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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 2, 2012 23:44:11 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Oh derp. It seemed the Love Ball hadn't left his hand last turn, and he realized that a piece of his sleeve had been stuck to it. How unfortunate, he thought, tossing the Love Ball once more at the fallen Lotad. He wanted this bugger; it was grass and water type, a pretty decent combination for a pokemon. He directed his attention back to the battle and wasn't surprised to see that the Seedot was making a pathetic attempt at defense. And it was squealing like a baby, too. How weak.
"Again. Wait, Shitpuff - use Astonish this time." He commanded with a wolfish grin. Maybe that would scare the living daylights out of this pathetic baby before he put it to sleep. Hmm... he pondered killing the creature, but that was savage and messy and too soon after seeing that one guy get run ov- ah, he didn't want to think about that. He tried to forget about the thought as he watched his two pokemon move forward again, Conker with his clumsy Fury Cutter and Shitpuff diving towards the seed, dolefully preparing to scare her. A sour black aura suddenly appeared around him as his face distorted into something you'd see in the back of the refrigerator after having too many shots of liquor.
::seedot:: CONKER (M) 4 BUG / ROCK STURDY || SHELL ARMOR FURY CUTTER | SPIKES Fearful - Inexperienced - Childish Hit by nothing! Used Fury Cutter (2) on Seedot!
::swablu:: SHITPUFF (M) 6 NORMAL / FLYING NATURAL CURE PECK | GROWL | ASTONISH Conceited - Dilettante of singing - Confident Hit by nothing. Used Astonish on Seedot!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| None TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| :'x
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 3, 2012 14:23:51 GMT -5
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The Love Ball used on the Lotad was as good as a normal Pokeball, but hey, it was cute. The Lotad felt completely embraced by the warm hearted sensations the Love Ball offered, accepting it as the ball rattled weakly. She hardly put up a struggle, as most Pokémon on route 1 did, before the sphere clicked with the signature 'ping'! All that was left was the Seedot, standing weakly as she was the sole survivor of these attacks.
<You guys play too rough! It hurts!> She cried as she was slashed at with the Fury Cutter, finding that it was even stronger than last time. She was getting weak, even with the defense boost. These Pokémon were double teaming her and it was bound to be over soon. It was then when the Swablu started to put on the most horrifying expression, looking like a bat out of hell as she squealed in fear.
<It's gonna eat me!> Why wouldn't the Lotad come to her aid? Her momma said that the Lotad would look out for her! She cried a little less due to her weakness, feeling tired as she tried to put up a bide with the rest of her energy. It was a futile move, but it was something productive.
Level 3|Female Chlorophyll | Early Bird Bide|Harden Crybaby - Immature - Clingy Hit by Fury Cutter SE and Astonish! Health is red!Biding 1/3(Defense +1) Captured
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 5, 2012 21:33:45 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan laughed scornfully at the Seedot's pitiful cries. "Yeah, that's what we're trying to do, if you haven't noticed." He replied sassily, watching as his pokemon continued to mercilessly attack the baby. The seed was Swablu's natural prey, after all, so he didn't care, and Conker was just trying to survive. <S-s-sorry... I'm scared, too, but this'll just hurt a bit, okay?> Conker tried to comfort the pokemon, pitying her.
"Keep attacking." Evan commanded gruffly as he walked over to the silent Love Ball and pocketed it. If the Lotad wasn't going to be a good teammate, she'd surely fetch a little money. Or just rot in the PC -- he could do that too. Shitpuff paused a bit out of pity for the baby Seedot, but he went ahead for another Peck. Dwebble, however, was beginning to feel second thoughts about attacking the pitiful young thing; she hadn't even attacked them once. It wasn't right to attack.
"Conker. Do you have shit in your ears? Move." Evan growled viciously, annoyed that the snail wasn't moving at all. Conker cowered, but continued to silently rebel. "You piece of shit, you're gonna get it-" Evan continued, stalking over there and kicking Conker just as the Dwebble withdrew into his shell. A frightened squeal left him as he rolled across the dirt, getting a ton of grime in his shell and mouth. It damaged his shell a bit as well, decorating it with more bruises. The impact of his foot reminded him of cars, causing the snail to shake and shiver with utter fear as his eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets. <No! Not again! Not again!> He cried out with a pitiful sob, shrinking low to the ground. Evan had no pity for him.
::dwebble:: CONKER (M) 4 BUG / ROCK STURDY || SHELL ARMOR FURY CUTTER | SPIKES Fearful - Inexperienced - Childish Did nothing! Kicked
::swablu:: SHITPUFF (M) 6 NORMAL / FLYING NATURAL CURE PECK | GROWL | ASTONISH Conceited - Dilettante of singing - Confident Hit by nothing! Used Peck on Seedot!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Foster The People - Warrant TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| LOL AND WOOPS I USED ATTACKS AT THE SAME TIME -- I won't make the same mistake again :'x To compensate I'll make one pokemon not attack this turn. ALSO, YEAH. I GET SPRITES WRONG SOMETIMES GOSH. <333
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jan 6, 2012 0:36:21 GMT -5
::seedot:: Level 3|Female Chlorophyll | Early Bird Bide|Harden Crybaby - Immature - Clingy Hit by Peck! FAINTED ( +.5 to Conker, +.5 to Shitpuff) The tiny acorn was holding in all of this power. His body was trembling, and he was a bit excited because this time his bide attack was actually going to do something! He couldn't wait. He was ready to use it all up on that Swablu! And then said poke'mon ran into him with his beak and knocked him backwards, and into a stupor. He was spun around on his pointed bottom and then he slowed down, and landed face down on the ground. If he wasn't fainted he would be in tears, so disappointed that he wouldn't get to use his bide attack. T-T It was the first thing he'd do when he regained consciousness.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 7, 2012 17:19:58 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan turned his attention back from Conker to the fallen Seedot, wrinkling his nose in disgust of the pathetic creature. He passed a hand through his bangs, adjusting them slightly. "Guess I'll leave it to the birds." He said dismissively, calling back both Conker and Shitpuff. He gave one parting glance to the baby seedling before continuing down the path. And now, shit, it was starting to hail. What the hell was with the weather today?
Not only that, but the hail was hella gigantic. One of them hit his head and he could've sworn that he got a mini concussion from it. Shelter, shelter, where art thou? He covered his head with both arms as he ran into the trees, trying to see if there was a cave to hide inside. Ah, there was - one formed out of rocks. He scrambled into it, not giving a rattata's ass about if a pokemon was possibly in it.
Time: Noon Weather: Hail
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Foster the People - Helena Beat TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| <3
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 8, 2012 15:21:01 GMT -5
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Hail? Oh, oh dear. She didn’t like hail! Hail meant that she couldn’t finish building the secret tree fort she planned on surprising her friends with, which meant that it would be ruined before any of them could see it. Her tail was straight and erect as her paws gently let go of the long vines she used for rope to tie various sticks together, watching as the hail pelted it down. Twigs fell all over the place in a terrible mess as her newest fort was demolished by the cruel fist of Mother Nature. What a terrible mother, striking down all of her favorite things for no reason. <Well guys, I guess you can’t win them all.> She sighed with a dramatic drop to her head, until a hard bit of hail clonked her on the noggin. <Ow! I guess I shouldn’t be out here either! Come on!> She stared off into space, as if she was talking to someone important before getting hit again. Ow. Ow, ok! She was going, sheesh!
She scampered off across the foliage, a bit familiar with the area as she looked for common places of shelter. There was a bit of a rocky cave that she knew about, so she decided to try her luck there. Imagine her surprise when she took a few steps in, seeing a big ol’ human perched inside for shelter. She didn’t know what to make of it, since humans didn’t typically live in places like this. <Wow guys, are you as surprised as I am?> She asked as she turned her head around, imagining a group of people watching and listening to her every move. Apparently her imagination was making her believe this, as if she had a ton of imaginary friends that were willing to listen to her whenever she thought about them.
Only she couldn’t see them, but she knew they were there. Her eyes told her so, as if she could see the auras of their hearts and spirits. They had to be there, she was sure of it! <Let’s see if we can share.> She whispered, not realizing that she was friggin’ plain in sight as she tried to creep behind a rock, staring at Evan with her intense gaze. Could you sleep with those eyes staring at you? It would be hard to do much of anything, really. She kept watching him as if she had a problem with him being here.
::patrat:: Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Creeping on Evan with x8 zoom
Desc; Extremely cautious, they take shifts to maintain a constant watch of their nest. They feel insecure without a lookout.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 8, 2012 21:59:35 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan was nothing short of amused when a talkative Patrat barged into the cave he now claimed. He didn't understand pokespeech very well, but he knew enough of it, and paired with gestures he could pretty much understand that the rodent was talking to something else. Yet he couldn't see anyone, and no other pokemon was coming in, so either the Patrat was a loon or there was another pokemon out there that preferred to stay in the hail.
Evan wordlessly stared back at the Patrat, uncomfortable with the creepy thing staring at him. Well, not that he would've shared the cave if she came up to him and asked, either. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled at the creature, becoming aggravated. His pokemon, as far as he knew, were in pretty bad shape to battle, but he had potions and crap if he needed it. But he wanted to rest up and conserve his healing items when he could. Too bad this Patrat was sorta preventing that.
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Flyleaf - Breathe Today TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| XDD No man, I like this
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 9, 2012 1:20:06 GMT -5
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The Patrat was creeping, staring from behind the rocks as Evan acted as if he noticed her. Actually, he was giving her a pretty hard stare right back, which made her question whether she could be seen or not. Which was it? She tilted her head as she tried to figure this one out, before deciding that once more she could use some help from the audience. <What do you suggest I should do?> She whispered to her right, cupping her paws next to her mouth as if it was next to someone's ear. Then she paused and stared into space, blinking. Just, just blinking. No nodding in agreement, just simple staring that would make anyone uncomfortable.
<I agree.> The crowd hath spoken, and at Evan's annoyed voice she gave him a devious smile. She was cold anyways, and he looked awfully lonely and bitter all by himself. She creeped up to him with a giggle, tail swishing behind her playfully as Evan was probably growing suspicious. She was far from being secretive about her motives as she finally made her strike.
<SURPRISE HUG!> She made a lunge for his lap, attempting to curl up on top of him as if she was a house cat. If this was allowed, she would've just prevented him from moving much due to her weight, unless she was thrown off completely. It was forced love, and he better accept it darnit!
Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals "Surprise hug!"
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 9, 2012 19:22:44 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan continued to glare at the Patrat, annoyed at how it was still chattering off to something he couldn't see. And why was it staring at him? He wasn't doing anything; in fact, he was trying to be as motionless as possible. It frustrated him that his effort to remain hidden and passive had been breached by this intruder. She whispered to something, then just stared, making him wonder just what was going through her mind.
Suddenly she began creeping towards him, which caused him to visibly become uncomfortable. Already annoyed that he had to sit on a potentially dirty cave ground, he scowled and tried to scoot away from the creature as it approached. Then suddenly it pounced. Evan, mind you, was a very cleanly guy, preferring to avoid dirtiness whenever possible; this was why he wasn't often touchy feely except with hugs and gropage and whatnot. Wild pokemon? He didn't know if they had diseases or if they'd just rolled around in Spoink droppings, so he had reason to be repelled by the otherwise cute Patrat. Besides, this one was just plain creepy.
All this was why, when the creature leapt towards his lap, he let out a startled cry and slapped the creature away with his hand. "What the hell!?" He whined incredulously, realizing that it might've been attacking him. Now that was a no-go. "Pyre." He said habitually as he released the Houndour out into the open. The Houndour wasn't in very good shape, still badly wounded from previous battles, so Evan quickly fed her an Oran berry. <What now?> She sighed with a bitter growl. "Kill it. Kill it. Dark Pulse." He commanded, just wanting to see the creature defeated. A sickening grin adorned the Houndour's jaw before she emitted a horrible, dark aura towards the Patrat to alter her feelings into those of misery and pain.
::houndour:: PYRE (F) 2.5 DARK / FIRE EARLY BIRD || FLASH FIRE LEER | EMBER | DARK PULSE Cruel - Sassy - Tough - Cold - Jealous (probs changing soon btw) Sent out! Oran berry used before battle technicallyyyy I: Used Dark Pulse on Patrat!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Andrew Bird - Imitosis TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| :'DD
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 9, 2012 23:03:47 GMT -5
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Pounce. Hug. Soft, warm pants. Sudden slap, just cry. <Owww!> She howled in surprise as she was smacked away from the human's loving touch, which she expected would be nothing but comfort for her. Most human females were friendly with her, but she had little experience with the less friendly males. With fur bristling as she backed off, she didn't know what to think as he sent out a Houndour to kill her. Were they really going to go through with that death threat? Hard to say, but she hoped he only used it as a word for 'faint'.
The Dark Pulse that started to form at the front of the Houndour's mouth gave her an odd sense of nervousness. She was going to get hit, wasn't she? She wasn't exactly thinking, but she thought if she just ran up to the Houndour to give it a hug, it would stop hurting her. It was worth a try as she ran forward, right as the attack was aimed at her. The hit was a pretty good one, since the attack was strong. The Houndour's level was low, which evened it out a bit for her. Knocking backwards from the hit, feeling remorse and regrets after letting the darkness settle on her, she only wanted to make amends.
Just in the friggin' creepiest way possible. She loomed closer to the Houndour and attempted to wrap her arms affectionately around Pyre's legs. Then, when looking up with an ominous stare, she started to laugh. <You're a part of my audience, aren't you?> Her leer made her eyes glow, as if she was a jack-o-lantern. <Hehehe, I should add you to my collection.> She wanted this Houndour on her side, one of her imaginary friends that she could always consult. This was a strong ally to have too, which made her want Pyre to be her friend even more.
Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by human slap and Dark Pulse! Health is green!Leer on Houndour
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 10, 2012 0:36:57 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Truth be told, Evan wasn't really interested in wasting life. He didn't really mean it when he said to kill the thing, but it was the first thing that came out of his mouth and all. He was more the type to just beat something down until it submitted to him and knew who was the boss. But I digress.
Evan rubbed his hand against his pants after he slapped the Patrat away with it, visibly unsettled just from touching the creature. Gross, who knew what sort of things were on that thing? At least Pyre was handling it, but the Patrat was doing the weirdest things. Both Evan and Pyre were creeped out as the rodent tried to run up towards her, but fortunately the blast of the Dark Pulse sent her backwards -- for that moment, at least.
Before she knew it, though, the rodent was right under her nose, hugging her. Evan's habits of cleanliness somewhat rubbed off on her in the time she'd spent with him, so she was very uncomfortable with this touchy feely business. The stare, too, was creeping her out, generating a tingling sensation throughout her as if her defenses had just lowered. <As if I'd want to even associate with you!> She growled, unintentionally expelling an Ember in the same sentence. After she did, she shut her mouth and looked sort of guilty that she acted without Evan's command, but her trainer didn't seem fazed. "Nice one." He commented.
::houndour:: PYRE (F) 2.5 DARK / FIRE EARLY BIRD || FLASH FIRE LEER | EMBER | DARK PULSE Cruel - Sassy - Tough - Cold - Jealous (probs changing soon btw) Hit by Leer! Used Ember on Patrat!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Passion Pit - Swimming in the Flood TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| LMFAOOOOO.
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Post by Sheepy on Jan 10, 2012 11:50:04 GMT -5
::patrat:: Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by ember Used Tackle
The patrat was thinking incredibly hard on a method in which she could make the incredibly cute doggie join her team when she heard it say something directed at her. Looking up she saw the embers being fired, giving her no time in which to react; they singed at her fur causing some steam to come off, but ultimately only left some small balck marks. "Poor Doddie, hoes someone need a hug in order to cheer them up?" The patrat asked, before she began running at the fire type with her arms wide opened before she flung herself at the fire type. It would ultimately end up being more of cling-hug than a tackle, but if it landded the momentum would maybe bring some pain forward.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 10, 2012 19:48:37 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Pyre was glad when she saw that the Ember had gusted the Patrat away from her immediate vicinity; she took a disgusted step back as her eyes remained fearfully on the crazed rodent. At the question, she realized just what the rodent was going to do. <No. NO.> She snarled, leaping backwards. But this didn't stop the rodent's advance; she was inevitably trapped in the painful embrace, feeling significantly weaker than before. <Gross! Get off of me, you rat!> She roared again. "Dark Pulse." Evan commanded with his chin in his hand, looking sort of unsettled as he stared at the battle. Pyre heard the order and proceeded to fulfill it, letting out her hate and anger towards the impudent Patrat.
::houndour:: PYRE (F) 2.5 DARK / FIRE EARLY BIRD || FLASH FIRE LEER | EMBER | DARK PULSE Cruel - Sassy - Tough - Cold - Jealous (probs changing soon btw) ( DEF -1 ) Hit by Tackle! Used Dark Pulse!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| The Postal Service - Brand New Colony TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| <3
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 11, 2012 14:40:42 GMT -5
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<Viewers at home, what do you think I should do?> The Patrat cried as she was rejected again, this time by the means of a Dark Pulse that blasted her backwards. She shuddered, trying to be the strong woman and get over the pain she was feeling. Strong and mature, like a Viking that was ready to destroy some villages but decided not to rape the women and children. She nodded at her metaphor, caressing it in her head as she admired her own work. <I agree! We need to show this Houndour the meaning of friendship!> She waved at the imaginary crowd behind her, hearing their cheers as her heart fluttered with excitement.
She was starting to feel weak, but the Houndour's efforts weren't quite bringing her down yet. Not with the amount of motivation she had on her side, as all of her imaginary friends were calling out to her. Supporting her. <You'll be my friend, and you'll always be with me!> She squeaked, jumping up and down stubbornly.
She was going to have to use brute force, wasn't she? Brute force was bad, but she felt as if it was worth it this time. With a nervous look at the scary Houndour, she charged right after her with a Tackle attack. <Believe in me, guys!> She whimpered, as if she was scared to hurt the Pokemon she wanted to befriend.
Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by Dark Pulse! Health is green!Tackle on Houndour!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 14, 2012 11:44:41 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s <Who are you talking to?> Pyre growled with fear, creeped out by this odd Patrat that seemed to be whispering to nobody. Her ears tipped backwards as she growled in a non-attacking way. At the mention of showing her the meaning of friendship, she immediately felt like noping. She snarled at the rodent as she pressed that they were friends. <Never.> She replied with a menacing scowl at the rodent; meanwhile, Evan could only try to figure out what they were talking about. He never really paid attention in Pokespeak class.
Suddenly, the Patrat came at her for another Tackle, rousing Evan a bit. He knew the Houndour was sort of inexperienced, probably unable to take everything the rodent could dish out. "Dodge, quick." He commanded. Pyre heard the command but didn't move fast enough, yelping with pain as the Tackle knocked into her. She rolled back a few feet, stopping on her back and slowly losing consciousness. Shaking his head, Evan wordlessly called her back. She was a good, loyal pokemon, but she definitely needed training.
"Time to dance, Conker." He announced, flinging out another ball to reveal the timid Dwebble. Conker instantly shrank back into his shell, but managed to force himself back out from fear that Evan was going to kick him again if he did that. Was he sent out to be tortured, possibly? Last time he was sent out, he had to eat a soiled Oran berry. He shuddered at the thought. "Fury Cutter." Evan commanded coldly. Pyre might be inexperienced, but Conker's moves just sucked ass. They both needed training. The shelled insect timidly scurried towards the Patrat, attempting to slash at the rodent. His eyes practically spoke, Help me. Help me.
::houndour:: PYRE (F) 2.5 DARK / FIRE EARLY BIRD || FLASH FIRE LEER | EMBER | DARK PULSE Cruel - Sassy - Tough - Cold - Jealous (probs changing soon btw) ( DEF -1 ) Hit by Tackle! Fainted!
::dwebble:: CONKER (M) 4.5 BUG / ROCK STURDY || SHELL ARMOR FURY CUTTER | SPIKES Fearful - Inexperienced - Childish Sent out! Used Fury Cutter on Patrat!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| The Shins - Young Pilgrims TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| honk honk honk. any levels for poor houndour? ;w;
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jan 14, 2012 12:36:32 GMT -5
::patrat:: Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by Fury Cutter! Health is yellow! trying to kidnap Dweeble ( NO! mwahahahaha.... >->....<-<.... +1 to Houndour )
She could see the silent cry for help in Dweeble's eyes. She gasped a bit and allowed herself to be hit by the Fury Cutter attack. <The vicious trainer is forcing his poke'mon to act against their will!> She told her imaginary audience. Evan's body morphed into a dragon in her mind, she was the knight, and Conker was the... damsel in distress. She snorted loudly and tried to grab onto the Dweeble's tough stone shell. Rather than continue to attack she imagined herself dashing off with her princess and saving her from the dragon! Unfortunately it wasn't quiet as romantic as her mind was making it out to believe. The bug was heavier than he looked and she was trying desperately to drag him into a bush, grunting and groaning. <Where is my nobel steed?>
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 22, 2012 19:17:46 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Conker saw that his Fury Cutter hit and felt relief for the moment; if he'd missed, he would've probably been in trouble. The Patrat suddenly announced to... somewhere that he was being forced against his will, and the Dwebble's eyes widened. Would this be the hour that Evan realized his mistake and changed into a nice person? Would his happiness finally return to him? "What? Against his will? Who doesn't want to become stronger?" Evan replied with a scornful laugh. "He'll thank me later." He concluded. Then he looked back at them and realized... they were gone. Wait, what the hell? Looking outside, he realized that it was still hailing like hell.
There was nowhere they could've gone but deeper into the cave or outside. He opted for the latter, cursing as he gathered his stuff and pursued the Patrat and his Dwebble. "Hey, get back here, fucker!" He roared, covering his head with both heavy-sleeved arms to shield from the fat balls of hail. Luckily, he caught sight of them before they were inside the bush. <Wh-what're you doing!? We're gonna be in trouble!> The Dwebble cried out in a pitiful whine just as Evan's shadow loomed over him and he cowered. "Why didn't you fight back, dumbass?" He snapped at Conker, eyebrows furrowed. "Hurry up and attack!" The stern command roused the Dwebble, who attacked the Patrat for fear of punishment. He lashed out with his claws toward her, too bewildered and frightened to be grateful that he was almost saved from Evan's hold on him.
::dwebble:: CONKER (M) 4.5 BUG / ROCK STURDY || SHELL ARMOR FURY CUTTER | SPIKES Fearful - Inexperienced - Childish Hit by nothing! Used Fury Cutter (2) on Patrat!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| The Kooks - Ooh La TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| CONKER GOES HOOONK
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Post by tomackze on Jan 22, 2012 23:36:14 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]As the Patrat picked up Conker and tried to bring him to safety, he saw that the Dewebble wasn't resisting much at first. He was picked up easily, although he was a bit pudgier than the Patrat enjoyed, and he was pretty easy to take away from the evil trainer. But when the shadow of Evan loomed behind, it made Conker go mad and in return, it forced the Patrat to get a scratch to her left eye. This in turn caused her to drop the Dewebble for the time being, as she quickly peered over to her imaginary audience and began to narrate it again.
>Oh it seems to much much harder than originally expected. It seems this evil tyrant has a hold over the poor innocent pokemon. Not to fear, Patrat is here!< She said as she sent a leer and a tackle at the Dewebble in hopes of knocking it down a bit so that it would be less resistent against her attempts of saving him.
>I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm here to help you!< She voiced.
::Patrat:: Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by Fury Cutter (2)! Health is yellow! Leer and Tackle on Conker | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/178/1/9/Black_and_Grey_Pattern_by_kkll70.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white]TAGGED: ... WORDS: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 25, 2012 1:24:54 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Conker felt the Patrat's paws drop him back onto the ground, disturbing the fresh layer of snow as he scurried away from both his trainer and the furry creature. He wasn't sure which one to be more scared of, really. Evan groaned and swept a hand over his face, tired already of the rodent's jesting. He was catching little bits of her speech and could infer that she was talking to something that wasn't there. What else to do with a psychotic little runt than laugh at it and beat it up?
"Shut the fuck up." He growled at the Patrat before returning his attention to the cowering shelled creature that was creeping away from them. He only watched as the Leer and Tackle hit for relatively low damage. "Spikes and Fury Cutter." He commanded in a level, but smoldering voice. The snail pokemon cowered slightly before spouting some spikes towards the Patrat and rushing towards her with his claws ready to strike. He wanted to be rescued, but he was pretty sure there was a higher chance of survival if he obeyed Evan. Humans were scary.
::dwebble:: CONKER (M) 4.5 BUG / ROCK STURDY || SHELL ARMOR FURY CUTTER | SPIKES Fearful - Inexperienced - Childish ( DEF -1 ) Hit by Leer & Tackle (NVE)! Used Spikes & Fury Cutter on Patrat!
get o u t of my way TUNES|| None TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| V:
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Post by tomackze on Jan 25, 2012 1:36:28 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]Woah, damn! The harsh words came from the trainer and the Patrat herself was a bit scared afterward. And, as the play unfolded the lasting impact struck when Conker then struck her hard with a spikes and then another fury cutter. She was now in the red zone, and she wasn't a fan of the spikes that were laid on the ground near her. Normally she would not just give in this easily as she liked to reach her goals, but she felt that she had to make an exception this time around. >Your trainer is crazy. There is no helping you. Sorry!< She said as she used her natural ability and ran away from the battle, leaving Evan and Conker.
This in time gave the trainer time to heal his Pokémon before something else comes his way, so there was always a benefit to these crazy outcomes.
Level 5 - F Run Away - Keen Eye Tackle||Leer Talks to an imaginary audience - Imaginative - Enjoys reaching goals Hit by Fury Cutter (3)! Health is red! Ran away. +1 level for Pyre, +0.5 or Conker | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/178/1/9/Black_and_Grey_Pattern_by_kkll70.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white]TAGGED: ... WORDS: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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