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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 23, 2007 11:08:11 GMT -5
Soren held his cloak tightly around his body, shielding himself from the cold. The red leather bag he had been given was replaced by a larger pouch, hanging from his belt. His eyes looked around for anything suspicious -namely other trainers- as he slowly made his way across the dirt road.
A gust of wind felt like thousands of tiny ice shards, pelting against his skin. His breath formed tiny clouds as he exhaled and his finger and toes were started to numb a bit.
Closing his eyes, he called upon the little pokemon blood he had in him to help him adapt to the situation. Swellows could stand the chilly winter nights, and there was no reason that he couldn't do so either, even if he was a "disgraceful" and "useless" half breed.
Whether it really worked, he wasn't too sure. Maybe spending a lot of time outside made him get a bit more used to the cold, maybe the sun was warming him up. At any case, he felt a bit better already.
The winds had died down a bit and he was grateful. Without it, it was easier to look around for signs of pokemon and anything else worth noting.
All he could say was that the routes of Cheyenne could be quite beautiful in the winter.
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Post by tekka on Nov 23, 2007 14:10:56 GMT -5
Apparently, this trainer had startled another Pokémon from it's resting place in a nearby shrub, taking shelter from the colder winds. After all, Wingull's were more used to being around the warmer water, this little guy was a bit lost. He glided across the path the other walked on, crying out as the chilled winds ripped right through his feathers. < Gull~!> Brr! Too cold! He couldn't fly in this... the wingull had no choice but to make a bumpy landing, which happen to be only a few feet from the trainer. Would the other try to capture it?
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 23, 2007 17:16:51 GMT -5
Soren didn't really expect to see the little flying pokemon come out of the shrubs and land right in front of him. As it laid on the dirt ground, he quickly bend down to pick it up. The little bird seemed to be freezing! What was it still doing here anyways? Weren't there any places closer to a volcano or something, that was actually warm?
"Hey there, are you all right?" he asked, bundling the pokemon in his cape.
For people that knew him, it would have been weird seeing him so open and kind to another living being, since he was almost known for being a cold and insensitive shell around others. However, pokemon had always been the only ones that never judged him for who he was, just on what he did, and so they were the only one he ever bothered to pay attention to and to possibly be closer to.
"What are you doing here, out in the cold?" he asked softly, gently running his finger over the tiny head.
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Post by tekka on Nov 23, 2007 22:35:21 GMT -5
The wingul struggled at first, wary of this odd trainer. It wasn't a human, yet not a pokemon, and the Wingull was still young - never had he seen such a being before. However, when the warmth filled his small body in the safety of the other's arms, he calmed down at once, and trilled softly.
<I'm still too young to fly long distances...> Wingull didn't expect this odd... mixture of creatures to understand him. Hell, he didn't even know if humans could understand him yet. Despite that, he chattered onto them in passing usually anyway. <Stuck here for the winter. You scared me!>
The tiny bird wiggled around a bit to get comfortable. Apparently humans hadn't come around him much, and if they did, they ignored him. He was right at home in the trainer's warm arms. No fear of him at all.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 24, 2007 0:04:53 GMT -5
"You're stuck here?" asked Soren, a bit surprised. A tiny wingull like this would never be able to survive the harsh winter...
He looked at his choices. He could leave the wingull here, and the pokemon would most likely perish, or he could bring the pokemon with him and keep it warm and safe.
It was obvious what he should pick.
"Why don't you stay with me," he asked. "I promise to keep you warm and comfortable throughout winter, and I'll even train you a bit so you can learn how to fly longer distances. When the time comes and you want to leave, you will be free to do so."
The offer seemed pretty reasonable to him, and he hoped it was for the little wingull too.
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Post by tekka on Nov 24, 2007 1:19:56 GMT -5
A little surprised, but not too much that the other could understand him. Other wild pokemon, including the older members of his flock that had moved on, were always saying how nice humans could be, and what a privelage it would be to have one train you. Trained Pokemon became stronger than they would be in the wild, and this Wingull really wanted that. He was the runt of the flock, too small and weak to fly to the warmer parts of the reigon, or to another. This offer was great! So much he peeped and trilled with joy, flapping those long wings. < Yes! Yes! I will stay with you!> once more he settled down. The flapping had let some warmth escape. Brr. < Make me stronger so that I may Flyyyyyy~~ farther than any other wingull!> Well, with such a promising attitude, this would be a good addition to have, either way. A good winner, he was. Wingull Name Your Choice Gender: Male Level: 6 Type: ::ewater:: / ::eflying:: Personality: Brave and forward, very optimistic and always with an attitude to win. Met: @ Level 6 on Route 1 Attacks: Growl, Water Gun, Supersonic
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 24, 2007 12:40:57 GMT -5
Soren nodded. "Then it's settled. I'll make sure to train you until you are the strongest wingull there is," he said.
Presenting a pokeball at the pokemon, the wingull touched it and was sucked in without a second thought.
"You'll be warmer in there," he said to the ball, and running over its smooth surface. Once shrunk, the boy placed it with his other pokeball, the cool metal touching his skin to keep it warm.
A smile was stuck on Soren's face as he realized he had just made a friend, a friendship that could possible last a while.
"I'll call him Meris," he said, to no one in particular. "Meris of the Sea."
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Post by ginga on Nov 25, 2007 19:15:56 GMT -5
A wind, bearing force and many a flake of early snow, struck the juvenile trainer -- 'twas of considerable power, in spite of the trees, but it was more than the sentient air alone striking young Soren. Upon it was what appeared to be a sphere of pink, harboring a pair of sharp ears and a pair of slender, fernlike appendages rearing from its head.
The dazed creature briefly made contact with Soren's chest before drifting to the snow, apparently with the consistency of a solitary feather of down. A... Hoppip? The presence of such a being was undeniably unique in such a frost-laced season, and one could assume quite easily that a breeze had caused it to stray from its flock and, consequently, end up in such a state.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 25, 2007 19:30:12 GMT -5
Soren stared at the pokemon. What was a hoppip doing here? It was almost as bizarre as Meris's presence...
"Are you all right?" he asked the grass pokemon, just as he did for the seagull. He picked up the rather light little critter and looked at it, wondering if it hadn't fainted from the horrid weather. Hopefully, it was all right and Soren could let it go, and maybe even battle it for some experience.
He felt horrid for wanting to hurt this harmless creature though... But how was he ever going to make it as a trainer if he never battled anything?
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 26, 2007 8:57:45 GMT -5
Hoppip winced from the trainer's touch, squeezing it's eyes shut tightly. If it couldn't see Soren, maybe he would go away...
It had encountered trainers before - mean, nasty little humans who only wanted to hurt it for their own glory. Shivering lightly, it's thoughts drifted to it's fate.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 26, 2007 12:53:00 GMT -5
Soren continued to stare at the hoppip, unsure of the action he should take. He held the little ball of a Pokémon and stared at it, waiting for it to react.
Was this Pokémon... scared of him? It seemed so. The little critter was shivering -although that could be attributed to the cold winter winds- and it was avoiding his gaze. He guessed it was normal that a Pokémon that small would be afraid of him, a much larger object...
Carefully, the Pokémon was placed on the ground, onto a soft patch of snow. Soren then took a few steps backward and waited for a reaction.
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Post by ginga on Nov 26, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -5
The Pokemon shut its eyes, brilliant pink body quivering as it squatted and shuddered all at once. It appeared constipated upon first glance, but if one gazed more profoundly upon the situation out hand, it could be easily predicted that the little mite was attempting to catch a wind and drift far, far away. Now, however, when the young Hoppip needed it most deeply, the air was still and stagnant.
It gazed at Soren with nothing exceeding sheer exasperation, beady yellow eyes demure. Would the young man assist the poor thing or assault it? 'Twas his decision alone to contemplate, and the right conclusion could make all the difference... the Hoppip appeared quite deferent, so there was little chance of it leading an attack in the near future.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 26, 2007 18:06:07 GMT -5
Soren contemplated his next move for a white, before finally deciding to let Allyra out. Since the pokemon didn't seem to trust him, maybe it'd open up a bit more to his pokemon? He knew his spoink was certainly friendly, and unable to deal any damaging attacks anyways.
"Spoooink?" the pokemon looked around as she was let out, wondering what she had been called to do.
"Allyra, I want you to talk to that Hoppip and ask it where the rest of his group is. Tell it we'll help find its family," he said. Internally, he wondered if he shouldn't have chosen the path of pokemon rangers instead, saving pokemon instead of fighting them.
The little pokemon nodded and bounded a few feet over to the grass pokemon.
Spooooink?""
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Post by ginga on Nov 26, 2007 18:52:15 GMT -5
Crystalline beads of liquid adorned and coated the Hoppip's eyes, tears cascading down its visage. "Hoppip, Hop -- Pip, Pip! Hoppip, Hoppip, Oppip..." [ I don't know where they went... oh dear! I'm so scared... so very scared, and it's so very cold... if only I could catch a breeze, the slightest little wind. Even if someone blew me up it would help -- at high altitudes, there are more winds, and I can find my flock easily... oh-h-h, someone help... ] A fresh barrage of fluid crashed down its carnation-hued cheeks, and one couldn't resist bearing a tint of sympathy for the unfortunate fellow. Many younger Pokemon had been seperated from their kin during the Mass Migration, or so was titled the delicate time betwixt autumn and winter when Flying and other migratory beasts crafted their descent to the grand and promising south.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 26, 2007 19:20:30 GMT -5
Soren listened carefully from the side. So, the pokemon was lost and needed some altitude? He could provide that... Looking at the sky, he could easily see that there was some east winds a bit higher in the sky that might be strong enough to bring the pokemon back to its family.
"Spoink...?" <You need to get hiiiiiigh up there?> asked the Spoink, bouncing as high as she could into the air. <I think... I think that Elsu and Meris can fly that high,> she said, talking about Soren's Fatfetch'd and Wingull. <We can ask them!>
The pokemon happily bounced over to his trainer, talking a ten words a second, almost rambling.
<Soren, Soren, Soren, the Hoppip wants to go aaall the way up there but it can't, you see, because it doesn't have wings and it can't fly and it isn't able to get higher all by itself and so, and so could you help it? It wouldn't be hard to help it because I'm sure Meris and Elsu can easily help it and the hoppip will be very, very, very happy if you doo~> she said excitedly.
Soren smiled as she hopped up and down and spoke extremely fast. He looked at the hoppip, wondering if that was what it wanted as well. A confirmation, of some sort.
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Post by tekka on Nov 26, 2007 22:56:50 GMT -5
The hoppip stared at the Spoink talking to it's trainer, eyes shining with freshly shed tears and hope. Oh, could this wonderful person really help? It looked as if the pokemon leaned in a little bit closer, listening for the human's reply to it's pokemon. A flying type would be simply perfect to launch her into the air! Then, the flock could be found and she would be safe again.
"Hopp...pip.." The little pokemon's voice quivered, staring down the trainer with a pathetic "pleeeeaaaassssseeeeee?" look on it's face.
(short x.x uhg)
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 26, 2007 23:12:31 GMT -5
The trainer gave a little smile. At least the pokemon wasn't scared at him anymore...
"Sure thing," said the boy, taking out his two pokeball. Bright red lights shot out of the metal case and out came Elsu, his farfetch'd, and Meris, his Wingull. The former looked around and soon spotted the Hoppip, and prepared to fight. Before he could do so, though, Soren quickly told his pokemon that he wasn't going to hurt the Hoppip, but help it instead. The situation was briefed and the bird pokemon seemed to understand the gist of it. Basically, they weren't going to fight. Instead, he had to waste time in helping some dumb grass pokemon.
"Now listen, this is what I want you to do... Allyra, you bounce the Hoppip up as high as you can. And then you two can beat your wings as hard as you can to propel it as high as you can get it. When it gains enough altitude, it'll be able to find its own way home," said the boy, after a few moments of thought. Meris gave out a happy cry, feeling wonderful that he'll be helping another pokemon find its family.
"Well, Hoppip, climb onto Allyra, and we'll get you up in no time."
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Post by (⌐■_■) on Nov 28, 2007 17:51:20 GMT -5
<Hop!> The Pokémon shouted, climbing onto Allyra. <Okay, I'm ready to go.> The Hoppip replied, holding on to Allyra tightly. <Let's do this!> It added, it's eyes shining brightly and filled with hope.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 28, 2007 18:21:27 GMT -5
Just as Soren planned, Allyra started to bounce, going a bit higher every time, When she reached her peak, the pokemon pushed the hoppip upward, where the bird pokemon immediately started to fan with their wings, creating an air current that would lead it high enough so that the pokemon would be blown away by the stronger winds.
"Almost there!" said Soren encouragingly. "You guys are going great!"
Soren bit his lips as he watched the Hoppip ascend. He really hoped that this would work!
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Post by ginga on Nov 29, 2007 18:15:48 GMT -5
'Twas soon a mere pink dot, ascending into the sky, gradually climbing in altitude. Something alarmingly swift occurred -- said pink dot seemed to sweep aside, bobbing abruptly to the left within the distant cyan and drifting off, off, off, away in search of its kin. The juvenile Hoppip had managed to obtain a strong wind and was out of sight -- whilst the carnation-hued splotch within the otherwise perfect, cloudless azure sky faded, however, an object of a darker sapphire coloration streaked with yellow appeared to be diving towards Soren from above.
Down it tumbled, straight in a nosedive towards the trainer, 'till it had clearly ceased its freefall and lay half-buried in the snow at his shoes. A... PokeBall? It was no ordinary PokeBall, however. 'Twas, indeed, a Great Ball, an enhanced-performance ball that evidently the Hoppip had been harboring and had dropped from gratitude or the fact that it was too heavy to resume holding during its ascension.
[ Obtained one Great Ball from a gracious Hoppip! ]
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