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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 7, 2011 0:19:54 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian had only just lifted the pokeball to the Buneary's level when suddenly another Pokémon approached, chirping about the Buneary forgetting about her. At a single glance, Lillian identified several kinds of makeup on the Wingull's face. And.. was that chirp deep or was her brain lying to her? She clenched her lip timidly as the Wingull started to hand some punch to the rodent, but in the next moment, she suddenly felt liquid descend down her dress. It wasn't enough to completely cover her, luckily, but it looked pretty embarrassing nonetheless. On top of all that it was cold enough to make her wince. She set Buneary down so that she could shake the excess punch off of the fabric, glancing mournfully at it. Oh, her poor dress! Hopefully it didn't stain.
She looked up at the Wingull with silent sorrow in her eyes. There was nothing there to trip him, and he hadn't apologized for it either. All the signs pointed to the action being on purpose. But Lillian blamed herself, thinking that maybe she did something offensive or unhealthy to the Buneary. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked, her heart feeling sour as she wondered what kind of Pokémon this Wingull was. And to think that he'd shattered the start of a beautiful friendship so easily!
Trickle had seen it happen from where he was dancing and he marched over there the way a legless Pokémon would march, wearing an angered expression. <What'd you do to her?!> He growled in Lillian's defense, narrowing his eyes at the Wingull. "Trickle.." Lillian said, not wanting to start a fight over this.
TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Confronting the Wingull
. . . TUNES|| Telepopmusik - Breathe TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| oh my XDD
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Post by FOTLY on Nov 7, 2011 11:19:26 GMT -5
you know i can make your a wild pokemon ! The Buneary looked up at Lillian. How could he apologize for this? What was he going to do? Oh no, was she going to hate him now? He felt like he was going to cry or something, but instead he pushed back the threat of tears as it rose up to his face. >I-I'm so sorry. . .< He mumbled to Lillian, going to help brush off a few stray beads of punch that seems to cling to her dress. Now, he was going to have to deal with that Wingull. . . >Me? I didn't do anything to her -- On purpose.< Although her words came out soft, the smirk that crossed her face said a completely different thing. The Wingull obviously was not liking Lillian nor her little Horsea companion. >Tell your freak of a master to get out of here.< The caws came out lower than they really should have, probably giving herself away as a man. She was angry, infuriated, at the Audino morph for stealing away her man. MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! MALE; LEVEL 07 [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl [ BUNEARY has no clue what to DO ! ] [ WINGULL used BITCHY !]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 7, 2011 20:20:15 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian looked back at the Buneary, feeling a clenching in her gut at the Wingull's actions. She could sense an arrogance about him that he wasn't concealing too well. The Buneary apologized, but it meant little to the morph. Wingull was the one who should have to apologize. She looked at the Wingull's smirk, still feeling a bit of hope that maybe she could come to an agreement with the bird. But before she knew it her Horsea had stepped in and shouted at the creature. Wingull's next words rang in her ears - freak of a master. She was reminded of her high school days, when she was made fun of for her large pink ears. But back then she was used to the cruelty of other students. Hearing it now from a Pokémon was like a blow to her chest since she'd expected them to understand her better.
She sat there, trembling and trying not to cry as Trickle bristled his scales. Said Horsea was aiming a vicious glare straight at the whore of a Wingull, surprised at his audacity in calling his kind trainer a freak. He spoke his next words slowly and venomously. <NEVER. call. her. a freak.> His face heated up so much with anger that he had to let it out, resulting in a Scald splashing straight for the gull. Lillian watched with wonder as the steaming stream of water erupted from him. She never remembered teaching that to him; perhaps he'd just learned it himself! In any case, she felt deep gratitude that he was defending her like this even though they'd only just met.
TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Used Scald on Wingull!
. . . TUNES|| Coldplay - The Scientist TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <333
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 8, 2011 11:38:32 GMT -5
a wild Pokémon ! The transvestite Wingull chirped with manly fear as Trickle spat a stream of blisteringly hot water at him. It burned his skin and he flapped desperately, trying to cool himself down. “I don’t want to become fried duck!” He snapped huskily, and then glared at the Horsea. God, why did this always happen to him? It was because he was ‘different’, wasn’t it? The Wingull’s feathers started to ruffle and suddenly a loud, wavering chirrup echoed from his mouth, pulsing towards the Horsea. Straight after he followed it with a Water Gun, though what use that would do, I don’t know. “Oh my,” the tinsel-loving Buneary covered his mouth with his dark brown paws. Oh no, the trainer looked as though she were going to start crying any minute. The Buneary panicked and bounced back up onto her shoulder with his rabbit legs and affectionately rubbed against her cheek with his own. “No tears,” he begged, “Come on, the bird didn’t mean what he said. Hush hush, now! Shhhh...” The bunny might be going overboard, but he hopped onto Lillian’s breasts and tried to give her another hug. Stroking animals usually helped to calm sadness, right? His ears pounced up from their hiding place and he pulled a funny face, trying to cheer Lillian back up. MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! MALE; LEVEL 07 [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Hit by Scald [NVE] Used Supersonic & Water Gun [Trickle]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 8, 2011 20:10:32 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle narrowed his eyes viciously at the Wingull, ignoring his interjection for the most part. The Horsea was prepared to repay the pokemon in pain for his trainer's tears. He cringed at the sound of the bird's supersonic undulating towards him, causing his brainwaves to falter and crack. He suddenly lost his mind, twitching with confusion as he was suddenly splashed in the face with water. Luckily, that woke him up for the turn, and he shook his head in anger before snorting out a bunch of Smokescreen. Once he was done, he rushed through the smoke and fired more scalding water at the ribbon-wearing avian.
Lillian glanced at the Buneary as he covered his paws towards her. Somehow the gesture made her bite her lip in embarrassment. He suddenly bounced onto her shoulder, causing her to flinch before he rubbed his soft fur against her cheek, causing a tickling sensation that made her lip curl in amusement. He begged her not to cry, but she was already on top of that plan. Crying would mean surrendering, and weak as she was, she didn't like opening her shell so easily. The Buneary gave her a hug and, touched by the gesture, she nearly hugged back - but he suddenly made a funny face at her, which caused her to chuckle a bit. "I'm alright." She said softly, her eyes twinkling before she rubbed away whatever tears lingered in them. Then she continued watching the battle playing out before her, feeling bad that her own pokemon had to defend her.
::horsea:: CONFUSED 1/2 TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Hit by Supersonic & Water Gun [NVE]! Confused! Used Smokescreen & Scald on Wingull!
. . . TUNES|| East New Sound - Voyage 1969 TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| huehuehuehue
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 8, 2011 23:08:01 GMT -5
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It was probably going to be long and repetitive with the two foes going at it with water based moves, but the Wingull was fighting for love and control. The Horsea was simply an obstacle to be taken down, and he was going to knock it down with everything he could bring. Smirking as the Horsea was dazed from his Supersonic, he gave the tiny creature a flirtatious wink as he purred towards him with his feminine gaze. <We don't have to be enemies you know.> He said sweetly, however the Scald that came his way was strong and hot, burning him on the spot as he cawed in distress.
<I'm...too beautiful to be fried chicken!> The Wingull was starting to flip out as tears escaped from his eyes. Oh...oh no! He didn't want to cry already, it didn't hurt that bad! Sadly he was gifted with the curse of being a crybaby, and he had to battle in his deranged emotional state. <You did this to me!> He sobbed, cringing back as the burn stung at his wings. It hurt so badly, but he was determined to make up for it!
He spewed out an icy cold jet of water at the Horsea to make him pay for that, mascara flowing down his eyes from his tears. He was going to win this so the Buneary could be with him forever! <It's ok, my Wingull friend didn't mean that.> The Buneary said softly, nuzzling Lillian's chest as he contently watched the battle with a relieved sigh. Cheer up successful!
::buneary:: MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Content hugging Lillian
::wingull:: (Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! BURNED! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Hit by SCALD NVE, Burn damage Water Gun on Trickle
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 9, 2011 21:43:24 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle was a little distracted by the bird's attempts to seduce him. Although he did look rather pretty, his voice was quite a turn off. The Scald saved him from the uncomfortable proposal though, even scorching the tranny bird. His slightly witty interjection caused Trickle to laugh a little before he suddenly felt confusion take him over again. Suddenly the Wingull's wails of pain became earth shattering cries that harmed his ears. But of course, that was only his own brain fooling him.
The Water Gun that splashed over him caused him to fly into a panic, blowing out a Smokescreen before he fell onto the ground, hitting the side of his head on the grass to get the horrible Wingull's voice out of his mind.
Lillian was holding and slowly petting the Buneary as he nuzzled his face into her breasts, paying slightly more attention to the battle in front of her. When Trickle suddenly began harming himself, she paused, puzzled. "Trick, stop," She said in a soft, but assertive voice. This caused him to go limp, now only laying on the ground. Lillian knew that he was confused, but it hurt to watch him act like that.
::horsea:: CONFUSED 2/2 TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Hit by Water Gun! Confused! Hurt self in confusion!
. . . TUNES|| EarlyRise - Wasteland TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| kekekee
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 10, 2011 1:25:03 GMT -5
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The battle really was going to be repetitive, but thanks to the Burn condition the Wingull at least had a timer before he could go down. The Horsea only had confusion and mental horrors to deal with as he fought against the tricky tranny bird, which constantly regretted being hit by the Scald. This was too much for him! He wanted his mommy and daddy, except they both rejected him for trying to be himself. Such a bittersweet love hate kind of thing, he thought as he sniffled and rubbed at his eyes, smearing dark mascara on his pure white wing. Who cared, he'd clean up in the ladies room anyways.
<You deserved that!> The Wingull cawed weakly due to the emotional torment of losing the Buneary's kindness to this human. It wasn't fair, the Buneary said that he'd be his friend! Why did he have to go off and forget like that so suddenly? He was hurt and all kinds of rejected, and simply had to take it out on the Horsea for helping take him away.
He was going to make them pay! He did something different with his water gun this time as he charged after the limp Horsea, so confused that it looked dead, and with his beak filling up with water he prepared to fire...by kissing the Horsea right on the lips. Now if the Horsea was confused NOW, think again after this attack was over.
MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Content hugging Lillian(Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! BURNED! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Burn damageWater Gun on Trickle
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 11, 2011 16:59:08 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle felt his mind clear up from Lillian's clear voice, enabling him to pick himself back up, trembling. The Wingull cawed a threat at him but he ignored it, staring defiantly at the paint-clad avian. Still recovering from the confusion, he only had enough time to widen his eyes when the bird suddenly rushed at him, planting a kiss right on his nozzle. It turned into a wet kiss - a very wet kiss - when he felt water gush out of her beak straight into his mouth. With an uncomfortable grunt he broke from the kiss, coughing and sputtering.
<I-I wasn't ready for that.> He said with a blush, thinking about whether or not the Wingull was a girl again. He decided to just think it was a girl and save his pride. Another cough produced a large bubble that floated towards the male bird. Lillian had been watching with surprise, unsure what to think. Her second battle and already her starter had been sexually harassed!
::horsea:: TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Recovered from confusion! Hit by Water Gun (NVE)! Used Bubble on Wingull!
. . . TUNES|| Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around Comes Around TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| hue x:
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Post by Dracken on Nov 11, 2011 20:07:48 GMT -5
::Buneary:: MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Content hugging Lillian
::wingull:: (Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! BURNED! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Burn damage
hit by bubble! (NVE) used supersonic and water gun
The Wingull spat out the water out of his mouth. Oh the germs in that bubble! Ew! It came out of the Horsea's mouth...how gross! He staggered backwards spitting out and shaking his head. He finally flung his wings up in the air and made a dramatic groan. <Oh how gross!> He said in his girly voice. <You need to brush your teeth, that Bubble smelled awful!> The Wingull complained, wrinkling up his nose to prove his point. Someone like that wasn't really worth his time...but he figured he'd show this little horse a lesson!
<Come now darling, let me sing you a song!> The Wingull said. He then screeched a sonicwave towards the Horsea, hoping to scramble its brain once again. He then opened his mouth and shot a blast of freezing cold water at its face again. He hoped that the Horsea would give up, he didn't like getting his feathers dirty!
The Buneary gasped as she hugged Lillian closer. The battle was heating up. ...why were they battling again? She lightened her hug a bit and tilted her head. Hmm...
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 12, 2011 13:19:31 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle felt duly insulted when the Wingull began fretting about his breath. <You JUST KISSED me.> He said in a strained voice, glaring at her as his blush faded away. He had no right to complain if he was the one that approached him first. And hey, he'd just come out of the ranger station anyway. Before then it wasn't like they had anything to brush their teeth with.
Then suddenly it was like he'd changed personalities altogether. He offered to sing, the Horsea making no response before he suddenly screeched out an awful tune. Wincing, he managed to ignore the horrible 'song' before he was assaulted with a blast of cold water to the face. It made him feel gross considering that she'd just expelled a bunch of that into him. Lillian made no command, continuing to stroke Buneary, so Trickle acted on his own, heating up the water that Wingull had supplied him so that he could fire it at him. Gosh was he glad to get that out of himself.
::horsea:: TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Dodged Supersonic! Hit by Water Gun (NVE)! Used Scald on Wingull!
. . . TUNES|| Peter, Bjorn & John - Young Folks TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <333
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 12, 2011 16:34:35 GMT -5
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Finally the Wingull was showing signs of weakness as the burn constantly sapped away at his health, still wincing at the Horsea's comments and defiant comments against him. He was still disgusted that the kiss had been as gross as it was! Still, he thought it would've been hilarious to try on such a confused opponent. He regretted it after that, hoping that using Water Gun as much as he was would erase everything about it in his beak. Flapping his wings around furiously as the Scald doused him once more with steaming hot water, he felt himself weakening as it was all beginning to add up against him.
Snorting as the cold wind changed his temperature dramatically, the Wingull landed in a huff on the ground, annoyed as he was shivering from the attacks. He was definitely going to get a cold after this, he just knew it. Already he was sniffling, though that might've been because he was crying earlier. <And I regret it!> He retorted, wishing the smell could be erased from his memory. Sadly the body never did forget, even though the brain did.
The Buneary watched the battle with drooping ears, sighing a bit pitifully at himself for starting this. <I don't know what I did wrong...causing this.> The Buneary whispered, rubbing his eyes as if he was going to cry. The Wingull wasn't the kind of Pokemon he thought he was at all, but somehow he made the Wingull freak out like this. He must've been a bad Buneary one way or another.
MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Reflecting on his actions(Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! BURNED! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Burn damage! Hit by Scald! Weakening!Water Gun on Trickle
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 12, 2011 17:35:22 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle noted the signs of weakness that the Wingull was showing, more determined than ever to quiet the rude bird. He shot him in the face with yet another water gun, and he felt his health trailing downwards steadily. After all, the bird was higher than him in level. <Good.> He replied, disgusted with the taste of lipstick on his nozzle as well. He used another Scald to disinfect his mouth, spraying it towards the arrogant Wingull with an annoyed look in his eyes.
"No.. it's my fault." Lillian objected to the Buneary, petting him gently to reassure him. She didn't want to see him crying, especially for something that he didn't mean to cause. She was pretty sure that some of it was his fault, but it was hers for not leaving when she had the chance... perhaps she'd felt the need to stay.
::horsea:: TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Hit by Water Gun (NVE)! Used Scald on Wingull! Weakening
. . . TUNES|| Discovery - Swing Tree TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| hue
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 12, 2011 18:44:04 GMT -5
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<Y-Yeah! Good!> The Wingull retorted stubbornly, wanting the last say as it glared at the Horsea after striking it with more water. The two water type attacks were being thrown around like dirty water being tossed out of the bath, and it wasn't exactly doing the most damage. The only noticeable things that made this stall war special was the level difference, and the fact that the Wingull was burned and losing a lot of health due to his low level.
The Wingull was hit by another steamy hot Scald and felt his burns heat up once more, cringing as the boiling hot water covered him completely. Poor Wingull, shivering as it sneezed from the erratic temperature changes all around. It fired off another Water Gun at the Horsea, giving one final exertion towards victory.
<No...it isn't.> The Buneary's ears drooped as he shook his head at Lillian, feeling bad that she was saying such a humble thing. He felt really bad about the whole thing, and he had no idea how to make up for it. It would probably be on his mind for days too.
MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Reflecting on his actions(Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! BURNED! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Burn damage! Hit by Scald! Weak!Water Gun on Trickle
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 12, 2011 23:20:25 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trickle shrugged off the Wingull's last retort as he carried out the Scald, smirking as 'she' was covered head to toe in the burning water. He managed to predict the Water Gun this time - who woulda guessed? - and aimed another Scald at his opponent, hoping that he'd fall before he himself did. This battle was getting old fast.
Lillian didn't respond to the Buneary, but smiled gently at him as if to say I know. I forgive you. Suddenly she sneezed as well from the fact that her dress had gotten wet and her legs were cold underneath. A squeak of a sound was produced before she muttered, "Excuse me," in a meek voice. She knew her manners, even around pokemon.
::horsea:: TRICKLE (M) 5 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD Determined - Careful - Selfless - Caring - Overbearing Dodged Water Gun! Used Scald on Wingull!
. . . TUNES|| Arcade - Headlights Look Like Diamonds TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <33
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 13, 2011 6:46:06 GMT -5
Lava-like water sprayed the Wingull straight in the face and he chirped as he fell, the burns on his body stinging like cold fire. Obviously it had been a bad idea to challenge this trainer and her Horsea. He’d just have to hope that they wouldn’t deliver the finishing blow.
He lay on the sandy ground and tried pushing himself up on his wings, a chirrup of pain escaping him and his body quaking with effort. After a moment of locking eyes with the trainer, he found himself unable to attack or flee, so simply fell onto his front, head turned away shamefully, and let himself drift away.
The Buneary’s ears clamped back against his body and he grinned excitedly, though sorrowfully, as the Wingull was defeated. Now he was definitely interested in joining this Audino-morph’s clan of Pokémon, and he was already interested in becoming friends with the Horsea.
“Well done!” He carolled to the sea dragon, fur bristling as he jumped down and offered it a piece of dark blue tinsel. When he returned to the trainer, he smiled. “Can I... Well, um... Can I join your team...?”
MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Wants to join you!
(Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl FAINTED. +1 to Trickle! Water Gun on Trickle
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 13, 2011 16:00:12 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian felt bad for the Wingull that was now slinking away like a wounded animal. "I'm sorry, Wingull." She repeated her apology, quickly taking out a potion and spraying the injured bird with it to heal his wounds. If he still drifted away, she silently hoped that he'd find another good friend. A pain lingered in her chest when she realized that she'd just stolen the Buneary from under his wings.
Her ears perked up when she heard the Buneary call her, and she turned to look down at him again, her eyes gentle. Trickle was tired but felt just as triumphant as the rodent, and he grinned as he accepted the tinsel with his fin, putting it around his neck as though he was a Hawaiian tourist.
Lillian only had to think for a moment before she answered, "But, don't you want to stay with Wingull..? He'll be alone." Lillian's eyes were sad, but she knew that the Buneary had an obligation to his friend even though he was kind of a jerl back there. "If you insist, here." She said in a gentler voice, procuring the same pokeball and offering it to him.
Meanwhile, Trickle was digging around in Lillian's stuff. He found quite a few stray candies in there; how curious. <Hey, I'm starving. Can I eat these?> He asked her, receiving a curt nod. Enigma popped out of his ball, feeling hungry enough to have some as well. <My IQ is double yours, so I should have double the candy.> The intelligent bird proclaimed, although he ended up eating about the same amount. A random green Chansey also emerged from the bag, startling Lillian a little bit. A tag on her neck read, Gift from Grandmama. Almost as beautiful as you are!. So that's what it was. Lillian smiled a bit. "Aeris." She decided on the name immediately, referring to a famous character from a certain game.
::horsea:: ::natu:: Don't mind us~
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. . . TUNES|| Lauren Hoffman - Broken TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| derp derp
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 13, 2011 23:18:50 GMT -5
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The Wingull was weak as he remained fainted on the ground, but with a wince he was able to feel the relieving Potion sprayed on him. It felt like it hurt at first, but gradually life came into the Wingull's body again as he shook his beak, conscious once more. It wasn't as if he would be able to battle, but it was a good head start if he wanted to fly away to avoid predators. He blinked as the Buneary looked at the Pokeball with curiosity, then meeting his gaze.
<One moment.> The Buneary said softly as he hopped over to the Wingull, giving him a sympathetic smile and embracing his friend. He forgot something very important and the Wingull ended up getting in a fight because of him, and he felt very bad about it. <Sorry Wingull, you deserve better friends.> He spoke gently, seeing the Wingull as a female as he patted his bird friend on the beak. The Wingull sniffled in sentimental feeling as he returned the hug, hugging his victim friend deeply as the Buneary let go, hopping to the Pokeball and pressing the button with his paw. He was sucked inside instantly and captured.
<I...am so sorry.> The Wingull sniffled, wiping away a tear as it looked at Lillian and her Pokemon with a guilty look. <I got carried away...I shouldn't of been drinking either.> He felt terrible about it, but he decided it was for the best to possibly leave the trainer alone from now on. He caused them enough trouble as is.
MALE ; LEVEL 06 [ runaway + klutz ] {pound.defensecurl.endure.foresight.splash} ! affectionate . cautious . decorator. bad memory. ! Captured(Acc -1) MALE; LEVEL 07! [ keen eye ] {growl.watergun.supersonic} ! Tranny. Possessive. Crybaby. Kind. ! note: wearing a very pretty ribbon, looks like a girl Apologizes for his actions, guilty and accepting
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 14, 2011 22:42:57 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian was glad that the Wingull was able to receive her aid and that he didn't immediately attack her again or something. She watched quietly as the Buneary decided to have a last talk with the Wingull, watching and listening as he apologized to him. Warmth welled up in her heart at the hug, thankful that she'd allowed the Buneary and Wingull to part on a good note at least.
Lillian watched with compassionate eyes as the Wingull apologized to her, reaching out her hand to wipe away one of the bird's tears. "It's alright. I forgive you." She said gently before recalling her Pokémon and standing up, shouldering her purse. With a look back at the bird, she waved as she began to leave the Pokémon party. It wasn't the type of environment she really wanted to be in.
. . . TUNES|| Skype derps TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <33 COME AT ME MODS. SHOW ME YO MOVES.
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Post by KAT♥ on Nov 14, 2011 22:58:02 GMT -5
So the trainer continued along the path, now having caught and added a Buneary to her list of pokemon companions after being harassed by a drunk Wingull for quite a long time. Now, if the trainer thought the worst was over...She was EXTREMELY WRONG. A bit further down the path, the trainer would come upon a Weedle. At first it looked as if it were just taking a little nap on the trail...But as you got closer, you could see blood pooling around the little worm's...halved body. It looked like someone had sliced the thing completely in half, and flies were already swarming the dead body as it produced a horrid smell. /Oh, aren't you a pretty young thing~/ A creepy ass voice came from nowhere, echoing around the path and Lillian herself. Then, from out of the bushes on all sides of her, a group of Tedduirsa popped, each with blood dripping from their outer canines. /Looks like you've found our last meal...I bet you've got something we need too...Since we are still hungry.../ The leader Teddiurda said, holding a chainsaw next to him. /Boys? Let's see what we've got here~/ ::Teddiursa:: M ; 8 [pickup & quick feet] ! sadistic . bloodthirsty . psychotic ! .covet.scratch.leer.lick.fake tears.fury swipes. Has a chainsaw and is trying to cut you!
::Teddiursa:: x2 M ; 6 [pickup & quick feet] ! followers . crazed . cultish ! .covet.scratch.leer. Attacking you!
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