Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
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what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 11, 2011 1:21:33 GMT -5
he'd decided to leave both his pokemon out, so he might better acquaint himself with the newcomer and the newcomer might better acquaint itself with his meowth, but it was an instant mistake.
winston cringed, despite himself, and kicked at a rock on the path. it was naive of him, not to imagine how different they could be, how like people they could be.
the durant he'd received from the rangers was a right bitch.
the insect walked slightly ahead of them, dagger-like legs puncturing the damp ground slightly and making the hideous, industrial sound of metal on metal with each mincing stride. its refusal to veer off the path was the only vague indication it accepted them, if only as a necessary evil; it hadn't humored them with a single word since its introduction to the team, even hissing and whirring angrily when ashbury hazarded a greeting. the meowth was a fickle creature and now refused to leave winston's shoulder, occasionally raising his head to give the durant a withering glare.
winston exhaled raggedly and withdrew a tall can of red bull from his bag, popping it open. he held it towards ashbury, who gratefully licked a little off the rim. the fledging trainer couldn't help wondering if they'd made the right choice, leaving violet city to risk this journey -- certainly nothing had gone right so far, and this was only the beginning.
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 11, 2011 8:02:58 GMT -5
::spoink:: Level: 5 Gender: Male Attacks: Splash Abilities: Thick Fat + Own Tempo Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also very clumsy and drops it pearl a lot. If Winston or his pokemon bothered to notice when they went past, they would see a small and dusty pink object on the floor. On closer inspection, the object was circular and actually quite pale. If it was picked up, Winston would be surprised at how light it was, almost as light as a couple of sticks. Right next to the object was a small, fat, grey pokemon which was wheezing in and out, trying to take in deep breaths. It was obvious the spoink was out of shape; even though it was supposed to have a bit of fat, this spoink had fat everywhere on its body. "Need....Air..." it wheezed, trying to draw as much air into it's lungs as possible. at the moment it had no idea of the trainer and pokemon coming up, but would Winston try to help it, or just leave it alone?
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
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what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 11, 2011 11:01:11 GMT -5
he heard it before he saw it -- a sort of low, labored breathing, coming from somewhere below. ashbury rammed his ears back and leapt onto the path, and that's when winston's eyes were drawn to it. a gruesomely obese spoink pawing covetously at its pearl, which was marginally too far for its stubby arms.
winston half-tripped, half-power-walked to where the little animal was struggling, bent down, and used the flat of his index finger to roll the pearl closer to it.
"are you quite alright?" he asked, sinking down and crossing his legs.
the durant's antennae trembled and it backed up, turned around, and leered angrily at its "trainer" and the fat piganimal hindering their progress. ashbury sneered right back at it, prompting an angry snapping of its steel mandibles.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 11, 2011 13:40:04 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! Little did the trainer know that the Spoink was in worse trouble than it looked; he wasn't bouncing at the moment, which meant that his heart had stopped beating. This wasn't a problem for the most part, as many Spoink could take short breaks and resume bouncing again without any damage. But the fat Spoink had been sitting for almost a minute with no blood pumping through him.
This was why the piglet ceased reaching for the pearl when the human came and instead begged the human for help. <Please, if you could just bounce me a couple times...> The obese Spoink plead in a deep voice. He could feel that his time was running short.
Level: 5 Gender: Male Attacks: Splash Abilities: Thick Fat + Own Tempo Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also very clumsy and drops it pearl a lot. Possibly dying. Wants to be bounced
TUNES|| None TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| "It bounces constantly, using its tail like a spring. The shock of bouncing keeps its heart beating." - serebii [/size]
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
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what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 11, 2011 13:59:17 GMT -5
"ah. er. righto, then."
what followed was the strangest thing that he'd ever done. winston set his red bull on the path and wrapped his palms around the spoink, his fingers finding the crevasses of its rolls and his resulting mortification turning into exceptional care. he disentangled the spring and righted the fat beast, bunching it against the ground then lifting it up again. one. two. three. four.
ashbury had curled up beside his master's half-empty drink and was watching bemusedly.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 11, 2011 15:02:21 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! As soon as the human picked up the fat piglet, he breathed a gentle sigh of relief. It was rare to find such kind humans in the world. The manual bouncing awakened his heart again, causing it to beat with every bounce. After the fourth bounce, he found that he could bounce on his own - weakly, but stably, at least. His fat jiggled with every jump. Reaching down, he picked up the pearl and screwed it comically back onto his head.
The fat piglet then beamed a smile at the kind trainer. <I am indebted to you. Tell me, what is your name?> The obese Spoink asked, continuing to bounce. ::spoink:: Level: 5 Gender: Male Attacks: Splash Abilities: Thick Fat + Own Tempo Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also very clumsy and drops it pearl a lot.
TUNES|| Nox Arcana - The Grim Reaper TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| xP [/size]
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
RICK ROLLED[M:10000:0:0:]
what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
Posts: 22
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 11, 2011 16:39:41 GMT -5
"oh boy." watching the spoink move was disgusting but fascinating at the same time; regardless, you had to respect that movement remained possible. still, it seemed like to be a good-natured little fellow, and he grinned a bit as it adjusted its bauble, unable to understand its predicament but pleased it was back on its... feet.
how many calories did berries have?
"my name is winston." he extended a hand for it to shake, or whatever equivalent the pokemon could manage -- come to think of it, he'd never seen one anything like this in his books. violet city was old-fashioned, in terms of what literature it stocked, and he hadn't quite gotten around to exploring his pokedex (except to identify what the rangers had put on his plate).
"the meowth is ashbury, and the bugger up the path is l'acier. do you have a name?"
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Sept 11, 2011 17:51:02 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; border-top:20 solid #000000; border-bottom:20 solid #000000; border-left:5 solid #000000; border-right:5 solid #000000; background: #ffffff url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/1337.png');padding:20px,btable] Pokemon Encounter The Spoink continued bouncing happily as the Trainer asked him for his name. Name? Name...name...name. Ah!
>Everyone calls me hey you!< he said proudly, not even remotely aware that this wasn't a name but a call to attention. Well, some Pokémon were just ignorant.
>So anyway!< he squeaked, continuing his rhythmic bounce. >What do I owe you? I know a place with some delicious berries if you don't know what you want,< he added helpfully.
| [atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding:0 40 20 40px; background: #d3d3d3;] Spoink 5 | Male Thick Fat | Own Tempo Splash Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also clumsy and loses his pearl a lot. Battle Summary
Grateful, looking to repay Winston. |
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
RICK ROLLED[M:10000:0:0:]
what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 11, 2011 19:08:43 GMT -5
he wasn't certain what was stranger; that he'd just saved an obese pokemon from cardiac arrest or that it was trying to offer compensation. he could hear l'acier furiously clinking her mandibles somewhere ahead and knew they were going to have to proceed soon if the durant was ever going to want anything to do with him.
"it really isn't necessary, but if it would help your conscience, berries would be lovely." the man told the spoink. "but i must say, i'm a bit worried about leaving you on your own after that episode. it doesn't happen often, does it?"
winston bit his lip at the thought of how many predators would have field day with a defenseless christmas dinner laying out in the middle of the trail. ashbury, bored with the situation now that the spoink's death wasn't imminent and he had no such meal to look forward to, licked his paw and cast it over his ear indifferently.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Sept 12, 2011 12:43:45 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; border-top:20 solid #000000; border-bottom:20 solid #000000; border-left:5 solid #000000; border-right:5 solid #000000; background: #ffffff url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/1337.png');padding:20px,btable] Pokemon Encounter >Ummm.< Suddenly the springing pig looked evasive; downcast. >Well, this is the third time this week,< he said sheepishly, looking away from Winston as he did so.
And then suddenly his spring became downright ridiculous, springing him 20 feet into the air with each bounce as large, exaggerated tears rolled down his smooth grey face. One could practically hear the world's smallest violin playing in the background.
>I keep getting too tired to bounce, and then a Trainer has to come bounce me! But then they leave me, and the same thing happens again the next day! Oh woe is me woe is-argh!<He suddenly had to scramble to keep his pearl on his head, and stopped speaking again.
| [atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding:0 40 20 40px; background: #d3d3d3;] Spoink 5 | Male Thick Fat | Own Tempo Splash Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also clumsy and loses his pearl a lot. Battle Summary
In tears. |
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
RICK ROLLED[M:10000:0:0:]
what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 12, 2011 18:50:16 GMT -5
"well."
he stood and thought a little while, though there wasn't really much to mull over. left to its own devices, the thing was going to keep keeling over until someone wasn't incidentally there to help it and it succumbed to a heartattack, or an even grislier end at the hands of a bigger pokemon. frankly, he was surprised it'd even made it this long. winston leaned back a little, paying no mind to the fact that he and the fat thing were taking up the entire trail, or that l'acier was still quietly simmering in her own juices a few yards ahead.
"you could come along with us, if you would like. you'd be safer, of course, but i'm afraid you'll have to get a lot of exercise along the way." he proposed, scratching at his beard. "if you're healthier, i doubt you will keep getting all tangled up in yourself."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Sept 13, 2011 14:41:11 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; border-top:20 solid #000000; border-bottom:20 solid #000000; border-left:5 solid #000000; border-right:5 solid #000000; background: #ffffff url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/1337.png');padding:20px,btable] Pokemon Encounter >Really?< The Spoink blinked in surprise. >You'd take me with you?<
He didn't even need to think twice. His family and friends in the past had been captured once. Some had been released. Some had been lost or stolen.
All of them had said it was an experience every Pokemon should go through at least once. And this was his first time.
He was nervous. He had never been near a human before. But he would do it, and get so strong that he never had to be too dependent on others again.
>I'll do it,< the piglet said bravely.
| [atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding:0 40 20 40px; background: #d3d3d3;] ::spoink:: Spoink 5 | Male Thick Fat | Own Tempo Splash Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also clumsy and loses his pearl a lot.
Battle Summary
Agrees to go with Winston. |
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Spirit Marisa Kirisame
POPPED CHERRY
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what the fuck is this gypsy hipster bullshit
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Sept 13, 2011 23:12:03 GMT -5
he shuffled to remove his bag from his shoulder and find a pokeball inside, feeling altogether pleased with himself. he'd thought most pokemon, by nature, to be fierce and difficult to please. l'acier had proven that, but this sickly spoink... it wasn't looking for a fight. it wanted help, and safety; it was like a child.
winston could've considered his first captures -- a perpetually ticked off bug and a chubby swine -- mild let-downs, but all things considered, he was actually quite happy with himself, a dapper smile spanning his narrow scholar's face as he presented the empty ball to the ailing pokemon. ashbury seemed a bit more disappointed with the turnout; the wild spoink looked a lot more like a prospective ham dinner than a prospective teammate. he padded over from where he'd been observing to hop nimbly up his trainer's arm and drape himself around his shoulders again.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 14, 2011 18:35:20 GMT -5
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The Spoink snorted in a fat, gross manner as he coughed a little. The sight of the Pokeball was inspiring to him, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in it. He started to hop towards it, but his spring twitched and he ended up falling forward. Yelping, his pearl touched the button of the Pokeball and forced it open. The sphere separated the red from the white and he was soon sucked inside, even though he wanted to get in in the first place, he planned on getting in cooler than that.
The sphere trembled a few times since he was so rattled, but the fat swine was easily captured. He was finally owned by a trainer! His expectations were semi-high, so he had many hopes and dreams by going along with this trainer on his journey.
<Huh! Huh! Huh!> In other news, a tiny but energetic squeak emerged from the bushes as a small Caterpie crawled through them. Several leaves were stuck on his head, but the wind blew them right off. He seemed to be jogging straight ahead, though his destination was unknown. Bother him?
::spoink:: 5 | Male Thick Fat | Own Tempo Splash Personality: Fat and needs to work out more. Also clumsy and loses his pearl a lot. Kind-hearted and a go-getter. Captured.
::caterpie:: Level 4|Male Shield Dust Tackle|String Shot Personality: Determined. Spoiled. Competitive. Jogging?
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