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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 1, 2012 12:56:57 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,400]Route 1 Start![/shadow] ______________________________________________________ Snow crunched under Logan's boots as he trudged along through the winter landscape, the air was quite crisp and cool, the sun barely visible through the cloud cover. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, and watched his breath materialize before his face, watching it in curiosity before snapping back to reality. The route was quite wide, and extended out as far as he could see, a few trees dotted the landscape, but for the most part it was what would most likely be grasslands were it not for the layer of glistening snow covering everything into the horizon. He reached his hand to his belt and made sure the pokeball was still there that contained his first Pokémon. His expression remained neutral, but he was elated on the inside, it was rare that he felt this good so he enjoyed it as much as he could in his own mind while he walked along the road hoping he would see another Pokémon in his path.
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Post by tomackze on Jan 1, 2012 13:49:30 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]>Dad look! I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm flying!< A baby Vullaby said before it soon went crashing down to the route and fell inches away from Logan who had just made his way onto the route. The father panicked at first but eventually flew away as he knew the dangers of the route and the trainers that did nothing but imprison pokemon. Sure, it was kind of harsh just leaving his son like this but he had faith that the Vullaby could take care of himself. Or rather, he just felt that if it was him or his baby... Well, the baby gotsta go!
The Vullaby crashed hard near Logan and quickly started to cry at the top of his lungs. >I'm hurt! I'm hurt! Please help me! Daddy where are you! Please help!< He cried and cried. What was Logan going to do now?
::Vullaby:: Level 2 | Male Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Fell near you. Crying. Has a jerk father lol | [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: Hey word of advice. You should have Mod/Open. So that we know to mod it. CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel of OTE |
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 1, 2012 22:41:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] The cries of the pokemon pierced the ambiance around Logan causing him to stop dead, and search out the noise. What he found was an abandoned Vullaby that could have been freshly hatched for all he knew. It cried and cried, and appeared to be in pretty bad shape. He knew it wouldn't last long injured and alone in the cold like this, and with the cloud cover it looked as though it might snow again soon, he decided he could not leave the poor bird to die. He approached it, he tried to make himself look less menacing, but it was incredibly difficult for him with his face locked into a blank expression. " Pain?" he stated or asked, it was unclear, and knelt before the bird Pokémon and rummaged through his shoulder bag. From it he pulled out an Oran Berry and offered it to the injured Pokémon. " This will make it better" he explained still holding the berry out to the Pokémon. Logan offers the injured vullaby an [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 2, 2012 13:50:12 GMT -5
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The Vullaby sniffled as she roughly wiped away her tears with a wing, feeling completely crushed on the inside. She was often treated as a son would have been, even though her species was all female. Her father had been especially hard on her, and she was left to fend for herself in a place she didn't understand. She hardly knew how to feed herself; she was bound to die out here unless someone took her in.
A menacing expression approached her as she looked up pitifully at the boy that tried to help her. It made her cringe, that lack of emotion that was in his eyes. She looked into them, as if trying to figure out what he was doing by asking that question. She was scared. So scared.
As Logan rummaged through his bag, she sat there like a dumb doll and sniffled to herself, wondering what he was doing. He revealed to her something that she recognized; an Oran berry. She wasn't really hungry, but she was in pain. She didn't make the connection that the berry would make her better, and she shook her head, refusing it. She was cold though, as she brushed some of the snow off of her with a wince as she moved her wing.
::VULLABY:: Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Rejects berry
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #85d185; border: 1px dashed #007a00; color: 000000] MUSIC: ... NOTES: sorry toma, all vullaby are female. :'D This works out though. CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel at OTE |
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 2, 2012 15:46:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙Notes: Logan used a on the Vullaby. ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] " No?" he said disappointed, and put the berry back in his bag. He considered just capturing the poor bird and taking it to a Pokémon center, but that seemed a bit cold. His thought process caused him a long time to physically respond, but eventually he blinked and rummaged in his bag some more and pulled out a potion. He used it on the birds wing, without asking for its input, placed the empty bottle elsewhere to be disposed of later. When he turned back to the vullaby he noticed that it was shivering slightly in the snow, so he pulled one of his spare coats out of his pack and wrapped it around the pokemon, hoping to keep it warm. He hoped that his expression wasn't scaring the poor bird too bad, as action was the only way he could express the concern he felt. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 2, 2012 20:34:13 GMT -5
::minccino:: VULLABY & MINCCINO APPEARED !The feathered banshee and the fluffy hero Vullaby didn't respond, folding her wings cautiously about her to vainly attempt to keep warm. She was in pain, both physical and emotional; where was her dad when she needed him? Sure, he always told her that she was ready to take care of herself, and she believed him; yet, she still harbored a fear of the world and felt like she needed someone to lean on. Her dad had abandoned her, and in doing so, she was all alone.
Suddenly, the human took out an odd looking object and sprayed her wing with it, causing her to jump backwards in surprise. She let out a cry of fear at this, and even though the pain was steadily leaving her, it tingled and felt absolutely unnatural. Then the human had the gall to try to capture her with his coat! <No! Daddy!! Help me!> The bird cried out with agonized fear, not yet realizing that the human was just trying to help her.
Suddenly, out of the bushes, a valiant looking Minccino appeared and put his hands on his hips. A Chesto Berry caused one of his cheeks to stick out as he spoke. <Milady, I'll save you!> He cried before dashing towards the trainer, attempting to Pound him on the cheek.
Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Healed fully! Whining!
::minccino:: MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Appeared! Used Pound on Logan!
TUNES|| Corruptions in the call, derp TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <3
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 3, 2012 10:37:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙ Notes : Logan spaces out, Sheldon uses Mudslap on the Minccino and Harden ; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] The vullaby struggled with Logan as the tried to keep it warm, normally he was quite good with pokemon, but this one wanted too refuse any and all help. Had he not been a patient and kind person he would have just left it here to die but such was not his way. He stopped fighting it and rose when the Minccino appeared and tried to attack him. It hit him hard sending him sprawling in the snow causing a pokeball to fall of his belt and release his shellos. ____________________________________________________ Name: SheldonSpecies: ShellosGender: MaleLevel : 5 Met: Ranger Tent at Lv. 5 Sticky Hold|Storm Drain Mud Slap|Mud Sport|Harden|Memento Personality: Sheldon is the responsible type, he tries to keep others in line, and does what is needed of him, but he is also extreamly competitive which oftentimes will usurp his responsible nature Quirk: Holds Grudges ___________________________________________________ He laid on his back spread eagle, his eyes still locked in a forward stare as he now looked at the sky, he thought it was quite pleasing even if it was still a bit cloudy, he wondered if it would snow again. This distracted him a moment before he remembered that the Minccino was probably gonna attack him again, and that he should probably release a Pokémon. He reached for the pokeball containing his shellos on his belt, and found it missing. He raised his head, and saw it already ready to go. " convenient...Sheldon Mudslap" The shellos wondered why it took his trainer so long to respond, and realized that the minccino attacked him, this upset sheldon a little bit, but when he got his orders it attacked with a mudslap full force, and of its own accord it used harden to protect itself from oncoming attacks. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 3, 2012 15:03:27 GMT -5
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The Vullaby was feeling confused as the cold wind blew by her, glancing back at the item that was used to keep her warm then back at the trainer. The Minccino was kind enough to have helped her, but this human person made her boo-boos go away. She didn't understand, but she was an irrational child that wanted her daddy. It was enough to keep her tears swelling up as she whimpered in a boyish voice. No wonder she was often treated as a son.
As soon as the Shellos was released, the Minccino realized that he got himself in trouble. He glanced at the chick then back at the slug, wondering how to handle this. <Vullaby, you should stay warm with that coat.> His voice was reassuring, and the Vullaby obediently went under it and shivered, feeling a little warmer already. It was better than being outside in the wind, though she wasn't sure what to make of Logan just yet.
It was then that the Minccino was slapped with mud, much to his horror! <My fur!> He whined, knowing it would take at least 30 minutes to clean this off of him. <I'm a pure-bred! How dare you!> He howled at the Shellos, choosing to go in head first and Pound it without asking any questions. His accuracy was down, but with his Technician ability, his moves could only be boosted.
::vullaby:: Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. "Warm coat..."
::minccino:: MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Hit by Mud Slap! Health is green! Pound on Shellos!
(Accuracy -1)
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #85d185; border: 1px dashed #007a00; color: 000000] MUSIC: ... NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel at OTE |
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 3, 2012 22:55:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] " repeat" Logan told his shellos, before becoming a little distracted, and shuffling through his bag to find one of his Pokémon eggs to check on them. They seemed to be fine, he knew from school they reacted better to being around pokemon, it was good that he had a couple. The shellos took the hit, but thanks to its harden it took less damage than it would have normally done. It recovered from the attack, and launched its own another mudslap at the minccino, and while the opposing Pokémon dealt with his attack he used harden again to increase his defense even more. " Shouldn't have attacked my trainer if you didn't want your coat to get all dirty" it mocked the minccino, preparing for another assault. After checking on his eggs Logan returned his unblinking gaze on the mincinno that his Sheldon was battling. He debated capturing it when it got low, and decided it was probably a good course of action. His thought drifted too the baby Vullaby, and checked on it as well, it had snuggled down into his coat finally realizing that it was warm this satisfied Logan and got ready to give the next command to Sheldon. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
Random Pokemon egg 1/10*fixed, my bad i forgot*
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 4, 2012 15:04:24 GMT -5
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The Minccino was really having a hard time now when he saw that the Shellos was getting ready to use more mud against him as a weapon. He shrieked when his poor, clean fur was now soiled because the Shellos wanted to play dirty. This time it got in his eyes, giving him a crazy hard time to see what he was doing. With a yelp, he furiously started to clean himself in the middle of the battle.
<Get it off!> He was frantic, twirling around in the snow to act as water, since it was bound to melt anyways. He was frantic when it came to rubbing the glob of mud off of his fur, but it was only smeared. He hated this, he absolutely hated it! <No no no! This can't be happening!> He was ready to freak out if he couldn't be clean, ignoring the Shellos's comment since it seemed smart assish anyways.
The Vullaby was safely tucked under Logan's jacket as she hid her head underneath it. It was better when the human wasn't trying to trap her, and she actually understood what the Minccino was saying. She hid under the jacket like a good little girl, only sniffling from fear as she waited the battle out.
::vullaby:: Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. "Warm coat..."
::minccino:: MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Hit by Mud Slap! Health is green! Cleaning Self
(Accuracy -2)
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #85d185; border: 1px dashed #007a00; color: 000000] MUSIC: Into the Groove - Madonna NOTES: If you are hatching eggs: You can only hatch one at a time, and you have to mark in your post "Egg Post 1/10" so we can check. CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel at OTE |
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 5, 2012 4:33:32 GMT -5
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Post by Kathryn on Jan 5, 2012 12:49:33 GMT -5
Well now the Minccino's fur was laden with grit and dust and mud, making him very upset and cross at the same time. The Normal type fought to suppress tears as yet another Mud Slap crashed into him, causing his eyes to be hit by the sweep as well.
“Ah!” He tried, feeling pain from the attack as well. As he blinked open his now stinging, bloodshot eyes, his vision was spotted with dirt and blurred. He took a moment to rub at his eyes, mewling a small gathering of wordless sounds.
It sucked how such a simple misunderstanding could cause a lot of ruckus and trouble, huh? The Vullaby managed to nestle herself in the coat and her eyes seemed to close somewhat, though she was shivering. Despite the medicine it seemed as though she was going into shock from the fall, and she was trembling uncontrollably, chirping to herself quietly. She didn't even notice the Minccino growl and try to slap the Shellos with his tail...
::Vullaby:: Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Going into shock. MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Hit by Mud Slap! Critical Hit! Health is yellow! Used Growl and Pound!
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 6, 2012 13:21:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] Sheldon was slightly intimidated by the growl, but saw the clumsily executed pound a mile off and side stepped it and prepared a counter attack, while at the same time taunting the Minccino some more, " Maybe some water would help, or maybe a dry cleaner. Look at the brightside noone will want to murder you for your fur now." Logan rocked the egg back and forth not noticing the bird Pokémon go into shock and potentially dying, being as it was wrapped up in a coat, and quite hidden from sight, not to mentioned that he had just tried to heal it with a potion, so it should have been fine, he once again ordered his Pokémon to use mudslap and harden. Shellos counter attacked with another mudslap, but it simply didn't have enough time to harden as it was still in motion from dodging the pound, which threw it off balance some after it launched mud at the opposing Pokemon's face, hopefully it was making some headway. Shellos dodges pound, uses mudslap Random Egg Incubated 3/10[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jan 6, 2012 16:54:00 GMT -5
Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Unintentionally pecked Logan
MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Hit by Mud Slap! Health is Yellow Used Pound Still relatively safe and warm inside of Logan's coat, the Vullaby was beginning to shake a little violently. Her vision was going black and she was actually on the verge of passing out. She made a sudden 'squawk' noise and unknowingly thrust her beak towards the warm body beside her, Logan.
The grey furred poke'mon was obviously offended at the trainer's comment. Who would dare to kill him for his fur? Pft. Try something bigger. Like an Arcanine. That would make a nice jacket. And the mud. More mud. He was entirely unsurprised that this ugly little booger threw more mud at him. And it made him furious. Yelling with rage he ran at Sheldon and lifted up a paw to pound him across the face. "I'd make you clean my coat after this but I don't want your slimy self touching me.
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 7, 2012 9:38:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] Sheldon was the one taunting the mincinno, and Logan is not close enough to be pecked by the vullaby, hes standing off a few feet tending to his Pokémon eggs. its also in shock not sure if it even could peck.
" "Slimy? Take a look in the mirror, I think you're dripping" the shellos mocked even more after taking the blow which staggered it, but didn't hurt it much due to its hardened skin. It then stuck its tounge out. " What was that a love tap?" Logan ordered the same attack again, he was watching now, the battle seemed in his favor, he was still saddened that he was unable to spice up his attacks, attacking the same way as he had been would be suicide in a trainer battle, and although he wasn't watching it he was still rocking the egg back and forth. Shellos nodded and hardened itself once more before spitting up another huge glob of mud towards the mess of fur and mud before him. He wondered how it was still able to see him, but it didn't matter it would be blinder than a zubat soon enough. Shellos used Harden, Mudslap Shellos Health Green Egg Incubated 4/10[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Sheepy on Jan 7, 2012 18:15:54 GMT -5
::vullaby:: Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Flapping its wings::minccino:: MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Hit by Mud Slap! Health is Yellow Used growl & Pound
The vullaby tilted its head slightly when she saw her peck attack completely miss the trainer, and she felt some tears prick her eyes slightly; she was a lucky girl to not of hurt him, especially after she somehow healed him. She looked at her wings, before flapping them experimentally. The minccino gave a growl as he saw the mud slap hit him once again in the body, runing his once perfect coat; the shellos was going to pay now, and it would pay badly as well. Taking in a deep breath, he charged at the water type, swinging its fist at it trying to pound it to smithereens.
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 10, 2012 3:54:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] Logan looked the minccino over a bit before he decided that it might be weak enough for capture at this point, he put the egg back down into is shoulder bag, and pulled two pokeballs from it, He tossed it at the mud covered mincinno as it charged forward to attack his shellos, after that he walked over to where the vullaby was and explained." I'm gonna capture you so I can take you to the Pokémon center so you can get better, it doesn't look like you can fly yet, and you;ll just end up prey if some bigger Pokémon comes along." Upon saying this he used the pokeball on the Vullaby Sheldon side stepped the pound, and waited on guard to see if the mincinno was successfully captured. He was a bit disappointed that his trainer cut the battle a little short, but he supposed it was for the best for the injured Pokémon that Logan originally was attempting to attend too. Logan throws a pokeball at Mincinno Uses pokeball on Vullaby Shellos dodges pound Egg Incubated 5/10[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 10, 2012 17:09:38 GMT -5
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The Vullaby was freaking out due to her situation, but she found that the trainer's voice was somehow soothing. Even if his face scared her, his voice somehow seemed promise that things would be better. She couldn't make sense of it, but all she could do was trust it. With a shiver from the cold, the Pokeball tapped her on the beak as it opened up and accepted her inside. She was too weak to put up much of a struggle, and soon she was inside safe and snug.
The Minccino was getting weak enough already, completely furious that his fur was getting sticky and dirty. He wanted to just clean it all up, mad that this Shellos kept ruining his efforts. After getting hit with that attack so many times, his accuracy was in the dumps. The Pokeball came as a surprise, clonking him on the head as he was captured as well.
At least there was a Pokemon Center nearby to tend to the trainer's needs. The trip wouldn't give Logan any interruptions unless he chose to slack off on the way there, so best to heal up while you still have the time. The Vullaby and Minccino were far from being capable enough from defending Logan from wild Pokemon, so go forth young trainer!
Level 2 | Female Attacks: Gust, Leer Personality: Still a baby, clumsy, gets himself into trouble easily, very dependent. Very masculine. Captured!MALE lv 4 NORMAL Cute Charm || Technician Pound | Growl Frets over details - Cleanly - Dramatic - Tends to interrupt others Captured! +1 level Shellos!
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 17, 2012 10:37:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] Logan returned his shellos, made sure his eggs were stored safely in his pack, and made a quick trip back to the pokecenter, it didn't take him long to heal up his shellos and the two Pokémon he had just caught, he made sure the mincinno was also cleaned up, and left the two in his pc for when he had more time for them. It wasn't long before he got his journey back underway. When he returned to the route he noticed it had begun snowing, he pulled his coat and scarf a little tighter, and pulled a winter cap from his bag, and donned it on his head. He was used to this sort of weather so it didn't bother him as he retraced his steps along the route eventually coming to the place where he had caught the Vullaby and Mincinno, he trudged on leaving a trail of boot prints along the carpet of white powder. As the sun began to set he considered making camp soon, but he decided he would travel a bit more in the dusk before setting up for the night, he decided upon a destination he could see, which was a large tree off in the distance which would provide decent enough shelter and hurried off towards it. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by CASTAWAY on Jan 17, 2012 11:01:50 GMT -5
pokemon encounter ! the sunkern had seen him before hand. been following him, even. wondering how it was that he'd been strong enough to KO all those pokemon. he was astonished. impressed. jealous slightly. he wanted to do that! he wanted to be an all powerful pokemon. the best sunkern the world has ever seen! the sunkern was quiet though. was wondering whether or not he should peek out of his hiding place and ask him for help. but he was so nervous! how could he ask such a strong person as this trainer? he blushed furiously. but decided he might as well try. though it was a failed attempt. when he bounced over the bush he tripped.
falling right at logans feet. the sunkern let out a whine of embarrassment, standing up straight and looking up at him. < i uh.. i. wanted to.. ask you. > he started. but was to mesmerized with the trainers beauty and masculine-ness that he couldn't finish what he was saying properly.
Level 8 | Male Chlorophyll, Solar Power Absorb, Growth, Mega Drain Reserved, curious, childish, big dreamer, wants to be the best. watching logan[/blockquote][/blockquote] TUNES|| TAGS|| modded! TALK|| your welcome<3 ---------------------[/size]
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