctively at the Pidgey's crazed eyes. There was something incredibly frightening in that glance, one that he would, many years later, pinpoint at infatuation. The spell was broken, however, by his Quick Attack. The no-longer enchanted avian had rushed at him with a Tackle, which he'd almost dodged. Unfortunately, the Starly sported a new bruise on his starboard wing, complete with ruffled feathers. Pollo sighed to himself. There went hours of preening. " More light on your feet, Pollo!" Elisa shouted, unhelpfully. The Starly shot her a venomous glare. He certainly did not need anyone to tell him how to fight. How would the idiot human like to battle this fucking crazy Pidgey? Out of his beak came a torrent of curses and obscenities in Pokenese, which shut the girl up effectively. < Thank you, > Pollo growled as he faced off with the enemy avian again. He started off with another Growl, yipping in soprano. That accomplished, the Starly further secured his masculinity with yet another Quick Attack, his wings held tight against his sides to decrease air resistance. His body was angled to lunge, aiming to slam his side into the Pidgey's in a shattering collision. That is, if the bird wouldn't dodge. starly used growl and quick attack. | |
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 6, 2010 14:20:29 GMT -5
Oh, hell no! There was no way that this Pidgey was going to fall for the Starly's stupid trick a second time. While it did lower her attack a tiny amount, it didn't do quite as much as it had the last time, and she fixed him with an angry glare. Stupid bird. She was hit with the Quick Attack again, too busy being angry to dodge, but that only upped her rage a little more. Trainers and their Pokemon always thought they could just barge in and beat the crap out of her whenever they wanted! Well, it wasn't fair, and she wasn't going to deal with it anymore.
Fluttering her wings rapidly, she caused a violent wind that blew sand toward the rival bird, hoping to lower it's accuracy by getting sand into it's eyes. Man, how she hated battling. Still, it was a harsh reality, and she wasn't going to bow down and let this stupid Starly beat her. Unfortunately, the poor femme didn't know very many moves, only the two, and so she was forced to resort to trying the Tackle yet another time, rushing toward him and attempting to almost body-check him with her weight.
::pidgey:: Pidgey used Sand Attack and Tackle!
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Post by dimanche on Nov 6, 2010 19:49:25 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]Pollo let out a short cry of distress as the Pidgey's Sand-Attack penetrated his sensitive eyeballs. The Tackle bowled him over completely, rendering the Starly whimpering in a feathered muddle on the earth. Elisaveta could have literally eaten her idiot Pokemon. " What are you doing, you sad excuse for a jacuzzi filled with cash?!?!" she barked roughly, vermillion-hair ruffled by the wind and indignant green eyes alight with flame. She carelessly shoved her headphones onto her neck, striding to Pollo with a few easy steps and snatching him up by a talon. He squawked weakly in protest, only further incinerating Elisa's rage. " Get off your fucking weak-as-shit ass and destroy the fucking opponent. A fucking chicken." she raged, giving a good hard shake to the Starly to emphasize her point. She dropped him rudely and ordered, " No more shit. Do the same thing it did to you, now." Luckily, Pollo knew both Sand-Attack and Tackle. He got up, shooting an obnoxious glare at his trainer. The Starly pointed his backside at the Pidgey and started scraping up dirt to be flung into her eyes. Satisfied that she was (hopefully) blinded, he then proceeded to (hopefully) knock the brains out of her with a barreling Tackle. starly used sand-attack and tackle. | "two hundred five words."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 7, 2010 7:54:01 GMT -5
Pidgey cawed in displeasure as the Sand Attack struck her in the eyes, shaking her head to desperately dislodge the granules of sand that made her vision distort and her eyes water. As she saw the Starly lunging through blurred vision, she tried to wheel aside, but only succeeded in getting her wings clipped by the little bird, and squawked in pain. Not allowing the attack to break her momentum, she launched her plump body at the Starly. ::pidgey:: Pidgey used Tackle.
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Post by dimanche on Nov 7, 2010 9:23:29 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]The Starly saw the Tackle coming, this time. Pollo launched into a barrel roll to the side, mussing his carefully preened feathers. He quickly got up, ruffling his wings a bit and backing up a distance, where his idiotic trainer stood. < Strategy. We need a new one. > Pollo muttered out of the corner of his orange beak, warily keeping a sharp eye on the Pidgey. " Yeah, that bird's batshit insane, isn't it?" Eli sighed, winding the headphone cord around her fingers, deep in though. Pollo rolled his eyes at the miscommunication and repeated what he'd said before, this time the trainer hanging onto every syllable. " Une nouvelle stratégie?" she translated, cocking her head to the side as she realized she'd translated in French. How the hell did that happen. " A new tactic?" " Here's what you do. The Pidgey knows all your tricks by now. So Quick Attack - but as you're running towards it, dig up some sand with your talon and fling it in its eyes while you attack it." Eli rocked back on her knees, satisfied with the plan. Pollo sneered at the strategy. < This is stupid. > he muttered, readying himself to Quick Attack. Quick as a Kenyan runner, the Starly leaped and, with wings boosting his speed, he rushed towards the Pidgey with a fairly straightforward frontal assault - but then, a purposeful stray talon lunged out and gouged the packed dirt, sending an arc of sand curving towards the enemy, while Pollo dived in to reap his victory from the side. starly used quick attack and sand-attack. | "two hundred twenty words."
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 7, 2010 20:17:53 GMT -5
Pidgey was expecting another Sand Attack and Tackle combination, seeing as it made sense. That said, she was completely alarmed and taken aback when the Starly started toward her with the speed of a bullet. She squawked and attempted to take flight, but having bruised her wing when he'd slammed into her before, she only managed to get a few feeble inches off the ground before the Sand Attack arced up and hit her in the face, startling her into folding her wings and dropping back down.
Then the other attack slammed into her, and she skidded back through the dirt quite pitifully, giving a pained shriek. This stupid berry crushing, dream killing Starly had ruined everything for her! Everything!
Now unable to see thanks to the mess of dirt in her eyes, she stumbled and staggered in the direction of the bird, attempting a Tackle. It really wouldn't be that hard to avoid, provided her opponent could see it coming, given that his own eyes had sand in them as well.
::pidgey:: Hit by Sand Attack and Quick Attack! Pidgey used Tackle!
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Post by dimanche on Nov 7, 2010 21:35:43 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]Pollo let out a grunt of satisfaction as he collided with the fellow avian, the blow sending him panting for breath. He was a plump, well-fed little fellow who hadn't actually ever fought, aside from nesting brawls with his bratty sisters. The Starly heaved out a content breath, ruffling up his feathers and looking over the stilted shafts with melancholy until - CRASH! The Pidgey had barreled into him desperately, sending Pollo free-falling through the air with a comical expression on his face, beak in an O. < Damn...upstart! > he snarled savagely, getting up with some hassle. Elisaveta stifled a snort of mirth. It was difficult not giggling when the robust dwarf bird tried looking badass. " Ahem. Try your best to finish it all now, in a..." She pondered. " Tackle. Chop, chop." Pollo let out a grunt of assertion as he charged towards the Pidgey, wishing he had a switchblade intending to savage the little bitch. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, getting bruised and battered up so severely. The adrenaline that had hit him before had faded, leaving him drained. The Starly squirreled away every last bit of his energy into (hopefully) tackling the wild enemy. starly used hyper beam transform ROAR OF TIME tackle. | |
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 8, 2010 8:56:04 GMT -5
Pidgey tried to duck aside, but instead her vulnerable side was hit, feathers dislodging from her form as she fell to earth, desperately trying to stay airborne. But that last attack had winded her, and it was only a matter of seconds before she hit the ground with a thump. Her vision fading as concussion-formed Taillow flew rings around the sky she was staring at, she promptly fainted. Seemed she had come off worse for wear in this encounter. Such an indignity... ::pidgey:: Pidgey has fainted. Pollo gains a level. [/I]
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Post by dimanche on Nov 8, 2010 16:30:29 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true]Elis did a little victory hop as the stubborn Pidgey finally toppled, her face broken into a quick smile. Even as she landed on the hard-packed ground with much cursing and nursing of ankles with Handwarmers, this was her first successful battle. And now, it was going to be her first capture. Elisaveta returned Pollo, who was curled up on the ground trying to sleep and rest. She pitied him, the droll little fellow, and after a moment of thought, sprayed whatever was in a purple flask onto him. It seemed to work and replenish his energy. Tossing an erratically sparking Pokeball up and down, Eli fired the hardball at the Pidgey, watching with pleasure as it went about containing the bird. ::pokeball:: | "one hundred twenty two words."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 8, 2010 16:47:52 GMT -5
The Pokeball sparked dangerously as it attempted to absorb the Pidgey in, but suddenly in the moment it was supposed to go inside, the Pokeball snapped into two. Completely unusable, it seems. The Pidgey felt some of the glitchy electricity cover her body, making her whimper in pain as her eyelids shut tight, trying to endure it all the best she could.
Whatever it was, some nasty glitch just caused that Pokeball to break. Seemingly not because of the Pidgey's power, especially in her weakened state. Try again? If you dare.
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Post by dimanche on Nov 8, 2010 19:27:06 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] Elisaveta frowned. Weren't these Pokeballs supposed the capture the damn birds, not break? "Fuck." she hissed, walking over and kicking the bird out of resentment. She eyed the two broken halves of the once virtually seamless device.
"The hell?"
Leaving the shattered capsule on the frosty ground where it was, Eli continued merrily on her way, hoping for a glimpse of a rare Pokemon. Someone earlier on the Route had dashed past her with a green-capped white thing, that, regardless of looking like a moldy marshmallow, looked really fucking cool. She wanted one.
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Post by spade on Nov 9, 2010 13:07:46 GMT -5
<My goodness, dear lady, that really was a rather rude thing to do.>
Staring down at the trainer was a Weedle. Though small, the creature’s voice was more than a little condescending. The beady black eyes glanced over at the Pidgey, unconscious and lying on the ground next to the broken Pokeball. In truth, that same bird had attempted to devour Weedle earlier in the day. Still, no Pokemon deserved to be kicked after being refused by a faulty Pokeball. It just didn’t seem fair. And besides: the trainer had disturbed Weedle’s early morning meditation session. She deserved a reprimanding just for that, did she not? His schedule was not malleable, after all, but strictly set!
<Do you treat everyone you come across with such depravity?> he asked, inching his way along the branch so that he was looking directly down at Elisaveta.
::weedle:: Weedle is not pleased.
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Post by dimanche on Nov 10, 2010 16:51:59 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] Elisaveta continued on her merry way, humming to herself idly as she rearranged her headphones properly and skipping off down the road. A thin, reedy voice stopped her in her tracks. She looked about for a few moments, finally pinpointing the source to a...
A bug.
No matter that she knew some Pokenese - Eli really did not feel like wracking her brain for a translation. "Meh," she said childishly, sticking her tongue out at the Weedle. Smiling contentedly, she plopped her headphones back on and strode away. Ignorance was a fun tactic. | |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 10, 2010 22:45:20 GMT -5
- S-Shameful, how incredibly shameful. The Weedle's soft cheeks flushed with rage at the girl's childish comeback, and not being one to simply let such ignorance slide, he decided to give the girl a piece of his mind. Oh, that he would make sure to do! 'And...when I beat her, it'll be the scuttlebutt of the forest, oh yes! And even more so! Just watch!' His eyes narrowed in frustration as he inched closer and closer on his tree branch, eager for a plan.
- What could little old him do? Harming humans was shameful. Yet they were so much bigger than him. A little Poison Sting wouldn't be all that bad, would it? He snorted in amusement, imagining her body dancing away from his stingers if he did dare to fire them. Now that would be funny, but would it get the point across?
- <How about I demolish that prideful mane of yours?> He boldly declared, shooting out a sticky, light spray of String Shot at the girl's hair. Oh yes, he would give her the worst hair day imaginable! Watch him! Worms gone bad!
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