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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 4, 2011 16:39:21 GMT -5
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The magikarp was such a beautiful, orange pokemon, but Pan had always been compassionate of the weak. However, right now her and her oddish were in the middle of a battle. She turned her head to see the series of events. The oddish was hit directly in the face from the tackle attack, and was thrown into his trainer. Pan was then pushed into the small pond. She had outstretched her arms, her hands keeping her from completely submerging. Zoilo took a deep breath and rolled off of Pan's back. "Sorry!" He laughed nervously before creating more green orbs. Pan stumbled out of the pond, dripping wet. The top of her head was dry, yet as it cascaded down her shoulders and chest they were sopping. She squeezed her wet hair and twisted it, water seeping out of her hair. Pan then gasped, looking back at the water. She hoped she had not hurt the magikarp!
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lvl oo7 | male Chlorophyll Sweet Scent • Absorb hit by growl & tackleused sweet scent and absorb(def: -2) (att: -1)
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Post by tomackze on Aug 4, 2011 23:20:44 GMT -5
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The other good thing that happened was that when the absorb hit the Zigzagoon she had finally, and unfortunately, met her match and instantly fell to the ground unable to battle any longer. So she was actually beatable and not as much of a vixen as she thought she was... The problem was that a series of highs also meets with a low. And there was one near by as a Koffing came out of the bush after seeing the Zigzagoon fall and quickly tried to tackle the Oddish.
The Koffing looked much bigger than any other pokemon in this route, possibly having expanded greatly from the mass amounts of littering in Cheyenne. Better run or face a TRUE enemy!
::Koffing:: Level 13 | Male Attacks: Poison Gas, Tackle, Smog, Smokescreen Personality: Bigger than usual because of all the pollution in Cheyenne. Does not know how to control his size right now and usually makes choices without thinking of all of his options. Used Tackle on Oddish
::Zigzagoon:: Level: 8 Gender: Female Abilities: Gluttony Attacks: Tackle; Growl; Tail Whip Personality: A real vixen, totally full of herself and under the impression that everyone is in love with her and she could beat anyone. Hit by Absorb. Fainted. +1 level for Oddish
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 5, 2011 1:18:51 GMT -5
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Pan frowned. Even though her oddish would gain experience and grow stronger, she was sad it would be at the expense of her oddish. Hoping for a better note, she turned behind her to see the magikarp. It seemed okay and her face softened. The world of pokemon was cruel, but life was as well. There were sacrifices, and there was loss. Pan's thoughts were interrupted by a scream by her very own oddish.
"Stop, stop," The oddish begged, feeling himself feel weaker now that he had been tackled by the extremely strong koffing. He winced, waiting for another attack, but Pan had pulled out a potion and sprayed the medicine on her grass type. "There, there..." Pan said, trying to soothe the frightened Zoilo, and once she was done applying the medicine she stood infront of him, confronting the stinky menace. "Excuse me? What are you doing picking a fight on my little Zoilo?" She asked, demanding an answer. Pan was getting kind of annoyed with the pokemon on this route who think they were all that and could do what they want.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 5, 2011 14:52:15 GMT -5
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The Koffing looked a little surprised to see the weakened Oddish, and seeing the trainer tend to the Oddish's wounds made him feel slightly guilty. He held back any attacks and actually decided to give her a reply as he hovered protectively in front of the Zigzagoon. <You don't belong here, go away to your city to train.> He said in a deep voice, backing up a little. Sadly he underestimated his size and bumped into a tree branch that was hanging overhead.
Blinking as leaves got onto his head, he shook them off with a grumble and a sigh. <Don't even think of capturing this Zigzagoon!> He added with a puff of smoke, non-threatening but reeking of old gym shorts.
'Shoot, if they don't go now...then what?' He thought with a worried bite of his tongue, trying not to talk now. He put on a scary face to try and intimidate them, but he didn't know if that would actually work. He just saw the Zigzagoon faint and felt the need to protect it, so he was!
::KOFFING:: Level 13 | Male Attacks: Poison Gas, Tackle, Smog, Smokescreen Personality: Doesn't know his own strength, does things with consequences, strong sense of justice
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 5, 2011 19:48:13 GMT -5
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Pan blinked, not expecting this sort of behavior from the koffing. Was he really defending that zigzagoon, who was so condescending and rude? Whatever, Pan was just going to walk away and not question it. She only plucked her oddish's pokeball from her belt and returned the grass type, and then turned to the koffing and nodded. "Understood. I won't catch it," Pan was not going to catch it anyway. She did not want a pokemon like that on her team. With a deep breath, she walked past the koffing. She did not know where she was going, but she might as well try to find her way out of route one soon. Obviously she was not wanted. She held her head down, feeling sort of lost - mentally and physically. "Why did I let my mom talk me into leaving Olivine...?" She asked herself. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it with the back of her hand.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 6, 2011 16:53:35 GMT -5
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Student RoccoAge 10. Quiet. Introverted. Curious.
Rocco had been very busy since Professor Winter let him have a Pokemon of his own, and the clever trainer refused to own any other Pokemon at this point in time. Him and Arthur were good ol' buddies, and he honestly couldn't imagine having more Pokemon around. The Foongus that was hopping by his side tilted his head cutely whenever Rocco knelt down to tie his shoe laces. He could never quite get them the right way, especially when he didn't like to be on the ground for too long and was often checking to make sure he didn't get dirty.
<Come on, sir! The sooner we go back to the lab, the better!> The Foongus encouraged, wishing his trainer wouldn't be so afraid to get his hands dirty. Rocco smiled quietly at the Foongus as he picked up the basket of Oran Berries that he was supposed to deliver to Professor Winter, but he didn't say much.
The pair continued walking, with Rocco's head hanging low so as not to make eye contact with anybody. He was a bit off the path, so he was actually coming from Pan's side when he heard her. Hearing footsteps he perked up just a little as he saw her walk by. A lot older than he was, but she was rather pretty. His knees felt weak and his throat closed off completely, and it felt impossible to even talk to such an adult.
::foongus:: { Arthur } Level 12|Male |Effect Spore| Absorb|Rollout|Growth|Astonish|Bide Personality: Very bold and likes to pretend that he is a knight
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 8, 2011 14:24:44 GMT -5
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Pan had not realized she had company until the little kid was so close, she jumped up thinking it was another Pokémon coming to harrass her or something (like a koffing). She nearly stumbling over before realizing he was just a child. She sniffed in her boogers, and wiped the excess snot with the back of her hand. "Sorry... I think I almost bumped into you?" She whimpered, breathing in quickly because she had just been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she tried not to look at him in the eye. "Do you....do you know how to get out of here?" She asked, looking at him quickly and then averting her gaze.
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Post by tomackze on Aug 8, 2011 14:42:08 GMT -5
Student Rocco Age 10. Quiet. Introverted. Curious. The trainer quickly let out a tear as he ran away right when the adult woman spoke to him. He was just too nervous to speak to someone so pretty that he chose the best option possible, run away from the scene. His Foongus quickly followed him and the two left the girl alone before she could find a way out. But while those two were gone, a black and white pokemon quickly made it's way out of the woods and looked at Pan while she was all alone. The pokemon had a very red eye which looked like he had just gotten farted on or something and had contracted pink eye. But don't be scared and run away, the pokemon is actually part of a special breed even though it looks like he is sick. If one would take a look at it's bottom one would see that it is not like a normal Aron as it's belly was green not black. Instead it was a shiny pokemon, a real rarity in Cheyenne and a very lucky find for Pan. The pokemon quickly saw the trainer and immediately tried to go up to her and nuzzle on her as he liked the smell that she gave off. He was quite the dreamer, already thinking of marriage before he even spoke to, or met the girl... {Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love Goes up to Pan and nuzzles her leg
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 8, 2011 15:23:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #757963;][atrb=valign,top] It was quite cruel. The boy did nothing to answer her questions, only to cry and run away! Pan felt her gut drop, and just wanted to cry and go back to Olivine. "This isn't where I belong..." She moped, tears falling down her face. She sat down by the edge of the route, where the trainer had left her and pulled her knees up to her chest, rested her arms on them and laid her head down on her forearms. She would jerk up whenever she breathed in. Pan was lost and hopeless.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 9, 2011 8:09:34 GMT -5
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<Ah, mi corazon. I think that means my heart, but in a sexier manner.> The Aron began, making a small disclaimer on the side out of a habit. He appreciated his head being rubbed, which mean that the girl he admired had accepted him as a male. Perhaps even a cute one, since she was calming down a bit. He knew that a love between a person and a Pokemon could never be, yet the thought of it made him so excited. It wasn't allowed but he could try to pull it off! He could do what no Pokemon has done before, it would be amazing and beautiful!
<Why don't you come back with me to my place...I can rub your back.> He winked at her with that deep red eye of his, but he didn't even know if she would take the offer. Oh, if she didn't he had another plan! He always had more plans! <And if that isn't in your style, mi amor, we can go out for drinks.> He knew a little place around the river bend where a bunch of Pokemon imported alcoholic beverages from the city.
If she refused that, then he still had a plan! She'd have to get attacked by a wild Pokemon or something, and he could be the one to save her! Maybe a Rattata, or a really weak Grimer or something. He could handle those easily without even blinking!
{Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love Asks for loooove
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 11, 2011 17:30:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #757963;][atrb=valign,top] This aron was an... interesting one to say the least, but Pan was inexperienced in flirting and saw right through his antics like an opaque wall. She pulled her hand back to wipe her wet face, then set both of her hands down on her knees as she breathed in deeply. "I didn't know Pokémon could be bilingual," She shrugged, giving the rare aron a nervous laugh as she rubbed the back of her neck, "And I...don't really drink. I'm sorry. I'm only sixteen." Truthfully, she never really had the time or the friends to go out drinking with. Gosh, she was so dense.
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Post by Rekari on Aug 11, 2011 23:20:09 GMT -5
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With both of his offers rejected there was only one thing for him to do! He would have to fight for her love! But against who? What foe would possibly be enough for her to accept his feelings? She was a slippery one that was for sure! He didn't know when a wild Pokemon would come by but he honestly hoped it was soon. He had to show her exactly how he felt, through battle! Or interpretive dance... Either one would work. <Mi Amore, what can I do to possibly become yours? Tell me to fly to the moon and I will, tell me to part the sea and I'll do that too.>
Out of the blue came another wild Pokemon, this one not so nice and this one not as wanting for love. It was one of the less, attractive males of the route, being that none of the females could stand his attitude or his stench. That Trubbish was nothing but trouble all around. He saw what the Aron was doing. Trying to woo another woman, well, he would put a stop to that right away!
{Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love Asks for loooove ::Trubbish:: Level: 2 Gender: Male Ability: Stench+Sticky Hold Moveset: Pound - Poison Gas Personality: he's that guy that sat in the back of the classroom smelling like dead something and asking if you knew that if you did something a certain way, you would die.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 11, 2011 23:52:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #757963;][atrb=valign,top] <Mi Amore, what can I do to possibly become yours? Tell me to fly to the moon and I will, tell me to part the sea and I'll do that too.> ...what? Pan sniffed, then cocked her head to the side. She was not understanding what the little guy was saying? He wanted to be hers? These were lines cheesy males used on others, but this aron was a Pokemon. It could not certainly be the same! Pan laughed gently, "Oh, no. I think you got the wrong ide-"
She was cut off by the presence of the trubbish, who was a little vile, but the only sort of indication Pan gave was a wrinkle of her nose. It could be.... adorable with a little febreeze and ornamented with car fresheners. She turned back to the little aron, "Uh-oh, looks like trouble. Let's find a safer area," Pan suggested. She did not want a battle right now. All she wanted was to be comforted since she still sort of felt like a pile of poo.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Aug 12, 2011 11:12:53 GMT -5
{Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love
~Telling the Trubbish to leave Pan alone. Obviously she doesn’t want him around~
Level: 2 Gender: Male Ability: Stench+Sticky Hold Moveset: Pound - Poison Gas Personality: he's that guy that sat in the back of the classroom smelling like dead something and asking if you knew that if you did something a certain way, you would die.
~Telling the Aron to back off the girl because Aron will die~
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<Yes, let us go. I wish not to talk with that pile of garbage.> Aron nodded his head, agreeing with Pan. He did not wish to get himself dirty just because of an obnoxious pokemon. Well, that was the plan anyway. The Trubbish yelled out to the Aron, trying to get his attention. He was going to teach that Aron a thing or two whether it was the last thing he did. He continued forward, blabbering nonsense to the Aron and the trainer. Don’t you know what happens when a pokemon tried to get with a human? They die, that’s what! A relationship between a trainer and a pokemon is impossible because of that reason! Aron spun around with his mouth wide open. How stupid was this Trubbish? He’ll die, what a load of crap, he must have been dropped a few times as a baby. He had to do something, or else the ugly and extremely smelly pokemon would get in the way of his goal.
<Do not worry, I will tell this Trubbish to leave. As I said before, I will do anything for you!> The Aron lifted his head proudly before turning to the Trubbish that approaching. A foul smell lingered in the air. How appalling, how could anyone want a pokemon like him? But then again, any pokemon compared to himself was appalling. Aron walked up to the Trubbish kindly and elegantly to keep him from getting any closer to his love. <Excuse me, this kind young lady does not wish for you to get any closer. IF you kindly do so, I ask that you not come any closer.> He had to make a good impression on the girl if he wanted to win her heart, and what better way than being a gentleman and protecting her? Besides, he didn’t want anyone else ruining his chance with this girl.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 13, 2011 21:58:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #757963;][atrb=valign,top] What? This was all so confusing, and it made Pan's head spin. The aron was being so rude to that trubbish! And the trubbish was making unlikely and horrific accusations toward the unique aron. He would die? Oh no! Pan had to mediate this strange conflict, even if she did feel awful about herself!
"No, no. The trubbish can come and go as he pleases," Pan said, trying not to sniff anymore than she really needed to. The trubbish smelled, but she could not be so mean as to tell him that! Pan then turned to the aron, "And, you. If this is true, and you'll die if you try to be with me..." She began, trying to play along and not hurt anyones feelings, "Would you be okay with just being friends?" She shrugged. Not that she wanted to be intimate with the small little aron, she preferred humans, but if she can convince the aron and trubbish to settle their differences then Pan would be content.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Aug 14, 2011 11:09:01 GMT -5
{Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love
~Telling the Trubbish to leave Pan alone. Obviously she doesn’t want him around~
Level: 2 Gender: Male Ability: Stench+Sticky Hold Moveset: Pound - Poison Gas Personality: he's that guy that sat in the back of the classroom smelling like dead something and asking if you knew that if you did something a certain way, you would die.
~Telling the Aron to back off the girl because Aron will die~
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<Well then…. I guess you can come along with us then.> The Aron sheepishly turned his head to the side to avoid any dirty looks from that smelly Trubbish. Well, as long as he didn’t get in his way of the girl, he was fine with him. Though, he really doubted this trainer would want such a foul pokemon. Just don’t say anything else that sounds like nonsense either, okay? Even if the girl didn’t mind the Trubbish, Aron still had a problem with his nonsense and crazy accusations. <I’m simply stating the obvious. Things like this happen all the time, I can’t believe you don’t know these kinds of things! I swear, some things are jus so simple and I can’t believe people don’t know this!> The Trubbish was annoyed by the fact that he felt like the only one with a brain in his head. He face palmed himself, groaning as he got a slight headache from the stupidity.
Aron spun around quickly as Pan asked for just a friendship, his heart sunk for a moment in fear. <I uh…. I well…> He had to think of something quick! He couldn’t just leave her just like that, maybe there was still hope! Maybe if he gave her an unclear answer, she would still take him and he could wait for the right time. Hey, even the Trubbish wouldn’t say anything stupid about that either. <Uh, well I guess that might work… I dunno Aron looked around him, not sure of what to say or how to react. Maybe it would be better if they were just friends? He wasn’t too sure himself.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 14, 2011 13:21:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #CD3333;][atrb=valign,top] Pan smiled sheepishly, trying to ease the tensions. It appeared to work, but the trubbish was adamant about this aron backing off of Pan. Even Pan was starting to get a little annoyed, but she did not want to voice it. She did not want conflict right now. "Little guy," The Pan turned to the trubbish, trying not to inhale, "I'll be okay, and he'll be okay. Don't worry about us." She inhaled quickly then exhaled, trying not to think of the stench too much.
Pan then turned to the aron, "Relationships build over time, right? I'm just a human, but I can help you find someone worthy of your love." It was a silly offer, but she rummaged through her bag and picked up a red-and-white ball. She looked at it, and then the aron. "I know its a stretch, but I promise you. I'll find you someone better than lil' ol' me," She promised, putting the ball in front of the aron. If he wanted to take up her offer, he could press the button and be a part of her team. Pan felt sort of guilty for not offering the trubbish a spot on her team, and bit her lip hoping that the trubbish would not mind. It was just so.... stinky!
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Post by tomackze on Aug 14, 2011 15:57:05 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://media02.hongkiat.com/black_wallpapers/black-pattern.jpg); border: 3px double black, bTable]STRENGTH IN NUMBERS | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/178/1/9/Black_and_Grey_Pattern_by_kkll70.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white]When Pan reached for the pokeball, the Aron suddenly had a negative reaction and quickly tried to harden his shell in hopes of not being hit and captured by the pokeball. He was a hopeless romantic who had crazy fantasies, but most of them dealt with escaping from pokeballs so he knew it was bad news when the trainer pulled one out. This wasn't the love story he was hoping for at all, first she wanted to be friends and now this? She definitely was someone who wanted to prevent him from finding love! Not someone who would find him love!
He quickly backed off and started walking away from the girl as slowly as possible. The Trubbish quickly saw this exchange and suddenly began to speak again about dying... >Don't do that! If you do, you'll end up dying.< He said which angered the Aron a bit as he stuck his tongue out to the Trubbish.
To which the Trubbish responded: >Oh you are seriously trying to die then.< He said as he opened his mouth and released a poisonous gas at the Aron which had no effect...
::Aron:: (+1 defense) {Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love Rejects the pokeball. Uses Harden.
::Trubbish:: Level: 2 Gender: Male Ability: Stench+Sticky Hold Moveset: Pound - Poison Gas Personality: he's that guy that sat in the back of the classroom smelling like dead something and asking if you knew that if you did something a certain way, you would die. Used Poison Gas on Aron. No effect
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Post by Jψηκσ on Aug 14, 2011 17:35:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable][atrb=style, background-color:#fafafa; border-left:4px solid #CD3333;][atrb=valign,top] It was expected. The aron did not want to join her team, he just wanted in her pants. It had taken her a while to realize it, but now she knew. It was just kind of awkward... Pan put the pokeball back into her bag as the aron finished hardening. However, the trubbish kept going on and on, and was very against the aron joining Pan. When the trubbish threw an attack at the aron, which was nauseating, Pan covered her nose and looked at the trubbish, "Look, I'm sorry. I tried being nice, and I'm sorry, but uh, everything is good, okay?" She tried to reason. If it really would persist, then she would have to battle it. It was a sad way to end the argument, but it needed to stop. Pan turned to the aron, "I'm sorry, too, for scaring you or something." She paused, then laughed gently, "Would you at least walk with me on this route? I could use a friend." She tried to emphasize on the word "friend".
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Post by tomackze on Aug 16, 2011 17:19:28 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://media02.hongkiat.com/black_wallpapers/black-pattern.jpg); border: 3px double black, bTable]STRENGTH IN NUMBERS | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/178/1/9/Black_and_Grey_Pattern_by_kkll70.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white]The Trubbish quickly turned around when the girl spoke to him and instantly he started feeling a bit accepted but also a bit weird in the situation. >Don't do that! Don't threaten me or you will die!< He said threateningly before backing it up with a nasty stink bomb which would make Pan have to cover her nose some more. >Nope no! No one likes that. Nope no!< He said again before he was immediately tackled by Aron.
The Aron was hurt definitely for thinking they'd only be friends. But when she returned the pokeball he felt a bit safer. >Leave her alone! I'm her protector!< He said angrily as the Trubbish fell back after the tackle. The Aron then came up to Pan to make sure the trainer was okay after the nasty stink bomb was released at her. He couldn't help but picture himself as the hero from the novels who got the girl in the end. Hopefully after beating this Trubbish the fantasy could become a reality!
::Trubbish:: Level: 2 Gender: Male Ability: Stench+Sticky Hold Moveset: Pound - Poison Gas Personality: he's that guy that sat in the back of the classroom smelling like dead something and asking if you knew that if you did something a certain way, you would die. Hit by TackleUsed Poison Gas on Pan(+1 defense) {Shiny Aron} Level 5 | Male Attacks: Tackle, Harden Personality: A dreamer and a bit of a pervert also. Has crazy fantasies about love Tackle on Trubbish
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