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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Mar 1, 2011 23:33:03 GMT -5
When was the last time he had been in here? Oh yeah, it was against those electric types. And before that, the powerful morph who had the ability to completely -- he didn't want to think about it. The power scared him. Morphs were sometimes just a bit too much.
Soren let his current weakest one out, a hoothoot whose levels were just barely sub par, but had a determination of steel. He wanted to become stronger for his darling Nayj, and this would be a good opportunity, if he managed to get an opponent that did not specialize in electric types.
The hoothoot was on Soren's arm, swaying from side to side as they waited. Genta had a pair of glasses, making him look a bit silly, but it certainly aided his concentration for some attacks, so it stayed. Besides, the hoothoot thought he looked more refined.
::hoothoot:: Genta | | 11 holding wise glasses on standby
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Post by NOPE on Mar 2, 2011 0:01:24 GMT -5
Clarabelle was hopping along, doing the shopping under no supervision. Adeleine trusted her, knowing she was just going to go shopping and then come straight home. She was a bit like little red riding hood. Like all red hoods, she had to encounter a wolf. Bumping into said wolf, Soren, she dropped what she was doing. She had never seen other pokemon before! She bounced over to him, staring at Soren's eyes.
<"Dear, you're such a cutie! Did your maman ever tell you that?"> She asked him, still maintaining a prim and proper demeanor. Maybe this man would tell her something interesting? He seemed distant, but it was always nice to be polite to strangers! That was what maman taught her!
::Petilil:: Mood: Cheerful Clarabelle stops to chat with Soren!
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Mar 2, 2011 0:17:31 GMT -5
Soren wasn't too sure what to do. Usually, pokemon did not travel around alone. He did not recognize the specie either, and so his pokedex was immediately taken out to scan the grass pokemon. What did she want, this... petilil thing. She was getting a bit too close for comfort -- what if she decided to attack him? One razor leaf would mean quite a few hours of mending.
The grass pokemon let out a sweet sound, but Soren could not understand, simply staring back, expression still blank. He only really understood the intentions of his own kind, of the pokemon that understood the wind as much as he did. Though, he supposed the call was a lighthearted one, and she did not seem aggressive.
It was Genta that replied, the clock pokemon hopping over to Clarabella. <Young miss, what are you doing here, all alone? Where is your trainer?> he asked, a bit concerned. She seemed a bit young, inexperienced... what if she had just wandered off? Her trainer must be worried sick! He peered at her through his glasses, head cocked to a side.
Genta | | 11 holding wise glasses Inquiring
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Post by NOPE on Mar 2, 2011 17:37:43 GMT -5
The little petilil let out a content sigh, dancing and hopping around Genta. He seemed like a sweet little thing; piking her interest. Letting out a girlish giggle, she stopped spinning around Genta, stopping right in front of his face. She gave him a dreamy stare, wondering if she should make tea or now.
<"Pardon! I was just doing the shopping for my trainer when I saw you. I just had to stop and chat, sugar! You looked so lonely! I thought maybe we could sit down and have a nice little chat with some sweet tea. I'll make some myself!"> The little tulip bulb pokemon offered, continuing to show her cheery demeanor. This hoothoot was certainly interesting. Like her maman always said, be kind to strangers and they'll be kind in return!
::Petilil:: Mood: Happy Cagnazzo is busy with Genta!
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Mar 3, 2011 6:50:40 GMT -5
The hoothoot puffed himself up, finding the grass pokemon quite charming. She was certainly one of a kind, but he quickly reminded himself of his purpose here. Nayj, his lovely swablu that he had to impress.
<I am sorry, my dear, but my trainer and I are here for a purpose. Though your tea sounds quite sweet and certainly delicious, we too are on a mission,> he said, swaying back and forth a bit as he spoke.
Soren was quite confused with what was going on, as there were mixed thoughts coming from Genta. Had he just suggested to battle the grass pokemon? It wasn't quite that, the intent was off, but Soren tried not to look too confused, keeping a neutral look on his face.
Genta | | 11 holding wise glasses Inquiring
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Post by NOPE on Mar 3, 2011 20:06:00 GMT -5
This hoothoot was coming off as rather threatening, what was he trying to get at? Did he perhaps want a battle? Adeleine did want her to get strong enough to catch up to the rest of her team. Calcabrina somehow was already leagues ahead of the pack, but she felt she could definitely catch up to the rest and be useful to Adeleine! She wasn't all too far behind either, so it wouldn't be a huge difficulty. She gave a slight laugh, bouncing over to the other side. She gave the best womanly gesture she could, bracing herself.
<"I accept your challenge, darlin'!"> The sweet little flower piped with, knowing the hidden bond between pokemon. Though no words were exactly spoken about the challenges, those weren't needed when it came to a battle!
::Petilil:: Mood: Neutral Cagnazzo accepts the challenge!
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Mar 5, 2011 21:45:27 GMT -5
A battle? Was this lady willing to spar with him? Genta was not dull -- he could recognize a pokemon he would have a definite advantage against.
<Thank you, lovely lady. I shall honour this challenge by competing will all my heart,> he told Cagnazzo, before turning to his trainer. Would this be a fair match? He also had his trainer, backing him up. Maybe he would try to go without, as well. It would simply be taking advantage of her, otherwise.
Genta took off after some words Soren did not quite understand. What was going on now? Only understanding half of the conversation meant that he was constantly trying to decipher what the opposing pokemon had said. He barely had time to react before Genta was attacking, and Soren could only assume it was a battle going on.
The pokemon fluttered about for a split second, as if to give the petilil the signal that the battle had started, before he went in for what seemed to be the natural thing, techniques he and his trainer had come up together. He mentally sent a wave that would hopefully make the other fall asleep before following it with a peck attack, his beak growing slightly larger on his large round body as he dove in.
Genta | | 11 holding wise glasses Ready for Battle!<Hypnosis> <Peck>
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Post by NOPE on Mar 5, 2011 22:21:18 GMT -5
A sleep wave right off the bat. Shoot. Her mind was starting to quickly doze off into dreamland. She struggled to stay awake, but it was no use. She quickly fell asleep, unable to fight back. The peck connected square against her, super effective against her weak frame. She would have let out a cry of pain or something of that nature, but the sudden need for sleep overtook her too quickly. The battle was almost over before it even started, she rolled over to wander off into dreamland.
::Petilil:: Mood: Sleepy Cagnazzo is hit by Hypnosis and Peck! It's super effective!
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Mar 11, 2011 18:53:41 GMT -5
The attacks seemed to have worked well, though the grass pokemon seemed in a bit of a bad shape. Genta wasn't too sure if it was appropriate for him to attack while she was sleeping, but he supposed that this was a battle and he did not want to insult anyone by going easy on the her. Besides, he had to prove to himself that he was worthy of Nayj's love and affection, and if he couldn't even battle properly, how was he going to do that?
Soren had come to a different conclusion. This was not a battle situation at all. In his eyes, it was a civilian he was attacking. Without a trainer, pokemon normally did not battle in such a war-like fashion. They had back-alley street scuffles, but nothing this organized, this planned out. Without the Petilil's trainer around, this was dirty fighting.
"Genta!" his voice was harsh, a bit of a warning, asking the avian to stop. The response he got was definitely not what he had expected. This was a test of strength and the other pokemon had agreed to it. And if she did not have a trainer to back her up, then he shall win without any help either.
With that, the hoothoot quickly formulated his next plans. The peck had worked well, hadn't it? It seemed natural, it seemed easy, so he decided to go for it again. His feathers were soft, noiseless, as he dipped down toward the sleeping Petilil and used the attack, his beak glowing in preperation.
Genta | | 11 holding wise glasses<Peck>
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