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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 18, 2011 19:23:46 GMT -5
That... was it? No explosions? No dramatic fanfare? Just an anticlimactic ping? Celia tiptoed over to the unmoving Pokéball and cautiously picked it up as if it were a bomb. Rue watched the scene with amusement at her trainer's naïveté.
Something wet suddenly splashed on the Miltank's head. Plop. Then on her ear. Plop plop. Then her nose and her arms and her belly... until a light but steady rain shower was drizzling all around them for the second time that day.
<"Oh dear,"> Rue said, shivering slightly. After the ordeal earlier that morning, getting all drenched again was deeply unpleasant. <"Celia hun, if it ain't too much trouble... could I get a bit o' shelter from this wet? It ain't the best feeling ever, standin' out here like earlier, if you recall.">
With that prompting, Celia too remembered how she had met Rue, and the morph quickly fumbled through her stuff again to retrieve the Miltank's Pokéball. <"... Oh. Well, that works too,"> Rue commented before she disappeared into the ball with a blinding flash of light. Now alone in the drizzly weather, Celia heaved a sigh and checked to see that all of her belongings were with her, including her new Pidgey's Pokéball—Vincent's Pokéball, as she decided to christen the new addition—and the cute little egg she had randomly found abandoned on the road earlier. Keeping the egg tucked safely in her arms, Celia then slowly set off again, trudging down the damp path with her head bowed low. There was no use waiting around; if she was going to get wet, she might as well try to get to some kind of civilization before nightfall.
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Post by tomackze on May 18, 2011 20:54:54 GMT -5
Suddenly a bird keeper appeared right in front of Celia who looked oddly similar to her but a bit different. They had the same color hair and were of the same nationality, but besides that there were barely any similarities... Still the girl was a bit impish and decided it was a good time to play a trick on Celia and mess with her a bit. "Hey you! You over there! The next pokemon you will capture will be a Zigzagoon. You know how I know that?"She waited for an answer but she was too impatient to sit through it... "Because I am you. From the future!" She said out loud. Her hands in the air and she quickly jumped up and flopped around. "Yeah! I'm you!" She smiled.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 18, 2011 21:19:27 GMT -5
The morph nearly dropped her egg in surprise. She froze in her tracks and could only stare open-mouthed at the girl who had randomly appeared before her. The girl looked sort of like her, it was true... but then she claimed that she was actually Celia from the future... hold on, what? Celia thought that was impossible! Something about the speed of light and time travel and some other fancy-pancy science stuff her sister blabbered on about... was she dreaming or something? Had she been lied to for fifteen years of her life?! What the heck was going on here?!
But—wait. Through her childish gullibility, a little voice of doubt piped up in the back of her mind. Something wasn't right with this story. The girl's skin tone seemed too normal, for one. She didn't look malnourished or tired. Her personality exuded a kind of bubbly energy. And most of all, she was speaking. Out loud, at a normal volume.
Celia stared wordlessly at the girl for a bit longer, before giving the tiniest shake of her head. "Not possible," she mumbled. Of course, she wasn't going to get into all the gritty details about why it wasn't possible, but maybe her answer would put off this strange girl from her strange sense of humour... although it was pretty obvious that Celia was completely fooled just moments before.
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Post by tomackze on May 19, 2011 0:48:30 GMT -5
"Why not possible? Seriously I am you from the future! Serious!" She said again, although she had no way of furthering this at all as she honestly did not know the girl's name. She could guess but she would probably get it wrong anyways. She had to quickly cover her tracks and make up an elaborate story or else she'd totally miss her chance. "If you don't believe me then what is that!?" She asked as she pointed to a piece of rock. It was simply a piece of rock but she was about to make up some elaborate excuse about it just to prove that she was really Celia from the future. "This piece of rock was where you first round your clefairy doll... Check behind it and you will see that a clefairy doll is right there!" She said out loud as she waited for Celia to react. There actually was nothing behind the rock, but she wanted to see how gullible Celia really was and really mess with her head some more before she would have her fun. "I'm serious!" She said. It was hard to keep a straight face but she was basically doing it... Still trying to trick you
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 19, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
When the girl pointed out something behind her, Celia's head snapped around—but there was nothing. No Clefairy doll. Not even a speck of pink. Did the girl just lie to her again? Blushing even pinker with embarrassment at being tricked, Celia turned back but averted her eyes; instead, she hid her face behind her egg with a chagrined "mmmr" noise. "Not serious," she whispered in a muffled voice, at the girl's strange insistence that she was a future Celia. "Because... can't talk like that..."
But then again... this girl said from the future, right? She never said just how far. What if something in the future somehow gave her the ability to speak again, and this was the result? Technology could do some weird stuff, although her sister was always the one who tinkered with all that. Celia hadn't the faintest idea how her condition could be fixed, or it would work, or when, or where, or if it was even possible... argh! This was confusing!
Unsure what to believe, Celia settled for simply staring at the girl over the top of her egg. The expression on her face was utterly baffled, and even a bit—gasp—annoyed?
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Post by Sp❣rit on May 20, 2011 0:18:25 GMT -5
NPC Garrett!
Oh gosh, this younger girl was getting annoyed with her, and she found her somehow too adorable to keep the ruse up with. Blushing a little, she turned around and avoided eye contact, backing off just a bit as she tried to think about what to say next. She wasn't sorry, but she felt inclined to instantly say it. Ah, but she couldn't. She told herself not to say it unless she really meant it, so she had to break the habit somehow. "Ok, you got me." The girl finally gave in as it continued to drizzle a little around them. She hardly noticed, even if her hair was getting a bit frizzy.
"I'm actually practicing for my debut on a TV show called Prank'd. It's gonna be fresh." She beamed, hoping to cheer the girl up a bit. It was just a shame she didn't have any video cameras around, because she wished she could've gotten that all on camera. "I might've given up my poker face because I felt bad for you, but I'll be the best. No one will top me." She grinned, looking up at the cloud filled sky with hope.
"So what about you, what's your story?" She asked, half looking at Celia as she took out her umbrella that was hidden away in her pocket. It was a tiny one that was all folded up, but it worked perfectly as she opened it up. She smiled expectantly at the girl, hoping to get some chit chat.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 20, 2011 18:41:14 GMT -5
Finally, the girl admitted that she had been trying to trick Celia the entire time, apparently for some kind of television show. The morph gave a start and her eyes instantly darted around the drab, rainy area, looking for any hidden cameras or something else that could be disturbingly privacy-invading. (How she could possibly be able to see a hidden camera never crossed her mind.) Seeing nothing of alarm however, she let out a little breath of relief and focused her attention back on the girl—who promptly began asking Celia about herself.
Oh no. What to say now?
"I-I... uhm... just became a trainer?" she mumbled evasively, hoping this was enough information for the girl's interests. Most new trainers didn't have much else to say, did they? Which meant her lack of details wouldn't be suspicious or anything... right? And besides, Celia thought wildly, maybe the prospect of a battle would distract the other girl, if she had Pokémon herself. It seemed like the kind of thing that trainers were supposed to do.
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on May 21, 2011 20:48:44 GMT -5
She placed a hand on her hip. "Newbie eh?" She said with a friendly and outgoing smile on her face. She did love fresh meat. But what she loved more than a new trainer, was talking about bird poke'mon. So naturally her brain drifted to her feathered friends. Her fingers almost absently ran along her three poke'balls while she continued to speak. "What poke'mon do you have so far?" She wondered, lifting two poke'balls off of her belt. Casually she twirled them around in the palm of her hand. She looked at them and then back to Celia. "Any birds?" She asked with a big grin.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 23, 2011 1:09:10 GMT -5
Celia stared mesmerised at the way the girl was twirling her Pokéballs. It wasn't too complicated a motion, but fascinating nonetheless. She then gave a small start when the girl asked her a question, something about if she had any bird Pokémon. "Er... y-yes... just caught," Celia said hesitantly, fiddling with Vincent's Pokéball.
... Ah, the heck with it. The morph went ahead and released her Pidgey, who still looked beaten up from the recent battle. Though he clearly wasn't exhausted enough to be snappy with his new trainer: <"The hell do you want now?"> he snarled up at Celia. Besides his irritation at being captured by such a goody-goody human with a stupidly strong Miltank, Vincent was not at all pleased to be out in the rain either. Celia had been in the process of retrieving a Potion or something to patch him up, but she instantly froze at Vincent's harsh words, looking both surprised and hurt by his hostility.
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Post by Sp❣rit on May 23, 2011 14:46:08 GMT -5
NPC Garrett! [atrb=border,0,true] ::pidgey:: { Juno } Level: 6, Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack Personality: A coward, an idiot, and a fool with a superiority complex.
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"A Pidgey! Oh wow, you must've just caught this grump head." Garrett went down on her knees to get a better look at the bird, while Celia went to get some kind of potion out of her bag. She could tell, just from the look of concern on her face. So she was a trainer after all, and a Pidgey nonetheless. It inspired her to release her own Pidgey, who appeared on her shoulder with a confident flutter of his wings.
<Heh. Now what am I looking at here?> Juno asked, the arch above his eyes raised with interest as he looked at the shocked girl and the battered Pidgey. Something must've happened, though Garrett didn't seem to understand what was going on. She looked up at Celia and down at the Pidgey, wondering what he said.
"You understand him, right? What did he say?" She asked, mostly curious while Juno just smirked in amusement. Did the birdbrain have a loud mouth? Hah! <What's wrong, grouchy from a little water?> He taunted, also under the cover of Garrett's umbrella so he wasn't getting his feathers soiled.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 25, 2011 21:00:55 GMT -5
Celia hastily tried to regain her composure and knelt down to spray Vincent with the Potion, although she had to fumble around with the container for a bit before figuring out how it worked. Vincent stayed still for this—albeit impatiently—and once it was done he immediately flew under Garrett's umbrella, fluttering next to the other Pidgey.
Celia let out a tiny sigh. "Said something... not nice," she told Garrett sheepishly, trying to avoid the specifics. She couldn't help feeling inadequate next to the other girl with her much more obedient Pidgey... as a trainer, she should have been able to exercise some control over Vincent and his blatantly rude mouth. And she failed. Miserably. In front of this stranger. This was so embarrassing!
<What's wrong, grouchy from a little water?> Wait, what did that featherball just accuse him of? Affronted, Vincent instantly left the dry shelter of the umbrella and glared at Juno pointedly. <"You wish,"> he hissed. If this other birdbrain insisted on picking a fight, Vincent was damn well up for it.
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Post by Sp❣rit on May 26, 2011 10:05:02 GMT -5
NPC Garrett! [atrb=border,0,true] { Juno } Level: 6, Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack Personality: A coward, an idiot, and a fool with a superiority complex. Challenges Vincent |
Garrett noticed that the Pidgeys were having a bit of a strange reaction to each other, and oddly enough it reminded her of something she saw on Pokemon Planet. The two males were facing off; either over a female, territory, dominance, or food. How cool was this, seeing it live for her own entertainment. "Ah, they're both males so..." She trailed off, seeing that Juno was acting on his own.
In a spur of the moment, he jumped off of Garrett's shoulder with a coy smile, flapping his wings past the grouchy looking Pidgey. It looked as if he was going to attack, with his rain soaked feathers, but instead he merely used his wings to blow a little water in his face. A sprinkle. A splash. A very clear taunt.
Then with that, he zipped further away. Was this a challenge? Garrett's mouth dropped at the act, before giggling. "I'm sorry, but I think they're going to have a battle without us." She wasn't upset or anything, but she wasn't exactly a trainer. They didn't need to fight for the sake of badges. But if they wanted to, she let them.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 27, 2011 19:30:04 GMT -5
Celia watched helplessly as the interaction between the two Pidgey flared up violently, until the two were fully duking it out in the air. She reflexively brought her flute up, but then Garrett's comment stopped her. "I think they're going to have a battle without us."
Was that... even safe? Or maybe it was just her, Celia thought anxiously as she looked up at Vincent. Considering his temper, he probably wouldn't listen to her commands anyway... perhaps she should let him do his own thing just this once, and see how things pan out.
Meanwhile, Vincent didn't particularly care about girls, or food, or territory—no, it was his pure, gargantuan pride at work here. Nobody, nobody, taunted him like that and got away with it! Seething with egotistical rage, Vincent tore through the rain and aimed a full body tackle at the other Pidgey. Oh, how he wanted to knock that stupid, smirking face straight into the ground.
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Post by Dracken on May 28, 2011 10:36:14 GMT -5
NPC Garrett Garrett shrugged. If Juno wanted to battle than so be it, it seemed like the other Pidgey was itching to battle. "Alrightly then." She said. "I'll let you go first." Backing up a bit she waited for Juno to get in position. It was interesting to say the least, she had never seen Juno act like that toward another flying type, let alone the same species. Juno smirked when he saw the other Pidgey was getting angry, this could go to his advantage. Dodging the Tackle easily Juno flapped his wings. The Pidgey was indeed attacking anger. If he could anger him more that could be good for Juno. He looked over to see that Garrett moved back and he faced the other Pidgey. <Alright bub, bring it on and get ready for a butt kicking!> He said. The Pidgey however might have been putting on a brave face. "Tackle back!" Garrett said. Juno flapped his wings and then zoomed towards the other Pidgey. His talons scratching up the ground and his wings spanned out. { Juno } Level: 6, Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack Personality: A coward, an idiot, and a fool with a superiority complex. Dodged Tackle Used Tackle
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on May 29, 2011 20:57:49 GMT -5
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on May 29, 2011 21:22:37 GMT -5
::pidgey:: { Juno } Level: 6, Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack Personality: A coward, an idiot, and a fool with a superiority complex.
Hit with Tackle Used Tackle Juno and his trainer both had to laugh at Vincent. And neither meant to be mean about it... well maybe Juno. It was just a humorous thing, and laughing was so nice to do anyways! Garrett had to keep himself occupied somehow in any case. All he could do was tackle... sand attack would be useless as long as Pidgey's ability was keen eye! "You're doing great Juno!" Juno didn't think so as he was smacked with another tackle attack. It pushed him backwards through the air, feathers dislodged from his body fell to the ground. He clicked his beak a few times, racing foreword again; trying to hit Vincent just as hard as he had been hit. There was certainly a bit of pride in this battle between male Pidgey.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Jun 12, 2011 10:07:01 GMT -5
Of course, being a Pidgey himself, Vincent had already realised by now how this battle was going to pan out. Tackle, tackle, tackle, maybe an occasional dodge, tackle some more... there really was no point in doing anything else, since Vincent knew too well that sand in a Pidgey’s eyes wouldn’t do a thing.
Juno hit him with a tackle and Vincent was thrown off-guard, and he fluttered clumsily in the air to correct his balance again. Then he noticed Celia frantically trying to get his attention by waving her free arm that wasn't holding her egg. She kicked at the dirt path, pointed to a nearby puddle, and then made a wiping motion on her arm. Vincent stared. Celia repeated the motions, wishing they had already established signals for this.
She tried another route, this time kicking dirt into the puddle. It splashed mud everywhere, and Celia pointed at Vincent, and then at the mud. The Pidgey shot her a disgusted look. What, was he supposed to fly down there and get his wings all mucked up? What the hell was she thinking? Mud on his feathers would only slow him down!
... Hold on.
It would slow him down. Which meant it would also slow Juno down, if he managed to get some on him.
Genius.
Vincent flew down and threw clumps of sand into the puddle, and then ran his little bird feet through the resulting mud. Ugh, disgusting. Keeping his feet tucked under him to prevent the rain from washing off the filth (although it was very tempting), Vincent flew at Juno and tried to tackle him again—this time not to knock him off-balance, but to cake mud all over his feathers.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 12, 2011 10:16:07 GMT -5
NPC Garrett! [atrb=border,0,true] { Juno } Level: 6, Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack Personality: A coward, an idiot, and a fool with a superiority complex. Dirty! Oh no! Hit by Tackle!Get it off get it off get it off! |
Juno was snickering at the trainer's hand motions as he flew around in the rain, watching the fail communication between the pair. What were they thinking, really? Even Garrett looked confused, but didn't say anything. If the girl had an idea, then she said bring it on! She thought Juno could take anything at this point, especially with the attitude he was wearing.
<So what's up birdie? Upset because you got your wittle talons dirty?> He sneered with pure, untouched arrogance that was probably about to be put out when the Pidgey came soaring after him with mud in claws.
He blinked as he felt the tackle collide into him, but not only that, what was on his wings? He flapped and flapped, trying to get the mud off with the rain. "Juno calm down!" Garrett cried, looking up in the skies with worry as the Pidgey spent a majority of his time washing himself off.
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