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Post by Xerian on Oct 7, 2010 22:22:30 GMT -5
There was an odd sort of skip - one might say - to Lysander's step as he swanned up the beginning of Route One. Damnnnn he felt good. Here he was in a completely different region. Everything was so different, so fragrant... so new. He liked that. Sinnoh got a tad boring when you've traveled around it once or twice.
He unclipped the small ball at his waist and released the pokémon inside. Having spent many years with pokémon, he had a very good handle on what people call 'pokéspeech' and was able to understand it through the intonations and body language given by the pokémon. Of course, many people could understand pokéspeech, especially after spending much time with pokémon, so it wasn't that impressive a thing.
The little Chingling tilted her head and peered up at him as he ran the PokéDex over her. "So, partner... you know Wrap and Wish at the moment, eh?" He thought about that for a moment. "Both can work really well in contests." He patted her little musical pokémon on the head and laughed as she closed her eyes and swayed happily on the spot for a second. Seemed he'd got a pokémon that was trusting. Always a good thing.
"So, what do you say to some training?" he asked her.
Chingling waggled her little body, making a tinkling sort of musical sound. <Contests?>
Lysander nodded. "You'll be the most amazing Chingling ever used in contests, my friend." She needs a name... "What do you think to the name, Belle?"
Chingling brought a tiny hand to her mouth as she thought. There was a playful glint in her eyes for a moment as she seemed to consider toying with her new trainer; but she nodded her head. <I like it.>
Lysander was pleased. Now all they needed to do was find a partner for Belle to practice her moves against.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 7, 2010 23:37:45 GMT -5
::aron:: Pkmn encounter ! A metallic beastie sat near a few bushes in clear view, munching on the delicious remnants of a broken pokedex. These such treats were a staple in Arons' diets, supplying several vital nutrients. She simply couldn't understand why trainers didn't allow creatures like them to feast on such goodies, especially when they had them in such abundance. Hmph.
The sound of footsteps upon the worn dirt alerted the female Aron who still had a ways to go on the scrap of metal. Looking around, the little metal pokemon was unable to locate a good place to hide from view. So she decided to fake anger in order to drive the human away. But wait! What if she started a fight that way? Well, too late now, she supposed.
<H-hey! Umm.. Grrr!! Go away!> Hollered the little Aron, trying not to cower but failing terribly.
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Post by Xerian on Oct 8, 2010 0:07:38 GMT -5
Belle danced around Lysander's feet as they made their way slowly along the route, both keeping a look out. They were bound to run into something sooner or later.
He eyed his new partner with a smile. Life certainly wasn't going to be dull with the baby psychic around, that was for sure. She looked up at him before clambering up his leg, using the tassles on her head like extra arms. Situating herself on his shoulder, she chimed happily.
Lysander chuckled to himself. As each moment passed, he was becoming more and more thankful that he had left Sinnoh to become a Pokémon Co-ordinator. No-one knew him here; they didn't know his reputation for being a thug back in Sinnoh. There was only one person here who would recognize him, though he had changed a bit since they had last laid eyes (or in his case these days; eye) on each other.
The boy half jumped as an angry seeming Aron appeared, remains of some contraption or another near her. He couldn't be entirely sure what it was that the small steel pokémon was munching on, but it most certainly wasn't what Belle would eat.
He gave the pokémon a moment to finish it's little rant at him before giving it a smile. "Hey, sorry! We didn't mean to disturb you." Unless he was mistaken, the anger was just a front. Lysander had met enough pokémon to know that they were usually quite scared of Trainers. Who could blame them, really?
"We can just leave you be, if you'd like," he said in his gentle tone, kneeling before the little pokémon. "But I'm a polite guy and I should at least introduce myself. I'm Lysander. This is my Partner, Belle." He offered his hand to the Aron so it would know he didn't intend it harm. "We're just a co-ordinator and his pokémon."
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 8, 2010 0:30:01 GMT -5
::aron:: Pkmn encounter ! The Aron shivered even harder when the man didn't express any fear in response to her display. It was scary, wasn't it? No time to think - the strange human had begun to speak. Disturb? ---> .. disfurb? --> Disfigure? Oh no! They were disfiguring her now!?
Leave her there, disfigured? He was a police guy, coming to arrest her?! He was a tourist coming from the sandsmanland on his way to the bell-tower?! Too many big words! Can't understand! Must attempt to understand words by changing them into scary words!
<Uh... I'm gonna go over here now..!> Replied the Aron, hardly understanding a word that the human even said. She was a rookie at this, so she was still in the process of learning the english language trainers spoke. Their speech, for pokemon, was easy to pick up; after all, it was incredibly simple compared to the huge vocabulary and lingo pokemon shared and passed down between them.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 10, 2010 15:14:29 GMT -5
::aron:: Pkmn encounter ! Aron was steadily widening the distance between them until she heard the familiar speech of the bell pokemon behind her. Relief filled when she heard her words; she was far less wary of the Chimecho, being able to understand her and all. Turning back to face the pokemon, the little Aron gave a curious gaze. She listened as the little bell gave her speech.
<O-oh. No, it wasn't his fault. I, um.. he..> The little metal pokemon looked up at Lysander and his eyepatch and shuddered a little, quickly switching her gaze back toward the much smaller Chimecho. <A-anyway, you want to battle..?> Pondered the little Aron, thinking to herself as she said it. At first she was about to decline; however, she knew she hadn't trained in a while and the small thing in front of her seemed easy enough to beat. <Okay..> Replied the beast with a shy gaze.
She wandered back a few steps, turned to lock eyes with her newfound foe, and waited patiently for her to start the battle.
Aron accepts your challenge.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 20, 2010 21:49:29 GMT -5
As the pretty red and white striped extensions wrapped themselves around the Aron’s eyes, they acted as a perfectly good blindfold. Except it sort of hurt. Well, ok, she had to admit that she hardly felt a thing. The Aron stared ahead at the darkness, with her iron hard armor protecting her from what little damage the Chingling was doing to her. Supposing that this was somehow helping with the Chingling’s training, she merely stood there and took it until he realized that she should p r o b a b l y attack back, else they get offended. Snorting as the Chingling’s Wrap attack continued, she started to shake her head roughly in hopes of knocking the creature off of her.
’I really don’t know how to attack it though. Not like it really hurts. But still. How?’ The Aron pondered that question as it took a blind step forward, unknowingly walking right over a branch with her foot at an awkward angle, forcing her to trip over it. She groaned in pain. Ok, now that sort of hurt. The risks of being blind was suddenly becoming quite frightful as she turned her head around, trying to imagine the scenery.
Nothing. She knew there were trees and rocks that would harm her if she walked into them, but she didn’t trust himself enough to be so reckless. She slowly got back off of the ground, not all from the pain, but due to her heavy armor. It always made her rather slow; even though one would think she would be used to it by now.
Hit by Wrap. Trips and hurts herself.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 22, 2010 11:34:55 GMT -5
’Ok. That didn’t work. Let’s try something else.’ She thought with some hesitant steps forward, trying to feel her way around the area. This time she was positive that she wasn’t going to be silly and trip on something, which would be pretty stupid.
But hey, it wasn’t every day when one had to go around blindfolded. Stubby feet raking against the ground to kick up some dust, much resembling a Tauros ready to charge into something, she let out a battle cry. Running in random directions, she felt as if she was seriously going to crash into something if the Chingling didn’t get off of her soon.
She narrowly dodged several bushes, only out of pure luck as she suddenly stopped and turned around, still utterly blind. Rushing ahead once again, she was unknowingly going in for a Tackle on Lysander’s legs. Hope he knows how to dodge.
::Aron:: Not really hurt by the Wrap. Aims a (blind) Tackle at Lysander.
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Post by Xerian on Nov 1, 2010 15:17:18 GMT -5
To all intents and purposes, this first battle wasn't going so badly for Belle. Lysander couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his new partner, despite the fact she only had two attacks in her arsenal; one of which wasn't an attacking move and would only serve to heal her if the Aron was able to deal contact to the bell-pokémon.
Belle, on the other hand, wasn't entirely sure that this was how the battle was meant to pan out. Surely there was more to contest battles than just blindfolding her opponent with the only move she had that could inflict damage? She didn't have much more time to dwell on this as the blinded steel pokémon charged towards her trainer. <LOOK OUT!>
It was by sheer luck that Lysander leapt over the charging pokémon, the top of it's head just grazing the bottom of his foot. "Whoa, that wasn't what I had in mind!" he exclaimed, leaping onto a rock to get out of any further harms way. A blindfolded Aron wasn't an accurate Aron, after all.
Belle released the Aron and leapt back to stand before her Co-ordinator. They had to think of something else. Wrapping it constantly might eventually give them the win, but it wasn't going to be a battle that Belle would have been happy with. As both Pokémon and Co-ordinator thought, they watched the tiny metal pokémon with wary eyes.
A thought began to form in Belle's mind and she waited, patiently. Contests were all about appearance of moves as well as damage... right? If so, she would impress Lysander with what she had in mind...
::chingling:: Released Aron from Wrap. Waits.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 1, 2010 16:04:24 GMT -5
A little more prepared for battle without the Wrap there to increase her already prominent klutziness, Aron carefully picked her target. This time, it would be the Chingling, or the weird little yellow thing as Aron preferred to think of it. Oddly, the Chingling had not only withdrawn its Wrap, but hadn't replaced it with another move. Not that Aron was complaining: The Wraps, though causing minimal damage, stacked up quickly, were beginning to cause a dull ache all over her body. Pawing the ground with his tiny feet, kicking up small clusters of dust, the Aron charged directly at the Chingling in a Tackle attack. ::aron:: Aron used Tackle.
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Post by Xerian on Nov 4, 2010 11:22:52 GMT -5
Belle didn't move until the very last moment as the Aron got closer and closer to her; and the rock in front of which she was stood. At the last second, the little psychic pokémon pushed off from the ground and leapt over the steel pokémon. Lysander could only watch as his partner then reached out with her red and white tassels to attempt to once again blindfold the Aron as it homed in on the rock on which he was stood.
He could see the tactic that she had employed. It was something that was used often in Contest battles; lure your opponent in and use their own attack and the environment against them. Belle was the perfect partner for Lysander, he decided at that point. She too had realised her disadvantage and had decided to utilize Aron's own momentum against her.
He did a little fist pump as he stepped down from the rock, out of the battling pokémon's way. The sooner this battle was over, the sooner he could try and obtain a partner for Belle for battles!
::chingling:: Dodged the tackle Used Wrap
attempting to use Aron's Tackle against her
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 4, 2010 20:51:31 GMT -5
Though shy, the little Aron felt her confidence rising a little as she got closer to her opponent. Provided she could land a well-placed Tackle, she'd probably have a better chance at coming out on top of this battle. However, what she didn't expect was for her opponent to disappear once she got close. <Huh?> she said, confused. She had been so focused that she hadn't noticed the Chingling jump, and she paid the price when her eyes were covered, once again rendering her blinded.
Unable to see where she was going to steer out of the way of the rock, she instead crashed straight into it with a pained exclamation of, <Oof!> That had hurt! She didn't blame the other Pokemon, however. Belle seemed really nice, and this was only a friendly battle, after all. <I wasn't expecting that,> the Aron admitted sheepishly as she straightened herself, shaking her head to clear it of the pained stars. Hit by her own Tackle, how ironic.
All the same, she wasn't just going to give up. Attempting to Harden her body to raise her defenses, she then swung around and rushed toward the bell Pokemon once more.
::aron:: Aron used Harden and Tackle!
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Post by Xerian on Nov 5, 2010 16:40:52 GMT -5
Lysander was pleased with the natural way in which Belle seemed to understand contest battling. The tactical way his partner battled and used the environment was perfect for his own style and he beamed as the trick was successful. He winced a little for Belle as the Tackle took her straight on, her tiny body flying into the air from the force (she was very small and light after all).
"Wish."
Obediently, Belle closed her eyes and wrapped her little tassels around her own body as she wished. Little stars exuded from her tiny form as she landed with a soft (somewhat indelicate) thud on the ground, her eyes opening to rest on her battle opponent.
Lysander, however, had seen enough. He strode over to Belle and positioned himself between the battling pokémon, kneeling so that he could face them both better. "I'm proud of you, Belle," he said, ruffling the Chingling's head gently. "And for you, as thanks for agreeing to help me introduce Belle to contest battling." He rummaged in his pocket for a moment before bringing it out and holding it out to the little steel pokémon. Pellets of pokémon food sat in his palm.
"I appreciate it." Truth was, Lysander wanted to add this little Aron to his small team. Granted, she wasn't the usual type for contest approval, but he liked her nonetheless. However, he was never one to push that decision on a pokémon - unless he managed to actually defeat them or weaken them enough in the battle that a capture was easy enough.
No. He knew that Belle wouldn't be able to defeat the little Aron with just wrap and wish. Whilst Aron was a good pokémon for her first contest training, they would have to find something she could actually defeat in order to get her stronger.
Belle, having also taken a liking to the little Aron, voiced her opinion. <We would make a great duo, you and I.> She said nothing else, but merely watched the steel type with sparkling eyes.
::chingling::
Pause in the battle?
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Post by Dracken on Nov 5, 2010 17:11:29 GMT -5
The Aron tilted her head. <Err, thanks?> She said, uncertain about Belle's intentions. What was she trying to do? Complementing her would do nothing, she wasn't really much for flattering. Though it didn't do anything but Wish for her move, what was it trying to do? Wait the battle out. But the Aron wasn't going to be fooled, she wasn't going to let a turn go to waste! She started a Tackle at Belle, though a bit slow due to her tiring a bit. Nothing bad though, she still had strength left.
::aron::
used Tackle!
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 5, 2010 23:41:38 GMT -5
The Aron gave a little squeak of surprise when she rammed into the coordinators leg, not having expected that at all. Falling backward with a surprised huff, she looked up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. She hadn't realized that he'd lifted his Pokémon out of the way, hadn't realized that the battle was over. She felt kinda bad for potentially bruising his leg. <Eeep! I'm so sorry!> she gasped, rushing over to where he'd sat down and nosing at the injury with concern. <Are you going to be alright?> She really didn't want to hurt him, or his Pokémon. So at that moment, her eyes still wide, she turned to the Chingling. <I'm really sorry if I hurt you!> Then she realized that the trainer had called her tough, and she started in surprise. Wait a minute... tough? She'd never received a compliment like that before. <Oh, thank you!>Battle has been mutually forfeited.Belle gains +1 level.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 2, 2010 16:28:55 GMT -5
<Join you?>The Aron was surprised by the so called request. It was not every day a trainer would ask a Pokemon to join their team. Usually they beat the crap out of the poor Pokemon before they capture it without any further actions, but this was so special. <I really don't know what to say.>It was not before the cute metal Pokemon thought back at the Chingling's statement. That they could be a good duo together. And it was not like she didn't like the Chingling and the Chingling seemed to like her too so.. <I guess!>This forest was not a place for a Aron really. It was so much forest and wood. Maybe if she joined this trainer she could get more metallic treats like the one she ate before. Her eyes smiled at the trainer and the Chingling as she accepted the proposal. ::Aron:: Accepts the proposal. Catch?
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