The Grrreat and Powerful Penoa to the rescue! [Happy Q]

[Noerd]

'Oh wow, you just continue to disappoint me. You sure do love yourself, don't you?' Rod rolled his eyes, his mouth twitching while he continued to glare at his opposition. How could someone be so determinedly arrogant all the time? His only attack so far had been quelled and yet this "Penoa" seemed completely unfazed. It wasn't worth his time trying to comprehend this... "man", that was for sure. Even so, he couldn't help but feel incredibly peeved by Penoa. He simply had to put this "greatest player of all time" in his place now. There was no other option. He had to win. He wasn't going to let Penoa lecture him any more.

'Glameow, get out there and Scratch this mutt!' Rod commanded. His feline servant sighed, stepping forward slowly. She couldn't help but continue to marvel at Alexander's majestic appearance, truth be told. It seemed like such a waste to rough up the pooch, but orders were orders and she knew better than to disobey. She slinked forward swiftly, her claws extending outward from her feet as she moved. Alex was quicker this time though and made full use of his beautiful features by shooting Glameow an incredibly folorn look. Glameow froze on the spot as she saw the sorrowful expression, unsure what to make of it. Was he just as unhappy with this fight? Perhaps this was a bad idea...

'Glameow! Get on with it!' Rod shouted impatiently, seeing his Pokémon's reluctance and obviously taking a disliking to it. Glameow froze in her place for a second, the harsh voice ringing in her ears. She had absolutely no choice in the matter. Failure would mean... well. Failure wasn't a luxury she could afford. She continued her attack, slashing half-heartedly across Alexander's face. That would have to do for now. 'Pft... pathetic. All it took was puppy-dog eyes to throw you off? You know better than that!' Glameow flinched instinctively. Her trainer didn't sound at all impressed. She had to clean up her act and fast. For her own good.

Trainer Battle

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Rod's Glameow | Level 10
Health: 100% (32/32 HP)
Status: -1 Attack
Glameow used Scratch!

VS

Penoa's Alexander | Level 14
Health: 93% (43/49 HP)
Status: Normal
Alexander used Baby-Doll Eyes!

[tgapp]

During the interaction, the young magician continued to egotistically have his chest puffed out as he tilted his nose up ward slightly giving an small point. His expression said it all as Penoa continued to admire his battle scheme knowing that it would mostly likely bring forth an win to add to the list. Although when the opponent fired off with some more complaining and feeble insults, the pink haired youth slightly glanced at the opponent dismissively. "it must sting horribly to know he the wonderful trainer you have been prevledged to lose against to simply be well" he began before throwing up his hands slightly allowing his white and pink stripped top hat to gently tossed up, having the head accessory gently placing upon his velvety pink locks. "an complete stranger illustrating that he is better than you in battle let alone in stage presentation" Penoa continued to taunt in his usually egotistic tone before placing his hands upon his hips. Silently his prideful smirk widened even more before gazing at the green haired youth. "it must be excruciating to know ultimately the Grrreat and Power Penoa is using you to prove an point nothing more then that, simply an stone to step upon before forgetting that you had any significance such as an nameless and worthless pebble" he said in an acidly taunting tone as his icy blue eyes gazed into the other trainer's own optics.

Afterwards the attacks began which due to speed Alexander's baby doll eyes went off first. Notcing the opposing pokemon hesitate in its attack, Penoa puffed up his chest before letting an boastrous laugh erupt from his mouth. "excellent and marvelous, Alexender your drama play reviews are paying off" the stage magician complemented his prized pooch. Once the feline completed its attack, the pink haired youth glanced at it his mind wondering what would be the best thing for it and the other pokemon after the battle. "cruel to train an pokemon such as this, it prohibits them from reaching an grand performance" he though before shifting his attention to Alexander. Wearing an slight frown, the poodle gently rubbed his nose paying close attention to it hoping that his marvalous snought did not get roughened up. However, the canine noticed an spec upon his perfectly shiny nose. "Frou" it muttered using his left paw to carefully remove it. The pokemon stayed silent for an few moments before letting the spec of dirt and mud fall to the ground before he tenaciously stomped upon it.

Knowing that the drama pooch was ready for the offensive, he gave the green haired opponent an smirk. "time for the escalation point after-all that feline messed up your perfectly clean nose with its dirty paws" the stage magician dramatically pointed at the opposing pokemon. "venture forward with style use headbutt" Penoa called forth the attack which the fluffy pokemon responded with an slight growl before sprinting forward full speed. The pokemon glared upon the opposing feline as it lowed it's head attempting to bash his entire head and body upon the opposing pokemon. Indeed, the feline unknowing made an drama queen......mad.

[Lamont]

Every word from this magician's mouth irked Rod beyond belief. So pompous, arrogant, and worst of all... showy. The ace trainer wrung his hands for a second before moving his digits to meddle with his cuffs in an attempt to hide his deep agitation. The glameow's tail twitched awkwardly, feeling her trainer's ire behind her. It was an aura she was well familiar with and had worked so hard to keep it from happening as much as possible. If it wasn't for this trainer today would have been a nice day. She had to work hard here to impress Rod.

"Tch, who exactly is around to witness this 'point' you're making, clown?" the boy spat in retort. It was just him and Penoa in here. There was no audience... unless this freak show was recording them? Rod considered this for a second, brow raising as he did a quick look around for any cameras. There didn't seem to be any on his person... and a recorder just didn't seem this guy's style. He was all about the show.
"Whatever, I don't have time for this or you. Glameow, take another tuft of fur from that mongrel." The cat let out a pitiful meow in reply to the command.

But it would be the proud hound that acted first. Head lowering the fine canine broke into an effortless flowing canter and rammed into the scrawny feline. Glameow was thrown back, rolling up plumes of dust in her wake while the furfrou rounded and slowed into a trot; head in the air, fine combed ears bobbing with each step back toward Penoa. It looked like that was it. The fight was over in one fell swoop. Rod dug his heel into the ground, snarling.
"You useless fur ball. What have I spent all this time training you for?" Glameow twitched, head raising and shoulders adjusting to push herself to stand. It took incredible effort, her legs wobbling, but the abused cat managed to get on all fours and make a shaky walk back into the fight.


Trainer Battle

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Rod's Glameow | LV 10 | Limber
Health: 6% (2/32 HP)
Status: -1 ATK
Used Scratch!

VS

Penoa's Alexander | LV 14 | Fur Coat
Health: 79% (43/49 HP)
Status: Normal
Used Headbutt!

[tgapp]

Penoa remained silent for an few moments as he gazed upon the opponent as the magician kept his chest proudly puffed out. Despite, the pink haired silence his taunting smirk remained as he soaked in the bliss of knowing  that the foolish trainer was getting even more agitated. However, when the stage magician glanced at the cat his smirking expression slightly replaced with pity. "such an wonderful normal type yet mishandled" he thought his wrenching as he knew this pokemon could have been so much more. Indeed, maybe even an spectacular actor for his show yet that could not be as long he was owned by an feeble trainer such as the green haired clown. Alexander glanced back sensing some of the disappointment from his trainer regarding the normal type they were battling.

The attacks began which sent the normal type flying off in the distance while leaving an small scratch upon the furfrou. "blind as well as being an feeble trainer" Penoa began before smugly placing an hand upon his chin. "There was always an audience indeed the Grrreat and Powerful Penoa's audience were" he mentioned in his usual pompous and taunting tone. "your own pokemon illustrating that your training methods are inferior to natural talent such as Penoa's own amazing stage prowess" he exclaimed flauntingly as he spread his hands performing an small twirl of his body for emphasis. "now time to end the show o yes the show of the downfall of an useless and repugnant simpleton" he exclaimed as he pointed at the green haired youth. "close the curtain with an headbutt dear Alexander" the pink haired youth instructed while giving an elegant flourish of his long pink locks.

[Lamont]

It wasn't going well. Not at all. It infuriated him. Fists balling up, nails biting into his palms, teeth biting into his lip. The physical sensations only kept his anger barely tamed. He needed to get out of here. "Go on you lousy cat, get that dog!" Rod wasn't paying any attention to the battle by this point, knowing what outcome would result no matter what he ordered his useless pokémon to do. The annoying magician was spouting some more grandiose nonsense he didn't care to process either. Instead the coordinator was glancing around for an escape route. His eyes landed on the houndour, cowering in a tube. Another useless pokémon. It had come off so fierce initially.

"Pathetic..." he mumbled, eyes momentarily flitting back to see the mighty furfou headbutt the wounded glameow straight back into a bundle of tower blocks. Rod cursed under his breath, spun on his heel, then bolted for the back of the tent. He burst through a fold in the canvas, the shining sun catching in his eyes over the lightly forested surroundings. Another curse escaped his lips as he moved a hand to shield his eyes.

But it was too late.

Sammy had been watching the fight, head poked in through the sides of the tent. When Rod bolted he darted around and tackled the cruel man to the ground. Rod had the wind knocked out of him, head smacking the ground and leaving stars in his eyes. Sammy quickly sat on top of him, grabbing one of the coordinator's arms and pulling it back awkwardly. When Penoa came to the scene Sammy greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Oh, thank you, Thank You!" he started, clapping a hand on his knee. "It was brilliant! You're indeed a Great and Powerful Magician. I couldn't have done it without you. Now this scoundrel will be behind bars, and those poor pokémon will be treated right."

Sammy reached around and pulled out a luxurious looking pokéball, offering it out to Penoa with his free hand. "Here, take this pokéball. I know you'll be able to use it to its full potential. Pokémon love this ball. Just being in it will make them happier, you'll see!"

"Now... I'll take care of this guy. I've already called for the police so they should be here any time. Thanks again!"

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VICTORY!

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Alexander grew to LV 16 and gained +1 Happiness! (+2)
He would like to learn Tail Whip; delete an old move?

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Coordinator Rod was apprehended!


Sammy rewarded Penoa with a Luxury Ball
Penoa can now buy Luxury Balls from the Cherrygrove Pokémart

[tgapp]

ooc- Alexander will not learn tail whip

A few seconds the battle was over as the last headbutt sent the opposing pokemon flying. Penoa gently closed his light blue eyes as his face glowed with egotistic glee. The young magician continued to have his chest puffed out in defiant bravo as he could feel the anger and bitterness resonating from the opposing trainer. Alexander glanced at the trainer before tilting his head upward as an smug smirk appeared upon his muzzle. "Frou" it barked before majesticly galliping back to his master before being sent back into his comfy pokeball.

During this time the villinious coordinator bolted out of the tent to only be apprehended by an bystander. Hearing the commotion, Penoa slightly oppened his eyes out of his egotistic daydreaming before walking outside. Receaving the praise from the officer, Penoa let out an hardy and egotistic chuckle. "well of course Penoa is the grrreatest trainer upon this realm that scoundrol defeat was garenteed" he boasted while tilting his head upward while his pompous smug remained upon his lips.

Soon he was given an luxery ball which was put into his inventory. The pink haired youth waved the captured criminal and the officer goodbye as he continued onto his journey towards fame and wealth.

[Tyger]

Sammy didn't seem phased by the youth's absolute and total confidence within himself, and even took it as a bit of praise on the situation. He beamed once more before turning back to Rod, who was rolling his eyes once again. With his Pokemon fainted, all of his smart back-talk was gone, he had nothing to back it up. He seemed a bit deflated, as though there wasn't much else for him to do but wait and face his fate. Admirable, if he wasn't being such a grouch about it. He muttered something incoherent and probably vulgar, but it was too quiet for anyone to hear. Probably better for young Sammy's ears, anyway. Outside of that, the clearing would be swarming with police within a few minutes. Penoa had helped apprehend an abusive trainer and had probably given young Sammy a role model to look up to. That being said, there were other possible places for Penoa to go.

The path still had two other options for Penoa to explore. The left and right paths disappeared into forest, but both had been well worn down with travel. They 'went' somewhere, even if it wasn't back towards the city. It seemed Jimmy had headed back home with the two Pokemon that he had remaining, safe and sound thanks to the magician 'hero.' The sounds of police cars crunching against gravel could be heard in the distance; sounded like they were finally apprehending Rod. That left heading back that way meaningless. Would Penoa travel down another path, left or right? Or would he head on towards the city to share his exploits with the world? A decision needed to be made before too long, there was only so much time left within the day! The Houndour's trails would be getting cold soon.

-Middle path has been completed!- 

- Will you go left, right, or end quest?-