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Post by JUNK on Nov 13, 2011 4:08:42 GMT -5
Requiem was expecting the hypnosis attack and was quick enough to cover his eye in time. Since the move couldn't affect the Duskull, it faded to nothingness. The ghoul peeked through his 'hands' to take a glance at the gastly. The skull faced spectre let out an evil snicker when he saw the gas Pokémon being distracted by his friend. While the gastly was busy looking at the scraggy, Requiem formed another dark ball which exploded in his hands and released a sinister, black wave.
Noah tried approaching the sleeping lizard without its ghost friend noticing. His hands was resting in his pockets, one of them clutching a pokeball. Maybe he should've waited for it to weaken a little more, but the boy was getting impatient. The scraggy could wake up while Requiem's dealing with the gastly and sneak attack the spectre. The trainer took his hand - the one holding the capturing device - out of his pocket and threw the sphere towards the dark type, aiming it at the pokemon's head. Now only if that stupid Beethoven would wake up.
Used on Scraggy!
Level 11.5, Male Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Dodged Hypnosis Used Dark Pulse on Gastly
ASLEEP 2/3 Level 15, Male Levitate Attacks: Hypnosis, Lick, Spite, Mean Look, Curse, Night Shade Hurt by Curse ASLEEP Very Weak
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Post by CASTAWAY on Nov 13, 2011 11:06:13 GMT -5
::gastly:: ::scraggy:: pokemon encounter ! another explosion hit him. unfortunately the moment he'd turned to look in concern for his friend. he was still asleep, and it really pissed him off. he needed backup, and he needed it now. and for once the stupid scraggy wasn't there to help him out. instead he was laying on his face on the grass, snoring like a buffoon. the gastly had no time to react when he noticed the trainer getting closer to his companion. the dark pulse was just too strong for him to hold back on. he wasn't fainted yet. but he couldn't take much more. his own wide face landed in the dirt, however with his ghostliness, it didn't affect him at all. it took him a moment to regain his actions, and once he did, it was too late.
scraggy's form was already locked inside of the pokeball. knowing his friend, he wasn't struggling. just thought it was a fun ride, and let it happen. didn't help the fellow was still in a deep sleep. from what the ghost had seen, the fighting pokemon hadn't even moved. squirmed. not unless you counted falling on his face moving. anger shook his body now, because after three tight rolls of the sphere, it let out a soft click, and went still. gastly let out a silent cry of despair and sank to the ground. in a sign of 'giving up.' there was nothing he could do now. his friend was captured by a self-centered trainer. and he wasn't able to attack. it was all over now, there was absolutely nothing the poor gastly could do.
::gastly:: LICK IS DISABLED 2/3 MALE ; LEVEL 12 [ levitate ] {hypnosis.meanlook.lick.spite.curse} ! mysterious . barely talks . determined / stubborn ! Hit by DARK PULSE GAVE UP!::scraggy:: CAN'T ESCAPE / ASLEEP 3/4 MALE ; LEVEL 10 [ shed skin + moxie ] {faintattack.sandattack.lowkick.leer} ! Ghastly's speaker . twists words . compulsive liar . charismatic ! ASLEEP! SCRAGGY WAS CAUGHT![/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| sound of my fingers on the keyboard TAGS|| modded! TALK|| your welcome <3 ---------------------[/size]
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Post by JUNK on Nov 14, 2011 11:41:44 GMT -5
Noah stared at the premier ball, fingers crossed, hoping the scraggy won't break free. The sphere just rolled back and forth. And then it came. The 'ding' sound, signaling the succesful capture. The blond couldn't believe it at first. He though his eyes were playing a dirty trick on him so he rubbed them. When the shiny, white orb didn't budge, the trainer's face brightened, a large grin creeping across his face. He picked up the capturing device and shoved it into his pocket.
"Okay, guys. Since the gastly disappeared you can return." Noah pointed two empty pokéballs at his ghosts face and recalled them. He attached the balls to his belt, picked up his bag and started to walk forward in a dark alleyway's direction. It must be crawling with pokémons like lillipup so it will be a good training place for his new pokemon. The boy hoped he won't run into a joltik though. A dark and fighting type meeting a bug type wouldn't end well. Well, he could use Bone against the electric spider if he runs into one.
::duskull:: Level 11.5, Male Levitate Attacks: Leer, Night Shade, Destiny Bond, Dark Pulse, Disable, Foresight Recalled
::gastly:: Level 15, Male Levitate Attacks: Hypnosis, Lick, Spite, Mean Look, Curse, Night Shade Recalled
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 14, 2011 11:56:13 GMT -5
Mary, Stu and Street Performer Jarred What’s this? Oh god, it’s rush hour. Suddenly all the roads surrounding Noah were blocked with cars, bumpers almost sown together as the drivers waited for their turn to go. The lights were green yet nobody appeared to be moving! How strange.
At the intersection was a man, trying to direct traffic around two kids that were panicking, frozen in the middle of a road. “No, don’t go that-!” CRASH. “No, stop-!” SMASH. “OH SHIT! MOTHERFU-” Nyaaaaaaaaarrrr! Eeeeek- BOOM!
A five ton lorry ploughed into the side of a building as a police car’s sirens went off. Oops, this wasn’t going well... “Mary, Stu, get off the road!” Jarred snapped as a motorcycle illegally charged past him, almost hitting the two children. A police car raced after it dutifully, leaving Jarred to sort out this chaotic mess.
Mary and Stu were still frozen, clinging to each other while the tall street performer tried to direct the traffic. “Yo, dude,” he howled to Noah, “Get these kids off the road!” The traffic started to slow and Jarred held his hands out, trying to keep the angry drivers still.
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Post by JUNK on Nov 16, 2011 12:02:21 GMT -5
The blond trainer was standing silently, grinning like an idiot, clearly amused by the chaos that took place here. Maybe he should stand in the traffic's way too and sick his pokemon on the cars. They would be delighted to smash the vehicles. He could find out how strong his new scraggy's that way too. "Hmm, I wonder if that's a good idea. I might get caught by the police."
It took Noah some time to realize the tall, dark skinned guy was talking to him. The insomniac boy shrugged, not really wanting to help. When he finally convinced himself he might get something as a reward, he started walking towards the two frozen kids. He stopped behind the small children, a slightly irritated look on his face. Why does he have to clean up after everyone's mess? Stupid kids and their stupid whimpering.
After he was done swearing silently, the trainer turned towards Stu and Mary and tried to grab them by their collars and drag them out of the way.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 16, 2011 15:20:18 GMT -5
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Midgets Mary, Stu and Street Performer Jarred
As the two tiny school dressed kids were dragged out of the way by the taller and stronger guy, the mess with the cars were left to be sorted out by the adults. Stu grunted as he grabbed onto Noah's hand, struggling to make the taller male let go of him. "I'm fine on my own, dammit." He hissed in a very odd voice, which sounded raspy. A mix of being an adult and a teenager that had somehow got chopped and mixed into a blender. Mary only sighed after she was taken back to safety, mostly relieved that they were out of that mess.
"Ahh, you're like a super hero! Do you dress up in costumes? You'd look so kawaii in a neko costume, desu." Mary giggled, poking Noah in the knee since it was about as tall as she was compared to him. She stared and looked up at him with innocent eyes, but there was age and wisdom behind them.
What were these 'toddlers' exactly?! "Jarred's in a mess." Stu grunted, realizing that Jarred was having a hard time running away from the cop. He wanted to help his friend out, really, but it would've been a bit difficult for him to pull off. "I wanna help him." Mary added with a frown, crossing her arms as she tried to think of a way to help Jarred out run the cop.
Help Jarred run from the cops? Got a plan?
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Post by JUNK on Nov 17, 2011 12:15:07 GMT -5
Noah's eyes widened in surprise when the little boy spoke, his voice deep and masculine. He put a finger into his right ear and started to twist it around, trying to clean it. He was sure he heard it wrong and his hearing was getting worser. Though when the other kid tugged his trousers and told him he would look 'kawaii' in a 'neko' costume, he completely forgot about it. "Um, I'm not sure about that. Those only look good on cute girls. Why don't you wear it instead?"
When he saw the previous guy, running away from a cop, the blond boy decided it was time to leave. "Okay, kids, I think we should run too."When the 'toddlers' didn't follow him, Noah facepalmed himself and sighed. He detached a pokeball from his belt and released his new scraggy. "I'll distract the police while you and that guy escape. I hope you won't forget to pay me back later." ::scraggy:: Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Attacks: Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Personality: Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Sent out
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 17, 2011 16:27:07 GMT -5
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"Ahh! He really is a hero! Ok, let's use the food supply to get Jarred." Mary was overjoyed that Noah agreed to help them out, ignoring his pestering for something in return. Well, she'd reward him somehow by the time he was done with this. He wouldn't regret it, that was for sure! She sent out Meat, the Pidgey that was constantly worrying about the two cosplayers eating him. They always gave him weird looks and made him do stupid things, as if they didn't really care about him. It bothered him all of the time, especially with the devious smile Mary was giving him. <W-What...?> The Pidgey asked weakly, needing to know before he killed himself.
"Meaaaat~ please make Jarred follow us! 'Kay?" She asked, pointing out the street performer that was running from the cops as she grabbed Stu's arm and bolted into a Toy Shop. Yeah, that was legit. Hiding in a toy shop and hiding in there with a wanted criminal. Legit. The Pidgey sighed in anxiousness as it did its job, fluttering over to the scene and grabbing Jarred by his weave. "H-Hey! Damn bird! I'm busy running from the po-po!" The man gasped, out of breath as Meat continued to drag him in Noah's direction.
"Watch out little dude, cops!" Jarred warned, starting to understand that the Pidgey was helping him. The man bolted behind Noah, being led by Meat to the hiding place as the 'cops' chased after him.
"Heh, so...you're going to interfere with me?" The man that was currently hired by the cops to get some extra cash appeared with a Hitmonchan beside him, annoyed that Jarred was getting away. Hannibal motioned for the cops to back off as he stared at the Scraggy with a smirk. "That's your Pokemon? How...small." He scoffed, snapping his fingers as his Hitmonchan took a step forward, ready to kick some ass.
::hitmonchan:: Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Ready to fight Scraggy
Summary: Noah is distracting the cops, one is Hannibal. Have a battle with him (and just him!) to let Mary, Stu, and Jarred escape the cops!
-- You don't need to control Mary, Stu, or Jared. If Noah fights, consider them gone since they had time to escape.
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Post by JUNK on Nov 18, 2011 9:39:15 GMT -5
"Damn it all. Why do I have to get involved in shit like this all the time?" Noah sighed, taking a step forward his Scraggy slowly opening its eyes next to him. He looked down at the drowsy lizard, hoping the Pokémon won't disobey him and put him into an even deeper mess. The blond crouched down next to the reptile-like creature and poked his side, trying to get its attention. He wanted to tell the Scraggy his ideas about how to handle the mean Hitmonchan so it doesn't get knocked out. The fighting type stratched out, yawning loudly. He quickly looking around, curious where he was. When he remembered his fight with that human and getting caught by him, the Scraggy groaned irritatedly. How could he let himself get caught so easily? What will Gastly do without him? Suddenly, something crouched down next to the molting Pokémon which made him back away. When he got a closer look at the 'thing', he noticed it was the boy that caught him, his trainer. He narrowed his eyes angrily and gave the boy a glare. <What do you want? I don't want to talk with you.>Noah scratched the back of his head. He didn't know what to say to the Pokémon. "Listen. I know you're angry I seperated you from your best friend, but I'm sure he's fine alone." The blond facepalmed himself when he realized what he said wasn't too reassuring. He glanced to the side, as if he was trying to ask for some help from a nearby dumpster. When he turned back to his pokemon, the boy had a bright smile on his face. "We can visit that ghost any time you want. You just have to tell me and we'll look for him, okay? So please, cheer up a little and try to concentrate on the battle."The Scraggy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What did he mean by battle? When he turned his head towards the way the human was pointing, the lizard's eyes widened in shock. In front of him was a Hitmonchan with a very ugly look on its face. Surprisingly, instead of covering in fear behind his trainer's back, the Scraggy cracked a grin and cracked his knuckles. <Heh. That's just perfect. I can vent out my frustration on this skirt wearing freak.> Before his owner could say anything, the Pokémon shot forward, kicking up a big sandcloud, trying to blind the Hitmonchan with it. Then, he jumped up and kicked forward with both of his feet, trying to hit the boxer's legs with the sole of his feet. <Take this gaywad!> Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Attacks: Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Personality: Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Note: In a bad mood Used Sand-Attack and DropLow Kick
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 18, 2011 15:15:33 GMT -5
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<Skirt wearing, huh?> The Hitmonchan huffed at the Scraggy's poor choice in insults as its pants kept threatening to fall off. Shaking his head as the Scraggy misunderstood his sense of traditional Japanese style, taking after generations of fellow Hitmonchans as he sighed and quickly put the taunts aside for now. The Scraggy was coming. He was ready. The Low Kick made him wince as he nearly tripped, but he caught his balance as he swiftly turned around with a giant fist ready to smash his face in.
<Iron Fist.> He said coldly, using his ability to boost the power behind the icy cold punch he was preparing. His glove was as cold and hard as ice as he used a swift Ice Punch on the fighting type, hoping it would hit.
"Not bad, I've always liked fighting types." Hannibal commented, probably the most good words he'd ever offer to the guy. The cops behind him seemed nervous and started to ditch, seeing that Noah wasn't exactly a criminal but a stupid kid. They had better things to do.
Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Hit by Low Kick!Ice Punch on Scraggy
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Post by JUNK on Nov 19, 2011 3:43:17 GMT -5
Scraggy was sent flying by the ice cold punch, crashing into a nearby dumpster. He started to cough, clenching his stomach where the Hitmonchan's fist cennected with him. The area was covered in a thin layer of ice, forming a white coating on the lizard's stomach. <D-damn it. This guy's tougher than I first thought.> He quickly smashed the ice and peeled it off his skin. He grabbed his loose pants and pulled it up to his waist, trying to signal the opponent he was getting serious.
The short hoodlum popped his neck, making a loud 'crack' sound. <Sorry for calling you a skirt wearing freak. That was rude.> The fighting type smiled warmly at the Hitmonchan, extending his hand towards the boxer. <So what are you wearing exactly? A tunic?> The scraggy's plan was to act friendly towards the Hitmonchan so it would drop his guard. When that happens he'll strike him where it hurts the most. He'll kick him in the nuts.
"I like fighting-types too." Noah eased up a littl. At first, he thought this man was just a stupid asshole, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. "So your favorites Hitmonchan? I like Hitmonlee better. I prefer brute strength over versatility." The blond sighed. "I would like to get a Tyrogue so I could evolve it into a Hitmonlee." The trainer turned to Hannibal. This guy might know where he could get one, right. "Hey. Do you know a place where I could catch a tyrogue?"
Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Attacks: Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Personality: Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Hit with Ice Punch!Trying to get the Hitmonchan to drop its guard
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Post by CASTAWAY on Nov 19, 2011 11:03:20 GMT -5
NPC hannibal ! hannibal's eyes locked on the trainer before him. he was a talkative boy, it seemed. chattered on about a 'Tyrogue'. those little baby pokemon. he'd had one. but now he was his trusty hitmonchan. the tyrogue had grown up with a higher defense, didn't like hitting very hard. in fact, he'd just sat there waiting for the pokemon to hit him enough times that he was too weak to fight. then pound him into the ground afterwards. simple as that. however, hannibal was actually listening, while his partner was just glaring at the scraggy. apparently it thought it looked tough when it pulled up it's pants. big whoop, he needed a belt. he really didn't want to see him with his pants down. after all, this was supposed to be a fight.
hannibal shook his head in annoyance. " stop the chatting. lets fight like real men. " he honestly didnt know where to get a tyrogue. his had been a gift. hannibal pointed his finger and aimed at the scraggy. " hitmonchan, use megapunch. " the fighting-type, of course ran ahead without warning after his masters command. this pathetic excuse for a fighting type wasn't going to get his guard down. though, he was in position for a kick to the nuts.
Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up MegaPunch on Scraggy[/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| TAGS|| modded! TALK|| ---------------------[/size]
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Post by JUNK on Nov 19, 2011 11:45:26 GMT -5
Noah shrugged. Looks like the man wasn't in the mood to talk. "Okay sure. Let's fight." The blond turned away from Hannibal and focused his attention on the battle instead. When he saw the Hitmonchan rushing towards his pokemon, ready to hit the Scraggy with a bone shattering punch. "Trafalgar! Duck down to evade the attack! Then use low kick!" Noah knew they were in a pinch. The Hitmonchan had the more and strionger moves while his fighting type only knew two damaging moves, one of them being a dark type move. That won't really work on the boxer.
Scraggy was a little confused by the trainer's oreder first. Not because he didn't understand the commands, but he didn't know who the boy was talking to at first. Then, he realized he meant him when he said Trafalgar. <Guess that's my name, huh? It's not that bad.> Trafalger dodged the mega punch, just like his owner told him and, before the opponent could react, he thrust his leg towards the hitmons groin. <Don't worry! Girls don't have balls so this won't hurt a bit!!>
Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Personality: Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Dodged Mega Punch!Used Low Kick
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 19, 2011 16:58:15 GMT -5
City Cockblocker Hannibal ! The Hitmonchan's eyes narrowed as his punch missed; they narrowed even more when the insolent borb called him a girl. He had no right to be calling names against him! He'd teach the pokemon a lesson -
- right after he was done crying out in pain from the kick to his groin. What the hell was wrong with the Scrappy?! Wasn't he a bro? Didn't he know not to touch these areas? <Fuck you,> The fighting type groaned in a pained voice as he stood back up, shaking from pain. Even Hannibal cringed a little when he saw that impact. <Dude, I want to make eggs someday.> The Hitmonchan said with a grimace.
"Revenge." Hannibal commanded, cracking a grin at the thought of watching his Hitmonchan repay the Scrappy with the same treatment. Almost immediately, the boxer pokemon reacted, rushing towards his foe and aiming a punch at his nether regions. Ouch.
Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Hit by Low Kick! Used Revenge on Trafalgar!
TUNES|| Grizzly Bear - Two Weeks TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| .. >:c girls get hurt from groin kicks too, just not as bad
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Post by JUNK on Nov 19, 2011 17:44:40 GMT -5
Trafalgar arched a brow, findind the Hitmonchan's statement weird. <So that means you want to do it with Ditto and Jynx? Man, you're sick.> The Scraggy let out a cocky smile, feeling staisfied he could cause some pain to the hitmonchan and insult him even further. <Trust me. You're better off without them.> He couldn't held it back anymore, he started to cackle.
His laughing turned into a loud and pained yell, as the boxer used revenge on him, punching him in the groin. At first, he didn't feel anything. Then, a sharp pain struck him in the nuts and he felt like his balls exploded. Or did they? Thanks to his elastic and baggy pants, the damage was reduced though the super-effective move still hurt like hell.
<You're the type that holds grudges, huh?> He staggered to his feet, his confident smile slightly faltered. He gave the fighting type the finger with both hands, before rushing towards the Hitmonchan. He stopped in front of it and tried to kick sand into its eyes to reduce his accuracy. He raised his leg in the air after kicking up the dirt and tried to slam it into the opponent's sheen. A boxer's weakness is their legs, right?
Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Personality: Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Hit with Revenge SE WeakeningUsed Sand-Attack and Low Kick
ooc: I know Draa, but I thought it was more insulting towards the Hitmonchan this way.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Nov 19, 2011 20:13:14 GMT -5
City Cockblocker Hannibal !
<That will not work on me again!> Said the Hitmonchan as he jumped over the Scraggy's low kick. However the sand still hit his eyes, but it wasn't much as he couldn't be affected by such moves. Hannibal was smirking on the sidelines noticing how good his Hitmonchan was. It was as if he had the upper hand in this battle.
"Hitmonchan, continue please."
The Hitmonchan was still angry over his family jewels. They were in pain god damn it! And he was not one to loose like this! Hannibal did not need to talk much since he had trained his boy well. Waiting to see if this was the truth however he anticipated Hitmonchan's next move.
<I feel.. that it wasn't quite enough!>
Hitmonchan rushed at the Scraggy with a ice cold fist, hoping to hit him right in the face, and freeze the bastard.
Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Dodged Low Kick, Not Affected by Sand-Attack due too Keen EyeUsed Ice Punch!
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Post by JUNK on Nov 20, 2011 7:32:18 GMT -5
<What the heck, man! That's totally cheating!> It was wasn't it? His opponent having the Keen Eye ability was unfair towards Trafalgar. How is he supposed to beat this Hitmonchan if he can't lower its accuracy? And now he dodges his low kick too! Why can't that stupid boxer just stay motionless so he can kick its ass?! HUH?!!
His yammering was cut short when a freezing cold fist slammed into his face, knocking him back and toppling him over. The Scraggy grabbed his face, his left cheek frozen. In his anger, he ripped the ice off, his skin peeled off with it too. He hissed in pain, as a red liquid splattered on the ground, blood oozing out of his face. <Okay, that's it! I'm fed up with this shit!> His roar echoed through the city, scaring a bunch of gradeschoolers. He stomped over to his trainer, eyes narrowed. He pointed towards the Hitmonchan, then at himself and made an X with his arms.
Noah scratched the back of his head, puzzled by his pokemon's behaviour. "You don't want to fight with the Hitmonchan?" Trafalgar nodded, making the blond boy sigh with resignation. "Do you mind if I send out a different Pokémon?" The question was directed towards Hannibal. The trainer didn't want to seem unfair, switching pokémon in the middle of the battle.
Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Hit with Ice Punch! Almost weakENOUGH!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 20, 2011 14:03:20 GMT -5
City Cockblocker Hannibal ! Hitmonchan's face was still kind of pained over the damage done to his crotch, but he could feel a bit of triumph as his opponent cried out like a little schoolgirl that he was done. <What, can't finish this like a real man? What a brat.> The punching pokemon hissed with disdain, swiping a fist over his face to rub any sand that lingered there off. His vision might not have been affected, but it felt gross anyway.
"Like I care." Hannibal replied with a bored yawn, not finding the battle very interesting if the trainer couldn't even get his rebellious pokemon under control.
Whether or not the trainer switched out pokemon, Hitmonchan rushed to attack, eyes shining with determination as his fist jutted out for a flaming punch towards his opponent.
Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Hit by nothing! Used Fire Punch on opponent!
TUNES|| Jem - Save Me TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <:
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Post by JUNK on Nov 21, 2011 11:15:04 GMT -5
Trafalgar turned around, his eyes wide, a vein throbbing right above his left eyebrow. Did that crossdressing freak just call him a brat?! That struck a nerve in the Scraggy. He made a rude gesture with his hand towards the fighting type, changing his mind and deciding to continue the battle.
Unfortunately for him, the boxer already launched an attack in his direction, thinking his trainer would switch. The fiery jab slammed hard into his stomach, burning him slightly. He dropped to his knees, clutching his scorched tummy. He tried shedding his charred skin to get rid of the burn, but it didn't come off no matter how hard he rubbed and scratched it. Finally giving up, he glared at the Hitmonchan, his face distorted by anger.
"Way to go Trafalgar..." Noah shook his head, slightly irritated by his Scraggy. Just decide what you want already, jeez. The boy was about to send out Requiem when that idiot jumped into the fire punch's way. And now, thanks to that, he's burned. Fucking brilliant. "Use Low Kick again. That's your only useful move at the moment."
The lizerd nodded, starting to dash towards his opponent. Suddenly, He tripped in his baggy pants, but before slamming in the ground he regained his balance, made a handstand and tried to slam his legs into the Hitmonchan's lower parts.
BURNED Male, Level 10 Shed Skin & Moxie Faint Attack, Sand-Attack, Low Kick, Leer Twists words, compulsive liar, charismatic Hit with Fire Punch! Burned! WeakUsed Leer and Low Kick
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 21, 2011 12:31:00 GMT -5
The burn wouldn’t remain for long. Not with the Scraggy’s Shed Skin ability. Nevertheless, the burn halved the fighting type’s attack this turn, so the Hitmonchan didn’t even budge when the creature tried to sweep him off his feet. He simply blocked it, taking the damage, but not letting up.
“Let’s make this a one on one battle,” Hannibal proposed. “But if I win, you accompany me down to the station. You’re accused of aiding a criminal act. We're going to need a statement.” Was it really a criminal act, though? Jarred had been simply trying to protect Mary and Stu.
Trying to hold the Scraggy as close as possible, Hitmonchan pulled back his fist as far as it could go and attempted to slam the Scraggy straight in the jaw with an Ice Punch. His glove glittered with frost and his Iron Fist ability boosted the power by 20%, which would possibly end the battle there and then.
::Hitmonchan:: Level 11|Male Keen Eye|Iron Fist Attacks: Revenge, Endure, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Mega Punch, Detect Note: He will use Endure and Detect whenever he needs to. Not one to give up Hit by Low Kick. Power halved due to burn. Used Ice Punch! Power boosted 20% for punching moves due to Iron Fist!
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