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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 25, 2007 20:45:50 GMT -5
Soren watched as needles were shot at his poor Elsu. The pokemon tried to dodge it, tried to fly away, but found himself unable to move. Pain... sheer pain.
Spots began to form in front of his eyes as he felt the world around him spin.
NO! He mustn't give up! He mustn't lose! The pokemon tried to focus, flapping his wings weakly to dodge the next round of attacks. His flight was more than unstable as he was unable to stay in the air for more than a few seconds, barely dodging any of them. His talons gripped the stick as hard as he could to try and stay awake and conscious.
And as the last of the needles hit those armored feet, Elsu fell onto the ground.
"Elsu..." Soren took a step forward, ready to go and pick his pokemon up and admit defeat, but the bird let out another cry, telling his trainer not to come, not to make him lose after all it's done.
The trainer could only watch the rise and fall of the bird pokemon's chest as it tried to hang on, tried not to let the darkness catch him. The place was quiet and he could hear the wind, making the blades of grass dance with each other.
He wanted to respect his pokemon's wishes and let it hang in there, but it was just so... hard....
"Faaarrr..." it let out weakly, as if to show it hadn't fainted, that it still wasn't done yet. In a last-ditch effort, the pokemon kicked the stick -the one the prized so much- toward the weedle. Maybe it would travel far enough to hit the weedle and deal one last blow to it, the pokemon thought. He was not going to let that bug deal the last shot... his pride was at stake here! But the poison... it burned through his veins and he had trouble breathing.
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Post by bran on Nov 25, 2007 22:11:03 GMT -5
This was it. Weedle’s heart beat fast and painfully hard against its thorax as it watched the stick fly toward it, knowing that his defeat was eminent, knowing that all of his strength was gone, and know ting that he had done everything in his power to stop this moment from happening and had failed miserably. He had thrown everything he had at this bird and now, the stick twirling in his direction, he stood facing defeat. He was a failure. A total failure. He had fought hard, yes, but now it was all over and here it was. He’d get eaten after this for sure and everything he had fought to stop was going to come true. And yet… it seemed so stupid to give up now, seemed foolish to just throw in the towel. How black and white things were when, one, you had no color vision, and , two, you stood facing certain demise. There was no doubt in his mind what the outcome would be, absolutely nothing as the stick moved in slow motion toward him to deliver its deadly kiss. He had nothing left. NOTHING. He was spent, worn out, ready to just sleep for good…wait. What did he have to lose if he had nothing? What did he have to give up if things were already decided? Here he stood standing over the edge of an endless black chasm and if he jumped, he knew he’d die. Knew it’d all be over… and there was comfort in that. A certain strength in knowing what your fate was. His eyes growing suddenly bright with new determination, Weedle pushed down and shot at Farfetch’d, his body speeding along the ground like a missle as he moved straight through the motion of the stick, getting himself a sizeable bump on the head in the process, but not letting himself be deterred. He was taking a page out of the book of his opponent and powering through the burning pain filling his entire body, pushing through it all and just rushing ahead. He had nothing to lose. Nothing to give up. It was already all gone. He was letting himself drift through the blackness of that chasm, letting that strength build and push his body. Sheer will power and determination was all that kept him moving now, he was upon Farfetch’D now, but there was nothing left in his reserves for a fancy attack or thread and he knew this. Somehow he knew. Instinct guided him now as he flailed wildly with energy of something fighting for it’s very survival against Farfetch’D, the energy he’d dredged up from his soul burning off fast and his body growing heavier, his eyes growing darker.
“Weedle?”
When there was only darkness to be found… you made your own light.
Weedle struck out again and again and again, struggling and fighting against fatigure as sleep and pain threatened to overcome him at what was first a mighty pace, but what, after that first second, quickly became a slow, drudging speed. He was truly caput now, his body swaying from side to side before flopping on the ground, body shaking from the effort yet eyes refusing stubbornly to close. A hush betook Hollister and he stared on in awe, fear, and pride.
“…w…w…wow.”[/font][/size]
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 25, 2007 22:30:33 GMT -5
Soren stared at the weedle, slowly making his way over. He could feel Elsu's eyes on the little bug Pokémon as well, but too weak to do anything. Darn it... it couldn't do anything... he ever tried to leer and failed at it, which was just really pitiful. So, this was the end? He was going to lose to a... worm?
"I can't take it anymore," hissed Soren rather suddenly, before stepping into the "arena", the grass under his feet covered in feathers, hardened white saliva, and needles. Meris was unbalanced at the sudden movement and nearly fell down as his trainer went over to the fallen Farfetch'd. "It's over. I admit defeat," he told Hollister. Right now, winning and losing wasn't important to him. Elsu was hurt and he wasn't about to let things get any worse. The weedle wasn't exactly in too good of a shape anyways and even though he admired the strength and courage that was displayed from both pokemon, there had to be a limit somewhere.
Kneeling down, he tool Elsu in his arms. "You did great," he said softly. "I'm really proud of you."
Elsu stared at his trainer. He felt betrayed that Soren simply stopped the match and admitted defeat, but at the same time, those words, telling him that even though he lost, his trainer was still proud of him... it made him feel wonderful.
"I'll get you to a Pokémon Center as soon as possible. You just rest in your pokeball until then, okay?" he said, taking out a red and white ball. Just before he returned the bird, he reached over to grab the fallen stick and gave it to the Farfetch'd. The Pokémon accepted it, holding it weakly against him.
And as the red light engulfed him, Elsu closed his eyes, holding the stick tighly, knowing that he didn't have to fight anymore, and that his trainer would make sure he healed.
[+1 level for me, +2 for you, I believe]
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Post by bran on Nov 26, 2007 0:34:26 GMT -5
Hollister was slow in walking over to Weedle, knowing that the proud Pokemon would want a moment to gather his strength to look dignified, and when he did crouch next to his fallen Pokemon, he smiled tenderly took the little guy into his arms, snuggling him close to his body, sighing softly as he did so. “You scared me there, little guy,” whispered, reaching for his Pokeball just as he had all that while ago when he’d first reached to recall Weedle, but hadn’t and the result of his actions now lay in his arms. Weedle squirmed, writhed, in pain no doubt, for a bit before escaping from Hollister’s arms, leaving his trainer worried and confused as to what was going on. Where did Weedle find the energy to move, let alone slide down? This wasn’t the time for bravery, it was the time to admit that you were tired and needed rest. When would the stubbornness Weedle showed cease? ”Come on now, Weedle. Back in you go.” Extending the ball, he went to recall Weedle, only to have it inch and dodge the red beams that shot from the sphere held in his hand, causing Hollister to clench his fist in aggravation. Never failed. Things had to be done his way or they wouldn’t get done at all! When was Weedle going to learn that it was Hollister, not him, who was in charge here? Was that ever going to sink in? Was it? He frowned tried again, but met with similar results as all of his earlier efforts and so he rose, baffled. Weedle stared at him and then smirked through the pain before spitting out white string above himself that fell in a white rain all around and as he did so, his body threw off an eerie white light. This was…
The glowing ceased with the emergence of a yellow husk, the sun slipping over the smooth, unscathed surface as if it were freshly polished marble, from the white light and Holllister stood with his mouth agape. Kakuna stood in Weedle’s place and Hollister wondered why now of all times then quickly set aside his surprise. After a battle like that, he deserved it. Meditite watched with marked interest and even closed his eyes and strained, trying to imitate the phenomenon, but was of course unsuccessful. Hollister crouched and exhaled after the long battle and now evolution, shaking his head as he did so. “Well, I suppose congrats are in order? I suppose you’ll not let us forget this one, will you?” Smiling, he felt the smoothness of the shell now bearing the developing Beedrill larvae inside for a moment before standing again and facing Soren. “Elsu… Elsu fought really well. That match was way too close, Soren. Thank you for an excellent battle.” Extending his hand and walking over, he smiled. “We’ll have to do it again sometime. To get a decisive winner, huh?” Really. Another second and it probably would have been a tie, but he’d come out of this one on top thankfully. Next time, he wasn’t so sure what the outcome would be, but this battle made him want to get stronger, made him want to battle it out to the very end all over again, and made him want to explore his limits and abilities to their full extent. If this adrenaline-pumping joy ride was what other people saw in battling, he could understand the attraction.
“Really, Soren. Great fight. Elsu’s a real tough guy. Just as stubborn as Wee--Kakuna.”
[OOC: Sorry for the shortness and badness. =( AND. Two levels for Weedle and one for Elsu, right? If not, I can always de-evolve him and whatnot. =) GREAT BATTLE! Mucho fun. And…we can end it with your next post if you want. Seems natural to end it there.]
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Nov 26, 2007 12:45:41 GMT -5
"It really was a great battle," said Soren. "Your Pokémon is really strong and you have a great battle technique."
He looked down at the pokeball in his hand, where Elsu slept.
"Maybe we'll meet again some day, and we can have a rematch."
He couldn't believe himself... was it really him, talking, asking to meet the human once again? He'd have to remember to stay alert... the battle had distracted him and he hadn't paid too much attention to Hollister. Next time, he'll evaluate he trainer as well, and he'll unmask him, proving his theory that humans are all nothing but selfish trash.
Next time.
Until then, he had to go to the Pokémon center.
"Well, I'll be leaving now," he said, before turning around and leaving.
Next time, he won't lose.
[[SHHOOOORT X.x But yeah. Finished, I guess. Feelf ree to post on Soren's char. relationship thread!]]
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