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Post by Yvon on Oct 7, 2010 14:34:03 GMT -5
After leaving the Ranger station, Silva went down to what was marked as 'La Premiere Route'. The first step for new trainers.
Since it was starting to get dark and cold, he put on his cloak and vest, as well as his sandals. He didn't feel like stepping on rocks or waste in the dark. He set his newly caught Sentret free from his pokeball, deciding he better befriend his new Pokémon. But the Sentret was cautious of his new trainer. "Sen...?" He asked, by all means wondering where it was and who his new trainer was. The last thing he remembered was being whacked on the head by a trigger happy Whismur.
But Silva smiled gently at him. "Hey there, little Sentret. My name is Silva. I hope that Whismur wasn't too hard on you. I'm starting my Pokémon journey...I was hoping you'd come along with me. As a friend and companion, you know?"
The Sentret didn't understand much of that, but the other seemed sweet enough, so he nodded and puffed up his chest to show the other what an awesome Pokémon he was.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 7, 2010 15:29:29 GMT -5
At night many pokemon many pokemon left the open path of the route, or the glens and hallows of the forest for their homes. Whether they went to their homes in trees, burrows, caves, shrubs, or even the occasional trash can, the pokemon retreated for a nights sleep. Tomorrow would bring another day of surviving capture of a trainer or surviving being eaten by the predatory animals on the route.
There were however a few nocturnal pokemon. A few pokemon that preferred the night air with the moon rather then the bright day with the blazing sun. This pokemon was not exception to the dislike of the sunny days.
The Hoothoot stretched it's wings and 'cooed' softly to itself as it awoke from it's day long sleep. Now that it was away though it could see to find a few Rattata that were still dragging their paws home. Usually their were a few stragglers littered about the route.
The flying type took to the sky, flying across the open air over the path where Silva was walking. Red eyes lingered on the human, not used to seeing trainers so late into the night. Typically they camped out by now, wanted to rest for the next day. The sight was so strange to the bird that it felt the need to fly over and ask just why the male was awake. <Excuse me, why are you awake so late in the night?>
[/color] ::hoothoot:: [/center][/size]
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Post by Yvon on Oct 7, 2010 16:06:16 GMT -5
Silva jumped as the little owl landed on the path in front of them. Even though it was not fully dark yet, this owl seemed to have awaken early.
Silva took this opportunity to take out his pokedex and aim it at the little owl. //Hoothoot, the owl pokemon. It always stands on one foot. It changes feet so fast, the movement can rarely be seen. It has an internal organ that senses the earth's rotation. Using this special organ, a Hoothoot begins hooting at precisely the same time every day. Some trainers use them in place of clocks.//
"What an odd thing to do." Silva mused, enjoying this pokemon with its huge unblinking eyes. Sentret however, would have none of this. /He/ was the Silva's number 1 pokemon, and he wouldn't have any silly owls taking that place. Puffing himself up, he dashed forward and scratched Hoothoot with his sharp nails.
[[Sentret used Scratch!]]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 7, 2010 16:45:39 GMT -5
The Hoothoot was caught of balance at the sudden hostility that was brought forth out of the shadows of the night. Where did it come from? Why? He was so forcefully scratched that he ended up falling over on his tushie, and with a pained squeak tried to rub the aching wound. The bird wasn't to be deterred from this not so scary bit of force, and was more than eager to prove that he was just as strong. With a sharp, 'I'll make your ear's bleed' cry, the Hoothoot let out an annoying Growl attack at the Sentret.
<That wasn't kind! Shame! Shame! Have retribution on your soul!> The Hoothoot called out in a devilish tone, ready to make the Sentret pay for what he had done. Hey, you couldn't expect all Wild Pokemon to be nice and tame. They had an instinct to fight back, and by golly, he was going to fight back with a kick!
<Charge!> He meant what he said, charging towards the Sentret as if his body was a battering ram. A Tackle ought to put this furry creature in his place. If not that, there was plenty more where that came from!
::hoothoot::
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Post by Yvon on Oct 8, 2010 16:01:40 GMT -5
"Oh dear, what's this fight all about now?" Silva gasped, having no clue what the trouble between the two Pokémon was. Maybe because they (used) to share the same area? Silva scratched his head, knowing interrupting the battle might lead to him getting wounded. He didn't realize he could withdraw Sentret in his pokeball.
The growl made Sentret more cautious. Maybe a direct attack on the other wasn't the best option here. His eyes narrowed as he saw the Hoothoot charge at him. It was too late to avoid, so he braced himself as he took the hit [Sentret took damage from the tackle]
Using his tail to force himself off the ground like a loaded spring, he leaped up in an attempt to force Hoothoot to the ground. [Sentret jumped and used scratch!]
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Post by (ノಠ益ಠ on Oct 8, 2010 18:11:10 GMT -5
NOTES; :) MUSE; N/A TAGS; Yvon, Mods POKEMON; Hoothoot (M)
Though he still didn't quite understand why the furry idiot had attacked him in the first place, Hoothoot let out a screech of rage as the Scratch attack hit him yet again. <Really?> he cried, obviously offended by such awful behavior. Had the trainer ordered the Pokemon to attack with some sort of signal? Suddenly suspicious, the nocturnal Pokemon fixed Silva with a questioning glare, wondering what he could possibly be up to.
Confused or not, fighting instinct was still there, and it was going to take more than a couple scratches to knock him down and out of the match. Fluffing up his feathers in obvious anger, he growled fiercely at his opponent, then lunged in a hard tackle. He'd show them that he knew how to fight! He had no idea, of course, that Silva had no clue what was going on, and so he didn't even consider stopping and leaving quickly. He also didn't consider the idea that the Sentret could best him. Then again, that was hardly a helpful thought in battle, so perhaps the latter was a good thing, rather than a negative one.
::hoothoot:: Hoothoot used Growl and Tackle!
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Post by Yvon on Oct 9, 2010 13:42:50 GMT -5
Silva was rather stunned, never having watched a Pokémon fight get this angry. Body to body. Back at home, the Pokémon played rough and 'fought', but nothing this violent.
Sentret was not about to quit either, eyes narrowing as he bared his teeth to the owl. He cleverly avoided Hoothoot's tackle and countered the owl's moment of imbalance with yet another scratch.
[Sentret dodged, then used scratch!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 9, 2010 14:45:24 GMT -5
Dodging? DODGING?! How dare the furry menace dodge his tackling bulk of retribution! Hoothoot wasn't happy at this reaction to his attack, and was even less amused by the scratch that hit his feathery side, raking tough brown feathers from his wings and scattering them on the autumn breeze. He didn't have to just sit here and take this! That furry Sentret had started it, but it would be he that would finish it! Diving down in another tackle attack, Hoothoot aimed for the Sentret's torso this time. ::hoothoot:: Hoothoot has been weakened. Attempt capture or continue fighting?
Hoothoot used Tackle.
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Post by Yvon on Oct 9, 2010 14:54:35 GMT -5
Before hoothoot's attack could hit target, Silva remembered the lesson of the Poke Ranger. Just throw a pokeball right? Maybe this was a good way to end the fight. Then, neither Sentret or Hoothoot would have won the fight.
So, before Hoothoot had a chance to fully tackle Sentret, Silva tossed an empty pokeball at Hoothoot. Not the best aim, but close enough, he figured.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 9, 2010 18:43:48 GMT -5
::hoothoot:: Pkmn battle ! Hoothoot gave a cry of surprise when the trainer took a chance and flung a pokeball at him, flapping his wings to avoid the coming pokeball but just barely being tapped on his foot. The bewildered bird was swallowed up in the red sphere, hardly realizing what was going on until he saw the glowing inner shell of what he was trapped inside.
Freedom appealed to the owl far more than the confines of a red and white cage, lending reason for him to attempt to break out. It took a lot of effort to escape, but at last it was done; the avian left the little sphere and reappeared back onto the willowy grass. Due to the unsuccessful capture, the emptied pokeball bounced back towards Silva. Panting with exhaustion from his battle with the pokeball's innards, it took quite a bit before the avian flapped towards the sentret once more.
The bird was quite drowsy from his loss of energy, however, which affected his speed and accuracy in his attempt to crash into his foe.
Hoothoot used Tackle. Hoothoot is weak - attempt capture?
> TUNES none > TAGS Modded ! > OOC none [/size]
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Post by Yvon on Oct 10, 2010 8:52:55 GMT -5
"YAOUW!" Silva screamed as the rebounding pokeball smacked him on the nose. He tumbled over and rubbed his nose. "That hurt..." He whimpered.
Meanwhile, Sentret's feud against Hoothoot had not lessened. The fact that it hadn't been caught only meant he had another chance to beat the other up! Eager to plan his next move, Sentret didn't notice the others tackle and took damage from it. Weakened, but not less angry, he fluffed up his fur to create a barrier from the others attack [Sentret used defence curl!]
Then his started glowing as he focused on the enemy. Fixating on Hoothoot, he made sure his next attack would not miss. [Sentret used Foresight] OOC: Is it possible to use two non-damage dealing attacks in one turn? Arionne's edit;; sure
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 10, 2010 15:57:56 GMT -5
::hoothoot:: Pkmn encounter ! Hoothoot flapped backwards after successfully landing his Tackle against Sentret, panting all the while. This battle was doing quite a number on his energy. It wouldn't be long before he dropped, he thought anxiously.
The owl was bracing himself as he watched the Sentret begin executing moves. However, these were both non-offensive attacks, he realized when he saw that the glowing sentret had not advanced towards him or fired off a beam or anything fancy like that. His prepared-ness was all in vain, it seemed.
Giving a hoot of a sigh, the hoothoot flapped his wings and zoomed toward his squirrel-like foe, his intent to slam his body into him.
Hoothoot used Tackle on Sentret.
> TUNES none > TAGS Modded ! > OOC none [/size]
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Post by Yvon on Oct 13, 2010 14:13:06 GMT -5
But Sentret was not about to let this Hoothoot get the better of him. When Hoothoot's body slammed into him, he landed as soft as he could. He climbed back up...this was really stretching himself. Puffing heavily, he swung his tail backwards and glared at Hoothoot. He had worked up to this point, and was not about to give up. He had one last trump card. His last resort.
His body radiated with power as he used his strongest attack. Most likely the strongest he would ever use. Something past down from Furret to Sentret.
He dashed forward with pure determination- straight at the enemy Hoothoot.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 13, 2010 15:11:58 GMT -5
The move startled Hoothoot, and with a gasp, he atempted to dodge but only succeeded in allowing his injured side to take another hit. With a pained hoot, he was slammed painfully to the ground to land on his side. Looking at the Sentret with clear derision, now mixed with pain, he felt his consciousness slipping away as he managed to chirp out an almost inaudible: >How rude... Shame on you. Shame on you. Never in all my life... before he gave in to the encroaching darkness and was quiet, save for the occasional breath. The exhalation was always a hoot, which would doubtless amuse any passers. ::hoothoot:: Hoothoot has fainted. Sentret gains a level.[/I[
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Post by Yvon on Oct 13, 2010 15:42:37 GMT -5
::sentret:: Sentret gave a joyful woo as he emerged victorious. He puffed himself up and tried to impress Silva.
Silva was less happy with the course of action. "Poor Hoothoot..." He muttered. He sighed and noticed his Pokémon was becoming agitated with the lack of compliments. Silva considered his options a moment.
"Well done Sentret. That last attack was really impressive." He said, lowering himself to pet Sentret. But he wouldn't allow it, slinking away from the hand. He wasn't some baby being petted! He was a warrior.
"Alright then, let's make Hoothoot our new partner, shall we?" Silva said. Not something Sentet was too eager about. But what could he do? Silva took the empty pokeball again and tossed it at the knocked out Hoothoot.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 13, 2010 16:35:40 GMT -5
As the Pokeball enlarged itself, the Hoothoot struggled to get a good look at what was going on. Already his conciousness was returning, and he could see a red and white sphere getting closer to him. Not understanding what was going on, and instead resting in still silence, he was easily trapped inside of the Pokeball. The contraption shook several times, since the bird never was one for being trapped in a cage, but it all became futile.
His entire body ached from the beating, and it didn't seem to be a thing worth fighting. He heard some good things about trainers and what they did, and he had been bored these days. This could prove to be interesting if the fowl decided to stick around a little.
You Caught a Hoothoot!
Level: 6 Gender: Male Abilities: { Insomnia + Keen Eye } Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Foresight
And You Lose a Pokeball. haha [/center]
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Post by Yvon on Oct 13, 2010 16:54:18 GMT -5
Silva hopped over and picked up the pokeball containing his Hoothoot. "Wow, I caught my first Pokémon." He mused, examining the change in weight in the ball. He could see the resting Hoothoot inside if he looked through the transparent button. "You rest, Hoothoot. You deserve it." He mused.
"Well, Sentret, how about we camp for the night? But maybe we should backtrack a bit. After all, we don't want to run into any of Hoothoot's family members." He decided, wondering if there were any camp spots around here where he could set up a makeshift tent and rest for the night.
The morning was cold and damp, and Silva hadn't slept as much as he had wanted to. He was, however, pleased to find that Sentret had curled himself up against his chest for warmth. When Silva roused, he quickly rose as well, pretending to not have done that. He was an awesome warrior, after all. Not mommy's baby.
Silva wrapped himself in a blanket and set to unpacking the food he had brought. It was all basic, though nutritious. He opened a can of pokefood (which smelled awfully similar to catfood) and set it down before Sentret. Sentret merely blinked. What the heck was that supposed to be?!
Spirit Edit: Double posting is a no-no. ;o
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 13, 2010 21:09:40 GMT -5
Oof. Oof. Oof. Ow. A young Shroomish glanced behind him nervously, as if positive that something was following him. Feeling unconvinced even though the coast was clear, he pretended to appear normal for the time being. Several wounds were on his body; cuts and scrapes, but nothing too serious.
Instead, it was the mental damage that truly frightened him. He sighed dolefully as he thought about the tragic death of his best friend. A Sunkern, as cute as a baby tree just popping out of the earth. Those damn birds had to eat her, and he sensed that they were after him. He wasn't going to let anyone know about it, oh no, that was his secret. He had been sneaking around since early morning though, and he was growing weary with hunger.
His nose sniffed at the air, sensing a funny scent that roused his hunger. Could it be...edible? Curious, the plant cautiously trailed ahead and poked behind a tree, trying to get a look at the situation. A Trainer and a Sentret, huh? Nothing too scary. Sure, it hurt his pride, but he was going to beg. Ugh. He walked forward, faking a cough to get the Sentret's attention. <Can I have some of that?> He asked, trying to appear indifferent, though he reallllly wanted that meal.
::shroomish::
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Post by Yvon on Oct 14, 2010 8:43:36 GMT -5
::sentret:: Silva curiously looked up as the Shroomish came out from the bushes towards them. Never having seen one like it, Silva took out his pokedex and aimed it at the new arrival.
//Shroomish live in damp soil in the dark depths of forests. They are often found keeping still under fallen leaves. This Pokémon feeds on compost that is made up of fallen, rotted leaves.//
Sentret was not about to share his well earned pokefood. After all, it was /he/ who had beaten Hoothoot, not this silly mushroom thing. Before soon, he'd have to share with every single plant in the forest. Sentret glared angry at Shroomish and puffed himself up protectively over his food.
"Oh Sentret, don't be like that, can't you see it's hurt?" Silva replied with a frown, taking out a few pebbles of dry pokefood and holding it out for the other, nudging him to come closer.
But what had attacked it? Hopefully, it wasn't big and heading this way....
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 14, 2010 18:22:48 GMT -5
<W-well I don't like it anymore than you. But no tame Pokémon would understand that.> He growled, imagining that the thing probably slept with his 'daddy' at night. Peh. What a spoiled life it must be, where you didn't have to rely on instincts and survival skills. He wouldn't even be asking for food in the first place if he didn't absolutely need the energy. Catching the trainer's kind words, he cracked out a small smile at the guy. Looks like someone here had a soul after all.
<Don't mind if I do.> He chuckled happily as he munched up some of the soft pellets, getting just close enough for the trainer to pet him. As long as he kept food in his hand, he didn't mind the close contact. It was better than being pecked at, and besides, if a Pokeball was thrown, he was still strong enough to fight.
<Cute house, fluffy.> He grinned, turning to the Sentret with a teasing expression. Getting overruled by his trainer, and watching someone else eat good food? Oh, he was sure that he wasn't making any friends right now. Occasionally he flinched when he heard some rustle in the bushes, worried that someone would come out and get him, but it was always the wind brushing by.
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