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Post by Genevieve on Oct 3, 2012 20:30:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=celspacing,0,true] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin: 40px 0px 0px 65px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #0D0D0D; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; text-align: right; border-right: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-right: 75px;padding-top: 20px;width: 325px;height: 40px;]Kayla's Journey! [STYLE=background-color: #e0e0e0; margin-left: 75px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #767676; text-align: justify; border-right: 1px solid #333333;border-left: 1px solid #333333;width:350px] So, this was Cheyenne, huh? Hmph, what was so special about this place? As the young newbie trainer stood on the fringes of the route, she really wasn't impressed by what she saw. Clear skies, fresh smog free air, and trees and tall grass everywhere. To most people, this would be a beautiful scene, but to Kayla? Well, it just reminded her of home -- a home she'd spent the last 2 years desperately trying to get away from.
Clang, clang. Clang, clang. Clang...
The sound of an old cowbell brought Kayla back to reality, her dark eyes flicking away from the scenery and to the miltank now walking up to her side. The large pink cow glanced back up at her, its large eyes seeming full of something, was it excitement? Kayla honestly wasn't sure, but she imagined she'd find out soon enough.
"Maaan, I really don't want to go out there. Say Milly, how about we just go get something to eat, maybe do some shopping, and just pretend we did this whole 'journey' thing?" Her only response was a snort, and a nice firm shove onto the route.
Stumbling, the girl mumbled a few choice words under her breath, before straightening up. Well, it looked like she didn't have much of a choice. It was either walk down this filthy path, or get trampled by a cow.
"Come on then Milly, let's get this show on the road."
With a delighted Moo of approval, the miltank set off down the path, bell clanging loudly as she went. With a final glance back at civilization, Kayle reluctantly followed, arms crossed and head down.
[/style][STYLE=border: 10px solid #0D0D0D; margin-top:-20px;background-image: url('http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff305/The_Panguin/something-70s-subtle.gif'); float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100%; -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%;margin-right: -25px;][/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin-left: 35px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left; border-left: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-left: 10px;padding-top:5px;width: 400px;height: 75px;] Milly (f) - [Scrappy | Thick Fat] - lvl 4 -- Tackle, Growl Hit by -> Used -> [/style] |
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Post by ichi on Oct 4, 2012 14:19:38 GMT -5
What Kayla was first greeted with was the small frame of a Paras that saw her and her Miltank and dashed up to them before sniffing around Kayla's leg. It then moved over to the Miltank and began to sniff it before it let out a..bark? An odd way to greet someone but then again this didn't seem like a ordinary Paras. Level: 4 Ability: Effect Spore/Dry Skin Gender: Male Attacks: Scratch Personality: Obedient, Unfocused, Thinks he's a dog.
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Post by Genevieve on Oct 4, 2012 17:05:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=celspacing,0,true] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin: 40px 0px 0px 65px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #0D0D0D; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; text-align: right; border-right: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-right: 75px;padding-top: 20px;width: 325px;height: 40px;]Kayla's Journey! [STYLE=background-color: #e0e0e0; margin-left: 75px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #767676; text-align: justify; border-right: 1px solid #333333;border-left: 1px solid #333333;width:350px] For a moment Kayla didn't even know what was happening. One minute they were walking down the route, with Milly happily bounding ahead, while Kayla trailed behind, focused on avoiding and mud, or other grossness on the path. The next instant some blur was running at her and now was awkwardly close to her.
"Ew! Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, EW!"
Leaping back, Kayla stared in horror at the weird little creature that had been sniffing her. It had weird mushrooms growing out of its back, looked like some mutated crab thing, and now was making weird noises.
"Stay back!" Kayla shouted, kicking out at the creature, but only half heartedly, as she was kind of afraid to touch it at all, even in self defense. Up ahead, Milly came to a stop and glanced back, looking somewhat amused at her trainers situation. The paras seemed harmless enough, so for now she'd just let her trainer squirm a little.
[/style][STYLE=border: 10px solid #0D0D0D; margin-top:-20px;background-image: url('http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff305/The_Panguin/something-70s-subtle.gif'); float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100%; -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%;margin-right: -25px;][/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin-left: 35px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left; border-left: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-left: 10px;padding-top:5px;width: 400px;height: 75px;] Milly (f) -- [Scrappy | Thick Fat] -- lvl4 --- Tackle, Growl Hit by -> Used -> [/style] |
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Post by CASTAWAY on Oct 6, 2012 10:58:35 GMT -5
[style=height: 165px;] [style=font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -15px; color: #5a4729; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; margin-right: 30px; text-align: right;] pokémon encounter [style=padding: 10px;]when the girl kicked at him, the paras scuttled away frantically. he wasn't stupid. he knew when he was being abused. so when he left yelping, the little dog-like bug turned around and gave the girl the puppy-dog eyes. < now that wasn't very nice. why'd you go and kick me? i didn't do anything to you! > he pouted. the miltank seemed friendlier, so the little orange bug scrambled to his feet and ran towards the cow. < please, make her see that i'm just a friendly little dog. i mean no harm! >::paras:: Level: 4 Ability: Effect Spore/Dry Skin Gender: Male Attacks: Scratch Personality: Obedient, Unfocused, Thinks he's a dog. [/style] [style=padding: 10px;]NOTES HERE. [/style] [/style][/style]
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Post by Genevieve on Oct 8, 2012 18:21:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=celspacing,0,true] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin: 40px 0px 0px 65px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #0D0D0D; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; text-align: right; border-right: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-right: 75px;padding-top: 20px;width: 325px;height: 40px;]Kayla's Journey! [STYLE=background-color: #e0e0e0; margin-left: 75px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #767676; text-align: justify; border-right: 1px solid #333333;border-left: 1px solid #333333;width:350px] ojglksdgmslgksg It was a bug...and it had talked!
The creep factor of a mouldy spidery crab bug thing was just too much for Kayla to bear. For a moment she considered taking her bag and trying to just smack it with that instead, but then the creature started moving again!
"Milly, milly no watch out!" Kayla cried out, though as worried as she was she didn't move an inch. As much as she loved her pokemon, there was no way in hell she was getting any closer to that thing.
Despite the trainers rather hysterical reaction, the Miltank simply stared at the bug, all the while chewing on some grass. The bug seemed kind of angry, but Milly's eyes were just focused on those mushrooms on its back. Would those taste good? Probably not, though wouldn't it be funny to trick Kayla into eating one and finding out?
"Milly, milly don't let it get so close to you! Squish it!Er-- Tackle! Something!"
Though she didn't approve of her trainers frantic screaming and awkwardness, at least she was being commanded to battle. Still chewing on her grass, the large pink cow shifted her gaze to the little bugs face.
<Moo Moo I squish you.> Milly simply said, before spinning around and dropping down, attempting to sit on the paras.
[/style][STYLE=border: 10px solid #0D0D0D; margin-top:-20px;background-image: url('http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff305/The_Panguin/something-70s-subtle.gif'); float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100%; -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%;margin-right: -25px;][/style][STYLE=background-color: #00688B; margin-left: 35px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left; border-left: 5px solid #0D0D0D;border-bottom: 2px solid #0D0D0D;border-top: 2px solid #0D0D0D; padding-left: 10px;padding-top:5px;width: 400px;height: 75px;] Milly (f) - [Scrappy | Thick Fat] - lvl 4 status Tackle, Growl Hit by -> Nuffin Used -> Tackle! [/style] |
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Post by tomackze on Oct 9, 2012 14:26:44 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]A kick wasn't very nice... A tackle, heck that just was outright mean and very cruel. The bug was almost squished from the attack by the heavy size of the Miltank and he suddenly began to howl and bark as if he was a dog in a bugs body. >OOF OOF OOF! Get off! Get off! OOF! OOF!< The Paras said again and again as he tried really hard to activate an intimidating ability he did not have. And next he even attempted to bite the Miltank, although that he couldn't even really use. So instead he was just useless, squished, and noisy. Great combo!
::Paras:: Level: 4 Ability: Effect Spore/Dry Skin Gender: Male Attacks: Scratch Personality: Obedient, Unfocused, Thinks he's a dog. Hit by Tackle. Health is mid greenBarking and "biting" | [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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