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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 25, 2011 23:24:39 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian felt more and more stress burden her as the two birds accused her of doing something. Confusion covered her face as she breathed deeply, still laboring over her bleeding gashes. Clutching a bloody cloth over her ruined, wet clothes, she replied, "W-what did I do..?" to the Delibird with a pitiful, weak look on her face. She didn't confront the Rufflet about what so called tricks she was using, but she allowed the accusation to raise the amount of guilt she felt. Guilt and the feeling of being wronged, that is.
Enigma faltered a bit at the force of the Leer, but ruffled his feathers in anticipation of his next attack when he saw that the bird wasn't targeting him. Without waiting for a command, he charged at the Rufflet and attempted another Peck. The Litwick, meanwhile, let out a fearful cry as the Rufflet aimed a Wing Attack at her. She leaned backwards, to no avail, as she was battered by the angered bird's wings. Already her health dropped low and she sagged, hardly able to keep afloat. But she still had some fighting strength left, so she launched a sour Smog towards him.
Lillian, despite her increasing misgivings towards the Delibird, had a hunch that he had her best interests in mind. So when he tossed a basket containing a present towards her, she caught it willingly. Although she knew that Present was a potentially harmful attack, she was fervently trusting and hoping that the bird knew what he was doing. Otherwise she'd get even more bloody injuries, and that would just... suck.
::gible::
::natu:: ENIGMA (M) 11.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Hit by nothing! Used Peck on Rufflet!
::litwick:: UNNAMED (F) 5 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG Gentle - Prone to Excitement - Panics - Thinks Quickly - Friendly Hit by Wing Attack! Used Smog on Rufflet! Very Weak
. . . TUNES|| Miike Snow - Sylvia TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| :x
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Post by Kathryn on Dec 26, 2011 8:29:03 GMT -5
The Delibird remained silent as the battle continued on, waiting for the right moment for the trainer to use the present. He simply observed as the Rufflet took the peck from the Natu and then the Smog from the Litwick. The Smog didn't seem to do much at all, considering the level difference, however the move did have a rather plausible after effect.
Poison coursed through the body of the eagle-like Pokemon, causing him to shudder violently and rub at his aching head. At first it felt like his nasal passage was being filled with gas or something and it wasn't pleasant. He muttered something under his breath and then hovered into the air mirthlessly, feeling rather ill after the poison type attack.
“I don't feel so good,” the Pokemon complained, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. His nose felt like it was going to burst and he sucked in a shallow breath from his mouth instead before he went for another Wing Attack at the Litwick. He didn't feel up to leering at anyone really, not when his face felt so warm. When his attack had been tried he tried to turn, but ended up hurting himself in the process.
(-1 defense) [poisoned!] Level: 10 | Type: Flying/Normal | Gender: Male Abilities: Keen eye & Sheer force Attacks: peck | leer | fury attack | wing attack Personality: high and mighty - loyal - huff so gruff Status: Protecting Swablu Hit by Smog [poisoned!], Peck Dodged ---- Used Wing Attack, Litwick
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 26, 2011 20:42:16 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Why were the two birds ignoring her? Lillian expected as much, considering that anyone and everyone tended to ignore her, but this just felt unjust. She didn't know what she did wrong, and no one was explaining it to her, so how could she ascertain what to do next? Sighing to herself, she shook her head. Whatever. Her objectives at the moment were to stop herself from bleeding everywhere and to knock out the berserk Rufflet so that she could heal the Swablu. But right now she couldn't tend to her wounds, since there was what might as well be a ticking time bomb between her fingers. She held the present-filled basket, anxiously wondering when the Delibird would tell her to throw it. Ugh, and her wounds had opened again. She was feeling dizzy from the loss of blood.
Litwick felt satisfaction as the gasses permeated Rufflet's system, messing it up like she'd done before with other enemies. Except the eaglet didn't feel that much like an enemy, especially when they'd been having fun together. The candle felt sorrowful that she had to protect Lillian from the bird instead of vice versa, but she was torn, and Lillian's cause had been to heal, not tear down, like the bird was trying to do. Lost in thought, the candle was easily struck down by the eaglet's feathery wings, her light shining weakly as she fell unconscious. "Litwick!" Lillian cried in a hushed voice, feeling terrible that the candle had to include herself in this.
Enigma, however, was grateful that the Litwick served as a temporary target. He owed his health to the virtuous candle. <Way to state the obvious.> He commented to the Rufflet before spreading his wings and steadily gaining speed towards the eagle chick. But he suddenly teleported, appearing behind the Rufflet before silently aiming a Peck at the back of his neck. The ambitious Natu was aiming for a critical hit, it seemed.
<No, you can't help.> Trick's voice permeated the air as he held the Gible back; the baby was trying to run towards the mean Rufflet and give the bird a piece of his mind.
::gible::
::natu:: ENIGMA (M) 11.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Hit by nothing! Used Teleport & Peck!
::litwick:: UNNAMED (F) 5 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG Gentle - Prone to Excitement - Panics - Thinks Quickly - Friendly Hit by Wing Attack! Fainted!
. . . TUNES|| None TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| derpderp
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Post by tomackze on Dec 26, 2011 23:02:33 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 Rufflet was quickly caught off guard by the teleport of his enemy, making him defensively when the Natu pecked him in the back and sent him to the floor, tiring a bit from the attack. >You will pay for that!< He said angrily, coughing up blood at the process. But with the target in such close range, it became easy for him as he immediately turned around and aimed his wing right at the stomach of the Natu, hopefully knocking it back and maybe even knocking it out in the process. That was the only thing on his mind right now, to knock out the enemies who wanted to hurt his Swablu. He was going tod it at all cost and was even a bit disappointed when the Delibird did not help him.
The Delibird though, calculated the situation and quickly began to bend his fingers a little bit. >Just a bit more... Just a bit more...< He said, calculating when exactly to allow her to use the gift he had given her. If she can weaken the Rufflet a bit more, it would definitely work to perfection.
::Rufflet:: (Tiring) (-1 defense) [poisoned!] Level: 10 | Type: Flying/Normal | Gender: Male Abilities: Keen eye & Sheer force Attacks: peck | leer | fury attack | wing attack Personality: high and mighty - loyal - huff so gruff Status: Protecting Swablu Hit by Peck Used Wing Attack on Natu
::Delibird:: Almost time! | [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]TAGGED: ... WORDS: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 27, 2011 13:03:37 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian was on edge now, her sight beginning to fail her at the loss of all this blood. That bird had gotten her good, and her wounds were ponderous indeed. She began to feel like she'd need to get help from the pokemon center at this rate, even with her own supplies to help her. She narrowed her eyes slightly, not enjoying the feeling of knowing that the birds weren't listening to her. She heard the hardly audible mumblings of the Delibird that it was almost time, almost time, so she continued clutching the present.
She longed to go to the Litwick and heal the poor candle, whose light still burned brightly despite the pain she must be in. She is like a beacon of hope. Lillian thought to herself, her eyes softening just watching the candle. Gible and Trick watched silently, the Horsea softly consoling Gible by blowing distracting bubbles for him.
Enigma felt a burst of air erupt from his beak as the Wing Attack struck him hard and fast. Letting out a trill of pain, he flew backwards and narrowed his eyes at the Rufflet in a Leer. <Hmph, allowing emotions to control you. How weak.> He hissed before attempting another Peck on the bird, knowing a Night Shade wouldn't help in this situation.
::gible:: ::litwick::
::natu:: ENIGMA (M) 11.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Hit by Wing Attack! Used Leer & Peck on Rufflet!
. . . TUNES|| Passion Pit - To Kingdom Come TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| ~
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Post by Sheepy on Dec 27, 2011 16:30:58 GMT -5
::Rufflet:: (Weak) (-2 defense) [poisoned!] Level: 10 | Type: Flying/Normal | Gender: Male Abilities: Keen eye & Sheer force Attacks: peck | leer | fury attack | wing attack Personality: high and mighty - loyal - huff so gruff Hurt by Leer and Peck Used Leer and Peck Hurt by poison
::Delibird:: Almost time...! The Rufflet was just trying to protect the Swablu – why did things have to get ugly? And by ugly, he was thinking about the Natu. That thing is green! He didn't know of anything green with wings apart from Natu, and they were creepy! It felt horrible when the creepy bird leered at him and then pecked him right on the wing. He swung himself backwards in the air and panted. The Delibird seemed to be waving his hand subconsciously, waiting for the right time to use his present. The Rufflet screeched angrily and dove towards the Natu, ignoring his own pain for the while, and tried to return the treatment with his own leer and peck.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 28, 2011 16:13:31 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian continued to patiently wait for the Delibird's signal, uncomfortably tolerating the pain. Gosh darn it these pokemon weren't very observant. She felt like she could be going unconscious here, or even dying. A freaking waterfall of blood was dripping from her wounds because they were still hanging open because she was holding a present instead of stitching up her gashes. There was a thing called passive aggression, and Lillian was beginning to suspect that the Delibird was feeling it for her, subjecting her to this torment.
Her pokemon noticed too. <Lily, you look awful.> Trickle remarked, casting a worried eye over her wounds. Lillian stared at him with a pale face as Gible looked too, letting out a bit of a stressed sob over all of this. It was a lot to take in, especially after being borb right there.
Enigma continued to fight. After using the Peck, he felt a cold stare against his skin and automatically lowered his defenses. Grunting, he tried to maneuver out of the Peck, but was too slow, so he instinctively teleported out of the way instead. Smirking with increased confidence, he dove at his opponent for another Peck. This battle was becoming rather tedious, he realized; this time he went for yet another critical hit against the bird's face, hoping it'd end it faster.
::gible:: ::litwick::
::natu:: ENIGMA (M) 11.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Hit by Leer! Used Teleport to dodge Peck! Used Peck on Rufflet!
. . . TUNES|| Dr. Dooom - God of Rap (instrumental) TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| :V
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Post by FOTLY on Dec 29, 2011 0:27:44 GMT -5
it was like a movie scene. the rufflet fell to the floor, there was a chorus of " noooooo! "s from some watching crowd, and the delibird looked sadly at his fallen mate. yes, they were both male. no one cared. it just worked, okay?
anyway, the delibird looked over to his mate. > i'm dying, squietyle. < the rufflet said as his delibird raced to his side. either way, he knew how ready his body was. > no. don't die. my yu will keep you alive. < the delibird placed his hands on the rufflet's chest, and used his yu-powers to give the other some hope. but no. this was poke'mon, not some weird ass anime or whatever. yu did not exist.
> you've been having too much advils, my darling. <
and with that the rufflet was gone.
the delibird glared at the natu, crying worse than babbies on a cold summer's night. > you did this! why! how could you! < he yelled out, before looking at his fallen mate's body. > i will avenge you. < and with that, a healing present was randomly chucked at the other bird.
then he turned back to the trainer. the present was still being held to her chest. > live damn you! < he felt the urge to slam his wing against it. multiple times. but he didn't. he was good. > heal! heal! acokcaockibuak <
DEDmale // level 15 vital spirit - hustle present fottastic . santa - like . herpy derpy pinkiepie herp nope healing present. tags; tune in; comments; modded <3 [/size][/justify]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 29, 2011 15:34:09 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian watched with steadily growing impatience as the Delibird raced to the fallen Rufflet's side, speaking some gibberish that was rather non sequitur compared to what had been happening before. Enigma folded his wings and watched the scene nonchalantly, not really caring that the idiotic bird was dead. But Lillian cared, and she felt the need to rush to the bird's side and bring him to a care facility so that they could heal him up. She doubted he was actually dead. Unless her Natu was hiding something from her, that was.
<I did not intend for him to die.> Enigma replied to the Delibird, eye twitching slightly at the feathered buffoon's idiocy. Despite this, he felt a bit of shock that he'd caused a death. In panic, he tried to blame the Rufflet rather than himself. <He was merely too weak.> This response elicited a stunned silence from Lillian, who looked at her Natu with horror. Perhaps he really wasn't joking. You just needed to knock him out! Why did you kill him? She wanted to say, but she was dizzy and somehow the words didn't want to come out.
A present was thrown at the fallen Swablu. A healing one, it looked like. Lillian looked at her own present and wondered why she was still holding it if the Rufflet was already dead. Suddenly the ice type started yelling at her to live and heal and whatever the hell he was saying after that. "I was waiting on your cue." Lillian replied with agonized impatience, pressing the damp, bloody towel to her chest with one trembling hand as she held the present with the other. Pardon my french but why u no.
Litwick was still fainted and there was still an unused Potion lying in the grass, and Lillian yearned to heal all these poor hurt pokemon, but she had herself to worry about.
ENIGMA (M) 12.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT | LUCKY CHANT | PSYSHOCK Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Gained 1 level (Fot allowed.) Learned Lucky Chant & Psyshock (Choice TM)
. . . TUNES|| DCFC - Sound of Settling TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| winrar for greatest mod post ever
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Post by tomackze on Dec 29, 2011 17:30:25 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 present that was sent at the Swablu quickly healed the normal bird, but the other one did nothing on the poor Rufflet who was dead and thus no present could save him now. This only upset the Delibird some more as he looked on, tired and mad with the Natu for killing his friend. He quickly grabbed a present and attempted to throw it at the bird type, but was quickly stopped by the now revived Swablu who stood in front of him.
>No, don't pick a fight. We should just leave now.< She said to the Delibird, but he raged too much to do that. He chucked it but the Swablu quickly redirected the direction so it went straight for Lillian. Uh oh!
::Delibird:: male // level 15 vital spirit - hustle present fottastic . santa - like . herpy derpy pinkiepie Used Present (80 dmg) on Lillian trololol | [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]TAGGED: ... WORDS: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 30, 2011 0:03:59 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian watched with growing impatience, realizing that the Delibird was pretty much ignoring her at this point. Sighing, she set the present aside and nervously dabbed at her chest, mentally forgiving the birds and subtly praying for the Rufflet to rest in peace. Ears sensed the movement of the bird as he took out the present, and she rose her head with shock as the previously peaceful bird nearly attacked her. Sheesh, was she going to have to contend with all three of these birds?!
Apparently, yes, because the Swablu said something and just after that a present was hurtling at her. With a cry of fear, she raised her arms in front of her, but her Horsea reacted quicker. Trickle took the hit of the present, letting out a trill of pain as it burst against his skin. He then landed on the grass, shuddering with pain. Having been weakened from the previous battle, the attack reduced him even further so that he hardly wanted to get up now. "Trickle! Are you okay??" Lillian asked, leaning forward and laying a hand on him. <I'm fine. I'm worried about you.> He replied gently, giving her a caring expression.
"Please, let's just stop fighting." Lillian pleaded, still trying to staunch the flow of blood. Ugh, she could feel herself losing consciousness... there was too little left, and now her brain was reacting to it. "I-I need to call 911..." She uttered, realizing that now she couldn't heal herself alone now without passing out first. Bringing out her phone, she attempted to dial something, but she couldn't concentrate on the buttons. Slowly she typed the numbers. 9.... 1.... But she couldn't press the 1 in time before letting out a breathy shudder, slumping forward as the phone dropped out of her hand. In her other hand she held the still bloody towel.
Her pokemon, including the Gible, watched with horror. Litwick was also regaining consciousness too, groggily looking towards the scene. Rufflet was... not moving. Maybe they'd won. She looked at Lillian now, and her eyes widened with fright as a burst of adrenaline shot her towards the group. <What's going on!? What happened?> She cried out in worry. <Oh no, is she gonna die??> The Litwick looked at the dropped potion, floating over to it and picking it up with a bit of a struggle. <Would this work?>
<No. those are toxic on humans. I can read english.> Enigma replied, looking a bit shocked with the entire situation. <I saw her finger going towards this number before she fainted.> The Natu remarked, aiming his gaze towards the '1' and reaching a talon to press it. The ring of the phone started, and the pokemon looked at each other, unsure what to do next. Was a nurse gonna answer...?
::gible:: ::litwick::
TRICKLE (M) 14 SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY DETERMINED - SELFLESS - OVERBEARING Took the Present (80) in place of Lillian! Weak
::natu:: ENIGMA (M) 11.5 PSYCHIC / FLYING SYNCHRONIZE || EARLY BIRD PECK | LEER | NIGHT SHADE | TELEPORT Intelligent - Riddler - Egotistical - Manipulative - Strategic Finished dialing 911 for Lillian, who is now passed out. Waiting for the call to pick up.
. . . TUNES|| Discovery - Osaka Loop Line TAGS|| Lillian, Mods </////////3 TALK|| The more you refuse to read my posts, the more large and complex they become. <3
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Post by tomackze on Dec 30, 2011 0:58:30 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]>Oh shit! It's the popo! Time to bounce!< The Delibird quickly said when he heard the girl say that she was going to dial 9-1-1. He knew how much the police hated him around this season since there were so many times he gave booby trapped gifts that blew up in front of people's faces. His face was all over the streets and he knew that if he got caught he'd have to serve prison time so the threat was too surreal for him. He packed his things and got ready to leave, but before he did the girl quickly fainted which left him safe for the time being.
>Ha Ha! You didn't do it!< He quickly mused, ready to go forth and attack the girl once more but before he could, the Natu quickly finished the dial and the phone began to ring. >Oh shit! Peace out!< He said and he quickly flew away leaving the Swablu with the dead Rufflet.
The Swablu quickly looked at her friend who had just left, and then at the other bird that stood there dead and she realized that there was no reason for her to stay either, so she quickly opened her wings and began to fly away also. Now the only one that remained was Lillian, and her pokemon. And of course the dead bird.
Boy it'd get awkward once the police come and see a fainted trainer, a dead pokemon, and a few other pokemon just standing around doing nothing... And as the phone rang so much, a female voice quickly answered on the other line. "Hello? Hello? Anyone here? 911 was called? What is the emergency?" It kept asking, but when it heard no response it quickly GPS the phone and police sirens were sent to the spot.
Now what?
::Delibird:: male // level 15 vital spirit - hustle present fottastic . santa - like . herpy derpy pinkiepie Left.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 31, 2011 1:27:11 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s As the phone picked up, a strange voice came through the speaker, but all the Pokémon stared awkwardly at the device and said nothing. After all, not even the Natu could speak English. A small chirp left the Gible, but just before that the voice fell silent and hung up. It was anticlimactic, to say the least, and they were unsure what to do. They didn't know to expect a medic.
Lillian continued to remain unconscious, steadily losing blood, which worried her Pokémon. <Crap, this sucks.> Trickle groaned, rubbing his face with a fin anxiously. Then he glanced at the medical supplies surrounding the redhead. <Uh.. maybe we should try keeping her alive until someone comes.> He suggested with new hope in his eyes. Since Lillian was in a sitting position with her face forward in front of her, her chest with all its injuries was sort of concealed. <C'mon, help me out guys.> He trilled, attempting to push her upper torso up. Natu decided to help, still feeling bad that he'd killed something. Litwick helped of course, using her tiny paws to lift Lillian's head. Gible learned by example and helped as well.
With their powers combined, they managed to lift Lillian's upper torso so that they could see the bleeding injuries. But they underestimated their strength and watched helplessly as she continued to fall backwards, her head hitting the grass with a thud. Luckily, they were on grass, so she didn't quite have a concussion from that. But it'd hurt later. Urk. <... well.> Enigma remarked, hopping up to Lillian's chest and staring at the injuries, shaking his head. <These are quite ponderous. I'm not sure she'll survive if they don't come within the hour.> He analyzed.
<Ugh, why?> Litwick murmured sadly, hovering over the kind trainer and fervently hoping that an ambulance would come by soon. Gible let out a sad gurgle, and Trickle tried to carry the already bloody cloth over with his head. Then he set it on her chest, trying to halt the flow of blood.
All this took about seven minutes.
. . . TUNES|| Major derp TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| XDD alrighty. Just the present in the basket thing, POOR LILLIAN.
Also, requesting an aaaambulence next post? <3 Mebe. Perhaps. Or police, that's fine too. Same diff.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 31, 2011 9:25:41 GMT -5
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Many loud sirens were soon coming at the location to investigate what was going on. Not just the police, but an ambulance and a fire truck as well. Things were taken seriously in Ile Electrique, and they wanted to be prepared in case anything really did happen. That being said, if people happened to prank call them, then there was the potential for arrest. People soon started to emerge within 5 minutes, since several happened to be on patrol in the area anyways. It worked out.
Official workers started to fill the scene, seeing Lillian in her injured state with her Pokemon all around her. It was hard to tell which Pokemon had caused this, but generally they could sense a concern for the girl. Now would they let them approach her and help?
One cautious police officer tried to talk to the Pokemon while a medic was on standby, waiting for the clear to go to the girl's aid. If the Pokemon attacked him, then tough luck on giving her the proper help. "We're here to help, just let us." The fat, male and balding officer explained as he looked at her Pokemon, hoping they would give them permission quickly.
ooc: I feel like this is so derp. I'm sorry QQ
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 31, 2011 13:09:17 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Suddenly the pokemon heard sirens approaching and they looked up, watching as a police car, a waaambulance, and a fire truck parked near the park. Several people then filed in, which was quite a remarkable sight. Litwick hadn't seen this many people shuffling around since well... 9 am in Verona City. Most of the workers ignored the pokemon, but one of them, a blue-suited guy, seemed to show concern for them. He was fat and jiggly like a jigglypuff. Trickle immediately nodded, trusting these humans to look after Lillian even though they looked sort of suspicious. Enigma said nothing, knowing that the other pokemon would respond. Gible merely looked around, ignoring the policeman, and Litwick cried out, <Please hurry, or she might.. you know!>
Lillian remained unconscious with the bloody rag on her chest, her eyes closed almost peacefully. Her breathing was slightly irregular, her wounds beginning to swell up. Fortunately, they weren't facing the ground now like minutes ago, so the blood wasn't coming out as fast. Her ears twitched at all these new sounds. If she was sleeping normally, all this would've woken her up by now.
::gible:: ::litwick:: ::natu::
. . . TUNES|| Umineko - Suspicion TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| It's better than if someone spawned some pokemon or something LOL. :'D
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 31, 2011 13:36:10 GMT -5
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At the Pokemon’s permission, the police officer snapped his fingers to allow the medics to do their thing with Lillian. She was about to be whisked away to the hospital, where a rather hilarious sight would greet her when she woke up. All assuming that she stayed still and allowed herself to be helped by the medics as they had her on the stretcher, placed into an ambulance than god modded her to the hospital. It was pretty recommended that she stuck around for all of this, otherwise she really could die from that wound she had. While the trained and responsible men and women fought for Lillian’s life, the police officer was stuck with her Pokemon. In the city.
This was completely logical and made perfect sense and we are going to go along with it, dammit. ”I’ll need to ask you a few questions.” The police officer took off his hat and nodded at them, revealing Growlithe ears as he let out a playful growl at them. He could understand them, since he had some morph in him. At least this would end up helping him out when it came to communicating with Pokemon, kneeling down and looking at them with a notepad and a comforting stare. ”Think you can tell me what happened?” He didn’t see a reason to single them all out and question them individually, since they seemed trustworthy enough.
”After we’re done, I’ll take you in my car to the hospital. You’ll be with your trainer then.” He explained gently, hoping that they would at least be kind enough to tell him the story. Plopping his hat back on his head, he looked at them all expectantly, ready to write down whatever the hell gibberish they had to make. At least the area was being cleared out now, with less cars and now only curious pedestrians walking by.
ooc: lmao I ACTUALLY CONSIDERED THAT. but it seems too serious to have a series of Pikachu nurses trying to tend to Lillian like a game of operation. ANYWAYS I'M SO SORRY I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO FOR THIS, BUT HERE'S SOMETHING?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 1, 2012 12:48:48 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian didn't realize that she was being godmodded to the hospital and she continued to remain unconscious as they whisked her into the ambulance, driving away like zoom zoom vavoom. Her pokemon seemed worried as they watched all that happen, but most of them trusted humans enough to allow them to tamper with their human.
When the police officer revealed his Growlithe ears, they sensed the pokemon aura emanating off of him. So that was why he was able to talk to them! His expression offered some comfort as well, as if they had no need to worry about their trainer. <Ok.> The shiny Horsea nodded as he asked them what happened. At first silence, then a few of them spoke up at the same time, but finally the Natu was allowed to speak because he had the best memory. <A Rufflet used Fury Attack on Lillian, aimed at her chest. This resulted in moderate to heavy blood loss to the point of unconsciousness.> He explained. And they trusted the police officer enough when he said they'd be carried back to their trainer in due time. Good, because then they'd have to be wild again, and that would suck.
::gible:: ::natu:: ::litwick::
. . . TUNES|| Ben Folds - Trusted TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| LOL for anyone else that mods this, feel completely free to carry Lillian around and whatnot. It's not godmodding if she's unconscious and can't do anything about it. And time skip to the actual hospital room if it helps it move along faster. Just sayin', I'm an open mind. I don't have a stick up my ass, TALK TO ME. 8(
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Post by tomackze on Jan 1, 2012 13:32:14 GMT -5
The Growlithe morph listened intently to the pokemon and quickly nodded, gathering all the information he needed before he brought his car over and took them all to see their trainer. As they drove, he decided to lighten up the mood a bit by singing a happy song that they probably would all enjoy. "I want to be the very beast! That no one ever was! To catch them is my real test... To train them is my cause!" He stopped after, hoping someone would continue so it wouldn't be awkward silence for the entire ride.
And while that occurred. The nurse and doctor brought Lillian to one of the available rooms and they quickly tried to fix her and heal her. "We can help her! We have the technology! She will be STRONGER! FASTER! BETTER! SHE WILL BE BIONIC WOMAN!" They said out loud, although it was more for showcasing than anything else because what they actually did was feed her a few pills and patch up a few wounds. It was a lot less exciting so the commentary was what they hoped would liven up the mood, and afterward they let her rest for the night.
When the day came, her pokemon waited outside for her and she was ready to go if she so pleased!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 1, 2012 18:45:19 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s The pokemon watched as the kind Growlithe morph straightened back up and drove his car back over to them, allowing them to board. As he sang, it lightened the mood between them a little, and a few of them even joined in - the Gible and Litwick, whose voices trilled along the whole way. Trickle and Enigma, however, remained silent, the Horsea out of worry for Lillian and the Natu out of utter nonchalance and private thought.
Lillian, meanwhile, was wheeled off to some sort of room where they patched up her gashes. Thank goodness, too, because she wasn't going to be able to do it herself in that state. She remained unconscious until late that next morning, and as she woke up she looked over and saw her pokemon, rested up, waiting around the bed - even the Litwick, which she still technically hadn't caught yet. Her wounds still sort of hurt, but she felt like it was healing up. Stitches were there and everything, she assumed.
"I'm probably well enough to go." She announced to her pokemon as she pushed the sheets off of her, revealing the always exposing hospital gown on her. Argh, she hated these things. She got out of bed and of course her ass was showing, so she slowly and tiredly put on her clothes - jeans topped with a dress and a petite jacket over her shoulders, with long brown faux leather boots, gloves, a fluffy scarf, and a hat with those things dangling off of it - while her perverted pokemon tried their best to look away. Then she had matters to attend to.
Walking over to the candle, she stooped down and spoke in a weak voice to the Litwick. "You aren't my pokemon. How come you came along?" She asked gently, smiling at her. The Litwick felt disarmed by the smile and smiled back, glad that the kind human was still alive and well. <I don't know... you seem fun to hang around with.> The candle responded with a small ghostly smile, and suddenly her belly rumbled. Lillian quickly looked around for her backpack, realizing that it wasn't in the room. Just then the nurse came in with a tray of breakfast for her. "Miss, do you know where my stuff is?" She asked, and the kind nurse nodded as she put the tray down. "I'll bring it right out." She answered, leaving the room.
Lillian took the tray and offered it to the pokemon. "You guys finished dialing the number, didn't you?" She asked with a small smile as all of them ate the food. Lillian wasn't that hungry, but she imagined she would be later. Besides, she was putting the pokemon first.
"I owe you all my life." She continued, a tear emerging from her eye at the thought of that. She could've died back there, really could. Litwick saw the tear and floated up to her face, wiping it away. "Litwick... would you like to join me?" She asked, smiling warmly. The candle's eyes practically bugged out of her face as she smiled. <Really!? Please! Please! Please please please!> She replied ecstatically, bouncing around the room. Lillian smiled, pulled out a pokeball, and caught the candle in it by merely holding it out.
By now, her other pokemon were finished eating as well, and the nurse returned with the backpack, which Lillian accepted with a smile and a nod. "Time to go." She announced, calling back her pokemon and trying to ignore the pain of her chest wounds. Hopefully they'd heal up in time. She exited the hospital and resumed her exploration of the city, glad that now it was cloudy and not snowing today. A thin blanket of white, however, covered the ground, and she formed footsteps in it as she walked.
. . . TUNES|| Foster the People - Waste TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| Lolderp, such godmodding of my pokemon :'v They're actually conscious you silly. To compensate, I controlled an NPC nurse ;] Oh and mods, feel free to ignore this post and just conjure a pokemon~ it's all rp-purposes fluff. <3
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jan 1, 2012 19:16:08 GMT -5
::joltik:: L (10) // F Unnerve // Compound Eye String Shot * Leech Life * Spider Web * Thunder Wave * Screech A cuddler, very sweet but has a very short temper (as you command <3 lol) A small yellow bug-looking poke'mon was crawling through the snow. She was pushing up huge piles of the newly falling snow and trying to stack it up and make a snow man/bug. Unfortunately there wasn't a lot of snow on the ground and what was falling wasn't sticky snow. She had a nice pile of snow going. There was no shape to it at all. She stopped and stared at her pile of snow. She poked it gently with one of her legs. And she shouted. Loudly, and angrily. She kicked it with her leg and she then plopped her butt down in the snow. <Can't make a snow Metapod...> She said in an unhappy voice. She didn't notice the trainer.
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