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Post by Warr on Dec 7, 2010 6:22:04 GMT -5
There were two things which came to mind as Warren arrived upon the scene with Scuttlebutt. The first, that he might need to have Scuttlebutt return to his Pokeball. Bird Pokemon had tried to eat the little bug over and over again as far as his trainer knew; this couldn't do, not at all. The second, was that he'd love to have a Wingull on his team. He didn't know what kind of personality it had, but it was a water type, and a flying type. He had gotten along with his father's Wingulls, so figured this would be the case too. Scuttlebutt, however. He didn't wait for his trainer to respond, charging forward and leaping off of Warren's shoulder in a crazy lunge attack. As the good luck charm Warren had tied to the Weedle bobbed back and forth, the Weedle must've looked odd, a purple arrow like barb dangling as the Weedle dived towards the Wingull. Scuttlebutt had intent to use Poison Sting on the Wingull, and Warren had already grabbed Scrapheap's Pokeball and rubbed it, throwing it to allow the Magnemite access. Wingull was really weak against electric types. The trainer would've sweat dropped out of shock at the sight of his Weedle just charging into battle, if he wasn't so worried about him. He brushed his hand against his Orange hoodie in nervousness in the seconds as his Weedle charged. ::Weedle:: Used Poison Sting on Wingull. Mood quote: “OHNOYOUDIDNOTWINGULL. EAT POISON STING.”
::Magnemite:: Let out of Pokeball. Mood quote: “Battle again... against another bird? Why is Scuttlebutt charging? Useless Weedle.”
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 7, 2010 11:38:04 GMT -5
Wingull cawed in pain as the poison sting struck his chest and wings, and a red sliver of gibbed Wurmple meat dropped to the ground with a grotesque squelch, a small pool of blood spreading from its landing point and towards Rattata's feet. Rattata cried out in disgust and stepped back as Wingull elegantly took to the skies to observe his attackers, glaring down at the Weedle and Magnemite with a malicious, scheming expression in his small, beady eyes. That Magnemite would be inedible, but he could certainly go for a dessert of Weedle. "You go for the Magnemite," demanded Wingull of his lifelong friend- as he liked to think, though the Rattata was more of a slave than a friend. All his short life he had been the lackey of this Wingull, but it wasn't like he had any other choice. He scrunched his eyes shut and rushed at the Magnemite in a Tackle. Meanwhile, Wingull set his sights on the fat, scrumptious Weedle, letting out a high pitched cry to incapacitate his would be meal. A poison Weedle would be a risky battle. Best to make it as easy for himself as possible, no? Wingull used Supersonic on Scuttlebutt.
Rattata used Tackle on Scrapheap. [/B]
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Post by anemonetheend on Dec 7, 2010 18:44:37 GMT -5
Grey had waited long enough. The disgusting sight of a partially eaten Wurmple had surprised her. But now, she'd recovered. Atreus looked at her longingly. She fed him the rare candy, and sent him out. "Atreus, Ember! Burn that Rattata! Protect Big Brother's Poke'mon!" she shouted, pointing as they jumped from the bushes like ninja's. "DOOOOUR!!!" he pounced out, hitting the ground hard and using the spring motion to push himself at the face of the rat poke'mon. >You're going down RAT!< he opened his mouth as he got close, giving him a close range ember into it's ear. "Sorry about that Onii-san. I'm not used to seeing that." she shivered off the last of her doubts, just as a poke'ball fell from the heavens and hit her straight on the head. "Ow!" The fearow crowed and seemed to wink at her as he flew off. She instantly knew it was her dad's poke'mon, simply by his trademark wink that he taught all his poke'mon. Maybe she should have a trademark move for her poke'mon...maybe a victory pose...but then Atreus wouldn't be able to do it. OH MY GOSH! She had to get back on track. "Atreus, keep that Rattata away, and watch out for the Wingull, he's a water type. He's your biggest enemy!" ::::Atreus:::: Rare Candy eaten, now level 2
Ember, used on Rattata
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Post by Warr on Dec 7, 2010 19:13:55 GMT -5
Warren was quicker of thought than the Wingull assumed, and after a supersonic attack from Zubat onto his Pokemon before, he had no intent to fall for the same thing, or to get Scuttlebutt in unnecessary danger. A quick grab at his belt and the steely blue eyed young man had the Pokeball which was Scuttlebutt's in his hand, clearly noticeable from the Orange Weedle sticker upon it. Gesturing his hand towards Scuttlebutt, who wobbled upon his pods at the moment, utterly confused, he spoke simply and quickly, commanding his first true Pokemon. “Return, Scuttlebutt!” and the hairy bug was swallowed up by the light of its Pokeball, and quickly placed back at Warren's belt. The trainer nodded towards the Wingull, disgusted at its actions and its choice of food. There was no way he was not going to catch this Pokemon and reform it. He needed a water type, and he also was more than a little pissed off at another bird Pokemon threatening to eat Scuttlebutt or attempting to. The trainer gave a pointing gesture towards the Wingull, turning his gaze to Scrapheap, which had moved to dodge the attempt at a high flying tackel from the Ratatta, in no part without thanks to Atreus' ember attack. The Magenmite floated there, almost twitching with battle fever as it continued waiting for a command. The trainer threw the final of the special sweets, rare candies in his pocket- towards the magnet pokemon, which was floating and caught it, making it disappear through a digitized mechanism which Warren couldn't quite understand. The trainer nodded, shouting his orders. “Scrapheap, float towards that Wingull and try to Thundershock it from midrange!” ::Weedle:: Returned.
::Magnemite:: Using Thundershock on Wingull.
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Post by Dracken on Dec 8, 2010 11:45:19 GMT -5
<Alright, that's enoooooooough!> The Wingull was saying as he was shocked by the Thundershock. The pain run through his body as the electric ran through him. After it was over he fell to the ground. Ouch, that took a lot out of him. She struggled to get up but just flopped back down again. Stupid electric Pokemon. Was his last thought before he fainted.
The Rattata gasped as his friend went down, he was about to head over to help when he felt a hot feeling on his hind. He looked down to see his butt was on fire. <ACK!! GET IT OFF!> he yelled as he ran back and forth, trying to put it out. As he was doing he was trying to Tackle the Houndour as he went.
::wingull:: fainted Scuttlebutt and Scrapheap gain +.5 lvs
::rattata::
used Tackle on Atreus
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Post by anemonetheend on Dec 8, 2010 16:36:30 GMT -5
Atreus watched the Rattata run around and laughed, almost getting hit by the rat poke'mon as he did so. However, he was sure the pain made him less accurate. >The proper method is stop, drop, and roll, stupid.< he laughed and he hopping out the rat's way again. Grey was also amused by the small rat's tactics. At the same time, she was proud of her brother for being so awesome as to beat the Wingull so easily. Maybe they should battle, then she could be as awesome as him. Looking back at her own beloved poke'mon, her eyes shined with new resolve. "Atreus, do it again! This time, give'em a nice leer while you're doing it!" Grey shouted, pointing as the Rattata ran around. The dark poke'mon nodded and gave a little bark before running in front of it, his eyes glowing slightly with a glare, and he shot flaming hot embers into his face. He also knew that he wouldn't have time to get out of the way, and tensed his muscles, preparing for a head on tackle. ::::Atreus::::
Dodged Attack, Used Leer and Ember
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Post by Warr on Dec 8, 2010 16:53:24 GMT -5
It would be a lie to say Warren wasn't expecting to fell that Wingull that easily. If what he had researched was true; Scuttlebutt was wearing a talisman that heightened poison attacks. His Weedle had laid a hard hit on the Wingull in the first place, and then a perfect hit with thundershock from Scrapheap. The orange hoodied young man tapped his Magnemite atop it's casing, saying simply. "Good job, boy. You may be a piece of scrap but you're my piece of scrap, and a strong one at that!" "Maaagggggneeeeeeeemmmmmiiiiiiite." the mechanical pokemon electronically voiced, eye narrowing between the battle that was going on with the Ratatta and Atreus. It looked impatient, as if it wanted in to help the Pokemon that had helped it, and yet it was waiting for Warren's order. The first step of bonding, that was a sign as sure as any. "Thundershock the Ratatta to support Atreus." the dark haired young man ordered, as he reached to his belt, and grabbed his empty Premier ball from it, giving a determined nod. Finally a water type Pokemon, and one of his favorite ones! Even with its strange attitude, he was sure it'd be a great contributor to his team. With no hesitation, he threw his premier ball at Wingull. ::Mangemite:: Used Thundershock on Ratatta.
-1 Premier Ball.
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Post by Dracken on Dec 8, 2010 21:07:35 GMT -5
There it was again, the hot was coming from his bottom. He turned once more to find his butt was, sadly, on fire again. <OK, this is getting tiring!!> The Rattata exclaimed as the Embers and Thundershock came his way. The fire first made him run around like a Zubat out of you know where, the the shocks made him stay put. His body lit up like a Christmas tree then when it stopped he fell to the ground, burnt to a crisp. Oh, that was something he was NOT telling his grandchildren.
The ball hit the out cold Wingull and sucked it inside it's grasp, it shook not once, not twice, but three times before it stopped for a second. The few seconds of waiting to hear the click must have drove you crazy, it seemed like forever but finally, you hear it. 'Click' the ball went as it stayed still.
fainted. +5. lvs to Scuttlebutt, Scrapheap and Atreus Capture or move on? Warren caught a Wingull! Male lv. 7 Keen Eye: Opponent cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy Moves: Growl||Water Gun||Supersonic
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Post by NICKOLAI on Dec 9, 2010 4:43:18 GMT -5
TEAM DEATH Team Death R2-F Appears! Nick challenges you! disclaimer - you can opt to automatically forfeit. which counts as a loss for you.[/size]
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Post by Warr on Dec 9, 2010 11:39:59 GMT -5
(OOC; I don't recall having an open tag on this thread. Considering the fact you're not even a moderator, and not a single one of your Pokémon is less than level 20, no, no you're not going to come in here with a pair of half sentences and 'challenge me' and telling me that if I 'opt out' it automatically counts as a loss. The heck it does, you're not in this thread, and you doing this is proving my complaints from last night. It also can't help but feel like Ari sent you here to prove a point, or that you decided to come in here because I was dragged into attacking TD by Felix.
So, not only does it not have an 'open' tag, but it won't. I'm ignoring your post after Naomi replies, and if you post again I'll ignore that as this is a closed thread to people who aren't invited, and I have no intent to let you come in here, plow over my Pokemon in 'lul speed', and then you get to get 2 levels out of beating Pokemon 15 levels below your's. If you have a complaint, take it to PM with me. But I really don't see the point of it. )
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Post by Warr on Dec 11, 2010 13:26:14 GMT -5
((OOC; Okay, it's been 57 hours since your last post. The lack of effort in your last post, plus the time frame between your posts, means I'm going to ignore your post even happening, and continue roleplaying. I've been advised [and am telling you so you know the truth of the matter] that there will be no counting of me ignoring your 'post' as a win for you or an accomplished mission.
Naomi, <3, but the thread is starting to drag so I'm not going to wait for you to catch the Rattata or not.))
As Warren watched the fainted Pokemon, and looked at Ari expectantly, waiting to see if she was going to catch it or not, or even try to; he realized they had left the camp unattended. That wouldn't do, and combine it with the rumors of PokeThiefs out and about- and he couldn't simply abide by staying here. Grabbing his psuedo-sister by the elbow, he began to walk back to the camp with a somewhat psychopathic grin on his face, and trying to drag Ari as he did. As he got there, he quickly packed everything up- and put it where it went into his backpack, taking note that he'd need to clean those dishes when he got a chance, but feeling that he had to get his newly captured Pokemon to the Pokemon Center, as well as his own Pokemon.
He finally had a water type Pokemon, but he felt he might need more, and he knew that he wasn't going to use Zubat much, so he'd deposit him into his PC, and have it sent back to his family's ranch, thanks to the power of the internet. It would be a quick flight from the area towards the Pokecenter after gathering his things with the help of his Pokemon, and hopefully Ari would be coming with him.
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Post by NOPE on Dec 11, 2010 21:12:54 GMT -5
::Meowth::
A meowth was crawling around the campsite late at night, he desperately wanted money! He needed money to use Pay Day! Without it, his signature attack as a meowth meant nothing! He spotted a few trainers, one namely being Warren.
<"I have fury!"> The meowth meowed, before jumping on Warr and searching him.
<"Where's the wallet? Where is it!?"> He frantically searched, but couldn't find anything. Broke, how unsettling. This made the poor meowth sad.
::Meowth:: Mood: Frenzied Meowth is trying to mug Warren!
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Post by anemonetheend on Dec 12, 2010 14:51:38 GMT -5
(( Sorry, stupid laptop melt down. That and studying for exams, hadn't had time to come back.))
Grey was impressed, very impressed with her poke'mon's performance. "Good job Atreus. You're a good boy." she reached down and petting the poke'mons head happily. She also decided it was about time she started working on getting him more moves, because ember and leer could only take you so far.
>I know. I wasn't shabby at all. You're a good human yourself Ari.< Atreus sat down and began to clean his fur. Then she realized, she was being dragged back to camp.
"Wait!! I didn't catch that rattata!!!!" she struggled a little, but gave up after a while. "Oh well, I already have one normal type anyway. She noticed that Atreus looked a little tired, and she was sure that her other poke'mon were hungry as she spoke. It was time to let them all out.
"ALRIGHT! Mr. Wigglesworth! Peppermint! And my newest poke'mon, come on out!" she tossed the poke'balls, and Remoraid, Chingling, and Happiny hopped out, looking at her happily. "So, a Happiny huh? Alright. You'll be Vevina from now on, k?"
The tiny poke'mon hopped up and down happily, picking her up with ease and hugging her. WIth that, it promptly began running around, with her, knocking her into Warren. Luckily, she was just able to get the food out. Don't ask how. She's a ninja. Ninja's are just awesome like that.
>One hell of a group we've got here.< Atreus yanked out Grey's sleeping bag and laid on it's pillow, taking a nap.
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Post by Warr on Dec 12, 2010 21:41:38 GMT -5
What the heck was up with this? A Meowth trying to mug him, a person who was obviously a trainer from the Pokeballs at his belt? At least that's what seemed to be the case to Warren from the actions of the scratch cat Pokemon, and the fact that his Pokeballs hung openly at his belt. The steely blue eyed young man looked at the Scratch Cat for a second, before throwing it off of him or attempting to with his right hand, reaching for Scrapheap's Greatball with his left, tossing it into the air without hesitation. "Scrapheap, go!" The dark haired Staunchriver native attempted to hurl the Meowth, his magnet Pokémon floating there impatiently, it's eyedot looking at the Meowth with a serious amount of distrust. Scrapheap is sent out. The Magnet Pokémon turned it's gaze from the Meowth though, hearing cawwing from the sky, and catching a package in the air with it's magnet [very awkwardly], before floating to its trainer, who opened the package quickly and excitedly, reading over the attached note and blinking. A mischievous Totodile might be somewhat of a problem, but he couldn't help but be excited as he looked at her through the Pokeball with a grin, throwing her out and being smelled by her, before she walked from him, and charged, attempting to mount his head in a way all too similar to Scuttlebutt. "Toto, totodile!" she squeaked, "Yeey, yey! I'm with my new master!" ::Totodile:: Warren's Totodile appears.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 13, 2010 11:47:37 GMT -5
Go West! Young Meowth! { Meowth } Growls Cutely
He couldn't find it anywhere! No shiny coins! No cash! Nada! The Meowth held the bag in his soft paws with a look of shock on his face, wondering if he should just dump the entire bag and all of its contents in order to find what he was looking for. When he saw his thief buddies do it though, they always found it on the first try. No mess. No one even noticed them in their dirty act.
He found it hard to believe that he couldn't be as good as them, and with drooping ears, he sighed, realizing just how insignificant he was in comparison. He simply needed to learn Pay Day, otherwise he couldn't even be considered a Meowth. Why, there were some that were actually born with the move. Rare cases, yes, but they were true Meowths.
<H-huh?> The Meowth's whiskers detected movement in the air, and his body literally froze in place. W-was he c-caught? Very slowly, with trembling legs he turned to face the distrustful face of the Magnemite. O-Oh dear. <O-Oh? This b-belongs to you? I-I thought someone just...dropped it.> He mewed, trying to be adorable and innocent to the Magnemite.
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Post by Warr on Dec 14, 2010 0:53:13 GMT -5
When the Magnet Pokémon noticed that the scratch cat had his owner's wallet in its paws, the little grey orb floated as menacingly as it could muster, moving slowly towards the Meowth. It couldn't have someone stealing its master's wallet, that's what he bought batteries for Scrapheap to feed on with.
<I suggest you put that back where you found, thief. Because that's my owner's magnet trading for paper device, and I'll make you wurmple food if you don't leave it alone.>
Warren's icy steel blue eyes had followed his Pokemon's floatation towards the Scratch Cat, and has he noticed it where it was, he shook his head, pointing at the little beast. "You'd better give that back right now, or face the consequences..." He tried to say it as sternly as he could to the little cat Pokemon, but with a blue baby crocodile perched happily on his head, he couldn't seem very menacing. Especially when the little Crocodile was saying "Meow Meow Meow look I'm a kitty!" In Pokespeak.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 14, 2010 11:12:04 GMT -5
Go West! Young Meowth! { Meowth } Flees. Interfere?
<I had no i-idea what you j-just said, Gizmo. B-But I'll be leavin' now!> The Meowth yelped, suddenly seeing the human's attention on him as well, including a blue Totodile! Weren't those things savage killers?! He dropped the bag and ran into the depths of the woods, screaming all of the while.
Perhaps they had been a tad too intimidating on his poor feline fears, but as long as they got their stuff back, it appeared that everything else in the forest was calm for the time being. Only the howl of the whirling wind disturbed the silence of the route.
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Post by Warr on Dec 14, 2010 16:25:28 GMT -5
<Good riddance.> the little Magnetic Pokemon mumbled to itself in Pokespeak, sounding more like an eletronic version of a short guitar solo to Warren as the trainer moved forward to grab his Wallet from the ground, and to have the Totodile roll off the trainer's head with a grin. <Hihi, Handsome!> and then lunge to lick the dark haired Staunchriver boy in his face, sending the boy into an almost backwards throw as he righted himself, and tried to wipe his wet [and now cold too] face off, and heading back to town. “You're an odd duck.” the trainer said towards the Totodile as he walked. <But I'm not a duck... I'm a Totodile!> she squealed forth in a quick bunch of 'Totototodilee' phrases, chasing at his heels as he headed back to camp.
Scrapheap floated attentively at his trainer's side as the headed towards camp, and the trio made good time, being back into the campfire area of their small campsite in moments. "Hey, Ari!" Warren happily called, scooping the Totodile up from the ground. "Look what I got, isn't she a cutie!" the Totodile was trying to pounce Warren's face and lick him as he scooped her up, so he ended up falling on the ground as he tried to wrestle the little crocidilian Pokemon away from his face.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Dec 15, 2010 0:10:37 GMT -5
Buzz He stopped short, his little bee-like figure letting out a hum as he halted. He listened closely. There seemed to be scuffling nearby, and by the sound of it, it seemed to be made by something big. Instincts told him to run, but curiosity got the better of him as he began to toddle towards the source of the sound, letting out a jingle with every step he took.
Buzzzzzzzz
The Combee finally spotted what was causing the loud ruckus (besides himself of course). His eyes lit up as he spotted a human being hugged and slobbered by a young Totodile. His curiosity was instantly replaced by a child-like instinct in him. A group hug! He loved group hugs! Without warning, or even thinking, the Combee flew at the Trainer with a shrill cry of happiness and tried to latch onto his face, singing happily.
::combee:: Combee has hugged your face!
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Post by Warr on Dec 17, 2010 23:47:33 GMT -5
There was a certain amount of peace in Warren that he didn't understand the slightest lick of Pokespeak. Because if the young man had, after he pried the Combee from his face, wiping it off the best he could, he would have simply ran from the scene as his Totodile squirmed from his arms, ran up his forearm and stopped at his shoulder, standing toe-to-toe against this little Combee, and glaring at it so hatefully anyone who forgot that Totodiles were predatory would remember. She almost twirled at the Combee.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-no you didn't you home wrecker! This is my trainer!" Rach just could not stand it! Who honestly could? It was just... so ugly! What... an ugly little Pokémon. What an ugly little Pokémon!
And as Warren stood there with the lead weight that was his yet unnamed Totodile, [who in the future would earn the name Fragarch, after the sword of legend] he couldn't help but think the same thing. What the heck was this little honeycomb bee Pokémon? Some kind of mutated cousin of the Beedrill family? It was positively mortifying to his senses, and he wasn't particularly picky about a Pokemon's looks. He couldn't really explain it, but at every millsecond's interval of his stare at it, his eye twitched ever so slightly. This thing was just crazy.
He began to walk away from it without a word, looking towards Scrapheap. “Hey, Scrapheap. Tell this... Pokemon, whatever it is- that I don't really want to give it hugs.” There was still work to be done setting up tent, and he couldn't look at the thing, none-the-less hug it. Perhaps he was just grumpy from being randomly assailed by Pokemon, but he didn't feel sorry when he walked away, trying to pry Rach from his shoulder, though she just latched to the side of his with every move.
The Magnet Pokémon sort've gave the combee a glance that it's single eye seemed unlikely to be able to convey properly, something between a baneful stare and a pitying glance. "Sorry, guy. But we've got enough weirdos in our party... my trainer's best friend Scuttlebutt included."
It floated patiently behind Warren, happy to watch the back flank of its trainer. It didn't really want to admit it, but it was grateful it had been caught in that Greatball by Warren, and so he felt the need to protect him- from himself, from riff-raff, and from actual danger.
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