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Post by nebula on Dec 10, 2010 11:23:40 GMT -5
"Dodge, Cor!" The Meditite tried, but not used to moving quickly, the Tackle hit him head on; landing on the ground with a hollow thud, Cor sat up, looking quite bemused instead of hurt. Which was... a good thing? He hopped back onto his feet, dusting himself down. Before Quinn opened his mouth, he took his own initiative, knowing what she would say. Preparing his hand into a vertical position, Cor once more ran towards the Pineco, about to use another Psycho Cut. ::meditite:: PSYCHO CUT
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 11, 2010 0:01:43 GMT -5
Boom! Goes the Dynamite!Pineco Hit by Psycho Cut Uses Self-Destruct FaintedIf Corr is knocked out, Corr gains a level. If not, .5 levels.
What was the meaning of this blasphemy? The Pineco's sharp eyes twisted about to stretch his peripheral vision, and in the corner of his eyes saw the Wurmple escape. Gosh, darnit, there was yet another thief gettin' away. Then again, this trainer sure had a lot of nerve, barging in on him in his own front yard. Who gave her the right?
<Aye, ye deserved that one!> He huffed after the tackle, rolling backwards a bit due to a lack of legs. Once he was stable, his sharp gaze was focused on the Meditite, as if understanding that there was no arguments here. He was going to have to battle whether he liked it or not, but that didn't mean that it had to be long.
Why, his ol' pop was just as stubborn and impatient as he was. Even his mother was a wild ol' gal that would explode if you dropped her gorgeous feathers that decorated her body like expensive jewelry. In general, his entire family was messed up, but if they lasted this long, then certainly there had to be a reason.
<Ya know what! It ain't even worth dodgin'!> He boasted, enduring the painful Psycho Cut that went right past his strong physical defenses. Ow. It hurt. But he had one move that always got him out of tricky situations. Might as well go boom, no? Either the trainer caught him while he was asleep, or he was bound to scare her off so bad that she'd never bother with him again! At least that was mum's reasoning. He tended to listen to the advice of females more than the advice of males, since he never did like his dad that much.
His body brimming with many different, violent hues of red, orange, and yellow, he literally looked like he was on fire. And then the 'boom' happened! Making a loud popping sound in the nearby area, like a loud firecracker. The damage from the attack, due to his level, wasn't exactly terrifying, but it would hurt.
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Post by nebula on Dec 11, 2010 7:19:40 GMT -5
The Pineco didn't seem much affected by the Psycho Cut; Cor's vertically aligned hand struck it, and seemed to bounce off the spikes. Had it damaged? Quinn wasn't quite sure. Cor stepped back a few paces, cocking his head as he tried to calculate the disposition of the Pineco in his head. The Pineco started to ripple into different colours; yellow, red, orange? What was it doing? Quinn was alarmed - she hadn't seen anything like this before, and didn't quite know how to react to it. Cor took the initiative and backed away, but his curiosity and intrigue pulled him naively towards the Pineco again. And then... BOOM
[/b]. The Pineco exploded into a burst of noise and vibration, knocking Cor backwards by several feet. What had it just done?! Quinn started to cough and hack at the smoke caught up in the air around her, slamming her forearm over her face to breath in a minimal amount of smoke. When the dust clouds had cleared away, and she could finally make out the scene around her, she saw the Pineco slumped on the floor, quite obviously fainted from the violent explosion. " Yes, Cor! We beat him." She smiled, before it dropped. " Cor?" And then she realised that her Meditite, too, was sprawled across the floor, not moving. To be fair, it had been his first battle; he wouldn't survive an explosion like that on his first try. Sighing, Quinn returned him back to his red-and-white vessel. He'd have to stay in there all day to recover. All... day? It didn't seem to be day anymore. The sun was sinking, sending splashes of oranges, purples and pinks streaking across the darkening sky. It really was quite beautiful; Quinn released Birthday, Ophelia, Helix and Target from their Pokeballs to watch the sunset. They sat in a clump on the side of the track, watching the sunset pleasantly; Ophelia sitting in a horse fashion beside Quinn, who had the little tadpole Target in her lap, with Birthday snuggled against her right arm, Helix hovering above the little family. They didn't speak a word until the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. " Okay, guys, let's find a place to spend the night." Quinn said softly, standing up with both Birthday and Target in her arms. With Ophelia's light to guide them, they came to a little empty patch of land just off the beaten track. Setting up a makeshift shelter of branches and leaves with the help of Ophelia's source of light, and Helix fixing the shelter every now and then with an extra length of branch or a wad of leaves. And then, Quinn recalled Helix and Birthday (purely because they were the most mischievous and would run off in the night), and snuggled into Ophelia's warm body, Target snoozing in her arms, and fell asleep. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by NOPE on Dec 11, 2010 15:35:03 GMT -5
Early in the morning, before the sun even had risen, a kricketot began playing music. It was an alluring melody, bound to attract Pokémon far and wide. Sure enough, all the nocturnal Pokémon gathered around him to listen to his sound. This also meant that, unfortunately for Ophelia, that they were nearby and may be threatening. The hoothoots hooted along with the music, the other kricketots felt jealous that they weren't that good, and the spoink just bounced up and down in time with the melody. After it ended, there was a hearty applause, making the kricketot blush. <"Oh my, you're too kind!"> The kricketot chirped, it was really a beautiful sight to behold. Mood: Happy Kricketot is holding a morning concerto!
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Post by nebula on Dec 12, 2010 6:21:09 GMT -5
Both Ophelia's and Target's gentle dreams were pierced by the notes of some sweet-sounding melody; both Pokemon opened their eyes drearily, their lids heavy. <...Wag?> Target mumbled wearily, not really wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of Quinn's arms. But the song... the song was somehow drawing him to the source. Ophelia gently dislodged herself from Quinn; the blonde, still in a deep sleep, slumped down onto the ground without the support of the fire horse. Ophelia, trotting backwards in alarm at her trainer's uncomfortable new position, quickly righted the human, pushing and nudging her with her nose until she was lying on her side, sleeping soundly still. Gosh. She didn't wake up that easily, did she? Target rolled out of Quinn's arms, before pulling himself onto his feet. Sadly, he started to plod towards the source of the noise. Ophelia clip-clopped close beside the tadpole, who had sunk into a depression ever since the decease of his previous trainer, Cleon. This song made him just slightly less depressed than his usual state, but still nowhere near happy. As Quinn slept on, the duo of Pokemon caught sight of a Kricketot holding a sort-of concert for the Pokemon of the forest. It was encircled by a horde of cheering Pokemon as it sung. Ophelia and Target joined the ring of Pokemon, slightly bemused, not quite knowing what to say or do. ::poliwag:: ::rapidash::
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Post by shirochigo on Dec 12, 2010 14:06:30 GMT -5
Starting at square one.
The Kricketot was about to play another song but he noticed two more Pokémon appeared in his audience. One was a large horse with a menacing looking mane made of fire and the other was a small tadpole with the saddest expression on his face. He walked towards them and politely bowed.
<"Welcome, friends. You're just in time for a morning concert. Won't you sit a listen?"> he asked. He was polite because of the Poliwag; he felt a bit of sympathy for him despite not even knowing why he was feeling that way.
Mood: Friendly - Kricketot welcomes Ophelia and Target to the concert. Stay and listen? (Y/N)
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Post by nebula on Dec 12, 2010 14:52:41 GMT -5
::rapidash:: ::poliwag:: OPHELIA AND TARGET Ophelia and Target glanced at each other. Should they stay? Neither of them were really that interested in a "morning concert". They'd much rather have stayed sleeping with Quinn, but the music was alluring and forced them to it, much like how a Jigglypuff could send someone to sleep with it's songs. Ophelia found herself approaching the Kricketot with a new idea. <Would you like to battle my good friend here?> She asked with an equal tone of politeness; she jerked her head back at the little tadpole. He needed a bit of strengthening up and, in his current depressed state, battled eased his mind away from depressing matters. Target nodded in agreement, letting Ophelia do the talking. He glanced back, where he caught the tiniest glimpse of blonde hair and pale flesh; Quinn was still soundly asleep. She might not even know he'd battled, if their battle was quick. What a pleasant surprise it'd be for her to wake up to a slightly stronger Poliwag! Ever since Cleon's demise, Target had been pouring all his wasted love into his trainer, and he desperately wanted to make her proud. And not just her. He wanted to keep the memory of Cleon proud; he didn't want to diminish into an insignificant, weak little Pokemon. Cleon had always encouraged him to get stronger, and he'd follow Cleon's teachings forever. <It probably won't be long. A few minutes, perhaps.> He piped up after Ophelia's words.
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Post by NOPE on Dec 12, 2010 16:38:23 GMT -5
The kricketot was perplexed; a battle? The rest of the wild pokemon had returned home to nap or rest or something like that. He pondered, maybe it would help inspire him musically? Yes, he liked that idea. He got up, waddling over to the two pokemon. He looked over the poliwag, looked fair.
<"I suppose, maybe you'll inspire me. Now, I'll allow you to move first."> The kricketot stood back, Biding in an attempt to wait for the upcoming onslaught he'd receive. He smiled, wondering what would happen.
::Kricketot:: Mood: Happy Kricketot uses Bide!
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