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Post by determinedguardian on Jan 28, 2009 20:44:28 GMT -5
The Weedle was writhing on the ground and had somehow managed to get his head stuck in the ground. It was an entertaining site to see the pokemon scream and try and pull his head from the dirt. Bill knew that he’d have to help to the pokemon out though. He couldn’t just leave the obviously inebriated pokemon alone with his head in the ground. Carefully Bill dug around the pokemon’s head. He moved slowly because he didn’t want to hurt the pokemon and because he didn’t want to get stabbed by the point on the pokemon’s head. Stabbing your hand on something sharp was generally unpleasant, especially something that’s potentially poisonous.
After a moment of digging Bill lifted the pokemon out of the ground and set him upright on the ground.
“There ya go,” he said smiling at the pokemon. Bill was glad that he could help a pokemon in need.
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Post by Sprite on Jan 30, 2009 16:59:26 GMT -5
[[Sunny...Have I told you lately that I love you?]]
The weedle suddenly felt free. He felt the hands of his lover. Soft, warm....the weedle was drooling at the thought of being touched by Bill. <Do it again...do it again.> Very queer indeed. The Weedle began to roll around in the dirt randomly moaning. <Come down here and play with me m'love!> Anyone who looked upon would instantly think something along the lines of crack head. But maybe Bill wouldn't think such things.
<SAY YOU LOVE ME!> Or maybe he would. The weedle ran over to his lover and began to rub his head up and down along Bill's leg as if massaging it. <SAY IT!>
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Post by determinedguardian on Jan 30, 2009 22:54:25 GMT -5
“You’re an affectionate little guy aren’t you?” Bill said as he reached down to pet the pokemon. He wished that he could understand the pokemon Bill hadn’t been allowed to get attached to a pokemon in the lab because it was lab policy. He couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Bill wondered what the bug type pokemon was trying to him with his cries. He’d have to spend sometime studying their language. Maybe he’d be able to figure it out, at least some of it anyway. “You’re kind of cute,” Bill said as he continued to pet the pokemon.
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Post by Sprite on Feb 1, 2009 10:08:59 GMT -5
<Affectionate...> the weedle squealed. His lover called him affectionate. How romantic! <I'm only affectionate for you!> He let out a particularly loud hic before returning to massage his lover's leg waiting for the 'I love you' that he had begged for. But it never came. There was only some small mention of him being cute. WHAT? The weedle was astonished. He stumbled backwards as his eyes grew wide. Did his lover not love him?
Rage suddenly began to grow in his weedle-y heart. <I'll make you pay for that, bastard buttface!> What if there was another man in the picture? An affair! Despicable. <What's his name?> The weedle took no time to contemplate his actions. Instead he merely lowered the spike on its head and charged forwards, attempting to stab Bill in the leg. Oh, there was no rage like that of an angry lover, and no battle like that of two lovers.
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 1, 2009 10:42:19 GMT -5
It seemed that the sweet, albeit intoxicated, calls of the Weedle had turned vicious and harsh. The Weedle lowered his head and charged at Bill. Years of lab work had not given Bill very quick reflexes, steady hands yes but not quick reflexes. He was unable to move out of the way of the Weedle's attack and got stabbed in the leg. Bill cursed rather loudly and began to rub the wound. He couldn’t believe that the sweet little pokemon that had been so nice to him a moment ago was now attacking him. Bill couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Had the pokemon only been kind to him so he could stab him in the leg? No, that didn’t make any sense. If the pokemon had originally intended to hurt him it would have a while ago. It must have been something Bill said.
“I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to. I was just offering a compliment,” he said, now keeping a few steps of distance between the two. Bill reached for a Pokeball but then decided not to use Exeggcute or Berry, no doubt they were still exhausted from the earlier battle. They needed a break. Bill was on his own with this one.
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Post by sunny on Feb 1, 2009 13:00:45 GMT -5
[[xDD I love this Weedle. It's probably a good thing Bill can't understand him. He'd be srsly creeped out. ]]
The Weedle felt his point horn spear the delicate skin of his lover. He was thrilled for a moment and was rearing back to charge once again. <I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!> he hollered in rage, drunkily running over to the trainer again. Before he had taken more than a few steps through, he turned green and quickly changed his course.
Running over to a nearby bush, nearly tripping over his numberous feet, he proceeded to puke his guts out all over the bush. Instead of a hardy brown, the pokemon was a sicklygreenish-brown. He looked quite pale, and proceeded to lay down, or more appropriately, collaspe.
<You didn't mean to... upset me?> the pokemon whispered weakly, nearly able to believe his ears. His lover never apologized. He must be dreaming, wait no, he had to seize this while he could, dream or not. After all, that puking seemed quite real.
<Okay. I forgive you as long as you promise never to leave me again.>, he muttered, crawling over to the trainer and wewakly clinging to his long leg in an apology. He fell off within moments, passed out on the forest floor.
Um. Congrats? The drunk Weedle has succesfully passed out? You have befriended him! Capture or move on? ::weedle::
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 2, 2009 11:39:43 GMT -5
Bill jumped back when the pokemon charged at him again. However, the little Weedle stumbled into a bush and threw up. Then it dawned on Bill that the Weedle was very, very, intoxicated and that was probably the reason it had such emotions towards him.
He watched as the pokemon collapsed on the ground and weakly said something. The pokemon feebly crawled over to Bill and clung to his leg before passing out yet again. He couldn’t help but feel bad for the pokemon. Maybe when he sobered up he’d be less emotional. Bill took out a Pokeball and tapped it on the small pokemon’s head. A flash of bright light engulfed the pokemon and it was brought into the Pokeball. Bill could feel it shaking in his hand.
Even if he didn’t catch this pokemon it had been quite an eventful day. He had gotten his first pokemon, fought his very first pokemon battle, and met a drunken Weedle. He wondered if all trainer’s first days were like this.
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Post by sunny on Feb 2, 2009 12:35:50 GMT -5
The Weedle, although purged of the alcohol in his body was still feeling quite ill, so not much of a struggle was put up as he was absorbed into the ball. After all his love only wanted him to be closer to her... right? So he was content to sit in the ball, sleep and complain about his hangover until he saw his love again.
With a ping, the Weedle was caught successfully.
Congrats! You have captured a Weedle!
Name: you choose Gender: Level: 6 [evolves to Kakuna next level] Attacks: Poison Sting, String Shot
A snoozing Nidoran had been sleeping peacfully in a hollow log, taking shelter from the snow and chill that was present outside. It was very cozy and he was quite enjoying his nap. However, a weedle kept making such a racket, he couldn't sleep peacfully.
Finally, after waking fitfully for the third time, he let out a mighty roar and charged out of his log and towards the clearing where the trainer and newly captured Weedle was. <YOU DIE TONIGHT!> the Pokémon screamed, his purple skin glistening in the sun's light. The Pokémon charged towards the trainer with a Peck attack.
Looks like it was another Pokémon battle.
A Wild Nidoran Male attacks!
::nidoranm::
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 2, 2009 15:57:00 GMT -5
Bill smiled when he heard the ding of the pokeball. He added Romeo's pokeball to his belt. Bill wasn't entirely sure why he had named him Romeo. It just seemed to fit the small drunken pokemon. Bill heard quick little footsteps, almost like something was charging at him. He turned his head and saw a purple blur heading straight towards him. Before he could react Bill felt a sharp pain in his leg, in the same place that Romeo had attacked earlier. He cried out in pain as he felt blood drip down his pant leg.
“Exeggcute go!” he shouted. Bill didn’t want to fight but the pokemon had given him no choice. He selected Exeggcute because Berry was no doubt still exhausted from the battle and Romeo needed to time to sober up before he was ready for battle.
“Hypnosis,” Bill said. Exeggcute’s eyes began to low, hopefully lulling the pokemon to sleep. Bill hoped that the Nidoran would pay more attention to the Exeggcute then Berry did during his first battle. Bill just watched to see what would happen.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 3, 2009 16:09:54 GMT -5
The hypnotic sleep waves started to lull sleep into the Nidoran’s eyes, and it was almost as if he was becoming drunk off of the psychic attack. Standing perfectly still, he remained captivated by the attack. The cold air around him didn’t even phase him in the slightest, not even the misty cloud that floated around his eyes, from his steady breathing, was registered in his mind. All he could see were the lustrous eyes of the Exeggcute, and after that, all was lost as he succumbed to the attack.
He fell onto a mix of snow and slush, already turned brown after being left into the polluted air for so long. It may not have been very comfortable for the young Nidoran, but he felt so exhausted, that he didn’t even care. Or perhaps in this case, he didn’t even notice it.
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 5, 2009 12:57:59 GMT -5
Bill cursed under his breath at the little pokemon. Any pity might have had for the poison type was gone. First he had gotten attacked by Romeo but Bill had done something to offend the pokemon, though he still wasn’t entirely sure as to what he did. This time he was just minding his own business when the pokemon attacked him. Bill was going to get revenge this time.
“Exeggcute, Barrage!” Bill commanded. The pain seemed to be overriding his usually sweet and caring demeanor. The Exeggcute looked at Bill questioningly. It didn’t seem right to attack a sleeping pokemon so the grass/psychic type just stood still.
“C’mon use Barrage,” Bill said but the pokemon refused to listen to him. She had her own set of rules to live by and she refused to disobey them without good reason. Bill took a deep breath and let the pain from his leg subside. He realized that attacking a sleeping pokemon was wrong, even if it had hurt him.
“C’mon let’s go,” he said to Exeggcute as he started to walk away from the pokemon.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 5, 2009 17:18:26 GMT -5
”Cool, a Nidoran.” A cocky little voice announced in half surprise, half sarcastic. He swung a long bug net right behind his back, and his plump fingers were already grabbing for it. His target was already asleep, so catching it should be that much easier for him, and his team. Though he might’ve seemed rude, he was too young to really understand the basics of chivalry, and manners. He tossed a Pokeball at it, and swiftly slammed the net over the Pokeball, to contain it in case the Nidoran decided to wake up. There were only two shakes, and the Pokémon was caught. With a little glimmer in his eyes, he picked it up, and tossed it into the air, before smoothly catching it once more. ”And that’s how it’s done, though it’s not a bug type, maybe I can train it, then trade it for something rare.” He thought out loud to himself. Not even caring if Bill was around to hear his plans. He was only 10, after all. Why would he care about some old guy? Bug Catcher Alan caught Nidoran! [/CENTER]
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 7, 2009 13:15:44 GMT -5
Normally Bill would have warned the young boy about the Nidoran’s aggressive behavior but because he was so rude he decided to let him figure it out on his own. Bill returned Exeggcute to her Pokeball.
Bill sat down and opened his pack to see if he could find something to at least cover the wound. He didn’t want the cut to get infected. There wasn’t anything that could help except for a couple socks. Bill sighed as he lifted up his leg and wrapped the sock around the wound. At least it would stop the bleeding. He stood up and continued down the path.
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Post by sunny on Feb 8, 2009 13:59:35 GMT -5
The little Pokémon stalked through the forest, stamping her paws into the snow with every frustrated step. The winter breeze ruffled her fur, and the fur on her back prickled in anger.
Stupid mother, she doesn't know anything. The creature's chest puffed in exasperation. I'm brave and strong. I'll show her. The skunk snorted, pausing as she glared over her shoulder into the expanse of field. She had been walking for hours, intent on getting as far away from her family as possible. But now her stomach was aching, and the winter chill bothered her tremendously. The poison-type's irritation rose constantly.
She then saw a figure in the distance. A human, walking with an odd swagger. The Pokémon narrowed her eyes deviously. This was her chance to prove herself. She'd show that lowly trainer and her family that she was strong!
The Stunky broke into an awkward sprint, her stubby legs propelling her at a bit of a wobble. It took quite a while for her to catch up, yet she finally managed to reach the edge of the path, several feet behind the so far, unknowing trainer.
The Pokémon released a furious snarl, filled with adrenaline as she launched herself at the back of the trainer. Her claws extended with a weak Scratch attack as she attempted to knock the foe to the ground with the weight of her body at the same time. While it was an impossible task, seeing the size of the trainer, she would try.
Poor Bill, just getting attacked, he was a magnet for trouble.
A wild Stunky appeared!
::stunky::
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 10, 2009 15:03:59 GMT -5
Bill was walking with a bit of a limp from the previous attacks. He had no idea that going on a pokemon journey could be so fraught with peril. He couldn’t imagine why mothers would want to send their ten year old sons out into the world to be attacked by wild pokemon. It just didn’t make sense to him, after all to Bill ten-year olds were still children. Oh, well at least it was still a nice day outside. He started to wonder when the last time he spent this much time outside. Nothing came to mind. Maybe he’d been spending too much time in the lab. This field research would do him some good, even if he seemed to be wearing a Tauros’s eye on his chest. Bill took a deep breath of the fresh outside air. The only fresh air he ever enjoyed was the air that was circulated back into the lab from the outside to purify it. He started coughing. There was a foul odor in the air. It smelled like a combination of rotten eggs and vinegar. Bill started breathing through his mouth to avoid the horrible smell. He hadn’t smelled anything like it before, what could possibly have made such a horrible odor. Bill looked around for the culprit just in time to see a Stunky attack him. “Not again,” Bill muttered. As he dove out of the way and released Exeggcute. “Exeggcute, use Barrage,” Bill said as he hit the ground. At least he had managed to avoid the Stunky. The main head grabbed several of the others and began launching them at the smelly pokemon. “No! Not me!” Unlucky cried as she was hurled towards the skunk pokemon.
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Post by sunny on Feb 11, 2009 18:58:49 GMT -5
The Stunky hardly thought her odor was far from unplesent. She found the smell to be very unique, and many of her friends, male and female simply raved about it. Plus, other pokemon were so intimidated by her, that they watched, nearly in awe from a distance as she strutted by. No. She smelled beautiful.
The purple pokemon, was not in a beautiful mood though clearly. Her tail whipped with frustration as she soared past the trainer who managed to dodge the attack with surprising grace.
The cream stripe that streached down the pokemon's back glistened in contrast to her dark fur and she took sometime to sit down and groom it carefully with her small pink tounge. She didn't think this weakling would dare attack her. So she was quite surpirsed when a number of hard, round things collided with her pelt. Bristling in shock, the pokemon swung her paw at the rest of the eggs and swatteted them away.
Emitting a loud Screech the pokemon broke quite a few eardrums of nearby pokemon, while lowing their defense sharply. A steely glint in this pokemon's eye, the Stunky lunged forwards, carefully manicured claws reaching out to scrape the Exeggcute. Scratch!
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 14, 2009 14:26:16 GMT -5
“Unlucky” was batted away by the Stunky and started to roll. She tried to regain her balance but being round she found it quite difficult to control herself as she rolled away from the rest of the group. The rest of the Exeggcute hopped back to the main egg so that they could attack as a group. The pokemon’s screech attack pierced Bill’s and Exeggcute’s ears. Bill put his hands over his ears to try and block out the sound but it was no use. The noise soon subsided and the Stunky lunged towards Exeggcute in a Scratch attack.
“Try and dodge!” Bill shouted but it was too late. The pokemon’s attack hit Exeggcute. “Don’t give up. I know you can do this,” he said with a half-hearted smile. He really hoped that his pokemon could handle this battle. Exeggcute seemed tough but still there was only so much damage a pokemon could take before fainting.
“Uproar,” he said. Bill wanted to give the pokemon a taste of it’s own medicine. It had emitted a loud sound so Exeggcute was going to be just as annoying, if not more so.
“Exeggcute!” the pokemon shouted. Bill wished that he had given the attack more thought as he soon found himself putting his hands to ears again.
Unlucky finally stopped rolling thanks to natures brakes, trees. She grumbled as she got back right side up and hopped back to the others. <Oh an Uproar! Fun!!> she shouted when she realized what the others were doing. She needed to blow off a little steam. She had gone through a lot in less then twenty four hours.
<I don’t like being thrown around! I don’t want to do it anymore! It’s not fair! Why can’t someone else fly into a tree for a change!> she shouted.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 16, 2009 18:58:51 GMT -5
Hearing such harsh words being thrown back at her was not one of the best moments of her life. In fact, everything was going bad for her today. Unluckily for her, it began with her mother. An older, uglier, and even more disgusting version of herself. Bad habits that annoyed her to the bone, making her shake and tremble as each second passed by. Her mother. So uncouth. Eating out of garbage cans, taking her on tours to the city to eat ‘gourmet banana peals’ and ‘too-mashed-to-tell-if-they’re-really-peas’ for desert. She wanted to run away from that kind of life, but she could never get the guts to do it. In fact, today she thought she was going too, until Bill had to cross her path. The Stunky’s dark green eyes turned to slits as the aggravating Uproar was thrown continuously at her. It was a nonstop attack. And she could even concentrate on her own breathing exercises for when she got really mad.
<You…Will pay dearly for this insult> She hissed through constant words and taunts. They weren’t going to be able to do that for long. She was about to show them too much of a good thing! She twirled around, raising her fluffy purple tail into the air. A clear sign that something bad was about to happen, with no regrets. She only gave them time to see her cocky little smirk, before unleashing a dreadful Poison Gas into the air. A thin, see-through purple cloud with a noxious odor wavered through. Attaching its putrid scent to the trees, bushes, even the ground, all covered in this foul scent. Looks like the whole route was going to need some tomato juice.
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Post by determinedguardian on Feb 17, 2009 21:02:09 GMT -5
Bill held his breath as a noxious gas filled the air. He hoped that he could hold his breath long enough so that the gas would dissipate but he didn’t know for sure, only time would tell. Exeggcute however paid no attention to the sudden arrival of noxious gas and continued their Uproar. With all of the eggs’ mouths wide open and yelling the gas quickly caused the eggs to stop, temporarily, their Uproar and erupt into a fit of coughing, as well as poisoning the pokemon. Exeggecute took damage from the poison and wasn’t in a good spot right now, especially with the earlier battle with Berry, his Marril.
“Exeggcute!!!” she shouted regaining the Uproar’s momentum after the coughing fit. Bill wasn’t sure that he wanted to let Exeggcute continue fighting. But he’d wait a little longer and see how this would play out.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 19, 2009 16:39:31 GMT -5
The shouting of the Uproar had ceased with several moments of coughing fits between the eggs, giving her eardrums a little break from that entire ruckus. For what little moments in time that she had, she started to prepare herself for serious battling with a Focus Energy, trying to drown out the sounds of the Exeggcute as they started their loud attack once more. The sound waves were pretty annoying, but overall it was painful.
<Agh…Shut up! I can’t even hear myself think!> She cried out in her annoyance, raising her head and paws into the air. She was going to strike this thing until it shut up! That was the new plan! She was getting more agitated than furious, and was almost going into a full-on panic mode from all of this shouting and noise. A Stunky like her didn’t deserve crap like this! With an exasperated grunt, she threw her paws at the center egg, aiming a Scratch attack at his shell.
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