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Post by luigi on Mar 10, 2009 18:50:33 GMT -5
As Hershlin finished musing aloud, he was quite surprised when he looked up from his talk to see that the Whismur was still there, listening intently to every word he spoke- usually, folks tended to run a mile when they saw he was on one of his 'tirades', as he tended to go on about certain matters in a lengthy, mature manner- which most impaitent folk, or folk whom had important things to do with their time couldn't stand sitting there all day and listening to. The attention was making him feel a little embarssed, to tell the truth - he wasn't tone who deliberatly sought out attention. He just thought it was nice to have a wild pok'emon whom he could express his views to without it either running away or outrright attacking him and his compainons. Watson seemed to enjoy the little chat, though he wasn't involved- it helped him learn a bit more about his 'master'. However, Marcus found the whole thing terribly boring, and stifled a yawn, which was probably clearly seen by everyone involved, it was that obvious...and Hershlin sighed and shook his head a little at this, murmering, "You need to learn a bit more paitence, Marcus - being hasty all the time will more likely than not, give you more troubles than good things." Marcus said rudely, "Well, grandpa, it's not MY fault you're so BORING. Honestly..." Watson and Hershlin raised a brow at this, but neither of them said a word. The Whismur then spoke up in pok'elanguage again, and the Ralts translated, saying, "Eh....Whismur's askin' what makes ya so different, Gramps...and why you're like this...." He paused as the Whismur asked him a question, and answered quickly, saying, "When we found that hippo- it snuck up on us, so I thought it was some kinda spy for the evil 'Masked Maruderer' iv'e been told is terrozing innocent pok'emon lately...but Gramps apparently didn't think so." He scowled, then muttering to himself, "Why was he and Watson both being so nice...and actually ASKING it if it wanted to battle instead of out-right attackin' the little spy? Honestly, it was CLEAR in my eyes that the hippo was up ta no good.."
Hershlin didn't hear Marcus's mumbling, but spoke out to the Whismur, saying, "That's a very interesting question - and I believe that what makes me different...is because I used to study pok'emon before I finally decided to go on my journey, hence why I'm wearing this long white coat here..." The gntleman gestured to the material, before saying, " I learnt quite a bit about pok'emon there~ and saw the effects that reckless beahviour from trainers had on them and their enviroment first-hand, and I didn't want to contribute to that hurt. Another reason I am what I am - is because... I had an interest in pok'emon ever since I was a boy - about people and pok'emon cooperating as partners and friends - and I read so many books on the subject...but my father was always forbdding of any idea I had to HELP pok'emon in any way." Hershlin's previously cheerful expression changed to a frown as he continued, "My father...he used to be a trainer, too - but then an accident occured to him one day, and you know what he did? He burnt his trainer's liscence...and threw away his partners as if they were nothing more than puppets! Without any regard for how THEY might feel on the matter...and since then, he thought of pok'emon as nothing more than tools..."
Hershlin said quietly, "I even got attacked by one of his own pok'emon because it was so angry at being treated so unfairly - and if it hand't been for the intervence of his Gastly, whom didn't have such hatred against him, I wouldn't be here now. I felt that I owed it to that kind ghost to say thanks in my own way...by becoming a better trainer than my horrid father was, whom treated pok'emon and people alike like dirt.." The gentleman frowned slightly, rubbing his right arm conciously where his own father had beaten him MANY times so long ago at remembering this, but he smiled then, saying, "And I do not regret my desicion at all. I am glad to have put the Kingston's - my family's- apparent 'claim to fame' behind me, and meet so many interesting personalities of pok'emon...make friends, and teach and aid folks. Yes." Watson reeled at the mention of the word 'Kingston', he saying, "W-wait...you're a Kingston?! They're supposed to be related to roylaty, iv'e heard...is that true?" Hershlin said, "Yes, Watson...Hershlin Tierl Kingston is my full title, though my old FAMILY has little to do with me these days, apart from my lovely sister and my friend Joan, whom are wonderful gifts of friends..and no, Kingston's are not related to roylatly, though we do have the word 'King' in our last names.....that was just a lie made up by my mother to ensure our family only conversed with 'the best sort of folk'..." Hershlin shook his head after this, saying, "But - I think the best sort of people are those whom treat poor and rich alike with equal kindness, for everyone deserves a chance to be treated with the proper respect.."
Marcus whistled impressivly at this, saying, "Woah...that's pretty philosophical, gramps. But still...I reckon it would have been cool if you WERE realted to roylatly - you'd be an awesome king with a knight like ME on your side!" Watson supressed a snigger at these words, as Hershlin watched the Whismur curiously, wondering what the wild pok'emon thought of his explanation...he hoped it had been sufficent enough to give proper information.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 10, 2009 20:22:09 GMT -5
No. That information was not enough. Talk more please.
’Whoa there…This is a lot of information to take in…It’s a good thing my head is so tough…I’m blessed for having that Soundproof gift of mine.’ She thought, amidst Hershlin’s long and rambling speech about why he was the way he was, and most of his life story. She wondered if he was asked questioned like these every day, and if he gradually made his story longer and more impressive each time he told it. She was the type of Pokemon to think about these types of things, after all. Her curious nature made her this way. Other than that, she was able to keep an interested expression on her face the entire time, and she bobbed her head occasionally to show that she was listening with her undivided attention. <Aw, you’re not a king? Well…You’d make a good advisor for one. You’re smart.> She smiled. She meant what she said. <The Masked Maruderer sounds like some story a little kid made up in order to scare you…Are you sure it’s true?> She asked with a suspicious look at the Ralts. Perhaps it was the Ralt’s attitude that made her take him less seriously, but she couldn’t quite help it.
Meanwhile, pair of lurking eyes were watching the group from the skies. After several moments, the creature turned around and disappeared over the tree tops.
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Post by luigi on Mar 14, 2009 1:30:50 GMT -5
Hershlin was slightly worried that his explanation of the things that had happened to him in his past to make him whom he was might be a bit too long - he knew he tended to ramble sometimes, but no matter how hard he tried to kick this annoying habit, it still stuck to him like a Shellder did to a Slowpoke's tail. But then again, nobody was perfect - everyone had to have their not-so-good points about them, as well as good points to be truly called 'human'. Maybe it was because he was a little older than most trainers, that he tended to go on a bit about the things he was keen to share, or passionate about...but if it helped inform the little pink creature here well enough about why he'd chosen to hide the hippo instead of catch it, and perhaps teach in future, other trainers how to PROPERLY befriend and catch pok'emon, well, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. The pink pok'emon seemed to be listening intently to what he had to say, so his talk couldn't have been THAT bad, it seemed...after the end of the long speech, Watson was looking at Hershlin with a new sense of respect - quite honoured to have such a kind-hearted person as a trainer...yes indeed, he'd been one of the 'lucky' starters, it seemed. However, the reaction of Marcus at the enlongated tale seemed to have an almost opposite affect -the psychic-type pok'emon was faking sleep at the moment, earning a fustrated sigh from Watson and a raised eyebrow from Hershlin as his over-exaggerated snores seemed to reverberate through the entire route one area. Hershlin decided to ignore this - turning to the Whismur yet again as it spoke up, smiling slightly as it did so. Watson coughed and nudged Marcus to make sure that the Ralts was listening, and the psychic-type scowled angrily, before saying, "Jeez.....can't a ok'emon get some SLEEP around here?!"
Shaking his capped head, he then translated the talk to Hershlin, whose face turned slightly red at the compliment, what with him being a little bit modest and all, he saying, "Ha - i'd probably never be an advisor. The more corrupt kings would want my head on a silver platter, mainly because as you have no doubt seen...i'm not afraid to speak up about things of importance, or things that pass on honest knowledge to folks...however, some folks would rather not know the truth, and ignore it. It IS sad..." The gentleman paused a moment, before saying, "But such downfalls shouldn't stop one from trying." The pink rabbit then said something else, which seemed to be directed to Marcus, as the Ralts peered at the pok'emon, before saying determinedly, "Yeah, i'm sure! One of the Xatu back where I lived told me...and a pok'emon that smart couldn't possibly lie! The idea that someone who's supposed to be a guider to my old 'town' isa liar...it's unthinkable!" The psychic looked very angry, and Hershlin said gently, " Nobody is accusing your friend of lying, Marcus." He then said, "Maybe if you were less foreceful all the time...folks might find these tales easier to believe.." Marcus said, "Yeah..I understand what you mean...but if i'm NOT forceful, who the heck is gonna LISTEN to me?! People always see me as a kid, though I try so HARD to defend the innocent and stuff..." Hershlin hummed, trying to think of a reply to this, when Watson suddenly said, a little shocked, "Did...did either of you two fell...a few minutes ago...like we were being watched? I know such a question seems strange...but I had the oddest feeling that there was an eavesdropper on our conversation a few moments ago..."
Hershlin said, "It may just be all this talk of the 'Masked Marderer' that's making you feel nervous...hmmm....but my sister always said that 'a friend's instincts are rarely wrong'..." The gentleman then turned to the pink pok'emon conceredly, saying, "If someone of the unscrupulous sort was listening in on us...you might not be safe. Do you wish for us....to watch out for you? I would feel like I was partly to blame if something DID happen and I did nothing....and you are a very nice pok'emon to conversate with, that is for certain - I feel we have 'connected' a little, so...even if such worries of mine are unfounded...I guess you could probably understand them..."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 14, 2009 13:20:57 GMT -5
Suddenly frightened at the Ralt's uptight attitude, she took a nervous step back. The Whismur couldn't be sure how far he was going to take that tiny temper of his, so she felt that she was correct in being wary of him. Having those wary feelings were n ever good to have, however, as she recalled her mother's lessons in attempting to be more trusting in friends and family. Kind strangers shouldn't be excluded from that list, and that was what she considered this group.
<W-w-what? Someone's watching us?>She started looking around like a furious storm of motion, attempting to catch the perpetrator in the act. She had calmed down when she saw that there was no one to be seen, but she kept her eyes open in case someone was indeed, watching them.
<I don't think that I'm in any danger...Though it's considerate for you to look out for me. > She bowed her head to the trainer, about to continue when a sudden cry echoed throughout the route. Whirling around to face the sound, the Whismur could barely make out the dark silhouette of a bird flying toward them. Then, she noticed that it was accompanied by a human figure, running behind it.
::hoothoot::
"Hey! Excuse me! You wouldn't happen to be a Pokemon Trainer, would you?" The boy called, panting from his sudden sprint over to the group. The Hoothoot had perched on his shoulders, also taking a well deserved rest from his long search. The two didn't appear suspicious in any way, but the Whismur was still shaken by their sudden appearance. She quickly hopped behind Watson for protection, not liking the HootHoot's curious look toward her.
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Post by luigi on Mar 15, 2009 17:56:58 GMT -5
Marcus huffed in an irritable manner, watching the Whismur as it took a step away from him in what seemed an unerved fashion - why would a normal-type like that ask such questions? he was beggining to feel suspicous of this 'wild pok'emon': maybe it wasn't QUITE as innocent as it made out to be, and was just chatting to them in such a friendly manner to lower their guards and make it easier of the 'Masked Maruderer' to catch them all and do something nasty to the group?! But no - if it wanted to do something to them, it probably would have done it a lot sooner, Marcus reasoned, so he'd trust the Whismur...at least, for now. He would still keep a stern watch over it though, just in case it DID try to do something funny..but it was kind of hard to keep an eye on the normal-type when Watson had just said that he felt as though someone had been watching them, whom could well be an evil-doer of some kind. The pshychic-type brought up his fists angrily, saying, "If a sneaky bad guy wants to hurt US, they've got anotha thin' comin'!" The Whismur seemed to be affected by the fact that someone had apparently been watching them, looking around in a furiously nervous fashion for several moments, seeming to mimic Watson's movements closely, as he was scanning the surroundings about them diligently, searching for any sign of someone watching them...but as much as he looked, he saw no sign of anything watching them, or any signs that there HAD been someone watching them. The Larvitar blinked confusedly, murmering, "Odd...I am CERTAIN that we were being watched, but yet there is nothing here...was it all in my imagination?" It seemed as though the Whismur too, had not spied anything amiss, seeming to calm down after a few moments, though she still remained quite alert as she spoke out once more, Marcus translating her 'talk' as the normal-type said she didn't think that she was in any danger herself, though it was considerate of Hershlin to look out for her.
Hershlin said, "Any gentleman would do the same thing, I am sure..." Before suddenly trailing off mid-sentance as a cry intterupted him, seeming to reverberate through the entire area. The gentleman turned swiftly to see a shadowy flying pok'emon headed straight towards them, closely followed by a trainer, also cloaked in shadows...so Watson wasn't imagining things. There HAD been someone watching them. He tensed, ready to defend the normal-type he'd been talking to if he needed, but relaxed somewhat when the trainer came into visibility, revealing that the person was just a young lad - but he was still alert. Just why would someone send their pok'emon to watch others? Perhaps for a battle? It seemed that the latter of the two might be the most logical assumption, as the lad asked him wether he was a trainer or not, sounding rather ragged after his run, a Hoothoot- which had been the shadowy bird - perched on his shoulder. Watson gave Whismur a supportive look as it hopped behind him, turning to Hershlin as his trainer said, "Yes...that I am." He paused a moment, turning to Watson and asking his compainon, "If this fellow trainer asks for a battle...do you think you would be up for another one after that damage you took from your last fight?" Watson pondered this a while, before nodding- he'd taken a good deal of damage from the last match, true, but he felt that he could probably take another match against this particular pok'emon - he knew this particular pok'emon thankfully didn't KNOW any moves that were super-effective against him, so if the other trainer did want a battle, hopefully he wouldn't take too much damage..but bnattling was never a sure thing.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 17, 2009 14:43:41 GMT -5
”Thank goodness. It’s great to see human life out here. The names Garett, and I was hoping you could have a battle with me.” The tall, lanky teenager did an awkward bow with the Hoothoot clinging to his shoulders. It was such an obvious request, after seeing a trainer on the route, but the real problem was finding trainers that would accept having a Pokemon battle with you.
<Please accept. We need to train against strong opponents in order to acquire our dreams of being Pokemon Champions.> The Hoothoot pleaded, squishing his tiny wings together to attempt a bow along with his trainer.
<You know…You don’t have to battle them…> The Whismur whispered over to the group as a small reminder. Happening to overhear of Watson’s somewhat weak condition, she couldn’t help but worry that he might overwork himself.
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Post by luigi on Mar 18, 2009 22:19:42 GMT -5
As Hershlin confirmed to the young lad that he was in fact, a trainer- the lad gave off a rather relieved look on his face at hearing this, stating that it was great to actually see some human life out here, before introducing himself as Garett and confirming that Hershlin's suspicons had been correct- he did in fact, wish to have a battle. The gentleman hummed thoughtfully to himself- Watson had said he felt he could take another battle, but should he still accept the trainer's challange willy-nilly like this? He didn't like the idea of letting such a young lad down whom seemed enthusiastic at the prospect of a match - and his pok'emon seemed just as excited about the thought of a match as his trainer did, as Marcus translated to Hershlin that the Hoothoot said that he and his master needed to fight against tough opponents in order to help acquire their dreams of beccoming pok'emon champions- but just as Marcus had translated that, the pink pok'emon spoke up, the psychic-type muttering to himself before begrudingly translating what it had said as well~ that Watson and Hershlin didn't HAVE to battle them if they didn't wish to. Hershlin first turned to the Hoot-hott and said, "Hoho - so you think I and Watson might be powerful adversaries? Well, the truth of the matter is that he and I have only just started our journey- we are only begginers, as hard as that may be to believe.." The gentleman then fell silent, wondering what to do, and then smiled, comming across a simple solution. Gesturing Watson to come over, he pulled one of his potions from his bag and sprayed in on the injured Larvitar, the dualGround and rock type sighing in relief as the potion made the majority of his bruises vanish as if they had never been, and restoring his health by a good amount. He felt a lot better now - and now the Whismur wouldn't need to worry so much! That and Hershlin and him needn't worry about letting this trainer down, either. After administering the potion, Hershlin turned to the trainer, saying, "I accept your challange, young man. Since I am a paitent fellow, I do not mind if you get the first move...go on." That and it was only polite to let the challanger of a battle take the first move, was it not?
Watson moved forward, before assuming an alert, battle-ready position on the field, if Garret did decide to take the first move...
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 19, 2009 7:32:12 GMT -5
”That sounds great. And don’t be so modest. Everyone in this part of Cheyenne tends to be a beginner. We’re in the same position as you are, eh Tick-Tock?” Garett grinned over to the Hoothoot, who gave an affectionate chirp in reply. The Hoothoot’s name, Tick-Tock, had originated for his remarkable ability to tell time. After simply observing he could give the best of estimates just by looking at the sun’s position. Sometimes it was helpful to Garett, whenever Tick-Tock did his usual “alarm” every 12 hours.
<Let’s get ready to rumble!> Tick-Tock called, flapping those tiny wings extra hard just so he could glide on down to the ground. It was a remarkable thing that he could even fly at all with a body so large compared to those extra flaps of skin on the side.
”Start it off with a Growl, then get in there with Tackle!” Garett replied to the Hoothoot’s enthusiasm for battling with a simple command. A growl could lower Watson’s attack power, and a Tackle could cause some damage. An easy, yet efficient command.
<Here he comes…> The Whismur whimpered, not hearing the Hoothoot’s growl attack due to soundproof, but she could easily see him charging toward Watson, eager to ram his side into the Larvitar.
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Post by luigi on Mar 21, 2009 0:39:24 GMT -5
Garett commentated as Hershlin finished talking- about the gentleman's modesty, saying that everyone around this part of the reigon tended to be a begginer, and that he and his Hoot-hoot, whom was apparently nicknamed 'Tick-Tock' were in the same postion as Hershlin and his compainons as this point. Hershlin replied to this with a slight smile, Watson marvelling to himself at how much younger Hershlin actually looked with a smile on his face- it seemed to light up his entire being, in fact- the gentleman saying, "I understand what you are saying - but Iv'e always been the type to tone down my own achievements. Perhaps it is because I have had far enough 'fame' to last a lifetime....and the fact is that despite my knowledge of pok'emon, I should not gloat my achivements. Better to be quiet and not attract a lot of attention on the matter, I believe, than make those around you think you might have a big ego. But I'm waffling on a bit now..." With this, Hershlin halted his 'musings' to turn his attention back to Garett and his compainon, whom had chirped in a happy-sounding manner to his friend before letting out a determined cry that Marcus didn't have to translate- for it was clear enough to both Watson and Hershlin that it was a battle cry. Marcus held back a snicker at the almost laughable way the bird took to the air- it looked like a marshmellow with little 'flaps' at the sides, for crying out loud! However, Hershlin soon spotted the amused look on the Ralts's face, and shot the psychic-type a look that could have cut through steel: at which the psychic-type decided laughing at the brid would be a bad idea here, so Marcus made himself happy by snickering in his thoughts, where only he could hear. The gentleman shook his head slightly before turning back to hear Garett command a Growl and Tackle combo from Tick-Tock, whom was quick to follow the attack commands given due to enthusiasm.
Watson cringed as the bird let out a shrill trilling that seemed to reverberate throughtout his entire being- and also dropped his attack stat. However, though thhe Larvitar couldn't possibly evade the Hoothoot's Growl, he saw the attack comming- and Whismur's warning also helped- and he suddenly shifted position when the bird was close, the feathered pok'emon's attempted charge missing him entierly. Hershlin turned to Garett and said, "That was a good first turn~ but do you mind if I give you some advice?" If the young man didn't seem to mind, Hershlin would say, " I hope you do not take this the wrong way or anything - I am simply keen to share some of my knowledge with others and aid them....even if Marcus thinks it odd that I should want to help the person i'm battling..." This last part was particularly true, as Marcus's mouth had dropped and he was looking at Hershlin incredously, not believing the fact that the gentleman was HELPING this guy! Hershlin would ignore this, before stating~ again~ if Garett didn't seem to mind~ "Now - stat-lowering moves such as Growl are nice- but you need to be aware of what move-set the opponent might know when using them. Because Watson knows Leer, this makes Growl slightly unuseful to you- for every attack drop that happens, my compainon can in turn drop your compainon's defence." Hershlin then said, "I hope that was useful to you...." He then turned to Watson and said, "Use Leer, my friend...and follow it up with a Bite." Watson blinked- he didn't understand Hershlin sometimes..helping an opponent, even tyhough this meant he could lose? How strange...but shrugging this off, he would attempt to fix the flying avaian with a stern glare of his red eyes, before slowly creeping up to the dual-type: and at the last moment, propelling forward with a surprising bit of speed, motuh wide open in an attempt to latch onto the avian.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 21, 2009 11:24:29 GMT -5
Garett didn’t quite know what to think at the advice that was given to him, he was surprised that there were even trainers out there that were kind enough to share and give battle tactics. It was true, though. Leer did cancel out the effects of Growl, and now the two were in the same position as they were before. ”Oh…” His voice trailed off, not sure if he should be glad that he was being helped, or if he should be offended for having his mistakes being pointed out. His shoulders had slouched, almost in defeat, but he was still pretty tense and excited from having his first Trainer battle. ”Well, here’s some advice for you. Never use Physical attacks on Tick-Tock. Get’em while he’s so close! Go!” Garett cried out at the sight of Watson practically pouncing on top of the battle eager Hoothoot. His concentration was focused solely on letting out powerful, hypnotic psychic waves that could reach anyone within reach. The sleep waves were invisible to the naked eye, but one could feel them once they passed through your body. That didn’t always guarantee a sleep condition, however. The Bite attack had reached the Hoothoot; clamping those rough, razor-sharp teeth against his side had made him howl out in pain. It was a painful attack, nearly sending him down to his knees, but the Hypnosis continued. Once the pain of the Bite became so unbearable, that his body started shaking all over, the attack had stopped. But was it enough?
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Post by luigi on Mar 22, 2009 23:32:50 GMT -5
Garett's expression seemed to be one of surprise at Hershlin's advice, and when he spoke out, his voice trailed off in an almost saddened way, and his shoulders slumped in such a sorrowful-looking way that Marcus said, "Geez....are all newbie trainers cry-babies like this one?!" Hershlin didn't hear this, and said to Garett, "I am sorry...it seems as if I offended you. For that, I apologise, young man...I just thought that such advice may be helpful to you and your friend Tick-Tock there, and I honestly didn't believe it would seem bad in any matter...if such advice makes you that sorrowful, I shall refrain from stating it in future..." Marcus shook his head dissaprovingly at these words, saying, "Oh, COME ON, Hershy! You'd be at an advantage if the little twerp was too sad to battle, why are you trying to CHEER him up, for Ho-oh's sakes?!" Hershlin DID hear this particular comment, and said calmly, "When one participates in a battle of wits with an opponent - if they have true honour in their hearts, they will not take advantage of things such as that." Marcus didn't understand this comment, and so shook his head in a mixture of dissapointment and confusion at his trainer, whom was focused more on the match to notice the Ralts's head-shaking. Garett then spoke again, saying that he had some advice for Hershlin now - never to use Phsyical attacks on Tick-Tock. After stating this, he motioned to his pok'emon to 'get' Watson while he was so close~but as Marcus watched, it didn't seem as if anything was happening at all - but the Hoothoot seemed to be concentrating hard on something. Even when Watson managed to connect his Bite and sink his teeth well into the side of the feathered pok'emon's body - it still held the concentration, despite howling in pain. The pain must have been unbearble for the dual normal-flying type, as it's face eventually stopped having that 'concentrated' look after a while. However, Marcus noticed Hershlin had folded his arms with a smile, saying, "Ah~well played. It seems that it is rather inconveinant on my part that I know full well Watson only knows those phsyical attacks- and to take the intitative on your opponent's moves in such a way is good stratagey." Marcus blinked- just WHAT was the grandpa on about now? But just then, he looked at Watson closer and understood- the Larvitar was now fast asleep.
That sneaky marshmellow puff must have used a Hypnosis to take advantage of Watson's close proximity - though the psychic-type had to snigger a little at seeing that the Larvitar was still hanging off Tick-Tock's side in his sleep, having not had time to let go before drifting off into slumber. Hershlin looked at Tick-Tock, murmering with a raise of an eyebrow, "That looks...slightly awkward." He shrugged after stating this, before saying, "I know not if Watson shall be able to hear me in his dreams, but I shall try- he is my compainon, and I owe it to him to at least TRY and help him in this situation, despite not having any of those Full Heals.." Hershlin then turned to Watson and said, "Watson? Watson! Can you hear me...? If you can- try to attack somehow. I doubt you should be able to wake up the first turn after Hypnosis was used, but we can at least attempt to defend yourself somehow or another.." Hershlin's assumption was correct- Watson didn't have a hope of waking up only one turn after Tick-Tock had used Hypnosis, his eyes closed in very deep sleep - however, he unconciously attempted to clench his teeth all the tighter onto the Hoothoot's body while he was still latched on, having a dream that he'd seen a giant boston bun right in front of him - and the Larvitar loved boston buns, so therefore he attempted to 'eat' the bun - not knowing that the bun in his dreams was actually the Hoot-hoot he was in the middle of a battle with right now. Although the Larvitar was currently hanging off Tick-Tock, the sleep-Bite could easily fail if the brid simply shook Watson off before he could bite into the feathered body any further...but wether Hershlin might have a bit of good luck to go with his bad this turn was unknown. He looked rather amused at the fact a pok'emon COULD actually sub-conciously attack while sleeping...he'd really have to study that sometime.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 23, 2009 6:32:38 GMT -5
Garett could only smile modestly at Hershlin as he attempted to take back what he said as if his words were copper pennies. Garett was still quite immature, being right around that dreadful time of his life when his voice would get deeper, and he would grow. It made the emotions inside of him often explode inside of him, making everything he saw an opponent do as some type of attack against him. Even if his head knew that his actions were the wrong thing to do, he might still do them.
But back to the battle. He found plenty of reason to be pleased once the Larvitar was quietly sleeping away at Tick-Tock's side. Then his eyes shot open forcefully, the blinds fully removed from his eyes, letting him see things he hadn't noticed before. Tick was under some type of attack! Watson was asleep! Never before had this happened to them.
Tick-Tock attempted to suffocate his cries of pain by covering his beak with his tree wing, but it didn't lessen the damage. With a fierce determination to shake him off, he tried tackling the sleeping creature as he bit his side. Maybe this could make him lose his grip. [/center]
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Post by luigi on Mar 25, 2009 2:43:31 GMT -5
Hershlin noticed Garett seemed to be smiling a little after his honest apology - which the gentleman was quite happy to see, himself. Just because Garett was an opponent didn't mean he had any right at all to go upsetting him ~ though the gentleman did wonder that, if this boy reacted this badly to words meant to encourage and help him - how he reacted when his parents or those close to him tried to give him advice in such a manner...he was certainly a curious young lad, that was for certain. Hershlin wondered if he could get the trainer's contact details after this, so that he might be able to meet up with him again- such a determined person battle-wise would most certainly be a 'rival' that you could count on to push you further as a person. However, his thoughts went back to the match as he saw that - despite currently in the throes of deep sleep, Watson managed to successfully Bite harder into the feathered pok'emon's side: the Hoothootcovering it's beak slightly with it's free wing as it shrieked in a eagle-like manner of pain. His trainer looked horrified, not giving any commands this turn- it was clear that he was unsure of what to do. However, the Hoothoot reacted fast, tackling the sleeping Larvitar hard- though it didn't do much damage obviously, due to Watson's dual rock and ground-type qualities, it did suceeed in flinging the green lizardy pok'emon off and some distance away. Hershlin blinked a moment, before trying again to call to his compainon, "Watson? I say...Watson?" However, the calls did nothing, the Larvitar continuing to snore in a crumpled heap where he had landed - and Hershlin was smart enough to see that any command he gave now would be unsuccessful, point-blank. The last turn's Bite had only worked because of instinct and the fact Watson was clinging onto Hoohoot at the time ~ however, Hershlin didn't think watson would be moving from that spot which he'd landed any time soon this particular turn, so kept his mouth shut-command wise.
However, he did say thoughtfully to himself, "Pok'emon that are asleep still have a slight chance of being able to defend themselves - like, take the moves Sleep Talk and Snore as exmaples...really, the only status problem that prevents any movement at ALL is if a pok'emon is frozen..so Watson might be lucky enough to be able to actually attack next turn.."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 26, 2009 14:59:29 GMT -5
"Watson? I say...Watson?"
Garett snickered at the tone of the opposing trainer’s voice. This guy just had to be British. Part British, all British, it simply showed in the way this guy talked. Ahhh, not meaning to be racist or anything, it was just an interesting fact to remember. It wasn’t everyday when a person talked like that. Usually it just wasn’t “cool” or “manly”. He watched as Tick-Tock managed to hold his own against the sleeping Larvitar, though his giant, feathery forehead was starting to turn a slight shade of red. Well, he did just ram himself into a rock after all.
”Okay Tick-Tock, get ready in case he springs into action. Keep using a Tackle attack as you see fit. But when he wakes up, use a Growl to protect yourself.” These instructions were quite long, but Garett felt that they were necessary. Tick gave an affirmative nod, though he silently had goose bumps appear all over his body at the idea of walking into that lead monster. He doubted that he would wake up anytime soon, so instead worked on Tackling Watson as often as possible before he woke up.
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Post by luigi on Mar 28, 2009 5:38:29 GMT -5
Hershlin tapped his foot as he waited for Garett to make his move - and he heard very well the snickering that the young man made, but chose to remain silent about the matter. However, Marcus the Ralts did not remain silent, and asked at the top of his mental voice to Hershlin, "Why's that guy laughin'...?" The psychic-type then paused, before suddenly clicking and sniggering a little himself, before saying, "Hahaha~I get it. He noticed you talk funny like I have, I bet." Hershlin raised an eyebrow at this, but his expression remained calm and composed, and he said directly to Garett, with a amused smile playing on his face as he did so, "Well, if the way I speak is amusing, I suppose that's good, in a way - laughter is sometiems the best thing to help others feel at ease, Iv'e heard." The gentleman then chuckled slightly before turning back to the battle at hand- thought Watson was still snoozing away, it seemed that all those Tackles on tick-Tock's part weren't doing him any favours - since Watson was a dual Rock and Ground type, hitting into him was probably akin to deliberatly smacking yourself into a brick wall..but of course, no pok'emon could last forever, no matter how tough their defenses were. The sooner Watson woke up, the better it was for the Larvitar's sake..Garett then gave his next commands to Tick-Tock, telling him to be ready in case the Larvitar sprang into action, and to keep using Tackle over and over - but when the lizard woke up, to use Growl to protect himself.
Hershlin raised an eyebrow at this- noting that the Hoothoot had a little reluctance seemingly playing in his expression for the faintest moment before he flung himself at Watson, smacking his body into the lizard successfully. This time, the move dole out a Critical Hit, and did a lot more damage than usual. The bird then drew back before lunging at Watson again - but he wasn't lucky enough to get two Critical Hits in a row, and it didn't do much- however, as the bird collided with Watson this second time, the Larviatr suddenly thrashed around in his sleep in a make-shift 'sleep-tackle' instinctivly, having a dream that his Boston bun was being taken- he didn't want that to happen! He must protect it! Hershlin watched on - though it was unlikely the Larvitar's thrashing would hit, it seemed that if the dual-type took another of those Critical Hits next turn: the force would probably wake him up early. But the chances of another Critcal Hit happening were slim to none. Marcus shook his head- he didn't think Herhslin would win this...but when he turned to the gentleman... Hershlin looked calm. Did he know something that he, a Psychic-type, did not? Yes, he did...Herhslin knew all those Tackles, although they whittled down Watson's health- and had taken a good chunk of it this turn due to the Critical Hit - they also hurt Tick-Tock as well, even if Watson couldn't attack properly himself. Now, how long would it be until Garett figured this out, too?
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Post by sunny on Mar 29, 2009 18:48:19 GMT -5
Garret flushed slightly at the trainer's words, he certaintly had not been laughing at him! Well, not openly he thought. As Hershlin spoke, his unjudgemental words, the young boy still felt moritfied and eahc word felt like another inch he was shrinking into the ground. Why must he embarrash himself so much?
Garret stammered for a bit, not expecting to be confronted on the issue and decided to try and make-up for his rudeness. "Not amusing, persay, but quite entertaining. I find British accents to be very proper and distigished. I was not expecting it to be on a pokemon trainer and it took me a while to pinpoint it." he finally said, quickly turning to the battle. He had talked enough.
The Hoothoot was getting tired of whamming into the brick wall constantly, and the few blows he had delievered was starting to give him a throbbing headache. Panting with the effect of the recoil he wasn't expecting the Larvitar to suddenly thrash around in his sleep and his thick, but stubby tail was just long enough to whack him fiercely on the head. It was enough to send him reeling and with a groan, he lay there.
He didn't feel like battling any more. He felt sick.
"Tick? Get up! You can do this." Garret shouted, turning red at his pokemons easy defeat. The Hoothoot shook his head no determinedly and returned himself to his ball. Garret let out a sigh of exasperation, but nodded, he had lost, he needed to accept that. "Well, good battle mate." he said, turning to Hershlin and extending his hand.
HootHoot gave up! Watson gains a level!
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Post by luigi on Mar 30, 2009 18:37:13 GMT -5
Though Hershlin couldn't possibly have made the point clearer of the fact that he didn't take offense to Garret's laughter, it seemed the younger man looked like he would much rather crawl into a deep dark hole and hide rather than face the gentleman, his face seeming to turn as red as the setting sun as he stammered that the way Hershlin spoke was not amusing to him -but rather entertaining. He then said that he found British accents to be quite proper and distigished- at which point Marcus the Ralts let out a loud laugh, before muttering to himself, "What a weirdo...man, if he was anymore of a suck-up, he might as well be part Bellsprout or something." Hershlin smiled good-nauturedly, saying gently, " Do I look like I was offended in any manner, young sir?" Well - if one looked at the gentleman, one would see that he seemed rather cheerful concerning the whole matter...after a few moments silence, he then followed up what he'd said before by stating, "You needn't apologise so - besides, I think if you cannot laugh at yourself every now again - you might end up beccoming a little too serious of a person. Nobody's perfect - I know that. Therefore - why should such a small thing bother me, or you for that matter?" This almost philosoliphical statement made, Hershlin then waited to see what affect his words might have- only to see that Garret didn't appear to be planning on talking again for a while. He hummed to himself thoughtfully att his, but said nothing, drawing his attentions back to the match at hand as well. Marcus was grinning udner that over-sized 'helmet' of his at this point, smirking and saying, "Heh- Watson may have taken a heck'a lot of damage from last turn, but I reckon he's got this in the bag..." Hershlin raised an eyebrow at the Ralts's venacular, but on looking at Tick-Tock and then Watson and noting how damaged the two looked, it seemed that the feathered avian seemed worse for wear than his Larvitar was at the current time - panting slightly due to the recoil of the constant barrages of Tackles. In his tired state, the bird didn't notice the wild thrashing of the slumbering lizard until it was far too late, the green pok'emon's tail smacking the avian quite soundly on the top of his head and sending him reeling.
Hershlin looked over at the bird with concern- even though this was his opponent, that didn't mean he had to be heartless - but thankfully for the bird's sake, he still seemed to be hanging in there - only just, though. Garret called for his pok'emon to get up - but such a request was unreasonable - the bird seemingly could barely move, let alone continue the fight. The kind-hearted gentleman considered pulling Watson out of the fight - for he couldn't let the bird continue to hurt itself: but much to his surprise, before his hand could go anywhere near Watson's pok'eball, the flying-type chose to recall himself , at which Garret let out a small sigh of dissapointment, but nodded in acceptance at the same time. This battle was over. Marcus grinned, saying, "Ha- you won without even having really to DO many attacks on your side, Gramps. Niiice." Hershlin shook his head at the Ralts, saying, "Marcus, please try to at least be SOMEWHAT polite..." After this, he turned to the still-slumbering Watson, saying, "You did well, my friend...grand battle." This said, he then turned to Garret, saying, "And you and Tick-Tock did very well too. You should be very proud of you and your pok'emon's efforts - and if you ever need some advice in your travels, do not hesitate to call me." Hershlin then took his black notebook from one of his spare coat pockets, which had ablack ballpoint pen attached to it, and wrote his pok'enav contact number on it before holding the piece of paper in his left hand for Garret to take if he so wished. Garret seemed to have enjoyed the match as well, saying it was a good one and held out his hand, which Hershlin shook with his right hand, so the paper in his left hand wouldn't get crumbled. Suddenly, as the gentleman shook Garett's hand- a loud cry came from overhead, the gentleman looking up quzzically to see that fammilar Pelipper from before flying down to him, and handing something with a note Hershlin didn't expect at all - a POK'EMON EGG - before flying off.
Hershlin blinked at the note - it was from someone called 'Sunny'. Why had he never heard of that person before...? It said that this egg was a gift, and to treat the pok'emon inside with love and care when it hatched...and that was it. Very sparse on details. The gentleman was very confused by this point, but carefully put the egg into his bag so it would be warm, along with the note, before turning his attention back to Garret, hoping he'd take the note he'd writted as Watson STILL continued to sleep on.
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Post by sunny on Mar 31, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
Garret offered up an awkward smile, as he felt the warm grasp of Hershlin's hand. "Thanks man." he said, looking at the offered piece of paper with slightly concern. If he accepted this... would he be weak? Looking into Hershlin's kind face, he grinned. Naw, not with this guy. He was truely sincere and simply wanted to help.
"I might do that. You seem to be quite knowledgable. Perhaps next time we meet we can have another friendly battle?" he requested, tucking the slip of paper into his PokeNav. He would enter it later tonight. "Well, I'll be off to the Center then. Later." he bid adeiu, strolling off into the distance only looking back once quizzically as the egg was plopped into Hershlin's arms.
That guy was a piece of work.
::diglett::
A small head popped out of the loose soil beady black eyes staring at the trainer curiously before disappearing once again. It happened so quickly, it was doubtful Hershlin even spotted the exchange. It was a brisk day, but the blinding sun warmed the air up considerably, but the humidity making most hairstyles fall and frizz, but most people were too busy training to care. Or those that did care simply wore a hat.
Within moments the Diglett popped his head up once again, this time right in front of Hershlin. The brown mole Pokémon had most likely caused the trainer to trip, much to their surprise. It glanced at the trainer, before surfacing in another spot and speaking.
<Battle? Feel up for one?> it questioned, able to tell this man was a trainer.
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Post by luigi on Apr 4, 2009 23:38:05 GMT -5
Garret seemed to grin in an awkward fashion as Hershlin shook his hand in that polite manner, seeming to only mumble his thanks- perhaps due to this embarssement. However, if Hershlin noticed the younger trainer's abashed nature at the moment, he gave no indacation, he smiling in a kindly fashion and saying, "No-no...you needn't thank me, really. I believe that as a trainer- you should show courtesy to your opponents in battle, no matter who they are. I quite enjoyed our little match..." Marcus laughed at this, saying rudely, "Even though it was probably the EASIEST battle you'll ever have, you enjoyed it?! Geez, you're weird, grandpa..." Hershlin chose to ignore the comments of the psychic-type: when he was in one of those moods, it seeemd the best thing to do so as to halt such nasty little quips and not egg him on more. Instead, his attention was focused on Garett, whom took the piece of paper from his right hand and looked it over with a concerned expression for several minutes or so, before smiling at the gentleman, saying that he might do that, as the older man did seem quite knowledgeable- and perhaps next time they met, they could see just how much stronger the other had become. Hershlin smiled back at the young lad, saying, "I'd quite look forward to that...." Ah - meeting such nice folks like these- it only further reminded him of why he'd come on a journey in the first place. To try and make friends, and share his knowledge with others, perhaps aiding them greatly in doing so...helping others was always a nice thing. The younger male then bid Hershlin farewell, walking off into the distance - though he did turn back and stare a moment at the sudden apperance of the egg, he didn't stop long, soon dissapearing over the horizon. Hershlin waved farewell to the boy until he was out of sight, before sayig to himself, "What a nice fellow...I am certain that he and Tick-Tock will both be a lot stronger the next time we meet~ for he seems a very determined fellow when it comes to training." He nodded to himself, before turning to the still slumbering Watson and prodding the Larvitar gently with a hand, saying, "Watson? Can you hear me now...?" But the Larvitar still continued to snore- and the Whismur that the gentleman had been talking to seemed to have wandered off at some point during the battle. Such a shame, really..it was nice to talk to the normal-type. However, if it wanted to go off and do it's own thing, Herhslin had no objections to that - he wan't going to force the bunny-rabbit like thing to stay there and talk to them the whole time. It was wild, after all. Marcus folded his arms as Hershlin continued to try and wake up Watson, saying, "I don't think you're gonna be wakin' HIM up any time soon, gramps..." The two's attention was so focused on the sleeping Larvitar and trying to get him to wake up that neither one noticed the sudden apperance of the brown head popping up from the ground and regarding the gentleman curiously before burrowing back down again. However, when the brown head popped up right in front of Hershlin, between him and his sleeping pok'emon, the gentleman's eyes went wide in surprise- however, Marcus had amroe violent reaction, leaping a foot in the air with a shout of shock before landing again, taking several deep breaths to calm himself down from the shock..
Hershlin regarded the small creature with a curious glance- it was a very miniture pok'emon indeed, and judging from the fact it seemed to be such a good burrower, it was most likely another Ground-type pok'emon, like the slumbering Watson..though he couldn't yet recall what this creature was. He was CERTAIN he'd seen it before, though...however, he didn't get to look at the small pok'emon long before it burrowed again, the gentleman staring at the spot it used to be quzzically. But as soon as it had vanished, it re-appeared again, Marcus shouting in alarm yet again as it did so...but as it spoke, the Ralts rather shakily translated that it was looking for a battle. Hershlin looked to his slumbering starter- and then to Marcus, whom was about a level ten and would probably not give much of a chance to the little creature at all - before saying polietly, "Hmmm...I'll see if I can wake Watson up, if that is what you wish of me..." Hershlin then resumed trying to wake Watson up - but to no avail. Despite his best efforts, the Larvitar still slept. Herhslin sighed. Marcus then said, "Does that mean I get to beat a pok'emon, finally?!" The gentleman said, "Hmmm....I do not wish to fight a pok'emon if it would be unfair to the wild pok'emon itself...and you are a very high level, Marcus." Turning to the small creature, he then asked it, "If you don't mind me asking...just what level are you?"
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Post by sunny on Apr 5, 2009 15:24:31 GMT -5
The Diglett let out a throaty chuckle at the startled reactions his appearence had had on the duo. The brown mole, glanced the Ralts up and down. He seemed to have a rough outlook on life, but seemed rather timid on the inside. However he was probably hiding it so he didn't seem weak.
The Diglett announced his presence with extreme authority, it seemed this pokemon thought very highly of himself. <I. Am. Lord Diglett IIV from Ktisntvylska.> The pokemon then performed a stiff bow, restricted by the soil.
The Diglett glanced at the snoozing Larvitar, and snorted. <No thanks kind sir. He doesn't seem like challenge.> he glanced at the Ralts again. <What about him?>he questioned, gesturing towards the pokemon.
<I'm a level nine. But, even if I am weaker, I'll still be able to beat that Ralts. May the battle commense?>
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