It was fitting, perhaps, that Minske arrived to begin his journey in New Bark Town by boat. The smell of the ocean ruffled through his hair, the salt of the spray seasoned his skin, and the warm sun cast a pinkish glow over his cheeks even in the early spring warmth. It took his breath away, made him feel hopeful for the future rather than anxious of his past. He felt too young sometimes, off-balance, to feel so old - but that's what happened when one spent most of their childhood being their own adult. But he didn't have to worry about anyone else, not anymore. This was his freedom and his escape, and walking through the quaint little village and into the route after a stop at the lab, he could feel himself light as a feather. Life on the road was no stranger to him, and he'd always enjoyed the company of nature despite the bugs and the sunburn and the cold nights.
It felt nice, as well, to have a partner for the first time. Minske paused on the trail, pulling the lone Pokeball contemplatively from his bag. It felt oddly heavy, comfortable, in his hand. He pressed the button with his thumb, tossing the 'ball to the ground before him. He felt a little nervous, actually, as the water Pokemon emerged. She looked around herself, and with a slight nod, it seemed she recognized her surroundings. Her unreadable pinkish eyes landed on him. He stood still, quiet, allowing her to perform her inspection. And inspect him she did - she walked around him with her waddling steps, looking him up and down as if he was a literal piece of meat. Thoroughly objectified, Minske breathed a sigh of relief when the Squirtle stood before him again, motioning him down to her height. Face serious for the moment, Minske sat on the ground cross-legged. He reached out his hand, palm-up, to his Squirtle. "My name is Minske. It's really nice to meet you." Watching him with a curious expression, the Squirtle reached out. Instead of shaking his hand, she patted it as if in condolence of him being such an odd duck. Minske sat back, giggling, putting his hands back in his lap. "I thought of a name for you, by the way," he said, and the Squirtle's eyes practically lit up. She toddled up to him, little hands on his knee, 'Squirtle-Squir?'-ing at him excitedly. He smiled at her, genuinely caught up in her enthusiasm so early in their relationship. "How does Sonata sound to you? Sonny, for short." His mother had always been a fan of music, and even though he lost her so young, certain terms had really stuck with him as beautiful. Sonata bubbled at him happily, leaning contentedly against him in the midday sun. "Good," Minske said, leaning back on his hands and taking one more deep breath toward the sky. Then he patted Sonny's head, hauling himself to his feet and motioning her down the path. They had work to do, after all.
Word Count; 510 Tag; @mod Notes; So exciteddddd <3
It was a wonderful day to start a new part of your life, spring was here and everything was blooming, the sun was shining through a thin cover of clouds and a mild and a bit cold breeze was making the small new leaves wave a little bit. If your furture was going to be like this spring it certainly looked promising!
Minske was not the only one seeking to change their life this day. In a flock of spearows a young adult bird felt ready to try change its place in the flock as it was in its prime time and both had the looks and the strength going for it. It confidently flew up the the leaders of the group and landed on a branch below them, knowing that anything else would be disrespectful and it could destroy its chances later on, if they didn't look at it kindly. It waited silently as the leaders continued with what they were doing, they surely know it was there but it was a part of the test, of the respect to wait to be allowed to speak. "What is it?" The matriarch finally asked and looked sternly at the young one, it better be important for it to dare come an demand attention. "I'm ready for my test," it declared and the leaders all looked unreadable at it, but the young bird didn't budge. It was about time it got some recognition and responsibility, it had trained hard to live up to their standarts and it knew it was one of the best. In time it might even be a leader! "Good," was the only answer the matriarch gave and she nodded to one of the second in commands, who took to the sky and the young one hurried after.
They flew around for some time until the second in command spotted something useful: a young trainer with a squirtle. This would really be a challenge, since there were a added risk that the bird getting tested would never go back. They landed on a branch in plain sight of Minske and made no move to hide, that they were talking about him and Sonata. "Those will be your challenge, win fair and square and Chief will make a decision. If you don't like the risk we will go back," the second in command said, the last more softly. The young one raised its beak proudly. "I won't accept my current position, I will grow and raise in rank it either be in our flock or in another. It is my destiny," it said proudly, it's feather shining from health and the other looked at thought that it could have a bright future ahead of it. "So be it, your challenge starts now, good luck" the second in command said and the young one gave the other a nod as it soared down from the branch and began to circle Minske and Sonate.
"Spearrroow, spearooow, spearooow!""I'm challenging you, come and face me and sent forth the best you have!" The spearow called out as it flew around them, although of course only understandable to Sonata. It looked confident and wasn't afraid of what life would throw at it, it knew it could make it through and come out stronger on the other side.
Spearow [lvl 5] is challenging you to show its worth for its flock.
Hardly after they'd really begun, Minske's attention was caught by the sound of wingbeats on the air. A medley of browns and flashes of red announced the arrival of a flock of Spearow. Enough of a flock, actually, that under their piercing gazes, Minske felt a thread of worry creep down his spine. He'd never been group-attacked by Pokemon in his life, but he knew they'd never be able to fight off so many if they did choose to fight. He found himself thinking someone should have warned him about this route if the Pokemon were that aggressive...
But it quickly became clear that his worry was mostly unfounded. The majority of the group stayed sedentary in the branches, mostly appearing focused on the lone bird that broke from the group. He circled them from above, and Minske felt himself calm. This was what they were out here for, after all. He didn't know if Sonny was up for the challenge (he hardly knew her, after all), but they both needed to learn. The Spearow chattered at them, and though Minske knew nothing of what was said, he could surely catch the challenge in the bird's eyes and voice. Sonata, instead of acting nervous or anxious in her first battle with a new trainer, began animatedly and heatedly talking to the Spearow. < You want the best I've got?! You're going to regret asking, little bird! > While he couldn't understand her words, Minske found himself covering his face with a hand - it was pretty obvious his new partner was trash talking the competition, which was so far beyond Minske's comfort zone. Before Sonata could really get into her groove and start fighting of her own volition, Minske decided to take control.
"Sonny, knock him down to your level!" Perhaps Sonata really had been showing some (physical) restraint, because Minske didn't need to ask her twice. Sonny replaced her verbal vitriol with a gurgle of water, taking the cue to send a Water Gun toward the airborne Spearow.
The brave young Spearow did not need more than a moment to decide what it would do first as Minske gave the order to attack. The young avian Pokemon did not give Sonata the chance to even build up any water in her mouth as it dove eight at the young water type unleashing a fairly weak Peck attack before skidding across the ground to steady itself. As well aimed as it's attack was it had underestimated both the endurance and determination of Sonata as seconds later a blob of water came flying from her mouth leaving the young Spearow drenched. The water made it hard to flap it's wings as it had not learned how to deal with additional weight however the determined bird was not going to give up just because of a setback.
It had to prove itself to it's flock and overcoming a mistake would certainly go a long way towards that though none of that would matter if it were to lose this battle. Holding it's head high the young Spearow stared right at it's opponent getting ready to strike again while also trying to avoid any further costly mistakes. The rest of SPearow's flock had not been impressed by the first r round as they looked on from the nearby branch. Squirtle were hardly the most dangerous foes a Spearow could face in this area and seeing a member of their flock struggle so badly was not a great sign to them. If the young Spearow did not find a way to do a far better job there was little doubt they would be looking for a new member to replace a weakling.
Wild Encounter Weather: Clear
LV 3 HP 65% [13/20]
LV 5 HP 75% [16/20]
Spearow: Normal Sonata [Torrent]: Normal
<Spearow used Peck, Sonata used Water Gun>
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2021 14:26:00 GMT 11 by Marchbaby
Sonny's Water Gun burbled in her throat as the Spearow dove, and she didn't have a chance to let loose before that beak thwacked her on the head. While many young Pokemon might cower, it seemed that Sonny really did have a fighting spirit. Instead of stepping back or looking to Minske for reassurance, in the absence of further instruction, she simply followed through with her previous order. As the Spearow bumped to the ground, Sonny let that Water Gun go, drenching the bird with water. It seemed off balance, and Minske could hear the murmur of Spearow voices above them. He couldn't know if it was displeasure or not, but generally speaking, a group commenting on the actions of an individual didn't seem to be positive. And Minske knew it could make things unpredictable when hurt feelings and pride got involved. He decided against saying anything to Sonny, though - he didn't want to make the situation worse, and Sonata was actually looking at this battle with a level head. He didn't know if she was a bullying type, but it didn't seem a great time to find out.
The Spearow was staring down his Squirtle, and for Minske there wasn't much to think about. The attack had gone well, so keep on keeping on, right? "Good, Sonny. Water Gun again, keep him on his toes." He didn't want to give the Spearow too much time to move in, and Sonata gave a sound of agreement, water gurgling in her mouth once more.
There was a lot riding on the line for the young bird, but this was not going the way the Spearow had anticipated. Every shuddering breath invited a flicker of feathers and the sting of cold as the water soaked it to the bone. Flying had been the advantage it had used to get to where it was now, easy to pick off Pokemon without any ways of retaliation. Perhaps it had been the bully all along, and was going to get knocked down a peg or two by the hard-shelled hitter. Not necessarily prepared for the streams of water, Spearow was quickly overtaken by the weight and moved down the ground for a more physical approach. If the first tactic wasn't working, surely the second would.
Even if the first round had been rough, the second would show that Spearow was adaptable.
"I admit, you threw me off with the water! But it won't happen again! I have too much riding on this." The bird cawed in retaliation, spreading its wings wide to allow them to drip dry. With a quick flutter of the soggy wings, Spearow surged forward at a low altitude to slam its beak into the soft undershell of the Squirtle. While Sonny had taken the blow prior, it still hurt as the turtle skidded back. However, despite the force of the bird, the Squirtle never fell over onto her back. Determined to vanquish her foe, the gurgling water began to stream out and push the flying bird back. Effort met effort, force to force. It seemed as though both were equal, but the weight of the water and fatigue soon caught up with Spearow as all ground was lost. Spearow was sent tumbling backwards onto its back instead, quickly getting up and shaking its feathers off again. The rest of its flock murmured their disapproval, clawed feet shifting uncomfortably. Things were not looking good for Spearow.
Though they both kept fighting, it was clear that the Spearow was as weak as his own new Pokemon as far as stamina. As they went on, even after only a few moves, both were beginning to show some weariness. After being pecked on her softer under-shell, Sonata appeared to be moving just a little slower, irritation written all over her face. However, her Water Gun was on target once again, and that seemed to appease her despite her discomfort. < Maybe you should just give up now, > she jeered to the bird, truly the type to stay mouthy during a battle. While the Spearow's hits were landing, Sonny was pretty sure hers were landing harder. The bird was having trouble getting around, and she was confident she could pull out of this on top. That knowledge alone had her pumped up and committed, and she hardly needed Minske's next directive.
"You've got it, Sonny. Another round should do it, just keep focused." Unlike some over-exuberant trainers, Minske's voice was level and instructive, almost a little laid-back. After all, this was all learning experience, so he didn't actually care if she won or lost. He just wasn't the type to be massively pushy or demanding if the situation didn't absolutely require it. What was the fun in that for either of them? Plus, Sonny seemed to have enough drive on her own, so keeping her in check would likely end up being the bigger issue.
Sonata heard her trainer and nodded enthusiastically, eyes locked on the Spearow, eager to deliver that final blow.
The spearow was flapping its wings to dry them off again and glared at Sonata when it heard her comment. "Never!" It spat, who would fall so low to give up and not fight to the last? One thing was to lose a battle but you would be able to fight your way back up after that. If you gave up you were just a disgrace and would have lost the respect of the others forever and wouldn't be worthy of being a part of the flock. "I have trained long for this and I'll show them what I can do!" It added and jumped forward only to fly straight into the stream of water Sonata sent at it. It was sent rolling into the mud and it struggled to get back up on its feet. The murmuring from the branches above had silence as the flock watched intently. The spearow pulled itself to its feet and stood staggering as it willed itself to continue, then it sighed and reluctantly lowered its head to accept its defeat. There was no way it could continue the battle.
A gust of win rose as the flock took to the sky and feathers danced in the air after them, leaving the losing spearow to its fate there on the ground in front of its opponents. Who knew what its future would bring, but it certainly looked at lot harder.
Sonata won her first battle easily and grows +2 levels to [lvl 7]! She learns Withdraw!
Due to New Player Protection, you can catch the fainted spearow: [img src="https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/6/6a/Spr_4h_021.png"] [b]Spearow[/b] [b]Name:[/b] [choose] [b]Gender:[/b] [choose] [b]Level:[/b] 3 [b]OT:[/b] Minske Mavecci [b]Attacks:[/b] Peck, Growl [b]Ability:[/b] Keen Eye [b]Nature/Personality:[/b] [choose]
(ooc: No wonder this battle became so easy, the spearow has somehow lost a couple of levels )