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Post by spade on Dec 5, 2010 8:07:44 GMT -5
Cleon had fallen into a very deep slumber almost the moment he had set his head down on the rolled up jacket he was using for a pillow; the odds of him waking up for anything were very slim. A tent falling down on him, however, was more than enough to sufficiently freak him out.
Flailing his limbs about in surprise, he felt his leg make contact with something soft and squishy. ”Wha-- who’s that?” he asked, completely and utterly awake thanks to the shock and adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was completely dark, thought he fact that he had a tent over his head partially contributed to that; the clear sky overhead would have shed some evidence as to what had destroyed his makeshift tent. He flung the tent to the side, hoping to reveal the creature who had woken him up so fantastically.
It was a psyduck. Of course.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 8:30:04 GMT -5
“Psyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaiiiii yyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii.” the duck like Pokemon uttered, it's headache having subsided for a moment from its stomachache. Of course, to the duck it was a very clear and calm and nice question about if the young man had any aspirin he'd like to trade for berries, and apologizing for demolishing his house. But the duck didn't understand humans, and looked at him with that headache wracked face, quivering bill all but begging for aspirin, oh glorious aspirin. It sat there giving it's best impression of togepi eyes; which was a very weak impression over all. Then it pointed towards its bill, and made a movement like drinking from a glass of water.
Weird.
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Post by spade on Dec 5, 2010 8:34:15 GMT -5
Cleon, being one given the ability to understand most Pokemon, was slightly baffled by this creature's use of sign language. It was hard, in the darkness, to see precisely what the creature was doing. Something near its bill, that much was clear. But otherwise? Cleon was clueless. Granted, he did not have any medication of any sort with him; his family was too poor to allow their son to just carry around a bottle of drugs.
"You hungry?" he asked, tilting his head and squinting as though it would assist him in understanding the strange yellow creature. "I have some food in my bag," he said, grabbing his napsack and pulling out some Pokechow. He handed it to the duck and leaned back.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 9:42:42 GMT -5
“Psyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaiiiii yyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii.” The duck was getting angry now! It knew that this trainer had a stash of those wonderous inventions called Aspirins here! All humans had them! It's head hurt so much, so much, so much! It started to run from the area. It's raid had failed, it'd have to be back. Maybe with more guys. Maybe with better plans. Its head hurt, was was it supposed to remember? Something about Hypno and sis. Did he have a sister that was a hypno? That dated a Hypno?
Psyduck grumbled to itself as it waddled from the camp site.
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Post by spade on Dec 5, 2010 9:49:49 GMT -5
For a moment, Cleon just stared after the Psyduck, then he stood up and grabbed one of the Pokeballs that was still clipped around his waist. Maybe a battle was what it had wanted? In any case, he didn't want it attacking him in his sleep, maybe murdering him for not giving him what he desired. "Theus, you up for a battle? Go Astonish that guy."
His Zubat chirped approval, then zipped up behind the Psyduck and squeaked loudly in its ears, hopefully loud enough to do a great deal of damage.
::zubat:: Used Astonish
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 5, 2010 13:27:31 GMT -5
Psyduck quacked irritably as the Zubat popped up in front of him and tried to bat it away, but before he could, it used the Ghost Type move on him, terrifying the hapless duck out of his mind. In fact, his feet were rooted to the ground, his arms stuck firmly by his side. He couldn't move. He couldn't attack. Shivering with fear, all he could do was await the Zubat's next move and hope his next move wouldn't be quite so immobilizing. And maybe hope the Trainer had painkillers. ::psyduck:: Psyduck flinched.
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Post by spade on Dec 6, 2010 7:19:19 GMT -5
"Supersonic, then Zen Headbutt," Cleon instructed, foolishly forgetting that Psyducks already suffered from terrible headaches, and that adding even more confusion would just be torture to the poor creature. Similarly, slamming into its skull? Not an overly pleasant experience. But, such is life, and although Cleon had dressed as a Psyduck at the Halloween event, he knew little of the birds.
Eager to follow directions, win the battle, and get to watch yet another confused Pokemon waddle about, Prometheus shot out a series of rapid squeaks in order to baffle the Psyduck. Waves of sound from spiraling from his mouth, the Zubat shot at the duck's wide head. It really was an easy target.
::zubat:: Used Supersonic, then Zen Headbutt
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 6, 2010 10:51:50 GMT -5
The somewhat drug addicted little yellow duck suddenly felt nauseous and it was not the good kind. He felt somewhat sick to his stomach and rather confused and before it knew it the poor duck was hit by the Zubat's attack. "Psyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!!!" This was the only sound, pokespeak or not that could be heard coming from it's pale beak. He did not know what to do. All these odd colors he were seeing and objects too. All so confusing. Trying to locate the Zubat it went around waddling about trying to scratch it. However the only thing he hit was ground, wood and whatever else was near the poor duck. ::Psyduck:: Hit by Supersonic and Zen Headbutt Tried to use Scratch and failed miserably.
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Post by spade on Dec 6, 2010 11:21:35 GMT -5
Zipping about the Psyduck's head, Prometheus continued squeaking rapidly in an attempt to further confuse -- were that even possible -- the baffled Pokemon. <PSYIYIYIIIIYIII PSYIIIYIIII PSY PSY PSYYYY,> he squeaked as he fluttered about, his high pitch voice easily carrying halfway across the route.
"Hush up a bit, would you? Give it another headbutt." Cleon's hands were clasped over his ears in a vain attempt to block out his Pokemon's irritating cry.
Reluctantly, he ceased his merrymaking and backed up a bit to gain some distance on the duck. Then, as usual, he darted down so he could ram the duck, this time from behind.
::zubat:: Used zen headbutt
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 6, 2010 11:36:57 GMT -5
Psyduck let out a whining quack of misery as the Zen Headbutt slammed into his own head, and he clutched it, swaying as dozens of Golduck in bikinis formed in his vision. >Psyaiaiiiiiiii!< moaned Psyduck as the Golduck gave way to Pidgeot, pecking at his ears, nose and beak. Eyes rolling back in his head, he fell on his back, unconscious. Ouch. ::psyduck:: Psyduck has fainted. Prometheus gains a level. [/I]
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Post by spade on Dec 6, 2010 11:49:42 GMT -5
Cleon sighed as the duck rolled over, unconscious. Rubbing the back of his neck with a calloused hand, he glanced back to where his tent lay in a heap. Was it even worth it to fall asleep again? He couldn't tell how late -- or early -- it was; the night sky was dark overhead, showing no signs of how distant the dawn was. Still, Cleon was quite awake, now, after such an adrenaline rush. Might as well pack up and keep moving, see if there were any interesting creatures lurking in the darkness.
So, with Prometheus fluttering about above his head, Cleon stuffed his tent back into his bag and readjusted the rest of his items so they were easily within reach should he need them. Shouldering the bag, he looked around. The stars reflected against the pond, and Cleon decided to stick around here for the time being. So, leaving the fainted duck behind, he continued around the shoreline of the pond.
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Post by Dracken on Dec 6, 2010 12:42:23 GMT -5
Along the path you start to hear a tune of some kind. It goes to a very catchy tune.
"Boom shockla shockla shockla, boom shockla shockla shockla, boom shockla shockla boom!"
Then, coming out from the bushes came a row of six Wurmples...in a conga line?
The six had each others hand on the others hind, moving their feet to the leader's tune. Going left, then right, then left again; it seemed as though they were having a party. The leader singing the tune and the others dancing along, who wouldn't want to join them?
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