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"Strong Pokemon, weak Pokemon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled trainers win with their favorites" - Karen, E4
Did someone say missions? Because I think I just heard someone say missions. Current Tourney Leaders James Ramos - 2/0 Randy Savage - 2/0 Breia Exarch - 1/0 Daniel Genrud - 1/0 Sophia Blackwell - 1/0 Zackary Joel Ortega - 1/1 Devlin - -0/70 |
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| A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Pokecenter... | |
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| Topic Started: May 31 2009, 02:58:29 AM (508 Views) | |
| Breia | May 31 2009, 02:58:29 AM Post #1 |
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...There were a lot of people here. Lady Breia Exarch the Second, modern day royalty and a lady of exquisite upbringing, huddled in the corner of her chair, conveniently located in the corner of the Pokecenter farthest away from, well, everything else. Oh, coming here to meet people had sounded like a great idea at first, but she had barely gotten through the front door when she had realized just how many people were milling about, how loud the place was, and how quickly her courage was dissipating in the slightly-stale odor of some of the less commonly showering trainers who happened to be in the vicinity. She had lamely proffered Alex for a completely unnecessary healing to explain her presence - not that anyone other than her cared -, then quickly made for the quietest area of the Pokecenter in the vague hope that something good would happen. So far, unless one counted Alex's incessant preening and new habit of using her hat as a nest, nothing of the "good" variety had happened. Since she was pretty sure that Alexander's aforementioned actions were NOT good, and were in fact rather a large nuisance, her cautiously optimistic mood had long since soured into a combination of self-deprecation and whiny emo shit that she knew better than to give into, but beckoned enticingly nonetheless at the corner of Pathetic and Retarded. Holding back a thin smile as the mental image of that scene built itself in her mind and refused to disappear, she curled up even more, wrapping her arms around her legs, doubled up in front of her, and resting her face on her knees in the vague hope that her hat would obscure what the rest of her clothing didn't - namely, her face. Since Alex was happily perched in the far rear of the hat, it didn't. Just another thing to add to today's list of "NOT AS PLANNED", she mused, watching the crowd in order to amuse herself. |
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| S3rpent | May 31 2009, 03:51:27 AM Post #2 |
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Behind him, the doors to this crowded PokéCenter slid closed. Before him, the general buzz of conversation and a couple of Pokécries here and there. Through his veins, leftover adrenaline dissipating while his lungs fought to return to the regular pace of breathing. James stood and allowed the cool inside air to come over him while he attempted to gather his thoughts. He had run. Ran like a goddamn pansy. What would Fred think if he saw me run? What would Dad... His expression immediately turned sour. The fuck would I have done if I did stay? Get in a fight with an armed mugger and hope he ran first? Caught in a new battle between himself in the red corner and himself cowering in the blue, he did what was the norm in a PokéCenter: approached the desk, occupied by one beautiful Nurse Joy. "Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center! We-" James allowed the two Pokéballs to smack the desk between he and the nurse, who shrugged and began the healing process. Meanwhile, the Trainer glanced around the 'Center to gauge Exire's potential as a training ground in itself. He eyed a Poliwhirl behind the nurse, a pair of male Trainers undoubtedly bragging about their shitty Training methods in the left corner, and in the opposite corner, the saddest sight James had seen in a long time. Raising a brow, he studied the blue ball a little further. A girl, probably in the latter teens, sat in the gloriously named fetal position with a Pidgey roosting happily in her hat. The Trainer was given his Pokémon and found himself walking toward her. He had seen some sad folks in odd places to be sad before, sure. But in a place this crowded? For all he knew, bitch was 'bout to pull out a Charmander-shaped flamethrower and roast the nurse for being 'just another one of them.' Standing now perhaps but six feet before her and tactfully scratching at some facial stubble, James asked, "Hey, you alright?" |
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| Breia | May 31 2009, 04:23:42 AM Post #3 |
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"Eep!" Lost in her own little world, Breia hadn't even noticed the slender trainer approaching her until he had said something - what, she wasn't sure, but it had sounded vaguely concerned. Or lecherous - it was always hard to separate the two. Shoving the thought out of her mind because obviously it was false, she peered out from her hat, which had fallen over her face in the initial commotion; Alex was now grandly preening atop her hair, having vacated the hat just long enough for her sudden spastic movement to cause it to fall forwards and obscure most of her face. ...Not the most dignified of ways to meet someone, and if she hadn't been completely tongue-tied for a moment, busy staring at the young man with wide amber eyes, she might have said something bitchy to try to retake dominance of the situation. All in all, probably for the best she couldn't think of anything to say, mainly because it probably would have been a really douchefaggish response given the other trainer's unwarranted show of kindness. She quickly forgot about the attempt as she took in the young man; he seemed to be pretty well tanned, and while his loose clothing and hoodie did much to obscure his figure, he seemed to be fit enough. He looked confident, though - calm and at ease, as though he belonged there, belonged with his Pokémon, belonged in the Pokecenter. With a tinge of envy, she cracked a nervous smile and brushed the hat back atop her head, accompanied by a loud squawk of grievance from the once-again displaced Alex. She opted to ignore the aggrieved Pij in favor of the much more interesting young man before her, partially out of spite at the damn bird, partially because she couldn't think of anything to say to him that wouldn't embarass her further. She could feel her cheeks redden as she searched for something witty and friendly to say, but after a moment of fruitless searching, Breia settled for a mumbled "Yeah" and forced herself to meet the other trainer's eyes. A very nice hazel, she noted subconsciously. |
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| S3rpent | May 31 2009, 05:07:55 AM Post #4 |
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After an initial and thankfully unnoticeable jump caused by this girl's comically sudden greeting, James was finally granted an opportunity to see her face for himself. Cute, and she was obviously not one to stay outdoors for long. Her eyes were, to say the least, interesting, and James could take in a sense of ... ah, what was the word? Haughtiness? Yeah, that'll work. A genuine grin was painted across his face as he noticed her cheeks redden. She looked pretty young, though her tone could fool you into thinking she was another Benjamin Button. He felt tension to laugh as a meek "Yeah" escaped her. Maybe the laugh was some convoluted system to ease the breaking of the proverbial ice, or maybe shit was just funny. "Dunno. Most girls around here don't spend their days curled up in the corners of local PokéCenters," he casually said, maintaining eye contact as best as he could. He looked up toward the very regal Pidgey and his grin became that much more prevalent. Maybe she was a novice Trainer and just lost her first battle or something. She'll lose a lot of 'em with that as her only fighter. He calmly awaited her reaction to his attempt at humor, as finding a chick's sense thereof was always a step in the right direction - friendzone or otherwise. Meanwhile, he debated whether to introduce himself next or ask about that Pidgey, and why it thought its nest was her hat. |
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| Breia | May 31 2009, 09:12:43 PM Post #5 |
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"I-well-I, uhh-that is, you-I-" After a moment of incoherent mumbling, Breia forcibly closed her mouth to stop the torrent of stupidity pouring out of it courtesy of her treacherous brain suddenly and obstinately refusing to provide anything so much as resembling a witty response. Hell, she would have settled for "hello" if she had been able to get it back, but apparently the shock hadn't worn off. Now he was sure to think she was some vapid, moronic bitch without two brain cells to rub together, much less speak proper English. Alexander, always the master of great timing, decided to help the situation by divebombing a nearby Seedot and flinging it across the Pokecenter, accompanied by the anguished cry of whatever stupid little shit had forgotten about it and a forlorn burble from the airborn acorn. It hit the wall with a muffled thump and slowly slid down, eventually ending up in a huddled mess on the floor - a huddled mess that, less than ten seconds later, was crushed in a bear hug of spine-snapping proportions. Alexander, for his part, seemed quite pleased with himself; he swooped down once more and made off with his mistress's hat, barely evading her muffled cry of surprise and sudden leap upwards as she attempted to catch him with a well-timed barrel roll. The end result of the spectacle was that Breia found herself two feet in front of her new friend, hatless and likely having surprised the living dicks out of him. Mortified, she stepped backwards while mumbling something along the general tune of an apology, only to discovered a moment later that the chair was still there; she tripped over it and landed back in a general sitting position before shooting upwards once again, face once again beet red. And then, a moment later, she giggled. The absurdity of the entire situation had finally hit her, and even as what remained of her conscious mind tried her best to stifle the laughter and her right hand went up to cover her mouth, she couldn't help letting out another; Alexander's unexpected series of acts had caught her completely by surprise, and the general oddity of her, bona fide royalty, huddling in a lonely chair as far as possible out of sight caught up as well. It really was a humorous situation, even if much of it had been at her expense. Her previous shyness having partially evaporated via Alexander's "random" acts, she managed to straighten her face for a moment before giggling once more, though this one disappeared quickly enough that she managed to regain some degree of composure a few seconds later. "I'm sorry, Alex is-he's a little, well, odd. At times." Alejandro indignantly squawked in outrage, dive-bombing her with the hat before fluttering once more back to the roof. "I think he's going a little stir-crazy; I came in here looking for something a little while ago, and I assume he's bored." Once more, an indignant squawk rang out, though this one sounded more like an agreement than pure outrage. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Breia." Once again forcing herself to meet his eyes, and still feeling more than a little insecure in this situation, she paused for a moment before piping up again. "It's, uhm, nice to meet you. Do you come here often?" ...On the "one to ten" scale of retarded questions, that was at least a fifty seven. Maybe a fifty eight. "Not that I meant you would have to, because that would insinuate that I thought you were a bad trainer and I don't but I was trying to be friendly and it sounded like a good idea to ask that but it wasn't I'm sorry I didn't mean that honestly I-" Engage mouth clamp: on. Engage useless fidgeting mode: on. Engage inability to meet eyes: already on. |
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| S3rpent | May 31 2009, 09:42:58 PM Post #6 |
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Well, it was painfully clear at this point: the girl had been a Trainer for about as long as James had been on fire. Cumulatively, both answers, should one not be able to imply it, are next to no time, and the lack of discipline the Normal/Flying mix had just proudly displayed were a clear indication of it. He briefly considered sending Sai to pin the Pidgey to the ground, then have the girl return the unruly bird, but he quickly remembered a pair of defeating facts: a) Sai himself was undisciplined and would more than likely prefer to float and watch, and b) that Pidgey was fast as hell, and could, unfortunately, play basketball with his Magnemite. While inaction wasn't ever the wiser choice, he couldn't help but crack a small smile after hearing the girl giggle at the chaos. Though the Seedot's Trainer wasn't going to be pleased, watching her make an ass out of herself was significantly amusing. After a small bit of settling, she began an attempt at conversation. James couldn't help but raise his lone left eyebrow higher and higher as she stuttered on. She's nervous. It's like she's fighting to stay composed. Fighting way too fucking hard, yeah. Wonder where she's from. Can't be here. He stood silently, hands folded inside of his hoodie's pouch in the usual stance as she tripped over herself verbally in an awkward run-on. Granted, James found the whole thing unusually charming, but felt a strange pang of guilt for her unease. He held a hand up and tilted his head down, slightly relieved that her eyes rested elsewhere for the moment. "It's fine, really. I do end up coming here more than I'd like," he added, sly grin returning. A slight pause. "Don't worry about it." Way to speak like a generic teen, Jimmy, to a girl who actually can use the word 'insinuate' properly. With his head still slightly tilted downward, James brought his eyes upward to again see one batshit bird, and the sentence forming previously in his head merged with his present thoughts: "I'm James. And that guy needs some training." Edited by S3rpent, Jun 1 2009, 12:16:28 AM.
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| Breia | Jun 1 2009, 12:42:20 AM Post #7 |
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Breia blinked. She had sort of been expecting a little more in the wise of anger, given what she had accidentally insinuated; at home, that would very likely have led to a twenty minute lecture on the hidden meanings of words and what not to insinuate to people of lower classes, "you suck dicks" and "HAH HAH IT MUST SUCK TO BE POOR" usually coming out near the top of that list. It was an odd response, but she rapidly decided that she liked it - the other trainer's laid back manner was something that she was desperately wishing she could emulate, if for no better reason than to calm her nerves. ...Ah, but she had no idea where to start. Breia chided herself: she already knew that she wasn't particularly flexible and didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of actually being able to emulate the other teenager, and besides, it would have been difficult to break through sixteen years of conditioning. Summoning a weak smile, she replied, hoping that she didn't sound too much like an idiot. "Yes, he does. Very much so. I only just recently acquired him, and we've..." She trailed off, trying to think of a way to say "we suck so badly that the only battle we've been in consisted in me telling Alex to kill a Corphish we found at the beach, and the Corphish just watched us argue until he got bored and walked away" without even further damaging what little respect the trainer might still have for her. An atrocious trainer she might be, but humble and/or willing to admit that she was an utter fail at this whole training thing were still alien concepts. "...We haven't... really... been in a battle. Well. Not exactly. I mean, the Corphish just walked away while Alex and I were-nevermind. We haven't... LOST a battle yet, anyways. Strictly speaking." Alex squawked in indignant dismay, very clearly annunciating that that fucking Corphish had been a goddamn pussy and not nearly manly enough to face up to Alexander the Great. Why else would he have run with his goddamn tail between his goddamn legs like a goddamn pussy? God damned no-good hoodlums these days, with their bling blong and their hipster lingo and their uPods and their "oh, I don't feel like waiting for you and the sucky trainer chick to stop arguing, so I'm just going to run away like a goddamn pussy in fear of having my ass pounded by that clearly extremely manly and awesome Pij." Damn, he looked good. Edited by Breia, Jun 1 2009, 12:42:30 AM.
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| S3rpent | Jun 1 2009, 01:21:09 AM Post #8 |
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James kept his eyes on the bird while Breia delivered several well-structured sentences. She spoke eloquently and didn't abbreviate much. Yeah, she was from NOWHERE NEAR HERE. "Well," he began, returning his look to her ey...well, her eyes and the face around them, "if you'd like, I know a good spot for training. I've got a Magnemite that could use some training himself, and they could be..." He looked up again to the bird, craning his neck, his grin resurfacing yet again. "Sparring partners." James threw his right hand into its respective pants pocket and fumbled for Sai's Pokéball (I could explain how he knows the difference by touch, but that'd take a while), and proceeded to withdraw and enlarge the device. He pressed the button a second time with his hand at his side, releasing the Steel and Electric mix into the 'real world.' Nervously, Sai glanced around to determine his safety level, and after spotting James, took his place hovering over his left shoulder. The aspiring Gym Leader looked his potential new traveling partner again in the eye with brows raised, dotting the question mark of his proposition. |
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| Breia | Jun 1 2009, 01:43:33 AM Post #9 |
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The closest thing to a real smile that had graced her lips since landing on this goddamn island hell spread across Breia's face, a combination of gratefulness and guarded excitement that let her answer be known well before she opened her mouth to confirm it. She had no idea what made any given spot a better place to train than the other fifty million, but James seemed to know what he was talking, and that was a good sign. Well, mainly because maybe he would be willing to impart some of that information to her, since the breadth of her knowledge about training was from reading the back of a pamphlet that had mentioned it once or twice. "I would like that very much, if you would be willing to allow me to impose on you. I am certain that Alexander-" she broke off to snatch her hat from the ragged bird, who had finally grown tired of being ignored and descended to head height "-would love to take you up on that offer as well." Propping the hat back in place with ill-disguised pleasure at finally having gotten the thrice accursed thing back from her horrendously useless companion, she gleefully ignored the aggrieved squawk that made Alex's opinion known in no uncertain terms; "fuck this noise, I'm not goddamn going with you, princess bitch and goddamn pedophile." She continued ignoring him. "I'm not sure I can contribute much to your own training, nor that your... floating... metal... eye... thing will learn much from having his way with Alexander, but I will happily volunteer his services in the vain hope that he, I, or some combination of the two may be of some use to you." To show she meant it, she curtsied. Mainly because it just sounded like a good idea, and partially because it was a familiar movement and she needed every bit of help she could get to not freak out again. Being in such close proximity to such a large - and smelly - crowd was wearing on her sensitive nose more than she would be willing to admit to a firing squad. |
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| S3rpent | Jun 1 2009, 02:12:44 AM Post #10 |
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"Great,"James replied with a tinge of anxiousness, "Let's get going, then." With that, the Trainer spun around, Magnemite sloppily following suit, and began to advance, sure that Breia would follow. Mulling over the encounter in its entirety, James couldn't help but wonder how someone of her class had ended up here in downtown Exire. Christ's sake, she curtsies. Frankly, James felt a little too ill-prepared himself to even consider walking the streets at night, judging not only from past readings but the sounds he'd heard the night prior. And by God, does she know the language, the Trainer's thoughts continued as he enclosed upon the door. It was true; her use of words was comparable to using a claymore in a fight with a bunch of fat guys with knives - unwieldy and of slower pace, definitely, but more effective than them fatties could ever be. Marginally comical comparisons aside, James couldn't have been ten feet from the door at this point, with the faithful Sai keeping pace well, before he looked over his left shoulder. With a quick brush of the excess hair from his eyes, he made sure that Breia wasn't going to just stay in the Center for whatever reason. This place, as he'd already discovered, was probably not one to meet people to trust. Then again, a girl with that vocabulary combined with that stature is probably not the biggest threat. Fuck's sake, nobody has to worry 'bout the Pidgey, that's for sure. Yet? {SHORT AS FUUUUCK} Edited by S3rpent, Jun 1 2009, 02:18:50 AM.
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| Breia | Jun 1 2009, 07:10:18 PM Post #11 |
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Breia was a few feet behind him, trotting quickly to try to keep up with her new friend's longer stride. Alex, for his part, was fluttering around uselessly, par for the course; he couldn't seem to decide whether to land on her shoulder or fly into a telephone pole, and eventually compromised by ramming headfirst into a store window trying to kill a TV just inside. Sshe spared little more than a glance at the woozy bird, mumbling something incoherent under her breath as he squawked for the Nth time, where the value of "N" is "way too goddamn many times." ...Breia didn't ALWAYS make terrible math jokes and swear under her breath, but first time for everything, right? A moment later she caught up to James, and standing beside him, pausing uncertainly. She had no idea where they were headed and had sort of been expecting him to lead the way; his sudden stop left her with no real incentive to continue. He was the only one who knew the way, after all. Well, she hoped he knew the way, because she sure as hell didn't. "If you don't mind me asking, where are we headed?" Alex landed atop her hat a moment later, burbling in a very dissatisfied manner at the treasonous lack of attention she was giving him. Criminal, really. Happily ignoring her weak attempts at shooing him off, he settled down, preened one glorious feather, and settled down while watching James with an evil eye. |
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| S3rpent | Jun 1 2009, 08:14:31 PM Post #12 |
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"Arcairth," he answered, continuing his stride northward. He glanced to the left, briefly making eye contact with that fucking Pidgey, and homing in on Breia's. Sai cautiously hovered over James' right side now, a gentle and steady hum narrating his movement. The Magnemite wanted to see Arx, who may as well have been his brother, but felt safer with James' hooded head blocking the visual path between he and that scary bird, and the scarier human girl. Noting Breia's silence, James continued, "It's a forest to the north. Really nice place, from what I saw earlier, th-" Fuck. If that mugger shows back up, I'm going to have to defend a few more souls here. James' somewhat confident look folded into a frown, his eyes jerking away from hers. I really shouldn't take her. He looked again to her eyes with an arced brow. I'll take the risk. --DERP, TWENTY OR SO FUCKING MINUTES LATER-- Gracelessly working his way through an annoyingly tall shrub and a pair of trees, James and company had finally entered the great Arcairth Forest, and made it without incident, thankfully. With a forest this dense, a clearing had to be somewhere, and if it took another twenty minutes of walking to find, fuck, it'd be worth it to learn that goddamn Pidgey a lesson about obedience. Or two. Or ten. Fortunately, James spotted a vaguely familiar scene beyond another set of bushes and trees; a sizable field, a few flat-ish rocks and a cool-ass hill. With a grin, James advanced into the grass and spun around. Before advising the girl on shit she may already know and thus make an ass out of himself, he'd gauge her prowess in real time. "Alright. Have Alex pin my Magnemite to the ground." Sai instantly faced his Trainer with his screws spinning rapidly. "Magna!?" he asked in protest, prompting James to smirk and face him. "You'll do fine, Sai. Just listen to me, alright?" The Magnemite looked to its possible opponent with slight fear. Sai knew that motherfucker could move - he'd seen these winged organics before. But he trusted James. Maybe it'd work out. James took several steps to his left while Sai kept his place in the air, nervously buzzing. Don't fuck up, buddy. |
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| Breia | Jun 2 2009, 06:25:42 PM Post #13 |
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Breia looked on in quiet despair as she realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this plan required her to actually control Alex. She had sort of been expecting James to work some kind of trainer magic and do it for her - he supposedly had training experience, after all, and what did it matter who beat Alexander into shape? He was just a dumb animal, so it wasn't like he would care who did it. Alex squawked indignantly, glaring at her with beady eyes. She had a dismal feeling that he was either psychic or otherwise had an idea of what she had been thinking, but shrugged it off as a side effect of the heat. By all that was holy and just in this world, what the hell had she been THINKING coming here? It was hot and warm and sort of muggy and she was sweating a bit under her unnecessary extra clothing, realizing with more than a little annoyance that she had been more comfortable in the accursed Pokecenter than out here. How did trainers make do? She'd heard of them traveling all across continents, from forging deserts to mountain climbing to surviving in the snow, so they had to be a pretty hardy breed. With a nearly imperceptible sagging of her shoulders, Breia thought for a moment of the intelligence of continuing with this mad endeavor; she was supposed to be a lady, dammit, not a charlatan or a plebian! All in all, she wasn't even paying attention when Alex crashed headfirst into the side of her head, knocking a few cobwebs loose and causing her to squeak in a most unladylike manner while flailing wildly for support, something that she failed to find in the MIDDLE OF AN EMPTY FUCKING FIELD and led to her falling flat on her pert derriere while Alex set off for Magnemite, flying erratically. Very erratically. "ALEXANDER! YOU SWINE." Edited by Breia, Jun 2 2009, 06:26:02 PM.
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| S3rpent | Jun 2 2009, 07:29:14 PM Post #14 |
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Things were going horribly, as James sort of expected. Alex was a little shit, to be blunt, but there was still som- BONK James' mental train slammed into a thousand brick walls as he saw the unruly bird collide with Breia's head. At first, for almost an entire second, a bolt of concern was at the forefront of his thoughts, but watching her normal grace toppled by a Pidgey as she used her ass for - well, what it's actually meant for - shock absorption, completely ruined any thought of her in danger, and so, James sputtered a series of laughs that he could only hide with a measly right hand. After a deep inhale and proportional exhale, he looked to the Pokémon and his face became grave. Fuck, if that Pidgey sideswipes into one of Sai's magnets, there may be some bleeding - from its head and my wallet. The latter of which is already on life support. With that realization, the Trainer shoved his right knee forward and made a pair of fists as he commanded, "Sai! Thunder!" Of course, the little ball of metal knew nothing of the sort, as James had had little time to individually train him into learning a move that involved the actual control of the electricity he could generate - but by God, he could still generate it. The Magnemite's eagerness not to fuck up did indeed have him bringing about an electric field, and while he had no idea what to do with it, if that Pidgey didn't change course, it'd wish it had. Or it'll just...fly around him. What the hell ever; here's hoping some form of sedation gets to that fucking Pidgey. |
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| Breia | Jun 2 2009, 09:27:41 PM Post #15 |
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Alex, being a tactical mastermind and a genius of unpossible proportions, knew better than to fly into the electricity. He knew that Flying-types were weak to it and that Steel and Electric both resisted Flying-type moves, so a pointless headbutt would do little more than earn him a (debatably) ill-deserved concussion. No, he was Sun fucking Tzu reborn, and there was no way that his extremely valuable skull was going to end up impaled on those goddamn red and blue shit things sticking out of the floating ball of grey. No, Alex was wise to that damn Magnemite's tricks - well, there were three of them, so technically to all of their tricks -, and he knew just how to avoid them. His master plan, sadly, would never be brought to fruition - never would that fucking Magnemite feel the weight of true genius crushing its sucky... dumb... face into the ground, and never would-oh, dicks. He slammed headfirst into the ground at thirty miles an hour, skidding for a few feet before coming to an ignoble halt only a few meters away from that fucking Magnemite. Basic Flying Rules: "Try to stay in the middle of the air. Do not go near the edges of it. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly there." Breia, for her part, was too busy being certain he had deserved it to care. And giggling. Mostly giggling. Edited by Breia, Jun 2 2009, 09:43:23 PM.
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