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Post by luigi on Apr 7, 2009 3:21:41 GMT -5
At hearing the Diglett's chuckles, Marcus lost his easily-combustuible temper, shouting at the pokémon mentally, "That's not FUNNY! Sneaking up and poppin' out at people randomly like that like some sorta spy...it wouldn't surprise me if YOU worked for the 'Masked Maruderer', you jerk..." Hershlin suddenly intterupted his compainon, saying, "Marcus...it's not polite to blow up on people like that, let alone a fellow pokémon. You might accidently say something you might end up regretting later on with such a hasty nature." The Ralts clenched his fists, positevly fuming still and glaring underneath his 'cap' at the ground-type: but staying silent. At least he wasn't so angry that he'd ignore Hershlin's words of 'wisdom' altogether, because that probably would have gotten him into some REAL trouble. The gentleman sighed at the Ralts and shook his head to himself, before turning back to the small pokémon and saying in a poilte, exceedingly apologetic manner, "Please excuse Marcus...he is a little brash at times; but he is a very loyal friend once you get to know him.." The Ralts suddenly said out loud, "But I don't WANT to know that big jerk! Besides, you're WAY off, GRANDPA." The psychic-type folded his arms, scowling to himself - but this stubborn reaction was mainly because Hershlin was RIGHT, and the Ralts didn't want the Diglett knowing that...he'd put on this brash and bold demanour for so long because he was so sick of watcvhing the innocent quiet ones suffer in silence, and covered up his own timidity in a way of trying to give THEM courage... but of course, he didn't plan on letting ANYONE know this. They'd probably see it as a weakness, like everyone else had.
And he was NOT weak, no way! Hershlin, however, wisely chose to let Marcus vent off his anger by himself, and so mainly focused on the Diglett, whom seemed to straighten itself in a rather lordly-looking manner before introducing himself as 'Lord' Diglett the 7th - well, Hershlin really didn't know his Roman Numerals well enough, so he wasn't sure wether it was a seven or not - and saying it had come from Ktisntvylska before bowing. Hershlin smiled and took his top-hat in his right hand, before making a small bow himself, saying, "Well, it is nice to meet you, good sir." Hershlin had heard of 'lords' before from his old...horrible excuses for parents, but he'd never met one personally. Joan, his friend, had told him about them too- apparently, most of them were stuffy and self-important folks that had huge egos and prides, Joan had said. But of course, Hershlin knew that judging a book by it's cover was never a nice or proper thing to do: you had to try and treat everyone with respect, and get the time to get to know them. Who knows- maybe this 'lord' was different from the 'lords' Hershlin had heard of from his friend Joan? As the gentleman turned his attention back to the pok'emon, the short creature looked at watson, snorting before saying in the seemingly most polite fashion he could that he didn't wish to battle Watson, as he didn't seem like much of a challange. He then glanced to Marcus, asking if he could battle him, before divulging the fact he was a level nine- and then making a rather bold predicition that even if he was weaker- he'd still be able to beat Marcus, before asking if the battle could please start now. Hershlin turned to the Ralts - and saw that the Psychic-type was alreayd walking onto the field, saying, "Psh....what a stuck-up big talker YOU are! I'm SO gonna enjoy kicking your butt in this match...because i'm gonna make this match as hard as I can for you, 'Lord' high-and-mighty!" Hershlin sighed - Marcus didn't seem to like this Diglett all that much, it seemed...this may present a few problems...
Suddenly, a sudden violent shaking from his bag diverted his attentions completly, the gentleman turning to his bag quzzically to see what was making it shake so - and Marcus knew that 'grandpa' was a little TOO busy to probably give commands right now. Therefore, he decided to attack on his own - opening up by suddenly swerving from side to side at dizzying speeds - so fast that he would make clones of himself if the move was successful, in fact. A Double Team. After this, he would then use Confusion - but not in the way most psychic-types might use it. Instead of concentrating and then firing a blast of weak psychic-charged energy at the foe, he would focus the majority of his psychic energy to his right fist - and once it seemed to positevly glowing with energy, he would suddenly dart forward and throw a punch with his right fist at the Diglett, fist still aglow. You see- he was the kind of pok'emon that perferred phsyical fighting to namby-pampy 'spiritual' stuff: so he liked to let his fists and feet do the talking in most of his attacks, and that obviously included his Confusion. Maybe the different approach to using the Confusion would catch the ground-type off guard? Meanwhile, Hershlin had opened his bag to see with surprise that the egg he'd gotten from that 'Sunny' was glowing - it was ALREADY hatching?! Goodness, that was suprisingly fast...and sudden! He wasn't sure what to do, to be honest...but he'd try to aid int he hatching any way possible.
Darkness...that's all there was around her. Where was the sun? She could feel the sun's rays- but not see it. She could hear voices- they sounded so fammilar, too- but she couldn't see them. She wanted to see them- but she seemed to still be cramped in this...dark circular thing. She wanted out: but how was she to get out? She couldn't see a way...maybe she should try hitting against this circular thing? THUMP! THUMP! She slammed against it- but it was surpisingly hard, and as she slumped back, it didn't seem like she'd done anything at all... But wait- she could see a little pinprick of light! Her ramming HAD done something, after all! Encouraged by this, she continued to slam against the hard object- and her eyes grew wide as she saw pieces of the circular fortress around her fall away, revealing more sunlight. Ah~that was nice! The sun - it felt so good. Oh...she could see funny tall brown things with green little things on the ends! What were those? She had to know...she had to get out of here! But...she already felt so tired out. She wanted to go on, but she felt a little brusied from her constant rammings into the wall. Wait...she could see a pair of strange objects...they were pulling more pieces of the wall off! Yay! That was so nice...but just what were those things? They seemed rather pale-and had five sausage-like apppendages on each of them. How strange...ooh, and they needed ironing, too! They had a lotta creases, that was for sure.
Hershlin noticed, as the egg glowed, that the pokémon inside seeemd to have a bit of trouble breaking off it's eggshell for some reasons- understandable, since most pokémon were very low-levelled when they hatched and couldn't expand much energy. He'd read books about baby pokémon, and those books had always said that you shouldn't help the pokémon hatch...but he felt like he HAD to do something. He couldn't just stand here and not help: and so, carefully began pulling at the eggshell with his hands, breaking it apart. He was careful because he didn't wish to startle the pokémon inside. A bit here, a bit there...hey! Was that...a head, there..? Yay! The hole in the wall was really big now - although she felt tired, she bet she could fit through. That was so wonderful~. Huh? What...what was that? She could see...someone looking in through the hole in the wall at her. Gosh, this was sure a funny-looking thing - it seemd to be the owner of the two weird objects. Was it another pokémon? It...it seemed to have a rather gentlemanly air about it, so it must be a guy. Oh..his face! It was so crinkled and creased, just like those objects he had! Poor guy...but...he had such a kind expression on that face of his...she felt like she could instantly trust him, though she didn't know what he was...oh! Maybe...maybe this was her dad?! Yeah..it HAD to be! Why else would he help her break that wall?
Hershlin suddenly blinked in surprise as a white and red-shaded object fluttered almost majestically out of the hole in the egg, which continued to glow until it faded to nothing...the pokémon let out a happy-sounding cry, taking in with wid eyed everything around it, before floating next to him suddenly and...cuddling him? What an affectionate little thing...and yet, as it hugged him, it seemed so...refined and elegant, almost. Taking a closer look at the pokémon as he did his best to return the hug, he saw it was a Castform - currently in it's Sunny form due to the strong sunlight, he guessed. Talking to the creature, he said, "H-hello there, littl-little one...." He was kind of at a loss for words - he'd just seen a pokémon hatch with his own eyes. He never thought he'd be so lucky as to ever see such a wonderful thing in his life...the normally calm and poised gentleman shivered just a little, eyes tearing up the smallest of fractions before he managed to re-compose himself...the little pokémon blinked, wondering to herself, "Why is Papa so...unhappy? Did I do something bad? But...he has such a nice smile on his face...so maybe he's both happy and sad?" As the Castform wondered about this, Hershlin saw the adorable questioning look on her face, and chuckled a little, saying, "A-Aren't you just a little Pearl? Yes...c-come to think of i-it....that's a p-perfect nickname for you. Pearly..." The Castform blinked, before smiling in a refined-looking manner. Pearly sounded so nice~! She liked it. She liked her papa too....she just wished she knew what his NAME was...
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 7, 2009 13:06:29 GMT -5
The Diglett glanced around at each of the Ralts clones that decorated the field like shifty statues. He had been caught off guard at the illusion, but his noble pride kept him intact. There were several of them scattered around the field, but only one of them had come at him with a Physical dealing attack. He hadn’t been sure if this was the real one or not, but he didn’t want to take his chances on it. He unknowingly held his breath, making himself look a little chubbier around the edges. With a brief tremble, he allowed the punch to strike him in the gut. It was actually a rather weak attack. Since the Ralts was using the Confusion as a physical move, instead of a special move, and Psychic types were not known for their arm power.
<Oopfh. You thought that was bad?> The Diglett groaned a little, wishing to coil up into a ball in order to endure the pain. Instead, he had to take it like a man. A noble man, at that. With a dark, ghostly gleam in his eyes, he took advantage of Marcus’s closeness to him. With a sudden, loud, ghostly screech, he attempted to ram into the Ralts with his Astonish attack.
Oh. And the Whismur ran away. We almost forgot about that sucker, didn’t we?
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Post by luigi on Apr 9, 2009 10:03:01 GMT -5
Hershlin drew his attention away from the delightful little lady currently sitting in his arms - well: it SEEMED like she was sitting~ he couldn't really tell, since Castform were so cloud-like and they constantly looked like they were floating~just in time to see Marcus punch the Diglett in the stomach with a vivid glowing fist - and the gentleman swore he'd seen a satisfied little smirk on the Ralts's features as the punch had connected...and indeed, his eyes were not lying in this case, for Marcus HATED this ground-type. Absoulately despised him with every fibre of his being. Now, one might think such dislike was a bit overboard- but Marcus had seen so many of his fellow pokémon in his past be opressed by 'stuck-up' creatures such as this one and not been able to do anything about it- it had made him feel weak and insufficent. What kind of warrior to the village was he if he wasn't even strong enough to take small-time villans such as those? Therefore - feeling his punch connect had been MOST satisfying. Oh yes....this stuck-up little snob was going to pay for the sakes of ALL the people he'd thought of as 'lesser weaklings' or'worthless': no matter HOW much damage he had to take in the matter. Hershlin noticed that there were several other Marcus's on the field - he must have used a Double Team as well, which posed the question - was the Ralts whom had used the punch even the REAL Marcus? Even an estemmed puzzle-solver such as himself couldn't tell them apart. However - one thing was for certain - the Diglett hadn't seemed to have taken all that much damage from the Confusion attack at all- seeming to straighten up quite easily before it's eyes glowed an odd gleam, the ground-type suddenly charging forth at the Ralts with a loud cry - and the atack hit the Ralts head-on, the Psychic-type tumbling some distance backwards from the super-effective hit. There was no doubt that had been the real Marcus, there. The young Castform blinked at the scene with wide eyes - what was going on? Why were those two pokémon fighting each-other like that...? And was the odd white-shaded one in the green hat okay? Hershlin noticed Pearly's gaze, and said by way of explanation, "That's a pokémon battle. Don't worry...they're not fighting to do any ever-lasting damage, dear. They are simple battling in a 'est of wits' as it were. The objective of a pokémon battle is to do your best to best the opponent, upon which completing so you gain experience and become stronger." Pearly looked back to the field, blinking. Oh...that made sense. Her papa sure was smart~! But - she was still kinda worried about the white pokémon...thankfully, Marcus got back up after the attack - inwardly wincing- but determined not to show weakness to the stuck-up little jerk of a Diglett, smirking and saying, "Is...is that all ya got? It's gonna take a lot more than a cheap trick like that to take ME down!" Hershlin sighed at Marcus- he certainly wasn't one to back down easily, that was for sure. It was at this point that Hershlin's other compainon - Watson the Larvitar - finally woke up from his slumber, rubbing his eyes sleepily before blinking in surprise at seeing the scene in front of him. The dsual-type paused, before asking Marcus, "Oh dear...what DID you do THIS time...?" Marcus said, "I didn't do nothin'...THIS stuck-up snob is the one that issued the challenge...which he's SO going to lose...towards ME." The Larvitar raised an eyebrow at this, but when he turned to Hershlin, the gentleman's nod confirmed that what the Ralts had said WAS true, as unbelieveable as it may seem. Watson also noticed the young pokémon in his master's arms, and gave a polite bow to the young miss, saying, "How do you do, young madam? If you didn't know already...the nickname Hershlin calls me is Watson, and that...rather stubborn fellow battling is Marcus. It is indeed, a great pleasure to make your aquaintince."
Pearly giggled - that pokémon had almost the exact same way of talking as her papa did. It was kind of adorable, actually...and from this, she'd also learnt her papa's name! But...it was so hard to say...she'd just call him 'Hershy', if he didn't mind. That was a lot easier to say! Hershlin smiled at the young one, before drawing his attention back to Marcus and saying in his usual calm tone, "Though your change in attack style is interesting indeed- most Psychic-types are not well-known for physical stregth. You are far better off using that move in the normal fashion psychics use it, I believe. Now- use your Double Team again, and see if you can try to confuse that other ground-type as to which one is the REAL you, before firing off a Confusion while he is so distracted...but, you needn't follow my advice if you do not wish to. I simply wish to try and help, even if you may think you do not need it.." The Ralts huffed, turning away from Hershlin - but he was going to follow the man's commands this time. Much as he HATED using Confusion in the 'wussy' 'spritual' way: he was willing to try almost anything if it meant taking this jerk down. THAT'S how much he wanted to win. As the Ralts prepared to attempt zooming around in circles around Diglett to try and confuse it- and attempt to create even MORE clones - Pearly suddenly spoke to the Diglett - she knew she didn't have to, but she felt it would be only polite to - she saying, "I'm really sowwy about you gettin' hurt...but that's what you're supposseda to do in a bat-tlie, right mister?" Hmmm...it seemed Pearly liked to try and be polite and nice to everyone, even if they were battling against her papa's friends. That might cause problems when she herself was ready for battles much later on...
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 9, 2009 16:25:29 GMT -5
The Diglett’s eyes spun around in circles trying to watch all of Marcus’s clones scatter across the field. He couldn’t even keep track of them all, withering in his place in an attempt to decipher an almost impossible code. There were simply too many around him, and to make matters worse, an odd ripple in the air had appeared before him. This Confusion attack had started being true to its very name, inflicting him with a Confused status.
<Why I outgha…Whipper snipper fatter.> He ducked under ground, his words audible as a faint echo from his hole. Where was going to appear next? He just felt this intense urge to dig and hide, but it didn’t help his confusion status. He smashed his head right into a thick rock underground, with eyes swirling, he attempted to ram into it again. <Demon be banished!> He cried, before inflicting even more damage upon himself.
<You might be too strong for me. The villagers can save themselves!> He emerged back onto the surface, swerving around the field like a car missing several tires. In this odd pattern of movement, the Diglett knowingly started to pass through the Ralt’s clones. It could’ve been a tackle attack, but if one looked at the pieces of dirt getting kicked up into the air with his movements, it would’ve Scratched any Pokemon that got hit.
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Post by luigi on Apr 10, 2009 4:14:14 GMT -5
Marcus grinned as he spun around like a mad top, enjoying watching the snobby little pokémon's eyes turn cartwheels in it's head from trying to watch him, before halting unexpectedly and concentrating hard in order to focus the psychic energy inside him for the mental Confusion, which seemed to have hit the ground-type quite well indeed, the snarky little creature seeming to visibly crumple under the influence of the psychic waves, speaking a bunch of words that made almost no sense in an angry fashion - but they sounded so ridculous that it would be very hard to take them seriously. It seemed that the ground-type had been confused from the attack, which gave Marcus an even wider grin. Oh, this was just TOO awesome- with his mind in such a messed-up state, the Ralts highly doubted that the mole would even be able to THINK straight, let alone attack properly~however, Hershlin still kept a keen eye on the ground-type. Things were rarely that easy in battles, from his experience...as the gentleman watched on, the Diglett dug underground - hiding his form from view - though he obviously hit a few snags in doing so, Watson wincing to himself as he heard distinct slamming sounds from under the ground- if Confusion meant losing your mind in such a fashion, it was certainly an effect HE would never want to happen to himself, that was for sure. Pearly's eyes went wide at the odd actions of the unfammilar pokémon, she turning to her 'father' and asking him - "Wh-why's he hurtin' himself like that...?" However- though Hershlin could sometimes understand expressions of his compainon: because Marcus was too busy to translate, he didn't comprehend a word the little one asked him - though he did look to the Castform as it squeaked at him, saying in a kindly tone, "Dearier- is something the matter? Are you hungry?" The Castform blinked confusedly- her papa was a pokémon, too, right? So....why couldn't he understand a word she said to him unless her expressions were really clear? It didn't make any sense to the little one - however, the normal-type's attention as shifted back to the match as the brown pokémon with the red nose popped back out from the ground, babbling on about more stuff that didn't make any sense to the group, before suddenly veering around the area in weird directions - clouds of dirt being kicked up from it's movements as it went. Apparently- it was STILL trying to attack, even though it was confused...Hershlin thought it was quite noble of the wild, almost. Of course, Marcus scoffed at the whole thing- was that stuck-up little creep so desperate to not lose his precious DIGNITY that he'd do such a stupid thing as this? The chances of him actually HITTING the real him were low...
But just then, the Ralts had a nasty thought. Hey-! Though the Diglett's Scratch hadn't hit the real him, as he'd thought- it had hit a good deal of his clones and wiped them out, making them fade into non-existance. Crap! That little SNEAK...he'd worked hard to create those clones darn it! The psychic-type fumed, clenching his fists angrily, and Hershlin spoke out, saying, "Marcus- do not get too worked up about such a simple little thing. You can always create more clones if you need to- but first, strike forward with that punching Confusion of yours. If you hit, retreat back before using Double Team so that the ground-type has less a chance of finding the real you, alright?" Hershlin still looked as focused as ever- though the Diglett had attacked mere clones this turn, he had gotten dangerously close to the real Marcus while attacking - and the less damage Marcus took, the better off he would be - for Hershlin knew that the ground-type was probably much stronger than Marcus attack-wise, and could easily faint the psychic-type with only a few moves if he had the chance - therefore, the 'best offense was a good defense' here, as the saying went.
Number of Marcus clones on the field: 4 - if Double Team is sucessful this turn, this number will be doubled.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 10, 2009 11:02:32 GMT -5
[[Erm. I’d feel weird about controlling your own Double Team attack. o.o’Not quite sure if you want me to say anything specific in my post about it or not…]]
The Diglett’s confusion effects still lingered in his head, but most of the crazy ramblings had started to wear away like rocks being eroded into the earth. It was a slow process, but after such a quick rush, things were moving effectively. The Diglett felt odd sensations after ramming straight into Marcus’s clones, it was as if he had ran right through some type of smoke, coughing a bit as he completely demolished another clone. His eyes were dazed, distant, and unfocused. He could barely see straight, and despite the fact that the Ralts had so many clones scattered across the field, he was actually seeing double.
Two humans. Two castforms. Two Larvitars. And a million of those pesky Ralts! It practically frightened him out of his hole, nearly jumping into the air before hiding back into his hole, only his head sticking out. Like a crazed man, shifted his eyes about nervously. He saw a clone come at him with a Confusion punch type attack, but he couldn’t tell which was which. He ended up getting attacked, the punch actually pushed him back into his hole, since his body was completely surrounded by earth, there was really nowhere else to go.
<I…I…> He tried speaking, but he couldn’t think straight long enough to say it. Instead, he started spinning around, faster and faster, creating a 360* Sand Attack in an attempt to protect himself.
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Post by luigi on Apr 10, 2009 22:46:27 GMT -5
((Luigi's out of character note: I like to give the mods the chance to control such moves as that anyway - so things are evened out more- but it's up to you, mate. *shrug*))
As Marcus lunged towards the Diglett with his right fist outstretched and glowing a vivid purple with the energy of the Confusion: Hershlin noticed that the ground-type seemed a little too...distracted, to say the least, to try dodging the attack at all. That Confusion attack had messed up that wild's oreintation obviously a lot more than he'd first thought, and the kind-hearted gentleman was beggining to think of forfeitting the match, because he really didn't like to watch this lordly-seeming creature continue to simply hurt himself and lose his mind in such an awful-looking way: but the ground-type had been the one to issue the challange, and he'd done so very determinedly, as if he didn't wish the match to end in any other way than one pokémon fainting and one not ~ so giving up like that might just hurt the creature's pride more, not to mention upset Marcus. What to do, what to do...? Hershlin folded his arms thoughtfully, unsure of how to react to the whole thing- obviosuly, he couldn't ASK the Diglett wether or not he still wished to continue the fight right now, as the pokémon still didn't seem in any right mind to even comprehend what he said, let alone understand it - if the Confusion faded, Hershlin made a mental note to ask the mole this. However, as he drew his attention back to the battle at hand, it was almost as if the ground-type had answered the question of wether he wanted to still fight or not very clearly: after being pushed back into his hole by Marcus's punch- he popped back out and span around wildly, causing sand to whirl everywhere. The dust had no effect on the clones, simply passing right through them- and since Sand-Attack wasn't a offensive moves, the clones didn't dissapear, but rather remained there, standing like silent soilders. It did certainly affect Marcus though, the Ralts wincing and taking a few steps back as the dust got into his eyes- even WITH the cap on his head- and lowere dhis accuracy. Hershlin spoke out very softly, so soft that Marcus almost didn't hear it - he wondering why 'Grandpa' had gone so sullen all of a sudden...he said, "Marcus...I feel the kindest thing at seeing the poor pokémon in such a state is try to end this as quickly as possible...I do not wish to continue watching him suffer so. Therefore- use Confusion first - and use the 'mental' one, not the punching one- it spreads further, so even though you have lost some accuracy, it has a higher chance of hitting than the 'phsyical' Confusion does. Then, use a Growl afterwards - you have a fair amount of clones on the field now, and I feel it would be rather unfair to make any more, considering the circumstances.." Marcus groaned. Why was 'gramps' showing PITY to such a jerk? He didn't get it at all - but still, he was going to listen to the old 'geezer', just because his stratagies seemed to work so well...Pearly seemed just as shocked as her father did, and buried her face in his white coat, not wanting to watch this anymore - and it was then and there that Hershlin made a solem promise to himself- as soon as Marcus could learn a move other than Confusion as a damaging move, he'd get rid of that Confusion move. It just seemed to give the opponent far too much trouble...trouble they didn't deserve, he felt.
Marcus clones currently on the field: 6
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 11, 2009 11:24:14 GMT -5
After his whirling Sand Attack had settled down, the Diglett's mind had started to function properly again. He remembered everything, with a startled, horrified expression upon his face. He had disgraced himself these past couple of turns! Trembling in fright from the future consequences of his actions, his eyes darted around the field nervously. Who had seen him in such a state? Oh, mother would've been deeply displeased. If she were still alive, that is.
<I shall not be made a fool of!> He shouted with his eyes tightly closed, charging in a blind madness towards the first Ralts that caught his eyes. A low growl was emitted from the back of his thought, a growing, wild and savage pride that wanted to burst from within.
Before he could even strike at the Ralts, a mystic blue energy had started to wrap itself around him. With his eyes open, he could see the source of the attack coming from various Ralts around the field. But he could sense the attack had come from only a specific direction. The one right in front of him, where it was at it's strongest. With a sharp cry, the attack had binded him together, spinning him around into a daze that only a Confusion attack could do. At the end of the attack, he had swirls in his eyes. Knocked out.
Marcus gains a level
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Post by luigi on Apr 13, 2009 5:11:46 GMT -5
Hershlin didn't particularly wish to watch this match continue - for the moleish creature had suffered a great deal, and he as a person felt it would be cruel to deliberatly draw out the battle anymore: but his serious expression did grow a little bit less stern at seeing that the dazed look on the other Ground-type's face seemed to have faded completely away at this point - at least the lordly creature was in control of his own mind again, at the very least. But he knew all that had happened while he was in that confused state, judging from the horrified look on his face and the fact he was practically shaking now, all composure lost - losing your own mind must be a truly frightening thing, indeed. Even Marcus, who disliked the mole immensly, paused a moment at the ground-type's veneer now, and stated aloud, "Yeeeah...I think i'll be stickin' to the Phsyical version of this move now, if ya don't mind..." Despite the serious-ness of the whole situation, Hershlin could not help feeling that something good had happened in all this to balance the bad~Marcus had apparently learned that being as snarky to fellow pokémon as he had been doing didn't aid him in his efforts to protect at all - if anything, it made him seem like a bad guy because his actions were so hasty and not thought out with the affects they would have on others. However, even though the Ralts had finally realized this, Lady Fate was apparently determined to make him see the consequences of such actions, the Diglett shouting that he would not be made a fool out of ~ charging towards the psychic-type in blind fury, growling as it did so...though the total flip of personality did startle the Ralts, he still stuck to what he'd been told to do, and focused so as to summon forth the psychic energies needed for the move once more.
The Ralts's quick responses were apparently very helpful in this case, a mystic blue energy wrapping itself around the mole before it could even attempt to strike at Marcus, the force of the move causing the ground-type to let out a shrieking cry, before falling limp, swirls in it's eyes - the match was over. Hershlin said to Marcus, "I am glad...that you learnt something from this battle, Marcus. But- I am confused about what to do now....usually, when I faint a pokémon in a match of wits, I would pick it up and attempt to hide it someplace so that it isn't attacked- in order to show at least some respect to it- but it doesn't look like I can do that here...hmmm..." As the kindly gentleman pondered over this, he was intterupted from his reverie by something unexpected- a Pelipper swooping from overhead and dropping a parcel right on top of Watson's head. Fortunately, since the Larvitar was a Rock and Ground type, it didn't do much - but it certainly shocked him, the green lizard shaking the parcel off him with wide eyes, raising an eyebrow before muttering, "Honestly....is THIS what people get when they pay for pokémon delivery these days?" Hershlin looked his compainon over worriedly, but no damage had apparently been done, much to his relief. He oponed the package slowly- only for the lid to pop off half-way through and a giant red boxing glove popping out from the lid and almost smacking Hershlin right in the face...but fortunately for him, he ducked in time, the glove simply knocking his favourite hat off instead of giving him a black eye or something. As the gentleman went to retreive his hat, Marcus moved towards the box, saying, "Okay....what the heck was that about, man? Huh...there's some items in this box, along with the 'prank...and a note. It reads ' Happy Belated April's Fools'." The Ralts blinked, before saying, "Geez...someone obviously went to a lot of trouble to set this up...and send it to us, gramps. Why?"
Hershlin said, as he placed his top-hat back on his head, "I have no idea...but the items in it should be quite useful. Luxury Balls are such wonderful things to make new friends with - and there are some useful hold items in there, too..." Watson plucked out an apple core from the box, and said, "I rather like this funny looking fruit...I think it's a Leftovers. I shall take this as a held item, I believe..." The Larvitar then had an idea, asking Hershlin as Marcus picked a Quick Claw for himself from the box, "Does the box have any revives? If so -you could show your respect to the Diglett by recovering it!" Hershlin smiled, saying, "That's a very good idea, Watson. Hmmm..." His smile faded slowly as he checked the box in it's entierty and saw there were no revives in there. Pearly piped up, saying, "Cheer up, papa! Even if you can't revive this nice pokehmon - maybe you could find it a nice home?? I know you already has Watson as a Ground-type: but since the first gym lewder is a Electwic-type user, I bet you'll find someone who'd be happy to have such a nice guy on their team, riight?" Hershlin smiled - the lovely little lady had a point. This in mind, the gentleman pulled a Pokéball from his white coat pocket, before gently tossing it at the mole - he didn't itend on keeping it, mainly because he felt the ground-type probably wouldn't LIKE being on the same team as Marcus - the only reason he was doing this was because he wanted to do what Pearly had suggested: 'find a good home for it'.
~ IMPORTANT NOTE! ~ *Due to the events that happened in this battle, Marcus's personaility has slightly changed.* Personality: Oh boy. Marcus blows ANY thought that one may have had that all Ralts are timid little things right out the window- he is loud, brash, and forward to everyone he first meets. Because he is so brash, and says and does things before thinking about them, he often comes off as rude or obnoxious- However, an icident with a wild Diglett he battled has taught him to be at least a little more polite when it comes to others, though he is still very sarcastic sometimes.... He thinks he's a 'defender of justice' for some weird reason, also.... it is probably due to this that he doesn't hesitate- he just does things, even if it does land him in trouble. But- sometimes his haste is good, for because he THINKS he is a defender of justice, he's often the first to arrive at the scene if there is trouble- and he'll do anything in his power to help folks in need out. He's also determined- he doesn't give up until he's truly helped a person in need, after which he will make a dodgy-sounding 'heroic' remark and ATTEMPTING to fly away. Another note is- that because he's so masculine, he HATES being thought of as a girl. Call him a girl or girly at your own peril, folks...
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 13, 2009 11:56:27 GMT -5
The Pokeball had successfully landed on the weakened Diglett’s rounded head, thumping down on him as if he was a character in a Whack-A-Mole game. The Pokeball was weakly bounced back into the air, triggering a secret mechanism inside of the capsule. The trigger had opened it, and a mix of science and magic had begun to work inside of it, turning the Diglett into pure energy and sucking him into the Pokeball. Snapping shut as the entire energy was sucked in, it begun to shake as it landed on the ground. Once…Twice…PING!
Diglett was captured.
::DIGLETT:: Species: Diglett Gender: Male Level: 10 (It went up from the battle) Attacks: Scratch, Sand Attack, Growl, Astonish
Enter Niguél
[[Mods, this is my Pokemon Character. Though you cannot control him, you can, however, make Wild Pokemon appear and control that specific Wild Pokemon. :3 Any Mod caught Modding as Niguél will temporarily lose their Modding power. ]]
The Shiny Antimony’s maroon coloring had made him rather difficult to spot around these parts. His blue padded feet carefully walked their way through endless bushes, streams, and mud. His whole body did seem rather dirty, but wasn’t every other Wild Pokemon around here equally as dirty as he? Well, one couldn’t blame him. He was about to head out to one of the nearby ponds for his daily grooming session. His large ears twitched at the sounds of voices overhead, a group of Pidgeys talking about some Whismur that had ran off in a panicked fright. He was half listening to the local gossip as he trotted right past it.
<Hens…That’s all they are.> He shook his head sadly at the constant squawking of those blasted birds. Though he adored women of many species, he never did like birds all that much. It was possibly related to his hatred for the Opiume species, one that he felt his heart race faster at the mere thought of them.
<Ah…Now what’s this?> His head lowered itself to the ground in a more stealthy status, his body had instantly met with the ground. The Antimony looked as though he was a tiger stalking his prey, though the reason was quite different. ’A human…Looks as though he had just caught someone. I hope it wasn’t anybody I knew.’ He thought, with a hint of sadness in the tone of his thoughts. His mind wandered to the presence of the other Pokemon around him, two species that were both unfamiliar to him. They weren’t Pokemon that had lived around these parts. He hadn’t even known the species of them.
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Post by luigi on Apr 16, 2009 6:05:21 GMT -5
Hershlin's throw - as gentle as it had been, mainly due to the fact that the gentleman didn't wish to harm that ground-type any more than it had already been - was accurate enough to make the pokéball land right on top of the creature's almost rounded head, the candy-cane coloured mechanism snapping in half at hitting the pokémon and releasing a red sort of beam at it that turned the creature into pure energy, before drawing this energy back into the confines of the orb and snapping shut. Even though the ground-type had fainted, it was even now - still putting up a fight, as was evidenced by the ball's constant violent shaking - which carried on for at least two minutes or so before the encapturing item halted, and made a soft dinging noise to signify a successful capture. The gentleman retrieved the now occupied orb, at which Pearly did a somersault in the air, saying happily, "Yay~! Now that you've caught him - I bet the pokéh-ball would'a healed him, right? So~maybe we could talk to the nice pokéhmon an' seeh if he likehs my idea of helpin' him?" Heshlin blinked as the Castform squealed in the language he couldn't comprehend a word of - but luckily, this time - Marcus wasn't busy with other thing, and so translated the young one's words for the human- though he had a little difficulty doing so, as the tone of the young Castform was understandably babyish...Hershlin's eyes widened in surprise, he saying to himself, "...Pearls is so young, and yet- she speaks the pokémon language so eloquently and in such a refined manner. It is true that pokémon can adapt and 'evolve' better than humans ever could - and yet, some horrid folk think that we are the superior ones, that they should not have to treat such wonderful creatures that deserve respect~ as equals - but the truth is, that pokémon should earn as much respect as a human friend of yours might do...." Watson overheard the gentleman's quiet words, and said musingly to the trainer- "Waxing philosopical again, are you? Hohoho~ I wouldn't be surprised at all if you had been a very esteemed pokémon studier in your field before you decided to go on this journey, you know." Marcus translated this, only for Hershlin to wave the praise slightly away in a modest fashion, saying with a chuckle, "Ah - the other scientists didn't like me all that much. I studied far too many things ' that didn't exist' in their opinon: you know, things like the supernatural? But - if pokémon that are said to be aliens from another planet - Clefairy's evolution line - can exist, why not pokémon that have ties to the world of spirits, sould and what-not? It seems perfectly logical to me: but they all dismissed any ideas I had on the matetr as nothing more than 'childish fantasy'. Quite amusing, really - seeing as mostly children go forth to start pokémon journies, do they not?" Hershlin seemed to hold no grudge or dislike for having his ideas dismissed - but that didn't mean he'd given up on them, much like any other curious thing that was waved in front of his face - he couldn't resist investigating it and looking into it, even if it wound out getting him into trouble.
If he had have spotted the strange cat-like pokémon that had stalked steathily onto the scene, his reaction would have been much the same- he didn't know the new species of pokémon in this reigon too well, having never seen or learned of them before - despite living here for quite a while - he would have probably acted like a little kid seeing something new for the first time, and most likely embarrising the heck out of himself, so maybe it was a good thing he didn't see the Antimony...but, drawing away from philospical statements for now, Hershlin said to Pearls in an explanitory manner, "Much as I would like to talk to the fellow gentleman and ask him what he would like to do - no pokéball automatically heals the pokémon you catch expeting the Heal Ball- and that was a normal everyday pokéball. Therefore- I would have to get a Revive in order to heal the ground-type so that we can ask him such a question." Pearly seemed a little dssapointed ~ she would have liked to talk to the pokémon. He seemed so nice and gentlemanly: which was kind of romantic, in a way. Did the nice pokémon have someone special out there, perhaps? The female Castform giggled and blushed at the idea - maybe the mole had even been thinking of his 'special someone' while he was battling~ooooh....that was such a lovely idea...! Marcus raised an eyebrow under his cap at the Castform's giggles, and backed away a little from the lass, muttering that , "Lil' kids are WEIRD sometimes, man..." under his breath as he did so. Hershlin closed his eyes thoughtfully, before saying with a calm tone, "Ah..I had an idea. Even though I do not have a revive...another trainer passing by may. I am sure that if I ask a passing-by person politely and offer something of equal value to trade for the Revive, that they should be happy to do so - but of course, everyone is different....but the only way this idea will work is if we stay in this spot and wait. Since a lot of beggining trainers pass through this area, if we excersise paitence - we are sure to see a result." This said, the gentleman smiled slightly, before sitting down near the path. Marcus groaned - being the hasty type he was, he didn't WANT to stay waiting here for a trainer that might not even COME - but it didn't seem like 'grandpa' had any intentions of moving from this spot until he had helped that Diglett, now. Jeez....for an old guy, he seemed stubborn. The psychic-type wouldn't be surprised if he'd been born under the Chinese pokémon sign of the Tauros, really...
Pearly floated over her 'fathers' head in a cheerful manner, not minding waiting if it meant helping the 'nice' pokémon out, and Watson looked around at the bushes....for some weird reason, he felt as though...they were being watched...but when he looked, he saw nothing. The dual-type shrugged- it was probably his imagination - before turning his attentions back to Hershlin, he watching the human with the sense he'd learned more about him as they waited...
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 16, 2009 15:57:14 GMT -5
From such a distance away from the group, Niguél didn’t have a chance of hearing the slightest word exchanged between the group of Pokémon. With arched eyebrows however, he noted with amusement at the baby Pokémon within the human’s arms. He hadn’t even noticed that one until he heard her higher pitched squeaky voice. For a guy that was so accustomed to peace and silence, hearing the sound of children speaking was a new thing. He wasn’t even sure if he liked children or not. Apparently all parents had mixed feelings about raising their own offspring out in these parts, some turning out to be quite the brats, while others were simply adorable.
’What’s going on? Why are they just standing there? It’s as if they had been brainwashed.’ He mused from afar. His long, broom like tail had swished from side to side playfully in the decaying dead leaves from the past year. Several lump berries had fallen from the nearby bushes, too ripe for the bushes to even hold onto. Pecha berries. Their bright pink coloring looked as if Mother Nature had taken out a tray of pastel colors, and painted the prettiest colors she found onto this very berry.
A Wild Wurmple had crept on by in the long grass near Hershlin, making them shuffle about in a sudden announcement to its presence. The Antimony’s ears perked up at the sound of the bug type shuffling about, his giant eye narrowing down to get a better view of the scene. Perhaps the trainer was going to have a battle against it? That was the thing that typical trainers did, was it not? He had to get a better view. Slinking through the shadows of the trees, he found himself hiding behind a massive tree trunk. Getting up higher would be difficult without claws, but this specific tree had smaller branches growing closer to the base. Using those as a ladder, he managed to creep up into a higher branch. His chocolate brown fur masked him from the sunlight, creating a camouflage that required a lot of observation in order to notice.
::wurmple::
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Post by luigi on Apr 17, 2009 4:28:50 GMT -5
Hershlin was sitting down near the path quite peaceably, simply enjoying the surroundings about him as he waited for another trainer to present themselves - though Marcus was obviously not as paitent, groaning with a deep tone so sombre one might have thought he was being submitted to intense, slow pain or something- of course, in the impaitent Ralts's eyes, he WAS being 'tortued' - tortured by having to friggin' WAIT in a boring place like this for so long! The Psychic-type moved over to the nearest tree by the gentleman, and started to slam his over-sized head against it - in some childish hope that the pain would dull his mind away from this boring waiting somehow. But - all it did in honesty, was give him a rather nasty headache, so he stopped after a while, slumping against the tree's trunk and groaning again. Watson sighed and shook his head at such...childish behaviour. Honestly - PEARLS was more mature than marcus, and THAT was saying something, especially considering the fact the Castform had only been born a few minutes ago. Hershlin raised an eyebrow at his compainon's obvious distaste, saying, "Marcus - sometimes, the best things in life...are the things you wait for. Paitence is a virtue..." The Ralts suddenly cut into the trainer's sentance, saying bluntly, "A virtue I do NOT have, gramps! I wanna help that pokémon you caught as much as you...but come ON! Do we really just have to sit here?!" Hershlin said reasonably that, "The further we go - the less the chance we have of actually FINDING a fellow trainer- logically, if you were a person just starting out in this reigon - you would take a fairly long time to get through the area if you wanted to train up your compainons well for the first gym, am I right?" Marcus groaned-'gramps' had a point. Darn...! Pearly giggled at the psychic-type, saying, "Aw~mister Marclius, don't be so glum! I'm sure waitin' here won't be that bad!" The Ralts looked to Pearly oddly at being called 'Marclius': but decided not to bother correcting her.
With women, that was ALWAYS a bad idea...it usually ended up in a guy getting slapped around the face, and MAN - Chicks could slap very hard when they wanted to, which was an experience he'd rather NOT expreience again. Suddenly, the shuffling of objects on the floor of the route perked Marcus up, he turning towards the source of the noise eagerly - but deflated again at seeing the source of the noise was only a Wurmple and not a trainer as he had hoped - so they could just GET OUT OF HERE, already. Pearly waved to the pokémon cheerfully - however, Hershlin had frozen stock-still, a nervous expression on his face. watson could sense his trainer's nerves, and turned to the gentleman, asking him, "You're shivering worse than a Snorunt...whatever is the matter?" Marcus translated this - mainly because he had nothing better to do - at which Hershlin said, "A-ah....I feel r-rather uneasy around bug-types, ev-even if they mean m-me no harm...I have su-such ca bad case of Archnaphobia, yo-you see...that it i-is understandable that bugs m-make me nervous...a spi-spider is a bug too, i-is it no-not...?" The gentleman shuddered heavily, saying with a pale face, "I-i'd much rather run fr-from a bug-type than involve my-myself with on-one in any way...b-but...I want to help that good fe-fellow gentleman I caught...s-so, I shall st-stay where I am...and pray to the legendaries that it doesn't no-notice me and keeps on it-it's merry way." Such was Hershlin's nervous-ness around the bug-type that he didn't notice the Antimony climb up into a tree close to him and his compainons to get a better view of them and what they were doing...and even if Hershlin ahd noticed, he was QUITE focused on THIS pokémon right now, thank you very much.
Pearly blinked, asking, "Papa...what is Archnaphobia? And...why do you have it?" Again, Marcus translated - at whcih Hershlin said, "Arch-Archnaphobia is a fear of sp-spiders. I su-suppose fearing a thi-thing much sm-sm-smaller than myself seems rather silly....but I c-cannot help it. I w-was...as a young child - I w-was almost eaten...b-by an Ariados. Such an ex-experience happening to m-me at such a yo-young age...it tramutized me. E-even now~ sometimes af-after a bad day, I have n-nightmares about it. And that is m-most likely where my fear came fr-from...and why I most lik-likely will not be get-getting rid of it t-too easily." Pearly hugged Hershlin at this, saying, "Papa...I don't think you're silly for bein' scared of spiders. Or for being nervous aroundeh buggys..." Hershlin looked to Pearl for a moment at this, once he was provided with a translation, before hugging her back, saying, "Th-thank you...though I do s-still feel nervous, with such support...I feel a little stronger. I sh-shall simply close my eyes and think of som-something else until that bu-bug goes on it's way..." This said, the pale-faced Hershlin anaged to re-compose some of his former calmness, closing his eyes slowly and pretending that the horribly creepy worm was not there~ so nervous around it, he didn't want to battle it at all, even though he could have gotten Watson or Pearl much needed experience in doing so. Speaking of Watson, the Larvitar was watching the Wurmple closely- he had nothing against the bug as long as it didn't try to harm the already nerve-frazzled Hershlin, but if it did try to harm the gentleman? Well, he wouldn't stand for it - he'd battle the bug, even though he didn't like fighting fellow pokémon all that much.
Marcus didn't see what all the fuss was about - Wurmple were pretty tame creatures, by bug-type standards. Now, if there was a vicous Scyther passing through, he could see why 'gramps' would be nervous. But...nervous around a little WURMPLE?! COME ON! But- though he didn't get what it was all about, he was willing to watch out for 'gramps' ~ he gave good stratagies, after all.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 20, 2009 17:39:17 GMT -5
It had a blank stare at the group around it, only looking them over once to see if they could be considered a threat until sneaking away, the branches of the bushes gently scraped against its sides, making a rustling sound as it left. The Wurmple had inched back into the dwelling from whence it came, sensing the lack of food and other resources that it might need in the future.
<Heh. Now that’s funny. > The Antimony snickered from the tops of the branches, clearly amused with the human’s obvious fear. At first, he had been confused to see Hershlin shaking faster than a leaf on a windy day, but he had caught a couple of lines from the conversation, and picked up on what had happened. A fear of Wurmples; or on a larger note, a fear of bugs. It was rather uncommon, and it seemed like the most irrational of fears. The Antimony pondered the situation for the moment, allowing his darker, mischievous side to creep in. Chances were, he was not going to get caught by this pesky human. Another good chance he could bet on was that there were plenty of harmless bug types around here to give him a good scare.
’Perhaps I should have a little fun with this 'boy'. I need a good laugh.’ He chuckled at the idea, feeling as giddy as a child might have felt. With no parent or adult figures around to stop his bad ways, he eyes the nearest “harmless” bug type around here. His eye met with a Kakuna, sleeping away on the branch above him. ’Perfect. That thing doesn’t even have any legs. He should be safe, and it’ll be awesome.’ He could hardly contain himself, as he stood up on the branch, reaching above him with his tail extended. With a quick Barrage attack against its hard shell, the Kakuna was propelled towards the group with a startled and furious cry.
Wild Kakuna Appears/Attacks!
::kakuna:: ::female::
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Post by luigi on Apr 21, 2009 21:43:38 GMT -5
Hershlin kept his eyes closed- not noticing due to this that the bug-type had no interest in attacking or hurting them whatsoever: rather, it's reaction to the group was to blankly stare at them for a moment, earning an equally blank stare from the bored Marcus - but other than that, the psychic-type didn't do much reaction-wise to note the worm, whom soon left the area just as soon as it had appeared~ as if it had all just been a particularly bad dream of some kind, nothing more than an illusion perhaps 'testing' the poor gentleman's fears and forcing him to try and deal with them: but Hershlin didn't exactly WANT to go having bugs shoved right into his face, thank you very much...yes, he knew full well that his fear was horribly irrational and childish - but it was also one that was most likely to get worse if he deliberatly went near bug-types in an attempt to rid himself of this fear. As the small spikey worm exited the area, Pearly spoke to her father - currently sitting in a rather defensive posture: almost as if he expected this small bug to try and eat him like that horrid Ariados did so long ago - saying, "The buggy is gone now...you don't haveta worry!" The gentleman opened first one eye slowly to take a cautious look around - before relaxing and taking a sigh of relief at seeing that the little furry worm that made him feel so horridly nervous was gone now - and that waiting here would be a lot more peaceful now that the pokémon that was making him so nervous had gone off. He was also quite thankful that he did not have to consider FIGHTING a pokémon that made him so nervous, either - he probably would not have been able to give any good commands with his fear making him such a state: but then again...he did trust his pokémon, and he was sure that if the bug had been a violent one, they would have tried to reason with it. But still - he was glad that he didn't have to cope with such horrid feeling of fear anymore.
Of course, what the gentleman didn't know was that the Antimony that nobody had figured out was spying on the group had seen the whole thing- heard what he said about his fear and decided to do something extremly mischevious and probably inaprropriate thing to such a kindly soul: make him scared yet again as he was sitting there minding his own buisness so he could try and help a pokémon that he'd caught by waiting for a trainer who was willing to trade their revive to him. Did the dark-type have no shame? It seemed not, as the pokémon it chose to fling towards Hershlin with a Barrage attack was a Kakuna - an hard-shelled creature that looked suspicously like an alien coccoon: a pokémon that could not move of it's own free will - so of course, if one of Hershlin's pokémon retaliated, the poor bug-type that had done nothing wrong would not be able to move and get away in any way...the sudden cry jolted Hershlin right out of his now calm demanour, he shrinking back with wide eyes and a pale face at this pokémon that seemed to be leaping out to attack him - there was no escape...! Flashes of the past when he was caught in that horrid Ariados's web and unable to get away replayed in his mind for just a short moment - but just then, the smarter part of Hershlin's mind - the part that stayed calm in bad situations- then spoke out to him - Kakuna couldn't POSSIBLY leap out like THAT to a person - they weren't that mobile in their shells. So...someone had deliberatly done this, he assumed...but who would want to make him so frightened? He didn't know. Of course, the smart side also stated that because a Kakuna couldn't move much on it's own- if he simply moved from his spot, the pokémon's 'attack' would not hit him. This in mind, the gentleman suddenly darted to the side - all too glad to have an excuse to get away from the bug-type. However: his dart to the side was not so much that he didn't leave his position by the side of the road. Pearls let out a shrill cry of fear- being just as scared as Hershlin had bad the sudden apperance of the bug- and flaoting hurriedly behind Marcus to hide from the bug, whom now lay on it's side on the ground due to missing Hershlin's head. Marcus stared outrightly at the whole thing, not having a clue what was going on - or what to do, for that matter. Watson moved over to the Kakuna and did a kind thing- though Hershlin was shaking worse than ever at the close call - and the fact the scary bug was so darned CLOSE to him - the Larvitar attempted to right the fellow pokémon so that it stood straight, asking it conceredly, "Are...are you quite alright? You look a little dazed..." He paused a moment, shaking his head at his bad choice of words, saying, "That was a bad choice of words on my part...of course you'd be dazed. A fellow wild pokémon just had the sheer audicity to attack you and make it look like you were intending to attack my human compainon, there...did you happen to catch the scoundrel's face, and where they were?" Oh-oh...if the Kakuna wanted revenge against the Antimony for it's actions, it now had a VERY good chance to do so, right here...the dark-type might be a high level, but the facts were that Hershlin's number of compainons outnumbered him greatly. Well - it just goes to show you that sometimes pranks can go too far - and the person who made said prank will always suffer consequences for their actions sooner or later...!
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 23, 2009 15:37:55 GMT -5
The Kakuna’s hard body bobbled from side to side uncontrollably as she landed on the ground, having missed Hershilin’s head had only been the faintest of reliefs. She was like a canoe on a river, shifting from side to side rapidly in order to get back into place in order to have complete balance. Unfortunately for her and her rounded body, she wasn’t able to do that with ease. She felt hard hands guide her upwards, and with that she mumbled a muffled “Thank you” from her lips in her own type of Poketalk. She had more of an accent than most Pokemon would, especially once she talked as loud as possible, then it was easy to notice. She bowed her head as much as her hard external structure would allow her too, before thinking over the Larvitar’s question.
<I wish I knew what happened myself. I’m still mighty startled from…whatever happened to me.> She sighed, leaning back as much as Watson would allow her, feeling a little weak and in need of rest after that sudden scare. It wouldn’t be long before she evolved into something more powerful, more threatening, and more beautiful than what she was at the moment. The shell’s “eyes” remained open as she closed her eyes, thinking back on the events a little further. She had seen the faintest blur of blue. It was a peculiar shade of blue that she had never seen before. She voiced her faint memory to the group, not certain that it would be of much service.
<I would teach that sucka a lesson…But…I don’t know why, but I’m so tired…> She managed to shake her head several times, hinting at a funny spell of dizziness that was taking over her. Meanwhile, the Antimony was silently cringing in the trees. They had seen right through that one hadn’t they? It was starting to sound like a good idea to get the heck out of here before they managed to track the funny sequence of events right back to him.
Coward. Niguél went up and left the scene.
[[However, this Roleplay wasn’t pointless. :3 I wouldn’t mind having him meet up with Hershlin later on.]]
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Post by luigi on Apr 24, 2009 6:14:11 GMT -5
(Luigi's out of character note: Well, I didn't expect such a high-levveled character to hang around for long, especially one that you owned and all, mate. ^^Watson felt appalled that someone would consider doing something so childish by using a pokémon like this- and the Larvitar felt his sense of outright appalination at the whole senario grow even higher at noting the poor Kakuna - previous to him helping it out - had almost been near falling over: apparently finding it terribly hard to regain balance due to the rounded exterior of it's shell. Pearly said, "I feel sorry for that pokéhmon...he or she was just minding his or her own buisness when wham! Someone really nasty decided to attack him or her, which could have endied up in him or her gettin' blamed instead of the nasty which pushed him or her...and all for a prank on you, papa Hershy! That's real awful." The gentleman was still shivering to himself in that nervous fashion, face as pale as ever - but he nodded, saying (though he did stammer ever so slightly due to how nervous he was and all), "Y-yes...although I do feel nervous around bug-types, I do not think an innocent d-deserves to be attacked in such a manner, to be qu-quite honest." Marcus said, "Yeah...but in a way, gramps- you're kinda to blame fer this, too! If you weren't so scared of bugs- maybe this never would'a happened, eh?" Hershlin sighed, saying, "Marcus...you should be a little less blunt with your words. I cannot help my fears - I have tried many times to get rid of them, but to n-no avail. I still feel nervous around bugs- and go into a state like a frightened child might do at seeing spiders. It is most likely a fear I sh-shall have for the rest of my life...and I feel terrible about it. For- I shall never be able to be a good trainer to any bug-type at all...I would be too scared of it. The poor pokémon might even feel unloved - and I wouldn't want that. Therefore...that's probably another reason why I chose not to battle them or affilate with them in any manner. I don't want anyone to be hurt..." The upfront and brash Ralts shut up at this, suddenly greatly regretting the words he had said at this - meanwhile, Watson was thanked by the Kakuna, at which he said, in his kind manner, " There is no need to thank me, really..." He then paused at hearing the bug didn't eniterly know what happened itself, being startled from what happened and all. The Larvitar hummed in his thoughtful manner, before saying, "I can understand that, madam...but if you could simply tell me what you remember, even that would be of great assistance."The Kakuna seemed to mull this statement over, before revealing that one thing stood out in her mind more than anything~a faint blur of blue colouring. However, this shade of blue was very unique - like nothing she had seen before. Watson said, "Aha~That is a great clue, indeed! If this particular shade of blue is that unique - than certainly, it would be quite easy to identify to one whom has heard your tale. You would probably be able to recognise it well if you saw it again, too..." However, as if commentating on this particular statement from watson, the Kakuna then said she would LIKE to teach that nasty a lesson - but - she didn't feel as if she was in any state to right now. She did seem like she had taken a bad deal of damage...Watson looked concerned, saying, "Oh dear...it's times like this I wish those starter packs gave out more Potions. If my trainer had one, he could administer it to you and perhaps aid your dizzy state...I am very concerned, madam. Once I find that nefarious trickster- mark my words, he or she shall have some GREAT explaining to do! I give you my word - right here, right now. I want to help you get through this injust act: so I promise that I shall do my best...with the rest of the group's permission- to locate that ne'er-do-well and show him or her the consequences of such brutish actions!" Marcus translated this to Hershlin, whom nodded shakily, before saying, "As n-nervous as I a-am...I c-cannot ignore one i-in need: even if the o-one in need is so-someone that makes me f-feel g-g-goosbumps all over."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 24, 2009 15:18:55 GMT -5
The Kakuna felt pleased with herself because she had contributed in some small way to this funny (not “haha funny”) mystery. Though she was tired, she nodded dully to Watson’s concern for her. She didn’t mind much at all. She was born and raised to be a Wild Pokemon; she was used to this rough life style. Being a little tired was like getting a paper cut, it wasn’t anything at all. She was starting to feel a little awkward with Herslin’s phobia that had her feeling rather alone at the moment, despite everyone else’s concern for her.
<That information might be true. But I was the only one that saw the color. I’m certainly sorry, though, for keeping your trainer scared for so long.> It was true, and with the way she spoke, you would’ve thought that she should’ve been a Combee instead. With the way both Watson and Hershlin spoke, she felt like they were treating her as a worldly Pokémon, or a lady, instead of some “bug”.
Her eyes glanced around the vived atmosphere, searching for something. Without much warning, she shot out a String Shot at a blank tree branch up above, and slowly pulled herself into the shadows of the leaves. She wasn’t going to be bothering them any time soon.
Kakuna left the scene. However, she remains close by. This time, a happy go-lucky Zigzagoon trotted upon the clearing; having the most difficult time managing the bundle of berries that he had found earlier. He resembled a meerkat, walking on his two hind legs while struggling to contain a random mix of berries, most of them being Oran Berries.
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