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Post by luigi on Feb 18, 2009 0:36:19 GMT -5
Hershlin hummed to himself as he entered the first route of his journey- feeling in a wonderful mood. Why, you ask? Well- he had gotten his first pok'emon, and was finally going on the journey that he'd been dreaming so much about as a little boy. Okay~so Lady Fate had deemed him not ready to get a ghost-type as his starter, which was a lbit of bad luck, seeing as Hershlin quite liked those kinds of pok'emon and all. However- he had been lucky enough not to get one of those bug-types he felt so nervous around, either. No Spinarak, either- and he was very thankful for this, seeing as how much he feared spiders since that incident so long ago. No, his starter was Watson, the Larvitar. The dual-type was currently keeping an even pace with hershlin- though the pok'emon was admittedly a little bit slow, and that meant the pace was comparible to snail-speed. But Hershlin didn't mind. He was just glad to get a pok'emon to talk to- and his lonliness didn't seem as bad, anymore. The Larvitar looked up from his paitent 'waddling' of a walk to his trainer- the human seemed like he was in a good mood, what with that strange noise he was making. What WAS that, anyway? The dual-type sniffed to himself thoughtfully, before trying to replicate the nosie- but in his case, it came out as a noise simmilar to that of sharp nails being dragged down a chalkboard. The Pok'emon stopped almost instantly, cringing at the noise he'd made hismelf- apparently, his vocal chords weren't exactly the same as his trainer's and in no shape to make the same noises the gentleman did- which was a shame really, because he would have liked to hum to himself when HE was happy, too!
The noise made Hershlin look to his compainon, somewhat startled at first- but then the gentleman clicked onto what Watson may be trying to do, and said encouragingly, "Well- you may not be able to hum: but I think you'd be able to show in your own unique way that you're happy- that might be even betetr than humming." The Larvitar sniffed again in that thoughtful manner-the gentleman had a point, there. As the Larvitar sat down in his thoughtful manner, Hershlin said, pulling out a brown-wrapped box, "Ah! I almost forgot- while we we travelling here, a friend of mine sent me this package. Shall we open it together?" The Larvitar blinked, before nodding- and helping the gentleman to pull off the paper to reveal- a pok'eball, a pink-shaded scarf, and a note. Hershlin looked at the note, to find it said, 'Dearest Hershlin, how are you? I am doing fine. I miss you, though...please keep writing to me. As I was exploring the marts today, I saw a special offer- a randomly-picked level 10 pok'emon and a Pink Scarf for free! Apparently, it was for a special monthly sale...knowing how you've recently just started your journey, and would appreciate the precense of another pok'emon compainon on your side, I decided to send both the pok'emon and the scarf to you. I hope you find them useful. From your loving sister. P.S: What kind of pok'emon did you get as a starter? Probably a pok'emon as HARD-HEADED as you always were! Tee-hee!' Watson rolled his eyes at the joke, and Hershlin chuckled, saying, "That's typical for my sister...she likes to have harmless little jokes about my personality in these letters of hers." He paused a moment, before saying, "It was kind of her to send me this~ I wonder exactly what KIND of pok'emon she sent me as another compainon?" This question put forth, he grabbed the pok'eball from the package and pressed the button in the middle.
The light from the pok'eball soon faded to reveal a creature that could easily be mistaken for a young child dressed eniterly in white, and wearing a green hat ten sizes too big for it- but the 'hat' had two distinctive red horns poking from it. The pok'emon tipped it's hat backwards slightly so it wasn't covering it's eyes, regarding the two with a stare before saying telepathically to the two, "Uh-d'you two have any idea abou' where I am? This place...it ain't where I fell asleep ten minutes ago!" Hershlin was surprised that a pok'emon so well-known for shyness would talk to them right off the bat, but answered the Ralts's question, saying, "You're in Route one- and my sister gave your pok'eball to me..so...we're going to be compainons." The Ralts said, "What?! Aw no..I got caught?! Whatta jip...I was supposed to be a defender of justice for the pok'emon where I lived, and I get shoved in some pokey orb. Just GREAT." The pok'emon scowled, before saying, "But hey- I guess it ain't too bad. You haven't said i'm a girl like everyone else who knew me has- and I bet i'll get to defend lotsa folk travellin' with you! As long as I fufil my duties as a defender of justice, hey, I don't care if i'm wild or not. Just don't put me in that ball again, okay? It STINKS! " Watson blinked, taken slightly aback by the Ralts's forward-ness. Hershlin said, "My,my...you certainly are a rather unique Ralts. Usually your species are shy- but you are quite brash, and forward. Hmmm...that gives me an idea for a nickname. Does..." The Ralts suddenly intterupted Hershlin, saying, "I want to come up with my own name, thanks old guy. Hmmm....Marcus! That's a great name for an aspiring hero such as myself! Awesome!" Hershlin blinked at being cut off- and at being called an 'old man', when he wasn't really that old, but said, "Whatever you wish to be called is fine by me, Marcus."
Marcus lowered his 'hat' again, saying telepathically, "Al'ight! You're not so bad, old guy. But- d'YOU have a name?" Hershlin said, "Of course...Hershlin." The Ralts frowned, saying, "Yeesh...that's fancy. I'll just call you Hershy- it's easier ta say. Well, enough chit-chat! Let's go fight...for truth! For greeeat justice!" The Ralts pointed dramtically, before starting to walk ahead of both Hershlin and Watson. The gentleman sighed. This particular pok'emon would be a bit of a handful- he was so head-strong! Calling for the Ralts to wait up, he and Watson hurried to the Ralts's side before he could walk TOO far ahead of them- and with that, the group was offically off into the first route.
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Post by day on Feb 18, 2009 17:27:17 GMT -5
It seemed like it was going to be an easy route too. It was quite quiet for a while. The wind whistled through the bushes ever so often, but nothing happened for some time.
A small sound was made when a very interesting looking pokemon snuck from the bushes and was headed straight towards Marcus. He looked like he didn't belong in the snow bound land at all. His camoflague wasn't working like he seemed to think it was. It didn't make any noise either, emphasizing the idea that it was probably trying to be sneaky and suprise the Ralts.
::hippopotas:: Lvl 6 [/size]
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Post by luigi on Feb 18, 2009 21:59:40 GMT -5
Hershlin sighed slightly to himself as he and Watson caught up with Marcus, saying to the psychic-type, "I understand that you wish to go explore this route, Marcus...but you needn't rush so much. Why not take some time to enjoy the area?" The gentleman waved his right hand around at the surroundings around them- the snow about the place covering seemingly every square inch of plant with a soft, fluffy white blanket, and the bare boughs of trees waving silently in the wind: it was quite poetic, really. Marcus said telepathically, "I'm a defender of justice, and people expect me to stand up for them if something goes wrong- and the most vile villans often hang around towns. So, the sooner we get to that town and stop those villans of injustice, the better." Watson stared at the psychic-type with a gaze of disbelief for a moment, before looking to Hershlin- it seemed this pok'emon thought it was some kind of dodgy superhero of sorts, from the way he carried on most of the time. Hershlin siad, "Hmmm- that's true enough. But- if there are 'villans' in the town as you say- it isn't a good idea to simply rush in unprepared. We should at least try to get some practice in before we get in over our heads.." The Ralts said, "Hmmm~I already AM level 10- but you've got a point! I can't let those villans get an inch in strength-wise! Yes, we must train! For truth- for greeeeat justice!" Marcus pointed dramtically as he had before, which elicited a confused stare from Watson, whom said to the Ralts, "Marcus- to be frank, I have no idea what you are conversing about. But I believe training before we reach the town is a grand idea as well...but keep in mind it's probably not a good idea to attack every pok'emon we meet- it would be rather rude to do so, not to mention illogical." The Ralts nodded, only half-taking in what the calm pok'emon said, before impaitently gesturing that they should keep walking. Both Hershlin and the Larvitar sighed to themselves at this: before resuming their walk. However, despite Marcus's intention to train so he could 'fight evil-doers', the route was very quiet- not a single sight or sound of wild pok'emon anywhere.
The Ralts said, noticing this, "There is injustice at work here! Where are all the pok'emon?! No...! Perhaps they all got kidnapped by the evil 'Masked Maruderer?!'" Hershlin said, "I don't think that's the case. It's autumn- so most pok'emon that usually reside here may well have migrated to warmer climates, because of the cold and all." Watson nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes- it's common sense that there wouldn't be as many fellow pok'emon traversing in such horrid conditions, would you not say?" Marcus said stubbornly, "That's what the 'Masked Maruderer' WANTS people to think- he's covering it all up! It's a consiparcy, and I shall NOT be tricked!" Watson face-palmed, sighing. He could see trying to reason with Marcus logically wasn't doing any good whatsoever-so maybe it was best to stop all attempts of trying. Hershlin raised and eyebrow and shook his head slightly- the psychic-type was very firm when it came to what he believed, it would seem from Watson's reaction. Suddenly, a small noise caught the gentleman's attention, Hershlin turning his gaze to some bushes nearby to see a sandy-shaded creature that looked completly out of place in such conditions- in fact, the gentleman had to wonder what it was doing here in the first place! Watson blinked, seeing the pok'emon crawl in what seemed a sneaky manner straight towards Marcus, whom was too busy talking to notice- but the Larvitar noticed the fellow ground-type, walking right up to it and asking in a polite manner, "Excuse me...but may I implore to what you are doing there? It's very cold here-normally, wild pok'emon of our kind migrate to warmer places when the cold seasons come! Weren't you able to get out in time?"
Marcus was suddenly snapped out of his chatting by the Larvitar's words, and glared beaneath that green cap of his at the hippo-like creature, saying, "Ah-HA! Trying to sneak up on ME, are you? I bet you're probably in cahoots with the 'Masked Maruderer'! State your buisness here, you little sneak, or i'll...!" Watson suddenly cut the Ralts off, saying, "Marcus, please don't be so rude. This Hippopotas is unlikley doing anything wrong~in fact, these pok'emon aren't even common to this aera, usually. How then, could he be in 'cahoots' with this 'Masked Maruderer' person?" Marcus said, "Fine...but iv'e got my eye on it! If it tries anythin'...!" Hershlin suddenly spoke up, saying, "Don't get yourself into a bad situation, Marcus...we don't wish to force wild pok'emon into a fight they may not want to do. Hear it out, and be paitent." The Ralts fell silent- rather unwillingly, as he still grumbled a fair bit under his breath about 'spies' and what-not, as Watson calmly waited for a response from the fellow ground-type..
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Post by day on Feb 18, 2009 22:14:31 GMT -5
The Hippopotas was silent for a moment, enjoying watching the two Pokémon bicker between themselves. It finally got the nerve te talk and shoved it's large nose into little Marcus. <I'm hungry...> It said simply, looking at the Ralts as if he were a pile of oran berries instead of a Pokémon. <I woke up and there's all this snow and leaves and no more food in the old tree. I'M HUNGRY!> Did Hippopotas hibernate? Apparently this one did, and it woke up early and very hungry. It probably either wants food or maybe a battle to settle it's stomache...
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Post by luigi on Feb 18, 2009 22:39:55 GMT -5
The wild pok'emon didn't speak at first, a look simmilar to that of amusement on it's face as it watched Marcus and Watson, at which the Ralts said, snarling in irritation, "What're YOU lookin' at, bozo?" Hershlin said calmly, "Perhaps it finds the idea of you being so dissagreeable all the time amusing~I cannot blame it in such a case." The gentleman smiled slightly after stating this, and Watson said calmly, "Well, I don't find it amusing- it hurts my ears. Plus this poor pok'emon probably doesn't appreciate you snapping at it, either.." Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes as he did so, "As if you even HAD ears to being with, old geezer..." Watson wisely ignored the comment- he didn't want to waste time responding to Marcus's bickering when this pok'emon could be in need of assistance, and looked at the fellow ground-type in a concerned manner as it waited for it to speak out. After a while, the hippo finally spoke out, shoving it's nose into Marcus and saying it was hungry, looking at the Ralts as if it was a pile of berries instead of pok'emon. This wasn't the wisest idea, and the Ralts said angrily, attempting to shove the hippo's nose away, "Back off, spy! I don't want your injust-causing skin touching ME!" Hershlin said, "Marcus...be nice. This pok'emon..it obviously hasn't eaten in a while, if it's acting like this.." Watson put on that fammilar ponderous expression, he asking the hippo, "Isn't there any food that you had stored up in sunnier days stored somewhere..?" The pok'emon's next statment answered that question easily enough, it saying that it had just woken up a while ago, and there was no more food in 'the old tree'. Apparently, either another pok'emon had found the hippo's storage, or the hippo has eaten all the food at another point.
It seemed the pok'emon had just woken up from a hibernation, and was desperatly hungry. Watson looked thoughtful, before turning to Marcus and saying, "Does Hershlin have any food in his backpack?" The Ralts turned to Hershlin and asked the gentleman this, whom folded his arms, before saying, "I have human food- but I don't think the hippo would like that. It needs the food it would normally find in the wild~ that would be far more nutritional than anything I would have to offer. Or- we could offer it a battle to take it's mind off food for a while...hmmm. But i'd rather not fight it if it doesn't want to." Watson turned to the hippo, saying, "Hershlin has human food- but I don't think that'd taste too nice. you could try some- or you could decide to have a short battle with me to take your mind off food- offering help of some kind is the least I can do for our group disturbing your from your sleep and all.." As the Larvitar awaited an answer, Marcus said, eyes wide in disbelief, "I can't believe you're being so nice to this undeserving little sneak...it's a SPY! Why should we trust anything it says?" Hershlin said, "Even nasty folk deserve kindness- when it rains in drought-affected areas, the rain helps both good and bad folk alike, am I correct? So, it is only fair that we do the same thing." The Ralts folded his arms, saying, "You got a point there...but it doesn't mean I haveta like it. I don't trust that sneak one bit...he's probably going to try to steal something from us the moment we drop our guard or something." Marcus then gave the ground-type a suspicous glare, despite Hershlin's words proving true. The gentleman sighed and shook his head yet again, before turning to Watson and the hippo to see what the wild pok'emon would do next.
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Post by day on Feb 19, 2009 9:19:35 GMT -5
The idea of a battle was appetizing to the Hippopotas. It was tired and needed to be woken up, and maybe...just maybe, it would take his poor mind off the food that had been stolen from him.
In the background of his mind, he coudl vaguely hear the small Ralts talking it's little green hat off. The one who looked like a Lum Berry was no longer a concern. <I'll battle you then. I need something to wake me up so I can search for more food.> It said slowly, backing up a few feet so it could easily start an attack. <I'll let you go first so you can do something to wake me up.> [/center]
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Post by luigi on Feb 19, 2009 23:15:56 GMT -5
The idea of a battle seemed to have gotten the fellow ground-type's interests somewhat, the hippo appearing to peer at Watson in an intruiged manner about what the Larvitar had just said over the issue, ignoring the suspicous glares that Marcus was giving it, before eventually speaking up after a few moments apparently thinking over the issue, saying it was happy to battle against Watson, as it needed something to wake it up properly so it could head off in search of more food. Watson nodded- that made sense. However, he knew this would not be a particularly easy battle on his side, as none of the attacks he currently knew at this point really DID that much damage against pok'emon of his own type- but he was going to do his best to try, for the Hippopotas's sake. Beside- his master Hershlin seemed capabable enough of figuring out effective strategies- maybe he might even be able to come up with a battle style that would help his moves to do more damage, perhaps? But- Watson didn't spend too long thinking about this, as he had already noticed that the fellow ground-type had backed up a few feet so that it could easily start an attack, before saying that it would let Watson and Hershlin take the first move. Watson turned to Marcus, saying, "Hershlin cannot understand me...but he can comprehend what you say, because you Psychic-types can communicate mentally with anyone. Tell him that iv'e agreed to have a battle with the Hippopotas to try and take it's mind off food for a while, alright?" Marcus said, "Fine...but you owe me for this!" The psychic-type then begrudgingly explained things to Hershlin- though he didn't want to, mainly because he still didn't think the Hippopotas should be trusted the way it was being..
Hershlin hummed as Marcus told him what had transpired, saying, "Ah. Is that so? Well, if Hippopotas requires our assistance, it would be ungentlemanly to aid it the best we can- and since battling seems like the best way to go about this, and Hippopotas doesn't seem to mind, then that is what we shall do! Now Watson- you probably know as well as I that the damage-causing moves you know will not have much effect on Hippopotas due to type disadvantage. However- they are both Psyical-based attacks- and your know Leer. Therefore, if you use Leer enough times, those moves should gradually do a lot more damage than they usually do, no?" Hershlin smiled sligthly, before saying, "Therefore- first, start off with a Leer, and then use a Scratch- and try to aim for more vunerable parts of the fellow ground-type so your attack may do a bit more damage." Waston nodded as he took the suggestions in, before looking straight at the hippo and fixing it with a stern glare with his ruby-shaded eyes, which should lower the fellow ground-type's defenses a little. After using Leer, Watson would look over the Hippopotas carefully for any parts of the body which seemed like a better target than others, before unexpectedly going forth with a raised paw, attempting to Scratch at the hippo's most ovbious weak point- near it's eyes-with the paw. Though it looked stubby, because Watson was part Rock-type, it was most certainly sharp if moved in the right manner: and hopefully, despite it being a Normal-type attack, which wouldn't often do too much damage to a ground-type- it would do at least a fair amount of damage to the Hippopotas.
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Post by day on Feb 20, 2009 11:29:02 GMT -5
To the Hippopotas, the glow of the Larvitars eyes came too quickly. She hadn't been expecting the attack to come quickly, or from a distance. She couldn't exactly feel her phyiscal defense dropping, but she could feel the fear that was welling up inside her gut. She wanted to be away from the Larvitar and to not be in this battle. She was more than awake already and the only thing that kept her here was her word that she would battle.
Now awakened, she also knew what she had to do to at least stay alive. But before she could execute anything, the Larvitar was running at her, claws unsheathed and somewhat deadly. Even more frightning was that he seemed to be aiming at her face. She closed her eyes and felt the claws rip at her eyelids and the skin around her eyes before she dared to open them.
When she did open them again, she was angry. This Larvitar was trying to scratch up her face! She wasn't going to let that happen. With a flourish, she forced the sand, dirt and snow beneath her into a mini-tornado. It was supposed to be a Sand Attack, but she didn't argue when nature decided to add snow to the mix too. [/size]
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Post by luigi on Feb 20, 2009 20:14:20 GMT -5
Hershlin's desicion to keep Watson a good distance from Hippopotas whilst using Leer had seemingly been a good one on his behalf, for as his compainon eyed the other pok'emon off with that stern glare, the hippo seemed to have been taken by surprise by this move- possibly expecting the Larvitar to attack first, and then use a defensive move, and the gentleman thought he saw the pok'emon shudder ever so slightly in response to the slightly un-nerving stare from Watson, before somewhat reluctantly facing the direction of the two again ~ it didn't really look like it wanted to be here, to be quite honest. Hershlin shook his head- he didn't like having to attack wild pok'emon either, but he couldn't train Watson up to a good level that he could challenge the gym leaders with and not get beaten within the first two moves, so sadly- he had little choice in the matter, either. It was either he train his compainon and be ready for dangers that might come their way, or be unprepared and face the consequences- and since Hershlin had heard plenty of that nasty team that was supposed to lurk around this reigon, it was better to be prepared...no matter how guilty the battling might make him. However, Marcus held no sympathy for the Hippopotas at all, since he still didn't trust it and all, and snickered audibly as he saw the fear on the ground-type's face. It served the spy right, to be punished in such a way. It didn't deserve any sympathy. Perhaps this was a little nasty of the Ralts- but since he saw himself as a 'defender of justice' that protected the weak, perhaps it was only natural that he would see a pok'emon that- in his eyes, had probably hurt lots of innocent creatures- be punished. However, Hershlin heard the Ralts's sniggering, and said, "Please don't laugh at Hippopotas- one must be respectful to their opponent in a battle of wits, and not belittle them..." The Ralts said, rather reluctantly, "Fine..." But he resumed sniggering five seconds later- but in his mind, where Hershlin wouldn't be able to hear him. It seemed the Ralts had little sympathy for those he thought of as 'villans that hurt the innocent'...as Hershlin turned away from the psychic-type to re-focus on the battle in front of him, he saw Watson execute his Scratch- the Hippopotas having little time to do anything other than quickly close her eyes as the attack hit home, ripping slightly at the skin around the other ground-type's face before the Larvitar retreated.
However, Watson did- unlike Marcus- show sympathy- he didn't deliberatly aim right at the ground-type's eyes and try to blind it, but aimed for the face, as Hershlin had advised. He didn't want to be a cruel pok'emon that would do anything to win...that would hardly be 'gentleman-like', as Hershlin might say. However, the attack had seemingly angered the pok'emon, the hippo looking like it was glaring at the Larvitar before moving around quickly- which whipped the sand, dirt and snow beneath it into a minture twister- and the volley of wind headed right for Watson. Watson closed his eyes quickly and braced himself, but despite him not getting any sand in his eyes due to his relfexes, the bits of ice-cold snow inside the tornado buffetted him as the wind whirled past, the ground-type shuddering in pain at it: getting hit with that snow was like being hit by a giant hunk of ice, and because he, as a Rock/Ground type, was very weak against ice, it took a good chunk off his health. Hershlin said, "Hmmm...that snow that was in that attack Hippopotas just used could be problematic if we don't be careful: the pok'emon will probably use the same attack again, on seeing it did bad damage to you and all- but do not worry, my friend. I will do my best to help you with this situation. Use Leer again, and this time, follow it up with a Bite~ Bite has a small chance of making the opponent flinch, and if the hippo flinches- well, it shall be very hard for it to do anything at all this turn." Watson nodded, shivering slightly as he shook the snow that had fallen on him from the Sand-attack off, before giving the hippo an intense glare- the damage he'd previously taken seeming to urge him to try and make the Leer mroe affective, in a way. If the hippo was scared by the attack, as it had been before, Watson would use the pok'emon's hesitation to his advantage, and launch himself open with a gaping mouth, attempting to snap it shut on the pok'emon's body. If, however, the Hippopotas didn't seem scared by Leer, the Larvitar would slowly walk around, as if he was in pain and unable to attack- and when Hippopotas got close to him to try and take advantage of this, he'd jump forward and snap his jaws shut on the most obvious target of the pok'emon- which in Hippopotas's case, would be it's very large nose. With a target like that, the attack would be harder to evade- but it all depended on wether or not Leer frightened the hippo or not, really..
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Post by day on Feb 27, 2009 18:11:52 GMT -5
Hippopotas was startled by the snickering Ralts and wished a death wish on the annoying Lum Berry-head. If she ended up winning this little battle, she'd eat him, Lum Berry and all. It was because of Ralts that the Hippo pokemon was suprised, once again, by the Leer. The glowing red eyes burrowed into her mind, lowering her defense again. She tried to shake it off, but had little success. It felt like she was battling two pokemon at once, the Ralts on the mentel level and the Larvitar on the physical level. <No fair! Two against one is cheating!> She called, trying to even what she thought was an unfair fight. She charged foreward, wanting this competition to end, and fast. She used Pound on Larvitar only to find that the dinosaur was aiming at her face again, this time with it's teeth instead of sharp claws. She stumbled to a stop and screamed in pain when the Larvitar bit her nose. She shook her nose wildly, trying to get the stupid pokemon off. [/center]
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Post by luigi on Feb 27, 2009 23:09:50 GMT -5
As Hershlin watched on from the sidelines silently, it seemed that the opponent that Watson was battling against seemed a little...distracted for some reason, looking over at Marcus and glaring daggers at him, even though it seemed to the human that Marcus hadn't done anything- whom couldn't hear the psychic-type still snickering at the 'spys' misfortune because tMarcus was laughing in his head at the pok'emon- but he soon clicked onto the fact that Marcus was still being a little bit nasty in this regard, for the fellow ground-type that Watson was fighting looked infuriatingly angry~ and such a reaction couldn't be caused by a pok'emon that was just minding it's own buisness! Hershlin turned to Marcus and gave him a glare that could have cut through steel, dissaproving of the Ralts behaviour eniterly- and Marcus instantly stopped laughing when he saw the look he was being given. Not for the stupid 'spy': but so Hershlin didn't end up recalling him into that cramped pok'eball! The old guy didn't look too happy at what he'd done, and Marcus didn't think Hershlin was a person you'd want to get angry...however, as Hershlin turned his attention back to the battle at hand now that he was assured Marcus had stopped being so nasty to their opponent mentally-wise, it seemed as though: as horrible as the actions of the psychic-type had been, it had given Watson an opening to use his Leer, the ground-type seeming to shiver as it's defenses were lowered yet again. The ground-type spoke out then, saying in pok'emon language that two against one was cheating, which prompted Marcus to smirk and say, "Well, YOU shouldn't have been spying on us in the FIRST place, you little sneak! You're gettin' appropriately punished for your devious ties with the 'Masked Maruderer'...don't expect ME to feel sorry for you! And besides- it's not two against one, because only stupid Watson there's attackin' you." Watson wisely chose to ingore this taunting- as he had to concentrate on the match at hand here.
It seemed that this was a good desicion on his part, as because he was concentrating, he saw the hippo charge towards him, attemtping to get an attack in, and was able to latch onto her nose with a quick Bite before she could get her own move in. The pok'emon taking the Bite screamed and shook her nose wildly, flinging Watson into the air: but Hershlin had seen this comming. Any pok'emon would try to get something biting them off- and even though Watson would take a bit of pain when he finally landed, it also presented an opportunity- for an aerial assualt. Speaking out quickly, Hershlin said, " Watson! Try to land on Hippopotas's back when you come down, and use a Scratch as you fall! The different direction in move might catch the Hippopotas off-guard, and do a good deal of damage - the faster we end this, the better...I don't really want to drag this out and cause that poor creature more pain. If Hippopotas is still standing after your Scratch, try another Leer- all those defense losses have to add up sooner or later." As Hershlin finished speaking, he suddenly got out Marcus's pok'eball and recalled him whilst the Ralts was watching the Hippopotas and Watson- the Ralts needed to learn that taunting his opponents was not a good thing, and the best way to do this in Hershlin's mind? Make the Ralts stay inside the pok'eball he hated for a while so he could learn his lesson. Sometimes, you had to be tough with you pok'emon for their own sakes...
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Post by sunny on Feb 28, 2009 20:30:07 GMT -5
The Hippopotas shook her head wildly, her nose was a very sensitive part of her body and right now it felt like it was being ripped off. Squeals of pain came from her mouth instinctively and she tried to smack the attached Larvitar into a couple of trees, trying to loosen the grip on her nose.
As the pokemon finally was dislodged, the Hippopotas stood still, not sure where the pokemon went, but no really caring. She was sure it would be a while before it attacked again and as she rubbed her nose gently another glare was directed towards the Marcus and her last comment, before he vanished into his ball, much to her relief was. <It's not nice to pick on girls!> she cried in disgust of the abnoxious Ralts.
The sudden appearence of the heavy pokemon on her back made her stubby legs buckle and as the skin on her was torn away, she reacted quickly, flipping into her back and hopefully crushing the pokemon underneath her weight. She quickly called upon her another Sand-aTTack letting the mix of debris and snow hurl towards the pokemon as she scuttled further away not making eye contact with the pokemon, she didn't need any more piecing red eyes burned into her mind thank you very much.
Her stomach growled and her eyes grew lidded and heavy, the lack of food in her was taking a toll on her health. She was growing tired and decided she would have to end this battle soon or else she might just faint.
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Post by luigi on Mar 2, 2009 17:50:32 GMT -5
The Hippopotas shook it's head much like a bull might do in one of those old-fashioned rodeoes where the rider tries to stay on the bull as long as possible, squealing and attempting to smack Watson into some surrounding foilage in her extreme pain, however- though Watson got hit by the trees, the fact he was a dual Rock and Ground type prevented him from being too battered when the hippo thrashed amongst the trees wildly - however, he took a mental note of the fellow pok'emon's reaction to having it's nose attacked as he was flung off by the pok'emon's frenzied movements : the thrashing around must have hurt the fellow pok'emon a little too, and so he decided it probably wasn't a good idea to bite there again - he wanted to win this battle fairly, thank you: not by winning through deliberatly making the opponent lose their temper. That hardly sounded fair...as he attempted to fall back down onto the hippo like Hershlin had advised, the fellow ground-type seemed distracted by Marcus's last comments before he'd been forceably recalled, calling out that it wasn't nice to pick on girls as she nursed her sore nose. Watson had to agree with this - and he hoped the Ralts would learn a lesson about deliberatly taunting folks HE thought were bad - though he called himself a 'defender of justice' the Ralts had to learn that not EVERYONE he THOUGHT was bad actually was so. But now wasn't the time to think over such matters - he had to focus on the match at hand, here. Because Hippopotas was distracted, Watson was able to land on her back easier than he thought he'd be able to do, and as soon as he landed, he made a swipe at the fellow ground-type's back, slightly reluctantly. He didn't like having to 'beat up on' fellow pok'emon to get levels any more than Hershlin did: but sadly, he didn't have any choice in the matter. However, it seemed as though the fellow ground-type sensed his reluctance, for mere seconds after taking the attack, she flipped over, pushing the Larvitar into the ground for several seconds that felt like hours to the pok'emon as he cringed in pain, feeling the surpessing weight seem to get heavier and heavier...although he had hard skin and all, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
However, just when it seemed like he was about to be crushed, the hippo scuttled away, making his Leer for this turn pretty much useless as she wasn't facing him: and worse, as he recovered from being sat on, the wild pok'emon sent another snowy Sand Attack at him, catching him off-guard andd getting into his eyes: as well as doing bad damage due to the ice in it. The Larvitar shuddered in pain. he couldn't take any mroe of those hits- and now his accuracy had been dropped. All because he'd shown sympathy to his opponent...it cut the kindly pok'emon like a kinfe to think someone would take advantage of his kindness in such a way, and got back up shakily- but determined to try and finish this. It seemed the Hippopotas had taken a toll from his last attack too, for as he turned his attention back to the ground-type, he saw the pok'emon was looking a little tired... Hershlin spoke up then, saying, "You look badly injured from that last move...we can't have you get hurt like that again...so we must try to end this now. While Hippopotas has it's back to you, try and catch it with a Scratch from behind by sneaking up on it: if it's not paying attention to you, if you're quiet...you might be able to hit despite your accuarcy loss anyway. But if your attack fails, then get away from the hippo as far as you can-I don't want to think about what might happen if one of those Sand-attacks hit at close range, my friend." The Larvitar nodded, and attempted to try and sneak up on the hippo while it was seemingly ingoring him, hoping to be able to Scratch it despite the accuracy loss he'd just suffered...
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Post by Sprite on Mar 3, 2009 18:26:29 GMT -5
It's nasal area still burned terribly. It felt like fire rushing up and down it's snout that refused to go out. She had the urge to rub it against something, but she was convinced that would only irritate it more. That left her in a awful situation. She likely had to find warm water to soothe it soon. She was in a good news, bad news situation. Good news was that the battle was almost over. Bad news was that it was not in her favor. Not at all.
Long claws raked against her back and she screamed out in pain. What a terrible feeling. she could feel blood on her back as the wind burned against the newly created cuts. Immense pain went throughout her body as the entire battle's doings began to weigh down upon her. The hippo like pokemon's eyes pleaded for a quicker end. By now she had given up. She didn't care if she was caught anymore. She just wanted an end to fighting. She was too tired to go on. With the release of all hope, she fainted solemnly.
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Post by luigi on Mar 4, 2009 21:39:15 GMT -5
((Luigi's out of character question: What does Watson get for participating in that battle?))
As Watson snuck up on the Hippopotas from behind, he still felt the pain from the last attack stinging right through his entire body: why couldn't there be a more reasonable, logical way to get experience other than battling? He didn't like having to beat up on his 'fellow pok'emon' at all: and Hershlin didn't really seem to enjoy it all that much, either. But the chance of finding Rare Candies was few and far between - so sadly, there was no other way to gain experience...to become stronger, to be able to protect those dear to him other than battling. But the fact he had no choice in the matter didn't make him feel any better, and as he slunk up on the fellow-ground-type from behind, he muttered under his breath , "Arcues...forgive me for what me and my master have to do to get experience...there is no other way.." Once he got close enough, he reluctantly swiped at the pok'emon again, seeing as it seemed too distracted to notice he'd snuck up on it, causing the ground-type to let out a shriek of pain that seemed to revererate through both his and Hershlin's entire beings, before the wild pok'emon keeled over and fainted in what seemed a rather depressing manner. Watson sighed. He was glad that the whole thing was over, and neither him nor the Hippopotas would suffer anymore. Hershlin took off his top-hat and bowed in the direction of the fainted pok'emon, saying, "You fought vailantly...thank you for agreeing to battle with Watson and I." The gentleman doubted that the Hippopotas could hear him, but...he felt that thanking the ground-type for the match was the least he could do...
Hershlin then turned to Watson and said, "You did well too. Now -let us be kind to our opponent and do him or her a favour, shall we?" Watson looked at Hershlin, bewildered: was he going to catch it? But no, this didn't seem the case, as Hershlin went over to where the fainted pok'emon had fell and gestured as if he was going to pick it up. Watson went over and helped him, and Hershlin said, "Now...I'm going to hide this pok'emon as best as I can do, so he or she is not further attacked whilst in this state. He or she'll probably soon recover from the match if left to his or her own devices...since I don't have any revives, this is the best alternative manner I can come up with in doing something to show our appreciation before continuing on, since I would feel horrid if I caught the wild pok'emon...they seem to really enjoy their freedom, so I think it's best that it remains wild..." This said, Hershlin and Watson would both attempt to hide the Hippopotas somewhere where it couldn't be found easily before heading off - Potions wouldn't do much good on a fainted pok'emon, after all.
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Post by day on Mar 4, 2009 22:44:35 GMT -5
You defeated the Hippopotas! Watson gains a level. (Assuming you’re moving on since you didn’t try to catch her after she fainted. Correct me if I’m wrong.)
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<What're you doing?> The voice seemed to come out of nowhere. <Trainers come here alot, but they catch pokemon usually. Why'd you hide her? Why no bring her with you?> The owner of the voice was clear now. A small pink pokemon crawled from behind a nearby tree. He must have seen the battle since he was looking at Watson with awe. He had long, rabbit like ears that fell over holes in his head, which may have been his only way of hearing for all we know. He was a short pokemon, less than a foot tall. But he had the courage as a wild pokemon to stand upto a trainer and his stronger, trained pokemon, so he had to count for something, right?
::whismur:: lvl 5 [/size]
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Post by luigi on Mar 6, 2009 2:38:24 GMT -5
As Hershlin and Watson walked away from the place where they had hidden the Hippopotas, Hershlin said as they walked, "I can only hope that another trainer does not find where we hid that brave pok'emon and attempt to shove him or her in a pok'eball against their will..." Watson was about to reply audibly to this, but then remembered that because Marcus was in his pok'eball, he wouldn't be able to provide a translation for his trainer speech-wise, so therefore decided on a simple nod of the head. He agreed in this part~ he would have just felt really guilty knowing the pok'emon's freedom would be taken away because of something they'd HAD to do. Suddenly, his thoughts were intterupted by a voice seeming to come out of thin air, asking what the duo was doing. The Larvitar jumped suddenly, a shocked expression on his face- and although Hershlin hadn't understood a word of it, seeming as it had been a pok'emon that had spoke, he'd heard some sudden 'squeaks', and halted in his walking with a bewildered expression on his face, wondering just what that had been...and this internal question was soon answered when he saw a rabbit-like pink pok'emon come out from behind a nearby tree where they had hidden the Hippopotas. He recognised it as a Whismur - he'd read a little about them in books back at home, but he didn't know all that much about them - let alone why it seemed so curious about the two of them. Watson blinked at the pok'emon, saying honestly, seeing no need to lie in this case, "We are hiding a pok'emon who fought a vailant and brave battle against us so that other wild pok'emon that are more vicous than others will not attack her while she is fainted...or that other trainers don't catch her against her will."
The pok'emon seemed to look at him in an awed manner, before asking another question - which Watson thought was quite brave of the fellow - Hershlin could have been the sort of trainer to instantly ask Watson to attack the Whismur on sight, and here the normal-type was, asking questions to them...of course, he doubted Hershlin would ever ask a pok'emon of his to attack a wild on sight unless he had very good reason to or something...anyways, as Watson listened, the Whismur's question was why they had hidden the hippo, and not taken her with them. Watson turned to Hershlin, gesturing for him to let Marcus out so the Ralts could provide some translation on the part...because the Larvitar hyimself didn't know as to WHY Hershlin hadn't caught the Hippopotas. It took a few points before Hershlin got the message, and let Marcus out, whom shook hid head and instantly asked, "What was THAT for? That Hippo deserved every word I said...!" Hershlin sternly said, "No, it did not...and I highly doubt he or she was involved with that 'Masked Maruderer' you were talking about before. That was why I did that...to try and teach you that badmouthing the pok'emon we are trying to have a good battle of wits against is not a good thing.." Marcus blinked - for such a usually calm guy, the old geezer could sure get stern when he wanted to. Maybe it was best just to keep quiet on this one - he could taunt the followers of the 'Masked Marurder' the next time he saw one. Turning to Watson, he asked, "Whatta ya want, though?" Watson explained things, and Marcus nodded, before relaying the Whismur's question to the gentleman.
Hershlin blinked as the message reached him, he saying, "Oh? What an odd question. Well - I felt terribly awful about the truth that knocking that Hippopotas out was the only way in which my compainon and I would get experience in battling manners, and perhaps that is part of the reason I chose to hide the ground-type instead of capturing it...though I think the REAL reason I didn't catch him or her was: because he or she is fainted...he or she has no say on the matter of wether or not he or she WANTS to be captured...wants to lose his or her freedom in exchange for travelling with us, if he or she is fainted, am I correct? It just wouldn't be gentlemanly at all to simply chuck a ball at a pok'emon without it's permission first, as odd as that might sound...I may be a trainer, but I do try to have some decency." As Hershlin finished explaining his thoughts on the whole situation to the small pink creature, he was glad of the fact that Marcus didn't need to translate this message to Whismur too, as most pok'emon understood human language...the Ralts might be a little too strong-willed, but he didn't wish to over-work the Psychic-type in translating stuff.
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Post by day on Mar 6, 2009 11:19:04 GMT -5
THe Whismur listened to the trainer, feeling strange at his words. Like the Hippopotas before her, Whismur found the small psychic pokemon rather annoying. She tried to ignore him completely as he translated for the trainer. <You're the first trainer with any decency then. At least around here. They always come through, being loud and obnoxious. Catching anything they defeat with their lab pokemon> She stated, feeling braver now that she'd figured out that he woun't attack her outright, though the Ralts might. She kept an eye on him while still keeping her distance. She knew where the trainers got their pokemon. She might not be from around here... [/size]
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Post by luigi on Mar 9, 2009 17:28:00 GMT -5
As Hershlin finished stating his answer to the normal-type's queries, he slowly became aware that the wild pok'emon seemed to be peering at him in a curious fashion, as if the reasons he'd done what he had were very hard to believe or something. That bothered him a little...if a wild pok'emon should be so surprised and shocked that a trainer could actually have decency, did that mean that the majority of folks who started out on their journies were nothing but a pack of inconsiderate jerks that only became trainers for trival things such as power, fame or money? He'd moved here to try and get AWAY from the majority of those things, and to hear that most trainers were expected to be so nasty to wild pok'emon and have little to no concern of THEIR well-being at all, well it made his heart sink somewhat. The gentleman then spoke up again, asking conceredly, "Are...are trainers that are starting out REALLY that bad? I find that very hard to believe...surely there must be SOME folk willing to actually do what is logical- and RIGHT in a situation..." The Whismur's next words, though the normal-type didn't answer his question right away, provided an answer to Hershlin VERY clearly on the matter, once Marcus translated it, of course...apparently, he was the first trainer to actually HAVE decency of that manner around here. The new trainers apparently came through, loud and obnoxious, and catching anything they defeated with their lab pok'emon.
Watson blinked. It was rare that a wild pok'emon knew where the trainers got their pok'emon...perhaps the Whismur had been previously owned, but released back into the wild? Marcus turned to Hershlin, saying, "Dude...! Maybe...maybe the 'masked maruderer' is actually not a pok'emon as I have heard...but maybe it is a human doing all those things wrong.." Hershlin sighed, saying, "Dear oh dear...it doesn't sound too reasurring. One would think that trainers would show pok'emon the same respect they show to fellow human beings, but sadly this does not seem to really be the case here, from what you have said." He then paused, saying thoughtfully, "But then again....you don't really have to DO much to become a trainer these days, iv'e seen. Thus- this lack of knowledge leadfs to trainers having no regard for pok'emon at all, and just catching them willy-nilly, without any regard for the pok'emon involved..or the enviroment! It's a right shame, it is...there should be an organization that looks out for the safety of pok'emon and their enviroments, and teaches trainers the right way to befriend them...but then again, maybe I am having one of my 'wishful thinking' moments..." The gentleman sighed once more, shrugging slightly.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 9, 2009 18:16:33 GMT -5
The Whismur stared at Hershlin in awe, not quite sure what to make of the guy. He sure enjoyed talking to himself, and she didn’t mind listening in on it, as long as she was somehow involved. He was so much taller than she was, and had a mature, strong figure that took command of the conversation. He even made that Ralts sound childish. She quickly felt important, his feelings and concerns were directed at her, and she felt like she was the center of attention if she told whatever tale that spewed out of her mouth. Through all of this; Watson was completely ignored. She really didn’t care about him. He wasn’t saying anything anyway.
<What makes you so different though…Why are you like this? And what in the world are you talking about?> She raised an eyebrow at the Ralts. She hadn’t arrived soon enough to actually see the battle, just the ending scene where he hid the wild Pokemon away.
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