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Post by Steve on Apr 11, 2012 11:00:12 GMT -5
[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Arthur was slightly saddened he was reduced to going to the trainer's lounge for battles, but he was going to challenge the next person who entered. Hearing footsteps approaching and instantly sending out his joltik along with his magby, Molt, Jamaya, the joltik was still just a newborn. Quickly hiding behind Arthur's leg as she was brought out but was chewing on his pants leg lightly in nervousness. It wasn't doing any damage to it, but causing static to run up the fiber to make his hair looking all poofy now. Picking the joltik up, he scratched her head softly and she gave a strange coo like gesture to Arthur. Molt merely looked up at them and back towards the door, Come on! I want a real challenge to get things heated up! the fire pokemon said. Obviously impatient and wanting to battle something right at this very moment. The joltik only gave a light Kuuuu before snuggling into Arthur's hand again all cute-like. If only she'd stay this cute, but he knew she'd start growing up sooner or later. "First person who enters the door next I challenge to a double battle with just two pokemon each, no more, no less!" he commented, ready to win this for his pride. Not that he was doing it for money, but he really just wanted extra levels for his baby pokemon that he knew would lose instantaneously. Luckily he knew that defeat was just part of the game to get used to. ::magby:: Name: Molt Gender: Male Level: 7.5 Ability:Flame Body Attacks: Smog||Leer||Ember||Karate Chop||Incinerate Quirk: Knows a lot about the stars Personality: Hot-tempered (No joke) - Impatient - Enthusiastic Brought out!
::joltik:: Name: Jamaya Type: Bug/Electric Gender: Female Level: 1 Attacks: String Shot | Leech Life | Spider Web | Faint Attack | Cross Poison | Pin Missile Abilities: Compoundeyes || Unnerve Quirk: Fashion Forward Personality: Prissy - Uptight - Egotistical Brought out! Shivering in terror at being near all these people.
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Post by lenora on Apr 11, 2012 15:16:24 GMT -5
Nora came through the doors with Ice not far behind. Seeing Arthur with his two baby Pokemon, Nora wished that her own egg would hatch already. Moving a stray lock of her black hair from her face, she sighed, knowing that this likely won't be a nice battle.
"Hey, hey! I may be a boss brat, but I draw the line on beatin' on kids!"
"Perhaps Bubbles will be a good partner for this? ... I know she wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose."
Bubbles ::bidoof:: Level 7 | Female | Bidoof normal Simple | Unaware tackle - growl Simple-minded - Likes "SHINY" things - hates battles - clumsy Health: Max!
Black Ice ::sneasel:: Level 6.5 Inner Focus - Keen Eye Scratch||Leer||Taunt Health: Max!
She had seen the big shiny city just as Nora had promised! She loved her new bestest friend in the whole wide world! When unballed, Bubbles tripped over herself to hug on Nora's leg, wondering what other fun she had in store!
"I know you don't like battling that much, Bubbles, but we need to teach you how to defend yourself. You're not aggressive, so could you play with the newborn for a little while?"
<DAWWWWWW! Cute wittle baby! Sure sure! Bubbles play with the baby!>
<Knew we could count on you there. The Magby looks old enough to rumble... but if that kid starts playing with fire, the gloves come off. I'm not losing to a kid either>
Bubbles walked up to the baby bug with a big sweet smile on her face, trying not to scare the little guy. She waved her hands in the air in a silly fashion as if trying to play with the baby.
Meanwhile Ice shot a Leer to the Magby, looking somewhat dangerous, but not threatening, trying to size up the little tyke before laying a paw on him.
<Alright, kid... Show me who the boss is.>
Bubbles is playing with the baby!
Ice is Leering at Magby!
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Post by Steve on Apr 12, 2012 15:18:33 GMT -5
[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Arthur's magby, Molt, was at least old enough to tell the difference between ally and foe. The joltik, however, Jamaya was merely staying as far as she could away from the bidoof as suddenly she appeared. Jamaya started grinding her pincers together to make noises of some form that sounded like whining, much like a dog would do if trying to find her owner. Then the joltik looked up at Arthur, and used all of it's legs to make the noise that much more irritating. Suddenly he caved in and picked her up to save her from the mean, terrible bidoof. Aw, you scared her, he said calmly as he whispered down to the little joltik. It'll be okay, she won't hurt you, she just wants to play, he said in a baby voice to the little joltik. Setting Jamaya down again she suddenly skittered behind Arthur's leg again, and the process was starting to get repetitive the second time it happened. So he just decided to ignore her whining this time, and soon she was jumping onto the bidoof's back...not harming her of course. Agu, buu? the joltik said. Meanwhile, Molt as merely rubbing his noise lightly and feeling the leer pierce his body. Suddenly turning his attention to Ice, <I'm afraid you don't know who you're messing with, I'm molt the magnificent, and I plan on taking you down! he said, pointing his finger at her. Flames spurring around his body as they heated up the area around him and making a lot of people back up from that. Now, the question is, are you prepared? Molt said, putting one hand to his forehead and then pointing straight at her too. Using his face to look down and leering right back. "I suggest, I should, maybe I should go easy, unless that's frowned upon. Although I suppose holding back may look me look weak so I'll have to go all out I'm afraid," he added. One hand outstretched, "Molt, since you mindlessly used leer, let's throw a smog too for fun at the moment," he added. Molt wasn't ready and impatiently tossed a matter of smog at Ice, but it missed completely. Oops, you distracted me! he huffed at Arthur and crossed his arms sticking up his beak at his trainer. Molt was going to have to take things into his own hands. Name: Molt Gender: Male Level: 7.5 Ability:Flame Body Attacks: Smog||Leer||Ember||Karate Chop||Incinerate Quirk: Knows a lot about the stars Personality: Hot-tempered (No joke) - Impatient - Enthusiastic Hey!(Def -1)Used Leer! Used Smog! It missed!Name: Jamaya Type: Bug/Electric Gender: Female Level: 1 Attacks: String Shot | Leech Life | Spider Web | Faint Attack | Cross Poison | Pin Missile Abilities: Compoundeyes || Unnerve Quirk: Fashion Forward Personality: Prissy - Uptight - Egotistical Gigga ga buu? [/size][STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] notes: word count: N/A tagged: Mods/open
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