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Post by blufii on Dec 5, 2010 8:23:01 GMT -5
A lute made of what looked like ivory was swung over his back, Tyron paved his way towards the area where many new trainers seem to linger and about. He didn't really care about how people looked at him, there was a rumor that there were plentiful of Pokemorphs who seem to reside peacefully in this region. It's either his horns or his mad tattoos that seem to intimidate people. The Cubone remained fixated upon a laboratory that seemed pretty close to where he was. However, for some odd reason, Tyron decided to go spontaneous and take a turn towards the reclusive tent - crazy guy.
As soon as his feet were right in front of the tent, Tyron's back leg was immediately dragged behind by a sluggish Grimer. "Damn it Grimer!" Tyron's eyes glared down at the Grimer who continuously spread it's jam-like goo around his leg. He knew why the Pokémon was acting like this, it must've been because the Pokémon had assumed that he was searching for a new 'girlfriend'. The Pokémon remained attempting to pull back the Cubone must to his distaste. "Why the hell are you always following me and dictating my life?!" Life was horrible with this acquaintance of his.
Finally earning the victory he deserved, the Grimer released him and started sobbing loudly. Not giving a crap about the sick pokemon, Tyron shifted his attention back to the tent as he inquired in a bored tone, "Anyone there?" He had to get his first Pokémon in Cheyenne.
[[ ooc;; Sorry OTL ]]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 5, 2010 15:14:58 GMT -5
Ranger Marisa ! There were a few sounds of clattering glassware and card play when the sound of a visitor's call caused them to quiet down slightly. A soft, shrill female voice spoke after a few moments amongst a few other agreeing murmurs, and the sound of a chair being pushed back could be heard. Footsteps, footsteps - then, suddenly, the tent flap was pulled open to reveal a young ranger, a bit clumsy on her feet and shy to boot. She looked a bit surprised to see Tyron's skull-bearing face, but attempted to stay professional.
"Sorry about that! We were taking a bit of a break." She confessed, grinning in a friendly, meek manner. Stepping out of the tent, she inclined her head to him slightly. "I'm Marisa, one of the Rangers here at the 'station." She introduced. Then, suddenly, she started. "Oh, my mistake. I forgot your starter pack!" She said a bit frantically before she hurried back into the tent.
She quickly came back out, bearing a small bag full of items for use on the embarking trainer's journey. "H-here you are." She said, her lip quivering with embarrassment a bit as she held the items out to Tyron.
Tyron obtains:
x 5 x 3 x 1
TUNES|| Cold War Kids - Hang Me Up to Dry TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| xD Thank you for getting the tent aspect right. xD [/size]
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Post by blufii on Dec 5, 2010 21:02:47 GMT -5
Tyron's eyes were cloaked by his large skull as he was able to block out the sun rays from shooting into his eyes. The Cubone-morph tapped his foot in a lax fashion, luckily he wasn't an impatient fellow and took things in an easy-going manner. The sound of footsteps chattered from the ground as the morph was sensitive towards ground movement, he relied on tactility rather than sound or sight. A girl greeted him not long after as he assumed she was unprepared for these sorts of matters.
His mouth suddenly zipped shut as he listened to the girl explain the situation, Tyron only nodded in recognition. He didn't speak much, at least he wasn't one to speak within the gathering of strangers. Next to him, it seems as though the Grimer was doing all the talking. The Pokémon gawked at the female and started attempting to scare the girl away with those disgusting palms as the Grimer tried to make things clear that she was Tyron's "only one". The poor boy could only try his best to ignore the annoying Pokémon as he received the new items nervously.
After a moment of silence, Tyron finally spoke, "Thank you." Not bothering to show his face to her, Tyron peered from the shadows of the helm, "I need a replacement." He referred to getting a new pokemon, that was his whole point of journeying over towards the tent in the first place anyways.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 6, 2010 9:24:22 GMT -5
"U-um... by replacement I assume you mean starter?"< Marisa blushed as she beckoned out her Ludicolo, who slowly walked away to get the boy a Starter. Scuffing her feet on the ground, not quite sure what to say to this newcomer, who didn't seem especially talkative, she was relieved when her Pokémon quickly returned, bearing a small blue figure in her arms, carefully holding the fainted Pokémon so that head, body and limbs were all supported. "O-oh cool, a Machop." Marisa smiled as Ludicolo laid the small, yet muscular Pokémon down and handed him a Great Ball. "Um... you need to capture it now. I think...." Level: 3 Gender: Ability: Guts and No Guard Attacks: Low Kick. Leer Personality:
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Post by blufii on Dec 6, 2010 10:05:21 GMT -5
As the stuttering girl finally exposed the request he had asked for, the morph blinked at the Ludicolo's arms. Resting on the pokemon's arms was a slate-blue figure that seemed rather dead. A slight uneasiness triggered at the sight of the fainted pokemon as Tyron tried to ignore the sight. He was a quiet fellow but he was quite sensitive to the means of death ever since his experience back at the prison.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Tyron accepted the Great Ball from the girl's hands and lightly tapped the Machop's frame with the Great Ball. The ball immediately activated by shooting a beam of light at the Machop. Catching was an easy task thanks to the fainted status.
After obtaining the heated and occupied Great Ball in his hands, Tyron immediately sagged it into his pocket before looking at Marissa with a blank stare for a moment. What may look a bit creepy, he was actually just trying to remember her face. Unable to express his gratitude, the morph simply nodded before turning, "Thanks." The Cubone then walked out of the picture, the Grimer tagging along him - obvious relieved that the Machop was not "pretty" like her.
[[ ooc; Thanks a lot! FINISHED ]]
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