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Post by spade on Nov 1, 2010 11:52:52 GMT -5
Standing upright while holding the collection of six individual eggs was not a particularly easy task, though Cleon managed to keep everyone from falling. A small grin wormed its way onto his face. The idea of one of them falling and cracking, especially after avoiding being hurt by the earlier attack, was humorous. Not that Cleon would laugh should it actually happen, of course. Despite his earlier words indicating that he was not a packhorse, nor a slave, Cleon agreed with the polite egg: being carried was safer than hopping along, a nice treat to be snatched away. "Just tell me where to go, okay?" he said.
Following their verbal ques -- and listening primarily to the polite and motherly egg when they quarreled -- Cleon made his way through the trees, glancing around with great interest at his surroundings. He could hear rustling, though nothing came in sight; he paid the sound little heed for the time being.
Reaching the watering hole did not take too long, all things considered. He saw the pond through a break in the trees. Stooping low to the ground, he flopped the eggs down in front of him. Though the walk was not a long one, his arms had grown sore from their weight. He was used to carrying heavy objects, but farm supplies did not wiggle around on their own, or start hopping in his arms unexpectedly. "We made it, huh?" Cleon said, rubbing his left arm; it felt bruised from where one egg had leaned against it. "Let's go!"
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Post by spade on Nov 2, 2010 1:40:12 GMT -5
Such praise brought a red tinge to Cleon’s bronze cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, and managed to get a few of his own words in before the new distraction came along. ”I’m sure that’s not true. Plenty would have given you a hand.” Cleon wondered for a second if that would be insulting; the eggs hardly had anything that could be considered hands. ”And I’m hardly a trainer, I just started this--”
Cleon broke off as the Hoppip floated on past the group. Its small reddish body didn’t seem made to float in the air, though Cleon had seen plenty of the creatures at home to know that this was not unusual for the small creature. Still, seeing one floating by alone was peculiar; Cleon was used to the Hoppip farms near his hometown, where families would evolve them to harvest the cotton provided by Jumpluff.
Realizing that his companions were not quite as familiar with the generally playful Pokemon, Cleon patted the smallest egg gently. ”I’m pretty sure you don’t have to worry about a Hoppip. They’re usually really nice.” To prove his point, Cleon moved towards the water next to the grass-type and knelt down, putting his fingertips in the water to check the temperature. Nice and cool, though much too cold for a good bath, unfortunately.
”Here for a drink?” he asked the Hoppip amicably. ”Mind if we join you?”
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 2, 2010 8:46:54 GMT -5
- <Oh? Me?! Go ahead, I don't want to be in anyone's way.> The Hoppip said sheepishly, moving away just enough to give room for the human's giant bulk. The water had been pretty chilly, and he imagined that if it rained, that it would possibly be a nicer temperature. Still, being here, with this refreshing water, he couldn't complain.
- <I don't know, I've always had trouble trusting pink males.> The female Exeggcute said darkly, giving evil eyes to her brothers as they stared at her stupidly. What did she mean by that? Oh, hey! They were pink dudes! The little wench!
- <Get off your high horse, princess.> The rash one exclaimed, purposely bumping into her as he rushed towards the watering hole. He started to gulp it up until his tiny form couldn't hold any more water. The others followed suit, leaving the female egg to sulk on her own, quite a distance away from the others. She wasn't in the mood for their activity.
- <We do owe you for your services though. Would you like us to accompany you?> She asked, suddenly snapping out of her gloom. Even if the others protested, she felt certain that she had to repay him somehow.
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Post by spade on Nov 2, 2010 10:23:34 GMT -5
In all honesty, Cleon had grown quite fond of the group of egg-like Pokemon, even the grumpy and less personable individuals. The idea of having them accompany him was a very pleasant surprise; capturing them had not been on his to do list. However, since the offer was given… Cleon smiled and dug an empty Pokeball out of his bag. ”I’d love it if you would come with me,” he told them, his voice earnest. Not having to capture them by force was something he hadn’t known was possible. He tapped the smallest egg gently with the sphere, watching as the red light absorbed all six of the individual eggs.
ooc\\ short. dun kill me? [/size]
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 2, 2010 11:18:10 GMT -5
Of course, the group of eggs had varying personalities, and not all of them were so pleased at the idea of being taken into trainer custody. For instance, the rash one was quite alarmed at the idea. <And just what do you think-> he began to demand loudly, but before he could manage to finish the sentence, he was enveloped in the spherical ball. He jumped once or twice at it's shell, attempting to break free of it's confines. <Oh, bother,> he sighed, giving up. He supposed that it couldn't be too bad, after all, the trainer was nice enough.
The little egg was quite excited, jumping up and down even before the ball encased him. Of course, this made the Pokeball rock from side to side slightly - but only slightly, because he was small, after all. <Oops!> he murmured bashfully, then settled down so that the ball had more luck in capturing them.
The other eggs - discluding the female, who was just as pleased as the little egg, but much less obvious about it - were rather neutral about the whole ordeal, and neither said anything nor put up a fight when the ball closed over them, eventually emitting a soft ping to signify that the capture had been successful.
You obtained an Exeggcute!
::exeggcute:: Name: Your choice. Type: Grass/Psychic Gender: Uh... several? Level: 8 Ability: Chlorophyll Moves: Barrage, Uproar, Hypnosis, Reflect Personality: Varying.
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Post by spade on Nov 2, 2010 12:04:30 GMT -5
The ball hardly wriggled twice before giving a ping to indicate the Exeggcute’s capture. So, Cleon’s assumption that the group was one Pokemon was correct. He felt slightly silly not knowing what the species was even called, though he decided that he’d figure that out sooner or later. Reaching over, he picked up the sphere and put it on a clip on his belt. Four Pokemon in one day… Cleon wasn’t sure how well other trainers were doing by this point, but he was quite proud of his progress. He smiled at the Hoppip, still sitting not too far away, and flopped himself down on the hard, dirt ground a few feet away from the pond.
”Hope your day is going as good as mine is, little one,” he said, slinging his backpack off his shoulder and onto the ground beside him. This was a good a time to rest, maybe take a look at that electronic thing he’d been given. Digging through his bag, he pulled it out and flipped it open. Pokedex, huh? Electronic encyclopedia… why couldn’t he have just been given a book? He poked around a bit, then, curious, pointed it at the Hoppip.
An electronic voice, grating to Cleon’s ears, spoke. “Hoppip, the Cottonweed Pokémon. This Pokémon drifts and floats with the wind. If it senses the approach of strong winds, a Hoppip links leaves with others to prepare against being blown away.”
”Huh. Maybe this could be helpful?” Cleon said out loud to the pinkish creature, who probably really didn’t care one way or the other. ”You traveling with any other Hoppips, or are you alone?”
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Post by Dracken on Nov 2, 2010 13:44:56 GMT -5
The Hoppip nodded sadly. <I-I got lost from my group, I-I don't k-know where they went.> The grass type was being blown into Cleon's leg form the wind and having such a light body. <I don't know where they are...> It said, bit scared and sad that he was away from his parents. <They said they were going to the watering hole but I don't know where that is.>
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Post by spade on Nov 2, 2010 13:56:31 GMT -5
"Well, don't worry, little one. I'm sure they'll be floating by any time now." Cleon moved his leg closer against the Hoppip, providing it with a slight anchor with which it could cling to the ground. Though his words were supportive, his eyes expressed slight concern as they swept across the area. There were no other Hoppips in sight. The pond was in a clearing, and it was quite possible that they were nearby in the more sheltered forest. But what if they had been blown away without this individual? A lone Hoppip would not be safe.
"I can wait here with you until they get here. I was planning on starting to set up camp for the night, anyway," he said, only partially untruthful. It was only late afternoon, and Cleon would have plenty of daylight with which to explore further parts of the route. Still, setting up for the night at a place with a source of water was a fine plan. To prove his point, he dug out a rough tan sheet from the bottom of his bag -- his makeshift tent.
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 2, 2010 17:10:06 GMT -5
The little Hoppip sighed in obvious relief when Cleon offered to stay with him until the rest of his group turned up. His father was amongst that group, and the image of his wizened face swam before the light Pokemon's mind, worrying him. What if they were lost, too? But no. They had quite the experienced guide to lead the group, thank goodness. If not, they would have ran into several problems much more parlous than a single member of their group - this very Hoppip - wandering off on his own.
He was glad that the trainer's leg was stopping him from being blown off into the unknown. That was often a problem with Hoppip and high winds. They were experienced at maneuvering their way around, of course, but sometimes you were carried off in a direction that you really just didn't want to go. This got troublesome and irritating, for sure.
Cleon pulled out some odd cloth thing, and the Hoppip eyed him curiously. <What is that thing, exactly?>
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Post by spade on Nov 3, 2010 3:04:21 GMT -5
Cleon defensively drew the bolt of cloth closer to him upon the Hoppip’s questioning. ”It’s a tent. A shelter. Sort of.” He unfolded it, revealing several thin patches and at least three holes. Holding it up, he demonstrated how it could be used to crawl under -- sort of. It was only large enough to fit Cleon -- lying down -- and perhaps a duffle bag. ”You put sticks up, and you can sleep under it. So the wind doesn’t blow you away,” he continued, vying for terms that the small Pokemon could understand.
”Mind if I go find some branches?” Cleon asked the Hoppip, standing up as he spoke. He wrapped the cloth loosely around the Hoppip, providing an anchor to which it could cling. ”I’ll just be right over there for a minute, okay?” With that, he jogged back under the canopy of trees to find a few suitable fallen sticks large enough to support the flimsy tent. Cleon remained at the edge of the trees, making sure to keep in eyesight of the Hoppip should another Taillow come around and try to grab a bite to eat.
One branch was found almost instantly, half-buried in the fallen leaves and forest debris. Pleased, Cleon knelt down to uproot his find.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 3, 2010 8:24:57 GMT -5
Hoppip panicked slightly as the human left him, even if it was only to get sticks for the odd den he was going to sleep in. With a squeak of fear as a cold gust almost lifted him off his feet, he ran over to the Trainer. The touch of a Hoppip would be almost imperceptible most of the time, but his stubby arms wrapped tightly around the Trainer's leg as he squeezed his eyes shut in fear. To have an anchor to the ground on such a scary night, without his parents, was a comforting thing to Hoppip. ::hoppip::
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Post by spade on Nov 3, 2010 10:37:22 GMT -5
Cleon could hardly feel the Hoppip clinging to his leg through the denim of his worn jeans, though the creature's small squeaks were enough to alert him of its presence. He picked up the branch, then carefully plucked the small Pokemon up with his free arm, putting just enough pressure around the grass-type so it would feel safe rather than confined. "No worries," he murmured, then headed off to find another branch.
There was nothing in the immediate area that was quite suitable; Cleon was forced to move further away from the pond than he'd wanted. He finally gave in and just broke off a dead branch from a standing tree, hoping there were no Pokemon to uproot. Before he could be disturbed by anything he possibly distressed, he spun around and headed back to start setting up camp.
ooc|| This Hoppip is far too adorable. >.> I almost wish Cleon was a jerk so he could just punt it and watch it soar away. /horrible person ALSO. If you mods don't feel like having anything happen, I won't be insulted if you give me a single-sentence reply. XD [/size]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 3, 2010 10:44:11 GMT -5
Trainer Alice::illumise::
"Oh! Hey! You!" A voice emerged from the bushes right as Cleon broke free another branch for his wood collection. Or whatever it was. The Hoppip wasn't so sure when it was clinging to his pants with the fear of a gust of wind sending him flying into the sky. The Hoppip turned to face a cute looking girl that had an Illumise buzzing beside her protectively.
"You're out camping here, huh? Bet you're hungry. Wanna buy some Girl Scout Cookies? I can earn a badge if I sell them, so could you buy some. Please?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at Cleon while exposing a box of sugar cookies, all covered with the faces of adorable water Pokemon.
<Smells good.> The Hoppip commented, looking at the Illumise curiously. She didn't seem like a threat, and instead, was acting just as adorable as her trainer. What a cute combination of lovely ladies!
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Post by spade on Nov 3, 2010 11:14:57 GMT -5
Startled, Cleon dropped the branch he had just harvested. He grinned sheepishly at the girl who had approached him, then knelt down to pick it up. But... she was selling cookies? Out here in the forest? Seemed an odd place to do such a thing, but I suppose there had to be some trainers lurking about. "I'm really sorry, but I don't have much money," Cleon said, completely honest. Until just earlier that very day, he'd been a farm boy with almost nothing to his name. The family kept all the money; he'd never been given an allowance, nor had he really needed one. He spoke the truth. "They do smell delicious, though," Cleon added, trying not to hurt the girl's feelings.
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 3, 2010 11:37:06 GMT -5
Alice pouted a little when Cleon said that he had no money. "That's what they all say," she sighed sadly. She'd been trying to sell the cookies for hours now, and not a single trainer on the route had bought one. It was always 'I'm out of cash' or 'I don't have the time'. The truly and brutally honest ones were absolutely cruel in insisting that she get lost. One old man, with wizened eyes and heavy wrinkles, had gotten her hopeful, only to laugh at her and walk away. But still, if Cleon didn't want to buy one of the cookies, she didn't have a choice but to give up. "They really are tasty..."
Well, if she wasn't going to be able to sell any cookies to the boy, she didn't really want to have wasted her time standing around. Mister and Missus hadn't really trained all day, and they were likely to be becoming restless. Certainly on Mister's behalf, as he was stuck in his Pokeball at the moment. Pondering this idea for a moment, she tucked the cookies inside of her bag and then cleared her throat slightly. "Well... now that I'm here... would you like a battle?"
He seemed like a trainer that might have more than one Pokemon, judging by the area of the route they were on. Most trainers had gathered up a team of two or more by this stage of the path. She came here often to train her Pokemon and sell her cookies, and so she knew the area well. Pulling out Mister's Pokeball, she released him, where he went to hover beside his battle partner. "Double battle, perhaps? If you're up for it?"
Alice was quite confident that, under her careful tutelage, her Pokemon had a good shot at winning.
Picnicker Alice challenges you!::volbeat:: ::illumise:: lvl 8 | lvl 8
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Post by spade on Nov 3, 2010 15:06:27 GMT -5
Her disappointment was very clear, and Cleon felt a strong pang of guilt. Had he the money, he would be more than happy to support the girl. As it was, he had nothing to offer. ”I’m sure someone’ll buy them, and I bet they taste great,” he said consolingly, though his words were covered by the girl’s challenge.
A trainer battle? His very first battle with another human? Grandmother had told him stories about other trainers, of the epic fights that she had been involved in during her younger years. Now? It was his turn. His sympathy turned to excitement. A double battle, at that! Sounded great. Grinning widely, Cleon nodded. ”If I win, can I have a cookie?” he asked, glancing down at his belt. Who to send out? He’d love to be able to see what his new Exeggcute could do. But who else? He looked at the opponent’s choices. Two bugs. Bugs! Of course! Birds ate bugs, right? Type advantage. That one he knew.
With much more grace than his last attempt to send out a Pokémon impressively, Cleon released both the Exeggcute and Taillow from their spheres. Neither Pokemon, he realized, had names. The eggs… each one of them deserved a name of their own. As for Taillow? The suspicious, questioning Taillow… he had it. ”You guys up for a battle? Exeggcute?” All the heads, even the timid small one, bobbed up and down in excitement; some were eager to please their new friend, and the others just wanted to fight. Cleon turned to his Taillow. ”And you? Pandora?” The Taillow ruffled her feathers, pleased with the name despite her ignorance to its mythical background, and nodded, looking at the bug-types she was up against with great interest.
Before he could show his newbie-nature, Cleon whipped out his Pokedex, knowing now how to use it, and gathered some quick data on both bug-types. He tried to sneakily look up data on his own two Pokemon, as he had yet to do such a thing to figure out what exact abilities they had. Satisfied with a quick glance, he pocketed it and nodded firmly. ”You can go ahead and make the first move.”
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 3, 2010 20:34:59 GMT -5
* Mister uses Double Team * Missus uses Sweet Scent Trainer Alice
"You'll get a cookie if I like your Pokemon." She replied, a bit shy as she watched the Taillow emerge from its Pokeball. Now that was going to be a hard Pokémon to beat, but she had her ways of dealing with the hard hitters. She looked to Mister for support the moment he was released, and he fluttered closer to the ground with a graceful bow to his opponents.
"Double Trouble and some Sweets, guys." She exclaimed, giving her opponent a taunting wink and a peace sign as her Pokémon moved forward. She spent 30 minutes thinking of something cool for her to say during Pokémon battles, and she finally settled on those two commands.
<Here comes trouble!> The Volbeat cried as several weak clones surrounded the Taillow and Exeggcute. It was pretty obvious which was the real one, but it could get confusing in a hurry if he moved around a lot. <Make it double!> The Illumise's voice was like a soothing bell ringing in the middle of the day, letting loose a Sweet Scent onto the field.
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Post by spade on Nov 5, 2010 4:35:02 GMT -5
Cleon couldn’t help but smile and suppress a chuckle. The girl had clearly thought about catchy battle phrases a lot. Her choices were cute, if not altogether mature sounding, and Cleon was impressed with her creativity. Even her Pokemon had gotten involved with the act. It was all very cute. But Cleon wouldn’t go easy on her just because the young girl was adorable and was possibly giving him a cookie.
”Pandora, fly above the scent, Focus on the real Volbeat, then zoom in for a peck,” Cleon instructed, talking quickly whilst watching the multiple images of the bug-type. ”The rest of you, start a Barrage on the Volbeats, try and get rid of the images.”
His Pokemon set out immediately, Pandora flapping quickly to get above the sweet scent that was cloaking the battle field; she managed to avoid getting distracted while she gathered up her power then shot towards what looked to be the most solid Volbeat. Meanwhile, each of the eggs were shooting themselves at various Volbeat images, fighting to find the real one whilst trying to ignore the delicious scent hanging in the air.
Pandora uses Focus Energy, then Peck on Volbeat. Exeggcute uses Barrage on Volbeat. [/size]
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Nov 5, 2010 13:04:17 GMT -5
"Mister, use Flash and dodge the Barrage, try and keep up the imitations for a little longer!" In response, Alice's Pokemon lit up the air with a blinding Flash of light that even hurt Alice's own eyes, seeing as she'd foolishly forgotten to squeeze them shut to protect from some of the attack. Hopefully, that would reduce the accuracy of their foes, and at least a few of the clones would survive the barraging attack.
However, he was unable to dodge the Peck thanks to the Taillow's use of Focus Energy, and it was very clear which one was which as he let out a groan of pain. Flying attacks were super effective on Bug Pokemon, he definitely knew that now. Scrambling out of the way before the Bird Pokemon could Peck him a second time, he panted and focused his attention back on the battle.
But what about Missus?
Illumise was hovering nearby, very concerned about her battle partner. Usually he was the one being protective, but she hadn't been hit this round. Glancing at her trainer, she waited for the order to attack. "Missus, use Tackle!" When the order came, Illumise was more than eager to pick a target (the Taillow, unsurprisingly) and rush it, diving toward it last minute to get more momentum behind the attack.
::volbeat:: Dodged and used Flash!
::illumise:: Illumise used Tackle on Taillow!
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