Xerian
POPPED CHERRY
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I'M BACK BITCHES
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Post by Xerian on Dec 4, 2010 16:01:38 GMT -5
Admittedly, Lysander was a little shocked when the Aron accepted his offer. He blinked for a moment before realizing that she had infact agreed to the proposal before reacting. "Well," he took out a pokéball and held it before the little steel type. "All you have to do is hit that little button in the middle. You have time to change your mind if you wish to. Once it makes a ping - though I'm not sure if you'll hear it yourself or not - it means its closed and you have successfully become a part of our team. And don't worry. Neither of us will be offended if you change your mind before that happens."
He gave her a gentle smile and held the ball just in front of her so that she could reach it easily. Aron wasn't the usually choice for a Contest pokémon, but Lysander didn't care. Whilst most would go solely for the appearance of the pokémon, he preferred to make his judgments almost solely on the personality of the pokémon in question; though there is no denying that a normal type, pink or yellow pokémon would be admitted onto his team immediately if they asked.
::chingling::
::pokeball:: Holding ball for Aron to accept if she still wishes
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Post by NOPE on Dec 4, 2010 16:06:03 GMT -5
Aron nodded, her nose smacked against the pokeball. She felt herself inside the hallow, sacred ground for pokemon. The shock from the power outage made her feel something was a bit off, but the ball shook thrice and she was captured!
You caught...
::Aron:: Level: 6 Gender: Female Ability: Sturdy and Rock Head Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: Childish and carefree, but has trouble understanding big words.
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Xerian
POPPED CHERRY
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I'M BACK BITCHES
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Post by Xerian on Dec 7, 2010 14:52:27 GMT -5
[/IMG] G U E S S we should be on O U R way
[/center] As the ball pinged to signify that Aron had decided to remain in her ball, Lysander retrieved the capsule and held it gently for a moment, wondering what he might call her. "Macha." He said to the ball and whether it was a flicker of his imagination or not, he couldn't tell, but Lysander was certain he felt the ball quiver in response, as though approving of this name. He pondered for a moment before clipping Aron's ball to his boot. Yeah. It would be a good idea to move on. Holding Belle to him, he sprinted (rather awkwardly due to his injured leg) off in search of his next adventure. Lysander has left the thread[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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