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| Topic Started: Jul 8 2008, 05:40:54 PM (620 Views) | |
| Luke | Jul 8 2008, 05:40:54 PM Post #1 |
Get Out of MY Ocean!
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My eyes flutter awake. Coughing up water and nearly drowned, I slowly regain my consciousness. This was an island, much like the other three that I had visited. The shore was covered in sand, hot in the midday sun, which burned my eyelids as I slowly rose. My head feels as if it had been shattered into a million pieces in one concussive blast. They don't call that a "Hydro Pump" for nothing. Regaining my senses, I lifted myself up. Nearby I could make out towers of stone and the substance the land-lovers call metal. On the shore, a child was playing in the sand. So innocent, not to be touched by my hands or any other. In the shallows, my Lucy was swimming in a tight circle waiting for me to return her or return to the water. For the moment, I was curious about the stone towers. Where the hell was I? What were these structures? Overhead, a flock of Wingull soared past letting out their mocking cries at my misfortune. At the moment, I really didn't feel like becoming angry at them, I merely felt lucky to be alive, though I needed rest and certainly so did Lucy. Wading out into the shallows for only a moment, I spoke to the Mantine. "You carried me?" The manta ray surfaced and bowed its head yes. "You need rest?" She opened her mouth to Bubble, but what came out just fell into the water and popped. It was true, she was indeed exhausted. Taking her ball from my belt, I returned her. Seems it'll be a bit before I can head offshore, might as well have a look around. Walking towards the stone and metal towers, I started to wobble and nearly fell over. Ugh, landsickness. Well, I've got to find something to revive Lucy after such a long and arduous journey, though no one on the nearby shore seemed to care about the two of us. Then, the thought came to me. What Pokémon remained on my belt? The first ball belonged to the young Piplup that the fool of a grunt's Wooper handed to me and I saved midyear last year. Another belonged to a Smoochum that I had found in similar circumstances. The last full ball, I didn't recognize. Perhaps, I had stolen it at some point, but what it contained was beyond me. If I hadn't opened it to this point, why open it now? I reached down to my belt, pulled off the two that I recognized and released them. Surely enough, the Admiral and his Smoochum appeared before me in the sand. Once more, I lost my balance, fell over and sat down in the sand before them. Once I get my landlegs, we needed to find the Pokémon center. If the people of the Pillars had them. If not, then we'd need to find something to cure Lucy's exhaustion. All I said to my two land-capable Pokémon was "We are lost." |
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| Admiral Bubbily | Jul 8 2008, 06:39:30 PM Post #2 |
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“Wh-oof” wailed the good Admiral indignantly as he flopped face-first into the owwie-owwie hot sand, “That hurt!” “Owowowowow, that’s hot!” cried Pookie as he leapt to his feet, completing his thoughts in that bizarre mind-synch way that scared him sometimes. It wasn’t all that surprising that Bubbily himself was surprised; his role, for the most recent year of his life, at least, had comprised of little more than that of a lapdog, and had never been one meant for the dangers of battle. As such, the disorientated Piplup had only been brought forth on the safest, most pleasurable of circumstances - he was the cute thing to marvel at, the harmless little penguin Pokémon that everyone loved…until he got into trouble, as was always inevitable. But his new captain (the young Admiral could only deliver a stuttered “Luh” when he tried to pronounce the name) really hadn’t been too pleased after…that little accident, which probably explained why he had been cooped up for so long. Well, he didn’t like to think about it; he’d already never look at bananas the same way again, anyways. Ever the chivalrous knight, the little penguin stooped to help the slightly less-dexterous (she had him after a bottle or two, though) Pookie to her feet…before going ballistic. “Ouchie owwie ow yowwie ouch hot!” Each word was punctuated by a deft little hop, from one to the other, as the Admiral tried to relieve some of the heat with his bizarre little dance. Poochie joined him shortly after, and the cute little couple began to bounce all over the place, hands intertwined and yelping their heads off. As the pair realized that there was more to this strange confusing world than a sea of searing sand, they broke off and both fled for coolness; the Smoochum scrambled towards the darker, wetter sand, while the Piplup opted for making a beeline towards his captain. Shinnying up the man’s leg, he climbed his way into Luke’s arms - by contrast cool and comfortable - with the expertise of the ninja he was in his spare time. Admiral, knight, and ninja - it was all in a day’s work, really. With the immediate danger of melting into a bubbly little puddle gone, the Piplup grew emboldened by curiosity again. Immediately managing to make a nuisance of himself, he scrambled out of the captain’s arms as he found purchase on the man’s shoulders. Then, trying to poke his head around the captain’s big bulky one, Bubbily almost fell off his leaning tower of non-meltiness as he looked around in his crude equivalent of a crow’s nest. “Where…are we?” pondered the Piplup aloud as he surveyed the alien land, the dry world he had set foot on for so little of his life. He felt queasy, and decided that maybe he’d climbed too quickly, that maybe his ninja skills were becoming rusty. He made a mental note to practice in the future, and then another one to make sure Pookie brought the first aid kit or something - he didn’t want a repeat of last time. Ouch. Nonetheless, the Piplup was feeling more than a little dizzy, so he contented himself with scrambling down the easily-scaled Mt. Captain again and settling into Luke’s arms. They were lost, the captain suddenly conferred, and Bubbily grew confused. “Lost? Do you know what lost means, Pookie?” he called, comically bending his head down as far as he could, as if he were suspended thousands of feet off the ground instead of a scant few. “I think it’s when you can’t find something” answered the Smoochum sagely as she cooled her feet in the lapping seawater. “Oh no, we lost something?...Maybe it’s his shirt.” “Yeah, how come he never wears a shirt anyways?” “I’unno” slurred the Piplup as he looked up at the captain, as if he had understood them. “Maybe we should help him find his shirt?” “Great idea! Maybe he’ll know where to start looking or something.” Both Pokémon looked at the captain, expectantly. |
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| Sikening | Jul 9 2008, 12:35:13 PM Post #3 |
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Land. What a disgusting thing, isn't it? The beach you landed on was full of empty pop cans and candy wrappers, discarded by the tourists and citizens that frequented the beach. Along the shoreline you could see Krabby poking around at the garbage, trying to find shells to call "home" for the night. The seaweed over by the rocks on the other side of the peninsula you stood on housed old torn-up newspapers and electrical equipment eroded by the sea. Humans really are disgusting creatures. You stare at the towers, wondering what there could be in such tall buildings. They looked ancient compared to the rest of the city you saw. The browned, cracked stone of the side of the tower was weathered by past storms and battles. It was enough to make you think that there was once a war between Pokémon here. The top of the tower, however, disappeared into the sky above, beyond the clouds and could not be seen. However, it could be assumed that the higher up you went, the worse it looked. You release your Pokémon; a Smoochum and a Piplup, who promptly begin to dance hand-in-hand on the sand. Their feet were not yet accustomed to the feel and temperature of it. However, your feet could barely feel anything thanks to the sea and all the Mantine surfing you spent your time doing. The people close by on the beach looked at you and the scene your Pokémon were causing because of their yelping. You saw Smoochum run to the sea side, and felt as Piplup ran up you, and then listened as they began to speak to one another. The crowed turned back to what they were doing, ignoring you, save for a few surfers off in the distance, whose tans looked like they were coloured on with washable marker compared to yours. Their muscles barely rivaled yours, but at least they didn't seem shaky on the land. Stupid land-dwellers. Piplup and Smoochum finished their conversation as the three surfers approached you. The one on the left had black hair, seemed to be of Indian descent, and reeked of curry. He wore red flower-print swim trunks, which looked a tad bit too small for someone of his height. He was about six foot one. The one on the left had black hair as well, with a white stripe going through the middle from the back to the front. His appearance was that of a skunk, with the skin to match. He was African by appearance, and as he mumbled to himself you could tell he had a strong accent.He was about five foot four, and wore baggy swim trunks that went just past his knees, and had smiley faces all over them. The one in the middle seemed to be the leader of the pack. He was five foot nine, with long blond hair down to his shoulders. His muscles were the biggest of the three, falling short of your muscle size. His swim trunks were a sky blue with a tiki-print all around them. He was Caucasian with a really bad farmer's tan. His blue eyes seemed to rival yours as he stared you in the face. "So, where did you come from?" the blond one said, prying into your life. "You look like you've had your fair share of sun. You see, this is our turf, and you had better leave before we decide to teach you a lesson." He smiled and stepped forward. "Unless you have a problem with that," he finished. He looked into your eyes for a few second before turning and stepping behind his two buddies. "Boys!" he said, snapping his fingers above his head. "Show him what we mean." As he finished, the two other surfers pulled Pokeballs off their respective belts, along with the blond. All three balls hit the ground at the same time and released a Pokémon. From the Indian's pokeball sprang a Wynaut. The short little blue thing stumbled a bit in the sand before exclaiming "Wynaut!" in its best attempt at a threat. Translated he was saying "piss off" to Admiral and Pooky. From the African surfer's pokeball came a Tangela, whose vines rippled in the breeze blowing past you. It stood still on the sand before dropping and sitting on the ground, swaying peacefully. From the Blond's pokeball came a Machop. He pumped his muscles and looked at his companions. It turned to Tangela and kicked it for being lazy, which made Tangela get up and stare at you. "Alright boys, get him!" said the blond, ordering all three Pokémon to charge you quite un-tactfully.  :femaleLv. 4 :vit 99% {Doesn't want to fight}  :maleLv. 4 :vit 100%  :maleLv. 6 :vit 100% GEWD Edited by Devlin, Jul 9 2008, 02:15:22 PM.
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| Luke | Jul 10 2008, 04:45:19 PM Post #4 |
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Get Out of MY Ocean!
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So this place is called "turf" and these people supposedly rule it? No that can't be right. These guys are too rude to be rulers of anything. They seem like ruffians to me and I suppose they deserve to be treated as such. Though, I really am the visitor here. Land is indeed not my place, but violence is to be met with violence, until the disturbance is settled. "I am from the sea. Tell me, what do you think of her?" I spoke to the ruffians not even bothering to rise, knowing that I'd stumble down once more.. My exact intentions where yet unclear. If they disrespected my home and yet made themselves regular tenants, it would be time to teach them a lesson. But, if they indeed respected the ocean, perhaps I had found myself some new grunts to try to restart the Order in this new land. I do wish Lucy were in battling condition and could help the younger Pokémon right now. I won't bring her out into this, unless it becomes necessary, hopefully the two younglings can handle themselves. "Admiral, take Machop to the sea." My first command was simply whispered to the young penguin. The bulky fighting Pokémon, would likely have the reverse of my problem once he set foot in the waves, whilst after being taught to swim, Admiral Bubbily should be able to use some rather rapid Headbutts and be in and out of range before the Machop can move to attack with the added resistance of the water. "Smoochum, why not, kiss Wynaut?" I halfway laughed to say it, but given the way the little girl is meant to battle, pretending to play nice then bewildering the foe with some unexpected attack is exactly her style. That and the young psychic was not yet strong enough to either attack physically or resist anything that could be thrown at it, it would be a good warm up. As for the Tangela and the guys themselves, well one didn't seem to wish to attack, only stumbling forward and these Ruffians weren't about to strike physically until after their Pokémon had lost, it just wouldn't be their style. Until I better get my bearings, I'm out of it, trying to stand up would make me sick and I believe I've said enough, so I'll just sit here and wait for one of them to dare to touch me. |
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| Admiral Bubbily | Jul 10 2008, 06:01:04 PM Post #5 |
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Squinting into the horizon with hilarious intensity, the little Piplup had gone absolutely still, almost predatory in a vague, cartoony sense, as he scrutinized the water for any sign of the missing shirt; see, it wasn’t that the quirky little penguin didn’t pay attention per se, but he would simply focus on useless little facets of the situation, so that he lacked a sense of haecceity, that his mind was drunkenly speeding along some obscure country path as his physical self trailed further and further behind (ah, the limitations of reality; a pesky little nuisance, it was), further and further until he either found himself a train of thought that would cut off the rampant thoughts before they led him astray or they simply careened into some cerebral wall and snapped back to reality and - Bubbily hit the brakes, derailing the spiel before it could spiral out of control. “Woah…” he slurred with the confused voice of a man just regaining consciousness. “Bubb’ly, are you ok? You look a little…weird.” “What’s a haecceity?” “Heckity? What are you talking about?” “Ummm…Never mind.” “You’re so weird- Yeek! People!” Pookie squealed as she abandoned the cool seawater for the safety of hiding behind the captain’s leg - she obviously bought into the school of If I can’t see them, then they can’t see me and while Luke’s calf was by no means an ideal hideout, it was all the shy little Smoochum had short of digging into the scorching sand. Shy? Nay - it went deeper than that, Bubbily thought. Despite quickly becoming a brother to the young Smoochum, the tiny Admiral had never heard anything of Pookie’s past. While he had spent a good number of nights (far too many nights would be a more accurate description) rambling on about his myriad adventures aboard the Emperor, which always seemed to degrade into wildly fictitious and improbable epics as time went on. Most would realize that the Admiral had never really discovered Atlantis or engaged in a naval battle with Old Ironsides, but such outlandish tales only seemed to heighten the impressionable Smoochum’s awe of the Admiral Piplup she had befriended. But not once had Pookie ever spun a yarn in return, never had she narrated the story of her life; but whatever had happened, she was terribly nervous of strangers, almost xenophobic in a sense. And so she hid now, taking shelter behind the one human she’d come to trust. Admiral Bubbily, however, seemed to be inherently outgoing, emboldened by his naïve portrait of the world and its people. He simply hopped out of Luke’s arms, wobbled a few steps towards the humans, put on his “cute face,” and smiled at the approaching trio, in a shameless show for attention. He started towards them, to meet them, when the three suddenly threw down Pokeballs, and the startled Piplup flinched back abruptly, although his reaction was much less dramatic than that of Pookie’s, who shrieked and somehow made herself look even smaller as she hugged her knees. When the good Admiral saw that the red and white orbs were not flash bombs or anything of the sort, he recovered and began waddling towards the quintet again when the captain’s voice checked him, although his commands were suitably cryptic - take Machop out to the sea? Kind of like taking someone out to the ball game? What was a ball game, anyway- oh, right. “Hi, guys!” he announced cheerily as he approached the Pokémon, although the more mysterious, more chivalrous side of Bubbily - the knight of the sea - flared when the Machop unceremoniously kicked Tangela to her feet; weren’t they all friends here? “That’s not very nice!” he said simply as he scurried to the Tangela’s side, completely unaware of the hostility in the air - he’d only smelled its foreboding scent a scant few times in his life, you see, and had yet to remember this peculiar smell. “Are you alright?” asked Bubbily tentatively as he gently tapped the Tangela on what he guesstimated to be her shoulder. “I-“ Take Machop to the sea. Right. Admiral Bubbily turned towards Machop now, with the air of one facing a bully. He puffed himself up, as if he could ever look intimidating. “Umm…I don’t think you should kick other Pokémon…?” he breathed nervously, uncomfortable all of a sudden. Then he gulped in a fresh breath of the coastal air and found the courage (and death wish) that deemed him worthy of the rank Admiral. “Yeah, you shouldn’t be a big meanie-head!” Pookie peeked out shyly from behind her improvised defense of the captain’s legs, her little heart hammering in her chest. She could scarcely believe her ears - kiss that gross-looking foul-mouthed ugly thing? Ewww - why? But as she debated within herself whether or not the lack of seawater had blown the captain’s mind, she saw Bubbily stumbling his way over to the people and Pokémon! “Bubb’ly...” she hissed, “What are you doing?” Galvanized by what she saw to danger baring its ugly, horrendous face, she too found a reservoir of strength and stepped out from behind Luke (she still believed she’d been hidden) and took an unsteady step or two towards the Piplup, as if she could render any assistance should things go bad. |
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| Sikening | Jul 11 2008, 05:13:49 AM Post #6 |
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Machop laughed at Bubbly's attempt at standing up to him. "You really think a little pipsqueak like you can stand up to me?" it asked at little penguin, confirming its arrogance. Wynaut laughed with him and Tangela just fell over again, which earned her another kick from Machop. "Useless teammate. Can't even fight properly," he said to himself, turning back to Bubbly. "What kind of name is Bubbly, anyways? Are you some sort of drink?" Wynaut laughed again as the taunts continued to come. He stepped up to Bubbly's face and flicked him in the forehead, sending him into a small backwards somersault. At this point, Machop had started to trying to be intimidating, but was suddenly lifted off his feat and carried to the edge of the sea by the little penguin. Bubbly had recovered quickly from the little flick and picked him up, now intent on carrying out Luke's orders. Limbs flailing wildly, he tried to get down from Bubbly's head. Wynaut continued to laugh, this time at Machop. "Don't laugh, you fool, get me down from here!" Machop was screaming at the top of his lungs at the Wynaut. Seeing Bubbily taking a course of action, Pookie stepped out from behind Luke's leg, looking as tiny as ever. She wasled up to the still laughing Wynaut's side and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Suddenly Wynaut's eyes became spirals and he started to wobble on his feet. A few seconds after impact, he toppled over backwards and lay in the hot sand, completely oblivious to his surroundings. It seemed that now he was attracted to Pookie because of her appeal. Pookie turned after curiously watching the Wynaut's dance, only to see Tangela standing right behind her. The big ball of vines that he was intimidated Pookie, exploiting her shyness and causing her to run with her arms flailing behind Luke's leg again. At this point, Macho had begun to hold his breath as he was carried into the water. When they were about three feet in, with about a foot of water, Machop finally managed to fall off of Bubbly's head. Wondering what he should be doing now, Bubbly stared at the Machop with a curious look on his face as Machop struggled to stay up in the water. "Hah, you really think water will slow Machop down?" The blond surfer had begin speaking again, acting as cocky as ever. HE's my Pokemon, which means he has to be able to swim! I taught him how to when I first got him." At this, the Indian guy laughed. It seemed he was the one that always repeated what the leader said, and laughed at everything he did. "Yeah, too bad for you he doesn't know how to fight underwater," mumbled the African guy under his breath. "Shut up, you!" yelled the blond guy, swinging his arm through the air and backhanding the African on the face. "Need I remind you where you come from?" he asked the African, who just stared at the ground. The blond turned back to the battle. "Machop, drag him back here," he said, trying to get the battle to happen on land. The other two Pokemon just lay there in the sand, not receiving orders from their respective trainers. :femaleLv. 4 :vit 96% {Eating sand} :maleLv. 4 :vit 98% {Confused, in love with Pookie} :maleLv. 6 :vit 98% {Trying to float}  Lv. 5 :vit 96% {Swimming circles around Machop}  Lv. 3 :vit 96% {Hiding} |
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| Luke | Jul 11 2008, 08:40:39 PM Post #7 |
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Get Out of MY Ocean!
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So these men actually aren't from here, like me. They don't seem to make much of a team, either, all this fighting amongst themselves. They really were just acting tough, bunch of ruffians. Perhaps, I can add to their group discord. Now, I'm starting to understand why my people never really talked that much. Silence is the key to acting in unison. Speaking out too much and giving too much individual expression leads to discord. "So, Blondy, where IS he from?" I said to them. Still, calm and relaxed in my sitting position. In a few minutes, I would reach the point where I could stand up again if need be, but for the moment I am still a bit too dizzy. Now for the ongoing battle. "Bubbily, headbutt him." That was all that needed to be said there. I'm sure the young penguin would be smart enough to figure how to ram something so foolish in the gut a few times underwater. Shouldn't take too many hits either, seeing as this creature, though supposedly taught to swim seemed to be having problems just floating. A landlover in the sea, first time I had witnessed such a hysterical thing. Seriously, why should anything be that pathetic at swimming? Its just plain pitiful. "Smoochum, there's no reason to hide. You've got him." I said to the hiding child cuddled in behind me. Hopefully I had tact there. Treating fear wasn't exactly something I had experience in. Back home, or what was home, you dealt with fear completely by yourself and never asked others for help, if you did it meant you were weak. Like those landlovers over there. WEAK. I'm sure it seems a harsh way to live, but that is the way it was and the way that I am used to. Such social creatures, these land people, no wonder we were always revered by them, always found superior. They really are a bunch of fools, if you ask me. |
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| Admiral Bubbily | Jul 12 2008, 03:29:29 AM Post #8 |
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“Umm…” stammered the little Smoochum, more than a little disconcerted by the strange way the Wynaut was looking at her, “Hi?” Pookie was seemingly encouraged by her captain’s words - or perhaps, on a darker note, she remembered the punishment reserved for disobedience, the mental scars that ran so deep - and stepped out from behind Luke again, her face neutral ground for curiosity and unease. Her eyes had been tracking Bubbily up to now - quite frankly, she was stunned that her best friend could just pick up that big of a Machop with such ease - but now they locked awkwardly with the Wynaut’s. With no idea as to what was expected of her, she tried to be friendly -as the Admiral had done, without success. “My name’s Pookie…” she began, taking a baby towards the Wynaut and immediately shying away with a guilty look on her face, not even daring to see Luke’s expression. She hesitated for an amazingly long second before deciding that Tangela looked much more…normal. “W-What’s your name?” she asked the Tangela hesitantly. “I’m Pookie.” repeated the Smoochum, albeit a bit more naturally now - there was a hint of girlishness now, one she’d barred from Wynaut in favor of fear. Ah, to simply be in his own element again, to be reunited with his lady the sea again - these simple pleasures themselves refreshed the uncertain Piplup, and he was at last able to take the wheel of his life again, and he was ready to make good on his title again - he was Admiral Bubbily again, happy-go-lucky, fun-loving Bubbily, who’d love nothing more than to kick back with a martini or two. He couldn’t keep a goofy grin off his face, still blissfully unaware of the danger that he was…swimming circles around. “Do you know how to swim?” asked the Admiral innocently, echoing the words he’d spoken to Wooper more than a year ago. “I think everyone should be able to swim. The mistress is such a dangerous place, you know, if you can’t swim. But if you can swim you can do all sorts of fun things! Like swim in circles and squares and triangles and play Marco Polo and go diving and find pirate treasure and swim with the fishies and play ball and it’s just so much fun!” The Piplup prattled on and on, most likely torturing the poor Machop, what with his illusive movements and the verbal barrage he was innocently firing. Ah, how he could remember the days before he learned to swim - how distant they seemed now, but still the intense heat of his longing reached him here, spanning the chasm of time to do so. But that had been before - The Admiral cut off the thought sharply, unconsciously - it was his way of keeping his world bright and happy, his way to stay sane, in a way; he simply refused to think of the traumatic events that had led to his being christened the Admiral in the first place. No, it was for the best to let sleeping dogs lie. Was it healthy to just bottle up this grief, this confusion and hurt that he had never had the guts to taste? No, but - Head butt the Machop? The Admiral hesitated, looking over his shoulder at the captain as if to confirm the orders that were already clear in his mind. Head butt the Machop? That would be crossing a line, he thought - the Admiral was a pacific penguin in his child’s heart, and was loath, to say the least, to fight when there were so many other paths to walk, so many other ways to end this conflict. But…The captain’s orders… “Nngh…” Paddling his way out of the Machop’s reach, Bubbily looked the fighting Pokémon in the face, Pokémon to Pokémon, man to pint-sized penguin knight. “Can we not fight, please?” -Done. And uh, sorry Bcad, but I'm just finding it really hard to fight a fight when Bubbily's so oblivious- Edited by Admiral Bubbily, Jul 12 2008, 07:25:59 PM.
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| Sikening | Jul 13 2008, 01:51:47 PM Post #9 |
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"What's the matter, you too good to listen to your trainer's orders?" mocked the arrogant Machop. It looked Bubbly in the face and gave up pretending it didn't know how to swim. It began to tread water before zooming straight at Bubbly and hitting him just above the water's surface, sending him backwards a few feet in the water. It would've sent Bubbly further, but the resistance of the water slowed him down. "Come on, I heard Piplups here good at fighting. Unless you're too much of a Chicken to face me." The words were intended to mock Bubbly. He was, in fact, a bird, but definitely not a chicken. No bird in their right mind wanted to be a chicken. Not even chicken wanted to be chicken. The Machop began to zoom in again at another attempt to hit Bubbly, but the allotted three feet between them was enough for him to dive under the water and surface behind the Machop. "So that's how you want to play it, huh?" the Machop said, diving under the water and coming up for a tackle underneath Bubbily. Bubbily hastily retreated, however and the attack missed. "Aww, come on buddy, I'm just trying to have fun," the Machop said, Mocking the Piplup further. Back on land, things were going a little more smoothly. The Tangela got up out of the sand and looked over to Pookie with what appeared to be a smile under all of its vines. "My name is Rickart," it said, clearly glad that Pookie just wanted to have a conversation. "It's nice to meet you, Pookie. Can you believe these humans though? They'd rather fight than sit down and have a nice conversation and a glass of water. I mean, back home you were lucky to get a scrap of food for an entire day." Geeze, this thing knew how to talk. At least it didn't really want to fight. As the Tangela began speaking to Pookie, the Wynaut got up out of the sand and shied away from the Smoochum. It appeared to be really loud when being called into a fight, not to mention the annoying one of the group, but really terrible with women. Typical Wynauts, they never could get over their shyness. Its trainer looked at it as the Blond one turned to the Tangela and Wynaut. " Well don't just sit there, you two, hit the damn thing!" At the blond's words, the Tangela interrupted his own little spiel and spoke in a completely different tone. "My god, I wish that weird guy with the yellow hair would stop trying to order us around like we were his. Then the Wynaut said something. "Yeah, it's not like he's OUR trainer. Same with Eugene. He's always ordering us around." Yes, the Machop's name was Eugene. Most likely because the Blond's favourite actor was Eugene Levy, but that's a different story. The Indian trainer seemed embarrassed by Wynaut's behaviour and decided to repeat what the blond was saying. "Yeah Graham, use Headbutt on Smoochum." But Wynaut just shied away again, unable to approach what he hoped to be his future wife. As the African man stood there mumbling to himself, he heard the blond and the stranger talking about him. "Where he came from doesn't matter to you, but I'll tell you anyways. He is my adopted brother from Africa, and he's a bloody moron." Apparently this is how the Blond always treated his foster brother, degrading him by calling him names, and making fun of him. But this time, the African guy snapped and couldn't take it anymore. His mumbling stopped and he held the blond up by the neck off the sand. "I told you to never call me names, Randy," he said in his heavy African accent. "I've had enough of your crap, and I'm fully prepared to kill you right here and now if I have to." He had clearly lost his mind, but who could blame him? The Indian guy backed away fromt he two, trying to calm the African guy down. "Now take it easy, Tusuk, it's not worth killing him over." "Oh, don't give me that crap, Assan, you've wanted to do this for years, just like I have." The Indian guy was left speechless as you, Pookie, Graham, and Rikart watched the scene. Eugene and Bubbily were still in the water, oblivious to what was happening on land. :female RikartLv. 4 :vit 94% :male GrahamLv. 4 :vit 96% :male EugeneLv. 6 :vit 90% BubblyLv. 5 :vit 82% PookieLv. 3 :vit 94% |
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| Luke | Jul 13 2008, 06:57:57 PM Post #10 |
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So much discord. Truthfully, I'm rather surprised that they aren't fighting each other, foolish land lovers. Perhaps, their true enemy is themselves. Each has a soul that is far too imbalanced to find purity and resolve in their meaning. Would seem that they are a family, yet there is a distinct revolt within them. Back home, the town owned everything, we used what we needed and only what we needed. Though I've seen and developed a fair share of greed with the Aqua's, it was never greed over family, greed over friends. It was was the greed in taking more than I needed from my enemy. A justified greed. Such discord within even such a small unit would be unheard of on my standards. They bring calamity upon themselves. It is not upon me to battle them; moreover, it is upon me to reconcile them. This eternal internal discomfort has even kept them from bonding well enough with their Pokémon for them to accept orders. They treat them like weaponry, like machines, expect them to react to an order without emotion and simply carry it out. These people live by fear, by deceit, rather than the righteous respect and truth. Their very way is most peculiar. Are they beyond remedy or do they simply fail to realize what they mean to each other, fail to realize who they are and simply take their aggressions out on passing strangers? Life may be hard and back home much more solitary, but you could trust people around you and when you were rewarded or punished your rightfully deserved it. Things like this just happening, why this is madness. Looking out to the Pokémon on land, I saw the way things should be. Casual and calm, like friends. No clash. No evil. Just a calm gathering of Pokémon. Never had I told Smoochum to fight and she hadn't, her simple charm had calmed Pokémon that it would seem didn't wish to fight in the first place. She needed no guidance from me, for she knew what she was doing. Perhaps she could get the Pokémon to leave their trainers, if I couldn't succeed in bringing harmony to the group. Over on the water, the one Pokémon most like this Randy still fought and only he. It seemed that Admiral Bubbily was just as intelligent as I and was seeing that we really didn't have a fight here. Just to be certain that he read my intent as well. I looked upon him. "Bubbily, stop. We have no fight here." Now, my mind was racing with thoughts of choosing the right words to say to each of the land-lovers to get them to reconcile their differences and stop attacking each other and me. In the end, my best attempt came as a few sentences to all of them, collecting their names from their statements to enhance its effect. "Randy, Tusuk, Assan. You are brothers. Why do you strike out at each other? At a stranger, even? What qualms do you have with me?" |
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| Admiral Bubbily | Jul 14 2008, 01:38:39 AM Post #11 |
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“Wh-ouch!” Bubbily cried as he tumbled head-over-heels backwards through the salty water, cringing in a fashion that would be considered theatric and overdramatic to most everyone; everyone except the pampered little penguins of the world, of course. His was the sheltered life, the life of the pet, the lap dog, the little Piplup built for anything but battle. This hurt and the Admiral was letting the world know, even as the ocean water kissed it better. And the Machop said he was having fun? “This isn’t fun,” stated the oblivious Piplup soberly as he paddled to what he deemed a safe distance, and then another few feet. The Admiral was scared, hurt, not having fun, and confused - this was not a good day at all, and all he wanted was to lie down somewhere (not on the hot sand) and sleep it all off. Bubbily looked over his shoulder hesitantly, wondering if Luke would be angry that he hadn’t head butted the Machop as he had ordered, but saw that the captain was busy dealing with the trio of trainers that seemed to be getting agitated over some trivial matter or another. The Piplup turned his attentions back to the Machop, wondering what he was expected to do now - he briefly considered the head butt that had been demanded of him, but immediately blanched at the idea, seeing as his prior experiences with getting into the Machop’s range had resulted in pain and failure. Ooh…He didn’t want to face the scary Machop and his mean talk! This environment - more than just dry land - was so alien and bizarre to the confused penguin, that he needed time to wrap his head around it all. What had happened to the peaceful life at sea? How had they suddenly been thrown into this land of hot sand and mean-talking Machops, anyways? So confused… As such, the Piplup could not have been more thankful when the captain - was he psychic? - called him back (although he had to dissent with the captain’s choice of words; Poor Bubbily getting bopped on the head hardly constituted a fight, in his opinion). Disregarding the Machop completely - cause even bullies wouldn’t pick on a tired Piplup with his back turned, right - the Admiral began to paddle towards Luke and the promise of sanctuary. “Nice to meet you, Rickart” muttered Pookie, and had Bubbily been within earshot, instead of contending with some ill-humored Machop (with a funny name), then he would have been quite surprised to see this meek side of the Smoochum he’d befriended - the Pookie he knew was brash and loud, fun-loving and wild. This quite voice didn’t suit her, didn’t suit her at all. Far more fitting would be some obliviously rude comment that left those around her scratching their heads as to what went on behind that pretty little face. The tact held for a second. “Rickart…That’s a funny name!” giggled the little Smoochum as she put a hand to her lips - as if, in afterthought, trying to hold back the words that had so sloppily spilt forwards. Embarrassed, she turned to Wynaut, still failing to notice the ominous air that had settled over the humans, as if she would rather face the Pokémon that had initially intimidated her than well, the alternative. “And what’s your name?” she asked the Wynaut, trying to be polite. But before she could get an answer, it seemed both Rickart - snicker - and the Wynaut who’s name she had no heard began to complain about their trainers. Well, Pookie didn’t really hear what they were saying, except for the one word that caught her attention. Overcame with another fit of the giggles, the young Smoochum literally fell down, and began to roll around with mirth. “Eugene?” gasped Pookie when she found she had enough air in her lungs to do so, and hearing the name again set her off again. But how could she resist - what kind of name was Eugene? The Machop had looked so intimidating and mean, but a name like Eugene? How could anyone be afraid of someone named Eugene? In fact, she was having such a great time, so consumed by her hysteric laughter that… It was a good five seconds before she realized the sand was still scorching hot. “Owowowowowowow!” |
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| Sikening | Jul 14 2008, 10:01:17 AM Post #12 |
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Well, Bubbly did the admirable thing to do, and turned away, refusing to fight. That's why they called him "the Admiral." On his way back to shore, however, the Machop wasn't quite done being a big bully. "You coward, come back here and fight like a man!" it shouted. Eugene's anger was apparent as he began to swim really fast to catch up to Bubbly. With speed unknown to a Machop, Eugene crashed into Bubbly's back and dent him flying over the water and headed straight for the sand back on land. Brace for impact, little Piplup, because you are about to have a terrible crash landing. Or, at least you were until Luke found the strength in him finally to stand up on the hot sand. The salt in the seawater had weathered Luke's feet enough that he couldn't feel the burning sensation on the bottom of his feet. As Luke stood up he heard Bubbly screaming as he came flying towards the four humans. Luke stretched out his arms and caught Bubbly, cradling him softly into a safe landing in his arms. The little Piplup was frightened, but safe nonetheless. Machop proceeded to make its way to the shore, and looked at the two Pokemon it had called "buddies." "Don't just stand there, you two idiots, do something about them!" it screamed in anger. Rickart and Graham stared at him as he began screaming. Eugene then looked up at the trainers, more specifically his, who was being held about two feet off the ground by the African man. "Hey! Put him down you useless brute!" screamed the Machop at the African man, "you two, do something!" "We're done taking orders from you, Eugene," said Rickart, finally sticking up for himself and the little Wynaut. "Yeah! We're sick of you and your dumb ways. We want to have nice friends like Pookie here!" said Graham, blushing as he said Pookie's name. "If you guys don't listen to me, I'm going to have to beat some sense into you," threatened the Machop with the silly name. "Oh, really?" said Rickart as both she and Graham moved in on Eugene while pookie watched after getting out of the sand. The tangela Jumped on the Machop, ensnaring him within its tangled vines and rendering it immobile. "Let me go!" screamed Eugene, struggling to get free. "This is for every cruel thing you've ever done to us," said Graham, moving in and headbutting the Machop in the stomach as Rickart simultaneously bit him in the shoulder. "Ow! Stop!" the Machop pleaded. "It's too late for that, Eugene. We're done with you." Both Rickart and Graham with him a few more tmes before Rickart let him go on the hot sand. The Machop panted for a few seconds before falling flat against the sand, knocked out. ---------------------- Al the Pokemon had their struggle, the humans consulted with their own problems. "I'll give you one chance to apologize for every rude thing you've ever done to me, Randy," Tusuk said, drawing his free hand backwards in a threatening way. "Never," said the blond, gasping for air. "I will never apologize to a nigger like you!" Oh, snap. You could see something in Tusuk's brain just snap as he let his fist slam straight into Randy's face, hitting his lip, nose and eye all at once. Without letting go, he drew his fist back and punched two more times before letting the blond down by dropping him on the ground, marks from his nails left in the blond's neck. "We're tired of your shit, and we're not going to take it anymore. You can keep these Pokemon, too. We don't want anything that you stole from innocent people." With that, Tusuk threw Rickart's pokeball on the ground and instructed Assan to do the same. "Come on, let's go," he said to Assan, who bid farewell to his Wynaut. The blond fainted on the ground after a few minutes and Luke was left there with his Pokemon, the fainted Machop, and Rickart and Graham. Graham walked over to Pookie, Rickart close behind. "I guess we're outcasts now..." he said, getting over his shyness and becoming a little depressed now that Assan had left him there. "Well, Graham, look at it this way: now we don't have to use those silly names that the humans gave us anymore." Graham's face lit up a little at this. He turned to Pookie. "My name, my real name, that is, is Rayne." The Wynaut blushed again, now over his slight depression. "And mine is Laurel." The Tangela smiled a big smile under all the vines. I don't mean to pry but... do you think we could come with you and be your friends?" Laurel asked, hopeful that you'd say yes. Rayne just blused, but managed to squeeze out a "pretty please?" (Laurel, Rayne, Pookie, Bubbly all get +0.6 EXP [Only record for Lauren and Rayne if you let them come]) |
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| Luke | Jul 16 2008, 05:59:58 PM Post #13 |
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So he was a thief? Well, I suppose, now that I can walk straight. I'm free to act like a human being. First call of action is to pick up these pokeballs, being as they aren't mine, I shouldn't attempt to raise the Pokémon just yet. Someone must miss these Pokémon and they weren't lost by violating the ocean either so I should probably see if there are people worried about them. Well, I suppose its really up to them though. If they want to stay with me for a bit or find new trainers, they're welcome to it, but if they want back to their original trainers, then I will try my best to find them. Where would I look though? What should I do with Randy, I can't just let him and his KOed Machop escape. This city must have "the police" thing that I read about as stopping riots in my history books, back at school, though I've never seen a police officer, myself. I'm morally obligated to find some sort of absolution for this man. A fiend without friends who lives by fear should be punished in some sort or fashion. Its just up to me to find his path and not let him escape. Now that I can walk, I should be the stronger and faster of us two so keeping him down shouldn't be too much of a problem. Recognizing exactly what police are might take some work. "Randy, you move, you get hurt." I said all I needed to say to him, before looking at the young Pokémon. "You want to come with me, find your old trainers or find new ones?" The sentence was longer than I had intended, though was indeed the shortest i could fit the thought into. I watched the Pokémon for any signs of response, while still staring down Randy with the corner of my eye. Should he attempt to bolt, he's in for a beating. I suppose, depending on what the Pokémon want, I will either keep them out of their balls or put them in, but the next stop on my to-do list is "the police station" wherever it may be to turn in this man for whatever it is that he may be wanted for. I'm sure its something, at least I fiend stealing Pokémon may be a fiend in many other works, but he had committed at least one crime and it was my duty to see that he gets punished for it. |
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| Admiral Bubbily | Jul 16 2008, 08:29:10 PM Post #14 |
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“…Owwww” whined the Admiral as he tried to sit up, his tiny arms pressed to the side of his head in a futile attempt to stifle the headache. He succeeded on his second try, groping around and pulling himself upright with the reluctant help of more than a few of the captain’s arm hairs. He winced as he did so - his back hurt all of a sudden, and the Piplup almost stumbled off onto the hot sand again. “Oww…What happened?” he asked of no one in particular, as his eyes drifted aimlessly over the whole scene - humans pummeling humans, Pokémon thrashing Pokémon, brethren attacking brethren - and blissfully, blissfully distanced from it all, shrouded in his daze and all. It was as if…Well, Bubbily was watching the chaos unfold before his eyes without really seeing it at all - his eyes had simply been left on and unattended as their owner had gone to wherever he went when he simply blanked out. That’s when the Admiral tumbled out of the captain’s arms and onto the sand again. “Ow, my hiney!” he wailed as he fell on his…hiney. The Piplup saw the captain moving besides him, and realized why he had fallen. While he was momentarily glad for his captain that he’d found his land legs, Bubbily suddenly saw a pale blue shape lying prone on the ground, and that was pretty much the end of any attention he’d been paying to Luke. “Hey, are you ok?” asked the Piplup as he scrambled over to the Machop’s side. Pookie was feeling more than a little silly to have made such a spectacle of but she was herself in front of the new Pokémon, an couldn’t help but smile sheepishly when she found the courage to look up again. While the Smoochum would have been lying if she said she wasn’t glad that the pair weren’t standing there gawking at her stupidity, but at the same time, she was quite alarmed that they were ganging up on the poor Machop (with the funny name). She felt she should do something, anything - because it seemed fundamentally wrong to just bash on Pokémon, any Pokémon, even if they were mean and had weird names. But she was frightened, scared - she didn’t dare lift a finger against these new friends of hers. And so she held her silence, and her peace, wincing whenever it appeared that Machop took a particularly heavy blow. Eugene deserved it, Pookie knew, but… It was over. The Smoochum breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at the bullied Pokémon now, trying to simply forget the last few seconds. “Rayne? Violet? Pretty pretty! Such nice names!” she exclaimed suddenly, truly amazed by the names. She brightened. “Of course we can all be friends! Yay! You can come with us and Bubb’ly and we’ll have so much fun together! And we can play and dance and share food and everything!” The Smoochum turned to the captain. “Please please please can they come with us? They want to!” she asked, giving him her cutest puppy eyes. Edited by Admiral Bubbily, Jul 16 2008, 08:29:34 PM.
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| Sikening | Jul 18 2008, 07:49:55 AM Post #15 |
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Laurel and Rayne looked at Bubbly when he fell off of Luke and into the sang. They laughed for a second before turning back to the big and muscular sea-man. "Come on, please let us come?" "Pretty pretty please? I want to go where this beautiful girl goes!" Oh great, now the Wynaut was using flattery to try and get with Pookie. I guess her kisses are really intoxicating. The two Pokémon looked up at Luke as he contemplated what a "police station" was. Bubbly looked at Pookie, then the Machop, then the Blond guy, then at Rayne and Laurel, and then at Luke, and then went in a circle again. He didn't really know what was going on, due to the fact he had been out in the water with the waves for the last few minutes. All he knew is that there was a fight and now there was a lot of confusion for him to deal with. Some of the people on the beach nearby looked at the scene the same way as Bubbly. One of the people walked up to you. She was wearing a blue uniform and had blue hair, and a Growlithe was walking next to her. "Excuse me, but what happened here?" she asked. You noticed she had a name tag that read "Jenny" on it. Maybe this was one of the "police" people you've read about? ._. It's like short and stuff, and I thought there was more to this plot? Oh well, it's good enough. Edited by Jaal, Jul 18 2008, 08:12:45 AM.
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