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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 13, 2011 22:27:00 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan approached the bridge, quiet as usual with his new "partner" next to him. He would have returned his new partner to his pokeball, but if he were to do that, it could seriously cause some problems. After all, he was a strong pokemon and he didn't want to really lose its respect. However, if he doesn't train it to his orders, what use would it be? "You know, you could stand to go inside your pokeball."
WuKong giggled and patted Tristan in the back. <You so funny, you know that? Return to my pokeball when I'm clearly your equal. Hah." WuKong had much pride in him as he walked. Tristan did not really want to deal with this, for it was a hassle. Why can't things just work out for him?
And suddenly, he was stopped by a random trubbish that blocked his path. "What the fu-why did you do that?!" Tristan said, furious as his path was blocked by a puddle of acid spray. <Mother Earth and recycle?.....Well, this is awkward.> He said, noting the hole in the trubbish's words. |
Wow.....hypocritical.
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Post by Aly on Aug 14, 2011 3:44:03 GMT -5
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::trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite)
The trubbish smiled widely, a small puff of gas coming from his mouth as it gaped open from excitement. Finally he had found someone who would listen to his speech! >Thank you human!< He said with a little bow, his body crinkling slightly as he moved. He looked around quickly to make sure that if anyone else was in the area that they would hear him as well. He took a deep breath, straightening his back and preparing for his monster speech. >THE GREAT MOTHER EARTH HAS GIVEN HERSELF TO US AND LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE DONE TO HER, LOOK AT THIS HORRIBLE DECAY AND ROTTING OF THIS BRIDGE DUE TO POLLUTION.< He said, pointing back at the acid laying on the bridge, acting as though it had just showed up there, hopefully the human hadn't seen him do it. He was trying to make a point and if people didn't see things like that they didn't believe that anything was wrong! He gulped slightly, hoping the human wouldn't catch on, but the best he could do was just keep talking. >IF WE DO NOT ACT NOW OUR ENTIRE WORLD WILL BE EATEN BY THIS VILE A-< He paused a moment before lurching forward, his stomach pulling tight a few times before finally a few cups of acid poured out of his mouth and onto the bridge in front of him, fizzing away as it ate at the wood. He paused for a moment, feeling rather ill, he had cut his attack short last time and now he was paying for it. He looked up slowly to the human, feeling slightly embarrassed at his up-chucking.
Used: Threw up Acid spray Hit by: - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Comments: Words thoughts
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 17, 2011 21:12:47 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan only stared at the Trubbish who was spewing more than just hypocritical speech. As the acid spray spilled over the ground, he and WuKong stepped back, avoiding the acid on their feet and shoes. "Aagh, shit. Dude, not cool....and you seriously have to quiet down with your talk and take a good look at yourself." Tristan did not like how the Trubbish was shouting nonsense, let alone nonhypocritical nonsense.
WuKong only giggled at the Trubbish's speech and nonsense. <Gee, that is quite some talk you got there. Perhaps you can spew a little more. Hahaha.> And both he and Tristan attempted to get around the trubbish, hoping to avoid it somehow. |
walking away with his Trainer.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 18, 2011 8:28:51 GMT -5
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<UM EXCUSE ME.> The Trubbish was embarrassed but he had a mission to accomplish. He followed Tristian and his Monferno persistently even as they walked around him. He could tell that they were just trying to ignore his important message possibly due to laziness and lack of care for the world, but he had a message to spread. They had to understand what was going on in the world, or else there would never be change. This silly trainer and his Monferno were going to have to learn things the hard way, perhaps.
<Stop what you're doing! Not another blink of the eyes. Look around you.> He cried dramatically, stopping in front of the pair once more to block their way. He let the air stay still in the route for a second until he let out a sad expression. <It's beautiful now, isn't it? But in some places, the pollution just got so bad. We all have to work up to save it.> He teared up thinking about the poor, poor planet. <Don't litter, try not to fart. Definitely stop smoking and using air fresheners, they don't help our air quality at all.> He was informed about what to do, at least. <Do your part as a citizen!> He exclaimed, hoping that would get through to them.
::TRUBBISH:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite)
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #85d185; border: 1px dashed #007a00; color: 000000]TAGGED: ... WORDS: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel at OTE |
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 21, 2011 12:42:00 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan and WuKong continued down their path before being stopped once more by the talking garbage pokemon. It was starting to get annoying, especially since he wanted to continue his journey. Not to mention that he had a monkey believing to be an equal to his trainer and a whole other menagerie of back talking pokemon. Tristan did not really want to deal with the trubbish, especially at a time where he should be training.
"Okay, this is getting annoying. So I'm gonna comply with you about that. I'll play my role." And the next thing he knew, he picked up the trubbish and threw him out of the way, clearing a path and walking off. WuKong only laughed at the bluntness of his trainer. <Now that's really taking out the trash. Hehehehe~>
With the time given, he took out his egg and held it in his hand. "Now lets see what you are...." WuKong only stared at his trainer's egg, noting something odd about it. Meanwhile, one of the pokemon, Jet, decided to appear and walk for a while. Tristan did not really mind as the tyrogue typically did not do a thing to rebel. That was something at least. |
1/5 postswalking::tyrogue::
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Post by tomackze on Aug 23, 2011 13:07:59 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 suddenly felt weird when he was picked up by the trainer and instantly flung out of the way of the trainer in his "civic duty" to clean up the land and environment. The Trubbish flew out of the path but angrily came back before the trainer could leave, looking at Tristan with a very disappointingly because it seemed like the trainer wasn't taking him seriously.
>Please try to clean up the environment or you'll regret it when you won't have a place to live!< He said threateningly before he released a poisonous gas at the trainer to show him what a dirty environment smelled like... The Trubbish was a bit of a hypocrite because he never cleaned himself up. And he regularly ended up making Cheyenne more polluted every time he tried to make others more environmentally conscious.
>You will regret it in the future! Regret it!< He said as he sent the poisonous and smelly gas over at Tristan.
::Trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Used Poison Gas on Tristan | [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: In the future try to avoid phrases like you threw Trubbish as that can be inferred as god modding... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 30, 2011 10:58:48 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Any moments of peace from the talking trash bag were soon quashed by the return of the "environmentally friendly" trubbish. Tristan groaned at its sight, slouching and looking away when it started to talk once more. "Listen, I don't want to deal with you right now. I got stuff to do and places to be an-" The moment was interrupted by a miasma heading his way. Unable to react, he stood there, protecting himself from the poisonous affects. He was very annoyed and wanted nothing more than to just train with pokemon. He was going to be a breeder no less, why should he have to understand pokemon like this trubbish? It wasn't very good for the egg he was holding either. How he was going to protect it was going to be very tough
Jet managed to push Tristan out of the gas before Tristan felt the true effects and before the egg could get damaged. <.......careful.....I want to fight this one...> He said, approaching the trubbish with a cold stare in his eyes. All Tristan could do was watch as the fighting pokemon approached the poison type. Suddenly, Jet rushed for a quick fake out, seeing what the opponent will do. |
::tyrogue:: used fake out2/5 postswatching
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Post by DR-@@GON on Aug 30, 2011 12:56:34 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! The frustrated Trubbish became even more so when the trainer refused to take in his lessons of being environmentally friendly. And now he was going to fight him? What a blatant show of disrespect! However, he believed he could win - experience of punishing disrespectful trainers backed him up, after all.
He had no time to react, however, to the first move - a Fake Out, which caused him to stiffen up for the turn. How lame - he'd have to wait to show his opponents his true strength. ::trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Hit by Fake Out. Flinched! Fail
TUNES|| Cascada - What Hurts the Most TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <3 [/size]
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Post by Italian Panda on Sept 5, 2011 13:39:39 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan watched as Jet battled, egg still held in his hand. He wrapped his arms around the black mystery egg, as if he were protecting it from the trash bag's vile poisons. "Man....not a good place for an egg, especially during a battle." He said, looking at the egg with some concern. As he laid his hand on the egg, his eyes turned back to the battle at hand.
So far, Jet seems to be calm and collected, focused on the movements of the wild trubbish. It was good so far, as Jet has yet to unleash his anger. Jet slowly breathed in and out, focusing his power in his attacks. <You are getting annoying and I thought you needed a moment to think. I believe that you should show your beliefs directly.> He said, silently rushing for a bullet punch attack on the trubbish. |
::tyrogue:: name: Jet Pokemon: Tyrogue gender: male level: 14 Nature: TBD Met at: Shop at level 7 ability: Guts l Steadfast attacks: Tackle | Helping Hand | Fake Out | Foresight | Bullet Punch personality: A quiet loner. Usually chill about stuff and tries to avoid contact with others. The only one he would really listen to, communicate with would be Tristan due to him taking him in from the Pokémon shop as well as a sparring partner. He acts calm, collected, and focused. Fights to be a top rung fighting type Pokémon. He still has emotional outbursts, which are quite prominent due to his current stage, and he thinks that they rarely occur. However, its more often than he thinks due to his nature. Also has a rivalry and rooted hate for the unserious nature of Tony. Those two are polar opposites in personality. Loyalty: ** + 1/2 (wanes depending on his mood) used bullet punch3/5 postswatching still
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Sept 6, 2011 13:41:01 GMT -5
Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Hit by Bullet Punch Used Acid Spray Each punch on his body sent up a small cloud of noxious gas. The purple fumes filled the air while Trubbish coughed. "Pollution!" He pointed a finger at Jet, accusing him of pumping the gases into the environment. Also in retaliation for the perceived pollution, Trubbish let out a vomit-like belch of acid spray. Nasty purple goo flew out of his mouth and flew towards the fighting type. The Trubbish braced his arms on the ground, killing a few plants and grass blades that he touched with his trash-filled arms.
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Post by Italian Panda on Sept 17, 2011 14:44:28 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Jet watched as the trubbish filled the air with fumes of pollution, not reacting to his accusation of causing the fumes to occur. <Rather then talking, try doing!> He said out loud, preparing for another attack. Suddenly, he was blown back and covered with a belch of acid. He fell onto the ground, the acidic goo all over and around him. <Ugh....this is disgusting....man....> Jet stood up, wiping the slime off of his body while looking at his opponent. He breathed in and then breathed out, trying to calm his body and mind down, only to gag from the stench of the acid. <Ugh....this sucks.> He said in disgust, stepping out while vehemently wiping the pollution of his body. Suddenly, he glared at the trubbish, as if he had some sort of grudge against him. <You are a self righteous little.....You should be taught a lesson!> And he raised his fists, ready to fight. Suddenly, he attacked with a powerful tackle attack, trying to take him onto the ground.
Tristan, meanwhile holding his egg, quietly watched as Jet became more vocal and angry. He knew that the tyrogue needed training, but he did now know that Jet would be this passionate, let alone angry. He thought that Jet would be easier to train, but that's not the case. "Jet calm down! This is not how you should be acting. I know he's.... It didn't matter. The fighting pokemon did not listen and just kept fighting. Tristan sighed, not knowing what else he could do. Meanwhile, WuKong just kept watching, giggling at how Jet was acting like this. |
4/5 posts::tyrogue:: hit by acid spray sp def -2 used tackle
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 18, 2011 6:00:03 GMT -5
::trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Weakening Hit by Tackle Used Double Slap The trubbish was getting quite annoyed now; every time the oppoenents pokemon used a move he seemed to be creating more pollution; hadn't he been listening to what the trubbish had been trying to tell him? Before he could speak again, he was struck by the tackle attack, and once again more fumes came out of the trubbish's body, and being naive, he thought that it was the tyrogue's thought again. "For god's sake! How many times do I have to say it? Stop making more pollution you environmental hater!" the trubbish shouted, before he rushed forward with his hands raised high. If the pokemon wasn't going to listen to what he had to say, then he was going to have to use some force on him then. The trubbish's plan was that when he was close enough, he would try to hit the pokemon as many times as possible.
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Post by Italian Panda on Sept 30, 2011 0:48:58 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]In the midst of battle, Jet was doing quite well holding up. The trubbish seemed to be all trash talk and no bite. Perhaps Jet could take it easy for now, even if its a fight. That decision was poor on his part when he was struck by a sudden double slap. The shock of a double slap hitting him knocked him onto his side, sprawled over the ground. When he got up, all he could do was stare in awe. How could he have loosened his guard up? This was getting quite frustrating for him. He wanted to be a great fighting type pokemon, but his performance did not meet his standards. <eeeeerrrrrrg. DAmmit.>
As Tristan held the egg, he watched as Jet slowly lose his temper. His frustration was going to be his downfall and Tristan, despite his attitude, knew how tyrogue felt. Why? He wasn't in this kind of situation before. "Jet! Calm down! Your anger won't solve anything...." Jet just sat there, frustrated at himself for that one simple mistake. |
5/5 postsHit by double slap flinched! steadfast activated! speed +1
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Post by freeziepop on Sept 30, 2011 19:23:28 GMT -5
Suddenly a large crack extended down the front of the resplendent black and red egg. Thinner ones spider-webbed out from the center, taking small chunks of shell to the ground. The top came off in one chunk, and a pair of beady black eyes peered into Tristan's.
"BAWK BAWK~" it chirped with effervescent enthusiasm. Level: 5 Gender: Male TYPE: DARK Ability: Rock Head & Oblivious Attacks: -- Struggle -- Spite -- Me First -- Roleplay 4 - Withdraw 6 - Cluck 8 - Clamp 14 - Featherdance 18 - Sing 20 - Rage 20 - Rage Powder 25 - Frustration 28 - Submission 34 - Roost 38 - Egg Bomb 41 - Mind Reader 46 - Memento 50 - Scary Face 55 - Hyper Voice 65 - Explosion
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Post by Italian Panda on Oct 8, 2011 1:14:11 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan watched as the egg hated before his eyes. He glanced at the egg, wondering what he was holding. Was it a pokemon? An animal? Was this thing even supposed to do anything? Suddenly, the chick began spiting Tristan, all the while using roleplay for some whatever reason. The spiting did not do anything, but it did have an effect. The roleplay was not very good. IT was as if he were trying to do something spectacular, only to end in failure. Tristan felt annoyed, as if he just met the biggest burden of his life. Before he knew it, however, he was hit by a struggle from the chick. He stayed silent, before growing angry. ".....You are very annoying. Why are you doing this....maybe you should GET OUT OF HERE!" And he suddenly put him down and pushed him away. The chick wanted to stay, but to much of its dismay, the thing was kicked away towards the trubbish.
".....needed to do that....." He didn't quite realize how hard the chick was kicked. Jet only stared at his trainer, wondering why he would do such a thing. He looked at the thing that hatched and stared. Before he knew it, he must have known why Tristan kicked him away. |
::tyrogue:: silent
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Post by Dracken on Oct 8, 2011 9:27:33 GMT -5
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The Trubbish watched as the odd looking egg finally hatched, and when it did...he was disgusted. What the heck was that...that thing? He stared at the weird thing. Then suddenly, it was kicked towards him. The black red thingy brushed against him, but he kicked it back with the same force he did. <Ew, gross, get that thing away from me. It needs to be cleaned up somehow.> The Trubbish said, clearly not a fan of...whatever that thing was.
Now that his mind was off that chicken thing the Trubbish focused on the fighting type again. <Now, are you going to stop polluting the world or do we have to continue this battle?> He asked. He wanted more people on his side. The world must be cleaner!
::trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Weakening
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[/div] [/td][/tr] [tr] [td] Muse; 8/10 Tagged; Ted OOC;; None
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Post by Italian Panda on Oct 29, 2011 23:37:55 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan continued to watch the talking trash bag talk, slowly getting tired of all of his nonsense. As such, he reached for his pocket and put headphones in. He signaled for Jet to finish the fight so they could get on. Then, he let himself get immersed in Ska music. He did not care anymore. The trubbish was getting too annoying. He slowly nodded his head to the beat, as if he wanted to enjoy seeing the trubbish fall.
Jet only stared at his trainer, silently shaking his head before facing the trubbish. <...You seriously get on my nerves. Just because you have a belief, you think you can go on out and preach like this....well, you're wrong.> And he rushed, using a fast bullet punch to the Trubbish's face. |
::tyrogue:: used bullet punch
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 30, 2011 13:26:26 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! The Trubbish narrowed his eyes when the human stopped listening to him, even disrespecting him by listening to music as he talked! And then his opponent had the nerve to insult him.
<I have every-oof! right to - owowow! enlighten people about--> He stumbled backwards as he continued getting punched by the bullet punch, bruises scouring his body from the attack. Glaring at the Tyrogue, he finished his sentence - <Pollution!!> before he leapt towards his foe, attempting to doubleslap his face. He felt weak enough to just melt in a dirty puddle, but he wouldn't give up!
Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Hit by Bullet Punch! Used Doubleslap on Tyrogue! Very Weak
TUNES|| Passion Pit - Better Things TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <3 ---------------------[/size]
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 3, 2011 23:23:06 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Jet and Tristan both groaned at the trubbish's statements, really disliking at what he was saying. Sure they looked like haters to the trubbish, he was seriously rubbing those words at their faces. There were really only two words they could say to the trubbish. "The Fuck...." Tristan said aloud, clearly annoyed at the trubbish's words. "Your words and beliefs are seriously like a penis. Its nice to have one, yes. Its very nice to be proud of it, but PLEASE don't shove it down my throat. Seriously, its annoying, especially form people like you." He said rather bluntly. He scratched the back of his head before staring at the trubbish. "Jet. Finish him before I get a headache."
Jet nodded, feeling the exact same as his trainer. Even if it was nice to voice his beliefs, it was wrong to be hypocritical and overall stupid. Not to mention the talking. He was hit by double slap, yes and it hurt, but that did not really stop his annoyance at the trubbish. He quickly rushed for a tackle attack, speed enhanced by the flinching. |
hit by double slap used tackle speed +1::modcoin::
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 4, 2011 5:41:06 GMT -5
WOAH WOAH wait what? Now this guy was talking about wangs? That’s nice, but weird. The Trubbish scowled at the Trainer openly, face distorted in a look of pure what-the-fuckness, should that exist. When the Tyrogue punted him three times, he pretty much fainted before he hit the ground. Oops. Well, Tristan won, so I guess nothing entirely screwy came out of it.
Now what stretched out around the trainer was a choice: Take the right path or the left one? And if that wasn’t bad enough, a streak of lightning struck something on the path behind him. Rain started falling heavily, which would lower the strength of the Monferno’s fire type attacks quite a bit. Oh dear...
Take the left or right path? Weather changed: Thunder storm, heavy rain, lightning ::Trubbish:: Level: 14 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky Hold Attacks: Pound; Poison Gas; Recycle; Toxic Spikes; Acid Spray; Doubleslap Personality: Environmentalist. Wants to clean up Cheyenne, except for himself (which makes him sort of a hypocrite) Fainted! +1 level for Tyrogue
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