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Post by burst on Jul 2, 2012 16:54:17 GMT -5
When Blithe got to the trainer lounge the first thing she did was go to the front desk where a sour looking elderly man loomed over it. Trying to avoid eye contact she grabbed the clipboard and filled out the next available line on the sheet. When she looked up the man spoke to her in a gruff voice. "Room eight's open. And get that cigarette out of your mouth kid. Smokin' kills ya, ya know." Blithe glared at the man a moment before taking the cigarette out of her mouth, dropping it on the ground and grinding it between her shoe and the floor. Without saying a word she turned and walked to the hallway containing the training rooms. " And no funny business, ya hear!" The old man called from behind her. Kids these days... he thought. When Blithe got to the room marked eight she turned the sign on the door to awaiting opponent and went to sit on the little loveseat jammed into the corner of the room. She sat down on it and began rummaging through her bag. When Blithe found her Pokeball she released Butter from it. The Mareep looked frantically around the room, very confused about where she was. "Butter. Butter, relax." Blithe said soothingly. She reached down from her spot on the couch and scooped the Pokémon into her lap. Instantly the sheep nestled it's face into the space between her arm and stomach a lied down. "You're going to be in a battle," Blithe explained. "So you can get big and strong, just like we planned. Alright?" The little Mareep looked up from her spot in Blithe's arm and stared at her with wide eyes. Clearly, her trainer had lost it the little sheep decided. There was no way she was going to battle, she couldn't battle. But it was too late, because just then the door creaked open. Is afraid. Word count: 331
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jul 2, 2012 16:59:33 GMT -5
::miltank:: GENDER: female LEVEL: 3 ABILITY: thick fat & scrappy ATTACKS: tackle / seismic toss / sleep talk / growl RECEIVED: hatched from an egg at Level 1 PERSONALITY: leaks milk sometimes. sloppy in battle, but tries pathetically hard anyways. Raff entered the room, followed by a large, but young, pink cow walking on all four limbs. Her teats dragged along the ground and left a path of milk as she entered the room. Raff held the door open for Olive the Miltank and the cow mooed loudly, walking into her spot in the arena. She lifted herself onto her two hind limbs and stood upright with a lot of effort. Raff shut the door behind him and walked into position in the arena, his hands on his hips. "Hey, I'm Raff. This is Olive." And Old McDonald must be around somewhere... because they had a regular old farm yard going here, between Olive the Miltank and the Mareep. Olive mooed loudly again, milk dripping down into a puddle on the ground. "You can go first." Raff offered to his opponent.
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Post by burst on Jul 2, 2012 17:50:06 GMT -5
Blithe shot up as the trainer entered the room and set her Pokémon on the ground next to her. Chillin' on the couch before a battle was probably not the best first impression to make. Butter was quick to seek refuge behind Blithe's legs. The trainer who entered was followed by a large not very agile looking Miltank. It was quite a sight, honestly. With sagging utters leaving a trail of milk behind it. At least it can find it's way home if it get's lost in the woods Blithe cruelly thought. The man walked to one end of the small arena painted on the floor and introduced himself as Raff and the cow as Olive. Blithe did the same, walking to the other end of the arena. Her Pokémon trailed reluctantly behind her stopping just short of the red lines on the ground. " My name is Blithe, and this," she said nudging the Mareep past the red lines onto the battling area, " Is Butter". The little sheep had closed her eyes and was shaking with fear, it was taking every ounce of her bravery to not cry. She knew that would make Blithe unhappy. Blithe said thank you to Raff's offer to let her go first. " And sorry in advance for any meltdowns- we're new at this" Blithe gave a forced smile. Please keep it together Butter Blithe thought. " Ok!" Blithe said with cheerfulness she hoped would rub off onto her Mareep, " Use tackle!" Tackle? Butter thought. But that Pokémon was so big. "Tackle Butter, you can do it." Blithe coaxed. this already wasn't looking good. But miracles do happed, and after a little more hesitation the sheep charged at the cow. ::Mareep:: Name: Butter Gender: Female Level: 4 Attacks: Tackle Ability: Static Personality: Shy, frail, easily frightened.
Used tackle!
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jul 2, 2012 21:40:43 GMT -5
GENDER: female LEVEL: 3 ABILITY: thick fat & scrappy ATTACKS: tackle / seismic toss / sleep talk / growl RECEIVED: hatched from an egg at Level 1 PERSONALITY: leaks milk sometimes. sloppy in battle, but tries pathetically hard anyways. hit with tackle used growl & tackle
Raff felt endeared to the little Mareep who was obviously fearful of the battle field. He coughed and Olive glanced back at him. Raff coughed loudly again and shook his head towards the Mareep. He's scared, go easy. Olive nodded and Raff hoped to Arceus that she understood his request. She balanced her huge weight on her two hind legs, bracing herself as Mareep tackled her flubbery belly. It jiggled around and she nearly lost her balance.
In return a cutesy growl emitted from her square muzzle, a sound like a purring cat and a moo mixing together. She thundered down onto all four legs and ran towards the Mareep, lowering her head to tackle Butters.
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Post by burst on Jul 2, 2012 23:00:30 GMT -5
After tackling the Miltank, Butter was very surprised to discover that she was in fact still alive, not even damaged! "Good job Butter!" Blithe cheered from the side. No crying, no running away, these were all very good signs. But the battle was far from over. There was still ample time for things to go wrong Olive then growled at Butter, or at least it was what Blithe thought was a growl. Whatever the sound, it was not one you would expect to come from the hefty pink Pokemon. The attack did it's job though making Butter's fear reach an even higher level. She did not want to battle anymore. While Butter was shaking and sniffling the Miltank charged at Butter. "Dodge it Butter! Quick!" Blithe shouted. It was no use though, her Pokemon had other plans. She laid curled up on the ground with her hooves covering her eyes. As if not being able to see the opponent would make her go away. The Mareep discovered the magnitude of her tactic's ineffectiveness when she went sailing several feet across the arena. After the blow, slowly and with a great deal of coaxing from her trainer she ran at the Miltank again with another tackle. ::mareep:: Name: Butter Gender: Female Level: 4 Attacks: Tackle Ability: Static Personality: Shy, frail, easily frightened.
Attack lowered Hit by tackle Used tackle!
health is mid green
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jul 3, 2012 10:32:48 GMT -5
GENDER: female LEVEL: 3 ABILITY: thick fat & scrappy ATTACKS: tackle / seismic toss / sleep talk / growl RECEIVED: hatched from an egg at Level 1 PERSONALITY: leaks milk sometimes. sloppy in battle, but tries pathetically hard anyways. hit with tackle used seismic toss
Butters again bounced into her thick fat, milk spraying everywhere from her saggy teats. <Oh how embarassing!> She mooed loudly and quickly wrapped her arms around her midsection, trying to cover up the milk dripping from her teats. It was still getting everywhere on the floor though. Raff sighed. "You're going to need a bath... use Seismic Toss." Raff knelt down and wiped some splashed milk from his black pants. Olive ran foreword again, this time on only her two hind legs. She reached out- trying to grab the fluffy sheep and throw him into the air. If that went as planned, she would complete the attack by trying to crush him with her body when he landed back on the ground.
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Post by burst on Jul 3, 2012 11:55:04 GMT -5
Butter still managed to be astonished when she realized she was yet again still breathing after attacking. Although this time she covered with milk from the cow's utters. In fact, the stuff was all over the floor and other Pokemon as well. Butter took a moment to shake herself dry. Causing the milk on her to fly in every direction. Really? Blithe thought, You're too afraid to dodge but you can dry yourself off just fine. She shook her head lightly and couldn't help laugh a little as a few drops of milk landed on her shirt. Raff gave a command that caused Olive to run at Butter again. The sheep stood still, petrified as her opponent ran towards her. Only at the very last moment did she gather the sense to run away from the attack. As she turned around and began to run she was grabbed by two short arms. Butter hadn't run soon enough. The Miltank threw Butter into the air. "EEEEEEEP!" The Mareep was screaming. She was not a flying Pokemon, she thought. She should not be in the air. It only got worse when she landed back on the ground though. The Miltank proceeded to land with her entire weight on Butter, finishing up the attack. When Butter was freed she stood up, shakily and sniffled a few times. Oh we're on the verge of a meltdown, Blithe thought, hopefully wrong. "C'mon Bud. Tackle again. It was easy remember?" A few more sniffles and she was off, headed in the direction of her opponent. Name: Butter Gender: Female Level: 4 Attacks: Tackle Ability: Static Personality: Shy, frail, easily frightened. Hit by seismic toss Used tackle! health is mid yellowWord count: 267 .
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jul 3, 2012 14:22:24 GMT -5
GENDER: female LEVEL: 3 ABILITY: thick fat & scrappy ATTACKS: tackle / seismic toss / sleep talk / growl RECEIVED: hatched from an egg at Level 1 PERSONALITY: leaks milk sometimes. sloppy in battle, but tries pathetically hard anyways. hit with tackle (CH) used growl & tackle
Raff looked please with the work his Miltank had accomplished. "Alright, keep it up Olive, try and see if you can dodge anything." He suggested. Olive was eager to obey and she sprang into action. Unfortunately rather than dodge the tackle attack all she managed to do was slip on her puddle of milk on the ground and crash land on the ground. She was completely unprepared when the tackle attack hit her in the side and it hurt extra bad this time. She mooed loudly, and rubbed her big pink side. Carefully Olive rolled back to her feet, still cutely growl-mooing while she ran after the Mareep, still having trouble getting traction on the milk, to use a tackle attack as well.
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Post by burst on Jul 5, 2012 14:09:31 GMT -5
Butter was beginning to notice a pattern forming throughout this battle Attack the opponent, live, attack the opponent, live. Although this was encouraging it by no means eliminated her fear. She was after all still getting hurt, and sticky. As the battle continued the Miltank seemed to be lactating more and more. The Miltank let out another peculiar growl. Butter leaped up as if the chubby pink cow had roared or hissed at her. She lit out a small "EEP" and started to scamper away from her opponent. She did not want to stick around for what was going to happen next. Olive attempted to follow Butter but she was stuck in a puddle of milk. Slipping and sliding in the liquid terrain, by the time she got her bearings Butter was safely on the other side of the red rectangle. "Okay Butter, here's our chance. Tackle while she's stuck!" In a moment of spontaneous bravery the Mareep began running as fast as she could towards her opponent. I can do this. I can do this she thought with every step she took. Getting faster and faster as she built up momentum. Until she was just a few feet away from the other Pokemon. No I can't. No I can't. Butter tried to stop herself but instead continued through the puddle totally out of control. " Oh dear." Blithe said quietly drawing up a hand to shield her view. Name: Butter Gender: Female Level: 4 Attacks: Tackle Ability: Static Personality: Shy, frail, easily frightened. Attack was loweredDodged tackle Is sliding towards Olive! health is mid yellowWord count: 244 .
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