Sir Hobs
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 12, 2011 14:23:02 GMT -5
A cool and gentle wind brushed against the man's face bringing the sweet smell of burning leaves along with it. Everywhere he walked there was beauty, Jacaranda Trees stood out as their precious protection and food source fell gently to the ground in a manner worthy of a poem and leaves of Variant colour's of fiery orange and soil brown littered the base of the trees and decorated the gravel path way before him. The sounds of crunching leaves mixed with the immaculate sounds of the moving stones helped soothe Trudge on this fine day. On either side of the valley was covered in Albany Thicket. It was generally be a mixture of horrible, yet essential, trees such as Knob wood, cat thorns and Acacia Karroo's. Whilst this would make life hell to wonder through, it provided much needed homes for the Birds, insects and reptiles that lay within, helping to keep the area cool and providing a higher chance of rain for the region.
Speaking of which, he heard the distant rumble of Thunder and paused to watch the lightning dance inside the clouds. The immense Beauty of the rains may have caused somewhat of a curse for the inhabitants of the Khaki tent before him.
The large tent is what one would have expected it to be, Big. His senses tingled as the first few rain drops hit his skin and his face, a wondrous feeling went up his spine and created a feel good sensation. Almost the same feeling as you get when smelling Mpepu being smoldered for the first time.
Soon however, the light drizzle was changed into a heavy down pour and Trudge had no choice but to run for the safety of the the tent. The sounds of his boots squelching with water as he ran, faster and faster, Determined to get to the dryness of the interior of the tent.
He ran inside and tripped over a stump or rock of sorts and crashed hard onto his right hand shoulder. He was met to a warm sensation of air, almost as if the climate inside the room had been set form him and him alone. Drenched to the bone and his shoes squelching loudly, he looked around. His eyes adjusting to the dark interior as he clenched his right shoulder to ease the pain slightly. It was quiet inside, too quiet for his liking. He unclipped the Powerful shot gun attached to his ruck sack and loaded it, before loudly asking, "Hello? Is anyone here?"
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 12, 2011 14:45:59 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=background,http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n103/emuritto/1836024.png,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,20px,true][atrb=style,border: 10px solid #000000;] a bawk to remember wild munna appeared A geeky man stood inside the tent, and cleared his throat loudly as Trudge entered. Clad in thick overalls with an official looking badge pinned to the front, he appeared to be a normal ranger in every way except one-- a large chicken mask fit snugly over his head, obscuring his face from view. "BAWK BAWK! YOU'RE HERE FOR A POKEMON, YES BAWK?" his voice was muffled, but he didn't appear to be a threat. "You look ODD bawk, did you come from far away? You don't look like you BAWKLONG to Cheyenne!"
He chuckled, which sounded more like a cluck, and then raced outside. "Follow me! I'll get you a pokemon, NO PROBLEM! Hopefully this time nothing'll go wrong and my superiors won't have to ban me... from being a ranger~!"
Reaching into the fanny pack attached to his waist, he tossed Trudge an empty pokeball. "Take this! When you see a wild pokemon, aim carefully and throw it! WHOA I THINK I BAWK SOMETHING!" what followed was an unholy series of clucks and trills the world was not ready for. A small, timid pink creature with a floral print shyed away from the strange chicken-man, instead gracefully gliding through the grass towards Trudge.
Wild Munna appeared! Level: 005 Gender: Female Attacks: Psywave, Defense Curl, Lucky Chant, Sonic Boom Ability: Forewarn & Synchronise Personality: Timid |
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 13, 2011 2:13:50 GMT -5
Trudge raised the rifle to his shoulder and clenched it tightly, waiting for the worst to happen. Then, some idiot in a mask shouted, "BAWK BAWK! YOU'RE HERE FOR A POKEMON, YES BAWK?" He swung around and nearly pulled the trigger at the man. With rage running through his veins he shouted back, "You idiot! I could have shot you! Would you like to become nothing more than bits of muscle and shards of bone?!" "You look ODD bawk, did you come from far away? You don't look like you BAWKLONG to Cheyenne!" "That's because I don't. I come from Kanto. Now would you please shut up with the bawking and sudden raising of your voice? Its really starting to Piss me off! "Follow me! I'll get you a pokemon, NO PROBLEM! Hopefully this time nothing'll go wrong and my superiors won't have to ban me... from being a ranger~!" "Sure, I'll follow you" Arceus I hope something goes wrong. If you make ONE more chicken sound, there will be consequences beyond your imagination. Thought Trudge as he clipped the shotgun back onto his backpack. "Take this! When you see a wild pokemon, aim carefully and throw it! WHOA I THINK I BAWK SOMETHING!" He threw a empty Pokeball to Trudge, whom caught it and looked at it suspiciously. As if it was an I.E.D of some kind. But as soon as the ranger made another chicken reference. He lost it. "THAT'S IT! I HAVE TAKEN ALL THE SHIT I CAN TAKE!" His neck and arm veins filled with blood as his face turned red while all his muscles in his body tensed to make him appear bigger. He advanced up to the chicken thing, His face a mixture of rage and determination strong enough to make any soldier go white in the face. His face meant business and he will finish this business at hand. Trudge grabbed him by his shirt and thrusted him a little higher off the ground and slammed him onto the pole behind the ranger, his feet dangling off of the ground mixed in with the sound of the entire tent rattling. "Now you listen to me very closely! If I hear ONE, just ONE more chicken reference from you! I WILL end you! DO-YOU-UNDER-STAND-ME! I am a Fucking Colonel! I WILL not take anymore of your Shit! CLEAR!!!" He was far too exasperated to take any more. If he bottled it up just a little longer, the ranger would probably have turned to mush.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 13, 2011 12:02:23 GMT -5
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"Bawk bawk! Smash lampjaw is hurting me!" The chicken masked ranger struggled against the angry ogre with the funky looking face, finding it hard to escape with that manly and tough grip on his shirt. Thinking quickly, ranger chicken repeatedly began to peck at the trainer's face for this terrible offense to his personal space. No one treated ranger chicken this way just because they looked like a giant muscular Snorlax!
"Kaw kaw! Brick Hardmeat, go get your Pokemon or you'll go to route 1 without anything!" He warned, stopping his assault for a moment as the starter pack around his waist accidentally dropped to the ground. The Munna seemed terrified of both humans really, not liking them very much.
<S-Stop.> She muttered, shivering as she moved a bit farther away from the fight. At this rate, she'd be scared off by the violence and Slake Fistcrunch would be Pokemonless. Oh dear.
::munna:: Level: 005 Gender: Female Attacks: Psywave, Defense Curl, Lucky Chant, Sonic Boom Ability: Forewarn & Synchronise Personality: Timid Notes: Terrified of Trudge and chickens x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1 ooc: Could you avoid using color in your posts unless you have a template/background color to go over it? I have a hard time reading it on this skin. <3
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 16, 2011 5:18:12 GMT -5
Trudge felt the sharp beak prick his face before he let go and back stepped once or twice. "Bawk bawk! Smash lampjaw is hurting me!" "You Son of a Mitch! Do you realize that you could have declared WAR on the Kanto Military! Why I outta.. Said Trude as his face filled with rage before he had to forcefully calm himself down, his business was not with this retard. His business was required elsewhere. He took a couple of deep breaths before the normal colour returned to his face and his blood pressure returned to normal. "Kaw kaw! Brick Hardmeat, go get your Pokémon or you'll go to route 1 without anything!" "Look, I'm sorry that I attacked you. I have had a really shit year so far. Last thing I need to do is create a war on two fronts. I'm sorry. He turned to face the frightened Munna , aimed carefully, and threw his Pokeball in a dead straight line towards its target. He gained that ability in the special forges throwing Practice grenades. He hoped that it would not only hit its target, but also some what impress the Chicken Ranger.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 16, 2011 6:26:53 GMT -5
Ranger Chicken breathed a sigh of relief when he was released from Hugo Fisticuff’s hands and the dude apologised for attacking him. Jesus, this guy – if he was telling the truth – was a military official. This dumbass wasn’t above the law! The Chicken Ranger almost voiced this but decided to bottle it up instead. Instead, he watched as the man backed off and tried to capture the Munna.
But it didn’t work. Sure, the Munna was sucked into the Pokéball, but she was beamed right in the face with it. Before it could even rock once, she burst back out and cowered against the floor. She didn’t want to be cooped up with this scary man, who from what she’d seen had dangerously violent tendencies. But there was no time to find another Pokémon, so what could Trudge do? He’d need to show the Munna that he wasn’t a bad man, but at the moment it was going to seem difficult.
Level: 005 Gender: Female Attacks: Psywave, Defense Curl, Lucky Chant, Sonic Boom Ability: Forewarn & Synchronise Personality: Timid Notes: Terrified of Trudge and chickens Broke out of Pokeball! Petrified. x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 16, 2011 12:40:42 GMT -5
Trudge watched as the Munna was sucked in but quickly escaped from capture, it cowered lower to the grass, trudge had a good sense of character and he knew that this Pokemon would not last in a viscous fight. He turned to the ranger and said, "I have been through the worst of the worst, I know a weak character when I see one. Its better if it stays here where its safe than if it comes with me. I mean look at it, its scared of ME! I wasn't even being scary. I am sorry but I have to request another one. The Pokemon I need has to have a tough mental psyche for where I am going. I have to request a mentally stronger Pokemon." He turned towards the Munna and shook his head in disappointment, "I am sorry, but you just don't have my minimum requirements that is needed for an acceptable Pokemon. Sorry" He hoped that the ranger may comply with his request, but it was unlikely, especially after that episode earlier.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 16, 2011 13:00:42 GMT -5
Ranger Chicken sighed as he stared at the Munna. The timid Pokémon was afraid, sure, but there was a strict rule that all rangers were forced to abide by. The prime rule, which couldn't be changed no matter what. "I'm BAWK sorry, Mister BrickjawMcFisticuff," Ranger Chicken shrugged, eyeing Trudge with somewhat discomfort. This dude had already tried snapping his neck once. "BAWK there is a rule. The BAWK first Pokémon you find is the one you get. You're stuck with it."
'Please don't try to break my neck again,' he thought as he offered the man another Pokeball. "Maybe if you BAWK try to befriend it, that might BAWK better." The Munna rose up, huffing indignantly as the man insulted her. "Shut your filthy god damn mouth, mister! I'm strong!" The Munna growled, but suddenly shrunk back, as if realising what she'd just said to the man. Oh shit...
Level: 005 Gender: Female Attacks: Psywave, Defense Curl, Lucky Chant, Sonic Boom Ability: Forewarn & Synchronise Personality: Timid Notes: Terrified of Trudge and chickens LOLOLOLOL. x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 16, 2011 15:22:11 GMT -5
"I'm BAWK sorry, Mister BrickjawMcFisticuff, BAWK there is a rule. The BAWK first Pokémon you find is the one you get. You're stuck with it." Trudge turned around slowly to the chicken man and eyed him momentarily before bursting into tirades of laughter. "I like that BrickjawMcFisticuff. It's actually Colonel Allen. Kanto Military, 615th division, second platoon. If you want proof, here is the Tattoo on my right fore arm. I think that's enough said, you don't need my ID right?" He reached out to grab the other pokeball and shook the Chicken mans hand. "Might I ask who you are?" "Maybe if you BAWK try to befriend it, that might BAWK better." "Yea, Could work, I--" "Shut your filthy god damn mouth, mister! I'm strong!"
Trudge quickly turned around, a look of shock on his face before a wide and toothy smile emerged. "Now THAT is the kind of personality I am looking for. Able to stand up to authority. But we need to work on the carry through." He took a couple of excited steps towards the Munna before bending down. "Now, I must warn you. The shit I am going to go through will be mentally disturbing, and I should know. I need you to be strong both mentally and physically. But just know that I in turn will also protect you. After all, I am a Colonel. Ranger, Can I please take this one?"
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 17, 2011 5:39:25 GMT -5
Mr. BrickjawMcFisticuff stared at him, and Ranger Chicken gulped, as if it were to be his last. 'FUCK.' Thought the odd ranger. 'I'M GOING TO DIE.' But then BrickjawMcFisticuff started to laugh, and Ranger Chicken was confused. Oh, he liked the name! Oh how sweet. Ranger Chicken smiled awkwardly, but ignored the man as he stated his real name. BrickjawMcFisticuff was good enough for him, if not longer.
"QUIT YOUR JIBBER JABBER, FOOL," Munna howled, swallowing her nervousness and standing up as the man crouched beside her. "YOU AIN'T HURT. YOU GONNA MEET MY FRIEND PAIIIN!- er, I mean... I don't know... If I, um, should..." She thought about going on a jouney. All of her friends already had, so why shouldn't she? But she was scared, even though the man said he'd protect her. What exactly would be in store for the two, if she did? Well, she didn't really have a choice, because Ranger Chicken strode over and gave her an encouraging nod... and a, uh, cluck.
"I guess..." Munna smiled up weakly at the trainer. "Just, um, don't go shooting your shiny hard sticks everywhere? (Guns)
Level: 005 Gender: Female Attacks: Psywave, Defense Curl, Lucky Chant, Sonic Boom Ability: Forewarn & Synchronise Personality: Timid. CALLS ALLEN Mr. BrickjawMcFisticuff. sry I just had toNotes: Terrified of Trudge and chickens LOLOLOLOL. x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 24, 2011 8:32:16 GMT -5
With a large gulp the Munna finally stood up to Trudge shouting, "QUIT YOUR JIBBER JABBER, FOOL, YOU AIN'T HURT. YOU GONNA MEET MY FRIEND PAIIIN!- er, I mean... I don't know... If I, um, should..." At this, Trudge backed off slightly, unsure of what to make out of the Munna's sudden mood swing. Thought the look of unease was replaced with a smile, so this Pokemon could stand up to someone such as Trudge. Well that was Brilliant, that and since it was psychic, it could interpret Pokemon speech for him. The ranger stood beside him, giving the the mutant beach ball thin an encouraging nod, with a loud Cluck straight by his right ear. Trudge flinched, he wasn't expecting a sudden sound from behind him and the only thing he could say was, "Please, not right by my ear." The Munna then smiled weakly at Trudge. "I guess...Just, um, don't go shooting your shiny hard sticks everywhere?" "I won't these rounds are reserved for someone special in mind. Someone who has scarred me for life.
At this, Trudge stood back up and grabbed the Clipboard from the ranger. Signing in areas such as Insurance, Indemnity form's, bank statement's and the like before handing it back to The ranger. He walked over to where the starter pack lay on the ground, picking it up and tightening it around his waist. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I must be off. Thank you Ranger chicken." He cave a quick, but casual salute before walking back out into the pissing rain, with the Munna in hot pursuit. Though distant and dull shouts of, "Oh come on!" and "Oh for GOD'S SAKE! JACKASSES!" as Trudge continually stepped through giant shit mounds left what appeared to be a Tropius. And so hell began for Trudge, though one question remained. Would it only get worse?
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