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Post by Italian Panda on Jul 18, 2012 16:23:45 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan only stepped back, preparing to step away at any moment. HE had hoped that Tony's looks would get to the registeel, but sadly it didn't happen as Tony was struck by the powerful foot that came down upon him. The fighting type was immediately crushed under the weight and power of the registeel, but he nevertheless stood back up, even if he was weak from the attack. <G-goddammit, Tristan, why did you have to piss off the legendary Pokémon.> He said, panting as he weakly stood back up. Tristan looked between the registeel and his pokemon, confused as to what to do. On one hand, he could stay to prove that he was a good person, someone who could prove that worthiness is not something that can easily be judged. On the other hand, he could lose a horrible battle with the one registeel. He groaned.
"there. I'm straight up returning my Pokémon. I'm sorry if I disturbed your temple." With that, he slowly backed away, his hands raised up in defense as eh called Tony with him. It was probably the best idea at this point, or he would have gotten his butt kicked. He didn't have an idea of what he was backing off to, but it was probably for the best to be out of sight. Something inside of him did not sit right, though, as he was taking a few steps back. He gritted his teeth as he backed away, Tony staying out to back off as well. |
::machoke:: Name: Tony "Tones" Pokemon: Machoke Gender: male Level: 29.5 Nature: TBD Met at: Shop @ level 7 Item: [image] (Leftovers) Ability: No Guard/Guts Attacks: Focus Energy, Low Kick, Leer, Bullet Punch, Karate Chop, Revenge, Foresight, Bulk Up ::highyellow:: hit by stomp atk +1 def +1 backed offboth are backing off
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 22, 2012 20:28:53 GMT -5
-------- WILD REGISTEEL & LIEPARD !
The moment the threatening Machoke was out of her sight, the Registeel seemed to calm down. She let out a deep sigh as the trembling rocks around her feet settled down. One by one, the red flashing lights on her face turned themselves off. She was reverting back to protection mode, keeping guard over the shrine. The sight of Tristan still had her on edge, but she could see that he had a new found respect for her power. As long as she was guarding the temple, Tristan wasn't about to cause a ruckus. That was her understanding at least, and she trusted him not to do anything rash while she was around.
<My my. How'd you manage to piss her off?> A smooth voice hovered over Tristan's head, and a dark purple vine attempted to tease him by gently brushing the back of his neck. Right above the dark haired teen's head lurked a predator of the night, snickering in amusement at the show below. Resting in a nearby tree branch was an amused Liepard that planned on sleeping the day away, only to be woken up by the rampaging Registeel below. It wasn't every day when the shrine maiden was brought to such a rage, so he was genuinely frightened when the noises woke him up. Not that anyone could see him being a scardy cat in the trees, since the Registeel had been the main attraction. <Backing down is a wise choice. I was ready to drag you guys away if you kept going.> He added, licking his paw and grooming some of the fur around his nose. Mother always said to wash off potential blood, and he stuck to the routine as if it was a holy ritual.
Tristan did look as if he could help him out with a certain problem of his, though he was very hesitant to ask a complete stranger. Hoping that the human would donate some of his precious time, he innocently asked a few questions. <So, what's your name? Do you think you could spare the time for a Liepard like me?> He batted his eyelashes, hoping to get the help he needed without too much trouble.
Level 35 - Female Clear Body Ancientpower||Superpower||Curse Metal Claw||Stomp||Explosion Shrine maiden of the legendary Rayquaza. Very calm and still, she hardly reacts to words or actions. Mess with her shrine or idol, and she becomes a destructive force of nature. Considered to be a guardian of the forest. Health is LOW GREEN::liepard:: LIEPARD (32|M) Limber - Unburden Assurance||Hone Claws||Fake Out||Torment Pursuit||Fury Swipes||Sand Attack||Assist This young rogue has many battle scars from his inexperience. He's friendly if he needs help, but turns cold and distant otherwise.
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: <33 ⋆ STAFF NOTES: +1 level Sandslash and Machoke, assuming the battle is over <3
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Post by Italian Panda on Jul 24, 2012 22:20:25 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]After watching the registeel back off, Tristan sighed in relief that he was out of the danger zone. At the same time, he was kind of angry at himself for not being able to prove his worth to the temple. He felt saddened by his inability, or his loss of a chance, to prove that he could be worthy. Something deep in the recesses of his mind shouted "good job" in a sarcastic, yet familiar, tone of voice. It was as if someone in his life seemed to be looking down upon him, as if he were disappointed in Tristan. Tristan only sighed, groaning in frustration as he looked away. He knew what he had to do and he believed that he could have done better. He gritted his teeth, feeling anger throughout his body as he tensed up in frustration.
<Its alright. Calm down.> Tony said to his trainer, looking at him. <You seriously do not have to keep feeling bad about it. The fact that you had a chance to face a legendary was good. To lose against it would have been normal. You are fine.> Tristan looked up at Tony, who was giving a thumbs up. He was curious as to whether he could read minds or not. Nevertheless, he smirked and returned Tony to his pokeball. He felt less tense about what had happened and just let it go. He looked around before looking at a Liepard facing at him. It was a strange Liepard, as if it were looking down upon him. He knew that he hated cats, but something about this Liepard made him feel a bit at unease.
"WEll.....ya, I punched the legendary....thought it was a statue." He said, still feeling uneasy about the liepard. Part of him wanted to say no to the pokemon, but he figured why not. Nothing else was keeping him here. "I guess I can help. What do you want?" He said, his voice blunt like a club. |
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Post by tomackze on Jul 26, 2012 23:25:28 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]The Liepard continued to lick himself which caused a bit of irritation as his open wounds did not really like the feeling of something wet around it. He took it though and continued to clean himself off as his ears began to perk up when Tristan was about to answer his question with a favorable response. His ears began to sway from side to side out of delight before he finally jumped a bit, pounced near the trainer and opened his mouth once more with a big smile and definite exuberance to his step.
>Oh goodie! Great! You will help! This is awesome!< He said as he turned his back to the trainer and started to walk off. A response was all he needed, the trainer didn't need to know the details yet, he could figure that out later. A promise was a promise so he could not back out now. And as the Liepard walked off a bit, he turned and slowly looked at Tristan with confusion.
>you gonna follow? What I need help with isn't here.< He said.
::Liepard:: LIEPARD (32|M) Limber - Unburden Assurance||Hone Claws||Fake Out||Torment Pursuit||Fury Swipes||Sand Attack||Assist This young rogue has many battle scars from his inexperience. He's friendly if he needs help, but turns cold and distant otherwise. My help ain't here | [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 Italian Panda on Jul 28, 2012 20:37:47 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan only looked at the Liepard before looking back at Tony. Tony shrugged his shoulders, thinking that they don't have much else to lose from following the Liepard. Beats facing the registeel right now, after all. Tristan only nodded before following behind the Liepard closely. He didn't like how the Liepard was treating him. Through his eyes, the Liepard seemed super arrogant, as if he were just taking advantage of him. He really disliked that kind of pride from that, but at this point he didn't do much to point it out. This all stemmed from his natural dislike of cats, but hey. Nothing to point out. "So what is it that you need help on?"
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Post by tomackze on Jul 29, 2012 0:57:53 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 Liepard turned around he was surprised and greeted at the sight of the trainer following him with the Machoke at his side and he could not be happier. The extra muscle would definitely come in handy for what they needed. Heck, the more the merrier as he continued on ahead, this time at full speed as he tried to make up his lost time and get to the spot as fast as possible. He did not even care if Tristan could not keep up, or rather he made no notice of it. He assumed that the trainer would be behind him as he hurried to the spot and eventually stopped when he had been running for approximately half an hour.
At the spot, if Tristan ever caught up were five large rocks surrounded by much smaller ones. The air was a mess with debris everywhere and the ground was no better as the rocks covered whatever was at sight. The Liepard turned around and waited for Tristan here. This was what he needed help with. Something in this specific site.
::Liepard:: LIEPARD (32|M) Limber - Unburden Assurance||Hone Claws||Fake Out||Torment Pursuit||Fury Swipes||Sand Attack||Assist This young rogue has many battle scars from his inexperience. He's friendly if he needs help, but turns cold and distant otherwise. Needs help here! In this messed up site with many rocks | [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 Italian Panda on Aug 1, 2012 16:20:56 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan continued to follow the Liepard, still questioning himself why he was following the cat in the first place. For all he knew, this cat could just leave him in the wild to fend for himself and the rest of his pokemon team. He gritted his teeth at the idea, as if he could stand another bad moment. He looked up to the clear skies, watching as the clouds peacefully drifted by him before looking back at the Liepard ahead of him. And speaking of bad moments, when he turned forward, he noticed the Liepard quickly running away. "....God.....fucking.....dammit." He said aloud, each word enunciated in his frustration. This day just got a whole lot worse for him, now that he lost the only guide he had through this forest. The fact that the Liepard was too fast meant he couldn't really catch up to it.
"Well fine then. If you really want my help, I guess I'll be on my own!" He shouted, completely destroying any fact that he was once polite to the Liepard. As he was about to walk in a different direction, Tony quickly stopped him with a push against his chest. "TOny, what the hell. I really don't want to deal with this." He said, really hoping to just get out of here, surprised that Tony would do something like this. <You promised to help that Liepard and, knowing your training and time at the dojo, you were taught to not back away.> Tony and Tristan glared at each other. "Hey, the Liepard just left us here. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not go chasing a person that would leave the people that is to help him behind." <That being said, The Liepard is not a person>
As soon as he ended the sentence, Tony quickly grabbed Tristan and put him on his back. <Hold on then, young man!> And he suddenly jumped up into the sky, reaching heights over tree tops and distances that beats any form of walking. Tristan was hanging on for dear life. "WHAT THE FUCK MAAAAN" He shouted as he hung onto his fighting type for dear life. For what felt like forever, Tristan made it to t he sight, right in front of the rocks. Tristan slid off and just stood there, trying to compose himself back together. His legs shook and he just didn't want to move, but nevertheless, he managed to bring himself together for the time being. "Th-thanks.....Tony......n-now....go help the Liepard." He said, Tony approaching the rocks. <This shall be easy.> And with that, Tony used a combination of bullet punches of karate chops, attempting to break each rock apart. |
Tristan: Shocked, traumatized, and is unmoving as he tries to keep himself together. ::machoke:: Bullet punches and karate chops galore
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Post by tomackze on Aug 3, 2012 17:07:47 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]It took a bit of time but eventually the rocks were all broken and a treasure chest suddenly appeared from the ground which the Liepard was in search of this entire time. As he finally made enough contact to get a hold of it, he scratched at it constantly until it finally broke open. From it revealed three golden and silver balls. They were one of the rarest and most useful in all of Cheyenne and also one of the most beautiful. As the Liepard looked at all three, he was very impressed and very delighted to see the shine reflect back to him. And within seconds he picked two up with his paw and allowed the third for Tristan.
>Thank you for your help. Here is an ultra ball for you!< He said as he got ready to leave after that... Tristan could be a jerk and stop him to get all three of the balls now... If he chose to do so. Or he could just be satisfied with his one.
::Liepard:: LIEPARD (32|M) Limber - Unburden Assurance||Hone Claws||Fake Out||Torment Pursuit||Fury Swipes||Sand Attack||Assist This young rogue has many battle scars from his inexperience. He's friendly if he needs help, but turns cold and distant otherwise. Needs help here! In this messed up site with many rocks x3 --> One is for you | [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 Italian Panda on Aug 6, 2012 16:27:26 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]As soon as Tristan's body stopped shaking from the flight, he looked around, seeing if any part of his body was dysfunctional. Thankfully, nothing really bad happened so he was fine for now. "Tony. Never do that again." He said outloud, finger pointed at his fighting type pokemon. Tony only gave a thumbs up, his eye sparkling in confidence. Tristan only sighed as he returned Tony to his pokeball. When he looked back at the Liepard, he noticed the treasure chest. Tristan was curious as to what was inside, looking over the cat's shoulder to see several pokeballs. When one was given to him, he looked back at the Liepard. He was a little confused, since he has always connected cats to selfishness and pride. He supposed that there weren't always pokemon like that. He smiled and took the ultra ball. "Thank you." He said, placing the ball in his pack and walking off. He managed to find a pokemon center to use and healed up his pokemon. After a few events, he released Tony again, this time releasing in the form of a machamp. "How does it feel to be evolved?" Tony only flexed his 4 forearms, body sparkling under the light.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2012 21:43:44 GMT -5
-------- WILD SWALOT!
Ah, the Pokemon Center. It was a very relaxing place that welcomed just about any shape and size. The Swalot always felt welcome whenever she wandered inside the main lobby to catch up on her favorite soaps, and even though she didn't understand what was going on, it thrilled her to see actors getting it on. There was something about the chemistry that appealed to her, and she found her heart longing for the same kind of relationship that the actors had on screen. She knew that finding an attractive vampire boyfriend was unlikely, and having a boyband boyfriend with the best voice was near impossible, but a girl could dream.
She wiped away a tear as she finished her final soap opera for the day, trailing behind Tristan as he left the Pokemon Center. She wasn't paying too much attention to him as she started to wander off, but the sound of a Pokeball opening caught her attention. It was like a hushed fire cracker that startled her out of her mind, forcing her to turn around and see the mighty Machamp in its place. Now that was a hunk right there, looking as if he belonged on the beach with a harem of male models. <He's gorgeous.> She commented with wide eyes, never seeing a Pokemon so fascinating before. How could she get his attention though? She wanted to know more about this hunk!
Perhaps she could ask for his autograph? Yes, that was her best idea yet! It was a great conversation starter too, and she couldn't wait to tell all of her girlfriends about it after she got his digits. With a nervous stutter, she slithered towards them with a shy look down. Woops, almost stared at his crotch there for a second. It was so hard not to look over there when she was about as tall as his hips. <Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice! You look just like one of the stars in my favorite soaps. Could I get your autograph?> She giggled as she turned around, attempting to pose sensually as she held out her arm. <Sign my arm, if you can.> She hoped this would work! Man of her dreams, here she comes!
SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails. It swallows anything whole. It sweats toxic fluids from its follicles to douse foes.
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: Doobie Brothers - Listen to the Music ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 15, 2012 19:34:32 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]After a few moments of healing, Tristan watched Tony flex his muscles, his body glistening in the sunlight. Tony was still admiring his new body, getting used to every new muscle, every new arm, every new bump. <Hohohoho! This new body of mine is astounding. Its amazing to be like this!> Tony shouted, smiling at his trainer. Tristan only smiled, patting his pokemon on the back. "Glad you like it. Now lets go!" Tristan said, grabbing for Tony's pokeball. Before he could leave, however, he saw the swalot admiring Tony's new body as well. "Uh......well." He said, looking at Tony. Honestly, Tristan was confused as to what to do now. Was he supposed to turn the pokemon away?
"Uh.....hey, Tony....you wanna turn your fan away?" Tristan said. However, Tony was busy flexing his muscles for the swalot. <Why I'd be happy to give you an autograph. Now where do I sign?> Tristan only groaned, facepalming himself and stepping back. |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 20, 2012 17:03:34 GMT -5
-------- WILD SWALOT!
The Swalot was nearly heartbroken at Tristan's command, fearing that the Machamp would be taken away before she could get what she wanted. She naturally didn't just want an autograph, but it was her opening line to being noticed by this hunk! She was tempted to drool over him to show her affection, but that didn't go over very well last time she tried it on a hot Breloom. Somehow her hopes and dreams were coming true as the Machamp continued to flex his muscles, providing the Swalot with quite the show. <You're so tough! I bet you could smash a Golem in half.> She giggled, continuing to swoon over the attractive Machamp.
At his offer, she quickly held out her right arm for the Machamp to sign. She didn't have any pens on hand, but she assumed that Tristan had something they could use. Humans had all kinds of fun and silly knick knacks, so she assumed that Tristan was no different. <Right here! Please please!> Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she continued to eye the Machamp, simply glad to be in his presence. Her crush on the hunk was quickly growing, and she could only hope that he'd continue to stay next to her.
SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails.
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: Elite Beat Agents OST - "Rock This Town" by Mark Latham ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 21, 2012 22:08:42 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan scratched the back of his head, wondering what to do next? Tony kept flexing his muscles and this Swalot would not leave the two alone. To think he would get stuck in one place not because of a cave in or a dire emergency, but from a fangirl asking for an autograph. <Say, Tristan. Would you happen to have a pen?> Tony said, asking nicely. Tristan began to rummage through his pockets, seeing if he actually carried one. Why would someone carry a pen, he had no real clue really. Other than his usual phone, pokedex, wallet, and keys, he couldn't find one.
"Oh.....uh, I really don't have a pen. What do we do next?" He asked his pokemon. Tony thought for a moment, his fingers fumbling. <Well I'm sorry ma'am...but I am unable to sign your arm.....well, perhaps another time then, as my trainer would make it difficult for me to stay.> Tony nodded at Tristan, who nodded back and they both attempted to leave the swalot there, hoping they could get some distance away from her. |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 23, 2012 20:26:56 GMT -5
-------- WILD SWALOT & TYNAMO !
Blast it all to the sky and back! Luck was not with the Swalot today, because Tristan was stupid enough to forget his pen. The Swalot stared in horror as both trainer and Pokemon attempted to leave her behind, giving each other a signal in the form of a nod as they walked down the path leading into the jungle. She couldn't leave them behind! Oh no, she wanted to continue creeping them through all kinds of things. <I can't let it end like this!> She slowly hid into the bushes, making sure she hid behind all kinds of different objects to keep herself from being spotted. She didn't have much of a purpose at this point, but she was always watching. Waiting. Now if only they wandered to the nearest hot spring, then she could see everything she desired.
<Excuse me, but have you seen...?> A sweet natured Tynamo attempted to get Tristan's attention, swimming through the air as if it was as slick as water. It had some powerful chick magnetism to pull this off, even though it didn't seem like the kind of Pokemon to bring in all of the booty. Its voice was soft and sweet, and the tiny Tynamo didn't look as if it could hurt anything. Everything changed when the Tynamo started to sparkle like a fire cracker, shooting up into the air like a rocket. <MEEEEEEEE?> He joyously sang as he wiggled around Tony, absolutely making himself comfortable as he tried to sit on the Machamp's right shoulder.
<Ohhh it's a wonderful day to meet a wonderful guy! Look at me now, I'm so pretty you could just cry?> This moment was becoming nothing but show tunes as the birds started to appear from the tree branches, twittering and tweeting with delight. They were the Tynamo's orchestra, and he made things fun and exciting for everyone! Even the Swalot was moved, humming the tune quietly from the shadows as she watched.
SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails.Stalking from afar::TYNAMO:: TYNAMI (34|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam Likes being the center of attention; very needy; cries at the sight of violence
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: <33 ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 25, 2012 13:38:22 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan would have helped with the autographing no problem had he had his pen. However, since he got kicked out of his own home, he didn't really get a chance to pack anything, save his wallet, phone, and other essentials to go from one place to another. Come to think of it, he didn't really get a chance to pack food from home, so it was a wonder that he managed to get from home to Electric City, not to mention route 3 and tropypara right now. Tristan looked up at the sky, watching the clouds go by as he and Tony wandered off, not really paying attention to the swalot that was stalking them.
Speaking of home, Tristan thought about what had happened the first day on his journey: how he got kicked out by his own father. He questioned a lot of things, such as why did he kick him out? Tristan figured that he was kind of making progress, thus allowing him to succeed on the journey thus far. He was doing well in his own way of becoming a breeder, so why get kicked out? Even if he stopped going to the pokemon club at his school, he thought he was good. He thought he contributed to the household by being there, just no one called on him. His eyes dropped, going into deep thought before he was suddenly interrupted by a random tynamo. The tynamo was swimming around Tony rather quickly, giving Tristan a bit of a headache trying to follow. "Uh....." He tried to say before the tynamo perched himself on Tony's shoulder.....whichever one on his right side. <Why hello there! What brings you here, hmmm? Yes, you are quite pretty. EVERYONE should feel pretty and strong!> Tony said outloud, his eyes sparkling in the sun. Tristan approached the tynamo. "Uh hi....what brings you here?" |
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Post by tomackze on Aug 26, 2012 23:13:46 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]The Swalot continued to look from a distance, stalking in her surrounding as she hoped she could somehow see as much of her desire as she possibly could. She longed so much for Mr. Right that she just had to go for it when she had the chance. She had so many Mr. Wrong's at the time that she just hoped this time would be the right one. But she was unimportant now, the center of attention came from the Tynami... Just like the way he liked it.
As the trainer approached and complimented him, the Tynami quickly slapped himself with what invisible arms he had. >Oh please. That is too much. You are lying aren't you. I'm just a nobody. A nobody.< He said although it wasn't really true. He knew he was a big deal. Heck he liked to be a big deal. And one way of doing so was to play it off like he wasn't, so people would toot his horn even more.
SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails. Stalking from afar ::Tynamo:: TYNAMI (34|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam Likes being the center of attention; very needy; cries at the sight of violence | [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 Italian Panda on Aug 27, 2012 22:00:22 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]These interruptions from other Pokémon were really annoying Tristan. He groaned to himself, squeezing his forehead with his two fingers. Maybe he should return Tony to his pokeball, instead of letting him wander around. He looked back at Tony, seeing his Pokémon talk with the tynamo. "Dammit, can we at least keep moving?" He said, walking forward towards that direction. Tony just followed, bringing the tynamo along. <A nobody, you say? You don't seem like a nobody to me.> Tony said with reassurance.
As Tony followed Tristan, the trainer only sighed, wondering how many more Pokémon would come after him. "A nobody? Ya, you got that right." Tristan said out loud at the tynamo. He didn't really have a filter, as he'd rather insult then keep quiet. "Hey, maybe I should return you to your pokeball already, Tony." Tony looked at his trainer, pouting a bit. <Well come on. I like the walk.> |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 28, 2012 20:07:53 GMT -5
-------- WILD SWALOT & TYNAMO !
Now the Tynamo didn't appreciate the way Tristan was snapping at him. To him, that was basically saying that he had better things to do than talk with the greatest Tynamo around! That was a big no-no in front of the big guy in town, and he had ways of making people take a sudden interest in him. <Now, why are you in such a rush? Do you have friends here?> The Tynamo stared up at Tristan curiously, before twisting those very words to benefit him. <Not that I have many...I wish I knew what it was like, to have a friend.> He sighed dramatically, waiting for the words that were meant to cheer him up. Tony thankfully responded, reassuring him that he had some self-worth. He let out a thankful smile to the Machamp, mostly relieved that someone around here cared about him.
His face turned sour as Tristan continued making smart remarks about him, sounding nothing like a bruised and irritated grouch. <Threatening your own Pokemon? What injustice is this? Hey, hey. Tony. You know you can't be forced to stay in a Pokeball. That's why wild Pokemon can break out of them, after all.> The Tynamo heard some things about the fascinating technology from his nerdier allies, and he was more than ready to pass it along to the Machamp in case things got dirty. In fact, he could've used a little drama right now. It would've made his day! <I'd say you're going on a date, but you look like a regurgitated Caterpie.> The Tynamo made a face as he continued to follow Tristan and Tony, deciding that he was going to keep them company for a while.
The Swalot saw this mistreatment and narrowed her eyes, feeling as if Tristan was being a harsh dictator. He better not be treating her Mr.Right like something that could be shoved in a ball! She silently followed behind them, occasionally making the grass rustle as she ducked her head under the nearest bush.
SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails.Stalking from afarTYNAMI (34|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam Likes being the center of attention; very needy; cries at the sight of violence
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: Diana Ross and the Supremes: Stop! In the Name of Love ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by Italian Panda on Aug 29, 2012 22:09:54 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan grabbed for his pokeball before noticing that the tynamo was over his case. What was up with this pokemon coming at him? He only held up his arms, trying to play defensively here. HE was really getting annoyed at how the tynamo was acting, not showing any appreciation for the dramatic types. "Goddammit, if you understand how a pokemon-trainer relationship worked. And they-" <Now, now. No need to argue. Let this tynamo have his fun. AFter all.>
Tony began to pose, flexing his muscles for the tynamo. <It is only right to keep this pokemon company upon its request!> He sparkled a bit as he spoke, his voice full and rich. Tristan only groaned, shrugging his shoulders as he wandered. "Whatever, lets go already." HE said, getting tired of all of these distractions. He really wished that he would move on with no distraction. Sadly, that request seemed far away from his reach. |
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Post by tomackze on Aug 30, 2012 9:49:14 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]The language that came out of the mouth of Tristan was very unappreciated by the Tynamo and also the Swalot. More seriously the Swalot as she did not like the way he was treating her love and decided that it was time for her to take action and make him regret doing everything he was doing to the machamp. She quickly jumped out of the bush, scaring the Tynamo as he had no idea what was going on (but enjoyed the attention) and rushed forth to drop his entire body on Tristan so the Machamp could finally be free.
>MY LOVE! I'LL SAVE YOU FROM THIS TYRANT! I'LL SAVE YOU! I'LL SAVE YOU!< She said as she tried to get every part of her body over her target. The Tynamo did not like where this was going... It was being too kinky for him so he decided to run away now. Or at least get a move on it.
::Swalot:: SWALOT (33|F) [Liquid Ooze | Sticky Hold] Toxic||Body Slam||Encore||Amnesia Sludge||Pound||Yawn||Poison Gas Dreams of meeting her Mr.Right. Has an addiction to drama and romance. Struggles to look cool but fails. Tries to slam against Tristan::Tynamo:: TYNAMI (34|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam Likes being the center of attention; very needy; cries at the sight of violence Decides to run away | [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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