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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
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| Topic Started: Apr 15 2008, 01:24:39 PM (895 Views) | |||||||||
| Selia | Sep 28 2008, 01:24:55 AM Post #46 | ||||||||
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He shuddered at the thug of a Jynx as lover, but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to be rude to that guy… or risk knowing more details about that story. Thankfully the man’s Pokémon was now going to provide a new topic of conversation. Anthony hadn’t imagined it being a Rattata, but maybe it made sense: they were the most common around a city, perfect for an ‘average’ man like his guest. “I didn’t’ notice you had a Pokémon before. What’s his name?” He finished his drink, refusing his guests offer for a new ration (he didn’t want to go on a caffeine high right now) and kept looking at the mouse Pokémon with curiosity. It looked… nice, for lack of a better word. With those long wishers and big eyes, it was almost tender, but by the stories told about those Pokémon, it had to be a scary opponent in fights. The boy’s brows furrowed: he never considered catching one of those, they were so common, they didn’t made him think about having them. He was always thinking about rare ones… like a kid, he realized. He shoukd focus on being a decent trainer instead, with a team adequate to his capacities. Who cared if he had a Moltres, if he couldn’t use it because he wasn’t able to control it? But I can’t give away Kira, he thought guiltily: hadn’t he wanted her at all costs back in her previous owner’s house? I have to train her better, but getting rid of her… it’d be a betrayal. |
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| Sorrowful Dream | Oct 3 2008, 07:30:17 PM Post #47 | ||||||||
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The Rattata seemed completely intent on taking a nap in the man's lap as the man poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it with his right hand, suiting it to his needs afterward. "This Rattata? I call it Rattata." The man took a sip to drink and put the cup down, sighing in relief. That sip was obviously good for some odd reason. "Rattata are often seen as weak. There are a lot of them, you see. But with the right nurturing and care, they are as good as any other pokemon." He began to slowly stroke the Rattata and slowly looked to you with a devlish look in his eye. "Want to battle, youngster?" (crap ref, sorry xD Next ref it'll pick up! I'd like to turn this into a good plot for you if you don't mind.) |
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| Selia | Oct 15 2008, 03:28:47 AM Post #48 | ||||||||
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Anthony was taken aback. The man looked nonchalant, for once, as if he had just thought of a good thing. The young trainer, however, wasn’t vey thrilled by the proposal and he bit his lower bit as he leaned back on his seat. He had just said his Pokémon had killed another one by mistake, but it didn’t seem to worry the old man. Well, he had to have a Pokeball, somewhere, so he’d recall his rodent if something went wrong. However, the thought of showing his ineptitude to him was terrifying. Anthony had almost been able to indentify with him before, because of his attitude and unlucky appearance: he was an adult, but the kind of adult that makes you think it’s not so bad to be a kid, after all. If they fought, however, the man could show to be way wiser and better than him, and the young boy didn’t want to be put in front of a failure by a person like that. Then again, if he refused, he was going to look lice coward. He shifted uneasily on his seat, legs twitching, as if the seat had become suddenly very uncomfortable. He didn’t want to look like he was scared to battle with his Pokémon, either… Maybe, if he limited to use Vulpix, nothing would happen. She was good, and a bit timid even, when Kira wasn’t around. “Well… uhm…” he started, before taking a deep breath and looking in the man’s face. “Okay” |
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I ain't dead! Just overworked!
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| Munchkinator | Oct 17 2008, 04:20:55 PM Post #49 | ||||||||
Don't waste my time.
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"Hah hah! You are an intriguing young man - or, perhaps, you weren't listening. I did just say that I'd given up Pokemon training nary a minute ago, didn't I? I suppose I shouldn't blame you, though - our society conditions the young to lust after battle, to drop schoolwork and salaries to launch animals at each other and cheer the poor things as they beat each other into bloody pulps!" Without waiting for a response, and ignoring any discomfiture that might have aroused from his trickery, he absent-mindedly changed the subject once more. "I suppose I shouldn't keep you any longer, my friend." With an apologetic look, he gathered your used teacup and placed it neatly inside his own recently emptied one. "...I apologize, it's... just that I don't get many visitors, you see. The neighbors think I'm quite insane, a theory I do nothing to debunk, and I'm afraid that if I went out of my way to invite trainers such as yourself in, I'd quickly be labeled a pedophile. What a world we live in: children can come and go as they please, wreak havoc with powerful creatures, and ignore the demands of reality - but those of us who do not embrace Pokemon as a sport are viewed as outsiders and shunned. But I digress. I'm sure that you're tired of listening to an odd man ramble on, so I'll cease. Feel free to visit any time you like, though! I'm usually here, and I've rarely any other company..." Well, you had an escape if you wanted it - the man was none too subtle about his need for companionship, but at least he knew better than to try to force the matter. He was a little cuckoo, maybe, but still a better person than many "normal" people. Not that that's saying much in and of itself, of course. |
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| Selia | Oct 20 2008, 09:05:12 AM Post #50 | ||||||||
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Anthony opened and closed his mouth, completely at loss of words. The man had just made him debate like an hopeless runt about accepting the fight, only to have a ‘it was a trick to see how were twisted by society’ when he had replied. It was beyond confusing, to the poor boy, who had already a lot of problems with trainer matters. He had done wrong, he thought; he had not even been able to understand what the man had meant. He had just proved he wasn’t fit to do the trainer. He accepted the dismissing with much relief: right now, he was so confused and miserable he felt dizzy, and wanted nothing more than go, hide into a corner and sleep for a few hours. Or days. Yes, days sounded way better. “Thank you for the tea… and the chat” he stammered, rising carefully as he feared he was going to collapse any second. He felt his check burning, and hoped to not be catching a fever. It would have been hideous, to be ill so far from home. The young boy reached for the door and closed it quietly once outside, finding solace in the fresh air. The aftermaths of the Fearow’s attack were still evident, and he lowered his head, pretending to not see them, before heading in the direction of the Pokémon Center. There were always some comfortable chat in there, and maybe he could try to get sleep and see if the unsettling feelings at the pit of his stomach would subside. |
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| Twitch | Oct 22 2008, 02:21:46 PM Post #51 | ||||||||
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Fortunately for you, the man let you escape with your life - not too often is it that insane, mid-aged pedophiles let kids in and out of their homes without a specific price to pay, or at least some sort of compensation! Yet, he was oddly different than most other old hags out there in the world; he was down to Earth, and knew a few things about life and whatnot. He was wise...not exactly the smartest man alive, but I'm sure he could hold his own in a spirited debate. Either way it went, you were now well far enough from the man's house and on your way towards the...Pokemon Center, was it? Right - you were. So, like, the walk there was pretty much uneventful. Nothing major happened; you noticed a slight decrease in temperature, hinting at the fact that you were, actually, in the middle of fall. Ordinary pedestrians walked parallel to you, and a lone street bustled with vehicles and whatnot. A bike or two could be seen up and down random sidewalks, and you also noticed a fair bit of pests running around; Rattata and Pidgeys of the more abundant. Nothing you could actually come into contact with, though...seeing as the birds were high up in the sky, and the Rattata were coming in and out of sewers. ...but I digress. You finally made it to the Pokemon Center, a huge "P" hung from the roof of the establishment and greeted you in its infamous, pink presence. You entered via the sliding doors, automatically opening as the motion sensor caught your movement. The nurse noticed you, and motioned you over to the front desk. She explained to you that yo could have your Pokemon healed, and that there were free rooms in the back for tired trainers. On top of that, there was free lunch and dinner. Yay? [[OOC: You can RP yourself getting your Pokemon healed and going into a room. =D]] |
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| Selia | Oct 24 2008, 10:11:44 AM Post #52 | ||||||||
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The thought of dinner made his stomach turn uncomfortably tight, and he decided to pass. He just wanted to sleep for tonight, wrapped in some warm covers. He dozed a bit while the kind nurse healed his team. She had to wake him to give him back the Pokeball; Anthony was burning with embarrassment as he took the keys for a room for the night. Once the door closed behind him, he plopped onto the bed, barely took his shoes away and wrapped himself in the covers. They weren’t as warm as then ones back at home, he noticed, but he was too tired to even feel nostalgic. He fell asleep in a few moments, still felling as if he was burning from a fever. The next morning the feeling of illness had disappeared, leaving him. The young boy still felt a bit depressed, and he chewed reluctantly on a leftover snack from his backpack, thinking about what to do. He was supposed to phone his family to make they know he was okay, but he didn’t feel like it. He didn’t feel like doing much, actually. He left the room and gave the keys to the first employer of the center he saw, before going out in the fresh air. As the day before, he felt relieved and decided to stay out as much as he could, maybe find a bench and sit there, relaxing, until it was time for lunch. |
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| Munchkinator | Nov 7 2008, 05:15:18 PM Post #53 | ||||||||
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Don't waste my time.
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Ahh, lethargy, brought on by the gorgeous day. This was a good time to be a trainer - rather than being cooped up in a retail job or rotting away at school, you were able to enjoy natural beauty with a regularity many naturalists would kill for. God only knows how you poor sods paid for things. At any rate, it didn't take long to find a bench. A lot of benches, actually, considering that you were now at a park, and most parks have a lot of friggin' benches. And trees and grass and paths and more trees and other green things and dog turds, but also benches. And water fountains. And water fountains being raided by wild Pidgey, but they were in the minority. So basically, it's a park, and... it's green. It was a pretty nice park, though - lots of greenery, even more than the average, and it seemed to be fairly deserted. Whether that was for better or worse is entirely up to you, but at least the relative lack of people would let you enjoy the scenery in quiet contemplation. Oh! Yeah! Scenery! Well, uh, there was some badass clear stream meandering through the park, so you could lean over one of the numerous footbridges' rails and look at it or just plop your ass down on a bench and... also look at it, and there were lots of trees, and there were a decent number of those retarded electric squirrels and birds and a few quadrupeds wandering around. None of them seemed dangerous in the least, which was a rarity worthy of research, given the locale: the middle of a gargantuan city! You'd think that the Pokemon here would be a little more used to having to fight for their lives with younger trainers, insensitive enough to shatter the natural peace, but... no, nothing. A Pidgey landed a mere few yards away on a nearby unlit lamp post and peered at you for a moment before flying away, and a Spinarak dropped halfway down to the ground while spinning a web, looked at you curiously for a moment, then ignored you in order to better focus on its work. Either the park had some damn good security, or there was EVIL MAGIC at work here. ...Considering a security guard could be seen nearby giving you a once over before returning to his newspaper, it was likely the former. At any rate, what you do now is up to you. Just don't try to pull the trainer card if you decide you must shatter the natural tranquility and beat the shit out of some poor Pokemon. {Damn, you're fun to ref.} |
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| Selia | Nov 15 2008, 11:10:03 PM Post #54 | ||||||||
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The peace made the trainer feel better after a while. I mean, you can only sulk so much when the rest of the world is telling you to cheer up with that nice atmosphere. Even if, admittedly, the message was very indirect and need many levels of interpretation to be caught… okay the world didn’t care a lot, but it was so beautiful around him that Anthony was sure he was being comforted in some way. What boys don’t do to be babied… The Pokémon around him didn’t seem worried or scared; on the contrary, they seemed to mock him, coming down to look at him and then ‘fleeing’ quickly. It was obvious they behaved like that because they weren’t to be considered targets by anyone, unless he wanted to pass some time with the police or whoever cared for the fauna in there. Anthony smiled at the curious starts, busying himself in trying to guess all the species he met without using the Pokedex. The performance wasn’t that great, but in ten minutes he’d learned a few new names and that would always result useful in the future. The day was nice… he felt guilty enjoying it alone. He should call out his Pokémon, a small voice in head told him: how he could bond with them, if he kept them always in the Pokeball? However, they weren’t exactly the kind of creatures he could unleash and let wander around freely. What if Vulpix tried to eat a Pidgey? ‘But she’s not so stubborn, just a bit wild. If I start with her and talk with her, she’ll obey… Kira, on the other hand…’ A problem at time, he decided. The red fox was plunged in a world of scents and noises that immediately alerted her sense, but Anthony was quick to grab her as he had released the canine on his lap. “Listen carefully: we can’t fight in here, okay? I let you out to enjoy the air, so please don’t bring me troubles. And when I’ll let out Kira as well, can you keep an eye on her so that she doesn’t make disasters? But don’t make her understand it, okay?” Vulpix was all ears at the last sentence, immediately transforming in an obedient and innocent little thing. She was in charge! And it was like a secret mission! She was definitely climbing the social ladder and soon she would be the respected one of the team. Relieved, the trainer passed onto the next Pokémon. The act of freeing Kira required a lot more reflexes: the bird immediately charged her trainer as she was let out and even as he kept her still by holding her wings, to avoid the sharp beak, she cried furiously, especially after spotting a Pidgey passing above her head. Vulpix took a dignified position to make all her superiority visible. “Kira, if you don’t stop I’ll call you back I the Pokeball.” Anthony said, quite calmly. He had to be very firm to make the bird reason, he thought. He had to show he was the trainer, the one in charge. “We have to behave in here, or they’ll arrest us, or make us pay a fee and I’m not rich. It’s a nice day, and you can enjoy it. If you start fighting, however, I’ll call you back in the Pokeball. And if you try to peck me, I’ll you back in the Pokeball as well. Okay?” He tentatively let go of her, trepidant to see if any of his words had reached that thick skull of hers, for once. |
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