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Post by raichu on Mar 4, 2009 16:24:03 GMT -5
Meline managed to dodge it this time – a smug smile faded onto the Corsola’s lips as she swiftly manoeuvred herself away from the attack. Meline was like that – vain, fussy, and always so smug at the slightest accomplishment. “Same combo.
[/color]” Marissa sighed. It was tiring having only two moves to work with – but when Meline gained two levels, she’d learn Bubble, a new tool that would add some excitement to his monotonous, boring battle strategy. Meline was now pumped after that dodge. She glistened silver, becoming a beacon of brilliant light, before it faded once again and she hurtled towards the small, grey mutt. Hopefully, with all these Hardens and Tackles, the Poochyena wouldn’t last much longer. Shrugging off the thought, Melina concentrated on the colourless grey smudge that was her opponent. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by day on Mar 4, 2009 16:29:47 GMT -5
<Geez! Use a different move!> He cried. He would have said more, but the Tackle hit him square in the jaw, sending him reeling backwards and with a growing migraine. He staggered upwards, stumbling quite a bit. <Battles are supposed to be fun...how can anyone call this fun?> He asked himself before running foreward in a clumsy Tackle. There was no way he'd last much longer in this fight. [/size]
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Post by raichu on Mar 4, 2009 16:36:23 GMT -5
Meline frowned, her anger sparked. She was touchy on the lack-of-moves thing – Crim had already suffered several pokes because of it. <Corsola, cor, sola! Well, I’m sorry I only know two moves.> Meline snapped, tossing her head and giving the Poochyena a withering look that she was an expert at. She was now pumped; adrenaline pumped through her veins, and after that comment, it was going to be hard to bring her down. Marissa didn’t say anything – the Raichu Pokemorph just dumped her bag on the floor and planted her butt on it, surveying the battle with a faint smile on her lips, her tail still lashing behind her. Meline used the same combination – a Harden, and then a Tackle, determined to win.
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Post by day on Mar 4, 2009 17:20:24 GMT -5
It seemed that that last combo was what was needed to win. Even without the hardened silver body, the Tackle was enough to knock the Poochyena out cold. It didn't exactly hit him dead on, but the half-hearted dodge wasn't enough to completely eliminate the damage he received either. He collapsed on the ground, moaning as the last of his health left him.
The Poochyena was defeated! Meline gains 1 level. Catch the Poochyena or move on?
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Post by raichu on Mar 5, 2009 14:22:14 GMT -5
Marissa snorted at the fainted, puppy-like Pokemon. Poor thing. She felt a pang of icy guilt – strange. She hardly ever felt sympathy for anything. Maybe a few times for her own, cherished Pokemon, but never any other pitiful human or wild Pokemon. The guilt felt foreign in her veins – something she’d hardly ever experienced. With a shrug, the Raichu Pokemorph twitched her ears, disturbing her messy mop of chocolate-brown hair somewhat, and carefully stepped onwards, leaving the fainted Poochyena on the hard, rocky ground to wakes up for itself. She wasn’t interested in this grey mutt. “Well done, Meline.” Marissa said softly. The Corsola tossed her head vainly. A small, rare chuckle escaped Marissa’s lips as the Raichu Pokemorph pressed the center button of Meline’s Pokeball, sucking the Corsola into it with a flash of ruby light. After clipping the Pokeball back to her belt, the Raichu Pokemorph gracefully stepped forwards, seeing what more she would discover.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 5, 2009 17:22:33 GMT -5
There was nothing special on the Route, just a couple of trees, rocks, snow, and perhaps the occasional glance at a Pidgey or two. Unfortunately for those 'Rare-Pokemon', this was the only living thing around here that could put up any sort of a fight. They tended to be docile, and even a little cute, but you could never forget that they were wild. Uncivilized. Perhaps even dangerous when provoked by little kids throwing rocks at their nests when they aren't looking.
And guess what one of them just did? Fluttering right over the Raichu morph, and without a single warning, let out a dump right where she was about to step.
::pidgey:: x A crap load of Pidgeys.
It's a whole flock of Pidgey! But they are so docile, that the sight of a Trainer's Pokemon could send more than half of them away.What will you do?
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Post by raichu on Mar 6, 2009 12:12:39 GMT -5
Marissa grimaced as a large dollop of white Pidgey excrement landed onto her white trainer, making a large splodge across it. She grit her teeth, wrinkled her nose, and snapped her head upwards to the source of this disgusting assault. At the sight of the Pidgey, Marissa immediately sparked electricity across her tail and cheeks, the electricity curling around her long tail before dissipating. She breathed in for ten seconds, closing her eyes, before opening them again, a fire raging behind the cool brown. She wasn’t allowed to use her electrical powers on Pokemon – it wasn’t “ethically right”. Not that Marissa cared, but the experience was needed for her Pokemon. “Out, Crim.” The Raichu Pokemorph muttered, pressing the central button of Crim’s Pokeball and releasing her beloved Shinx in a flash of ruby light. She was still seething from that stupid Pidgey and it’s stupid dump. “I just want to get this over with. That Pidgey needs to be knocked out cold. Crim, Thunderbolt it.
[/color]” Marissa fumed, pointing a slender, toffee-brownish finger towards a specific Pidgey fluttering above them. Crim, happy that he could use his newly-learned move from the Wishing Well, released a massive bolt of thunder at the flying-type that his trainer had pointed at. [/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 6, 2009 16:05:21 GMT -5
The Pidgey in the air was turned into a black, burnt, and extra crispy treat for any possible predators below as it fell tot he ground. Clawed toes twitching in response with an exaggerated look of shock and despair on its face. It was obviously unable to battle. More Pidgey flew away, frightened from the sound of the Thunderbolt, and more after seeing the danger their friend was in. But two weren't going to leave their friend behind.
<Hang in there buddy!> A feisty female flied to his rescue, picking him up by the scruff with her sharp talons. Another Pidgey flew straight ahead of her, providing some cover-up so she could drag their friend to safety. Their injured comrade was quite heavy and plump, so this was turning out to be a real problem for her as she dragged harder and harder into the bushes.
<Bah. This suddenly makes my day really lousy.> The third Pidgey finally spoke, using his wings to kick up a brief Sand Attack at the Shinx. By the time the Sand Shield was gone, he disappeared as well. He chose to fly around the Shinx, attempting to find an opening without fear of electrocution. It wasn't easy. Especially since he was the cautious type that didn't like little 'catfights' like these.
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Post by raichu on Mar 7, 2009 6:59:03 GMT -5
Crim coughed and spluttered slightly at the new Pidgey’s attack. Marissa, who had been wiping the white excrement off her trainer with a scrap of cloth looked up, looking even more annoyed. “Thunderbolt again, Crim.
[/color]” She tutted, before turning back to the poo-wiping. The Shinx obediently released another bolt of thunder at the Pidgey. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by day on Mar 7, 2009 10:54:43 GMT -5
As the Pidgey spiraled through the winds lower currents, the air around him got suddenly heavy. There was too much moisture for it to be natural. Only a second later, there came streaking towards him a bolt of yellow lightning which he was just barely able to dodge. He could feel the smaller currents running up and down his body and he glided to the ground. <That hurt!> He mumbled harshly under his breath. Pausing for under a second, he raced foreward for a grounded Tackle. [/size]
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Post by raichu on Mar 7, 2009 14:12:53 GMT -5
“Let it get close, Crim – then, Ice Fang it.” Marissa said, deep in a mood swing. She stood up to her full height, the poo wiped clean off her trainer and chucked away into oblivion. Crim let himself get hit by the Tackle – fell to the ground, but flipped himself back onto his feet, seemingly still full of energy. He lunged at the now close-ranged Pidgey, his fangs crackling with ice.
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Post by sunny on Mar 8, 2009 15:09:28 GMT -5
The Pidgey was still reeling from the Thunderbolt, although he had barely grazed it, he could still feel the pain coursing throughout his body. The shear thought of another Thunderbolt hitting him made him want to flee, however the thought of his blackened, passedout friend in the shadows egged him on. He wouldn't give up so easily.
And if another Thunderbolt came, he would simply avoid it. Easy.
The Shinx counter-attacked quicker than he expected and the crackling cold fangs sank into his skin, leaving him howling in pain. The fangs froze the flesh around the bite and he winced, as he steadly felt his whole body going cold. How rare! The chances of an Ice Fang freezing were not very high. This bird though was indeed frozen, his whole body a light blue, frozen and unable to move, or even speak.
This battle was basically over until he thawed.
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Post by raichu on Mar 8, 2009 15:39:05 GMT -5
Now this Pidgey was gonna be a fried bird. “Crim, it can’t move. Thunderbolt it again.” Marissa said in her velvet voice, lashing her tail, enjoying the thought of making a Pidgey extra-crispy. She heard some tribes cooked Pidgey and eat them for dinner, long ago. Maybe she could bring that tradition back. She licked her lips teasingly, knowing she’d never really eat one – cooked Pidgey was too disgusting for her delicate palette – yet she enjoyed the thought all the same. Crim the Shinx didn’t need telling twice. He released another Thunderbolt at the frozen bird. Marissa thought about how he could easily be a good cook – he would simply keep the bird in the freezer until it was ready to be cooked.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 8, 2009 18:17:13 GMT -5
Suffering from not one, but three Super Effective Attacks, it was only natural that a Pidgey was going to be close to fainting. The only problem was that inside of it's icy prison, it wasn't aware of what was going on. The water in the ice did an excellent job of conducting the electricity, making the Pidgey a natural lightning rod. The tiny cracks inside the ice began to grow a bit, and warm air creeped inside of its jail cell.
It wouldn't be long before it could escape completely. But even after the frozen condition wore off, fainting was inevitable.
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Post by raichu on Mar 10, 2009 13:50:24 GMT -5
Marissa was getting tired of this nonsense. She began waving her tail behind her more playfully, and her eyes focused on distractions, rather than the fluttering opponent. She dipped her head in a nod towards the Shinx – Crim let loose a Thunderbolt.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 10, 2009 14:52:32 GMT -5
The Thunderbolt entered through the ice shell, like a flooded river, went right through the cracks and burst the frozen condition right off of the Pidgey. One could say that was a bad thing, because that ended up trapping the Pidgey inside a series of ice shards and electric shocks, ultimately leading to its demise.
<You...have beaten me...> It gasped out, raising it's left wing to point at the Shinx, but it was too weak to do much else, and it simply gave up, falling limp onto the ground. It needed to have a breather if it wanted it's wish of moving granted anytime soon.
Crim has gained a level. Capture?
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Post by raichu on Mar 10, 2009 15:39:14 GMT -5
Marissa tutted. “I don’t need that pathetic thing.” She said to herself simply, scooping up her beloved Shinx and dumping him on her shoulder, his favourite perch. Crim crowed happily before settling down, his tail wagging slightly. Marissa, smiling faintly, walked further, her scuffed trainers making slight sounds against the gritty ground.
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Post by day on Mar 10, 2009 16:11:52 GMT -5
Up ahead was little. Some flora, almost no fauna. The sun glittered slowly and softly through the trees that lined the trainer carved road. Then a pokemon from beneath that rich and plentiful flora pounced on trainers shoe, attempting to eat it. <Rar...RAR!
::Zigzagoon:: lvl 8
(Bleh...such a crappy post. I'm running short on creativity.)
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Post by raichu on Mar 11, 2009 13:33:04 GMT -5
“Hmm, Boppy needs training.” Marissa murmured, stroking the center button on Boppy’s Pokeball to release the nervous, edgy, trembling Boppy. <Cherub… i? Cherubi?
[/color]> The Cherubi whimpered, shaking at the sight of the Zigzagoon. Boppy was an emotional wreck 24/7 – in fact, the only reason that the heartless Raichu Pokemorph kept her was because of her Egg Move, Nature Power. Boppy had been found trying to fight off a Zubat in a tree with Nature Power, but the trembling, terrified Cherubi has been so useless that if Marissa and Crim had not stepped in to help, she would have been pummelled by the Zubat. The only reason Marissa helped was because of Nature Power – otherwise, she would have left Boppy to defend herself. “ Come on, Boppy, don’t be scared. Nature Power.[/color]” Marissa crooned, trying to calm the fruit-like Pokemon. Boppy trembled and nodded, and seeing as they were in slightly tall grass, the glowing around her body made her use a Seed Bomb. From the sky, a lashing of hard-shelled seeds fell down towards the Zigzagoon. [/color] [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 11, 2009 17:52:09 GMT -5
She hadn't been quite ready for such a strong attack to come from such a skittish opponent, but it did, and she was paying for her mistake. Grunts and moans of pain were turned into sharp yelps when one had struck the same sensitive spot on her back twice. This wasn't a move she could just "shake off", she was pretty worried now.
<Ugh...I hate it when my opponents are 'nice'.> She growled, swishing her tail recklessly from side to side, bending the tall blades of grass so they were pushed back down into the earth. It was a Tail Whip. Though it was a non-damaging attack, you wouldn't want to get in its way.
<Now watch what you've done! Now I'm mad!> Weaving through the yellowed patches of grass, her golden colored eyes narrowed at the sight of her target growing bigger as she approached. Once she felt she was at an appropriate length, she leapt up for a Tackle attack.
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