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Post by MidnightLugia on Mar 29, 2024 0:16:16 GMT 11
Walking into the tranquil little New Bark Town, the midday sun gleaming overhead in the clear blue sky as various windmills quietly hummed while turning in the breeze, Aurora "Rory" Hawthorne paused and found herself instinctively start twirling a lock of her chestnut curls around her right pointer finger. Nova had mentioned in her letter of need that Professor Elm of New Bark Town was a necessary first visit before continuing onward into the region of Johto, as this was where Rory would be able to acquire her very first true partner Pokémon. Nova had not mentioned anything about the options the professor would be presenting, wanting her dearest friend to go in to the situation with as open a mind as possible, and Rory supposed this was a fair tactic on her part.
However, what brought pause to the teenager's steps and a finger to her flowing curls was one specific detail that Nova had made certain was included in the letter to her quiet and quiet introverted friend from Snowpoint City: Professor Elm is a bit eccentric, and is known for being a little scatterbrained and disorganized when he gets wrapped up with his research. That brief description alone had Rory worried that the professor would be not only quite chatty but somewhat difficult to hold a solid conversation with. She was already anxious enough about being in a brand new region far from home, and certainly didn't need her social anxiety adding to her discomfort. Plus, if this Professor Elm knew of her performance loving family (who were of course renowned the world over), than he'd probably make the false assumption that she was just as bubbly and outgoing as her parents and three siblings. The one bright side to this whole situation, thought Rory as she took another glance up at the sky, was that there didn't appear to be any signs of potential thunderstorms for miles around in all directions.
Closing her eyes, Rory calmly counted out three deep breaths while her right hand transitioned from her hair to the small pouch clipped to her waist, within which rested a variety of small smooth stones. Picking out a flat, oblong stone with rounded edges (one that she had always considered to resemble the shape of a Pokémon egg) and holding it within her closed right hand for extra comfort, Rory started walking once more toward the building with a sign out front that read, "Professor Elm's Pokémon Lab" in easy to read lettering. Stopping before the door, she raised her right hand and gave three knocks before letting it rest again at her waist while she waited for someone to hopefully answer the door.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 31, 2024 10:40:27 GMT 11
The quiet spring day was not without his bustling footsteps pounding against the simple steps leading up to Professor Elm’s doorsteps. Cherubic young faces, round and full of the essence of youth itself, pressed their diminutive forms through the threshold, grabby hands outstretched for their very first starters before ultimately being sent on their ways. Engrossed in his own research, often the chestnut haired older man with a slight receeding hairline would simply press his glasses up on his face and point one of his assistance to handle the task. However, such a method where one forgot to look before they spoke was not without its setbacks. Sometimes deliveries were often screamed at the scatterbrained professor, who immediately jumped up from his microscopes and petri dishes to immediately tend to such matters, and whether he remembered to return back or he started an entirely new project was a complete mystery in and of itself. With one of the windows of the lab being left wide open, allowing the gentle spring’s breeze so caress through its open frame and wrap around the Professor and helping assistance, it also invited a strange creature. The small avian plopped up on the windsill with a tilt of its head as she surveyed the lab with its many mahogany tables bright in the ruddy red wood lacquered to protect their frame. Most were littered with strange human items such as magazines and paperwork full of exciting findings and carefully crafted hypotheses. It narrowed its sharp beady eyes angrily and squawked with two flaps of its mighty pink wings, before diving headfirst for Professor Elm with talons outstretched just as an assistant opened the door to greet Rory. “Hello! Welcome to Professor Elm’s lab. He’s…uh…a little busy at the moment…” The assistant apologized, but Elm just shouted over her. “Hey! I remember your parents calling! Please help! The starters are on that table. Can you choose one and fight off this wild Pokemon?” He pleaded, running around his lab as Spearow swooped after him in hot pursuit. This was a terrible nest for its future young, but what was worse was the thought of having humans so close to its nest that it planned to have set up on Route 29. It would show them a thing or two! A Lv. 2 Wild Spearow is attacking Professor Elm!  Aurora must select her starter and defend Professor Elm!    Shiny: pJbK9I4Cp_1-42
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Post by MidnightLugia on Apr 3, 2024 14:03:09 GMT 11
Taking a single step back, Rory tried to figure out just what exactly she had walked into... and, perhaps more importantly, whether or not this kind of incident was an everyday occurrence for the eccentric Professor Elm. Also, the fact that her parents had actually called ahead to the professor was an unsurprising discovery, knowing just how much they genuinely both cared about her, but not knowing what else the conversation included brought about some extra anxiety for the already nervous teenage girl. But now was not the time to dwell on the unknown, for the professor clearly needed assistance right away.
Stashing her smooth pebble back away within its special pouch, Rory stepped past the assistant with a quick "Excuse me," and headed directly for the starters sitting upon the table within their respective Poké Balls with a small image before each ball depicting what lay within. The cries of the aggravated Spearow urged her to make a quick decision, and as her mind silently sped through potential future experiences she could likely expect with each partner... her right hand ultimately found itself closed upon the ball containing Charmander, the Fire-type Lizard Pokémon.
Picking it up and the holding the ball before her, the quiet girl from Snowpoint City closed her eyes as she took a deep, reassuring and calming breath... and then locked eyes on the angrily flapping Spearow, ready to hopefully save the day. Battling had never really been her thing, but she had seen enough of her family's performances to know the basics at least. "Charmander, my new friend, please come out and help us with your power..."
A beam of sparkling white light emerged from the simple Poké Ball as its two halves opened up, and from this light emerged an orange reptile with deep blue eyes, a cream-colored belly, and a long tail that narrowed to a brightly burning flame at its end. It, too, almost immediately noticed the Spearow and turned to look back at Rory with an expectant look, which reminded Rory she had to give her new partner a command.
"Right, sorry Charmander," Rory expressed in a quiet a voice, a subtle blush warming her cheeks before the squawk of Spearow brought back her focus and confidence. "Right, right... time to act. I think you know the move Growl, so how about we try to get Spearow's attention off of Professor Elm with that! At least then we could hopefully engage it in battle without potentially hurting that poor man..."
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Post by Pixel on Apr 9, 2024 9:21:06 GMT 11
The spearow harassed Elm with pecks and scratches, it wings flapping with menace. How dare there be humans so close to where it wanted to build a nest! Didn't they know it was nesting season and that they. did. not. belong?! Any spearow worth their flight feathers knew better than to let such menaces stick around too long, lest their hatchlings be stolen away by some tiny brat with a ball. It screeched out a battlecry, ready for another wave of attack, when a different human grabbed one of the balls and released a lizard out into the human den. Ah, one of those. One of those human pets. It growled at the spearow and the spearow sneered in return <You think to intimidate me?! HA! You are just a housepet. I will be rid of you and your cowardly kin so that my future hatchlings can nest safely!> And then it promptly swooped down at the charmander to peck, peck, peck away. Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Wild Spearow LV 2
HP 100% [14/14]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Charmander LV 5
HP 95% [19/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Wild Spearow[Keen Eye]: Status; -1 ATK Charmander [Blaze]: Status SP13 Charmander used growl
SP8 Spearow used peck!
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Post by MidnightLugia on Apr 15, 2024 0:03:53 GMT 11
((Not now, of course, but would Rory be allowed to attempt to capture this Spearow later on in the battle?))
"Char, char, char!" called out the Lizard Pokémon with each peck it received, attempting to swat at the Spearow with its small arms. Hoping that her new trainer would issue another command sooner rather than later, particularly one that would cause this Spearow some damage and get it out of her face, Charmander stole a glimpse with pleading eyes at the teenage girl with chestnut brown hair who was in fact just beginning to speak again.
"I'm sorry, Charmander!" Rory began, feeling guilty over the fact that this terrible little bird was now taking its anger out on her newest friend. However, what the little Fire-type needed now was not apologies but a partner who could lead it to victory. Taking the small egg-shaped stone back out of her pouch and feeling its smooth edges within her right fist, Rory regained her confidence and issued her next command. "Let's try to get some distance between the two of you with a nice strong burst of Ember!"
Charmander liked the sound of this, and as small flames began rise up from within her chest, she, too, took on a new level of confidence as she turned her head upwards to lock eyes with the annoyingly aggressive Tiny Bird Pokémon.
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Post by kito on Apr 16, 2024 5:18:40 GMT 11
As the flames erupt from the tiny lizards mouth it caught the Spearow off guard. Allowing the flames to score a direct hit.standing up with it's entire plumage now destroyed the Spearow began to squeak indignantly at the charmander. How dare you ruin my beautiful feathers you commoners house pet. I will tech you manners you ungrateful whelp. With it's piece said the Spearow jumped into the air charging at the charmander it's beak glowing as it process to peck as if its life depends on it.Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
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HP 29% [4/14]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Charmander LV 5
HP 90% [18/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Wild Spearow[Keen Eye]: Status; -1 ATK Charmander [Blaze]: Status SP13 Charmander used ember
SP8 Spearow used peck!
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Post by MidnightLugia on Apr 16, 2024 14:20:59 GMT 11
As Spearow continued its relentless pecking, Rory knew she had to end this battle and relieve Charmander of any more pain. She was about to issue a command for the fiery little lizard to deliver the finishing blow... when all of a sudden, that choice didn't feel quite right. There had to be a reason why the Spearow was so upset, and chances are it was something beyond the Tiny Bird's control, which means it didn't deserve to be seared by flames any more than it already had.
Quickly placing her calming stone back in its little pouch hanging at her waist, Rory's right hand moved back slightly to unclip a single Pokeball from her belt, bringing it up close to her face as she considered what she was about to attempt for the first time ever. "Charmander, my new friend, I really hope this works... and I'm sorry if it doesn't!"
Giving the ball a quick kiss for good luck, Rory took a calming deep breath before locking her eyes on the ferocious little Spearow, pulling her right arm back, and then swinging it forward again as a simultaneous flick of her wrist sent the shiny red and white sphere flying straight and true towards poor Charmander's aggressive attacker.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 19, 2024 23:48:45 GMT 11
To say that Spearow was angry was an understatement. It was absolutely livid. Humans gathered in places where they simply didn’t belong, with their strange cubicle living quarters pressed nearby trees that were perfect for roosting and preparing nests in. How could Spearow kind safeguard their nests and keep their young ones protected with such contraptions springing up everywhere, as though these humans needed every square inch of land that they spotted for themselves?! This was something that the pink-winged avian wouldn’t stand for. It fluffed it’s feathers up and turned its beak sharply to Charmander. The flame-tailed lizard seemed to stand down for a moment. Good! Maybe the hairbrained nincompoop finally realized the strength and might of Spearow’s beak! They were fierce birds who would never give up no matter how the odds might be stacked against them. “Had enough, you common house pet?! Or should I peck your brains out some more and teach you some real manners?! Tell your humans to clear out and get rid of this poor excuse of a nest! It’s too close to my tree!”When Rory fished a small ball out of her bag, the wild bird’s eyes widened in alarm. “And just WHAT does your human think it’s going to do with that?!” But…house pets lived in these things, didn’t they? As Spearow convinced itself that she was simply recalling Charmander and nothing more, it preened down its fluffed-up feathers and calmed itself. “She’s just taking you away right? You’re all leaving? That’ll be good!” Spearow huffed. When Rory chucked the ball at Spearow itself, the bird squawked loudly in protest before disappearing in a bright red beam of light. Ding! It was successfully captured! Professor Elm relaxed with a smile. "Thank you for saving us from the Spearow. Well...looks like you've got a Spearow and this Charmander now, huh?" He chuckled.
Success! Lex gained 2 levels. Lex increased to Level 7!Please fill out the form on your new Pokemon:
[img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/gen5/spearow.png"]
[b]Spearow[/b]
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Gender: [choose]
Level: 2
OT: Aurora Hawthorne
Moves: Peck, Growl
Ability: Keen Eye
Nature/Personality: [choose]
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Post by MidnightLugia on Apr 21, 2024 3:27:38 GMT 11
 Spearow Name: Hilda Gender: Female Level: 2 OT: Aurora Hawthorne Moves: Peck, Growl Ability: Keen Eye Nature/Personality: Rash // Hilda has a fiery temper and is currently quite distrustful of humans, but Rory is hopeful that she may be able to break through this resentment and form a connection with the fierce little fighter.
Could you also modify Charmander's nickname from Lex to Alexi, please?
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"I... I suppose I have," Rory responded in surprise, having honestly not fully expected the ball to have been so successful. As she walked over and kneeled down upon the floor to pick up the ball, Charmander coming closer to cautiously peer at the shiny red and white sphere herself. Rory wondered whether or not the angry little bird would continue its assault upon inevitably being sent out in the future, and decided then and there that a day or so of rest for the little Spearow -- or Hilda, which seemed an appropriate name -- might increase her chances of a positive result.
Turning then to Charmander, who appeared have a subtly feminine appearance now that Rory could see the Pokémon up close, Rory thanked the little lizard for her cooperation. "Thank you for assisting me today, Charmander. I really appreciated your help, and would be delighted to have you join me on my adventure through Johto. I truly believe that we could help each other grow stronger together, if you'll have me as your trainer... Alexi?"
Charmander, who had been attentively looking into the teenager's eyes as she spoke, cocked her head at the sound of the suggested nickname. She rather liked it, to be honest, and rather liked the aura of genuine kindness that seemed to be emanating from the girl, too. With a small grin, Alexi, scurried up Rory's arm and made herself comfortable upon the trainer's shoulders like a cozy warm neck pillow, Alexi's tail draping down from Rory's left shoulder with the flame-tipped end hovering carefully over her heart.
Turning back to Professor Elm as she rose to her feet, a small smile upon her own face now that everything seemed to have calmed down, Rory explained why she had come here today. "I'm unsure exactly of just how much my parents shared with you, but I've come from Snowpoint City in Sinnoh here to Johto upon the request of my close friend, Nova, and she highly suggested stopping here to meet you before beginning my adventure across the region."
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Post by AshenPhoenix on Apr 25, 2024 22:40:20 GMT 11
Professor Elm nodded in agreement with Aurora's words. " Yes, they certainly mentioned that! And it seems this visit has been quite fruitful, hm?" he smiled, turning his attention to the computer on his desk. " Let me just note... Aurora Hawthorne... Snowpoint... Charmander..." His fingers effortlessly danced across the keyboard, accompanied by satisfying clicks and clacks, as he filled in all the required information, murmuring to himself to ensure there were no errors. "There!" he announced, with a final press of the button. " You're free to start your journey from now on! If you need anything else, please check out my site; it has all the details for potential Pokédex holders. Just make sure to read it carefully, alright?" Elm stood up straight, shifting his gaze from the computer screen to Aurora. " And I truly hope you'll find your friend. I'll be cheering you on from my lab. Perhaps you'll even make more friends along the way! Anything is possible now!" With a theatrical thumbs up and a smile stretching from ear to ear, he conveyed his optimism to the girl. Unnoticed by anyone until now, sounds emanated from outside. A small crowd of newcomers and children had gathered in front of the lab, and in the midst of it stood a wild Sentret. Kids were shouting commands at it - " Sit! Stand! Beg! Roll!" - and to the amusement of the onlookers, the creature obediently fulfilled each command, hoping for a prize in the form of a Berry or any other food. Sadly for it, none of the spectators intended to feed the Sentret, despite enjoying its antics and it gradually growing tired of this. After another "roll," the Pokémon decided it had enough and lashed out at the boy, biting him on the hand and leaving a reddish mark. Pandemonium ensued as the child began to scream and cry, the other children yelled and scattered as if the Sentret carried the plague, and older teens conversed among themselves, " Serves him right for annoying it!" Left standing alone, angry and hungry, the Sentret seethed with resentment. 
Level 8 Sentret is disappointed in humanity. What will Aurora do?
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Level? p_2-8
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