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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 4, 2012 2:11:02 GMT -5
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[classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]M[/classy]awile wanted to laugh at the growl, not too sure what the mareep was trying to do. Was that supposed to intimidate him? Never. He would never get intimidated by something so small and fluffy and weak. Really, he should go easy on it. The sheep-like Pokémon seemed to need all the advantage it could get. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. Going easy on the Pokémon would show Fate that he wasn't just some battling brute, even though he enjoyed the sport and loved the feel of flesh on flesh when an attack his. Speaking of which, the Pokémon he mareep's fur carried so much static electricity, making Mawile feel the tingle when the attack hit him. Wait wait wait what was going on? The tingle just didn't stop and the steel type felt his movements slow down. He looked up at his trainer, fear painting over his features and suddenly so glad that he didn't show his true face to his opponent, keeping his back constantly turned. [classy=one]F[/classy]ate's eyes caught his pokemon's, but he was just as lost and confused as his friend. Quickly, he switched the focus of his pokedex onto the mareep and scrolled down, trying to read as fast as he could and cursing his abysmally slow reading speed, which continued to be the bane of his existence, it seemed, even though he wasn't in school anymore. Finally, the word paralysis caught his eye and he figured that that was what had happened. " Don't worry, Mawile! You're paralyzed, but you should still be able to, um... try a sandstorm!" Fate really didn't know what else he could say, because his knowledge was severely lacking in this whole battling thing. " You can do it!" He tried to look less scared than he actually was. [classy=one]T[/classy]he Pokémon saw his trainer's worried looks and figured nothing good was happening to him at the moment. The paralysis was something he hadn't experienced beforehand and it was quite concerning, losing control of his limbs every now and then. Mawile tried to move back a bit before feeling the effects run through his legs, making him freeze on the spot. So no moving, then. Annoyed, the Pokémon summoned up a sandstorm. It was all he could do for now. [classy=pkmn] level 7 - male intimidate & hyper cutter [ smooth rock ] astonish - metal burst - thunderfang - sandstorm - fake tears { atk -1 } { PARALYZED ! } hit by growl and tackle ! static activated -- mawile paralyzed ! used sandstorm ! { sandstorm 1/8 } [/classy] [classy=one]OOC[/classy][classy=ooc]how pathetic would it be if I lost this battle? :'DD [/classy]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 4, 2012 12:50:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] LOST CHILD LYDIA ! Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family
Lydia blinked and stared in confusion as the Mawile stood still. It seemed to be having trouble with something, making the small girl wonder what the issue was. Sassy knew what was going on, smiling quietly to herself in victory for restraining such a frightening foe. The gentle Mareep's head bobbed up and down rhythmically with her breathing, keeping a steady pace so she wouldn't overwork herself due to her fears and anxieties. That Mawile was strong, and she already regretted tackling into him last time. It was as if she hardly did any damage at all, making her wonder how long this battle was going to take. She probably wasn't going to win, feeling like she was up against a pro as she lowered her eyes to the ground. "Sassy, don't be sad! Get glad!" Lydia giggled with her old schoolbag clutched in her hands, shaking it wildly with excitement. "You can do it too!" She believed with all of the childish innocence in the world! Even if her dear Sassy didn't win, the pet was still a winner to her. Sassy's face did not seem amused at the girl's encouragement, as if she heard it a hundred times already. That saying never got the Mareep anywhere positive and special, even if it was practically drilled into her soul. That Sandstorm ended up giving them more of a challenge, whipping up winds that did not need to be whipped. "Ugh, a sandstorm?! Here?!" Lydia didn't expect this one, raising an arm to her face to block out the stinging sand as Sassy was pelted with its sharp stings every now and then. <Why couldn't you make it sunny? Maybe a little wind...a beach ball.> The Mareep whined from her spot, tail between her legs as she endured this annoyance. "Ok! Growl and Tackle worked last time, so do it again! Goooo!" Lydia encouraged the Mareep to do the same tactics, oblivious to Growl's uselessness and Tackle's ineffectiveness from before. The Mareep let out a sweet, innocent growl from her throat. The sandy winds might have been loud, but she made sure she was louder. She then charged ahead at the steel type with a clear lack of determination, already disheartened from the last turn. ::MAREEP:: sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry Hit by Sandstorm! Health is mid-green! Growl and Tackle! ( ATK -1! Intimidated!)
*Mawile has intimidate and hyper cutter
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 8, 2012 0:26:09 GMT -5
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[classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]W[/classy]ith each growl, the mawile's attack was dropping lower and lower. It was partially subconscious, the pokemon not wanting to humiliate the electric type, but mawile also felt something inside him, pulling and tugging at his muscles and preventing him from dealing maximum damage. It was similar to the paralysis, but constant instead of coming out in short bursts, capping his power. [classy=one]T[/classy]he sandstorm helped protect him a bit, but the tackle seemed the same, the static now useless since the steel type was already paralyzed. Between the intimidation and his natural defences, though, his health was just starting to deplete. Fate was starting to get used to the sandstorm, pulling up his hood and eyes squinting in order to see. " Mawile! Try, um... try the thunderfang again!" he said, hoping it would work well. Unfortunately, the paralysis was too much for his pokemon and prevented him from moving this round. Trainer and pokemon shared an apologetic look, but nothing could be done for now.[classy=pkmn] level 7 - male intimidate & hyper cutter [ smooth rock ] astonish - metal burst - thunderfang - sandstorm - fake tears { atk -2 } { PARALYZED ! } { YELLOW } hit by growl and tackle ! mawile is fully paralyzed ! { sandstorm 2/8 } [/classy] [/classy]
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Post by Steve on Mar 8, 2012 11:25:54 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] LOST CHILD LYDIA !Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family Lydia was still oblivious to the fact that the mawile was paralyzed but she was in fact glad this was the case since she could just get another attack out there. Noticing her mareep looking depressed for some reason even after the tackle and was certainly regressing a little into a shier mareep. That wasn't good at all but she was going to keep going so her mareep would too. This wasn't the end for them and Lydia giggle cutely despite the sandstorm that suddenly got in her eyes again. The mareep took damage too as she whined uncontrollably at it, but that's when she was trying to speak to her trainer. Please make it stop, this isn't fun anymore, she protested. Lydia didn't listen as she merely pointed forwards, "Let's do it again, it should be fun, Growl and Tackle!" she said towards the mareep. Reluctantly stumbling forwards as the sandstorm seemed to just keep pelting the mareep, but she wasn't going to go down easily. Sassy soon pushed through it and then suddenly aimed a growl at the mawile again. It was definitely loud again, and now she was able to get through to throw another tackle at it in hopes it would hit. I just wanna gooo hooome. she whined out as Lydia continued to be oblivious to the effects the growl might have. This was working for now and could only hope that sassy stayed in the fighting spirit even she really wasn't. Seriously though, a different effect than this sandstorm would have been better, sassy whined again even during the tackle. ::mareep:: sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry Hit by Sandstorm! Health is low-green! Growl and Tackle! ( ATK -1! Intimidated!)
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 11, 2012 0:59:07 GMT -5
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[classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]T[/classy]he mareep's cries broke Fate's heart. No -- he couldn't keep doing this! The sheep did not want to battle, wanted the battle to stop, and so Fate couldn't go on. He had a weak will and a soft heart, but he liked to believe that that was a good thing, that his compassion was an attribute to be proud of. The mareep's pain was not something he wanted. [classy=one]M[/classy]awile saw Fate's hesitation, the way the trainer reached for a pokeball and gripped it tightly between his fingers. < no! you said as long as i got permission, i get to battle! > the steel type said angrily. < we have to keep battling! > Fate shook his head at the suggestion. " I can't! The mareep doesn't want to battle. Stand down and stop the storm!" Both the jaw on his horn and the one over his shoulder clenched and sparks of electricity could be seen. The mareep wasn't stopping, and though it wasn't that strong, it was starting to get to him. He wasn't going to back down just because his trainer had a weaker will! [classy=one]F[/classy]ate flinched back a bit, especially as the sandstorm buffeted him. The storm seemed to be getting stronger, in fact, fuelled by the bitterness of his pokemon. If he couldn't appeal to his pokemon, who angrily went in with a weakened thunder fang and pushing through the paralysis, he would have to appeal to the girl. " Lydia, should we stop this? Your mareep doesn't seem like it wants to keep fighting!" [classy=pkmn] level 7 - male intimidate & hyper cutter [ smooth rock ] astonish - metal burst - thunderfang - sandstorm - fake tears { atk -3 } { PARALYZED ! } { YELLOW } hit by growl and tackle ! mawile used thunderfang ! { sandstorm 3/8 } [/classy] [/classy]
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Post by Kathryn on Mar 11, 2012 8:25:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;][STYLE=width: 100px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-top: 15px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-bottom: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #cdcdcd; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #333333; opacity: 0.6; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; padding: 6px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px;]" ...it does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. the real and proper question is: why is it beautiful? "[/style] [STYLE=width: 50px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] [/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2e4yed0.jpg) repeat; width: 80px; height: 220px; padding: 6px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; overflow: auto;]notes notes notes notes notes ---- [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);][STYLE= width: 300px; height: 55px; background-color: #f1f1f1; padding: 8px; text-align: right; font-family: courier new; font-size: 11px; color: #616161; line-spacing: -6px;]...to conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom...
— bertrand russel [/style][STYLE= width: 300px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 8px; margin-top: 5px;]LOST CHILD LYDIA ! Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family
Sassy ground her teeth as the Thunderfang connected with her tail. Though it hurt, it was an electric type attack, and Mareep was an Electric type Pokemon. Sassy whimpered quietly and swallowed, backing away from the angry looking Mawile.
“No, she's just a bit shy,” Lydia replied, rubbing her arm. “Come on, Sassy! Remember that promise we made before we ran away? I know it hurts but you just hang in there, okay?” But Sassy wasn't having any of it. She didn't want to continue this battle, and suddenly she burst into tears. This wasn't fair.
She wanted to fight to please her friend, but she didn't want to fight because it hurt. Why did they have to run away? The Electric type sibbed miserably and sat down on the ground, curling her tail around herself protectively.
------ sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry Buffeted by Sandstorm, hit by Thunder Fang! Health is orange? Sib sib sib... 8( ( ATK -1! Intimidated!)
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 12, 2012 21:27:30 GMT -5
[newclass=one]float:left; width:0.7em; font-size:400%; font-family:Fredericka the great,georgia; line-height:80%; margin:4 10 2 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=name]float:left; margin:-40 5 0 15px; font-size:65px;font-family:Ruthie,georgia; color:#a2b6aa ;text-shadow: 2px 2px #594d2c, 2px -2px #594d2c, -2px 2px #594d2c, -2px -2px #594d2c,0px 2px #594d2c, 0px -2px #594d2c, -2px 0px #594d2c, 2px 0px #594d2c;[/newclass] [newclass=box]text-align:center;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;margin-top:85px; color:#191711;[/newclass][newclass=pkmn]text-align:center;font-family:arial[/newclass][newclass=ooc]text-align:left;font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:100px;margin-top:3px;[/newclass] [atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #9a9377 url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/fate-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] [classy=box]mawile (7) M[/classy]
[classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]T[/classy]he electric type's tears as the final straw, Fate feeling all resolve fading as he tried to return his Mawile. He pointed his pokeball at the steel type, who definitely wasn't going to allow his battle to end partway again. Mawile dodged the beam of red light as it came to strike him, turning his horn to snap at his trainer with an annoyed look. < no! you promised! I'm going to win this battle and become stronger!> The words were punctuated by another snap, but the paralysis made his motions slow and choppy. The trainer bit his lips, a bit frustrated that he wasn't able to control his own pokemon. It would be so much easier to simply battle, but his own code of ethics wouldn't allow it. [classy=one]H[/classy]e knew that this wasn't something that should ever be done in pokemon battles and he had probably violated some very important rules, but the trainer stepped into the field, placing himself between the two pokemon, challenging his own. " Sassy doesn't want to battle anymore." Fate felt the sand get into his mouth, the storm much worse in the middle of the battlefield. He turned to look at the trainer. Mawile was going to be so angry. " You win. The battle is over." [classy=one]M[/classy]awile was indeed quite furious. < no! i had this! i could have won!> The sandstorm raged, harder than ever, battering everyone on the field, but Fate did not stand down, wincing at the sand's rough texture. The two locked eyes before Mawile finally ended the storm, but angrily walked off for a few steps, the horn on his head snapping angrily and pulling out the grass that was just starting to grow back. [classy=pkmn] level 7 - male intimidate & hyper cutter [ smooth rock ] astonish - metal burst - thunderfang - sandstorm - fake tears { atk -3 } { PARALYZED ! } { YELLOW } hit by nothing ! used nothing ! battle ended? [/classy] [/classy]
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Post by Steve on Mar 13, 2012 14:46:06 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] LOST CHILD LYDIA !Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family The little girl was certainly not wanting to continue the fight after seeing Fate put himself in front of his pokemon. Noticing the mawile wasn't exactly happy about it, but the mareep kept curling her tail around herself. The poor sheep pokemon was unable to hold it together anymore as she started to let her teary eyes look towards her trainer. <I know we made a pwomise, but can we go back pweeease? she asked, and used puppy eyes even at the same time. Well, they were sheep eyes the size of dinner plates now and Lydia almost changed her mind thanks to that. Stomping her foot down on the ground like a stubborn child would, she soon spoke in a rather harsh tone towards the mareep. "No, I am NEVER going back to that place, it's always rules, rules, rules with them, and there's never anything fun going on! I will not go back!" she said, seeming to have a slight feeling that her pokemon would stop fighting now too. Lydia was pouting as she made the mareep cry even more, and the sheep pokemon seemed to just baa away her sorrows. Mareeeeeeeep! was let out mournfully at the last second as Lydia's complaining was cut off by how loud it was. "If you stop crying, maybe we can go back," she said, starting to get tears in her eyes since she didn't like seeing her pokemon sad. Now Lydia was kneeling by Sassy, and petting her fur softly despite the static there. The mareep knew fully well how to control her static when it came to her trainer. R-really?.. SNIFFLE ..okay, the sheep said, tears still streaming down her face. "I just wish I knew the way back home," Lydia said as she looked towards the trainer again, wondering if he knew. ::mareep:: sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry +1 level to mawile (Battle over)
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 17, 2012 22:43:02 GMT -5
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[classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]F[/classy]ate was glad that the battle had ended, even though now he had to make amends with Mawile. Still, the pokemon had to understand that battling was only okay if everyone was on board. The mareep seemed much happier, though Lydia seemed rather lost, reminding Fate of some of the foster children he had met when he was younger. Was it impossible to make everyone happy? He knew that realistically, he couldn't manage that, but Fate tried his best to sacrifice himself in order to create smiles all around. Right now, Lydia wasn't smiling, Mawile wasn't smiling, and to his absolute horror, even Sassy seemed less than happy. Where had he gone wrong? At least during battle, the trainer and the steel type didn't seem to be this disheartened.
[classy=one]T[/classy]he white-haired boy had a pained look on his face as he listened to the girl speak. It seemed that the mareep was able to convince her to... go home? Wait, wasn't Lydia a trainer, just like him, going on her own adventure? Fate was a bit confused but reminded himself that really, it didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. He just had to talk to the young girl, sort everything through, and then find a way to win Mawile over. Maybe he could go and challenge the gym. The steel type would definitely enjoy that. "Oh, are you lost?" he asked the girl, when she turned to look at him. He tried to put on the best caring smile he had, hoping that it would make her feel more comfortable. "Where are you from?"
[classy=one]I[/classy]f she really was a lost child, then Fate would have to do anything he could to help her out, and maybe show Mawile that there was more to just battling. Too bad the pokemon was busy sulking in a corner, his horn munching on some grass.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 19, 2012 11:41:11 GMT -5
------LOST CHILD LYDIA !
❥ Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family
Upon hearing the question, Lydia started to sniffle a little as she stroked Sassy's soft wool. The Mareep still had sand hiding away in her once yellow fur coat, now adorning a dirty sandy color as the girl continued to stroke Sassy's fur. Her hands were probably dirty for making contact with the injured Mareep, but she never cared about things like that. She was a kid that didn't fully understand things like germs and the importance of being clean, unless you happened to get teased about it in class. Other kids could be mean if they wanted to be, and sometimes she felt as if they jumped on her for things she never would've guessed they'd find hilarious.
She looked down uncomfortably as she felt something get caught in her throat, not understanding why it was so hard to talk. "J-Just a little...I don't know where the road is anymore." She muttered, looking down in shame for allowing herself to get lost in the first place. She knew the way home if she could only get herself on that path, but until then she was forced to wander around the place. "Do you have a map?" She gave Fate an uncertain expression, not knowing if she could trust the older trainer to help her out with this. He was older and smarter, but he seemed as childish as she was. Her young mind could pick up on the signs, feeling as if she could relate to him in a way.
<I just want to go home...mail me there for all I can.> Sassy sighed, nuzzling against Lydia as she fretted about how they were going to get back. If anything, she was glad that they were going to go home. Her biggest issue so far was convincing the young girl to go back to her parents, which had only been unsuccessful until now. Some problems were solved, while others were popping up out of nowhere. She could only hope that they weren't given too many problems on their way back home, just wanting to be in the safe comforts in the city instead of this bug filled forest.
sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry
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Post by arionne ♥ on Apr 30, 2012 18:14:55 GMT -5
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created by arionne of pokemoncheyenne | lyrics from glad you came by the wanted [/style] [style=width:420px;margin:0 0 0 60px;font-family:georgia;font-size:10px; text-align:justify;] Fate wanted to help. He wanted nothing more than to offer his assistance and to guide Lydia home, to see her smile again and to make everyone happy. When she asked if he had a map, the trainer tried not to look too discouraged and rummaged through the bag and the starter pack the professor had given him, hoping that maybe -- just maybe -- a map had been included. "I'm... I don't have one," he told the girl, looking rather apologetic. "I'm sure we can find a map in Electric City, though!" he quickly added, hoping that this solution would be good enough for her. Once there, he would be able to help her to a bookstore maybe, or they could ask anyone that lived there to help Lydia. "Would that be all right?"
He smiled, offering to hold Lydia's hand so they two of them could head to the city. He wasn't fully aware of Lydia and Sassy's whole story, believing that she was just a lost child with her pokemon. Fate was willing to help her as much as he could, regardless of the situation the girl was in.
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the sun goes down the stars come out and all that counts is here and now my universe will never be the same i’m glad you came i'm glad you came [ words | ### ] [ tags | names ] [ notes | ooc notes here ]
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Post by Steve on May 1, 2012 8:10:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] LOST CHILD LYDIA ! Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family Lydia looked up expectantly at the trainer, and knew that Fate was probably telling the truth about going back to the city, but her parent's didn't live that way. So she was unsure of what to do now, but she grabbed his hand, just finding the path would be good enough for her. "Please just guide me back to the path, I can find my way from there, e-even though I'm still scared to go home," she said calmly to the trainer, and looked down for a moment. Scuffling her feet against the dirt to kick up some grass in the end, even as her mareep squeaked in joy. Sassy was feeling her fur getting groomed again, and the little girl's hands kept making the static kick up each time she did so. Funny as it was to Lydia that her little sassy could actually be as paranoid about being lost at times, but the mareep was definitely glad to hear that she'd be going home soon. Even if Lydia was against the idea, she was figuring it was much better than being lost in this route here. "My family is in Electrique city I don't want to go there, I want to find the path to get farther away from them!" she merely said, noting that the trainer might not understand her logic, but she was still fretful about how her parents would yell at her. Bombarding the rules on her once again and telling her not to take sassy out with her anymore ever. So she'd forever roam the route away from home, and keep herself with the freedom she earned despite how dirty she was looking. Not to mention, probably needed a bath along with her pokemon. ::mareep:: sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 5, 2012 12:41:28 GMT -5
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created by arionne of pokemoncheyenne | lyrics from glad you came by the wanted [/style] [style=width:420px;margin:0 0 0 60px;font-family:georgia;font-size:10px; text-align:justify;] Fate was a bit confused with Lydia's words, trying to make sense of them. He wanted to make sure that she was happy and safe, yet her words seemed to contradict this. She didn't want to go home, but she didn't want to stay on the roads, like this? Fate always strived to make everyone around him happy and to abide to their wishes, but did the two coincide, this time? Would letting her walk away from her home make her happy? He had never known his father, and his mother had left him much too early. Family was something he had never really understood but always craved. He couldn't just... he couldn't be the one to separate the girl from her family. But then, could he force her back? What if she was unhappy, in Electric City?
The trainer bit his bottom lips and tried to think as fast as he could. Her hand in his felt so small, so tiny. She really was too young to be out there on her own. (And yet, there were stories of children celebrating their tenth birthday by going out on their own. This girl was about that age, wasn't she?)
He led the girl back to the main road, not too far away from the city but still beyond the borders. "If I leave you here, are you sure you're going to be all right?" Fate asked. The road led to the City on one side, and the pokemon lab on the other. Professor Winters seemed like a good man, and if there really was a problem, he would be able to help the young child. "But stay on the road, okay sweety?" There was a smile on his face to mask his worry. "Like that, you won't get lost anymore." |
the sun goes down the stars come out and all that counts is here and now my universe will never be the same i’m glad you came i'm glad you came [ words | ### ] [ tags | names ] [ notes | ooc notes here ]
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on May 7, 2012 15:24:40 GMT -5
[style= width: 440px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/346nmkx.png); color: #000000; font-face: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;] LOST CHILD LYDIA !Age 12. Female. Ran away from her home in Ile Electrique. Lonely and likes talking to other trainers. An energetic and lively girl, but sensitive about her family “Okay I promise to stay on the road!” and with a wave the little girl walked away with the mareep following behind her. She had sighed softly at fact that she wasn’t going home, but reluctantly followed the little girl anyways. Someone needed to keep an eye on her right?
Up on a tree branch, a small starly was inching her way towards the end. >I believe I can fly!< she chirped lightly before jumping off! She tried to flap her wings… but it seemed that she couldn’t keep her small body in the air and thus she went spiraling down to the ground >NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!< she let out a cry before hitting the ground, rather hard. >Why… why can’t I fly!< she cried lightly as a small tear fell down her cheek.
::mareep:: sassy level 5 - female static Tackle||Growl||Odor Sleuth Gentle - Affectionate - Homesick holding: pecha berry
::starly:: STARLY (F) 8 normal / flying keen eye tackle - growl - quick attack doesn't know how to fly - cries easily - keeps trying to fly over and over.
TAGS: modded <3 | NOTES: you’re welcome <3 [/style]
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 8, 2012 22:14:07 GMT -5
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created by arionne of pokemoncheyenne | lyrics from glad you came by the wanted [/style] [style=width:420px;margin:0 0 0 60px;font-family:georgia;font-size:10px; text-align:justify;] The starly fell onto the ground as Fate watched Lydia walk off in the opposite direction. The pokemon's cry made him jump, immediately making his way over to the fallen bird. "Are you all right?" he asked, worried. "We're close to the city. I'll bring you to a pokemon center. Oh sweetie... I hope you aren't hurt." The man reached over in an attempt to hold the starly so he could bring her to the city. He was on his way anyways, so it wouldn't even be a detour.
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the sun goes down the stars come out and all that counts is here and now my universe will never be the same i’m glad you came i'm glad you came [ words | ### ] [ tags | mods ] [ notes | i want to go to the city ;^; ]
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Post by Steve on May 9, 2012 14:07:04 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Well, the starly certainly appreciated the help as she looked up through teary eyes, and realized she was being carried for a minute. Looking around and then down at the ground as she fluttered her wings again. This time ready to take to the skies and show her whole family that she could be the best there ever was. Even as she was sniffling, and attempting her next attempt at flying, she wasn't bothering to listen to the trainer just then. I can feel the wind soaring through my - oof! she said suddenly as she was floating on the wind for at least a good five seconds before plummeting to the ground again in a very destructive fashion. Spiraling down so that her beak smashed into the dirt, and suddenly she was on her back wings spread out. Then they curved inwards so she could start crying again, Wah! I'll never learn the art of flying, ever! she wailed out, and her tear ducts seemed to pour with sibbing. ::starly:: STARLY (F) 8 normal / flying keen eye tackle - growl - quick attack doesn't know how to fly - cries easily - keeps trying to fly over and over. Used runsibface ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ノ
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 9, 2012 15:27:32 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:20px #000000 solid;border-left:10px #000000 solid;,btable] turn the lights out now now i’ll take you by the hand hand you another drink drink it if you can can you spend a little time time is slipping away away from us so stay stay with me so i can make make you glad you came
created by arionne of pokemoncheyenne | lyrics from glad you came by the wanted [/style] [style=width:420px;margin:0 0 0 60px;font-family:georgia;font-size:10px; text-align:justify;]
Fate let out a little cry of surprise when the starly leaped from his arms and back, trying to fly even though it seems like the pokemon's wings just weren't working well. "You have to be careful!" he told the starly, picking the pokemon back up and hurrying to the city. Something was definitely wrong if the flying type couldn't fly. The nurses at the pokemon center would be able to help, though. They would know what to do, and the starly will be all healed up, and Fate would have done the Right Thing. The thought made the trainer smile as he bundled the pokemon up and ran to the city.
THREAD END BECAUSE I'M DONE WITH R1 OKAY? WHOCARESWHATHAPPENSTOTHESTARLY?
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the sun goes down the stars come out and all that counts is here and now my universe will never be the same i’m glad you came i'm glad you came [ words | ### ] [ tags | mods ] [ notes | END THREAD ]
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