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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 25, 2012 17:15:48 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian winced as the spider screeched once again, the horrid sound amplifying in her Audino ear drums. The attack harmed the Litwick, too, who cheeped and covered her own ears with her little nubby paws. The loud sound left her open to another Leech Life, which felt nasty. She squeaked with pain as yet more of her health left her and entered into the spider's body. It was such a small amount that it hardly mattered, but with all these Screeches, it was starting to sting more.
Lillian silently checked her pokedex for the Litwick's status. Paralyzed. No use trying to make a command this turn, then, if her candle was unable to move. She looked back up at the battle as Bea stayed in her place, silently battling with the paralysis. Victory was so close -- she could feel it!
::litwick:: BEACON (F) 6 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG Quiet, yet easily excited - Panics - Quick thinking - Friendly ( PARALYZED, EVASION +2 DEF -4, CAN'T ESCAPE ) Hit by Screech & Leech LIfe (NVE x0.25) Paralyzed! Can't move! Health is yellow (half)
. . . TUNES|| Faded Paper Figures - Small Talk TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <3
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Post by CASTAWAY on Jan 25, 2012 17:42:22 GMT -5
pokemon encounter ! by the looks of it, that litwick was paralyzed. however, the cute joltik took it differently. thinking that the fire Pokémon was actually scared witless, and was unable to attack that way, the joltik moved forward and started screeching again. it was this really weird wail that was all out of contrast with her usual voice. at the end of the wail, her voice cracked. she coughed, but lunged forward again for another leech life. she even sprouted and threw little pins to help her leech life. after all, projectiles were cool too. and coming up close would result in her being able to get the leeched life back. yipee!
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 Screech and Leech Life on Litwick[/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| TAGS|| modded! TALK|| your welcome<3 ---------------------[/size]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 26, 2012 17:34:05 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian dearly wished that people made earmuffs for Audinos so that she could cash in on that, as it would protect her from ugly noises like this. Frustrated, she resorted to smushing her ears against her head, but this still only reduced the potency of her hearing to double that of a normal person's. When it was done, she rubbed her ears, biting her lip at how painful that was. Litwick, too, felt the pain of it, but it hurt less to her, possessing normal hearing and all. Though she was paralyzed, she was still quite small and more agile. Thus, when the spider pokemon came this time, she managed to leap out of the way just in time to avoid what could've been a fatal Leech Life.
<Ha!> She squeaked with a grin. "Ember!" Lillian commanded, and the candle was already ahead of her. Collecting a flame in her jaws, she released it towards the insect in hopes that it'd be enough to win. She was practically as weak as a piece of paper now, after all that screeching!
::litwick:: BEACON (F) 6 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG Quiet, yet easily excited - Panics - Quick thinking - Friendly ( PARALYZED, EVASION +2 DEF -6, CAN'T ESCAPE ) Hit by Screech, dodged Leech Life! Used Ember on Joltik!
. . . TUNES|| Catherine OST - An die Freude TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| HONK
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Post by FOTLY on Jan 27, 2012 14:00:20 GMT -5
the girl was squishing these rather strange looking ears to the side of her head as if her high pitched voice hurt or something. maybe this person was just too easy to break. > something wrong, sweetie? < the joltik called out in mock-caring, because honestly, she really didn't care. her anger was too much for her to care at the moment.
orange flames licked at her yellow fur. her beautiful yellow fur! now it was all singed, and it was actually burned completely away in this one spot on her side, showing a bright, red mark. the flames had caused a burn, and it wasn't going to look pretty. > ouch! < she hissed as she tried to move, tearing up slightly from the slithering pain crawling up her spine. she'd rather be picked apart by pidgeys than go through this!
> oh, you're going to pay now. < all remorse was gone for the litwick, as the joltik rushed forwards again, fangs seeming to double in size. she was going to drain this candle's life and the candle was going to like it! well, maybe not like it, but that was a quote from a movie. either way, the joltik was really thirsting for some energy back, so what better way than to take it from someone who might have needed it more?
::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 hit by ember burned used leech life . . tags; draag racer tune in; thanks for the memories - fall out boy OTL comments; modded <3 [/size][/justify]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 29, 2012 15:41:46 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian aimed a hurt look at the Joltik, offended by the tone of her question. She didn't sound genuinely concerned. "No." She replied instinctively, crossing her arms and putting on a serious expression. Her ears really were hurting, though. She noted the effects of Screech and mused that if her pokemon learned that, she'd probably go out of her way to teach them something less loud. Then again, it was a pretty good attack...
Beacon squeaked with fear as the spider leapt towards her once more for a Leech Life. Why was she so mad? It was just a little fire. She loved fire; why didn't other pokemon, too? But that was irrelevant. Despite her efforts to avoid the fangs, the Leech Life hit, extracting a fair amount of health from her this time. She found herself teetering on the very edge of her health, panting from exertion. All she wanted to do was rest, but she wanted victory enough to remain conscious. She kept control of her muscles, who threatened to fall into paralysis again.
"Minimize and Ember again!" Lillian commanded, the excitement building in her. The spider pokemon had more experience, but she assumed that fire would manage to prevail. Bea noted the attack and decreased in size again, allowing her to dodge more easily. Then she puffed up and released a pyre of flame towards the insect again.
::litwick:: BEACON (F) 6 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG Quiet, yet easily excited - Panics - Quick thinking - Friendly ( PARALYZED, EVASION +3 DEF -6, CAN'T ESCAPE ) Hit by Leech Life (NVE x0.25)! Health is red! Used Minimize & Ember on Joltik!
. . . TUNES|| Sufjan Stevens - All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! or Forever Hold Your Peace! TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| honkhonkhonk
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Post by CASTAWAY on Jan 29, 2012 16:10:59 GMT -5
pokemon encounter ! it seemed apparent that this joltik was dying. why? four embers to the knee is a lot. this damn bug was flaming. it needed to faint, or something. so, while already burning out on the inside, the joltik just dropped. out cold. not moving. yay, lillian killed a bug. its a spider. move on. it didn't die. just.. collapsed on the spot. that litwick's pro. it won. YAAAAY BEACOOOON!
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 hit by ember & minimize burned burned to death, fainted, died. capture?[/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| TAGS|| modded! TALK|| your welcome<3 +2 levels to beacon. ---------------------[/size]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 29, 2012 18:59:56 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian gasped as the flames overtook the poor insect's body, seemingly devouring even the bug's interior as she stopped and dropped to the snow. The cold breeze slowly made the flames die out, leaving the unmoving corpse of the spider there. She rushed quickly to the fallen spider and knelt down, holding her hand in front of the Litwick's face to feel if she was breathing. There - she could feel a few shallow breaths, but she could tell that the insect was having trouble. The Litwick lingered next to her, worried about if she'd gone too far. Lillian felt the Litwick's concern and tried to assure her. "You did nothing wrong. It's alright." She said in her quiet voice, smiling at the candle, who nodded with only slight relief.
Lillian called her back into her pokeball for a rest. Then, still kneeling next to the spider, she lightly tapped her cranium with a Great Ball. She hoped to bring the creature to a pokemon center to ensure that she wouldn't die from her wounds.
::litwick:: BEACON (F) 8 GHOST / FIRE FLASH FIRE || FLAME BODY EMBER | ASTONISH | MINIMIZE | SMOG | FIRE SPIN Quiet, yet easily excited - Panics - Quick thinking - Friendly Recalled
Used on Joltik
. . . TUNES|| Sufjan Stevens - The Dress Looks Nice On You TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| yay XD
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Post by CASTAWAY on Jan 29, 2012 23:17:08 GMT -5
::joltik:: pokemon encounter ! a blue ball was lugged at the joltik. the spider even twitched as it was sucked inside. the rolling went by slowly. rhythmic with the sound of chopping wood. at first, it was hardly noticeable. the clicking sound of the joltik was inaudible after a while, though. because there was now humming. lots of humming. singing a tune. the noise was pretty loud. it sounded like there was a lot of people, pokemon. whatever. singing a song. and.. chopping wood!
::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 caught[/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| TAGS|| modded! TALK|| your welcome<3 ---------------------[/size]
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 30, 2012 20:00:14 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian had no sooner detected the faint click of the Great Ball when she heard the faint din of unified voices and chopping wood. Curious to find out what this was, she pocketed her new friend and wandered towards the faint noise. Even if the noise wasn't loud, she would've heard it, but since it was close she was certain that she'd reach it in a jiffy. This post is really freakin' short. There's not enough details about what's going on, help.
Chopping wood is slightly hazardous. Lillian didn't know that there might be danger afoot.
. . . TUNES|| Sufjan Stevens - Carlyle Lake TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| '''''OTL
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Post by Dracken on Jan 31, 2012 15:11:12 GMT -5
Ohey look, lack of template. But that didn't matter. Onto the post.
The noise wasn't anything interesting...or was it? The noise got louder, telling you it was close. Very very close. Heck yeah, like right under foot. Ohwait, it was under foot. The noise was a groaning Pokemon, not any Pokemon either. A lolzy Pokemon. A Trubbish coughed and rolled over, looking beaten...or just passed out. What was wrong with it?
::trubbish:: Under foot, out cold.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 5, 2012 0:54:13 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian crept closer and closer, the noise increasing in its frequency, until she closed the distance between herself and the source - a trash-bag looking thing that she quickly identified as a Trubbish. Such creatures were made out of trash, she knew, and operated somehow by a source of energy in their middle. How trash became a living creature in the first place, she didn't know, but perhaps she'd study it later if she had the time.
Intrigued, she knelt down next to the Trubbish, who looked to be in pain. "Are you alright?" She asked in a soft, almost imperceptible voice. Honestly, the creature was probably littered with germs and diseases just from being made out of trash, but Lillian figured that she could just wash her hands afterwards if she ended up touching it. Then again... it didn't look too bad, so she figured a simple Potion would work. She brought one out and sprayed it towards the Trubbish without much hesitation.
Used on Trubbish
. . . TUNES|| Sufjan Stevens - Jacksonville TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <33
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Post by tomackze on Feb 5, 2012 12:16:52 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 was sprayed with a nice stinging sensation but the potion did absolutely nothing to the garbage bag who wasn't really hurt, but just exhausted from all the partying that he had done the day before. He was too tired to get up and he simply stood there, sleeping even though the potion did leave a semi irritation feeling on his body. >Zzzzz. Snooze! Snooze! Snooze!< He continued to sleep.
Probably better for Lillian to just leave him be, since he wasn't bothering anyone anyways. He was simply here, sleeping, and having a grand ol' time. Nothing to see here or to do here!
::Trubbish:: Gender: Male | Level: 10 Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes Personality: A real party animal. Goes hard! Potion did nothing. Just exhausted | [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 Feb 11, 2012 19:05:47 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian sprayed all of the contents of the potion out onto the Trubbish, but when it was all gone, the Trubbish's outward appearance hadn't changed sans the sheet of droplets now lingering on his surface. She listened closer now and realized that he was making noise; the quiet yawn, it seemed, had been lost on her for the moment. Scolding herself for missing such an obvious sign of contentment, she replaced the used Potion in her bag and straightened up. Figuring that there was no use in bothering the creature, she took a remaining glance at him before walking away.
It was getting lighter and lighter by the moment. Late morning. A curtain of fog hung over the snowy city, making it sort of hard to see in general. Lillian kept the bottom of her chin tucked beneath her warm scarf, the fluffs of breath emerging from her mouth in spurts. Her footsteps were silent to those around her but crunched like a chomping crocodile's jaw to her own ears. That, mixed with the resounding footsteps of several pedestrians going to and fro to their places of work, accumulated into a loud din that Lillian had gotten used to through her years of life.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, could she be certain that any pokemon would be out and about?
. . . TUNES|| Bock, Jerry - Fiddler on the Roof, Musical TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| <3
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Post by tomackze on Feb 11, 2012 20:09:58 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]Lillian was right, the hustle and bustle of the day made it very unlikely that a wandering pokemon would just show up out of the blue. Instead, all the pokemon out seemed to be owned, as all the wild pokemon went to hiding as the day became most active. They wanted to avoid the trainers, avoid the people who would want to beat them up for no reason but to "train" or capture them and imprison them for life in a PC unit that they'd never get out of. All of them were hidden, which probably made Lillian very sad if her attention wasn't been asked for by a dashing lad who was the head of his football team.
"Hey beautiful. What brings you here all alone? Looking for me right? Well, I'm here now." The Jock Polamalu said to Lillian as he eyed her up and down. Beside him was his Voltorb who took a look at the girl from head to toe and then turned to Polamalu. >You did good. She's a cutie< He said to his trainer and Polamalu gave him a high five.
"So, enough waiting. Why don't we go get dinner now. I'll even pay for you." He said. Boy! A free dinner? Who can resist?
::Voltorb:: { Turn-On } Level 12|Male Static|Soundproof Charge|Tackle|Sonicboom|Spark Personality: Very flashy, a show off, not much of a talker | [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 Feb 15, 2012 0:00:42 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian sighed as she realized that there wasn't much sign of pokemon around these parts -- mostly flying types, but they were blissfully high above the crowd of people that would think to capture them. Listening with her ears, she could only discern the murmurs, footsteps and heartbeats of the pedestrians. She concentrated on them for a while until she began thinking deeply about philosophical ideas. Deep in thought, it was no wonder that she jumped when a big, bulky football player came out of nowhere and started talking to her.
Startled, she first stared at him, then looked around her to see if he was talking to anyone else. But no; his gaze betrayed it. He was staring right at her -- well, not at her. More like her entire body besides her face. She heard his pokemon speak, calling her a cutie. Well, it was flattering, but honestly? This whole thing, she could tell, was entirely immature. She stiffened when he asked her out to dinner. Clearly, it was for shallow reasons.
After a nervous swallow, she replied, "Can't. I'm busy. And shy, so..." Hardly another moment passed until she attempted to turn the other way and leave. Nope, she wasn't up for this, even though beneath her skin, perverse thoughts ran through her. What if she could make this some sort of fun fling? No. She wasn't made of the right stuff for that. Any social gathering with her ended badly or boringly.
. . . TUNES|| Rachmaninov, Surgey - Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op 18 TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| I didn't think he was a pervert. ):
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Post by tomackze on Feb 16, 2012 0:26:25 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]Polamalu wasn't one who really got rejected, ever. He was a star football player for the local college team so he usually would have at least five groupies throwing themselves at him after every game. He wasn't a huge player or someone who gets around a lot, but he did not mind his occasional mid-season fling to relieve stress and tension. When the girl rejected him, he started to get intrigued by her and actually take her a bit more seriously. The answer no was very strange to him since he had never heard it before, and he wasn't going to give up that easily.
When she started to walk away, he jogged a bit to catch up to her. Not in a creepy way, but rather in a social way. "Wait. Don't go yet. Sorry if I came off too strong. I just thought you'd be down for a date." He said to her, feeling that he had to change tactics now if he wanted her. He wasn't even thinking sex before, he just wanted someone to put around his shoulders before the next big game.
"How about a battle then? Turn-On can take you on. And then we can see how it goes from there?" He asked Lillian. He wouldn't let her leave that easily. She rejected him, and that made him want her more.
::Voltorb:: { Turn-On } Level 12|Male Static|Soundproof Charge|Tackle|Sonicboom|Spark Personality: Very flashy, a show off, not much of a talker Battle? | [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: Who said he's pervy? He's just eying you and then asking you out. There's nothing pervy there. He just sees and likes it. CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 17, 2012 15:30:37 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian had hardly taken a few steps in the other direction when the distinct sound of his shoes beating the ground amplified. She turned around just as he closed the distance between them again and then positioned her tiny self a little bit defensively. What was it now? Her large eyes centered on his face as he explained his actions, and she felt kind of bad for immediately rejecting him, but that was just not her scene. She hadn't dated often, and when she did it was sort of awkward because the men were intimidated by her intelligence and near silence.
Nevertheless, he seemed hard-pressed on her, so she decided to oblige his invitation for a battle. "I guess that's okay." She replied to him quietly before positioning herself and releasing her low level Gible into battle. He flapped his arms like wings and let out a noise that sounded almost like a chicken's cluck, which caused Lillian to laugh. "Can it be a double battle?" She inquired tentatively before sending out her other choice - her Shiny Horsea, who seemed to enjoy the fact that it was snowing. He swallowed bits of the snowflakes, enjoying the cool feeling. <First battle, eh? Up and at 'em, soldier!> The Horsea said to the Gible, who responded with a happy little growl.
"Um.. you can go first." Lillian invited calmly, her voice so soft that it almost inaudible.
::gible:: JAWS (M) 2 DRAGON / GROUND SAND VEIL TACKLE | METAL CLAW | SAND TOMB Acts Like a Bird - Imaginative - Optimistic - Sociable - Gentle - Childish
TRICKLE (M) 14 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing
. . . TUNES|| Rebuilding the Lights of the Statues - A Death-Bed Song TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| He's attracted to her appearance. And who checks a girl out that obviously unless they're a pervert? :'D Notdiscreet
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Post by tomackze on Feb 17, 2012 19:01:42 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]Polamalu wasn't too keen on a double battle as he liked to have solo efforts. They reminded him of his training and his practices, every man had to be by himself. If one person messed up, everyone suffered so each individual had to keep himself in top shape in order for everyone else to not get punished. The same went for battling, he wanted each individual pokemon to hold their own weight, instead of having someone else bail them out because that was no way to learn.
"I'd have to decline. I prefer solo battles." He said, but Turn-On quickly just scoffed when he saw the two foes. The Gible looked so young and so weak, it probably was a baby. And the other pokemon? It was pretty but it was a water type against his electric superiority. It didn't matter to him, he'd take them both on and beat them both!
>It's alright. I got this!< He said and Polamalu just stood there and nodded. "Alright. I'll let you use two then, Turn-On seems to feel that way." He said and Turn-On sent a very speedy disk at the Gible in hopes of knocking it out, and making it a one vs one again.
::Voltorb:: { Turn-On } Level 12|Male Static|Soundproof Charge|Tackle|Sonicboom|Spark Personality: Very flashy, a show off, not much of a talker Used Sonicboom on Gible | [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 Feb 21, 2012 20:20:55 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s The moment she sent out her Gible, she knew she'd made a wrong decision. He was so weak, so feeble... it was probably better, she figured, to just level him up with rare candies. But she figured he'd need to feel the experience of a few battles before maturing so that he would learn more easily. With her strong Horsea by his side, he'd be safe enough. They could cover each other. Besides, she needed more practice with double battles before challenging the gym.
She was a little disappointed when he declined her invitation. Without hesitation, she got out the Gible's pokeball and was about to return him when she heard a scoff from the Voltorb. One look at him told her that he was up for the challenge. "Alright." Lillian replied, becoming worried. She really had made a bad decision, hadn't she -
Then she heard the wisping of the Sonicboom as it sailed through the air and slashed right into her Gible. A pitiful wail left the dragon-type before he slunk to the ground, sniffling from the pain until he went out like a light. A very sour look crossed Lillian's face at this, but she kept any bitter feelings she had inside as she recalled the poor creature. She supposed that it was all fair in battle, but was that really necessary? He was just a baby, for goodness' sake, and to put him out on the first turn was just irritating. Lillian seemed distracted by these thoughts, but nevertheless she issued a command. "Smokescreen and Scald."
Trickle was equally as sickened by how mean they were to just put out the Gible like that. New determination in his eyes, he released a plume of smoke that quickly shrouded him from view. Then he summoned warm water from inside of him and forced it out, rippling and bubbling, towards Turn-On.
TRICKLE (M) 14 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing Used Smokescreen & Scald on Turn-On!
::gible:: JAWS (M) 2 DRAGON / GROUND SAND VEIL TACKLE | METAL CLAW | SAND TOMB Acts Like a Bird - Imaginative - Optimistic - Sociable - Gentle - Childish Fainted. Recalled. Any levels, mods?
. . . TUNES|| Lily Allen - 22 TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| x':
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Post by tomackze on Feb 21, 2012 20:45:58 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 baby! Polamalu started to laugh when he saw the Gible fall so quickly. Now that wasn't much of a battle at all, he needed this to be a two on one because it'd be boring as a one on one. He took out his competition already, it was no contest so he was glad he got to face another. The other though seemed a bit stronger than the weak dragon type.
It came in first with a smokescreen which thwarted the vision of Turn-On, before it rushed forth and poured burning water on the electric type. >OUCH! WOAH!? HOT! BURNING! AHHH!< He screamed to the top of his lungs. He wasn't much of a talker, but he did in this instance because the attack was just too painful not to scream. He was almost burned by it also, but luckily avoided that fate this time around.
Now, it was their time to make the offensive. Electric versus water, time to make a cooked fish! "Charge and Spark." Polamalu said, and Turn-On simply smiled before he rolled towards the Horsea, absorbing electricity while he was in motion and then sent a very quick and powerful thrust over at his opponent in hopes of shocking the crap out of the sea horse and turning it into dinner or something.
"So. How about that date now?" Polamalu asked. They were battling and he hoped he was impressing her. Hoped it was enough for that date!
::Voltorb:: (-1 accuracy) { Turn-On } Level 12|Male Static|Soundproof Charge|Tackle|Sonicboom|Spark Personality: Very flashy, a show off, not much of a talker Hit by Scald and Smokescreen Used Charge and Spark | [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: I'd say +0.5 levels. It wasn't really any effort but I did drag this upon you. Might as well reward the little critter somehow. CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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