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Post by spade on Oct 14, 2010 9:02:40 GMT -5
Target was ready for the attack, particularly after the Taillow's taunts, and had readied his little legs to jump away from an attack. He did so, landing on his side and rolling right-side-up with surprising skill. It certainly was easier to move around without having to worry about rocks slipping about under your feet. Though Target still preferred swimming. This wasn't bad. <I don't think so!> Target retorted, looking at his trainer eagerly.
Cleon did not disappoint, though in all honesty he was a bit concerned. "Go for another Bubble, in her eyes," he said. What else did she know? Something that involved spraying water around, but what good had that done? Nothing that he could recall. Besides: Poliwag didn't know what his command would mean. He'd stick with "bubble" for now, and hope his new partner could hang on. Maybe enough bubbles would slow down the Taillow enough to catch her... he certainly enjoyed the bird's arrogant mannerisms.
Upon hearing this repeated word, "bubble," Poliwag blew out another stream of them, even more than before, pleased that communication with his trainer was getting somewhere.
::poliwag:: Target used Bubble
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 14, 2010 20:05:42 GMT -5
::taillow:: Pkmn battle ! Taillow had continued to pursue the Poliwag even after he'd successfully dodged her sharp beak. However, it was a mistake on her part; she ended up running into his steady stream of popping, painful bubbles. They stung as they entered her eyes; the pain was like experiencing the pain of getting soap in one's eye, except worse.
The bird gave a squawk of utter agony as the sting afflicted her eyes. It affected her vision as well; she attempted to take flight and shake out the bubbles, but ended up smacking into the side of a broad, rough tree instead. With a whimper the little avian descended to the ground, resting a bit before getting up again to look upon the Poliwag with two reddened eyes.
<Pfft, low blow, man.> She said, before charging at the tadpole with her beak outstretched once more for a Peck attack.
Taillow used Peck on Target.
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Post by spade on Oct 15, 2010 3:54:54 GMT -5
Still wondering how Water Sport could possibly be effective in a fight, Cleon was distracted enough to prevent instructing Poliwag in time to counter the next Peck attack. The Taillow, her eyes red from the bubbles, was clearly displeased with the attacks. He wished that he was able to instruct Poliwag more efficiently, though in all honesty, doing so at this point would do little more than tell his foe what he was up to. Therefore, there was nothing to do besides encourage the Poliwag as best he could by sounding supportive with his tone, and repeating the word “bubble” some more.
Why did this Poliwag have to be so young? Ah, well. This made things more interesting, more of a challenge. And more fun in the long run.
Target, meanwhile, was hit square on by the Peck attack, and was thrown back a ways against a tree trunk. He gurgled. That probably hit his stomach “target” dead on. ”Target, Bubble attack!” he heard Cleon call out, and he shot out a stream of bubbles right in front of him, hoping that the bird would make the same mistake and follow him yet again so she could get another face-full of foam.
::poliwag:: Target uses Bubble
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 15, 2010 8:26:59 GMT -5
Taillow wheeled aside this time, eyes focussed on the Poliwag. The bubbles shot right past her, and she crowed in triumph. >You're not quite as good as you think you are, huh? Hoohoo!<With that, she righted herself and dived towards Target with her beak outstretched, aiming for his stomach. ::taillow:: Taillow used Peck. [/B]
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Post by spade on Oct 15, 2010 9:52:51 GMT -5
There was absolutely no time for Target to roll out of the way of the Taillow's attack; he was hit dead on. This time, there was no flying backwards, as he was already pushed up against the tree, which made the attack all the worse. Target squeaked in pain as the bird Pokemon struck at his stomach, striking the spot already made tender by the earlier attack. He couldn't move.
Cleon saw the situation growing desperate, but at the same time could see a precious opening. He'd try and heal his Poliwag as soon as possible, but for now? "Target, Bubble, now!"
Automatically upon hearing those words, Target gathered his energy and shot out another stream of bubbles, trying to blast the Taillow right in front of him before she could back up for another peck attack.
::poliwag:: Target used Bubble.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 15, 2010 10:22:03 GMT -5
The Taillow hissed as more painful bubbles started to lazily float in her direction, getting carried away by the flow of the wind. Heading up in a retrograde fashion to dodge the attack, her awful eyesight made her miss several of the bubbles that flew in her direction. Yelping as they popped against her body, she realized that she was going to need to be more focused if she was going to get through with this.
Flying in front of the Poliwag, she glared at it with all her might in a fierce moment of concentration. A brief surge of energy pumped into her wings, and her eyes became stronger and more keen. If she was going to get any attacks on this thing, a Focus Energy was the way to go.
<I'd like to see you try and avoid this.> She spat out, diving down with her beak radiating a weak glow. With her newfound concentration of power, she aimed for what appeared to be the Poliwag's weak spot with a Peck attack.
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Post by spade on Oct 15, 2010 11:43:54 GMT -5
"Target, move, get out of the way!" Cleon yelled out, as if the tadpole Pokemon had not thought of such a tactic himself. This certainly didn't look good; he started digging through his bag for another potion, ready to use it should worse come to worse. Target was, however, more than ready for this next attack. He remained where he was, against the tree, readying his little legs. As the Taillow drew closer, he leaped up over the bird and shot a Bubble attack straight down.
::poliwag:: Target used... BUBBLE OMG DID YOU SEE THIS COMING?
[/size] ooc|| Feel free to gm a little bit if you want Taillow to hit Poliwag with that attack; you can have her swerve up to meet Target, if she expected him to jump. Or, she can just miss. I don't care. JUST SO YOU KNOW THAT ATTACK CAN CONTINUE OR SOMETHING KAYS? I make sense... maybe?
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Oct 15, 2010 15:43:41 GMT -5
NOTES; N/A MUSE; N/A TAGS; Spade, Mods POKEMON; Taillow (F)
Admittedly, the Taillow did not expect for her attacker to jump. She was, therefore, quite surprised when her beak sank into the ground, rather than into the flesh of the Poliwag. The bird squawked something that might have been, <Huh?> but her tone was too muffled by a mouthful of dirt to really be fully coherant. Pulling her beak from the ground, the flustered Taillow began spitting out the disgusting mud.
Given that she was thoroughly distracted, she did not expect the retaliation move, and she was hit directly by the Water-type's attack. She certainly wasn't laughing now, her feathers drenched and soggy, her eyes still stinging from the earlier attack, her beak full of the forest floor. <Classy, aren't you?> she snapped sarcastically at the Poliwag, irritated.
Still, she wasn't about to give up yet. First flaring up her wings to shake off some of the water droplets, she then got into position and faced him again. Giving a slight Growl in challenge, she then launched at him, trying to stab at his belly with her beak.
::taillow:: Taillow used Growl and Peck!
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Post by spade on Oct 16, 2010 4:50:31 GMT -5
<Very classy,> Target replied cheerfully. The response made Cleon proud; it was precisely what he was about to say, himself. Backing away a few steps, the Poliwag's eyes darted over to his trainer, who he was pleased to see was grinning. He was far too happy for the growl to harm him at this point, and though he managed to hop away from the full force of the Taillow's attack, the beak did catch his side and spin him around.
Cleon was guilty for feeling amusement at his seemingly dancing Poliwag, though he couldn't hold in a short chuckle. "Shoot another Bubble attack when you spin around. Go for her wings, slow her down," Cleon said. Just saying "bubble" over and over again was getting old; he could at least pretend that his companion understood him.
Twirling on his small legs, he bounced back to face the Taillow and aimed another Bubble attack at his foe's face. An idea sprung to mind, and Cleon laughed. Target looked at his trainer in surprise, eyes wide. Cleon shook his head, still laughing. A hand began fingering an empty Pokeball at his belt, and he watched the Taillow. Stubborn as she was, if he caught her she could help teach Target how to understand human-speech. If not... bubble-in-the-face.
::poliwag:: Target used Bubble. Spade used exasperation and cannot wait until Target learns a new move.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 16, 2010 11:06:39 GMT -5
Cawing in distaste as more bubbles surrounded her, popping painfully over her body and eyes, the Taillow decided that she had enough of this. If she wasn’t able to take out the Poliwag now, then she had no choice but to surrender. Her body was simply too tired and slow to take any more blows from that annoying bubble attack. Her wings carried her into the air as she glided around the Poliwag, circling like an gloomy vulture that was ready to pick up its pieces of dead prey. She had only one good move that could take care of this creature, and she lacked the confidence in it. Each time she used it; the Poliwag appeared determined enough to take them all with a grinning face. What was up with that?!
Right when she decided that the moment was ripe, she dived down at the Poliwag’s spiral, aiming at it as if it was a bull’s-eye. She was confident that it would hit, since it was a rather big target. To not hit it would bring such shame onto herself, especially since she had a lot of her pride on the line in this battle. The Peck attack was the best move in her arsenal thus far, and she was forced to repeat it again and again.
::taillow:: Is Weakening. Attack/Capture?
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Post by spade on Oct 16, 2010 11:38:00 GMT -5
Taillow was losing strength, both Cleon and Target could tell. Target was pleased, knowing that his trainer had a potion ready to help him out, and also thrilled that he could show his new friend that he could fight. He saw his opponent begin a dive and he jumped aside. Unfortunately, his legs had not put quite enough strength into the maneuver, and again the Taillow's beak scraped against his side. He, too, was growing weaker. Not weak enough, however, for that to keep him from finishing this fight. Inhaling, Target was preparing another Bubble attack when he heard a different word emerge from his trainer's mouth.
"Wait," Cleon said, holding a Pokeball in one hand, a potion in the other. Target held off on his attack and hopped closer to Cleon, wondering if that meant healing was coming? But he didn't want to. That wouldn't be fair. He could win without it! His thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Cleon's next words. His trainer's brown eyes were on the Taillow. "If you come with us, you can keep your eye on me some more. I'll show you that I'm not suspicious, 'kay?" He smiled at the bird-type, showing her the red and white sphere. "And I can help you get stronger." With that said, he tossed the Pokeball at her.
Cleon tossed a Pokeball!
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 16, 2010 12:07:53 GMT -5
As the Pokeball engulfed the Taillow in a brief explosion of celestial light, she cawed in surprise as she heard the trainer’s words. He wanted to offer her a good life, basically? She wasn’t sure if she was up to watching all of his suspicious activity 24/7, but if it would make the world a better place, then she was more than happy to go through with this job. She fought the sphere anyways just to see if she could get out and teach Target a lesson, but it was futile.
The Pokeball’s powers were more than enough to keep her enclosed within its contents. Shoot, maybe if she had more strength, or maybe if she was a bit faster, then she could get out. But no, she just had to nearly drown in an ocean of bubbles from that annoying little squirt. Hmth!
You Get: TaillowLevel: 6 Gender: Female Ability: Guts Attacks: Peck, Growl, Focus Energy EDIT: I FORGOTZ. Target gains a level.
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Post by spade on Oct 16, 2010 12:21:00 GMT -5
Target released a spray of bubbles at the wriggling Pokeball on the ground, as if it would help the Taillow stay in the sphere. Cleon gave him a look. He stopped, then blew a single bubble at his trainer. Cleon grinned, then walked forward to pick up the Pokeball. It had ceased to move. <We won!> Target said, his voice high with excitement. His aim had been almost perfect that entire time!
"Good job, Target. Time to rest, okay?" Cleon clipped the Taillow to his belt, then returned his Poliwag to his own sphere. The last he saw of his little tadpole was of him jumping up and down with glee. He was about to leave when he looked down and saw the Pokedex still lying on the ground. "What is this, anyway?" he muttered, leaning down to pick it up.
Technology was not Cleon's strong suit. His family had a single television at home, and it was small, black and white. Only rarely was it on, there was so much to do out in the vineyard. He knew telephones, but this? He turned it over in his hands, then flipped it open, poking around a bit. After a moment, he grew bored and returned it, and the potion, to his pack, then continued further into the trees.
[/size] ooc|| Does Target get levels? EEHHHHH?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 16, 2010 16:11:02 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! <No. I want to go this way. Said one voice. <No. I like this smell.> Said another. <I'd strongly prefer if we traveled forward in this fashion.> Proclaimed yet another. <I want my mother,> A doleful voice whined.
The voices all came from one pokemon, which seemed to be made up of more than one mind. It was clear they were having a conflict with one another, one's garrulous attitude set against another's querulous one, against another's rancor. Usually they got along, but not in the situation they were currently in.
The group of eggs, their cracked shells shining in a light white chroma in the sun's curtain, was trapped in a small fosse, deep enough to have held room for the entire creature. If they were working together they'd have gotten out easily, but they were all pulling away from each other in a retrograde behavior; one believed a direction away from his led to danger, another believed there was something good to eat in his way, another just gave up and was just weighing the whole group down.
It was clear they were in a tight situation. If Cleon were to go over there and help them out of their predicament, surely his kindness would merit a celestial light to shine over his features.
TUNES|| x TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| (: [/size]
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Post by spade on Oct 17, 2010 2:17:24 GMT -5
Striding through the trees, Cleon was quite enjoying himself. Wild Pokemon fluttered and scurried about, paying him no heed, and for the time being he was content to let them be, as well. Being here, without work, without younger siblings to calm down, without expectations, Cleon was free. A content smile had found its way onto his scruffy face, and it would take a lot to dislodge it.
Cleon was not concerned with where to go or what to do. Something would present itself sooner rather than later. Sure enough, he eventually came upon the squabbling group of eggs. Their voices reached him far before he could see them, as they were hidden fairly well in their ditch. Which was, he realized as he approached, a very good thing. Otherwise, something would have tried to eat the egg-like Pokemon by now.
Scanning the trees around, he made certain that there were no predatory birds lurking before approaching. He knelt down and peered down at the Exeggcute. "Would you fellows like a hand getting out of there?" he asked, looking at each individual in turn. What strange creatures... he'd never known that certain Pokemon could look so much like eggs. Were they edible? Not like he would eat one of these individuals. But he was curious.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 17, 2010 9:28:56 GMT -5
Exeggcute looked at Cleon as he approached, the sunlight glimmering off their many eyes seeming almost celestial However, Cleon's form cast a shadow over them, giving the illusion that their skin chroma had changed. >Oh, yes please.< One head looked at Cleon dolefully. He didn't seem very comfortable, stuck in this fosse. He couldn't even remember how they'd gotten stuck in the first place. >We've been stuck here for a while now. Any help would be appreciated, child.<>No.< Another head spoke in a gruff male voice. >Get lost, kid.< He glared up at Cleon without flinching. >Don't be so rude!< admonished the head on the far right, which spoke with a female's voice. >Yes, dear, your help would be marvellous. Such a nice boy.< Her voice was rather posh, but still kind and warm. The second head to speak grumbled unhappily, attempting a retrograde movement to distance himself from the other two talking heads. He seemed embarassed. The other two heads were whispering among themselves, not even giving Cleon a second glance, lost in their own world. ::exeggcute::
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Post by spade on Oct 17, 2010 10:44:40 GMT -5
Seeing as the majority of the heads who addressed Cleon seemed to request his aid, the teenager thought that helping them would be moderately safe. Even if the unwilling eggs decided to attack, maybe those on his side would help him out? In any case, they were stuck. The stubborn bits of the Pokémon could swallow their pride for a few minutes and allow Cleon to pull them out.
Careful, so as not to land on one of the egg-like creatures, Cleon slipped into the fosse ((el oh el, I use a mod termz)) next to the motherly head which had spoken last. "Alrighty, up you go," he said, leaning down to wrap his arms around her smooth shell. It was, to his surprise, warm. Most of the eggs he dealt with came from the fridge. A distinct difference, right there. Gathering her up in his arms, he lifted it up and out of the ditch onto the flat ground above. Setting her down with care, so as not to break her shell -- could they break? He made a note to check on that at some later time. Somehow he thought asking the creatures themselves would result in injuring their pride -- he knelt down to collect the next one, one of the more reluctant heads. He moved quicker with this one, scooping him up and flopping him on the ground before he could react negatively. The process was repeated for the head who had spoken first.
He glanced at the two heads who had ignored his arrival. Prodding one with a finger, Cleon cleared his throat.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 17, 2010 12:58:42 GMT -5
::exeggcute:: Pokemon encounter ! The lady egg that had been liberated first gave a sweet sigh. <Thank you. It was absolutely dreadful in there, trapped with no one to talk to.> She casted a hostile eye over the other eggs who resided with her, obviously not finding them to be good company.
The sad-looking egg was scooped neatly up and plopped next to the feminine one, and he smiled softly. <You're alright, kid.> He said gratefully.
The two hostile eggs were prepared to attack the arms of Cleon when he picked them up, but it appeared that he'd thrust them on the ground too quickly for that to happen. <Ow, you hurt my ass!> Cried one of them, fearful that he might have punctured the shell on his butt. The other one winced as he was dropped down. <Wow, man. You suck at picking eggs up.> He growled.
One of the two gossiping eggs gave a squeal of fright when she was poked by Cleon's finger. <Hey! Whatchu want?> She said quickly, clamoring to get away from the huge human's hand. The other one simply stayed silent, looking up at the man with large, innocent eyes.
TUNES|| Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| :3 [/size]
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Post by spade on Oct 17, 2010 14:26:48 GMT -5
Cleon's smile was not shared only with the thankful eggs; he ignored the growls of irritation and replied with a cheerful pat on the head for both the reluctantly aided creatures. He turned back to the remaining two eggs, examining each of them in turn. The innocent one seemed almost too innocent for his liking, rather like a younger sibling who was planning some evil deed. The other seemed to have completely missed his interactions with her fellow egg-heads.
"You want a lift out of here?" Cleon asked the two, kneeling down to get as close to their level as possible. Looming overhead was a threatening posture that he would rather not show these two individuals, about whom he knew little. "The rest of you are already up there," he continued, gesturing behind him with a hand.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 17, 2010 14:52:54 GMT -5
<Uh…uh…uh…> The shy Exeggcute stammered, staring up at the giant human with frightened eyes. Several of her brothers and sisters were already waiting for her and the other one with a hint of impatience. She really wanted to get away and avoid contact at all costs, but her kind sister was the first to be of comfort to her. ’It’s ok child, come on up.’ The ladylike egg thought telepathically to the two stuck in the fosse with Cleon, a voice that couldn’t be heard by his mind. With that bit of extra comfort, the two remaining eggs glanced at each other with confirmation in their eyes and willingly hopped up to the human, agreeing to accept his help.
<Bah. I don’t see why we needed this guy’s help anyways. Look at him, he’s a punk.> One of the tougher Exeggcute scoffed, rolling his eyes at Cleon’s ‘goodie-two-shoes’ personality. Who was that nice these days? It sickened him, really. People like that were the ones that were always taken advantage of, and acted so oblivious to the issues in the world. Fucking sick.
<Well I think he’s a saint. Maybe even celestial.> The Ladylike Exeggcute huffed, turning to the side dramatically so she wouldn’t have to listen to such brutes rant any longer. The remaining eggs in the group merely groaned at their family debate, though this happened all of the time, really.
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