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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 18, 2010 15:45:52 GMT -5
<Ah. What a lovely day.> A soft, feminine voice interrupted the peaceful silence of the forest. She had only just emerged from a small hole in a tree, having dug into it herself to find the most delicious sap. After plenty of work, it eventually turned into a den. She smiled with a content look in her eyes, not phased by the cold breeze that blew by.
Autumn was her favorite season, and this was only her second time experiencing it. She was proud to be one of the older Pokemon around here, especially because it meant that she could give advice when they needed it the most. Sometimes, when she looked up at the colors of the changing leaves, it reminded her of herself. She was always changing, and it was fun to notice how much different she was from the year before.
<Human walks slowly. Having doll within his hands. Mystery unsolved.> She thought about her haiku slowly, wondering if it had the right amount of syllables. She shrugged, not caring too much about such details. Her form would've been visible when Silva walked by, if he noticed her voice.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 18, 2010 17:15:33 GMT -5
Silva hadn't seen the other, but he had heard a chirping sort of sound. He stopped and looked down, seeing the little ground bug. "Oh, hello there." He said quietly. "You're a new sight..." He took out his pokedex and aimed it at the other. "Oh, right...it's broken." He muttered, pocketing it again and bending down gently. "What'cha name, little one?" He inquired. Shroomish joined beside him, blinking at the other. >Hello.< He said bubbly and absent as ever.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 18, 2010 23:08:10 GMT -5
Nincada blinked as the human noticed her. >Nincada,< she said softly, one eye on the humans and the other on the Shroomish that appeared to be accompanying him. She was wary and cautious of the human, as any Pokemon would be. But unlike most, she wasn't afraid. She could defend herself if need be, and this human didn't seem to want to do her any harm, or he surely would have done so already. >So what brings you here?< she asked calmly, settling herself on a patch of dry autumn leaves that had recently fallen and making herself comfortable. >I assume you are a new Pokemon Trainer. Or perhaps a Coordinator?< She tilted her head to one side. Humans intrigued her. They didn't have one purpose and a simple life, as many Pokemon would. Their possibilities were infinite. ::nincada:: Mood: Relaxed. Curious.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 22, 2010 7:19:17 GMT -5
Leon examined the little bug. He'd never seen anything like her before. "Nincada, eh?" He responded. He was pleased to see the other making herself comfortable on the leaves.
Shroomish giggled. >Oh, he's not a trainer. Coordinator, I'd say. Doesn't know a thing about fighting.< He explained. >But he's very kind and he saved me from some horrible, horrible Spearow.< The bubbly Shroomish explained with a gentle smile.
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Post by spade on Nov 22, 2010 12:45:24 GMT -5
Being a bug-type Pokemon, Nincada could well understand the threat of a bird type. Plenty of times had she been forced to fight off such a foe from her nest, though luckily each of these battles had seen her own victory. Granted, she tended to avoid battles rather than encourage them. Those who had insisted on fighting, however, had been overpowered. She was a worthy foe even for a predator. But still, there was always the threat of a more powerful bird, or group of ferocious individuals.
<Fury fills the heart / Of each and every Spearow / For all of time,> she replied, again not particularly minding if her haiku was a syllable or two off. It was more than most Pokemon could do, in any case. <I am glad to see that you are okay, young one. Even a good Coordinator can handle fiends like those birds.> The insect's small eyes examined Silva with approval. A fine human this seemed to be, though she had yet to really hear much of his -- her? -- own voice. Still, the word of a Pokemon was good. She settled herself further in her bed of leaves.
::nincada:: Nincada is feeling relaxed, curious, and understanding.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 22, 2010 13:11:55 GMT -5
Silva watched his Shroomish chatter merrily with the Nincada. The two seemed to be getting on well without Silva's help. Silva decided that the leaves did indeed look comfortable and sat himself down in a bed of his own.
"Might as well take a little break. We've been running all the while." He decided, taking out a water bottle, drinking from it. Then he poured some water over Shroomish, who looked healthier and happier from it. He poured some in a his hand and offered Nincada to drink from it.
"This is a nice, quiet place." He said with a sigh, humming gently to himself. When Nincada finished, he took out his mandolin and sat it in his lap.
Oh, there're sober men and plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl. But give me a ramblin' rover, Frae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country over And together we'll face the world.
There's many that feign enjoyment From merciless employment, Their ambition was this deployment From the minute they left the school. And they save and scrape and ponder While the rest go out and squander, See the world and rove and wander And are happier as a rule.
Oh, there're sober men and plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl. But give me a ramblin' rover, Frae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country over And together we'll face the world.
The song was like a charm. Silva's voice was like a charm. On Shroomish, it had a deeply soothing effect. He had never seen this side of Silva, but he could not say he disliked it! Maybe this guy would indeed become a great coordinator. He dozed away, dreaming of singing like Silva. The Ramblin' Rover:
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 23, 2010 3:18:32 GMT -5
Nincada closed her eyes, head tilting back and forwards and from side to side at the strumming of the mandolin and the added melody of Silva's voice. She didn't speak, but it was clear she enjoyed it. >I must say, that was a pleasure to listen to.< Nincada stretched her legs and looked up at Silva. >My poetry is often tuneless, so it was quite... refreshing to hear another's artistic talents.<Standing as she stretched her legs, she soons ettled back down on the leaves again. >He sounds very brave,< she murmured, tilting her head to one side. >As a Coordinator, I hear you place a great emphasis on elegance and grace, correct?< asked the Nincada curiously. Her contact with the outside world was minimal, and in her mind knowledge was power. ::nincada::
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Post by Yvon on Nov 23, 2010 8:05:09 GMT -5
The Nincada was chattering merrily at Silva, and though Silva didn't quite understand him, he nodded politely in return.
"I think Shroomish wouldn't be a very good dancer, but he's quite a strong fighter. We also just caught a Buizel. I'm sure he'd make a very fine dancer." Silva mused.
He realized he had caught the Buizel in a heal ball, which meant the little otter would be back at hull health. He released the critter from the ball.
::buizel::
>Hello world!< He cried merrily. He curiously looked from Silva to Nincada to Shroomish, then he patted Shroomish on the head. >A very good battle that was. I liked your hide-and-seek strategy.<
::shroomish::
Shroomish was as oblivious was usual, blinking at Buizel, vaguely wondering where he'd come from and why he was suddenly so healthy. >Why, thank you.< He replied.
Silva smiled, liking how well behaved his Pokemon were. He turned to Nincada. "Do share another one of your Nin-wisdoms." He requested friendly. All he heard was 'nin ninca cada nin', but it sounded like it was important to the Nincada, so he played along with a sweet smile.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 23, 2010 22:40:26 GMT -5
::nincada:: Pokemon encounter ! Nincada was pleased that this artist had decided to invite a few friends to join their lovely discussion. It was delightful that she was getting to know so many wonderful pokemon. Perhaps it was a reward for going out on a walk on such a beautiful day.
It was even more pleasing that the human requested another tidbit of poetry. <If you insist,> Replied the Nincada, a sweet, modest blush adorning her features.
<Water and fire, opposites never attract. Forbidden lovers.> Said the Nincada, looking rather solemn, as if she really did believe that the two elements were lovers unrequited.
TUNES|| Kirby's Epic Yarn - Green Greens TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| :> [/size]
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Post by Yvon on Nov 24, 2010 15:37:55 GMT -5
The reactions were mixed. Shroomish looked dazed and followed a spot on dust on his eyes with a quiet >Woo...<
Buizel bounced up and down, nodding merrily. >Water is my favorite.< He stated.
And Silva applauded softly, though he had no idea what Nincada's verse had been about. He smiled at the little bug. "What a fine poet. Don't you want to come with us? I could use a philosophical thinker in my team." He offered with sparkles in his light eyes.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 24, 2010 22:32:44 GMT -5
As much as the human tried to emulate his own Pokemon's ability to understand her, she could sense that he wasn't quite in tune with her. Buizel perhaps had some degree of understanding, but the Shroomish looked confused. At least, she figured, he understood her words and was trying to get it.
Despite all of that, the group was far from listless, still showing enough interest in her words to make her their companion. What a joyous thought that would've been. Would she want to go with them though? She scratched her claws together, thinking the proposition through. She was always rather comfy here, but her mind felt restrained, as if she could never fully express herself.
< I think I would like that.> She responded with a smile, or at least the best a Nincada like her could offer. She slowly approached Silva, as if she wasn't sure what was required of her now.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 25, 2010 8:07:49 GMT -5
Silva was eager to see the Nincada had accepted. He smiled and held out his hand as the Nincada came towards him, letting her sit on his arm. Her skin was rugged, but her tiny wings were amazingly soft and fragile. Silva dug his free hand through his robes and took out a pokeball.
Shroomish looked up curiously and smiled. >A new friend...how nice.<
And Buizel climbed up Silva's back and clung to his shoulder, peeking past his head. >Welcome, welcome!< He tittered, overjoywed.
Silva held out the pokeball to Nincada so she could push the button with her claw or head to open it.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 25, 2010 11:47:11 GMT -5
The Nincada was pleased when Silva allowed her access to his shoulder, having a fondness for high places despite being a ground type. As she was carried up, she couldn't help but giggle when she was suddenly taller than his two companions. She tried to think of a haiku to suit the moment, but nothing came to her. She was simply happy to have found such nice friends.
When the Pokeball tapped her, the sparks didn't phase her in the slightest. It was one of the smoothest captures ever, actually. Within one shake, she was accepted into its depths.
Silva Gets:
::nincada:: Nincada Level: 9 Gender: Female Ability: Compoundeyes Attacks: Scratch, Harden, Leech Life, Sand Attack Personality: Gentle. A Poet. Enjoys Haikus.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 25, 2010 14:36:51 GMT -5
Silva smiled as he held the now heavier pokeball holding Nincada. What a fine addition to his party.
He considered his new friends thoughtfully.
::shroomish:: Shroomish, who he had saved from the Spearow. A little slow, but proving a fine fighter when duelling water types.
::buizel:: Buizel, who was still curling around his shoulders. The real clown, playful and active. His speed and agility were unmatched and Silva had great plans for him as a dancer.
::slowpoke:: The Slowpoke who had traded for Hoothoot. The thing was dull and slow, but he knew this of Slowpokes. He did know Slowpokes real potential in psychic abilities. If they grew and Slowpoke elvolved, he could really become strong.
::nincada:: And now this charming little lady. Her clever mind and sharp wits would surely help Silva. Though she may lack physical strength, and Silva had no idea whatever she evolved into, he was sure she'd be of use.
And then there was one missing. Sentret. His first pokemon. He had spend so little time with him, but still felt he really cared about the little racoon. He'd been so brave to have stood up against Blaze, even though he knew he'd lose.
::sentret::
Silva nodded and gathered his friends around him. "Alright then, lets save Sentret." He spoke.
OOC:: Silva goes to Electric City to save Sentret. Afterwards, he returns here to search for more Pokemon. The following bit describes that. It was early in the morning as Silva returned to Route 1. He and his pokemon were well rested and he was ready for the new day.
Buizel was hanging around his shoulder, which he seemed to have claimed as his new favorite spot to be. "Alright Buizel, we're going to look for a Chatot! My family owns a few, and they're the most amazing singers. A Chatot would be perfect for our team." He explained. Then he blabbered on about Chatot's appearance. He tried to eplain what a Chatot sounded like, but then he realized he didn't quite know. They could imitate any sound, as it were.
Silva took out his transverse flute and played a little tune, hoping the pure music would lure a Chatot.
[[Silva used a flute to attract pokemon!]]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 25, 2010 20:02:00 GMT -5
<Well excuse ME for having female friends.>
<Friends? Friends?! You've got to be kidding me. You don't treat them like friends.>
<What are you talking about? You're just being jealous, ignorant, and...stuff.>
A male and female's voice rose above the sound of the flute as they walked along the path, side by side. The blue one had merely asked to have 'a talk' with the potential mate that had been trying to woo her, but then it escalated into a full blown fight. The fact that the female didn't trust him had hurt enough, but the fact that her accusations had been true freaked him out even more.
<I don't believe you. No man has that many girlfriends!> The Nidoran argued, getting a little too close to the male's head. His horn was only centimeters away from her face, yet he restrained himself from using it.
The male wished he could've been listless to the situation and just go back to those other girls, but this Nidoran was way prettier. He couldn't leave her side that easily. <Aw, baby. Don't talk like that.> He whined, trying to be cute as the pair walked right by Silva, oblivious to his presence.
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Post by Yvon on Nov 26, 2010 12:42:25 GMT -5
Silva lowered his flute as the barrage of high and low pitched 'Nido, Nidoran, ran, Nido' came at him.
"Nidoran?" He wondered, looking down at his feet. "Oh wow...adorable..." He mused. as he looked over the pink and blue big eared rodents.
Buizel beat him to saying a welcome. He leaped from Silva's shoulder and pushed himself between the two Nidoran. >Hello. What game are you playing? I want to join!< He said, cheery as always.
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Post by Dracken on Nov 26, 2010 12:52:16 GMT -5
The Nidoran looked at the Pokemon and Trainer. The female scoffed. <We're not playing a game, we're having a nice long talk about loyalty.> The male rolled his eyes. <Come on, hun, don't be like this! I promise you I wont ever hang around with them again.> He begged his little sweet heart. She just gave him the cold shoulder. <You should have known though!> She complained.
The two went back and forth with yapping about. They really needed to see a counselor or something.
::nidoranm:: ::nidoranf::
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Post by Yvon on Nov 26, 2010 13:16:04 GMT -5
Buizel looked from one to the other, then wrapped his arm around the male Nidoran and whispered in his large ear.
>Psst...You know what. You fight me and win her love if you win!< He said with a wink.
Then, without waiting for a reply, he pretending to be a big mean angry Buizel. He jumped back and forth like an upset boxer, sneering loudly.
[[Buizel used Growl!]]
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Post by Dracken on Nov 26, 2010 13:31:27 GMT -5
Oh what was this? Was her mate for life battling for her life? <Oh, you're really battling for me? How romantic!> She exclaimed, giving her lover a peck on the cheek before he went into battle.
The Nidoran blinked. Well, it wasn't that bad of an idea now was it? He turned and nodded. <Alright, let's go!> He said. His small horn glowed slightly as he went in for a Peck attack. It was a battle for love.
::nidoranf::
::nidoranm::
used Peck!
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Post by Yvon on Nov 26, 2010 17:52:37 GMT -5
::Buizel::
Oh, Buizel liked this game! Silva realized what Buizel was doing and decided to watch the two fight for love. Ah, how romantic. He joined the female Nidoran to watch and cheer. "Oh, what a dashing mate you have there~" He mused.
Buizel's quick speed was not quick enough. The sharp horn struck him and he tumbled backwards. But Buizel was not about to let Nidoran get off with an easy win, no no! He returned with a sharp propelling movement in the air, releasing a wave of energy at the Nidoran.
[[Buizel used Sonic Boom!]]
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