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Jun 23 2017, 06:29 PM
Ridley tossed his Pokeball back and forth as he wandered out of Crater City. This was a good idea right? Yes, yes of course it was! He liked Pokemon...he was pretty sure they liked him...(Are you sure?)...and everyone else had a big scary Pokemon that loved them, and tried to protect them...not that he was saying Sunny and Free weren't good Pokemon! He never said that! They were nice and good and didn't need to put up with him...but...but...he didn't want them to get hurt...
Shame flooded his being and he cradled his face as it flushed bright scarlet. So you're catching a Pokemon to get hurt in their place. No. No! It wasn't like that!
Free and Sunny, unfortunately, weren't out at the moment, and Ridley's own rising panic against himself rose unaltered. The hissing of bugswas undistinguished from the buzzing in his head and he pressed his hand to his brand as he continued on...the buzzing was getting closer...
(Please spawn a Syther!)
Jun 22 2017, 03:26 PM
Ridley had watched from a distance for days, just waiting for inspiration and confidence to come out of nowhere and just...hit him...and it wasn't happening. If anything, he was more scared than before. His breath was stuck in his lungs, and darkness danced on the edge of his vision, not even the presence of the fairy was doing anything to help him.
With visible effort, he closed his eyes and coughed out a breath, teeth chattering briefly before he had smothered it enough to go completely quiet. He walked through the crowds, head down, breath hitching if he so much as bumped someone.
Finally, he ended up in front of a merchant with Pokeballs, he knew the little capsules helped him get new Pokemon. New Pokemon would definitely help him. "Um-kuh...c-could I pl-please have s-some? Two? I-I got t-tokens..s-see?" He held out 200 token, trembling like a leaf and other hand reaching up to part his bangs to reveal his brand. He was just a lowly Branded, could he have this possession?
Jun 18 2017, 06:22 PM
"-and seriously, Oasis is great, Tic takes care of everyone and everything! Except Immigrants, he don't like them at all...you, you're...you don't count 'k? Thank me!
" Even now, Fleet's mouth was still running...and what a run it was. "Ooh! And then there's these weird Pokemon, I'm gonna show Cyrus then later, ok? Ok! And-and...mmm, just follow me, nobody's gonna mind you knowing where the water is!
" Fleet was clearly expecting complete obedience with his huge rambling. As far as he knew, Medic pretty much did anything he asked of him, and he'd be really irritated if here was where Medic chose to do his own thing.
...Just in case, a hand shot out to grasp Medic's, you know, just in case. His hand would be surprisingly cool despite the enormous rise in heat, he couldnt really say that much about Medic's hand but he looked really good in the heat, that was nice!
"Its great, the people here are really smart, we can take water out of the ground! Pff, and I'm really smart too , sometimes I helped build one when I was a kid, crazy huh? We'regetting water now, you look like you could use water...Buddy too, but she's tough!
" Fleet pulled along his newest Immigrant faster, an air of impatience radiating around him despite the easy smile. He practically danced
as he walked, never letting go of Medic but his grandiose gestures giving off the element of free movement anyway. "Trust me, you never, never ever saw this, it's gonna be awesome and-
A halt, and Fleet started bouncing like a child, smile stretching from cheek to cheek. "Look! Look! Look! Bring Cyrus out! This is gonna be even more awesome than I thought!
Pokemon were in the water.@Saint Judas
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Jun 16 2017, 02:10 PM
[Jani: post counted]
Well, this was something.
Samantha wasn't sure what else to say. It was really something. She was within a cave, walking within rock! Somehow, she didn't feel trapped, it was almost familiar. Now of all times she was remembering one man's words of how they could have been with other memories, it was a redundant and useless thought, but it was all she had right now.
Her Pokemon were all completely out, she thought they always deserved to know where they were. Naturally, Plasma was by her side. He carried the strange weapon-tool that had been called a "pickaxe" and seemed rather proficient at it, as did the Rocky Helmet placed upon his head, he never let it fall. He was really happy, she could practically feel the emotions radiating off of him...he was a Pokemon that loved to build and little did Samantha know, this was bringing back memories for him too...he was happy. Shell stuck even closer, terrified eyes roving over the walls with a mixture of wonder and fear. Samantha made sure to look above him, he seemed more secure with a friendly presence. Soft was naturally all over the place, the shiny rocks making his eyes dance in luminous colors. Somewhere Hunter was nearby, Samantha knew that, and occasionally spotted his scuffed scales.
Why they were here was a real question, Samantha certainly didn't seem the type for a meaningless exploration and indeed she wasn't. Yet she had started her oblong journey as a...search of humans? Something like that. And she knew Crater City was not the humans she wanted to see. Ashfield was lawless, frightening at times, but she felt confident in the anarchy, she knew she could fight any individual. Crater City was not the individual. Even the Pokemon weren't individual. She was very frightened of them, of their hierarchy, of the burn marks upon their heads, their strong Pokemon she couldnt hope to fight. She didn't like it. They were not humans she could interact with safely, not with the way she was...so she left...
...and found herself in an even stranger situation...
A strange man, many strange people in fact! And they were all...here...looking for things. She wasn't sure why, but she showed herself, and they barely blinked an eye at her. "If you want to watch, I'm going to insist you help with our resources." Samantha generally didn't have much to even do, and cautiously took the job...what could be the harm in learning about this even stranger humans?
Jun 14 2017, 07:44 PM
(Using a Bishop!)
Ridley was...terrified right now.
A fire dog tore apart a disturbingly human sized dummy to the goading of its human, and Ridley flinched as a torrent of bird feathers spewed forth, his vision speckled in red as his mind was flooded with images of what the dummy was supposed to be. A little lion coughed up bursts of flame until a target was crumbled in black and falling apart. A cat danced around a standing dummy for an agonizingly long time before a burst of energy from its red gem toppled the thing and a single slash opened up the top...for a moment Ridley remembered that was usually where the throat was...
What in Arceues's name were they all supposed to be learning here?
Free wrapped around his neck, flinching away any time a burst of poison or fire blasted dangerously close, but otherwise seemingly trying to rest upon her human. Sunny wasn't out, but he was sure that was understandable, she was still a little hurt and beyond that...he was certain she'd spray someone in this chaos.
Throughout it all, a man rode upon his striding Pokemon. It's canine face seemed friendly beyond the sharp fangs withing and it's red fur radiated heat...an Arcanine...even if Ridley didn't know it's name, he knew it was very majestic, and found himself standing to attention and screwing his eyes shut as it and the man approached. "What are you doing?" The voice was deep, authoritive, for a moment Ridley could have sworn the voice came from the Arcanine. The man leaned past his Arcanine's shoulder as it leaned forward, and Ridley accidently touched it's fur...and then not so accidently patted her again, "H-he's so so-soft." He nearly whispered, trembling smile crossing his face as the Arcanine snorted in what seemed to be amusement and butted into his hands. Ridley didn't miss the scars upon its face, and his heart twinged. Free didn't seem scared of it, cooing toward it as it rumbled back in what seemed like a Pokemon conversation. "She. She is soft, but not in the heart, I can assure you!" The man corrected and stroked the canine in an affectionate manner before peering down at Ridley, who avoided his gaze. "You're confused, first time fighting?"
Ridley coughed out a laugh, "E-everything actually...I-I'm no good-good for most things." A hand drifted up to part his bangs and reveal his burnt forehead, "I'm just-just a li-little Branded." He blushed deeply, somehow already feeling like a disappointment before he startled as the Bishop snorted in a manner that reminded him of the Arcanine, "Nonsense, the Gods have plans for us all, even those who came into this world in your manner. Why do you think you possess a partner like yours if you were not intended to use it?" Ridley had no answer for that, and the Bishop continued, "Come. Let's see what you got." As his Arcanine trotted to a relatively unpopulated area, he turned on his Pokemon's back, "And don't any of you try to slack off!"
Ridley chased after the man frantically, skidding to a halt only to smack into the Arcanine's rump, earning him a cautionary rumble. They were facing a series of targets, rocks lined up in front and the Bishop brandished an arm dramatically, "Hit it, in any way you can." Afterward, he went completely silent, leaving it to Ridley. After a tiny moment, he realized this, and cupped his hands under his chin as he dislodged Free. The Bishop narrowed his eyes at Ridley's scars, but except for a grunt that Ridley couldn't decipher, he said nothing. Free stared up at him and eyed the field with quite a little bit of confusion, and Ridley pointed toward the targets. "Hit...hit that." To get his point across, he seized a rock and flung it, rather weakly, toward the targets.
Even with his explanation, she still seemed rather reluctant, and lifted a rock with her Vine Whip sluggishly. Her throw was true, unlike Ridley's horrendously human throw, but surprisingly sailed under the target! Free tilted her head and cooed in confusion, and the Bishop chuckled. "Common mistake. You do have to remember that things fall, no matter what, rule of the Gods I'm afraid. Watch." With a signal, he drove his Arcanine forward and her jaws flooded with smoke. Even Ridley noted how she aimed upward, not toward the target, and her flame hit true. "Simple. Isn't it?" Ridley looked toward Free, and she scrunched her little face up in determination before seizing another rock in her Vine Whips before flinging it with far more force. Surprisingly, she followed up with a melee strike with both vines as the rock pinged off the target, and the Bishop smiled in approval. His eyes rolled to Ridley's waist, noting the Pokeball, "You have another? Fine, very fine. Bring it out, it could use this."
Ridley bit his lip until it nearly went white as he slowly took out his Pokeball, keenly remembering accusations of Sunny being a demon before he finally relented and released the Stunky. Just as he expected, the Bishop frowned but not so expectedly shrugged, "Capturing a demon, impressive, let's see what it got." He kicked forward a dummy, drawing a hiss from Sunny as she darted behind Ridley, "Have her attack it."
This was more difficult than Free's, Sunny blantly ignored Ridley up until he made to tap the Stunky's flank with his foot, and she leapt forward furiously. By some trick of luck, she collided with the dummy and briefly scratched it, drawing a cry of happiness from Ridley, which she tilted her head to. "Yes! Do it again!" Cautiously, she dragged her claws over it with laborious laziness until the Bishop clicked his tongue, "No, none of that. How do you expect to win with strikes like that? Defeat your enemy, dare I say it, kill them if you must." Something about the word chilled Ridley to the bone, and even Free turned from her personal training (having moved on to launching Leech Seeds under the watchful eyes of Arcanine) and shuddered at the ugly word.
Despite his overwhelming desire to ask why, Ridley swallowed his confusion and hobbled over to Sunny's dummy, trembling like a leaf in the wing. "S-s-Sunny?...That's...that's not ri-right." He raised a shaking foot and stomped on it, "B-beat it...Hhhh-kuh...k-kill him!" A whimper escaped his jaws before he covered his ears and closed his eyes as Sunny leapt for the dummy. Now directed, she sliced it all around the top, clearly aiming for the kill.
"Good, always go for the kill. Continue."