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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 29, 2011 21:51:05 GMT -5
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"Sounds about right." Seamus toyed with the Squirtle's Pokeball as he held it tightly in his hand, enlarging it then shrinking it in amusement. It was something to do to entertain himself as the Squirtle fought until exhaustion, after making the tackle attack on the Whismur he stumbled backwards, surprised that it was still up. He had underestimated the whiny crying Whismur for some reason, well, since it was on the ground most of the time and acting like it was dead. Grunting as the Whismur continued to holler at him, the Squirtle tried another battle tactic to defend himself.
<You youngin'! Don't make me get tape and slap it on yer mouth! You disgust me! You're so young and obnoxious, don't you...you know...> Bohr was stumbling as he spoke, finding it harder and harder to move as the sound waves bombarded him constantly. He could hardly hear himself speak as he panted and fell onto his knees, shaking his head as he wondered how much he could take.
Not much. He fell onto his belly and fainted right there with anime swirls in his eyes, unable to take any more of the tantrum. Seamus was fine with this though, smiling softly as he took out the Squirtle's Pokeball and returned the water type inside of it, nodding at Sam for the victory. "Not a bad team you have there, especially for double battles." He commented, slipping the Pokeball in his pocket and keeping it in there, not having a use for the Squirtle being out and about. "Keep at it." He advised with a chuckle, admiring Sam a little for his persistence in battles.
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Post by tomackze on Nov 30, 2011 3:48:28 GMT -5
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Sam smiled as he saw the Squirtle fall down and was filled with even more jubilation when he heard the compliment come from Seamus' mouth. "Thanks! You have a good team yourself also!" He said happily before he notice Mr. Snuffles fall onto the floor from exhaustion and simply pass out. The Whismur did not faint, although he was close to it, but he was simply too tired to stand up anymore after his uproars and took a very long and deserved nap. Sam allowed it and took out his pokeball to return the Whismur. "You have gotten so much stronger today." He said, smiling as he clutched the pokeball before putting it in his pocket. He then turned to Seamus and spoke to him. "Thank you for the battle." He said, hoping that they could at least be acquaintances now if not friends.
::Whismur:: Returned to pokeball. Yay! =D
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 30, 2011 10:26:14 GMT -5
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It was nice that he could always have a friendly battle with Sam without any feelings of incompetence in the end, for either of them. It felt good to be able to meet trainers like that, as some often because bitter if they lost. He had trouble getting upset at the end of a battle, so he didn't fully understand why some trainers acted the way that they did when they lost. It seemed like such an immature thing to be like, but Sam didn't do that. It made him wonder simply how mature the boy really was, even though he was only a young teenager. The Whismur collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, earning a well deserved rest to calm itself down after the match.
It was a rather cute species when it was not shouting everyone's ears off, which was probably the only reason why he'd never want a Pokemon like that in the first place. He shuddered in recollection of the horrifying sounds it made during the battle, nearly starting a headache. Much quieter Pokemon were preferred, even if the Squirtle was a bit of a loudmouth.
"It isn't a problem." He smiled and nodded at Sam, also glad to have participated in the match. It was a good experience to experiment with different kinds of Pokemon, and the training made them more valuable as they grew stronger over time. He'd have to keep this up if someone eventually wanted that Scyther of his. With a wave towards Sam, he left the battle room. Unless Sam had business with him, he'd most likely leave the lounge for the day to take a nap. Ugh, that Uproar...
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