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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 12, 2009 12:47:59 GMT -5
The combee floated lazily in front of her, scrutinizing her. Or at least so she assumed by the way he was looking at her. "Uhhh..." She was trying to think of something to say. "Uh." She shrugged, looking him straight in the eye. "Y-your name is Barlow and... I'm your trainer. I guess." Then she looked down at her shoes again, unable to meet anyone's gaze for more than a minute.
He rolled his eyes, then turned around. He was looking for an opponent to challenge when Lyra spoke up once again. "And, uhhh. My name's Lyra. Nice to meet you." This is bad. A male combee. She sighed. "Look, could you use Sweet Scent to attract a pokemon for us to battle?" He glanced back at her, over a non-existant shoulder. Then he fluttered his wings, creating a sweet smell.
She looked around. "Well... I guess we wait. Oh!" She pulled her backpack off, producing the two pokeballs she'd hid in them. "After this battle, I'll let you meet George and Jill."
[hurrr failpost i blame gary]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2009 13:08:27 GMT -5
<AHAHAHAHA. IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!> A Wild Combee appears from above Lyra’s head, drawn in from the alluring Sweet Scent. Acting like a wild and crazy helicopter, the Conbee whirled around the other Combee in rapid circles, obviously obsessed with the scent. Why, it felt like he was high on opium! Not that any of us readers would know that feeling…But apparently the Combee could relate to it, because he was pretty effing high right now.
<Peanut Butter Jelly! Peanut Butter Jelly! Peanut Butter Jelly with a baseball bat!> He screeched, using another Sweet Scent in the air to add to the delicious aroma floating around. Why, at this rate everyone in the entire route was going to head in this direction. Lyra was pretty lucky to have a Male Combee that wasn’t a drug addict.
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 12, 2009 13:35:47 GMT -5
"Wh-" There was a mad pokemon flying around above her head. It was flying around, almost completely oblivious to them. "Is that a stoner Combee?" She squinted at it, trying to make up her mind. Evidently Barlow decided that ruining the other Combee's fun would be great, so he sent a Gust flying at it.
<Aren't there any female Combee around here?> Barlow complained. <The lack of chicks is disgusting me.> He knew female Combee were rare, but all this meant to him was that it'd be more of a challenge getting a girlfriend. And he liked that.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2009 13:46:17 GMT -5
<Peanut Butter Jelly! You guys are NOT doing it!> The Combee fluttered down to get a better look at the human and her Combee. He was pretty disappointed at them for using a Sweet Scent, and not do anything that was even remotely interesting. What a lame party this was turning out to be. But as long as he knew that he was still a party hard party dude; all was well. The Combee returned Lyra’s squint by squinting right back at her, as if trying to figure out if she had a big zit on her face or if it was only a freckle.
<Laaaammme. I’m out- WHOA TORNADO!> The Combee cried as the Super Effective Gust attack blew him right into a tree trunk. He whimpered as he slowly sunk down to the base, swirls in his eyes as he was temporarily dazed. It almost looked as if he fainted on the spot, but he was soon back up and dancing faster than two drunks trying to do a hoedown.
<Peanut Butter Jelly in yo face!> He squealed in a rage, shooting a weaker Gust attack back at the Male Combee. Guess who was stronger, eh? But he had speed! All party hardy dudes had speed! If not the drug, then the act of being fast worked too!
::combee::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 12, 2009 15:10:18 GMT -5
<Peanut butter jelly my ass.> Barlow snorted. He could be nasty when he wanted to, though usually he preferred having fun. But he was blown back by a strong gust of wind from the other combee. He flew back smack into Lyra, nearly knocking her over. He flew up again, getting his wings ready for another Gust.
I could just send George in and finish this quick... But Barlow needs the training. The girl was contemplating their situation when Barlow was blown by into her. "Woah!" She regained her balance just as he flew into the air again. "Er... Barlow, use Gust!" The combee snorted, but used the attack anyway.
Lyra fingered George's pokeball. George didn't fight very much, but he had a type advantage in this fight. So did Barlow, but then again, they were both super effective against each other.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 12, 2009 15:28:49 GMT -5
<Peanut butter jelly my ass.>
The Wild Combee definitely didn't like that statement; who disses peanut butter jelly? It had to be the best human food out there! But there was always one meal that could beat the peanut butter jelly sandwich, and that happened to be Honey. Why, he had glob of honey on him, actually. He loved to gather it! And when he ate it, he always got super duper hyper. He would gladly stop singing his favorite song if it meant getting some honey.
<My Gust is stronger!> He shouted in hopes of frightening the other Combee away, but there was some sense of male pride that chained the two Combee in place. It wasn't often when he had to fight his own species, in fact, this was a first.
He was blown farther and farther away from the Gust attack, damaging him until he started to fight back with his own Gust. The enemy Combee's Gust was pushed back somewhat, but he was far from giving up. The only problem was that the two appeared to be even in power, with Lyra's Combee having the slightest advantage.
::combee::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 13, 2009 11:57:51 GMT -5
This time, however, Barlow was ready for the Gust attack. He flew slightly higher into the air, avoiding the attack. He glared down at the other Combee, trying to intimidate it. Unfortunately a Combee isn't very scary, so he really just looked silly. Then he flapped his small wings, sending another Gust at his opponent.
<Hey buddy, do you have any female relatives? Because I realized I haven't gotten any action in a while.> The bee Pokémon grinned evilly at the wild Pokémon. <A whore is just what I need.> Oooh, burn. If that didn't enrage the other Combee, nothing would. And besides, most Combee knew at least one girl, and if they did it was probably related to them.
Lyra had no idea what they were doing, but Barlow was starting to look pretty evil. If only Combee could learn Taunt. She thought, watching the battle with interest. It seemed her Combee could handle himself.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 13, 2009 15:12:23 GMT -5
The weak Combee shriveled up at the Gust attacks, having been surprised that Barlow had managed to dodge his own had caught him off guard. His game was off. His tune. His rhythm! His beat! He scrambled around in circles, trying to predict where the painful gusts of wind would land, but he ended up getting hit in the center from the move. It hurt; sending him down into the ground due to Barlow’s superior angle. With a weak moan, the Combee tried to rise up into the air once more, but there was no more strength within his body. He was KO’d by a man whore looking for sex.
::combee::
Wild Combee is defeated! Barlow gains a level!
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 13, 2009 20:50:18 GMT -5
"Well, I guess that's that." Lyra stood up straight, hands on her hips. She felt more at home now that she'd witnessed a real live pokemon battle. Barlow was too busy making faces at the fainted Combee to notice. "Hope he wakes up soon, before night falls." She started to trudge off, then stopped.
"Oh! Right!" She lifted up the two pokeballs, simulataneously pressing the white buttons. They released a Cyndaquil and a Totodile.
The Cyndaquil looked pleasantly up at his trainer, content with himself. He yawned, sitting back down on the warm ground. It was a lovely summer day, perfect for a fire type such as him. The birds sang and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Life was good, or at least it was to George. Then he saw the Combee, and remembered that Lyra had a new pokemon. He plodded over to the flying bee. <Hiya, I'm George.>
The Totodile seemed very calm for one of her kind. Normally, her species would be dancing around right about now. But she seemed to be taking in all of her surroundings, as if analyzing them. Every little noise drew her attention, as if she was certain something would pop out. Jill always thought that because of her partner's lack of attention span, she had to be the one to watch out. And that was exactly what she did. Of course, it took her a while to get to the Combee. <Oh. Hiya, newbie.> She lazily greeted him.
<Suck it, kiddos.> He snorted at them. George didn't seem offended, and lazily scratched his back. However, Jill glared angrily at Barlow, trying to figure out if she should Scratch him or not. While she was staring, Lyra apparently made the decision for herself. She returned Barlow to his pokeball.
"C'mon guys."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 14, 2009 12:31:43 GMT -5
A Sunkern was lying in the middle of the path with several bright red leaves lying around his fallen body. It seemed unnatural for such a Pokemon to choose this as a resting place, so one had to deduct that he had fallen out of the tree while asleep. Or he might’ve been pushed from the tree. Only one Pokemon knew the answer to that, and he was quickly moving in on his target. A hungry Weedle’s shadow was hovering over the Sunkern’s body as he watched him sleep from the tree branches. Shooting a small String Shot at the ground, he started climbing down it secret agent style and landed next to the Sunkern.
<Ehehehe…you are mine now.> His eyes glittered with a sinister spark, his intentions were not good, and that was clear once he started biting into the Sunkern’s body. Funny thing was, the Sunkern didn’t wake up after he bit into him. Maybe he was dead?
::sunkern:: ::weedle::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 14, 2009 12:56:45 GMT -5
Lyra yawned, stretching her arms out high above her head. She spotted a nearby tree, and deduced that it would be a good place to nap. "I'm gonna go nap, guys. Watch out for me." She layed her sleeping bag down on the floor to use as a mattress, and promptly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Jill and George were occupied. The Cyndaquil's sharp eyes thought they detected movement, but he didn't see much. That wasn't until Jill pointed it out for him, though. <Look!> There was a Weedle creeping up on a Sunkern. She was clearly horrified as the Weedle bit into the Sunkern. George, naturally slow on the uptake, yawned, and only a second after Jill had started off did he realize what he was witnessing.
The Totodile raced off, determined to stop the Weedle. George wanted to help, too, but he realized Jill probably wanted to do this by herself. He'd stay and watch to make sure they were safe.
Jill slapped the Weedle away with an Aqua Tail. <Stop that!> She hissed at the wild pokemon. <Pick on someone your own size!> She wasn't usually a witness of wild pokemon eating other wild pokemon, so she had no idea what to do. That was apparent in her Aqua Tail, because she'd probably just unknowingly started a fight.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 14, 2009 13:33:26 GMT -5
The sounds coming from around him aroused the Weedle enough to make him look up from his leafy snack, and what he saw he didn’t like. Two Pokemon were glaring at him, and one was even telling him to stop eating. Just who did they think they were, Pokemon Rangers?! He scoffed at the idea of such wimpy Pokemon belonging to a Pokemon Ranger, and he clutched his meal with his many arms. If they thought he was going to share this with them, or give it up completely, they were wrong! It was his! He earned his meal! No one could stop him from living another day, even if it meant eating another Pokemon in the process. His eyes held the same sinister spark that they had once he first acquired his prize, and there was no way he was letting go of it.
<It’s mine, I tell you, mine!> He cried as the Aqua Tail pried him off of his Sunkern, drops of water lingering on his body as he slowly stood back up. Okay. So maybe he sorta deserved that one, and maybe he needed it before he went crazy. But his stomach was calling all of the shots from here on out, and if this Totodile was going to stop him from eating, she was going to die.
<You’re next!> He pointed an arm at the Cyndaquil, shaking it as his eye was twitching subconsciously. After that warning, he was able to focus his efforts on the Totodile. He shot out a Poison Sting at her face, since it was the only damage dealing move he knew. The Weedle snickered after he released it, imagining her getting hit had brought great satisfaction to him.
::Weedle::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 14, 2009 13:52:03 GMT -5
The Weedle didn't seem to be in any sort of mood to give up its prey. The Totodile narrowed her eyes, glaring at it thoughtfully. The Weedle shot out poisonous darts, directly at her face; She jumped to the side, avoiding them. Slowly, she advanced on the bug type, using a Leer attack to lower its defenses. Then she rushed at it, swinging her tail around for another Aqua Tail.
George watched the battle, wincing when the Weedle sent out its Poison Sting. Jill managed to dodge it succesfully, though. The Sunkern looked so helpless out there on the battlefield, so discreetly he began creeping toward it. He intended to drag it out of harm's way, where no stray attacks could hit it. Once he reached it, he wrapped his arms around it and began to drag it back, hoping the Weedle didn't notice.
Lyra was still asleep.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 14, 2009 14:41:10 GMT -5
The Weedle ducked out of the way of the next Aqua Tail, readying a super sticky attack in his mouth until he couldn’t contain it anymore. He blasted a giant wad of String that Shot right out of his mouth and around the Totodile, preparing a circular trap for her as he made the string coil around her closer and closer. It wouldn’t be safe to wait for the string to reach her, and it wouldn’t be safe to walk over it all. At the very least, it would slow her down and lower her evasiveness, but it shouldn’t do any damage. Unless she tried to pull it off. Now that would hurt.
<Ohhhh, you stupid little twit! Get ready for some insane moves!> The Weedle cried as he worked his way around their battlegrounds. His feet scampered across the grass as he maneuvered around various materials, such as sticks and rocks, and stopped at the very border of his String Shot trap. Like he was stupid enough to get into his own String Shot. He mocked the very idea in his head as he prepared to shoot something else out of his mouth. Something…poisonous. He spit out a series of Poisonous Needles at the Totodile in order to make things much more difficult for her. And he wanted to win his lunch back. So this worked out very well.
Since he was enjoying the battle so much, and torturing the Totodile was just so much fun, George managed to successfully sneak in and swipe his meal away. Not that he cared at the moment. It was better that his meal wasn’t in harm’s way. Why, once he was done with Chompers over here, he was going to kick that Cyndaquil’s butt!
::weedle::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 15, 2009 11:37:59 GMT -5
Jill began tearing at the string with her teeth, enraged beyond belief that this lowly bug-type dare do this to her. Why, he was nothing but a filthy murderer! But as her head was bowed, she failed to see the Poison Sting. It hit her forehead, driving her back and causing her to cry out in pain. Gritting her teeth, she began tearing at the string once again, trying to ignore how much her head smarted.
Finally, she tore her arms free of that foul stuff. She rushed the Weedle, hardening her claws in preparation for a Metal Claw. She aimed directly for his face, intent on making him bow down and beg for mercy. <Bastard!> She yelled. She wanted to hurt him.
Meanwhile, George was trying to shake the Sunkern awake. <Hey. Hey. You okay?> He used one claw to jostle it, a worried expression etched on his face. I hope it's not dead... He thought, frowning. Please let it just be sleeping. He didn't want a Pokemon to die on his watch, even if it hadn't been his fault.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 18, 2009 9:09:55 GMT -5
The Metal Claw scraped against his chest as his flexible body moved backwards like the waves in the ocean, him moving back towards the Totodile was only natural for him. Except this time he had his head tilted downwards with his horn aimed at the Totodile’s heart. No, he wasn’t pretending to be Cupid. And no, this wasn’t some silly Horn Attack move. It was just another variation of the move Poison Sting, except this one looked pretty painful if it was a direct hit. His poisonous horn glowed a dim purple as the poison built up towards the tips, leaking out of it in several drips of the toxic liquid as he struck at his opponent. The attacks were starting to add up on him, and he wanted to knock his opponent out as soon as possible.
<Hey. Hey. You okay?>
The Sunkern’s eyes started to twitch as he felt his body being probed with something soft; a Pokemon’s hands, perhaps? Once his feelings of touch and pain started to awaken in him, the bite marks on his side started to rage with pain. It woke him right up with a sharp gasp, his head struggling to lift up while fighting the dizzy feeling that started to take over. Apparently falling from trees gave you headaches. And waking up after passing out made you dizzy. Both were very good facts to know for the Sunkern, since he was still trying to figure out what in the world had happened to him.
<I was in a tree…I didn’t fall, did I? I never fall. Never.> He grumbled, feeling like a teeny weenie bit of his pride was hurt in the matter. He was so confident in his tree sleeping abilities. This would be a painful mark on his record. He turned to the Cyndaquil, as if trying to recognize the face, and then turned to face the battle with sleep-filled eyes. He was still getting his thoughts together, but at least he could form coherent sentences.
::sunkern:: ::weedle::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 18, 2009 9:46:58 GMT -5
Since the Sunkern was out of her way, she could now go all-out with her attacks. However, something seemed wrong. The Weedle lowered its head, pointing its horn down towards her. Everything seemed to go in slow-mo; she willed herself to move, arching her back. The horn scraped her stomach, dealing intense pain. That only served to make her angrier.
The combination of pain, anger, and poison in her blood was making her see spots of colors. She narrowed her eyes, pinpointing the Weedle's exact location. Then she turned, aiming for his head with her Aqua Tail, intent on slamming it against him as hard as she possibly could. Only then would she be willing to give up and lie down on the ground.
<I don't know what happened.> George said honestly. <All we know was that Weedle was... Uh, picking on you.> He definitely didn't want to reveal that the Sunkern had nearly been eaten. Instead, he changed the subject. <So, uhm... Does that hurt too much?> He pointed at the bite wound, then winced. The other pokemon might not have noticed it up until then.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 18, 2009 10:36:07 GMT -5
The Aqua Tail smacked the Weedle far, far away from the Totodile. In fact, he was sent flying in some type of weird somersault loop, where he ended up landing right on his back. The Aqua Tail had him soaking wet in some kind of cold, liquidy stuff that flowed out of her tail. He had only hoped it wasn’t urine. He shuddered as he started to grow cold, very cold. His whole body was trembling as he attempted to stand back up to fight his poisoned opponent, but he was too weak to actually fight her. He growled, glaring at her until he fell to the ground in submission. Well, he actually fainted. But that was submissive, right?
Wild Weedle has Fainted! Jill gains a level!
<All we know was that Weedle was... Uh, picking on you.>
The Sunkern looked at George oddly, as if trying to figure out what he meant by ‘picking on him’. If it had anything to do with the pain, then he didn’t need to question it anymore. He sighed in frustration as he slowly started to stand upright, nearly falling down until he saved himself from a painful landing. He got right back up, sighing in relief. <Yeah, it feels like I was eaten alive.> He muttered, shaking his two leaves at the top of his head, forcing himself to shake off the pain. It was unbearable, yes, but he had to try and bear it as best as he could!
<I’m sorry to trouble you two, and I’ll try not too anymore. You’ve already took care of the culprit for me. I give you my thanks.> He replied, bowing his head even though he was clearly troubled. He started wondering whether he was going to have to leave first, or if these two kind Pokémon would. Gah. He always hated good-byes. They took a lifetime and a half, every single time. Plus, they tended to be very awkward for him. Like right now.
::sunkern::
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Post by lyrabutt on Aug 18, 2009 10:46:56 GMT -5
The Weedle fell down, too exhausted to fight back. Jill was breathing heavily, the poison coursing through her. Her whole body felt heavy, as if the Weedle's stinger had been filled with lead. She tried to drag herself over to George, but her legs would obey her. Gritting her teeth, she fought just to stay standing.
The Sunkern had bid goodbye to them, but George wasn't going to hear it. <But... you're hurt!> he was surprised the Sunkern even wanted to leave. <What if that Weedle wakes up and attacks you again? We... we can't leave some in nee... nee-> It was then that he noticed Jill, frozen in place. <Oh no! Jill!> He raced over to her.
<George, I'm- I'm f-fine.> The words were a lie, she knew. The longer she stayed standing there, the more the poison would take effect. The Cyndaquil wouldn't hear it, though, and being the stronger one, he began to drag her back over towards Lyra, who was just now waking up.
"Oh no! Jill, what happened to you?" The girl was worried; had they been fighting without her? "All I have are these potions..." She pulled them out of her bag, spraying Jill's wound with them. The poison would hopefully diminish after a while, but for now Jill was still in pain. Finally, the Totodile relaxed her control. She crashed to the ground.
Lyra returned her to her pokeball.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 18, 2009 11:14:59 GMT -5
Feeling bad for the Totodile, the Sunkern merely watched on with a heavy heart in the distance, feeling like the third wheel. He sensed that even though the Cyndaquil cared for his safety, it was time for him to move on. He was a loner after all; he never did feel that well in groups. With a slight bow of his head, he departed into the underbrush in search of some health bringing gifts for his own body. Who knows? Maybe George will see him again someday.
<Hehehe…Welcome, girls and boys. I’m Santa Clause, and I bear thee tons of toys!> A rhyming Spinda arrived onto the scene as it danced and twirled with delight. Tossing random things it found on the ground, such as Oran Berries, Cheri Berries, rocks, sticks, ribbons, oh! And a Pecha Berry! That seemed pretty darn helpful. Other young Pokemon seemed curious about this odd one, but instantly hid when the Spinda threw a rock at them. Some of the Spinda’s ‘gifts’ were hurled over to George, making her appearance one unpleasant surprise.
Take the Pecha Berry?
::spinda::
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