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Post by arionne ♥ on May 7, 2012 16:41:38 GMT -5
::zubat:: P O K E M O N . E N C O U N T E R . . .
At the sight of the archen flying after him, the zubat screeched. No no no he didn't want to diiiiiiiiee! The poison type flapped his wings as fast as he could, trying to escape the monster chasing after him. The leer was quite useless as the zubat was not looking back at the beast, no matter what, but the wing attack was more htan successful, clipping the zubat in mid-air and making the bat pokemon stumble and crash. <Please please pleasepleasepleasepleasedon't kill me!> the pokemon begged.
All of his worse fears had come true. A monster had come after him. The zubat managed to right himself up again, wings aching from the fall but the adrenaline pumping through his system keeping him hypersensitive. Not sure what else to do, the pokemon used a supersonic on his attacker to keep them at bay.
::zubat:: MALE | LEVEL 8 [ inner focus ] inner focus - leech life - supersonic - thinks someone is coming for him - tries to persuade everyone he sees to help him - frantic - over exaggerates - paranoid
Leer was ineffective ! Hit by Wing Attack ! Supersonic ! Panicking !
HEALTH HIGH-YELLOW
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 9, 2012 20:46:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 550px; overflow: auto;]Finding herself bolting after the two flying types as they fled, her archen giving chase to the panicking zubat, Devilyn could only squeeze her eyes shut and sprint as fast as she could forward to keep up with the quick duo. "Kelok, don't!" Calling out towards the fossil pokemon she had newly required the female knew that their loyalty wasn't the greatest at all, so the bird ancestor probably had no respect for her as a trainer, the most she could do was hope that the zubat didn't faint from exhaustion too quickly without telling her what exactly was chasing it still. Yet, in a way she knew this was probably the best if she wanted to give the bat-creature some peace of mind, capture it after the battle and make it feel safe and at home with herself or a friend, since the wild wasn't really doing it any favors. "Kelok, he's down don't be a brute, leave him be for now," Devilyn could feel the fear flooding from the zubat's frame, along with the malice intent her archen was producing. This left her cletching onto her bag tightly protecting the other cool eggs in her pouch territorially. She was a hatcher after-all and she needed to make sure they'd be okay.
The bird elder could feel a light roar rumble up from his throat until he unleashed it wildly from his maw as his wing attack reigned successful, causing the zubat to plummet to the ground. "That's right, beg for mercy," |
[/i] Impishly hopping from the branch he was perched on to the ground where the bat laid, the archen glanced around swiftly before seeing a boulder along the ground. Quickly shifting over to wedge his claws underneath it along with his affinity for rock-type moves kicking in, Kelok lifted the stone high, glaring down at the zubat with ill-intent. "It's too bad you can't harden your skull like a steel-type, it'd be the only thing that would keep me from crushing you,"[/i] Hissing out as he slammed the rock downwards and at the bat, it was than the super-sonic struck his frame and earned a slight stumble in confusion. "Argh, unfair, cheap,"[/i] Complaining as his arms rose to his head a couple seconds passed before the archen shook out of the confusion for now, just in time to speed up to super-human speeds, his body doubling until a few archens appeared around the zubat and on the branches of tress as the bat took flight again. The double-team making the archen look like he was in different spots all at once when he was actually on the highest branch waiting for the zubat.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #000000] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]1/10 EGG[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px; height:130px] [/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [tr][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] Kelok | [atrb=width,80,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] NICKNAME, Lock. SPECIES, Archen. GENDER, Male. LEVEL, 008.5 TYPE, Flying/Rock. HEALTH, 100% (Eva +1)(Confused 1/4) STATUS, Confused: Below 50-hurt himself. Above 50-attacks. Randomized number - 63
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Post by Steve on May 10, 2012 6:52:40 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] The zubat wasn't too sure what to do in this situation and since he had been found out, there wasn't much room for him to actually try flying away. Even in his mind as he decided that he couldn't actually really do anything worthwhile to keep up with the normal attacks in general. Suddenly he was victimized by some rocks and suddenly he had no hopes of getting away as his wing was suddenly clipped by them. Spiraling down towards the ground, he attempted to start to waver his body lightly over to the side. Then attempting to send those life-stealing orbs towards the archen to gain some health. Not even trying to converse at the moment, but he was too frail to even try running away now. No, I swear I meant no harm in my problems! You don't have to do anything for me ever again, someone help! he screeched out, not caring who heard. Not even if it was a predator that perhaps wanted a snack to feast upon. That's when he was hoping to at least gain some health back from this leech life as he even bothered to try fighting back. The worst would be if the archen would try kicking the zubat while he was down. ::zubat:: MALE | LEVEL 8 [ inner focus ] inner focus - leech life - supersonic - thinks someone is coming for him - tries to persuade everyone he sees to help him - frantic - over exaggerates - paranoid Hit by rock throw!{SE!} Health is red! Used Leech life on archen!
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 10, 2012 20:52:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]The super-sonic sent wave-lengths towards the archen the attack striking the bird and jumbling his mind to the point of confusion, his body having not been effected by such a status ailment a few moments ago, but this time around he found his eyes betraying him as he began seeing light dots blotting his vision. "Where are you?" |
[/i] Kelok's head ducked down to pluck his own feathers from his frame, injuring himself in the process. "Ouch, where are you, you little devil?!"[/i] Feeling the leech-life seeds attack to his frame the archen flailed his wings in the air trying to snap out of his confusion to offensively attack the bat but with no avail. Glancing at her confused archen Devilyn felt a twinge of guilt cross over her body as she had nothing that could possibly help him. "Kelok, just wait it out," Saying before turning to her bag, the femme looked through her items to see if anything she possessed could be used to cure his state of bewilderness. Nothing came except for the rustling of her eggs as she patted their shells, a little bit more to go. "Kelok, you can get through this, just wait a little bit to regain your composure."[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #000000] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]2/10 EGG[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px; height:130px] [/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [tr][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] Kelok | [atrb=width,80,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] NICKNAME, Lock. SPECIES, Archen. GENDER, Male. LEVEL, 008.5 TYPE, Flying/Rock. HEALTH, 85% (Eva +1)(Confused 2/4) STATUS, Confused: Below 50-hurt himself. Above 50-attacks. Randomized number - 38
| [atrb=width,250,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] || Quickattack || Leer || Wingattack || Rockthrow || DoubleTeam || | [atrb=width,250,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] || HURT HIMSELF IN HIS CONFUSION HIT BY LEECHSEED|| |
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Post by Steve on May 11, 2012 12:43:48 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] The zubat took advantage of the archen's confusion and flew away as fast as he could, making sure that no trace of his body could be seen. Until he ran smack dead into a tree and hurt himself a little more while being slightly flustered. So he hadn't completely left the area, but he was only slightly dazed. Nothing too major and he kept spouting apologies as he kept trying to fly away. Obviously not interested in the battle anymore to keep pursuing the archen that could probably tear him limb from limb. Especially if his confusion wore off that turn, but he was still going to take his chances as he attempted another escape. ::zubat:: MALE | LEVEL 8 [ inner focus ] inner focus - leech life - supersonic - thinks someone is coming for him - tries to persuade everyone he sees to help him - frantic - over exaggerates - paranoid hit by --- Health is red! Fleeing.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 11, 2012 17:03:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Shaking out of his confusion with this round the archen could clarify his surroundings before spitting out his feathers he had before plucked out. "I can hear you coward!" |
[/i] The apologies that the zubat was spitting out rang through the clearing along with the loud bang that sounded when it collided with the tree. And just like that Kelok was off again his wings giving him a light glide with each stride as he raced forward like a dodrio, running with his feather-less legs pushing him forward. The zubat came into view recovering from the fall and attempted to flee it seemed, not on his watch! Rearing up on high he thrusted his body forward with immense speed, the quick attack shooting his frame to collide sharply with hopefully the zubat for a final kill if possible. "Kelok, use quick attack," Finding herself in tune with the battle now as the zubat tried to escape, Devi could find a reason to rightfully continue the attack on the bat creature, he'd be happier without the panic that the unknown forest had within it, the familiar friends he'd make in her team and surroundings would probably sooth him in the long run. So as her archen used the attack she commanded, she felt a tweak of pride in her fossil pokemon. "Come on eggies, don't get too cold," Glancing down to pat her eggs, she noticed how one felt cooler than the other.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #000000] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]3/10 EGG[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px; height:130px] [/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [tr][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] Kelok | [atrb=width,80,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] NICKNAME, Lock. SPECIES, Archen. GENDER, Male. LEVEL, 008.5 TYPE, Flying/Rock. HEALTH, 80% (Eva +1)(Confused 3/4) STATUS, Confused: Below 50-hurt himself. Above 50-attacks. Randomized number - 78
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Post by Steve on May 11, 2012 17:10:14 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] The zubat was definitely not in the mood for these games, but he had hoped he was clear to roam the skies again until he was struck in the back. It sounded like his spine had shattered when the archen had connected with it, but he was just brutally damaged. Nothing that couldnt' be fixed at a pokemon center. W-w-whyyy the zubat said as he suddenly spiraled down to the ground and smacked it pretty hard. That was all the zubat had to offer, but he had put up a good fight. That's what he got for trying to get help every time he had something pop up. So now, he was resting, and was able to be captured. The intent he had was pure, however, now there was no one to help him in return. The snake from earlier had left a trail in the grass to where she had been headed. Perhaps following that would lead the trainer to her, or a trainer even. ::zubat:: MALE | LEVEL 8 [ inner focus ] inner focus - leech life - supersonic - thinks someone is coming for him - tries to persuade everyone he sees to help him - frantic - over exaggerates - paranoid hit by quick attack fainted! +1 level to archen capture: y/n?
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 11, 2012 19:01:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]The archen stared down at his fallen opponent, fainted and useless, weak, how pathetic it was. Though as he felt the rush of power surge through his body at the experienced gained after the confrontation the bird merely yawned and glanced sideways at Devilyn, his clawed fingers pointing at his pokeball which was in her possession. "You were annoying me, as simple as that," |
[/i] Answering the zubat's question before getting sucked into the pokeball to rest himself. The ninetales pokemorph sighed in relief as the battle ended, her archen reigning victorious which proved his ability to stay on her main team. "Good job Kelok," Trailing off to let her eyes flicker to the bat on the ground, Devilyn shuffled the eggs to the side before walking over, kneeling down, and tapping the pokeball onto the pokemon's body, attempting to capture it and waiting to see if it'd be caught. Though her crimson eyes glanced to the side, where the bent grass showed signs of the snake pokemon that had been there long ago. Hm, snakes weren't her forte, they actually paralyzed the girl with their bone-less structure, so that wasn't a route she wanted to go on. Turning the opposite way, Devilyn attempted to make her way through the forest trying to find her way back to the familiar dirt-trail which led to the next city, not being very successful though.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #000000] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]4/10 EGG[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px; height:130px] [/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [tr][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] Kelok | [atrb=width,80,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] NICKNAME, Lock. SPECIES, Archen. GENDER, Male. LEVEL, 009.5 TYPE, Flying/Rock. HEALTH, 80%
| [atrb=width,250,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] || Quickattack || Leer || Wingattack || Rockthrow || DoubleTeam || | [atrb=width,250,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] || USED POKEBALL ON FAINTED ZUBAT|| |
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Post by Steve on May 11, 2012 21:47:12 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] "Ah, what a pleasant day to walk in the woods!" a trainer exclaimed not too far down the random dirt path he was following in an effort to actually locate some suitable form of life. Having recently written down a new poem to recite to anyone that happened to come near him, but he wasn't going to be nice about anything. Keeping his lunatone within his pokeball so she could hear him recite his poetry to her constantly. Suddenly he decided to release her from her prison, and that's when things got rather interesting as she perked up suddenly. WELL! I demand an audience, NOW! I'm the moon princess, and you should cater to my every need, she said to the archen nearby as she came within contact with the other trainer. Curious Hugh's eyes lit up at the female trainer as the zubat's pokeball clicked shut after zooming into it, and finally stayed still. The capture of the zubat was successful, but Curious Hugh was walking up to Devilyn to get a better glimpse at her. Just to see if he was really able to believe his eyes about such a beautiful lady. "Hark! I have a poem for you my dear lady, thou doth has beautiful eyes, the eyes reek of snot, and no there is no toe jam left in the pot!" he recited from his heart, and closed his eyes like he enjoyed it. Such horrible poetry, and he had to murder it in front of her, "Please listen to my five other poems I have written, I am sure you will find yourself smitten like a kitten," he added, grinning stupidly now. Radiance floated ever cloaser and was peering at the archen's eyes with her own. Fetch me a towel, the lunatone said to the archen. Curious Hugh Age 65. Male. Forces trainers to listen to his bad poetry. Believes he's a very talented writer. He's a wise man, but often gets carried away. May give out two random berries. Radiance Level 8 - Female Levitate Tackle||Harden||Confusion Holding: Moon Princess from Space - Eccentric - Egocentric ::zubat:: MALE | LEVEL 8 [ inner focus ] inner focus - leech life - supersonic - thinks someone is coming for him - tries to persuade everyone he sees to help him - frantic - over exaggerates - paranoid Caught! [/size][STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] notes: song: tagged: Modded
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 12, 2012 9:38:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]Ah, one, two, three, captured. The zubat was hers now and hopefully she'd be able to cater to his paranoia or at least find someone suitable to care for the bat creature. "There you go, you can rest now," Whispering gently as she placed the pokeball in her bag beside the patrat she had before acquired. Placing them beside the now warming egg she possessed. "Oh, hm?" Bolting to an up-right position and taking a few steps backwards to distance herself from the on-coming man and his lunatone, Devilyn felt her eyes widen in a doe-in-headlights stare, body becoming rigid as her satin-silver tail lashed in-front of her frame to act as a barrier of sorts.
Trembling once in sudden fear at the male, Devilyn felt her phobia of the other gender sinking in until she had to take another step back to keep herself at a reasonable distance, she couldn't flee, he might need something, why else would he come up? And that's when he did his poetry. "Oh erm, that was really nice, I appreciate it a lot," Finding it only polite to express some sort of thanks for the...original poem, Devilyn glanced sideways trying not to make too steady of eye contact. "Okay, i'll listen to the other five," Running her fingers through the fur of her tail, Devilyn waited patiently despite her anxiety.
The archen on the other-hand scoffed as the lunatone so wrongly commanded him to fetch her a cloth. "I'm sorry sugar, but there is no such thing in the forest, you have to make due with a leaf," |
[/i] Stating as he crossed his wings the fossil pokemon glared slightly at the hovering creature.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #000000] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]5/10 EGG[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px; height:130px] [/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [tr][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=height,45,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=2] Kelok | [atrb=width,80,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] NICKNAME, Lock. SPECIES, Archen. GENDER, Male. LEVEL, 009.5 TYPE, Flying/Rock. HEALTH, 80%
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 12, 2012 20:49:41 GMT -5
Curious Hugh Age 65. Male. Forces trainers to listen to his bad poetry. Believes he's a very talented writer. He's a wise man, but often gets carried away. May give out two random berries. T R A I N E R. E N C O U N T E R . . . The old man was much to caught up in his poetry to notice anything about the trainer before him. Besides, his eyesight was pretty terrible, and until he got close enough, Devilyn could be a giant beartic, for all he knew. But the very human words replied ensured Curious Hugh that he wasn't just talking to another tree. "Oh, I am so glad! This one is a personal favourite of mine, even though I do love every single one of my poems. Masterpieces, all of them," he said, taking yet more steps closer to the blond in the route.
Radiance was not amused. She wanted her moist towel, and she needed it now. The nevermeltice carefully balanced on her head like a crown, she floated up a bit in order to look down on the archen. <That is no concern of mine! I need a moist towel now.>
Curious Hugh cleared his throat before reciting his little poem.
Oh wicked spring Cruel mistress to the wind Why do you paint the world In your colours of iridescent specks?
Oh wicked spring Leave this land And never return Lest you want to face the wrath of the Moon.
Radiance Level 8 - Female Levitate Tackle||Harden||Confusion Holding: NEVERMELTICE Moon Princess from Space - Eccentric - Egocentric Action !
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Post by WOLFBANE. on May 13, 2012 18:57:53 GMT -5
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Kelok frowned, a gaze of annoyance thrown at the Lunatone. The fossil Pokémon had to ask himself if the floating Pokémon was a little stupid, or just completely ignorant to the fact that they were in a forest, both probably. The Lunatone passed over his head, and in sync with his trainer retreating from the old mans approach, the archen did the same, allowing himself to wander backwards so that the Lunatone was clear in his sights, just in case. "I think you need to face facts here hun, you aint gonna get your damp cloth in a forest, might do you some good to drop the idea whilst you're ahead." Kelok instructed the Lunatone. Despite not having the resources to cater for the pokemons request, he also found himself not caring much for its problems.
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Post by Sp❣rit on May 14, 2012 13:37:23 GMT -5
-----CURIOUS HUGH !
⋆ Age 65. Male. Forces trainers to listen to his bad poetry. Believes he's a very talented writer. He's a wise man, but often gets carried away. May give out two random berries.
Hugh stroked his elegant mustache at the girl's compliment, feeling invigorated with each flattering term. Oh yes, this girl was nice. He almost wanted to take advantage of her mouth to make it kiss his feet over and over. Not in that creepy fetish way, but to have someone to suck up to him no matter how bad his writing was. It helped that the girl was quite cute as well, charming him with those stunning eyes of hers. They reminded him of a mix of a doe's pretty eyes with the sparkle of a jewel. Now that was impressive! "You guessed correctly." He grinned at her, deciding to be nice and surprise her with an improvised poem.
"Can you guess what this one is about?" He wiggled his mustache as he asked, making it appear that his upper lip hair had a soul. The possessed mustache settled down when he began with his newest poem, eager to have his ego stroked some more. He was an old, confused man that only wanted a little bit of attention. Well, ok. Maybe he wanted A LOT of attention, and he wasn't getting any of it from his wife and Pokemon.
"To my darling with eyes of jewels, lacks the evil in a Sableye's grin. Listens to the words of an old elm tree, talented audience gives her attention to me."
[/CENTER] It was only one verse, but he felt happy with it after just coming up with it. Curious Hugh gave her an eager expression, practically pleading for her to compliment it. Radiance was the only one that visibly expressed her annoyance with the situation, not wanting to deal with this imperfection. <Then lend me some feathers! I shall make a moist towel out of them.> She glared at the Archen intensely, with her Nevermeltice glistening like a crown on top of her head. Well excuseeeeee me, princess. ::LUNATONE:: Radiance Level 8 - Female Levitate Tackle||Harden||Confusion Holding: Moon Princess from Space - Eccentric - Egocentric [/font][/blockquote] ⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: Faith Hill - This Kiss ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33 [/blockquote]
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