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Post by JUNK on Aug 27, 2011 15:24:56 GMT -5
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It had a white, skull-like mask and there was a white crossbones mark on his bakc. It had only a single, red eye, which seemed to be able to change places between the two holes in his mask meant to be for its eyes. It gave off a very ominous and eery aura. The Duskull looked around carefully. It spotted the Wurmple standing in front of it and let out a snort. It couldn't believe its trainer wanted it to battle such a pathetic pokémon. It turned around to face its trainer and ask him to send out someone else instead. The ghost's eye widened in shock when it noticed his trainer, lying on the ground, panting heavily, his clothes drenched in sweat. Requiem understood the situation instantly. The idiot got poisoned again, but he decided to ignore it which ended badly.
<You're such a retarded ass, master. I can't belive you managed to get yourself poisoned again.> The spectre was fed up with his owner's stupid illnes. He always got himslef hurt, because he thought he was dead and it was always his pokémons' job to clean up his mess. Well, it's not like he decided to have cotard's syndrome so he can't be blamed for it.
Requiem shifted his attention back to the Wurmple and, in a very cold and emotionless voice, he spoke. <I'll kill you quickly so I can take my stupid trainer to a hospital. I'll try to make it as painful as I can.> The ghost type started to cackle, his high pitched laughter echoing through the woods. A black and evil aura started to pulsate and twist around the Duskull's body and he fired a black beam of circles at the bug type.
Name: Requiem Level: 10 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Used Dark Pulse |
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Aug 28, 2011 12:56:48 GMT -5
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[/div] Wurmple merely laughed in the face of Duskull's threats. She wasn't too worried about the ghost type 'killing' her. Poke'mon didn't kill each other right? Every battle she'd ever seen had ended as soon as one poke'mon was KO'ed. Because she was so unconcerned and considered the threat to be a hollow one she jumped right into the battle. She blasted some poisonous stingers from her mouth. In the air they magically formed into the shape of a majestically galloping pony. It ran towards the Duskull.
Female | Level 5 Attacks: Tackle, Poison Sting, String Shot Personality: Free falling, very carefree, not much worry in her life used pony poison sting [/center][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by JUNK on Aug 29, 2011 5:29:19 GMT -5
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The reaper's eye widened in shock when he saw the Wurmple's attack turning into a pony. A frickin' pony made of poisonous darts. What. The. Fuck. This can't be happening. The spectre turned into stone from the shock so he couldn't dodge the galloping pony and it ran him over. Luckily, he didn't get poisoned and the hit made him come to his senses.
<I don't know what the heck just happened, but I don't even want to think about it.> Requiem started to form a dark ball in front of himself made of a pulsating and pitchblack darkness. The sphere was eminating an ominous energy, filled with dark and evil thoughts. The ball suddenly burst into a beam of black circles and started heading towards the Wurmple.
Name: Requiem Level: 10 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Hit with the ponyUsed Dark Pulse |
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Post by tomackze on Aug 29, 2011 22:20:23 GMT -5
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[/div] Even after more threats, the Wurmple simply laughed as she thought the Duskull was cute trying to play a tough person. She was incredibly carefree so she quickly winked at the Duskull with her pony eyes (haha get it, not puppy eyes). The ghost made a lot of threats but she didn't believe a single one of them as she quickly laughed them all off, slapping her knee as if it was the funniest thing she ever heard. >You crack me up! Kill me! Oh that doesn't happen! You are a big fluff ball, like a pony! So cute and cuddly, not dangerous at all< She giggled out loud. When she saw the dark energy coming at her, with sorrows, worries, and just sadness she quickly leapt out of the way before she retaliated with her own ball of love and color. She shot a large and sticky string shot at the Duskull after the dark pulse had missed her, forming the shape of a fluffy tail from the pony in hopes of rubbing the ghost in the nose and making it sneeze. As she knew that the ghost, although it was threatening her greatly, was all talk and no action at all. She even believed that it's sneeze would be the cutest thing ever, and not violent at all. ::Wurmple:: Female | Level 5 Attacks: Tackle, Poison Sting, String Shot Personality: Free falling, very carefree, not much worry in her life Dodged Dark Pulse String Shot of Rebecca Black-Love at you!
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Post by JUNK on Aug 30, 2011 1:55:29 GMT -5
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The spectre's train of thought was interrupted when he heard the Wurmple talking. He didn't quite get what she said, but he understood her last sentence. She called him cute. The reaper was speechless, nobody called him cute before and to be honest it was somehow flattering. <Wow. I never thought someone would think I'm cute. It's a little embarassing.>
While the Duskull was distracted, the red worm sent a fluffy pony tail made of sticky thread towards the ghost type, trying to make him sneeze. But, instead of making him sneeze, the disgustingstrange object covered the ghost with sticky silk, lowering his speed and mobility. The silk was pretty durable and sticky so it gave Requiem a hard time trying to get it off. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tear it off completely.
The reaper gave the Wurmple an intimidating glare filled with hate. So she only called him cute to trick him and attack him while he's distracted? Well, she just signed her own death warrant. The Duskull's eye started to glow with a dark aura and he shot a beam of black energy towards the Wurmple.
[-1 speed] Name: Requiem Level: 10 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Hit with pony tailUsed Leer and Dark Pulse |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Aug 30, 2011 16:42:23 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! The Wurmple giggled to itself after landing the stringshot, giving the ghost a nice dress of silk. <Why, you look extra dashing in that outfit!> She cooed, a blush reaching her cheeks at the Duskull's 'cuteness'. He, however, was unamused, launching a cold look that froze her from the inside.
<Ooh! That expression isn't very flattering, I think..> The Wurmple mused, shocked at the sudden lack of adorableness on the ghost's face. Just then, she was hit in the face by what felt like a wave of darkness. The very feeling chilled her to the bone, causing her to flinch in spite of herself.
DEF -1 Female | Level 5 Attacks: Tackle, Poison Sting, String Shot Personality: Free falling, very carefree, not much worry in her life; somehow resembles a pony and thinks many things are "cute." Hit by Leer & Dark Pulse! Flinched!
TUNES|| None TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| xDD [/size]
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Post by JUNK on Sept 3, 2011 12:35:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]WHAT IS THIS FEELING?[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;] The Duskull felt satisfied with hitting the Wurmple with the dark pulse. Now that his revenge was succesfully completed, he can calm down think things over and take his time killing knocking out the bug. He could lower her defense again and follow up with another dark pulse like before. Nah. That would be too boring, repeating the same moves over and over again. Let's try something else.
<I hope you don't have any regrets, because you'll die here, dear Wurmple. You can haunt me if you want to, but I'm a ghost so it won't have any effect on me.> Requiem's single eye turned into a black colour as he prepared a night shade attack against the worm. A black and sinister beam erupted from his eye and started to head towards the flinched opponent.
[-1 speed] Name: Requiem Level: 10 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Used Night Shade |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 3, 2011 23:43:34 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! The Wurmple gasped with fear as the pokiemon in front of her took on a more dreadful look. And such a threat.. ! Was he really going to kill her?!
Paralyzed with fear, the worm could not move a limb even as the ghost's attack molded her mind into insanity. She hallucinated about heaven and hell and pokefood and pokedrugs and Team Death and pasta and rocks and then, finally, falling into nothing. To a spectator's point of view, the Wurmple had spun around in a messy circle and then toppled to the ground. It was unclear if the worm was dead or merely fainted. ::wurmple:: DEF -1 Female | Level 5 Attacks: Tackle, Poison Sting, String Shot Personality: Free falling, very carefree, not much worry in her life; somehow resembles a pony and thinks many things are "cute." Defeated. Requiem gains 1/2 a level for winning.
TUNES|| None TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| mooo [/size]
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Post by JUNK on Sept 4, 2011 5:31:39 GMT -5
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The reaper grabbed his trainer's right leg and started to drag the boy. The human was slightly twitching, his condition getting worser, his clothes drenched in sweat and his body hot. The black spectre sighed. If he keeps this up, this idiot will die and nobody will doubt him when he says his dead. The ghost stopped. He could get along with the boy much better if he was dead. Requiem shook his head, quickly ignoring the idea. He won't let his trainer die for such a stupid reason.
[-1 speed] Name: Requiem Level: 10 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Taking his trainer to Electric City |
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Sept 4, 2011 10:19:58 GMT -5
( I'm assuming that you still want mod posts here... if I'm wrong then just ignore this xD )
"Oh... do you need help?" A small voice came from the bushes. And then something came towards them. It was a small white poke'mon with a green "bowl" around his face, covering up his eyes. You couldn't see his mouth moving either when he spoke, instead the small psychic type was projecting his voice onto Duskull's mind with his powers. The Ralts lifted up his tiny arms and used a confusion attack, channeling his powers into something helpful- trying to lift up some of the trainer's weight and make it easier for Duskull. "Let's get him to the poke'mon center! You're nearly to the city!"
::ralts:: Level 8 (M) abilities: trace & synchronize attacks: growl & confusion personality: friendly, helpful, a little bit shy around new humans but much more trusting of other poke'mon
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Post by JUNK on Sept 10, 2011 2:12:31 GMT -5
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Requiem found a small cave nearby and entered it. He leaned Noah against the rocky wall and sat down on the ground. The spectre started to look around the cave. The ghost was feeling a strange, nostalgic feeling from the cave; it felt familiar, but why? The reaper shrugged and decided to try and start a conversation with the Ralts. <So, why did you help us? I thought your kind doesn't like to get near humans, because you can't handle their strong emotions.>
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 10, 2011 12:02:32 GMT -5
So, why did you help us? I thought your kind doesn't like to get near humans, because you can't handle their strong emotions.It was true; Ralts weren't strong enough to actually handle all off the emotions flying around, which made it hard for them to be spotted, let alone speaking or receiving help from them. " Well to be honest I'm different from the other Ralts kinda. I love trying to help anyone that needs it, for example you and your trainer." he squeaked before sighing. He wished for the day in which he could evolve and his voice would be a bit more manly. "Anyway enough about me. What happened to your trainer? He doesn't look to well." the ralts said, placing a hand over Noah's head. "We need to get him to the poke centre soon I think. You ready to go?" the ralts asked, tilting his head slightly. Level 8 (M) abilities: trace & synchronize attacks: growl & confusion personality: friendly, helpful, a little bit shy around new humans but much more trusting of other poke'mon
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Post by JUNK on Sept 15, 2011 10:19:47 GMT -5
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<So you say you like helping others, huh? That's pretty nice of you. If only you would be in our team, you could help me out with looking after my idiot trainer.> One of Noah's legs was starting to slip out of Requiem's hands, but he noticed it just in time and grabbed it again. <He's such a pain in the ass.>
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Post by airceltrai on Sept 15, 2011 14:43:30 GMT -5
The Ralts stopped moving for a second at the thought of joining the team. <Umm...Thinking about that is not a good idea right now. Your trainer may be a pain in the ass, but he's injured. That's what should take priority.> he said, trying to get the trainer to the location as quickly as possible. The thought of joining them WAS something that passed through his head, but then again, if he joined them, he wouldn't be able to help others as well. He at least had the trip to think on it. ::Ralts:: Level 8 (M) abilities: trace & synchronize attacks: growl & confusion personality: friendly, helpful, a little bit shy around new humans but much more trusting of other poke'mon
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Post by JUNK on Sept 16, 2011 8:13:55 GMT -5
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The reaper let go of the human's legs and decided to slip inside him. The spectre disappeared inside Noah's stomach, leaving an eerie aura behind himself. As soon as he entered the boy's body, it started to twitch, his limbs trashing about and he started to float. The trainer's eyes opened; his puils were red and his irises black. Noah's face distorted into an evil grin, his arms still twisting. He slowly turned to the Ralts and opened his mouth.
"Sorry, if I scared you. I haven't possessed a human for a while so I had a hard time taking control over this body." 'Requiem' stopped floating and dropped on the ground. He staggered to his feet and with unsteady steps started to walk forward. He turned back to the ralts again, the creepy grin still on his face. "Now that you don't have to worry about him, won't you become Noah's pokémon? He could help you get stronger so you can evolve and help more pokémon."
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Post by airceltrai on Sept 16, 2011 8:47:20 GMT -5
Ralts laughed nervously at the sight of the Duskull possessing his trainer. <Oh, it's fine. I see stuff like that all the time.> he said, lying through his teeth. He just prayed the other Pokémon would never try to do that to him. He was trying to come to a decision about going with the trainer and scratched his head. <Umm...I guess I can go with you. Your trainer seems like he needs all the help he can get...> he said, still scratching his head over thinking about it. As much help as the trainer needed, the ghost Pokémon needed help even more to take care of him. <Okay, then. I'll come along.> he replied contently. Level 8 (M) abilities: trace & synchronize attacks: growl & confusion personality: friendly, helpful, a little bit shy around new humans but much more trusting of other poke'mon WANTS TO COME ALONG
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Post by JUNK on Sept 16, 2011 9:26:01 GMT -5
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The round capturing device was sparkling in the sunlight, momentarily blinding Requiem who happened to look at it. He and the short pychic type could see them in it if they looked, but the Duskull was still busy rubbing his eyes, swearing never to stare at a sparkling ball again and cursing the 'demon' who came up with the idea to make such a deadly weapon like this.
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Post by airceltrai on Sept 16, 2011 10:33:57 GMT -5
Ralts laughed as the pokeball blinded Requiem. He just nodded as he walked over, touching the sphere with a curious hand. As it quickly popped open, he jumped back startled, as a red beam of light engulfed himself. Soon the red light retracted back into the sphere, causing it to close. The pokeball proceeded to shake a couple times, before stopping. ::Ralts:: Level 8 (M) abilities: trace & synchronize attacks: growl & confusion personality: friendly, helpful, a little bit shy around new humans but much more trusting of other poke'mon
CAUGHT!
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Post by JUNK on Sept 16, 2011 11:09:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]WHAT IS THIS FEELING?[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;]The possessed 'Noah' was still rubbing his eyes, trying to get rid of the strange forms burned into his eyes when he saw another bright light, which managed to blind him again. The Duskull let out a yell, swearing as loudly as he could. When he gained his ability to see back, he picked up the pokéball, careful not to look at it and shoved it in his trainer's pockets.
"I guess I should hurry up and get Noah to a pokécenter." The spectre started to run, but tripped in his legs and fell flat on 'his' face. He hissed in pain and when he felt a warm liquid oozing out of his noise, he quickly took out a tissue and pushed it against his nose before standing up and running towards the City again.
Name: Requiem Level: 10.5 Gender: Male Ability: Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Proceeding towards Electric City |
[/style][style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]IT'S SO PURE, SO STRONG![/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px;]template by jayden of ote[/style]
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