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Post by tabby on Sept 19, 2010 13:12:27 GMT -5
Saphira stopped by her house that evening, showing her mother and father her little bitty sentret. His macho attitude prompted her mother to nickname him Sarge. “Well, it fits,” she hummed, holding the pokemon, sure to have her husband hold the mouth away from her. The poor thing was being held utterly still like he was a prisoner. Not that Saphira was any sort of merciful person, but Sarge was hers. Little sentret over here was just doing his daily thing when a weavile snatched him up, and now humans were like… molesting him. The thin, fit woman ran her hands along the creatures muscles and bones in his back. Not only did Sarge not like it, but Saphira, for some reason found offense in it. “Okay, folks, enough of that,” she hissed, taking her sentret away from two.
Sarge looked up at her, mouth now free. <Why are you being nice to me kidnapper?> His teeth shown prominently out of his mouth while he gave a low hiss. “Nah-ah! Don't you start that with me” Saphira dropped him in her room. “I’m your momma now, so cut the shit or there will be consequences.” The sentret stopped hissing, keeping eyes on her. He was testing her. Her glare didn’t falter. <You won’t hurt me will you?> The eyes of the pokemon darted across her features fearfully.“I said I was your momma. I won’t strike you, Sarge.” Her delicate hands lifted it up like a mother would a child. The sweet nature she had for him shocked both of them. The whole reason she didn’t go to the professor was because she didn’t want to feel obligated to baby anything, but now she was mothering it…. Willingly. She carried it over to her bed, laying it down. <Momma,> Sarge began. <Please lay with me. I’ve never laid alone before.>Her eyes softed, and with a heavy sigh, she complied.
“Are you living or what?” Saphira’s mother’s loud voice echoed through the house, causing a reaction from both of them up. At first, Saphira just groaned, rolling over, her arms still around her sentret. Sarge stirred first, tugging on her shirt until she too was awake. <Your stupid parents are calling you,> he hissed, obviously annoyed that they interrupted their nap time. “I heard,” she whispered, pulling out her pokeball and asking. “Wanna stay in here until we are on our way?” A light hiss exited his throat. “I’ll take that as a no,” she thought to herself.
After eating dinner and packing, Saphira and Sarge headed out, with night falls fast approaching. Her eyes glittered. “Okay, so we need a plan for battle, kay, little man?” he looked up at her with a skeptical eye.“If need be, I need you to act feral.” <I AM feral, though!> He shrieked in protest, very much offended. Saphira laughed under her breath. “Whatever you say."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 19, 2010 17:18:49 GMT -5
<Hold it!> A sharp cry echoed into the sky and beyond as a tiny Wurmple crawled out of his hole. There had been a pretty bad commotion going on a while ago, and he was put on temporary guard duty to make sure no one passed this spot. If anyone dared pass him, then there was bound to be trouble. Standing protectively in front of the middle of the route, the Wurmple arched up his back like a cat to make himself appear more threatening to the Sentret and his human.
<You really can't pass here! You have no idea what you're in for.> He warned, shooting out a Poison Sting into the sky as a warning. The night sky was pretty intimidating, and he wondered why they were even out here in the first place this late in the day.
::wurmple::
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Post by tabby on Sept 19, 2010 18:25:10 GMT -5
Saphira momentarily wondered what all the hubbub was about this place. It wasn’t too bad, even at night. Sure, if you were afraid of the dark it was potentially problematic, but since they had slept a great deal of the day, both Sarge and Saphira were awake enough to navigate the path. Plus, if it got much darker, there was a flashlight in somewhere in her backpack, probably hiding under her clothes or something. Sarge still was trying to convince her that he was worthy of the title feral, but the girl simply couldn’t see it. “You begged me to lay down with you,” she reminded, looking down at him. <You said you were my momma, and that’s what momma’s do!> Saphira shook her head, ready for her rebuttal when she heard the voice come out.
Saphira looked up at first, thinking to see a flying pokemon, or at least something more intimidating. <Lower, momma, he isn‘t anything but a bug.> laughed Sarge in snark to the wurmple. She lowered her gaze, as directed, to the little creature, biting her bottom lip to prohibit any form of laughter. “Hey, little man,” she called out to the wurmple. “If we didn’t know the dangers we wouldn’t be out here. It’s cool. Now, why don’t you scurry on home. I ….well… we can handle ourselves.” Saphira looked down at her sentret in apology. This was her first twenty four hours with him. Not using that “I” word was going to take time. “Thanks for the warning though.”
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 19, 2010 21:10:09 GMT -5
The Wurmple looked irked when the human started looking in the sky at the sound of his voice, almost as if she was day dreaming. What a rude way to heed someone else's warning, he thought as he trembled in annoyance. The young Wurmple couldn't let these guys through at all costs, not only was there some dangerous Pokemon out there, it was also the home of a sacred food source for his fellow Wurmple. Yeah, that wasn't a good mix. But those dangerous Pokemon only came out at night, so naturally his kind only came out to eat in the day.
<I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. You look as lost and dazed as a worm on a cloud.> The Wurmple replied to Saphira, shaking his head defiantly. When he heard the Sentret though, oh, now that hurt his tiny little heart.
<J-just a bug?> He sputtered out, looking totally surprised at the comment. Oh no he didn't! That Sentret is going down! Wanting to save his bug type's honor, the Wurmple used a non-damaging String Shot on the Sentret's tail. It was dark, so his aim could've been a little off. It would've been pretty bad if it hit the human, actually. Imagine pulling all of that off; like ripping a band-aid off the skin.
::wurmple::
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Post by tabby on Sept 19, 2010 22:04:23 GMT -5
Saphira found herself blushing. If she was the little worm pokemon, she’d be pretty pissed off if someone was looking above me. Not just a little bit. She was staring a few good feet above him. Though it was quite funny from her perspective, she was more than certain she’d hurt somebody if they did that to her. Her sentret however couldn’t help but to stick his foot in the wound that Saphira, accidentally, made. <Can I squish it?> He almost seemed euphoric to be mean. A sense of pride filled her stomach, and though he’d be rewarded for it later, now definitely wasn’t the time. “Sarge, my gorgeous sweet baby boy…,” she purred somewhat softly. “shut your mouth for a few moments please.” At the wurmple’s words she shook her head hard. “Sweetheart, would it make you feel better to travel with us until we are out of the way?”
The girl gasped sharply as the wurmple shot it’s string towards her baby. “Dodge it. Dodge it, Sarge,” she gasped quickly, oddly feeling fear for him. Quickly he did as he was told , though his agility was a bit off. A few centimeters and it would have sunk into his fur. “Good job, sugar,” she whispered, picking him up. “See what happens when you shoot your mouth off.”
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 20, 2010 0:24:32 GMT -5
Wurmple watched dissaprovingly as the Sentret maneuvered out of the way of his stringshot. Looking up, he answered the female human's question. <Er, no. I'd rather stay put here. I can see that you're enough of a danger to reckon with... ma'am.> He said, not really wanting to get involved with her. She was unlike other trainers he'd seen.
Turning his back to her, he silently gave approval for her to keep going on the route. The little worm didn't find it necessary to reason with her, after all.
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Post by tabby on Sept 21, 2010 20:16:54 GMT -5
Saphira, petting her pokemon, shrugged at the little worm as he gave his verdict. Though disappointed that the wurmple was such a coward, Saphira felt a swell of pride in the pit of her stomach. “Hear that, Sarge. I’m am to be reckoned with,” she purred with glee. The sentret, not ready to have his momma have an enlarge ego, replied promptly. “Consider the source,” he reminded through a doubtful voice. The brown haired woman dropped the animal. “Burst my bubble like that,” she grumbled. “You’re walking!”
The wurmple was gone now, and silently, he let them pass. “Bye, bye, little buddy,” she called after him, taking her quick leave. “Come on, Sarge. We outtie.” The girl hurried down the darkened path. The sentret followed as well, keeping right at her ankle.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Sept 21, 2010 22:25:10 GMT -5
Slithering along the wet ground, the Ekans was not pleased. She had slithered into Pokemon droppings half an hour ago, then ten minutes ago had overbalanced and fallen into a puddle. She was still dripping wet, yet it hadn't eliminated the less than beautiful smell wafting from her smooth, purple scales.
Her hissing every few seconds alerted a passing Oddish to her rage, and he jumped into the undergrowth to escape her. Not even giving him a second glance, she moved on, glaring darkly at the road ahead from her as she left an unpleasant stench in her wake.
Before long, she came across a girl and a Pokemon that appeared to be using its tail as some sort of makeshift pogo stick, and glowered up at them. <Out of the way, cretinssssss> she demanded, flicking her tail to show her displeasure.
::ekans::
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Post by tabby on Sept 22, 2010 14:25:29 GMT -5
Saphira hadn’t yet begun to feel an ounce of terror about this dark wooded path. Her sentret however was becoming whiney. <I didn’t mean it! Can you please carry me again. My legs are way shorter than yours and keeping up with you is hard!> The young lady looked back at him. The pokemon gave her big eyes, sparkling brightly. “Hmmm,” she stopped for amoment, pretending to mull it over. Sarge got up on his tail and pawed at her pant leg like a little puppy. <Please, momma.> Saphira was just about to tell him “no” when a snakelike creature slithered out, a nice layer of stench in it’s wake.
“Don’t you call me a cretin with you smelling like a skunk’s ass,” Saphira told her, breathing only through her mouth. “Seriously, what happened?” Her eyes watered, looking away, hoping the stench couldn’t reach her over there. Sarge was hiding behind his tail to block the heavy fume.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Sept 22, 2010 14:37:01 GMT -5
Ekans' eyes glittered with fury as she glared up at Saphira. <How dare you, you rude little ssssssstrumpet.> she hissed viciously as the golden rattle on the end of her coiled purple tail sounded threateningly. >Apologizzzzzzzze this instant. Don't they teach children mannersssss these days?>
She caught sight of the Sentret covering hisnose with his tail >And you, you sssstubby, sssstriped sssssslob. What do you think you're covering your ssssnout at? I've lassssted with thisssss ssssstench for half an hour. You can ssssurvive for five ssssecondssss.>
::ekans::
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Post by tabby on Sept 22, 2010 19:37:22 GMT -5
Saphira almost laughed at the ekan’s words. Strumpet. Huh? That was definitely a unique one. There was something about it that she liked. “Strumpet, nice one. I would have gone with whore or something that conveyed the message to someone with a lower intelligence level, but the ideas the same.” She shrugged, her eyes a bit… blah. They really conveyed nothing about how she felt. They were like a blank canvas. “Honey, I won’t apologize. I don’t feel sorry, and I try not to lie. Though, lord help me, I still do,” she said shrugging. Sentret looked up at his mother. This was a side of her he’d only seen earlier this day. <Oh, shit, momma, really?> The girl winked at her baby, knowing he knew exactly what she was planning.
<Hear that? Momma, you can’t! She’s mean, and if you do, you’re a dumb bitch.> The fear was beginning to sparkle in the raccoon like little thing’s eyes. He became rude when he was scared. It all made sense now. “Do you trust me?” Her voice strong and sturdy, not faltering a bit. <Yeah, but I-,> he began, but he was cut off quickly. “Do you trust me, Sarge?!” This time he paused. Examining her face, before giving a soft nod. “Good.”
Saphira looked back at the new pokemon. “And, that smell. It is terrible, and no female should deal with that. We are to be pampered, no?” The young lady tilted her head slightly. “How would you like to come with me? I can promise you’ll never have to deal with that, and we can have fun insulting all who oppose us.” Saphira gave a wink before looking up, shrugging. “Your choice, love.”
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 22, 2010 23:43:39 GMT -5
Ekans considered her offer for a small moment. Well, she didn't seem like too bad of company, despite the one insult. And she could tolerate it - she knew she smelt like decaying mice dung - which, perhaps, could have been the scat she fell into.
Besides, her proposal sounded like a win-win situation. She never liked feeling insecure, and having a trainer alongside her to protect and pamper her sounded like a dashing good idea. Having made up her mind, the serpent looked back up at the trainer with a flicking tongue. <Very well. I accccccept your offer.> Replied the reptile, watching the trainer through narrow-slitted eyes.
<Hurry up and tosssss it before i ssssuffocate from thissss horrible sssstench,> Said the serpent irritably.
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