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Post by carnax489 on Jul 22, 2008 15:13:34 GMT -5
Just as soon as there was an opening, Dark Frost leapt between the two and yelled <THAT'S ENOUGH!! STOP FIGHTING RIGHT NOW!!!!> Chris just stared in surprise, but allowed Dark Frost to turn to this 'Issac' and ask <Now, why are you chopping down this tree? What do you possibly hope to gain from it?>
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 23, 2008 9:58:46 GMT -5
Issac was caught off guard by the sudden interruption from Dark Frost, and cancelled the rest of his Taunt move. He was able to register that this was some kind of Weavile, and a powerful one at that. With all of the loud shouting going on from the older dark type's mouth, his body stiffened until he could regain a somewhat relaxed composure.
So he couldn’t pick a fight with that Growlithe, fine by him. There really wasn’t a point when this guy could take him out in one shot. At least that was what he assumed. Issac’s toothy grin began to show as he folded his arms, watching the Pachirisu suddenly freeze in place. The Sneasel’s story would get out somehow, and he felt good about exposing that squirrel for what she really was.
<Now, why are you chopping down this tree? What do you possibly hope to gain from it?> <The only reason worth fighting for, revenge.> He chuckled, rubbing two of his claws together simply out of boredom. There was quite the story to explain and how to word it correctly? Maybe then he could show some justice to the Pachirisu’s practice.
<It’s because of that little runt that I have no friends in this place. I came along here a friendlier and kinder Sneasel. Getting along with the natives, making a fine home for myself, and living peacefully here. That is, until I met her. > He sent a glare over in the Pachirisu’s direction, while she could only look in the other direction. Just making him want to continue his tale even further, and agitate her even more.
<So here we are, becoming the best of buddies. But then some things happened, and she was forced to move in with me. That’s right, this is my home. Not hers.> He spat, waiting for the information to sink in before he could continue even further.
<She soon became jealous of me. Jealous of the friends I made, and soon rumors were spread about me. One’s that were pretty nasty, and could easily cause a Pokemon to not want to be around me. It was then that I discovered her in the act, spreading yet another rumor. I ran as fast as I could here, just hacking at this tree. I’m moving out of this Route, and I don’t want any trace of me to exist here. > Issac finished with a sigh. That was certainly a lot of talking, and a pretty emotional story to have some strangers listening in to.
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Post by carnax489 on Jul 24, 2008 16:08:03 GMT -5
Closing his eyes, Dark Frost just gave silent nods as the information was told to him. When Issac had stopped talking, he opened his eyes again and said <Interesting...It's not that I don't believe you, but I'd like to hear both sides of the story before we continue.> Looking at the Pachirisu, he asked <Now, tell me your side of the story, and I'll try to make a compromise from what you've both told me.>
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Post by zom on Aug 11, 2008 10:40:30 GMT -5
Imogene, being Taunted and egged on, was more than ready to rip Isaac apart. No hesitation, no restraints. Stupid little...!
She was startled into doing nothing, however, when Dark Frost zoomed forward and bellowed out for them to stop fighting immediately. Blinking, she did as she was told, if only because she was too surprised to think of any other option; she'd forgotten about the Weavile. Braelyn scowled at Frost, growling under her breath, though neither she nor her friend did anything at all.
"Baa?" bleated Dumpling, confused. Opera twirled.
Out of all of them, Theo was probably easily the most perplexed. Unable to understand Pokespeech, he was left in the dark as to what Dark Frost was saying, and when Isaac gave his long, lengthy reply, it just sounded like a lot of "snea snea"s and "sneaall snea ell ell"s to Theo. Dammit. He had no idea what was going on. "Hey!" he snapped, scowling at the smug-looking Sneasel and then at Chris, "Translation, please?!" He couldn't have been sure that Chris understood Pokespeech either, but hey, worth asking.
Dumpling looked up at his trainer and started to bleat and "baa!" enthusiastically, attempting to "translate" for the boy. He didn't realize that the "maaa"s and "raaameeep!"s made no more sense to Theo than the sounds Isaac had made.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2008 9:35:57 GMT -5
The Pachirisu’s eyes began to well up as Dark Frost’s attention was directed at her, and she felt herself lock up in the process. She didn’t know how to tell her story, when there really wasn’t a story to begin with. Issac was looking more merciless than ever, glaring at her to just spill the beans about why she was acting like this. But it wasn’t that easy to just tell everything out in the open…
The truth is this: She was jealous of all of Issac’s new friends. They were never that nice to her before Issac came along, and she had suddenly felt like she was unnoticed and unimportant around all of the Route 1 Pokémon. And then there was that irritating fact that she had to stay in the very same house with Issac, since her home had been lost due to some unrelated circumstances, he had offered her to stay with him. How could she refuse to stay with him? How would she look among the other Pokémon, and even worse, she would’ve offended him. It was true; she had taken a bit of a liking to the Sneasel. But her jealousy made her want him all to herself. And it was easy to see how both stories connected from there.
Sniffling to herself, she couldn’t bring herself to say any words. Instead, bolted from the group and through several bushes. She couldn’t even stand to look at them, she couldn’t even stand to look at herself for that matter. She just wanted to be alone…
Issac simply snorted at this, turning to the side in a more arrogant manner to shoot a glance at the tree. So she was a coward after all, not even being able to admit her story to his face. He had done so without any regret, he was still angry for being betrayed after all. With a sigh, he leaned against the base of the tree. <So that’s that…> He muttered, frowning at the golden Weavile. Well, whatever. So that show was officially over. He was still going to continue his work on cutting down this blasted tree, unless someone tried to stop him. He was a little tired however, emotionally and physically from the last couple of minutes.
OOC: How's that for drama?
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