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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 24, 2012 21:44:09 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian glowered in disapproval when Polamalu laughed at her Gible's demise. The poor little guy... she regretted her decision to send him out now, but it wasn't her fault that he was still in need of experience. Holding her tongue, she watched Trick avenge the baby Pokémon by boiling Turn-on in a bath of hot water. That looked like it hurt; she bit her lip, but kept watching to see what attacks they would retaliate with. Ah, Charge and Spark - this was going to hurt. What was I smoking when I used Jaws and Trick against him? She sighed to herself.
Inevitably, the attack hurt the Horsea - a lot. The charged up Spark was enough to lower poor Trick down to a sickened state, hardly able to float stably. But fortunately, he survived the attack. Lillian realized that she was probably going to be defeated in the next turn. Healing the Horsea would've just been delaying the inevitable. She raised her eyes towards Polamalu when he suddenly inquired about the date again. If anything, she was only more annoyed when he asked that, but managed to hide her emotions behind a mask of indifference. "Trick, Smokescreen and Aurora Beam." She commanded. Perhaps a lessened accuracy would give her more of a chance of winning.
Trick faithfully obeyed, spouting out more smoke towards Turn-On. Then he opened his nozzle wide and released an ice-cold beam in the Voltorb's direction. Ice, ice, baby.
TRICKLE (M) 14 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing Hit by Spark (SE)! Health is mid-yellow! Used Smokescreen & Aurora Beam on Turn-On!
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Post by tomackze on Feb 25, 2012 13:20:38 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 saw the indifference from Lillian and started to feel a bit derpy because she wasn't giving him an answer. He did not like the sound of rejection nor indifference at all because he wasn't used to it. She was definitely playing hard to get, a bit too good at it for that matter also and he did not know how he'd respond to it at the moment. As Turn-On was hit with a smokescreen and aurora beam combo, he started to feel his body weaken a bit and Polamalu began to have other problems to worry about.
The lower accuracy wasn't good. The damage wasn't good. The indifference? That was probably the worst of them all. Ugh! What to do now? What to do? "Alright. Sonicboom. Lets send something that is fast enough to do damage." He said to his pokemon as Turn-On sent a speedy disk at his opponent. It eliminated the Gible, so hopefully it'd do some serious damage to the Horsea.
After that, he looked at Lillian again and smiled. "Alright. I get you, I get you. You want me to be a gentleman don't you? Buy you flowers. Take you to a nice restaurant. Pick you up early and drop you off at a reasonable time? I can do that..." He said to her.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 25, 2012 20:03:56 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian was observant enough to see Polamalu's difference in expression and felt a little bad for ignoring him, but she just couldn't answer that question with the way she felt. She had a negative image of him right now. Just randomly coming to her out of nowhere and asking for a date was sort of shady. She watched as Aurora Beam hit, lowering his health a little more. But Turn-On seemed just as healthy as always. He launched a Sonicboom, but his aim was not sound. Trickle managed to float out of the way thanks to the thick blanket of smoke that hid him from view.
Satisfied that her plans were working, Lillian began formulating what her next moves would be. Just then, however, Polamalu invaded her thoughts with a smile and a new proposition. If he puts it that way, it's hard to refuse. She thought to herself, swallowing her nervousness. Then she tentatively nodded. "Okay." She replied curtly, offering him a small smile before giving Trick the cue to attack again. "Water Gun."
Trick heard and obeyed with a giddy trill. <Will do!> He felt liquid bubbling from within his stomach and launched it towards Turn-On in a thick line.
::horsea:: TRICKLE (M) 14 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing Dodged Sonicboom! Used Water Gun on Turn-On!
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 26, 2012 8:55:44 GMT -5
::voltorb:: pokemon encounter ! the watergun splashed all over the voltorb's circular body, shining him up. it sizzled when it touched him, being an electric type. he even grunted a bit and tried shaking some of it off. < cut that out. > he grunted, before rolling around and aiming his next attack. " TURN ON. SPARK GO. " his trainer roared, then picked him up and hiked him between his legs. because of this, the voltorb found himself unable to aim his attack properly, and instead sparked the ground.
< uuugh. > he snarled, glaring at his trainer. but the football player was oblivious to the fact, instead just hooting and hollering. what an idiot.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 7, 2012 22:45:56 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Trick grinned when his water managed to make the Voltorb shine, cleaning off the previous layer of dust he'd seen on him. He laughed just a bit when the orb commanded him to cut it out. <Looking good, though!> He replied, winking at him to show that he was speaking lightly.
All of a sudden, both Trick and Lillian witnessed a terrifying transformation of the horny adolescent into a horny primitive football player. Yep, Lillian could tell that he so dearly wanted to bone something. If she wasn't, he clearly wasn't being described accurately. Her frown was sharp on her face as she watched him do strange things with his Voltorb, even getting shocked by the very attack he was supposed to use against Trickle. Considering that she'd just agreed to go on a date with this guy, she was wondering if this new occurrence was good or bad.
Deciding to pretend that it wasn't happening, she made another command. "Scald." It was simple but effective. Trickle sped towards the Voltorb that was possibly still in Polamalu's hands, then released a sudden splatter of hot water towards him.
TRICKLE (M) 14 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing Hit by nothing. Health is mid-yellow Used Scald on Turn-On!
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Post by Steve on Mar 8, 2012 12:03:44 GMT -5
[atrb=width,440,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=e2e2e2][atrb=style, padding: 30px; font-family: arial;][STYLE=background-color: #e7e7e8; font-size:10px; color: #787878; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] I'm floating around in ecstasy [/style][STYLE=color:7A7A7A;letter-spacing:5px;font-family:lucida console;]So don't stop me now [/style] |
[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Jock Polamalu Age 18. High School Senior. Smart but a self-centered. The voltorb suddenly felt a rather scalding blast of water hit him and it made him shudder as he merely knocked it off like it was nothing, even though he was looking at the other Pokémon with his usual glare. The football player was ignoring any pleas the voltorb may have as he then suddenly started to aim another attack after the football player yelled out another plan that wasn't even any different. HEY! Use another spark!" he tried boasting out as the voltorb seemed to have trouble locking on to his target at all. Lock on was certainly not being helped by his damn bodyguard that was acting rather useless right now as the football player seemed to throw him towards the horsea again. Although straight up in the air this time as he then aimed a spark attack for the horsea as it seemed to just shoot out into the air in a jagged bolt towards it this time. "Yes! We got this!" he said, but was slightly worried about his voltorb as it slowly dwindled down towards the lower digits of it's health. Jock Polamalu was ready to finish this with his attack, but he wasn't sure if the voltorb could hold on as the scald had really done him in as he had gotten burned. Uh oh, and that's when the burn took effect causing the voltorb to roll to the ground as he fainted. "Oh noooo...not you! We still have another to use, go Jack Off! Use Thunder Wave, then Spark!" he said to his beloved little eel Pokémon as he returned his voltorb. "Good job Lock-on, you will get some rewards later," he said to his fainted Pokémon as he then pointed his finger at his opponent without any care in the world. "You will pay!" he merely said as his tynamo suddenly used a thunder wave on key, as well as a spark attack aimed for the horsea. (-2 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.Burned! Damage taken from the burn! Fainted! + 1 level to horsea!Didn't attack...just in case I did put it in the post.{ Jack-Off } Level 10|Male |Levitate| Spark|Thunder Wave|Tackle|Charge Beam Personality: Cowardly, timid, worry-wart Used Thunder Wave and Spark on horsea! [/size][STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] notes: <3333 word count: N/A tagged: Mod thread
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 10, 2012 21:07:04 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian heard the scalding, the boiling as the water hit against Turn On's outer shell; it was like an explosion to her ears. Worry filled her eyes as the trainer commanded another spark; surely this would mean her defeat. He tossed, the ball sparking with electricity, but a surprising turnabout occurred; Turn-On fell to the ground, out like a light, as it were. She remembered that Scald had the quality of burning its foe sometimes, so this made sense to her. A small sigh left her as she released the tension, offering a grin to Trickle to show that she was proud of him for managing to win against a foe with a superior type.
But another one was thrown out, quelling her joy just a bit. If it was hard to defeat one enemy, it'd be more than doubly as hard to defeat two. Memory aided her; this was a Tynamo, electric. Crap, she had to worry again. Thunder Wave and Spark. Not good. Not good. Lillian wondered if she could command Trick to dodge -- no. It was probably better for him to evade himself; her voice would only distract, at the most. She was hearing everything the trainer muttered, but she knew he was addressing him when he suddenly raised his voice and pointed an accusatory finger at her. She was expressionless, merely offering him a glance before paying strict attention to Jack-Off. First he wants to take me on a date, then he's hellbent on winning a little battle... some people. She thought.
The Thunder Wave hit, binding Trick in place, and the Spark that came next was next to impossible to evade in this condition. Lillian's heart throbbed a little as she watched him get shocked by the attack, releasing a single trill before collapsing onto the pavement. Silently, she recalled him. "I lost," She confessed to Polamalu, not really feeling sadness about it. It wasn't important enough, and the wounds Trick gained from the match would be easily healed. Failures could be learned from; she made sure to document the battle in memory for later reference.
Watching the jock's face, she wondered if this meant that she was indebted to him for a date. She really hoped not; if anything, she liked the jock even less after the battle than before.
TRICKLE (M) 16 WATER SWIFT SWIM || SNIPER BUBBLE | SMOKESCREEN | SCALD | LEER | WATER GUN | AURORA BEAM | FOCUS ENERGY Determined - Selfless - Overbearing Hit by Thunder Wave & Spark (SE)! Fainted! Gains 1 level for fainting
. . . TUNES|| Joe Hisaishi - ToToRo TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| lolderp
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Post by Steve on Mar 11, 2012 13:12:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Jock Polamalu Age 18. High School Senior. Smart but a self-centered. Jack-off had won the battle for him, and he was glad that it had been such a great victory. Even so, he was still thinking about the date that he had offered her with, and planned on leading up with it. "Excuse my earlier attitude, I usually get very competitive when I battle, but you have to admit that I really was awesome. I mean, you were great, but did you see how that electric attack just literally fried your horsea!" he exclaimed, chuckling softly. That was when he started to go on his own little tangent about how awesome he was during that battle, and he was being a self-righteous jerk about it. Sadly, it was how he was, but then he had to cough a little as he turned his attention back to her. "I believe you owe me a date for defeating you," he said to her, now standing up straight and proper. Even for a football athlete, he was rather smart, and could tell when he should just stop talking. All was fair in love and war, and he was merely going to try to get a girl out of this ordeal. Desperate much, but he had wanted her in the first place. The callings were there, and he seemed to be acting on them for now. Hopefully she wouldn't deny him, but he then seemed to act apologetic for acting the way he did. Shyly rubbing a foot behind him like a guy did when he was slightly embarassed by how he had acted during the battle towards her. With that, he also returned Jack-off to his pokeball as the little pokemon was doing his little victory dance in the air by chasing his tail. ::tynamo:: { Jack-Off } Level 10|Male |Levitate| Spark|Thunder Wave|Tackle|Charge Beam Personality: Cowardly, timid, worry-wart Returned.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 17, 2012 15:04:51 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian listened intently as Polamalu's voice filled her ears. She wasn't expecting a speech, really, after that earlier performance. His apology was mixed with undue pride, which sort of annoyed her, but she managed to not judge him too badly. Teens were teens, she figured. Her classmates were like this, too. She made no response until he cashed in on the date thing. Memory aided her: he hadn't stated that if she lost, she'd have to date him. But it would be cruel to shoo him away when he was being this desperate. She didn't want to, but it was necessary to sooth her conscience.
Trying not to betray her disappointment, she replied, "Alright," and calmly stepped closer to him, hoping that he wouldn't suddenly grab her and march off to his room or something. That'd be much too fast for her, really, although the thought made her head feel sort of hot.
. . . TUNES|| None TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| herp
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Post by tomackze on Mar 18, 2012 1:09:44 GMT -5
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Polamalu saw the girl walk towards him and he started to get a bit excited, especially in his pants area as she accepted his proposition. He was about to put his arm around her waist to feel her soft body but before he could, he noticed that his watch began to ring. "Crap! Class!" He said as he remembered that he was on his lunch period when he ran into her. He sighed and decided the had to hurry things up.
"Alright here is my number. Call me in about 2 hours when I'm done with class. And we can have that date!" He said before he ran away. He hoped she'd call him, as she did agree to the proposition and she did lose fair and square. Although this also gave Lillian exactly what she needed to ditch the person. She could say that she fell asleep, or she lost the sheet of paper, or something else.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 5, 2012 23:41:56 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian bit her lip as she came closer, becoming fearful that he might do something inappropriate to her. Her hand lingered over her purse, ready to nab her phone and dial the authorities if it got too invasive. Ironically, a phone rang just then, alerting Polamalu to his own contraption. "Oh," She uttered when he realized that he had to go to class. It wasn't long ago that her own days were planned out in school hours, so she sympathized with him in that moment.
He suddenly shoved a crude piece of paper at her with his number scrawled on it, and she hastily grabbed it before it could flutter to the ground. In a flash, he was gone, his footsteps growing smaller and smaller before blending into the din of the city crowd. She stared at the paper for a few moments. Of course she could remember to call him, but this was so inconvenient. She had places to be, and going on a date with a horny adolescent football player just didn't seem like a good way to spend her time. She dropped the number into her purse in case she changed her mind later and walked on, ears alert for the sounds of wild pokemon in the urban habitat.
. . . TUNES|| Homestuck (Alterniabound) - Rex Duodecim Angelus TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| C:
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Post by Steve on Apr 6, 2012 5:53:23 GMT -5
[atrb=width,440,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=e2e2e2][atrb=style, padding: 30px; font-family: arial;][STYLE=background-color: #e7e7e8; font-size:10px; color: #787878; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] I'm floating around in ecstasy [/style][STYLE=color:7A7A7A;letter-spacing:5px;font-family:lucida console;]So don't stop me now [/style] |
[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Well, this was awkward, if Lillian walked any further she'd see a pink pokemon with her face down in the ground. A hole looked like it was being dug and the snubbull was trying to push the dirt over her face...there was just one problem. A sewer grate had been moved off to the side a little, and it was actually just a construction site she was using to try digging her head into it. Then covering it with dirt so she'd suffocate herself to death, but that was a rather morbid way to go. Aside from that, the hole she was attempting to cover herself in was indeed a sewer entrance, and all the dirt just fell past her head as she was closing her eyes. What's the point in living anymore? No one here loves me anyways, this world isn't getting any better. Everyone casts me aside and they look at me as if I'm ugly, she wailed as she then kept going at it. Suddenly she heard someone approaching and thought of the worst possible scenario. Someone was going to rape her and she had to get her head out of the hole NOW. Soon as she brought it out, and turned around, she saw no one just yet. Then noticed a patch of strange grass, and got an idea. Instantly she wobbled to pick it up and sniffed at it, then stuck the blades of grass up her know trying to at least stop her breathing pattern through that. In return, she only ended up breathing through her mouth instead, but she tried so hard at doing this to herself she normally forgot about other parts of the plan to guarantee it. Don't c-come any closer, one more step...and I'll, impale myself on this wall! she pointed at the trainer as soon as she came into walking distance. The wall was flat, and there was nothing she could do that on, and she was talking to the trainer with blades of grass stuck up her nose. Now the snubbull realised they were stuck and pulling them out made it hurt a lot, yet it was the only way to get them out as she started tugging...hoping this trainer wouldn't laugh. Then she'd really have to go bury herself in that manhole again. ::Snubbull:: snubbull | female | level 12 intimidate | runaway bite - thunder fang - tail whip - tackle - scary face - ice fang - fire fang - charm apathetic - pessimistic - fails at suiciding - murphy's law
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 13, 2012 13:44:38 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian stared blankly at the Snubbull when she came upon her stuffing her nose with tufts of drying grass. Empathy caused her own nose to get sort of itchy, and she couldn't help but sneeze following the action. 'Scuse me, she thought to herself, rubbing her nose gingerly with the back of her hand. Suddenly, the pink dog threatened to impale herself. So that's what she was up to -- suicide. She knew the feeling herself, having considered many times if this sort of life was worth living. But she always decided that she had better things to do.
She glanced towards the wall in question, realizing that it was utterly flat. What was this hound on? Making no reply, Lillian continued walking towards the Snubbull, blankfaced. She really just wanted to see what would happen. The creature was fascinating, defying her natural instinct of wanting to live. "Why?" Lillian uttered, now standing a lot closer to the wild animal. She wanted to know.
. . . TUNES|| Homestuck OST - Phantasmic Youngsters TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| HONKHONK
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Post by FOTLY on Apr 13, 2012 20:23:05 GMT -5
::snubbull:: a wild poke'mon has appeared ! why. well, the snubbull could think up a million reasons on why she's want to kill herself. > because i'm so pitiful that i can't even do it! < well, that was one. five more to go, right? the little pink dog stood there for a moment before looking at the wall, and then back at the trainer. > d-don't come any closer, or i'll throw myself into a trench of chickens! < honestly, she was just out of ideas on how to possibly end her life. being pecked to death sounded like a rather good idea right about now. > a-and. uhm. i'll be reincarnated into a buneary, and bunearys are beautiful creatures while me? i'm just a dumb ol' dog. < if this were a peanuts movie, there would be some sad snoopy song playing. maybe even some man saying "NO DOGS ALLOWED." just to tie in with the sad snoopy theme here. > i've always wanted to be pretty. but i'm just a pink, ugly mess with a brain the size of a peanut. <and with that, she continued her attempts to get that grass out of her nose. gosh, did it hurt. _____________________________________ ::snubbull:: SNUBBULL (F) 12 intimidate & runaway bite . thunder fang . tail whip . tackle . scary face . ice fang . fire fang . charm apathetic - pessimistic - fails at suiciding - murphy's law logic is logic is logic is fotgicnotes,, modded <3
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 14, 2012 13:49:13 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian clenched her jaw, honestly worried for the Snubbull. She seemed like she was too dim to find a good way to kill herself, and honestly some of these suicidal techniques were on the comical side, but she was too serious of a person to laugh about it. Chickens, she knew, had all sorts of diseases, and their feces held all sorts of parasites. If the Snubbull did find a bunch of chickens to hurl herself into, it wouldn't end well in the long run.
"That's not true." Lillian retorted to the Snubbull's reasoning despite that she didn't know the pooch well enough to truly judge. She just wanted to prevent her from suiciding right in front of her - and well, away from her. Everything that had life deserved to enjoy it. Her eyes softened with emotion and she knelt down to the pooch's level, knowing that she was having a bit of trouble with all that grass in her nose. "Hold still," She advised softly, reaching out to pull more dried grass out. Snubbulls' noses didn't work like many other creatures', she knew, so it wouldn't be too easy getting the tufts out.
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Post by FOTLY on Apr 14, 2012 17:46:00 GMT -5
a wild poke'mon has appeared ! the snubbull looked over at lillian. it wasn't true? of course it was, whoever wanted anything that looked like her was signing up to be made fun of for the rest of their life. > of course it is. < a frown was painted on her face as she looked up at the poke'morph, just now realizing who - or what - she was talking to. no wonder this person seemed to understand her, why this person wasn't normal either. > maybe i'd be reincarnated into something as pretty as you. < a compliment, yes. a suicidal thought, that too. the snubbull couldn't help but spouting it out, as she felt inclined to say something as nice as possible to the person who probably faced as much ridicule as the snubbull did herself. > i'd be lucky to do it, really. <> ouch! < more grass was pulled out, and slowly the pressure in her nose was starting to lighten up. the snubbull was thinking that maybe shoving dried grass up her snout wasn't as good of an idea as she thought at the time... _____________________________________ SNUBBULL (F) 12 intimidate & runaway bite . thunder fang . tail whip . tackle . scary face . ice fang . fire fang . charm apathetic - pessimistic - fails at suiciding - murphy's law c8notes,, modded <3
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 14, 2012 19:38:21 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian didn't argue with the Snubbull, only became sadder at her denial of her reassurance. It was a pity, this. All creatures were beautiful to Lillian, even and especially the Snubbull she was beholding. She had charm in her own way, both appearance and personality. Her ears perked at the Snubbull's next reason to suicide: the chance at becoming something like her. But being pretty is not all it's cracked up to be, she thought instantly. "No." She stated it more firmly than before. "It's not worth it." Her voice hushed near the end of the sentence; it was hard to say more than one word at a time, but she mustered it for the sake of the suicidal hound. She had to convince her, now or never, to stay in this realm, cruel as life was.
She allowed the snot-covered pieces of grass to drift drown from her fingers to the ground before reaching and plucking more, careful to tug it out carefully. Sometimes she tugged it hard and fast, but only to save a lengthy amount of pain. Once it was all out, she'd get out a small cloth, wet it slightly, and dab at Snubbull's irritated nostrils with a gentle hand. She hoped her touch would convey what she couldn't speak in words.
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Post by tomackze on Apr 14, 2012 22:17:40 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]Although Lillian was trying as hard as she could to comfort the Snubbull, the ugly dog was not having any of it. Even when she employed the tactic of silence and just being there for her to comfort her, the Snubbull still was as depressed and apathetic as always. She felt a soft cloth dab her nose a bit when the grass fell off and her snot began to drip a bit. But instead of letting it console her, she quickly pushed the cloth away and allowed her snot to drop to the ground and pour from her nose.
>No! Your towel is too beautiful. Just like you. It is too nice. It does not deserve to be ruined by something as hideous as me. Thank you but no!< She said as she started to sib some more, and her snot began to fall down some more. The way she looked at the moment made her intimidate ability activate, which probably would not help the situation at all.
She started to make a scary and very ugly face, uncontrollably.
::Snubbull:: SNUBBULL (F) 12 intimidate & runaway bite . thunder fang . tail whip . tackle . scary face . ice fang . fire fang . charm apathetic - pessimistic - fails at suiciding - murphy's law c8 Intimidate activated |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 15, 2012 13:27:40 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian was bemused at the way the Snubbull pushed away her cloth and gave such a silly reason for her not using it. She glanced down at the towel, undeterred by the bits of dog snot dotting it. Honestly, there had been worse things on this towel, crimson, green, coffee colored. It was a wonder they hadn't stained it too badly. "It's machine washable," she stated firmly, before she saw Snubbull's face suddenly turn a bit scarier.
She froze for a moment, feeling something sink in her, but managed not to move away. Instead, her eyes became more stern and she drew the cloth towards the dog's nose again, moving it gently but firmly. Sure, she was cautious, but not for her own sake. She wanted to help the Snubbull, so it was going to happen.
. . . TUNES|| None TAGS|| Lillian, Mods <3 TALK|| lolol
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Post by tomackze on Apr 15, 2012 15:50:40 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 must have been someone really special or something as she was so resilient with the Snubbull that she actually started to have a break through. The ugly pit bull thought her intimidating face would scare off the trainer but it instead made Lillian even more stern as she forced the cloth on the pit bull and wiped the snot clean from her nose. The Snubbull looked up at the trainer after and started to glow in her eyes a bit.
>Maybe... Maybe... Maybe I'm not as ugly as I might think!< She said as she started to see flowers, beauty, rainbows, and everything like that near the pokemorph. Her tail also began to wag as she looked at Lillian, actually starting to take a liking towards the trainer. If the morph wanted to capture her, now would be as good of a time as any.
::Snubbull:: SNUBBULL (F) 12 intimidate & runaway bite . thunder fang . tail whip . tackle . scary face . ice fang . fire fang . charm apathetic - pessimistic - fails at suiciding - murphy's law c8 Likes you! | [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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