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Post by NICKOLAI on Jul 31, 2008 2:34:56 GMT -5
"Losing Self..."
Nick stated as he would walk upon the grassy plains of the Cheyenne Region. He remembered back to his arrival in the Chai Region and his first day as a Pokemon Trainer, recieving his first Pokemon, his Monferno. His journey was fun and lenghty, his good karma well swiftly drew short and his meeting with Syl would change his life.
"Power..."
The trainer mouted as he remembered the meeting with Syl. The purpose of the meeting and the theme involving power and strenght. Something Syl guaranteed if Nick did indeed comply and seek joining with Team Death. Unfortunately or fortunately, which we all have yet to uncover, he did indeed join.
"Change..."
The young boy stated as he remembered the Pokemon he gave away for training in the Headquarters. Not only that, but that changes he made to his team. Nick was confused about the path he was traveling and really confused about what he wanted to do. Lady Luck was a kind woman, at least to Nick, so he had money. He had the dream. He had the potential. Now he was gaining the power. Which route would he take? Was his heart undergoing a change.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 31, 2008 12:13:38 GMT -5
The Grassy plains held endless land, as far as the eyes could see. The bright blue skies were a remarkable color, and the fresh air was to die for. If it wasn’t for the itchy tall grass, it could’ve been a paradise for humans as well as Pokémon. In the protection of the grass, a tiny Wurmple passed Nick’s path, seeming determined to get someplace in a hurry. In the thick underbrush of Cheyenne’s grassy plains, it stopped in a sudden clearing. All of the tall grass was pressed down, as if many Pokémon have rested in this spot before. The bug type looked up at the figure of a sleeping Drowzee, and within moments it too, fell asleep.
<Another victim…Another meal…> The Pokémon’s words were barely audible under its heavy breathing. It’s one eye suddenly peaking open with a playful spark at the sleeping Wurmple, with a sniff of its trunk it could tell what the Wurmple was dreaming of. It was a fun dream, one of exploring the world of the skies.
Delicious. It was fast in using its Dream Eater on the Wurmple, psychic energy gathering around its hands as the lifeforce was slowly draining out of the Wurmple. The bug type’s dream was quickly sucked out of its mind, replaced with a boring and dark slumber. As the last bits of energy were sucked into its mouth, it gave a content sigh before returning to its meditation. Though what it was really doing was sending out weak psychic waves in order to attract Pokemon, and then switch to Hypnosis to put them to sleep.
::wurmple::
::drowzee::
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Post by NICKOLAI on Aug 1, 2008 15:15:54 GMT -5
"Interesting." Nick stated as he watched the Drowsee pray upon the unsuspecting Wurmple. It was a sight to see and negative in a sense, but it was the way of life and living among Pokemon. Nick sighed as he would reveal his PokeBall and narrow his eyes at the Drowsee.
"Zipper!" Nick exclaimed releasing his Zangoose. I am still a TD Operative, so capturing and sending Pokemon back to the base is indeed my job. Zipper should be able to handle both Drowsee and Wurmple. Nick thought as he sized up the situation. Maybe I will let Wurmple say in the wild, he is still young. The trainer thought, his kind self once again releasing. This seemed to be the change and switch in hearts that was occuring over his journey, but which heart would take over.
"Zipper use Poison Jab on Drowsee!!" Zipper bowed and would get on all fours. The Zangoose dashed forward his eyes locked onto the Drowsee. His claw would turn purple as he neared and then he would proceed to jab forward to use Poison Jab.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 1, 2008 16:19:09 GMT -5
The Drowzee didn't seem to acknowledge the Zangoose's Poison Jab until a couple of seconds later, where the poor Psychic type looked like it was going to vomit. A sickly feeling overcame the lazy hypnosis Pokemon, falling to the side as it clutched its stomach in pain.
Though Physically it might have been down, but it could still make a swift move any time it wanted to mentally. For instance, as soon as it fell down, two sharp signals were sent right at the Zangoose. It wasn't anything that would be seriously painful, just a Disable to sneak into the Pokemon's body system. Forcing his body and mind to become temporarily incapable of using that particular attack.
The Drowzee finally seemed to regain some ground by pushing his lard filled body back up onto his two feet. Giving a lazy stare at the Zangoose and his trainer, as if he was going to attack them but decided not to. It might not appear to be doing anything, but its Forwarn ability was just kicking in. Getting a psychics view of the Zangoose's strongest move being used on it in the near future, and visibly winced at the thought of the attack.
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Post by NICKOLAI on Aug 1, 2008 22:30:10 GMT -5
Nick removed a PokeBall from his pocket and proceeded to press the ball button maximizing the PokeBall to its full size. It seemed Zangoose's Poison Jab was successful and the poison effect was seemingly taking its toll on the Drowsee, seeing how he cluthed his side. Nick was generally pleased with the performance of his Zangoose and it seemed the Pokemon might grow to become quite an asset to his team.
"Alright, Zipper! Use Iron Tail!" Nick ordered as he slowly walked towards the seen with his PokeBall in hand. Zipper nodded a took two steps away from the Drowsee, his steps swift and his eyes locked on his prey. His tail would glow a gleaming, metallic white and his body would turn his tail coming towards the Drowsee, in close range as he prepared to knock the Hypnosis Pokemon down and out.
Great. Zipper's agility is great as well as his strenght. I definitely made the right decision in placing him on Team Nick. The trainer thought as he smiled and watched the wonderful act.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 6, 2008 13:57:44 GMT -5
The Drowzee was left with an air of uncertainty about the Zangoose’s impressive speed, especially when it owned such a large body. But compared to him, Zipper was a Dodrio zooming across the tall grass and even closer to him with an Iron Tail. All the while he remained completely calm as he waited for the attack to strike, only closing his eyes while stifling a yawn.
The Iron Tail had finally began to glow its familiar color, and was ready for impact at any second now. The Drowzee wasn’t taking anymore chances, and stiffly raised his arm in a Pound to stop the attack in mid-air, his eyes meeting with Zippers before an idea slowly came to him.
It would be hard to escape any Psychic waves at this kind of a distance, but even so, it wasn’t the most accurate attack out there. Nevertheless the Pokemon began speaking in a booming voice, chanting a dream inducing spell as its Hypnosis was released. Psychic waves echoing out from his brain, like a radar to search for its targets.
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