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Post by Cammie on Aug 22, 2009 10:06:18 GMT -5
It was the same move again and it seemed to Muko that it was the only move this yellow pokemon knew. He smirked taking the damage and letting in a deep breath of air, eyes moving to Mollie. She looked like she wanted to move on, mabey look for a rare pokemon or something and Muko wanted this fight to end fast so that Mollie didnt have to break out the high level machine.
<Why dont you teleport away to your little pals?> Cher shouted and Muko was rather shocked, that was what he was about to say.
Muko turned his attention back into the battle, as he used wing attack on the Abra.
::Murkrow::
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 22, 2009 17:40:09 GMT -5
<I am superior, why would I dare to think of escaping?> The Abra spoke telepathically to the Charmander, since he could not communicate with the Murkrow. <Tell him I said that.> He added as an afterthought, chuckling as he felt his body weaken with each damaging attack against his body. He wasn’t used to such physical action, and it was showing with every blow the Murkrow dealt him. The Abra laughed a little louder now, nearly hysterical from all of the damage that he was suffering from. He held his hands together in a brief prayer for luck, looking down at the soft grass beneath his feet.
It was coo, refreshing, and it was as if he got his energy from it. It was his natural energy that supplied his Hidden Power move, that started to build up around him as his final attack. The Psychic type was so intent on his victory, that he was unable to recognize the strain he was putting on his own body. The move built up around him in a flash of green, glowing orbs that flowed around him in complex patterns, making a shield from the Murkrow’s Wing Attack. The two moves appeared to be equal in power, his Hidden Power shield disappearing, and a collision with the shield would have no choice but to send the Murkrow backwards a little bit.
The Physical strain finally took its toll on the weak Psychic type, who simply collapsed onto his side, with his tail underneath his legs. His ears were folded flat against his head as he cuddled against his arms for warmth, trying to regain his much needed energy. It was hard to tell when the Abra always had his eyes closed, but he was knocked out.
::abra::
Muko gains a level.
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Post by Cammie on Aug 26, 2009 17:10:16 GMT -5
Muko smirked as the Abra fainted, yet its last attack was strong enough to send the raven colored bird tumbling in circles a few inches. Scowling at Chi who happily laughed at the side lines, oh yes she wasnted to rub this in his face because she cliamed the battle before him yet he took it. The bird took off into the air again.
Cher scowled also, <Nastynastynasty.> His eyes on Muko as he flew over head, wild pokemon where just nasty.
Mollie glanced at a free pokeball in her hand, pouting to herself. "No, wait until I find a rare, or shiny pokemon for this hunt." <Hunt?> Cher, and Chi glanced at each other. To them there trainer spoke in riddles, what was it that they needed to hunt for?
[ Poor Mollie, so picky on which pokemon she wants. ]
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Post by sunny on Aug 26, 2009 23:21:04 GMT -5
A weedle lurked on a branch slowly making her way over Mollie's body. The positioning of the trainer was perfect. Inching her way carefully across the branch, she made sure she was very precise in her movements so no rustling sounds would give her prime positioning away.
When the Weedle reached Mollie's head safely, she waited until the trainer had stilled before taking a deep breath and plunging onto the trainer's head. He welded his poison stinger in the air glaring at the pokemon surrounding him.
<HEY! Everyone listen up! Give me food! Or your trainer dies.> she growled.
Melodramatic much? Adding theatrical element she shoved her stinger close to her throat. <WELL? I don't have all day!> the Weedle added, trying to make her threat sound forceful and fierce.
A Wild weedle has appeared!
::weedle::
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Post by Cammie on Aug 27, 2009 13:18:03 GMT -5
There was a feeling of many legs on Mollie's head and she froze, she could tell it was a bug pokemon. Yet when it spoke to her pokemon, she wished she knew what it wanted.
<She only has meat on her, mabey a few fruits... but...> Chi didnt want to see her trainer die, they just started out and it was not a good time to try and attack it, seeing it might bring harm to Mollie.
Mollie slowly reached her arm up as she tried to pick the bug up so she could see what it was.
<Really, Chi, you think that pokemon will really kill our trainer?> Muko smirked as he landed on a branch, <I bet it cant even catch a fly and thats why its here to try and get here.> He smirked turning his attention on the Bug Pokemon. Yes, it might make a good snack, if only it didnt have that spike on its tail and head.... and possibly a strange flavor.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 27, 2009 15:34:05 GMT -5
As Mollie started to sneak her hand closer to the Weedle’s tail, the Weedle shuddered as if she expected that something bad was going to happen. The tiny hairs on her body stood up as she looked around in a suspicious craze, before her eyes locked on with the human’s hand. So she was going to be picked up, eh? Not in Mollie’s lifetime! She directed her poisonous tail stinger at the human hand before giving the girl a warning poke with it. It would’ve stung her at least a bit if it hit, but it made a good warning.
<She has a bag, right? You know what? This idea sucks if you’re just gonna play dumb. I’m going in her bag myself.> She seethed as she inched back down Mollie’s body, taking a shortcut as she managed to sneak her way under the girls shirt until her head popped up at the bottom. She dangled for a second, her sticky hands grabbing onto the cloth to keep her on as she maneuvered closer to the bag. Yes, this was what she wanted. She could smell the sweet aroma of the juicy fruit within the bag! But curses! There was some kind of a zipper, or rope wrapped around it! Her disappointment nearly crushed her fragile body.
But hey, this made her pretty darn vulnerable right now.
::Weedle::
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Post by Cammie on Aug 28, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
Mollie pulled her hand back and looked at it, at the feel of the bug's stinger. "Oh... my... Ow.." She frowned. Then came the strangest feeling she had ever felt, the bug... was climbing down her back. Mollie turned her head as far as she could to see the bug get on her backpack. Food! Thats what it wanted.
Muko smirked at the bug as it let itself become an easy target and he took off from his perch. <Your mine,>" He attempted to scoop the bug up in his feet, <Yet, I am kind enough not to make you dinner.>
If Muko was able to take hold of the little thing, he happily would of taken to the skys with it. He was going to drop the stupid bug, <Do you think you will splatter if I drop you?>
::Murkrow::
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 1, 2009 16:09:52 GMT -5
Oh my! What a situation this turned out to be! A Murkrow was snapping his hungry claws at a Weedle that was embeded in Mollie's shirt. Talk about an awkward situation, unless you were a furry, in that case you would probably enjoy the situation. But since, presumably, none of us are furries, this was still a pretty strange situation.
<I will never give in!> The Weedle hissed as she slyly attached a String Shot around Mollie's waist. She felt as if she was one of those tree huggers that chained themselves to trees in order to protect the forest. Except, she wanted to eat the forest. Which was a confusing metaphor. don't question me. I'm tired. Okay?
<Meep!> She squealed as Muko dug his claws into her body, starting to pull against her in what looked like a real live Pokemon kite. She was the string, and Muko was the kite itself that was flowing through the air. It was painful for her, yes, but she had a way to stop this pesky bird! She strained her tail stinger to aim directly at the bird's soft underbelly, shooting out Poisonous Needles at the Murkrow.
::weedle::
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