Mushroom Bank: Damien Wild Encounter

[Noerd]

A wild Shroomish (Level 13) was encountered here.
Please choose a Pokémon to fight with.

[Lamont]

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His travel through the bank of mushrooms was proceeding quite well for a little while. The care and focus required to avoid another slip up had nearly pushed the discomforting thoughts of the shrine to the back of his mind. Nearly. It seemed Ilex wasn't about to let him forget that so soon as a crack of thunder erupted overhead. The ranger flinched, the noise snapping him from his intense concentration to be reminded of the dark foreboding forest. The rain seemingly came from nowhere, but that tended to be how big storms started. The hush of droplets assaulting the canopy washed over the forest, little streams forming along the leaves as the water made its way to the ground floor. At least he was protected from any winds in here.

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Damien pulled in his coat, secured his hat, pulled out a flashlight, and trudged onward. He wasn't too comfortable being down a hand and continuing on his shortcut, so the boy changed plans and deviated back to one of the more defined routes through the shrooms. The hope was that this was safer, but he hadn't even walking the path for a full minute when something slammed into his leg. Spinning around after he secured his balance, the ranger pointed the torch down and spotted the culprit. The poor thing looked frightened, but almost in the cornered animal sort of way.

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Rather than try to speak over the booming sky and hiss of rain slapping the trees, Damien decided he didn't want to be on the receiving end of an actual attack from the little guy. No doubt if he made any moves, no matter the friendly intentions, the scared pokémon would lash out. So the move he chose to make was to call on one of his party. In a flash the hunched form of his fighter emerged to the trainer's defense. Tardar played with the small leaf held between her lips as she stared somberly at the shroomish for a moment before turning her head round to view Damien.

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"Karate Chop, Tardar," he instructed simply, accompanying his words with a motion in case of a timely snap of the heavens.

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[Noerd]

The thoroughly terrified Shroomish jumped away as Damien started to make his move, ready to fight back as soon as the human made its move. It wasn't sure what was about to happen, but it knew it didn't like it. Another clap of thunder brought a shriek from the little one, and this fright was amplified when it saw the Ranger throw out a Pokéball. Tardar appeared on the sodden ground below, ready to serve her trainer. Shroomish was quite pleased with itself for half a second; at least it was right to expect the worst this time around. This human and its Pokémon were clearly a threat to this forest. Of course, something as absolutely scared stiff as this Grass typed 'shroom probably wasn't going to be able to save anything, but that didn't stop Shroomish from giving it a good effort. Though "good" is a subjective concept.

Tardar demonstrated her superior pace, navigating the bog-like terrain with quite some finesse - well, as much as one could expect in the conditions, anyway. Raising one arm high above her head, she swiftly chopped the Shroomish right on the peak of its cranium. An audible 'crack' could be heard from the blow and even this seemed to spook Shroomish a little. It staggered backward, a little discombobulated from the strike, trying to work out what it should do next. After a few moments of consideration, it decided it needed to recover already. It concentrated as much as it could in the horrible thunderstorm, eyes glowing a vivid green as it established a physical connection of sorts with the Pancham that had just hurt it. Tardar grimaced a little as the Shroomish drained a little of her life source, though it barely seemed to affect her at her current level. Realising this, the Shroomish shivered as it contemplated its fate. This wasn't good, and that was an understatement.

Wild Battle

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Weather: Rain

Wild Shroomish | Level 13
HP: 71% (28/42 HP)
Status: Normal
Shroomish used Mega Drain! Critical hit!

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Damien's Tardar | Level 16
HP: 86% (45/52 HP)
Status: Normal
Tardar used Karate Chop!

[Lamont]

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Even though he knew he had decent reasons for pulling out a pokémon and initiating the battle Damien couldn't help but feel badly toward the decision. The little shroomish didn't exactly come to him with want for a fight; it had just happened. Though, as the combat progressed the wild pokémon did seem to get more into it. A spark of determination twinkling in those grumpy eyes. Or maybe that was just the trick of the light as lightning flashed against the drizzle streaming down from above. It was hard to say given the lighting conditions.

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Tardar sniffled, her fur all wet and clingy. Dead fall was starting to cling to her legs as she traversed the forest area to do as she was told. A sigh escaped her as she brushed some of it off, rather unbothered by the draining effect from her opponent. The black and white bear stretched her neck side to side then moved the small leaf in her mouth before staring dully to the grass type. [break]
"Go a bit easier on this little guy okay Tardar?" Damien requested. He raised a hand to adjust his higher on his head in order to change where the water was streaming off of the brim. He pondered for another moment before shuffling his bag into a position he could more easily reach into. "Maybe a Karate Chop is a bit harsh... Tardar, wear it down a bit more with a Tackle instead."

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The ranger dug into the pockets of his trusty bag and withdrew a pokéball in preparation. If their foe continued to rejuvenate itself it maybe another attack before he could use it, but that just gave him more time to consider his options. It wasn't fair to the frightened shroomish to just attack it into unconsciousness and leave it here. However, he didn't really have any idea what he would do with it. Maybe just find some other trainer who wanted the little guy like he did with the weedle he'd saved from the cold. Yeah. That could work. Save the shroomish from the scare of the storm and get it a good home.

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[Noerd]

The Shroomish was going through a bit of a mental crisis at this point. It felt like it had to do something, but it was constantly trembling in fright from both Tardar's assaults and the unrelenting thunderstorm. Said storm carried on rumbling in the distance, eliciting a sharp squeal from Shroomish every so often. Damien was quite right to feel sorry for this bag of nerves, even if it had now labelled him as a threat to all of nature. If the Ranger could've had any knowledge of this, he might've been able to ease the fungal creature's worries and finish this without any more pain from either side. Unfortunately, Pokémon were infamous in their general inability to communicate their problems. This left his opponent with no idea as to his true nature, and it was going to do its level best to stop this intruder.

But first, there was a muscular panda to deal with. Tardar took a couple of steps forward, the saturated ground beneath her feet beginning to cave slightly under her weight now. Seeing Shroomish doing little more than its usual 'scared stiff' routine, the Pancham took her chance to strike and slammed her full weight into the Grass type. Shroomish tumbled backward, though not without making a move of its own. Whether out of fright or simply a rare moment of clarity, the mushroom let loose a barrage of tiny seeds from its body. The small projectiles soon planted themselves into Tardar's fur rather tightly. The Fighting type tried desperately to free herself of them, swiping at her own hair frantically to no effect. Once these efforts ceased, the seeds sprouted vines and constricted the Pancham somewhat. It didn't seem to be affecting her movement, but she looked even more drained from the attack. This Shroomish was putting up quite the fight, whether deliberately or otherwise.

Wild Battle

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Weather: Rain

Wild Shroomish | Level 13
HP: 59% (25/42 HP)
Status: Normal
Shroomish used Leech Seed!
"Bet you regret RNGing wild moves now, eh Noerd?"

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Damien's Tardar | Level 16
HP: 73% (38/52 HP)
Status: Seeded
Tardar used Tackle!
Leech Seed drained her HP!
"Wut"

[Lamont]

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"Hmmm," came the soft mumble in his throat as he considered the battle. As Tardar struggled against the wrapping vines he figured he should change his plans a bit. That shroomish certainly wasn't taking any chances. Just how he figured; fighting from a frightened corner. "Here, come back Tardar. We'll get all those seeds out of your fur." As he spoke he tossed another of his pokémon into the fray with his free hand; the other still gripping the unregistered ball. The black and white bear watched the light form beside her into the familiar canine and then without a peep turned round and waddled back toward the ranger. [break]
"Watch yourself Booker," Damien began, kneeling down beside the pancham and placing the spare pokéball on a leafy bed within reach. The pup's ears twitched back to listen to his trainer whilst keen eyes locked onto the assumed foe. "Get in close for a Bite alright? But don't aim for anything too damaging."

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A gruff bark came from Booker as he readied for the grass type to make its move. Damien trusted he could let Booker focus on that while he assisted Tardar in removing the leech seeds. His hands free, the young lad withdrew a small pocket multi-tool and flicked open the handy knife. "Just hold still kay?" he instructed, noticing the wink of worry his little fighter gave when he brought out the tool. She did as told though, remaining still as he wrestled a finger around the vines and then proceeded to carefully cut the green bonds. They were too tight to cut all the way through, but it was enough to weaken some strands and then tug at the remainder to snap sections of the seed growth off.

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[Noerd]

Shroomish certainly wasn't getting any more comfortable as this battle wore on. The trembling little mushroom-like creature was perhaps getting even more scared, in fact. The cracks of thunder from above and frequent flashes of lightning were doing their part, but one further intimidation factor came soon with the introduction of Booker to the playing field. The Herdier looked a much stronger foe than Tardar, for certain. Shroomish wasn't going to get out of this battle without a lot of pain, it seemed. The least it could do, then, would be to torture its foes as much as they were beginning to torture it. Or perhaps it was just acting out of instinct because it was unable to think straight in these conditions. Actually, it was probably that latter one.

Whatever caused it, this Shroomish quickly produced yet another of its Leech Seed attacks. No sooner had Tardar been freed from her vines than Booker had been tied up himself by the same old move. The Yorkshire terrier-ish 'mon struggled with the Leech Seed, trying to loosen its grip on his body. However, the efforts were all in vain, and the seeds took their revenge by sapping a small amount of the bold dog's energy. This was certainly going to be a long match with all of the recovery on offer now. Booker's next move, once he'd realised that he wasn't breaking free any time soon, was to dash toward Shroomish and Bite it. As soon as his huge muzzle wrapped around the little Grass type, he flinched slightly. Ew. So this is how Shroomish taste? Disgusting! Ever the loyal pup, though, Booker continued to crush the Shroomish's skull, trying to shorten this match. Shroomish wasn't having any of this, though, and replied with a cloud of Stun Spores. Being so close to his opponent, the Herdier could do little more than breathe in every last particulate, his muscles starting to twinge as a result. Wonderful. Yet more stall tactics. Who's controlling this damn Shroomish? Who do I need to- Oh. Well. Um. Moving on...

Wild Battle

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Weather: Rain

Wild Shroomish | Level 13
HP: 52% (22/42 HP)
Status: Normal
Shroomish used Leech Seed, then Stun Spore!

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Damien's Booker | Level 16
HP: 87% (50/56 HP)
Status: Seeded, Paralysed
Booker switched in and used Bite!


NB: Leftovers heals 4 HP per turn as 56/16 = 3.5, which we round up, while Seeds take only 7 per round. Just because I know the numbers seem weird after the Leech Seed stuff.

Also, Noerd would like to publicly apologise for the most frustrating Shroomish to ever walk the earth.

[Lamont]

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Just as he freed his little bear from the life seeping seeds another round was shot out and latched onto the ranger's hound. As his eyes wandered higher to glimpse how the recent set of exchanges he let out a frustrated sigh. A clap of thunder echoed the young lad's thoughts. Subconsciously he bit his lip as he watched, spores flowing out of the grass type following Booker's own attack and causing the pup to sneeze. The loyal herdier looked to be having a rough time though still had quite a bit of spunk left between the spasms of paralysis.

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"Well..." he muttered, slipping his multi-tool away. Tardar turned herself around to join in the gazing of the shroomish vs herdier, rain dripping down her impassive face. Damien picked up the pokéball from before and stood. "Thanks for holding it steady boy. Looks like this guy has quite a bit more fight than I expected." Booker's nose twitched as he let out a gruff bark. It was time to take a chance. The shroomish was still pretty lively and only getting moreso with every moment so he knew there would be a significant chance of failure, but he didn't want to subject any more of his pokémon to the leech seeds and other status effects shroomish would undoubtedly unleash.

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Reaching back he threw the fresh pokéball to lob the shroomish in the forehead. Something that likely wasn't going to win any endearment from the wild pokémon but as the device left his fingers he held his breath in hope that this would be the end of the poor thing's ordeal.

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[Noerd]

Seeing Damien pull out a Pokéball again, Shroomish jumped out of its skin. It knew what these balls were capable of now, for certain, and this one would probably contain yet another of the human's servants. If they were getting progressively stronger, Shroomish could only wonder how powerful this next one would be. The Grass type watched in grim anticipation as its foe tossed the orb out into the rain. The ball flew through the air toward Shroomish. In fact, wasn't it coming a little too close for comfort? Before the mushroom-like 'mon knew what was happening, the ball had encapsulated it. Well. This was a turn up.

Shroomish rattled around inside its new prison, trying to break free...

... and before long...

... the end result was...

... revealed to be that...

the ball burst open and it flew back out. This little one was not going to back down, it seemed. Not only that, it was going to fight back. Shroomish glared at Booker, glowing again as it drained its new opponent's health all the same as before. It might be bigger and stronger, but it still had health to take away. Shroomish knew that much, and it was going to do all it could to remove all of that life. No matter how long it took.

Wild Battle

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Weather: Rain

Wild Shroomish | Level 13
HP: 76% (32/42 HP)
Status: Normal
Shroomish used Mega Drain!

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Damien's Booker | Level 18
HP: 73% (41/56 HP)
Status: Seeded, Paralysed
Damien used a Pokéball! But Shroomish broke free!

(Level is corrected; the calculations were all fine, I just forgot to edit the level from when Tardar was out. I think you double check these things anyway, Lam, but just a heads up anyway.

Am assuming your ball was self-deducted, so I haven't touched it.)

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The ranger bit his lip, his tooth lightly digging into the inner flesh as he considered his options. At this point he was almost of the mind the thought of capturing was more than just out of pity for the frightened pokémon. Every moment it appeared to become only more determined. It fought fiercer and harsher, and wasn't about to let this all come to a close as long as it could still fight. Damien smirked. There was more to this flowerless shroom than he had initially thought. A spunk.

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While the lad pondered Booker was out in the dribble of rain paralyzed and covered in sapping seeds. "Come on back Booker, you did good." He leaned down and pat the panda's head; Booker giving an affirmative bark. "Let's try this again Tardar, kay? Karate Chop this time." He wasn't going to underestimate this Shroomish any longer. He didn't want to continue holding back, though, Damien was liking the idea of capturing this guy more and more with every passing moment. He grinned and greeted the retreating herdier with a rigorous ruffle of his wet fur. [break]
"Good boy. Now let's get you free of all those vines..." It was time for the knife again. Booker choosing to lay on the ground to limit the jarring of muscle spasms from interfering.

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Now hopefully he wasn't going to have to do this a third time. If he had any hands free he'd be crossing his fingers and hoping the grass pokémon was rejuvenated enough to not spew forth another set of leech seed. He could hope.

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[Noerd]

Shroomish was demonstrating an admirable level of resistance, considering the terror that it was clearly experiencing right now. Again, it looked more like luck than meticulous planning, but that barely mattered in the circumstances. What was important was that this little one was most certainly a promising fighter. Probably. Maybe. The rain continued to plummet down, splashing into the waterlogged earth beneath. Shroomish carried on jumping and startling itself after each and every noise, both the thunderclaps from the sky and the splashes as rain struck the puddles across the ground. It was remarkable that the little one hadn't given itself a heart attack, really.

Despite this scared nature, Damien had finally decided to give the little one a bit more respect. Tardar returned to the battlefield, ready to give the overgrown mushroom a proper attack this time around. The Grass type had shown that it could hold its own, after all, so the Pancham needed to prove herself too. Or something. Anyway. Tardar plodded on through the disgusting-feeling soil under her feet, her once-pristene black fur now coated in the brown filth that she was having to wade in. Once she arrived, she landed a powerful Karate Chop on Shroomish's skull, knocking the Grass type down into the ground. Shroomish grimaced at the pain, staying down for quite some time as if hiding from everything around it. As it did this, though, it let loose another cloud of yellow dust. Tardar would barely notice as the Stun Spore infiltrated her nostrils, subjecting her to the same fate as her ally moments earlier. Only when she tried to walk back did she notice her muscles starting to stiffen. Not an ideal situation, but at least it wasn't residual healing again.

The Never-Ending War

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Wild Shroomish | Level 13
HP: 30% (13/42 HP)
Status: Normal
Shroomish used Stun Spore!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' ali- EEP!"

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Damien's Tardar | Level 16
HP: 73% (38/52 HP)
Status: Paralysed
Tardar used Karate Chop!
"pls die kthx"

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Well. It wasn't a leech seed but it was still a bother. Now the ranger had two paralyzed pokémon he'd need to tend to after this little venture through the wood was finished. Booker remained comfortably spread along the sodden ground, little jostles from the spore effects vibrating the hound from time to time. Damien ran his fingers through the matted fur as a bit of comfort having finished snapping the vines off though his attention was more focused on his black and white bear standing off against the resilient shroomish. [break][break]

Scanning over the condition of the wild pokémon Damien decided now was probably as good a time as any. With Tardar afflicted by paralysis it wasn't going to be too reliable to keep up the damage once the little guy went back into absorbing energy again. He quickly slipped his bag to the side to pull out another pokéball. [break]
"Hang back Tardar, going to try to capture it again," he instructed, shortly thereafter the rounded device flying over her head to bop the grass type pokémon in the noggin and begin the second attempt at capture. Tardar sighed. She looked to the ground for a moment then shrugged and plopped right down, rolling onto her back to stare up at the rain dripping off of the canopy.

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[Midnightive]

As both Pokemon stood on the battle field not one of them wanting to lose or surrender. while the wild Shroomish was panting for breath because of low heath. Tardar was standing straighter stronger, then Shroomish but small electrical chargers sparked off of him ready to stop his every move. But Tardar was faster with a smile on his face he watched the Pokeball fly carefree over his head. Tardar waited as the ball took the plant Pokemon into it grasp. Tardar and Damien watched as the Pokeball shook once, then again. Damien and Tardar leaned forward in hopes that it would pop out on the last struggle. The ball shook once again and the red flashing light faded to nothing. The Pokemon was caught.

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ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

The level 13 Shroomish was caught!

Tardar fought well in battle.
Tardar gained 2 levels making them level 18 and gained + 1 happiness.


Booker fought well in battle.
Booker gained 1 levels making them level 19 gained + 1 happiness.


Jade cheered on watching their every move.
Jade gained 1 levels making them level 8.

Shroomish code:

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[b]Shroomish[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 13
Moves: Leech Seed, Mega Drain, Stun Spore, Tackle
Ability:Effect Spore or Poison Heal
Nature/Personality: [choose]