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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Nov 2, 2022 20:22:46 GMT 11
The world was awash in strikingly white hues as snow and ice pelted the ground around them. Cherrygove’s once brilliantly thriving flowers were now husks of simply greenery caked over with white frost that clung to their stems. Caribes ambled through the city streets carefully and slowly, keeping their ears peeled as they listened to the noise along the busy sidewalks. A few cars whirred by on the busy roads. A couple of police cars shot after the speeders with their red-and-blue sirens blaring with ungodly shrieks as they chased after them. Caribes pulled at the sleeves of their long-sleeved jacket and turned a corner to trot up another section of the city streets quietly.
What would they do while they were lost in Cherrygrove? Convince some of the locals that wild and rampaging evolved Pokemon were up to no good?! Some small trainers gathered at a nearby street corner and conversed over their strategies for their upcoming Gym battle with Falkner, who was known to use a Pidgeotto. Some joked about how the Pidgeotto had already evolved at level fifteen when the strange colorful raptors weren’t known to evolve before level eighteen. Maybe it was a strict mealworm diet that no one else had thought of?! Maybe Falkner cracked the whip a little too hard behind closed doors. Caribes smirked and slipped over to the circle, ensuring that they blended in with the crowd first and just listened for quite some time, before interjecting their own thoughts into the mix.
“I hear it drives his Pidgeotto mad.” Some of the trainers shook their heads while others shot the old man a dirty look. How could that drive such a fiery and brave bird mad?! “The Pidgeotto obviously didn’t evolve when it should have, so now it struggles to keep control of its senses. I heard Falkner spends many sleepless nights just trying to control his bird.” Caribes carried on with a shrug. As he painted the picture of a battle a while a ago, where a young trainer nearly watched in terror as the wild bird tried to consume their butterfly in the heat of the fight, some of the other trainers came around to Caribes’ way of thinking. “Yes, it’s true they eat insects. But a good trainer controls their Pokemon, right? Well that day, Falkner simply couldn’t control Pidgeotto…” They sighed with a shrug, then shoved off.
“Why is it that when Pokemon evolve, they become harder to train anyways?” They hummed to themselves. They would quickly turn away from the street corner and leave the crowd to talk amongst themselves. Eventually, Caribes would walk out of Cherrygrove and onto the sprawling pathways of Route 30. What this wintery weather might have in store for them, they wouldn’t have the slightest clue. But they hoped it could be something a bit more entertaining than becoming the Rat collector extraordinaire, like they almost became on Route 29 just trying to get rid of those pesky rodents before they ever evolved…
How much room does your average PC hold, anyways? Ugh…this was gunna be a lot of work!
OOC: Looking for an encounter!
Words: 523 | Caribes - Teddy - Kayako - Octalus - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Tarlar on Nov 6, 2022 20:28:32 GMT 11
The weather was cold and a lot of pokemon were struggling, which probably would just please Caribes, but to others it was a great worry. A pokemon rarely seen on the route, mostly because it was well hidden and didn't venture forth, was for once out and about looking for pokemon in trouble in this sudden weather change. It was big and blue, and had a bit of a dumb expression but a heart of gold and that was why the townspeople had decided they wanted to protect it. You shouldn't mess with Quagsire in these parts, they had ways of knowing. So the blue pokemon weren't timid at all and when Caribes spotted it, it was busy helping a little hoppip whose wings had iced over from the sudden cold. It was a tedious work but it was almost done and the flying grass type waved its wings gratefully as it got the use of them back. It tilted its head when it noticed Caribes and looked at him curiously and oh so innocently. The quagsire turned as well and a frown appeared on its forehead, which soon turned to a scowl. What the reason was for the otherwise happy go lucky and kind pokemon, to instantly dislike Caribes was hard to say, perhaps rumors among pokemon had spread and it recognized him from a description it had heard? Or perhaps it was his attitude that gave him away? Who knows, perhaps it simply just thought he smelled badly, but it certainly couldn't stand the sight of him. "Quagsire!" It called out angrily and grabbed a handful of snow, which was flung at Caribes. It was followed by two more, but since it was only a thin layer the two was more mud than snow. He wouldn't be able to dodge all three, so it was more a choice about whether he wanted to get hit by snow or mud, the third throw would be far off and land on the ground several meters from him. When he got his face cleared the quagsire was long gone, and that was probably for the best, it might be a bit too early to get a town full of a mob after one because of one pokemon. But hey, he got something out of the encounter at least.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Nov 12, 2022 8:49:28 GMT 11
The slippery weather was difficult to navigate for Caribes in their usual attire. They stopped at a wooden bench that was stationed along the paved pathway and pulled their bag off their bag. Caribes shuffled through their things to exchange their usually nice looking shoes for a pair of boots. Caribes also snatched their jacket out of their bag and slipped it over their arms. Was there some Snorunt running rampant trying to create a snowstorm somewhere in the distance? Did this route even have Snorunt running around, or was that thanks to some snot nosed child’s rich parents letting their child have a weather-controlling monster of their own?
As Caribes continued down the path along the route, they noticed something that made them pause. The usually chipper Pokemon that wandered around the area were all struggling against the cold, frosty snow that melted under the warm sun’s light. Small brown beavers fell on their sides as they slid across the ground, while being chased by strange blue sheep whose feet seemed to splay in different directions underneath their weights. Oh, to say that this pleased Caribes was an understatement. They sat down on the ground nearby and curled their legs in a crisscross pattern while placing their chin in one of their hands and watched with delight. Clearly, the weather was doing all the work for them and Caribes only needed to sit back and enjoy the show.
That would be until a strange blue blob appeared and wandered about from Pokemon to Pokemon to help them out. What was he? Santa Claus? Or maybe more aptly, Arceus?! Surely this strange creature had something better to do with its time. When Caribes studied giant salamander carefully through judgemental eyes, it dawned on them just what Pokemon they were looking at. An evolved form of Wooper – Oh! An emotional rollercoaster collided as Caribes realized that the evolved Pokemon was helping other Pokemon, but immediately calmed when they rationalized that they were doing it in hopes that these Pokemon would eventually evolve.
“Hey, you overgrown water rat!” Caribes called loudly while pulling one of their balls free and unleashing the strange looking Pokemon who remained hidden underneath the beaten up Pikachu doll. “I can’t have you being a good Samaritan. What happened to ‘the strong survive’ and letting ‘mother nature’s’ will be done?” They asked Quagsire sarcastically as Chuckie released long, black shadows that raced across the ground towards the strange looking Pokemon. “Wouldn’t they provide food for others, if they can’t survive the winter? Why help?” Chuckie asked with a strange smile.
When Quagsire pelted Caribes with snow, they jumped back and growled loudly in anger. Why was this Pokemon trying to make him the butt of its jokes?! “Alright, that’s enough! Chuckie use Shadow Sne-!” A tall woman dressed in a form fitting uniform immediately stepped out onto the route. She grabbed a whistle that she wore on a necklace around her neck and blew into it hard, nearly causing Caribes to cover their ears from the sound. “Hold it one minute, mister!” Officer Jenny marched over to the older rocket grunt while pointing towards a small wooden sign now covered in snow that read ‘ Quagsire Preservation Restrictions enforce the protection of Quagsire. It is prohibited to catch or to battle these Pokémon’ “You’re not allowed to battle the Quagsire around here!”
Caribes placed a hand behind their neck and scratched it nervously. They’d spent a long time in prison. Would it be worth going back to prison? Probably not… “My apologies, Officer. I didn’t realize. I was reacting out of emotion when the Pokemon pelted me with mud and snow, and should have thought through my emotions better.” Why did that taste like rancid meat on the tip of their tongue? Ugh, that was such a bitter pill to swallow. This would most likely allow the Quagsire all the time it needed to escape, though, while Caribes tried to convince Officer Jenny that they didn’t mean anything serious by trying to fight the Quagsire. “I promise it won’t happen again.” They added with a short bow.
OOC: Looking for an encounter! Switching Teddy with Babadook & Octalus with Scissorhands, self-updating.
Words: 697 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by DarkSlayer on Nov 14, 2022 14:20:11 GMT 11
This was the absolute bestest most wonderful time of the year and nobody could say any different! Yes, of course all the other pokemon were constantly whining about how cold it was, and how snow was just too much and it was slippery and yadda yadda. Well this little rodent didn't very much care to hear all of the negativity when things were just so crisp and clean and wonderful. Its little nose inhaled the most deliciously clean air, and it giggled to itself as it went bounding... and then sliding along. How could anybody complain when there was all of this fun to be had?! Voices carried on the still air and it couldn't help but grow all the more excited. That sounded to him like potential friends to be had! Okay now this was going to be the absolutely most wonderful day ever! It could just feel it. Great Mama Linny was watching over him this glorious day and he was going to be all the better for whatever interaction this would be! Quite pleased, it followed the sound of the voices until its eyes met the form of an older man and one of those please officers. Puhleeze... what were they called again? That didn't matter. She looked super nice and professional, which was... well it was okay. It didn't really make the zigzagoon think that she was going to be up to playing. But then again, older people didn't really want to get all down with the fun either. At least based on what he had heard about them. Old fogeys is what a lot of the other pokemon said. They didn't usually bother with pokemon in the wild, set in their ways and livelihoods and all that. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a great meeting of friends after all. Oh well. A Zigzagoon [lv. 9] is disappointed that it might not get to have fun and make friends. Shiny Roll: iJm8FEmt1-421-42
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Nov 17, 2022 11:32:41 GMT 11
Caribes’ eyes shifted around as Officer Jenny took down his information in her notebook and walked back to her police car. She promised to let them off with a warning for the time being but promised that further incidents would result in disciplinary actions from her police force. Caribes nodded their head firmly and placed one hand to their chest as they swore to her once more that they wouldn’t do anything nefarious with the protected Quagsire of the area. The promise tasted like molded bread that had sat on a sticky countertop where old soda had once spilled and was never wiped up. It smelled just like that bread would scent up an entire house during the warmest part of a summer’s day, when the sun’s bright rays would shine through the kitchen window with its blinds pulled up and curtains pinned back. They absolutely hated it and it twisted their stomach into knots.
When Jenny drove away in her car, Caribes turned away and scowled. They eyebrows furrows so much it looked like one singular brow and a thousand wrinkles coursing across the top of their head. How dare this forsaken cop show up and ruin all of their plans! Why did they not see their ingeniousness?! Why did they not understand how Caribes meant to save the world from all the future wrong doings of evolved Pokemon going rogue?! Kids weren’t meant to own them – neither adults! They weren’t even safe enough to allow existence peacefully in the wild. What if one of those rogue, dangerous ‘evolved ‘mons’ got fed up and burned it all down one day? No one made sense to the old grunt but themselves. No one saw what they saw until it was too late.
So when Caribes’ eyes locked firmly on the shaggy looking raccoon, they grumbled underneath their voice while pulling a Pokeball free to toss into the air. “Well…” A cursive glance here…there…everywhere… “I don’t see a sign saying you’re protected, little one. Wanna ‘play’? Come on out Scissorhands!” Though, when the bright burst of light formed a strange looking, tricolored mouse, Caribes placed their hands on the side of their head and gasped loudly. What in the world caused this mishap?! “I didn’t say you, Babadook!” Caribes huffed angrily, shaking their head firmly before quickly fumbling in their pockets to pull off a different red-and-white ball.
A strong looking brown stag beetle with two large pinchers on the top of his head would appear with the second ball. Caribes sighed a long breath of relief as they realized they’d managed to figure out the right ball in the end. Thank Giratina, that was straightened out! “Scissorhands, use Seismic Toss! Quick!” Caribes shouted, hoping that their Pokemon could stop this little could evolve Pokemon from escaping their evil clutches. Scissorhands placed one of his hands against his cheek and blushed while fluttering his eye lids shyly. “Who, me?” He asked with a squeak. “Do you think I have what it takes? You’re so sweet!”
Babadook gulped and shook her head as she scurried over to Caribes’ feet and stood on the sidelines. They were going to let…that…battle this wild Pokemon?! They would need more than Giratina’s help to win this battle! The cold snow and icy wind caused the electric mouse to shiver. “Hurry up and attack, Scissorhands. I don’t see any other ‘Scissorhands’ around here, do you? So obviously, we mean you!” She huffed through chattered teeth and used one of her tiny paws to pull on Caribes’ pants legs. Though try as she might to beg to be recalled into her Pokeball, her trainer only shook their head. “Wait, Babadook. The battle isn’t over with. You can sit and watch.” Oh, great. Just great! Just what she wanted on this Arceus-forsaken frozen route!
OOC: Sending out Babadook and immediately switching first round to Scissorhands. Then Scissorhands is using Seismic Toss.
Words: 643 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by DarkSlayer on Nov 23, 2022 10:02:38 GMT 11
Play?! Did that old man just say play?! Okay this was the best day ever and little zigzagoon could not wait until it was all done having lots of fun with this guy and his pokemon! Because then it was going to run off and tell all of its other little woodland friends about how old people weren't all super lame and no fun. That just couldn't be true because one of them had actually asked if it wanted to play with them! Like how awesome was that?! Maybe, if things went really well, it would even be able to take a little trinket of some kind to prove how much fun it had today! Yeah! "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh this is so exciting!" it squeaked out, realizing that it was actually going to get to be in a battle with this guy! Now how cool was that?! Experiencing a real battle with an old person? That had to be the first time anybody that the zigzagoon knew heard of such a thing. Well it wasn't going to waste the opportunity, which was why it felt it really needed to show off just how smart it was! It began digging in the ground until it found exactly what it was looking for and then flung up some cold sand into the other pokemon's face. Only... only this pokemon was not the same one that had just been out! No, the little rodent had actually been called off to the side. Was it a mistake? Yes, of course! This poor old man was old and obviously not really all there with the whole battling thing. Bless his soul, he must be trying to recapture his glory days. You really had to respect a guy for doing something like that. "Hi hi hi hi hi!" the zigzagoon squeaked at the large bug pokemon. He actually appeared to be rather... what was the word? Bashful? Yes, that was it. Acting all shy and stuff. Now this raccoon looking pokemon could definitely understand that... and oh gosh, he was even coming up to hug it! No wait... that wasn't a hug! Drats! So much for looking wicked smart in front of the old man. Instead it was getting picked up and then thrown back to the ground. Which it could honestly tell its friends later did not feel good one little bit. But if it wanted to look awesome in front of its friends then it was going to have to have something to show for it! Batting its own eyes at the large, hulking bug, the zigzagoon took on a sickeningly sweet tone. "You know, you're really strong. And like... I can't wait to tell everybody all about you and the way you totally threw me around. So like... do you think maybe I could get whatever your trainer gave to you? The thing that you hold for battles or whatever." As it spoke, it drew closer and closer to the pinsir. "I just know they won't believe me unless I have some kind of proof, and I know that would do the trick."And then it struck. Once close enough, it leaped on top of Scissorhands, batting around and looking for whatever he was holding. But as much as he smacked and clawed around, it was no use. There was nothing there! "Gasp! No way! You can't possibly tell me that you trainer wouldn't give you anything!" It looked absolutely baffled. "Are you sure this trainer is a good guy? Because I always hear that the best trainers have their pokemon hold stuff that are useful in battle. Or is it just that he's so old he doesn't think of those things?"Wild Encounter Weather: Chinook (+1 Spd for Land Pokemon) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Zigzagoon LV 9 HP 54% [15/28]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Scissorhands LV 13 HP 91% [39/43]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Zigzagoon: Normal [+1 Spd] Scissorhands [Mold Breaker]: Normal [+1 Spd, -1 Acc] SP++ Caribes switched out for Scissorhands. SP27 Zigzagoon used Sand Attack! SP46 Scissorhands used Seismic Toss! SP27 Zigzagoon used Covet!
Mod Notes: Babadook was in for participation experience.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Nov 26, 2022 3:36:42 GMT 11
Caribes watched as the small brown raccoon zipped across the melting snow and slid about. Scissorhands was an interesting Pokemon that only stood there and watched as his opponent zipped this way and that across the ground. When Zigzagoon kicked up bits of snow and sand and sprayed it in Scissorhands’ face, Caribes jumped backwards. The Rocket Grunt hopeful wiped bits of sand and snow off their face as that coughed and spat it out of their mouth. Who taught these Pokemon how to play properly?! Was Scissorhands supposed to be blinded by the move or was Caribes supposed to be blinded?! What on earth?!
“Scissorhands I need you to teach this little trash panda a lesson. Bind it up real tight then toss the little rodent into the cold snow.” They growled as they spat a mouthful of saliva ladened with sand onto the ground. Caribes stomped the heel of their shoe on top of it and smashed it into the ground while shaking their head with a gruff huff. How did they always manage to get themselves into such predicaments, anyways? By battling such useless Pokemon and doing their part to save humanity – one could-evolve Pokemon at a time? Caribes heard rumors on the wind that some Pokemon that were once thought not to have evolutionary lines were learning and adapting to learn how to evolve, too. How could this be?!
They knew that they would have to discover ‘why’ this was happening all the time and do their best to put a stop to it. There weren’t enough Everstones in the world to stop all the Pokemon from becoming overly powerful monstrosities against mother nature! At this rate, even the best Pokemon that were perfect the way they hatched were starting to adapt and change, as if they all needed to prove that every last Pokemon was a monstrosity! Ugh. “Do I take you or leave you…” Where would the best environment for a Zigzagoon be to ensure that it would never evolve? In the middle of the ocean – with no land in sight? Hmm… Or what about on top of a volcano right before it erupts? Hmm…
Scissorhands pressed his clawed hands against the sides of his face and shook his head bashfully as he glanced away from the wily raccoon. “Shucks…I don’t know…” Scissorhands smiled, soaking up all of the wild Pokemon’s compliments. It felt nice to hear but the large Pinsir wasn’t fully convinced that he was as strong and powerful as everyone made him out to be. He walked over to the small mammalian Pokemon, retracing his steps every time the raccoon zipped in a new direction, and would try to snatch it up in his thick claws to bind it to the spot for a second. “Get what my trainer gave me? Oh, that’s nothing, sweetie! I’m all natural!” He winked playfully, before trying to toss the little mammalian Pokemon with his sharp horns.
Babadook shook her head and grimaced. Oh, this was going to be quite the battle! The cold snow clung to her fur and caused her teeth to chatter as she shivered. “You-you’re take-taking too-too long!” Babadook complained, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the two going back and forth. “I’m-I’m freez-freezing my tail off!” Why couldn’t Caribes see that Scissorhands was entirely the wrong Pokemon to try to win the battle with? This shy bug would only draw it out longer, making the scenes agonizingly longer than it needed to be! Babadook was sure that just a quite bite or two was all that should have been needed, after all!
OOC: Scissorhands uses Bind then uses Seismic Toss.
Words: 611 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Dec 28, 2022 9:02:17 GMT 11
The Zigzagoon bristled under the former Rocket's harsh words. It couldn't believe how rude this Trainer was being, calling it such names. "Trash panda? I can't believe how rude your Trainer is being right now! Doesn't even give you anything, and then they start slinging names like that around!" the Zigzagoon squeaked indignantly. If it hadn't been so distracted by Caribes' insults, it might have seen what was coming for it as Scissorhands the Pinsir began to close in on it. Following his Trainer's orders, the bug pulled its head and horsn close to the little trash panda, slamming its sharp horns shut around the animal's brown body. The Zigzagoon squirmed defiantly while locked in the horns' vice grip. As the Zigzagoon squirmed and tried to fight its way out of the bug's horns, its little body began to kick up more dust and dirt into the air. As Scissorhands raised his head, the raccoon was unable to break free, but a new layer of dirt and debris had found a home on Scissorhands' face and eyes. The Zigzagoon had, however accidentally, let out a form of Sand Attack in its attempts to get away. With no items or goodies to claim from the much stronger bug and no way to easily break free from the bug's horns, it was really all it could manage to do. Scissorhands' horns tightened, forcing a squeak of pain out of the raccoon. For however shy or meek this bug was, there was a clear power level discrepancy between the two opponents. "Wait, isn't this getting a bit out of hand? We can be friends, I'll go with you if you want, just-" the Zigzagoon pleaded, but it was too late as it was already being launched into the air from Scissorhand's herculean strength. As it sailed through the air, Zigzagoon found that there was nothing that it could do. Its back crashed into a nearby tree and it fell to the ground, its unconscious form mixing in with the melted snow and slush. For a brief moment it began to rise up in order to make one last stand, but it could hardly rise to its feet before fainting fully. The Zigzagoon lay there in the snow and slush, having barely managed to do anything in the face of the Pinsir's superior strength. As its consciousness faded, it wondered if it would awaken to being inside of one of the human's Poke Balls, or if it would awaken and find itself still roaming in the wild. But that was out of its hands now; its fight was won and lost, and the choice lay to Caribe as to what they would do with the trash panda. Take it in hopes of finding some way of preventing it from ever growing or evolving beyond its current state, or leave it to live its life in relative peace and quiet with the rest of its kin on this route? Babadook gained +1 Level for observing the battle! Babadook is now Level 2! Scissorhands gained +2 Levels for winning his battle! Scissorhands is now Level 15! Due to New Player Protection, you may also catch the Zigzagoon if you desire: [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/gen5/zigzagoon.png"] [b]Zigzagoon[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 9 OT: OT: Caribes Inmortui Attacks: Tackle, Sand Attack, Tail Whip, Covet Ability: Pickup or Gluttony Nature/Personality: ((OOC: So technically, you aren't supposed to be able to do two moves in one action without using the Running Shoes, which Caribe never actually got. But because this fight is just about over anyway and because he technically could go get them now, I figured I would just let it slide this once.))
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Dec 29, 2022 5:12:38 GMT 11
Caribes watched their Pokemon struggle against the small raccoon with disinterest as the snow swirled around them. The howling winds didn’t make Caribes feel any better about their situation. They wanted to find a nice, warm place to take shelter and simply hibernate until the worst of the weather slowly drifted away to bring back the warmer summer and spring months. Why did the world have to turn into a blanket of white snow, where wearing extra layers was the only sound and sane logic for one to survive? While they didn’t understand the need for this horrible weather, their brains spun with an insidious logic that caused a terrible smile to slowly creep over their mouth.
The ex-Rocket member walked over to Zigzagoon and stared down at it’s sleeping form resting peacefully in the snow and blinked slowly. Whether they were trying to determine if they would take this furry little Pokemon with them or not seemed impossible to read. The fog that swelled around the snow, sending the small, crystalized icicles to spin delicately through the air and layer the ground below them. Could someone leave this little guy trapped in the ice and snow? Would they be so heartless and cruel that they wouldn’t even care if the wild Pokemon would survive in the worst of this wintery wonderland? That evil smile spiraled and stretched Caribes’ lips so tightly that it might have appeared as though their jaws would split completely into two pieces, with their lower jaw jangling precariously off their body.
They couldn’t just leave this little guy here. Not like this! The poor rodent was laying on top of the snow-covered ground without a care in the world. So Caribes began digging in the snow with their gloved hands until they were able create a small hole, where they carefully slipped the Zigzagoon’s body inside of. Caribes would then push the snow back on top of Zigzagoon’s body, just enough to make it look like a blanket of ice covering all but the trash panda’s face. They even created a small ‘pillow’ of snow that they placed the poor fainted Pokemon’s head on top of. Then, Caribes raised themselves back up and dusted themselves off before turning back down the route with a simple shrug of their shoulders.
After all…we all like to climb underneath the covers to warm up during the coldest parts of the year. Why wouldn’t Caribes give this poor little Pokemon the same respect that they would want for themselves? Caribes nodded with their hands shoved into the pockets of their denim jeans and continued down the pathway through the desolate city streets and studied the various shops along the way. Many had their open signs illuminated, while some would occasionally pop out from their happy, warm buildings to clear away more of the snow. Scissorhands paused with widened eyes in alarm as he watched his trainer walk away from the fainted Zigzagoon without a care in the world.
“We’re just going-?!” The bug Pokemon spoke up in alarm. What if this little guy just froze over like some kind of furry ice-pop?! What if the howling winds picked up and the poor guy dreamed it was under covers so heavily that it never realized it was all made of snow?! If this was some kind of ‘igloo’ it was quite possibly the worst one ever built! Surely his trainer needed to take classes or something?! “What are you worried about? It’s not us!” Babadook tapped Scissorhands against his side and motioned for him to keep up with his trainer. But that wasn’t right! “What if he?” Babadook laughed. “This is the kindest thing our trainer has done. I’m sure this little guy’s got friends! If it doesn’t well…better learn to make some!”
Scissorhands followed after Babadook, but not before scratching different signs into the closest wooden objects – trees and benches alike. ‘Rescue this little guy!’, ‘Trash panda in snow! Red Alert!’, and the classic, ‘Have a heart! Donate a warm home to those in need!’. It would clearly work, since shortly after Caribes left the area the small racoon would disappear from it’s icy slumbering bed. But who or what took the poor little guy in? Who knows. Maybe Sally Sue who lives two houses down and always dreamed of owning her own Pokemon, ya know?
OOC: Searching for a new encounter!
Words: 731 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Dec 31, 2022 17:40:12 GMT 11
Caribes and their Pokemon were all apparently satisfied with leaving the Zigzagoon in an icy blanket, where someone or something could come rescue the little creature at their own leisure. Quickly enough, it seemed the Zigzagoon was spirited away by some Good Samaritan. As Caribes and their Pokemon wandered past the slush-filled streets of the surprisingly dense city, they would notice that the slush and ice were beginning to give way to a sort of fog blanketing parts of the area. It seemed the closer to the city's outskirts they got, the denser the fog would get. It would make navigating this area a bit more difficult, that much was for sure. As they entered the fog, one might notice that some bits of the ground were beginning to feel a little cracked or damaged. It had become something of a frighteningly common occurrence, or so the locals said. There was a network of tunnels deep below the city, dug by Digletts and other burrowing creatures. For years now, those tunnels had served as little more than a quick means of transport for the burrowing creatures that called this biome home. But whether due to environmental factors of the Digletts' digging around recklessly, lately the tunnels had started to damage and destabilize bits of the city streets. Most locals were happy to ignore the Digletts; there was little they could do without risking hurting or upsetting the entirety of the Diglett population. But that didn't prevent some passing Trainers from doing what they could to help with the Diglett problem; and if it meant some Trainers got to catch a naturally digging Pokemon, then that seemed to be a pleasant bonus. As Caribes and their partners continued their trek through the city streets, one such of these little creatures emerged from the ground in front of them, its beady eyes scanning the horizon and trying to break through the fog as it appeared. However, the Diglett and Caribes only seemed to notice one another when they were practically on top of one another, the Diglett having emerged right in the path of Caribes' footfalls just in time to see a large foot coming straight for it. The Diglett dropped back into its hole, before emerging several feet away to the side of the road; out of the path of Caribes' feet, with an angered look appearing on its face as it squeaked at the Trainer. "Watch where you're going, human! Can't a Diglett tunnel in peace around here anymore?!"The Diglett seemed a little irate, having almost been crushed underfoot. It had heard so many stories from other Digletts about their recent interactions with Trainers; Trainers coming to catch or beat them in order to prove a point or to make the next leg of their journey easier. Well, this Diglett wasn't going to go down without a fight! Especially after this human so rudely tried to step on it, like it was some kind of whack-a-mole or something. An irate Diglett (Level 10) has appeared to block your path on this foggy day! Shiny Odds: Jm6vXHlR1-421-42
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 4, 2023 6:46:30 GMT 11
Caribes grumbled underneath their breath as they walked down the gloomy streets of Cherrygrove City. It was a strange world of white that blanketed the land, making buildings in the distance look like oddly shaped extraterrestrial creatures looming through the white void. They struggled, cursing softly underneath their breaths, through the snow covered streets as horns blared on the open roads to remind other cars to keep their steady pace forward. Bright lights cut through the dingy overcast and refracted in odd directions, though whether they helped or hindered was anybody’s guess. “Come on, crew. Keep up if you want to stay with me.” The words were curt.
Caribes could have largely cared less if one of their Pokemon couldn’t struggle through the ice and snow. It was one less mouth to feed along their arduous trek to the inevitable next city and next destination. Was there a test in this blissful tundra whose icy tendrils could steal your breath away if you weren’t careful? The kind that would help Caribes rejoin the ranks of their own kind, reclaiming a spot within the heart of Team Rocket once more? They needed to shoehorn their way to the top of any list they’d hope to make it on and gather as many grunts as they could to help safeguard their own victory. Plans that boiled inside of their heads and festered with many possibilities they’d yet to see spring to life.
The ground changed abruptly even though Caribes’ failing eyesight made it difficult to see through the white blanket that choked the land around them. “What in the world is this crap?!” They cursed, stumbling forward. Knees buckles and their feet shot out in different directions. Caribes would shoot their hands out and grasp at imaginary objects to help steady themselves and regain their balance. “Babadook! Scissorhands! Help!” The gangly looking elderly tripped, falling onto the uneven surface, and rolled a bit. They bit their lower lip and cursed as pain shot up and down their legs and seized their limbs.
Whose job was it to ensure that the roads were safe to travel on! Surely there was some sort of crew responsible for ensuring the safety and well-being of their citizens and the travelers that wandered into their city. This unknown entity would be the first on a very long list of individuals that Caribes needed to get ahold of and sue into oblivion for their negligence! Whether a Pokemon caused it, or it was natural erosion that played a role, it didn’t matter. Anyone could have been seriously hurt – not to mention the elderly who needed physical aids such as walking sticks or wheelchairs! “Ahh! That hurt…Phhh! Some help you two were!” Caribes scowled, furrowing their brows together as they glared angrily at both Pokemon who stood on the sidelines and watched their trainer stumbling about like a toddler.
“He’s angry at you.” Babadook licked her paws and began cleaning her tricolor coat with her hands. She twitched her ears carefully while onyx eyes studied Caribes. Was her trainer angry enough to forsaken them in this hellish world of snow?! She gulped and ran over to Caribes, pressing against the side of their leg with her face to try and cheer them up. They were never easy to please. As Caribes slapped at her to shoo her away, Babadook jumped backwards with a loud squeak. “Ahh! Ok! No love…got it!” Scissorhands, however, just stood there twisting his body back and forth as he blushed. “Did I mess up…I’m sorry! Silly me, I should have known you needed my help!”
Then at last, Caribes found the source of their anger. They focused on the small Diglett, who popped up and chatted away at them as though it had something to get off their chest. “You! We’ll show you to mess with Team Rocket, right guys?! Babadook use your Super Fang to take this ugly mole out as quickly as you can!” The tricolored hamster turned to the brown mole with its large pink nose in the center of its body and blinked uneasily. Babadook could easily tell when she was outmatched, and so instead she would run up Caribes’ leg and quickly yank another Poke Ball free, tossing Kayako into the fold. “Our Trainer said use your Bind if you know what’s good for you!” Babadook informed a partially confused carnivorous plant, who would immediately shoot her vines out after her opponent. “Oh no…oh no no no….why me, why me!” Kayako cried.
OOC: Sending out Babadook and switching in Kayako first round. Then having Kayako use Bind!
Words: 762 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by antonius on Jan 5, 2023 15:49:53 GMT 11
To make the point of putting up a fight, the diglett takes a swing at the the floating plant in front of it. The claws find their target on one of the dangling parts of the grass type. >>What you think of that? Is your trainer one of those who beats up Pokemon only to be left on the road for whatever wild Pokemon to do what it may want? Isn't that a bit cruel even if the battle worth while? Why work with such a human?<<The way the trainer's Pokemon are interacting, it does seem to be some sort of fear with their master. This plant doesn't seem to want to fight but does so out of fear more than respect. The tentacles comes towards the diglett in the middle of its thoughts and wraps up the diglett in a tight squeeze. Even if this Pokemon may not want to fight the tentacles are strong even after being scratched. Wild Encounter Weather: Snow Storm (hail) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Wild Name LV 10 HP 84% [21/25]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Kayako LV 8 HP 78% [25/32]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Diglett [Ability]: hail (-1 hp\rnd) Kayako [Levitate]: hail (-2 hp\rnd) SP27 Diglett used scratch! SP14 Kayako used bind!
Diglett's moves: Sand Attack, Scratch, Growl, Astonish Babadook popped in and then switched out for participation level. Kayako takes 2 HP\round due to hail. Diglett takes 1 HP\round due to hail.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 9, 2023 5:18:31 GMT 11
Caribes cursed underneath their breath when the weather seemed to pick up. The winds spiraled uncontrollably, hurling small chunks of ice through their domain at the waking world around them. Although the fog that was just there two seconds ago seemed to slowly dissipate from the atmosphere in favor of the icy tundra, it was not a welcomed exchange for the old trainer. They wanted nothing more than to escape the calamity of the wilderness that surrounded and engulfed them entirely, though this small brown mole would make it next to impossible for them to do so easily or readily.
“Kayako, let’s make this quick, ok? Switch up to Bite and really sink your teeth into your prey.” Caribes warm orange eyes sparkled with sinister thoughts. Was evil lurked inside of their cranium was yet to be seen, though they hoped that one day the world would praise them for all the good that they were doing. The others that lived and breathed, swearing that Caribes was just a heartless, cruel, and bitter old trainer, just didn’t understand the detriment and harm that stronger and more powerful Pokemon could cause. At least they could control their Pokemon – by commands or force, it did not matter how. Diglett wasn’t at fault for being small and easy to control, all things considered. It was its Dugtrio counterpart that made Caribes apprehensive for its future.
Kayako sighed and hung her head low as her vines snagged the small mole tightly within their clutches. It didn’t feel good or right that she had this poor creature cornered so. Was she simply not cut out for battling? There was some truth to that question. The large, carnivorous plants' wide, vacant eyes searched through the icy snow as small chunks slammed into her head and vines. She wasn’t so sure that everything had to be solved by a battle of brute strength, wits, or luck. There were ways that two parties could peacefully work out their differences if they would only try. “They don’t want Pokemon to evolve.” Kayako explained with a droll sigh. “We become to powerful when we evolve.” She continued.
But why would she work with Caribes, given all that she knew about her trainer? It was a question worthy of its own answer. Kayako’s mind flickered as she pictured herself trying to float away through the snowy landscape and hunt for someone who was kinder and more loving than her current trainer. Did they exist, somewhere far beyond this cold landscape? Could she have hope for something better? “It’s too risky.” She finally admitted, parting her mouth to attempt to take a large chomp out of her opponent. “They’ll just do to me what they might do to you, if I don’t listen.” Though what that was, Kayako didn’t elaborate.
OOC: There goes the fog that the encounter was intro'd in. Also even with Hail, Bind should stack and last between 2-5 turns. Kayako is also holding Binding Band which ups the damage the opponent takes from Bind. Kayako uses Bite.
Words: 473 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Marchbaby on Jan 13, 2023 10:32:18 GMT 11
The odd weather in Cherrygrove seemed almost mystical in nature switching between a nasty fog and snow and just when it seemed the weather gods had made up their minds the thick fog started to roll in yet again. Diglett was undeterred as it tried to charge ahead even with the reduced vision trying to score another hit on Kayako before the young Carnivine could make another move. The mole Pokemon was just as fast even if it could barely see a thing as it made a beeline dash right as Kayako started to move as the mole leaped into the air delivering a weak Scratch attack across the poor grass types face. As the pain from the attack subsided Diglett very quickly realized that the bind attack from the previous round still had a firm grip. To make matters worse the Venus Flytrap Pokemon was able to use it's grip to it's advantage as it took a big chomp out of the top of Diglett's head. The teeth did not quite break skin but the bald head offered little protection from the attack as Diglett took considerable damage from the bite. Just when Diglett thought it had paid a fair price for it's mistake Kayako started to squeeze the ground type even tighter. Diglett struggled to move as the bind made it even harder to stay conscious yet alone focus on a tough battle that was clearly not going it's way. Even with the fog still covering the battlefield it knew it had to win this next round or all hope was lost. There was nothing Diglett could do besides knock Kayako out to release itself from the Carnivine's grip and it knew if it failed the next squeeze would be too much to bare. Only time would tell if Diglett would receive a miracle but as things stood it did not look good for the young mole at all. Wild Encounter Weather: Fog (Accuracy -10%) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Diglett LV 10 HP 4% [1/25]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Kayako LV 8 HP 69% [22/32]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Diglett [?]: Binded (2/4 turns 4 hp lost per turn) Kayako [Levitate]: Normal SP27 Diglett used Scratch! SP14 Kayako used Bite!
OOC: As Fog was the weather when the battle started it does not change despite the weather changing in the area so I have corrected the HP for both Pokemon. For future mods the rest of this battle will have fog as the weather and beside the use of a weather move will not change until Caramell's next encounter. I also added the previous round of Bind damage to go along with the residual damage this round hence why Diglett only has 1 HP remaining. I tried to work the fog returning in the best I could so I hope this is ok.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 18, 2023 12:38:32 GMT 11
The strange looking green flytrap frowned as she strengthened her grip on the small mole. It wasn’t like she purposefully wanted to cause this little creature such tremendous pain. Even if Diglett possibly started the altercation between them, Kayako’s heart ached with apprehension and worry. What would happen if Caribes had their way with Diglett? Would they simply abandon them in the eye of the approaching storm that loomed off into the distance, though the billowing fog made it difficult to make out? Would they carry them along the trail only to find inhospitable places to release the small mole out into, with some sick and twisted sense of delight? And how could she be complicit in all of this?
Caribes smiled and nodded quietly while watching their Pokemon easily thwart the worst of her opponent’s attacks. Even as Diglett scratched at Kayako’s long vines and tore away small chunks of plant matter from her body, Caribes’ powerful Carnivine struggled on with ease. She was a powerhouse! A force to be reckoned with! Caribes knew that their beautifully sad carnivorous plant was far from the level of perfect obedience and strong will that they had as a goal for her. Though, Caribes planned to work with their Pokemon day in and day out to ensure that they were the perfect candidates for their roles.
“Good work, Kayako.” Words that may not always be so easy to hear sprung from Caribes’ mouth. They were full of adoration and praise for all of Kayako’s struggles and efforts in the heat of her battle. She perked up as her eyes widened and a smile crept over her face. Was she actually…happy? Happy that her trainer was praising her? Happy that they recognized all the hard work she put into this battle and every battle to prove she was worthy of just keeping on the team?! She turned halfway to steal a glance in Caribes’ direction, though the deep scowl that immediately covered their face made her regret it. “Stay focused on your battle, Kayako! What if that little mole tries to squeeze out of your vines?!” They snapped their fingers and pointed accusingly.
Of course! Kayako shouldn’t have expected Caribes’ praises to last too long. She was just the type to screw it up for herself. Why did she think she deserved to be recognized, when she wasn’t even doing her best? How could it be her best if she allowed anything – including Caribes – to distract her from her work?! She was but a simple, dumb plant lost and forsaken in the ways of anything useful. She should be happy – grateful – that Caribes saw any use of her yet. “I’m glad you don’t seem to have any remaining words left.” She sighed with a simple nod towards the tiny mole. “I think that makes it easier on me…but I’m not sure.” Kayako wasn’t fully convinced that she was a horrendous, heartless, criminal like her owner. But what else could she truly be?
While she held her prey in her grasp, Kayako licked her lips eagerly and waited for the official command. Caribes nodded once more with a hurried sigh. They wanted to get out of this inclement weather as fast as they could! “Hurry up, Kayako.” The words were gruff now as annoyance entered their tone. “Shouldn’t matter what you do now, I doubt that guy can stand anything else, really. Just Bite it for all I care.” Kayako nodded her head eagerly and stretched her jaws open as wide as she could manage. She hoped to clamp down on top of Diglett’s head once more with as much might as she could muster to knock it out. Hopefully, then, the battle would finally be over between them.
OOC: Kayako uses Bite! If battle ends I'd like Multiplier used on Babadook [who participated first round].
Words: 631 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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