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Post by Tatheria on Apr 16, 2011 12:13:34 GMT -5
Citrine bounced extra high as the Psywave hit the Pidgey just as he had planned. Tilting his head at the Pidgey's harsh words, he continued bouncing until the Pidgey was rushing at him. Frantically trying to change direction mid-bounce, Citrine failed and the Pidgey hit him right below his nose, sending him flying back several feet.
"That's alright, Citrine! You can do this. Try another Psywave, okay?" Serena called, clapping her hands and glancing at the Spearows again to check them for trouble. Seeing none, she quickly looked back at Citrine and the Pidgey, not entirely sure that Citrine would be able to win his first battle. She hid her doubts and pasted a bright, encouraging smile on her face instead, not wanting to discourage him at all with a negative attitude.
The small pig Pokemon bounced slightly closer to Serena, hearing her directions and preparing to put them into action. With an even higher bounce than his previous ones, he shot another beam of energy at the Pidgey, hoping that he would be lucky and have two in a row hit the small bird.
::spoink:: used Psywave.
[Serena] is keeping an eye on the Spearows and worrying about Citrine.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 16, 2011 14:00:21 GMT -5
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Post by Tatheria on Apr 22, 2011 18:38:55 GMT -5
Citrine let out a low whimper as the Tackle connected again, though it failed to knock him off balance this time. He bounced away from the Pidgey as soon as he had recovered, fearing another attack.
Serena studied the Pidgey carefully, desperately looking for a weak spot for Citrine to attack or some disadvantage the Pidgey had that they could use to help them. Finding none and watching Citrine get Tackled hard again, she bit her lip and called out another move. "Another Psywave, Citrine."
Citrine heard Serena's command and started to let loose another Psywave, but one of the cheering Spearows broke his concentration, causing him to mess up the Psywave and simply bounce around uselessly in a Splash "attack" instead.
::spoink:: failed to use Psywave; used Splash.
[Serena] is worrying; looking for a weak spot on the Pidgey.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Apr 22, 2011 20:19:58 GMT -5
The Spearows let out gasps and whimpers as they heard the Trainer command her Spoink to unleash another Psychic attack against the Pidgey. However, what they saw was just a bouncing Spoink and the whole group burst out into shrieking laughter. <Ha! What is that?. Hoping to dance to your victory?>one the Spearow jeered. <Hey Pidgey, don't waste your time with that bouncing loser. Why don't we all hang out now!>another called and was followed up by enthusiastic cheers.
The Pidgey, however, ignored the fangirls but focused his attention on the Spoink, anger darkning his features and causing his eyes to turn into angry slits. <You have the guts to mock me? You'll regret that,>the Pidgey growled angrily, apparently thinking the Spoink's "splashing" was just to tease him. He dove towards the Psychic pig, aiming to ram his head against it again.
::Pidgey:: Level: 7 Gender: Male Attacks: Tackle, Sand-Attack Personality: Proud and Easily Angered|| Used tackle
::Spearow:: x4 Level: 5 Gender: Male & Female Attacks: Peck, Growl, Leer Personality: Fangasming Tards. Cheering
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Post by Tatheria on Apr 24, 2011 11:57:20 GMT -5
The Tackle hit Citrine yet again, throwing the small pig to the ground and knocking the breath out of him. Another whimper escaping him, he bounced back up, setting himself right. "O-o-oww..."[/color] He sent a questioning look at Serena, silently asking what to do next.
Serena brought her hand up to her mouth, biting down on her thumb nail nervously. "I don't know what to do..." she whispered, too quiet for Citrine to hear. "Can you pull off another Psywave, Citrine?"
"I think so..."[/color] the small pig grunted, bouncing up and succeeding in shooting a brightly colored beam of light at the Pidgey quickly.
::spoink:: used Psywave.
[Serena] is still worrying; not sure Citrine can win.
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Post by Kathryn on Apr 25, 2011 8:06:56 GMT -5
Flowing over the Spearow, the Psywave sent him spinning back, and forced him to take flight. The brunt of the attack was what had got him the most. However, Psywave wasn’t a move that could cause confusion, which was to his advantage. Despite that, the attacks were starting to take their toll on his body, and he began to feel somewhat weaker than he had been. Not significantly, but still somewhat weaker.
He paused for a moment, examining the Spoink before he attacked, causing the Spearow to shriek with enthusiasm. This was going to be enjoyable! Suddenly he dipped toward the Spoink, spraying up sand as he skimmed the ground with his wings, and attempted to ram his sharp beak into the Pokémon’s side...
::Pidgey:: Level: 7 Gender: Male Attacks: Tackle, Sand-Attack Personality: Proud and Easily Angered|| Hit by Psywave. Used Sand Attack and Tackle. Starting to weaken
::Spearow:: { Spearow x 4 } Level: 5 Gender: Male & Female Attacks: Peck, Growl, Leer Personality: Fangasming Tards. Cheering
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Post by Tatheria on Apr 25, 2011 12:56:57 GMT -5
Seeing the Pidgey aim the sand for him, Citrine tried to turn his body so the sand couldn't irritate his eyes, but he was tiring and failed to do so. Tears started to form due to the grit, making sure he couldn't see well enough to avoid the tackle that was coming straight for him. The small bird's body smacked into Citrine hard, though the beak that had been aiming for his side only scratched him lightly.
Scared and worried for Citrine, Serena took a step towards the fight, wanting to help him without actually thinking it through. She stopped and shook her head after a second, realising that she couldn't go to him and help. She had to let him finish the fight, whether or not he came out of it well. All she could do for him was take care of him after the fact. "Are you well enough to use Psywave again, Citrine?"
The small pig Pokemon nodded slowly and started to launch another beam of psychic energy at the Pidgey, praying it would do a good amount of damage this time.
::spoink:: used Psywave; tired.
[Serena] is thinking Citrine might lose; not sure what to do.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Apr 25, 2011 13:36:54 GMT -5
::Pidgey:: Level 7 | Male Keen Eye || Tangled Feet Tackle | Sand-Attack Personality; Proud and Easily Angered Hit by Psywave Tried to use Tackle, failed.
::Spearow:: x4 Level: 5 | Keen Eye || None Peck | Growl | Leer Personality; Fangasming Tard Fangasm,fangasm.
By this point the Spearows are all talking too eatchother talking about how amazing the Pidgey is and how the pig currently just sucks. This completely ignores the fact that the Pidgey is in bad shape himself.
The Pidgey was panting at the moment he did not know how long he could continue this, but his cocky looking attitude begged too differ.
The Pidgey was already showeing itself in victory. However he felt the next psywave strike through his body and even though he was shrugging it off, it really hurt.
Trying to go for another tackle attack he felt a stinging pain as he crashed too the ground. Trying to stand up he looked at the pig, hoping that his mistake did not cost him his win.
The Spearows were worried now. Could this turn everything around?!
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Post by Tatheria on Apr 25, 2011 18:16:13 GMT -5
Serena held back a small cheer as the Pidgey failed to hurt Citrine again, realising at the last second that cheering because a Pokemon was in pain wasn't what she wanted to do. She was glad that Citrine wasn't going to be injured now, but not exactly happy that it came at the arrogant Pidgey's expense.
Citrine relaxed slightly when he didn't feel the attack he had tensed his muscles to take. He saw the Pidgey fall to the ground instead of charging again. "What next?"[/color] he called sharply, hoping to finish the battle here and now.
Serena tapped a finger to her lips, thinking carefully... before realising that she didn't really have a choice if Citrine was going to damage the Pidgey again. It's not like Splash was really an effective attack at all, she mused. "A Psywave, please!" She ordered loudly, crossing her fingers as she gave the command.
The Spoink bounced higher before sending the Psywave straight down at the Pidgey, hoping that the angle he was achieving with his bounce would make it harder for the small bird to dodge the attack.
::spoink:: used Psywave.
[Serena] feels bad that the Pidgey is hurt; still wants Citrine to win.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Apr 25, 2011 18:39:10 GMT -5
The Pidgey's eyes narrowed, watching the Spoink's movements. Just then, he spied a flash of purple eminating from the Psychic pig and quickly weaved to the side, just as he felt some psychic power whip past him, barely ruffling his feathers.
<Whoo! Go go Pidgey! Beat down that pig!>cried the Spearows, cheering for their idol while jeering and hissing at the Spoink.
The Pidgey flashed a glare at his fans, somewhat irritated by their loud voices yet also quite pleased that they admired him so much. The fact that he had to keep up his reputation boosted his fighting spirit. <Take this!>he cawed at the Spoink, whipping up more sand towards the Spoink before lauching himself at the pig, hoping to ram it back with his head.
::Pidgey:: Level: 7 Gender: Male Attacks: Tackle, Sand-Attack Personality: Proud and Easily Angered|| Dodged Psywave. Used Sand Attack and Tackle. Starting to weaken
::Spearow:: { Spearow x 4 } Level: 5 Gender: Male & Female Attacks: Peck, Growl, Leer Personality: Fangasming Tards. Cheering
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Post by Tatheria on Aug 2, 2011 11:28:32 GMT -5
Serena sighed softly as the Psywave barely missed, knowing that Citrine certainly couldn't handle much more of the battle. Pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, she stared at the Pidgey, trying to figure out where he was most injured so she could give Citrine direction. As a plan struck her, she bit down in surprise and swore softly. "Goddamnit... How on earth are we going to win this?" She kept her voice low so Citrine couldn't hear her, and then called to him in louder tones. "Do you think you have another Psywave in you?"
"I-I think s-" As the tiny pig started to reply to Serena, sand flew into his face and he flailed his small arms, trying to reach up and wipe the sand out of his eyes. Before he had a chance to recover, the Pidgey's Tackle connected, knocking him back. He landed several feet away, closer to Serena than he had been.
Rushing over to Citrine, Serena carefully wiped the sand out of his eyes and whispered reassuring words to him. "Citrine, you know that you don't have to keep fighting, right? You've done wonderfully already and I think Opal might be able to finish things here."
"N-no. I want to finish what I started."[/b]
Citrine began bouncing again, even higher than before, and prepared to unleash another Psywave on the Pidgey. At the highest point in his next bounce, he let the beam of light out, praying with everything he had that he would hit the Pidgey, knowing that this was his last attack for this battle.
::spoink:: used Psywave.
[Serena] is worried and not sure Citrine can win at this point; willing to let Citrine give up.
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Post by PRESTOOOOGE on Aug 3, 2011 10:27:11 GMT -5
The Pidgey, too busy preening his feathers and bowing for the crowd, didn't notice Citrine's rebuttal until it was too late. He was hit with the full force of the psywave, knocking him back until his talons were waving in the air.
"BOOOO!" The Spearows yelled, flapping their wings and jeering at the Pidgey. They knew their idol would never give up - the booing was just some "negative encouragement."
The Pidgey growled and ruffled his wings, apparently having quite the hard time getting up. He wriggled his talons, trying to shift his weight onto one side or the other so he could flip rightside up. For a bird, this beefy guy certainly wasn't very agile. It soon became apparent that the previous dodge had been mostly careful aerial work combined with luck.
Once on the ground, this Pidgey wasn't so graceful at all.
Level: 7 Gender: Male Attacks: Tackle, Sand-Attack Personality: Proud and Easily Angered Hit by psywave. Having trouble getting up. Weakened, can't get up.
{ Spearow x 4 } Level: 5 Gender: Male & Female Attacks: Peck, Growl, Leer Personality: Fangasming Tards. Booing.
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Post by Tatheria on Aug 6, 2011 8:23:44 GMT -5
Citrine bounced slowly after the attack, trying to catch his breath before going in for the kill... er, faint. He glanced at the Spearows before bouncing carefully over to Serena, awaiting his next set of instructions.
Serena moved slightly closer to the Pidgey, peering down at him as he struggled to get up, and called to Citrine. "Citrine, finish this if you can. Just... do what you can, alright?" Serena closed her hands into fists, digging her nails lightly into her palms as she watched the nervewracking battle come to a hopeful close.
Citrine squeezed his eyes shut as he launched his only damaging attack at the Pidgey for the.. well, actually, he realized he'd lost count. If this attack didn't end the battle, he would be joining the Pidgey on the ground.
::spoink:: used Psywave.
[Serena] is praying that the battle is soon to be over.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 7, 2011 18:59:00 GMT -5
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The last Psywave was more than enough to take this proud Pidgey into a sea of dreams, where he wouldn't be able to wake up from for a while. The Psywave was lucky enough to be even stronger this time around, which was what really did the bird in this time. With a weakened coo, the hero was defeated. All of the Spearows were speechless, just staring at their fallen idol with dropped beaks.
One was about to say something, but this rancid odor drafted through the air. It was strange, but the sky started to get tainted with a weird orange and purple color. What in the world was this? They didn't want to stick around to find out. One after the other flew off quietly, leaving the Pidgey on the ground and the trainer to decide what she wanted to do next.
::pidgey:: Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Attacks: Tackle, Sand-Attack Personality: Proud and Easily Angered Fainted. +1 level Spoink
::spearow:: Flew away from a terrible smell!
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Post by Tatheria on Aug 11, 2011 21:31:24 GMT -5
Serena threw an arm around Citrine as he nearly stopped bouncing with pain and exhaustion, before telling him softly, "It's okay, Citrine. Return." After Citrine was back in his Pokeball to rest, Serena approached the Pidgey carefully. She was nearly positive that he had fainted after seeing the Pidgey leave, but she wanted to make absolutely sure.
Peering down at the Pidgey, she was facing a hard choice. Catch the Pidgey and see him unhappy for possibly the rest of his life, or leave him here... possibly to die? If she could avoid it, Serena would rather not catch this proud, cruel pokemon, but that didn't mean she wanted him to die either. Still staring down at him, she pulled her lower lip into her mouth and began chewing, thinking.
What... what about pulling him into the grass at the side of the path? Maybe she could save him... yes. Serena carefully lifted the Pidgey up into her arms and then set him gently down under a tree near the path, in the shade and hopefully out of sight. After feeling for a pulse, she went back to the path and turned for the Pokecenter, knowing that Citrine and Opal would soon need help. Then she came back all smiles!
[Serena] is on her way to the Pokecenter to heal her team.
(OOC: Did I like... do this Pokecenter shiz right?)
edit: you forgot to mention that she came back x'D fixed
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2011 15:57:08 GMT -5
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<Come on bro, tell me what's wrong. You gotta talk about these things. These feeling things. Girls are kind of right when they mean 'I wanna talk about my feelings', I mean you'll feel better.> A Nincada kept poking at his Weedle buddy as they walked together in a heated conversation. The Weedle had just hinted at feeling bummed over something that happened to him, but wouldn't say what was wrong exactly. This was enough to spur the Nincada into making a sea of questions for the Weedle, trying to spit that information out of him.
He meant well, wanting to help and all, but it was extremely annoying for the Weedle. Why was the only one that cared about him that stupid Nincada?! It was just so frustrating! <No, I'm not gonna say!> He cried, storming ahead of the Nincada in his rage. The Nincada was a stubborn fool though and chased after the Weedle still, wanting more answers.
<You gotta say, we're friends. Come on, tell me. What kind of boo-boo do you have on your heart?> He asked sweetly, while the Weedle glared at him for that kind of baby talk. Before he could register what was going on, the Weedle smacked him in the face with his tail, and the two bugs were going at it.
::nincada:: Level 5|Male Compoundeyes Scratch|Harden|Leech Life Personality: Nosy. Bro. Womanizer.
::weedle:: Level 5|Male Shield Dust String Shot|Poison Sting Personality: Rejected. Neglected. Violent.
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Post by Tatheria on Aug 13, 2011 22:30:36 GMT -5
After their visit to the pokecenter, Serena and her team were ready to get at the route again, to become stronger than they were currently. Stepping back onto the path, Serena pulled Opal's pokeball out of her bag, wishing for some company and knowing that she would need the protection. "Come on, sweetie. Your turn to shine again." Serena whispered softly as she released Opal from her confines.
"Wow! It sure is nice to be out of that stuffy ball again!"[/color] the small bird chirped, fluttering up to ride on Serena's shoulder.
Serena giggled as Opal's feathers tickled her neck and continued on her way. Before long, they heard increasingly loud voices and soon saw the sources of the voices, a feuding pair of Bug pokemon.
"Excuse me, but... may I ask what the problem is here?" Serena asked softly, slowly approaching the two. Before she could get an answer or even make sure they had heard her, the Weedle attack the Nincada. Opal tensed as the fight started, immediately ready to protect her trainer.
"Hey there, my trainer asked you a question! Answer her, please.[/color] Opal said, with a serious tone that dared them to do anything other than what she said.
::starly:: wants an answer to Serena's question; prepared to protect her trainer.
[Serena] wants to avoid conflict; asked what the problem is.
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Post by Aly on Aug 14, 2011 3:07:02 GMT -5
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::nincada:: Level: 5 Gender: Male Abilities: Compoundeyes Attacks: Scratch; Harden; Leech Life Personality: Nosy. Bro. Womanizer.
::weedle:: Level: 5 Gender: Male Abilities: Shield Dust Attacks: String Shot; Poison Sting Personality: Rejected. Neglected. Violent.
Being smacked in the face set the nincada back a few steps, it actually prevented him from hearing the trainer's words. The Weedle however heard it perfectly well, as well as hearing that bird yell at them. >Hey, how about you mind your own business!< The Weedle yelled out, glaring at the bird and shooting a small amount of string toward her, more in trying to make the bird stop yelling at them, he was still in a horrible mood and having two others butt into his business just made him even more pissed off. >Yo, bro cool it, sorry about him, he's a little short tempered.< The Nincada said, wiping his face with his claw before glaring at his buddy, he knew better than to attack him back, it would only make the situation worse. >Oi, shut up already!< The Weedle yelled, now getting honestly mad at his friend, why did he have to speak to the human and bird, if they just ignored them it would be fine, but noooo! The weedle slashed his tail at the nincada once again, but this time the bug managed to hop back and dodge it. Now this was getting too much. >Say, trainer, would you please beat the hell out of him so he can stop attacking me already!< The Nincada yelled out, actually asking the trainer to attack his friend, he knew the Weedle would be easier to talk to once he was starting to heal, but now the best he could do was just let out his anger on someone who WAS NOT HIM!
::Weedle:: Used: String Shot Hit by: - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Post by Tatheria on Aug 14, 2011 9:15:31 GMT -5
Serena looked down at the bugs, noticing that the Nincada didn't seem to be fighting back at all, while the Weedle was constantly trying to beat on him. She didn't want to watch the Weedle beat the Nincada senseless when all he was doing was defending, but... then again, it really wasn't her battle to fight.
As Serena was thinking, sticky string suddenly engulfed Opal, who let out a chirp of indignation as she shook the heavy substance off of her wings. "Now that was rude! What did you do that for?"[/color]
Serena rushed forward to Opal, pulling the last bits of string off of her before nudging her forward. "I think we're going to have a battle," she said softly after hearing the Nincada's words. "A Growl and then a Quick Attack on the Weedle, alright?"
Opal growled as menacingly as she could before flinging her small feathered body at the Weedle.
::starly:: used Growl and Quick Attack.
[Serena] didn't want to meddle but felt that she had to after Opal was dragged into things by the String Shot.
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Post by Aly on Aug 14, 2011 9:59:53 GMT -5
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Level: 5 Gender: Male Abilities: Compoundeyes Attacks: Scratch; Harden; Leech Life Personality: Nosy. Bro. Womanizer. {Attack -1}
Level: 5 Gender: Male Abilities: Shield Dust Attacks: String Shot; Poison Sting Personality: Rejected. Neglected. Violent. {Attack -1}
The Weedle glared at his friend, how dare he invite them to battle him, he'd decide if he wanted to fight or not! Why did everyone think they could butt into his business, why did everyone try to take over his life! Both Pokémon ducked their heads as the growl rang through the air, it might not have been intended to hit the nincada, but it did non the less. Next the tackle slammed into the small bugs body, sending him skidding a small distance away, wincing slightly as he came to a stop. His beady little eyes shot open, glaring at the flying type, why the hell did it just do that! >You son of a bitch! You're gonna pay for that you ass!< He yelled out, swinging his head toward the bird and shooting out another clump of thread toward it before swinging his head once more, this time sending a poison tipped barb shooting through the air toward the bird. The Nincada winced as well, he didn't like seeing his friend in pain, but this had to be done if he was to find out what happened between the bug and who ever he was probably trying to hit on, why couldn't he just tell what happened, it would have saved them both a lot of trouble. It was clear the bug was already pissed off, so trying to stop any fighting now would just make it all worse, and have him end up being beaten to a pulp, so he'd just have to watch his friend faint, then drag his sorry ass off to heal...
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