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Post by Avalon on Jan 22, 2023 4:59:47 GMT 11
The Diglett continued to squirm and struggle in the grasp of Kayako the Carnivine. However, whether due to elation at being praised or at her Trainer's slightly harsh words, her grip remained strong and the vines did not release their grip on the half-hidden mole. Diglett squirmed and struggled, scratching at Kayako with all its might, but it was struggling in vain. The flytrap's toothy maw clamped down around the Diglett. There was a flash of pain through its small, brown body; and then the world faded to black for the mole as it fell into unconsciousness. Kayako would be able to feel the mole's body slacken and go limp in her jaws' grasp. Things were now eerily quiet for all involved in this brief fight. Kayako could sit there with the Diglett in her jaws for a time, but she would have to release it eventually with the battle done. When she did so, the Diglett would fall limp, part of its body already slipping into the hole that it had left behind in its movements through the ground. If Caribes was so inclined, they would have enough time to throw a Poke Ball at the unconscious mole, though if they waited too long then the mole's body might end up retreating into its hole-home. But Caribes, Kayako, and Babadook could all take some solace in their victory here today. Kayako and Babdook had gained some much needed experience in battle, and Caribes would now be able to continue on their journey un-interrupted for a moment or two longer. As the battle ended, the fog was even beginning to lift, as if a good sign of things to come...though the presence of a snow storm looming over the horizon might have made any such ponderings a moot point. Babadook participated and gained +2 levels! Babadook is now Level 4! (+1 level from switch-in, +1 from Modifier Bar)Kayako beat down the Diglett and gained +3 levels! Kayako is now Level 11! Kayako has learned Vine Whip! Due to new character protection, Caribes can catch the Diglett if they wish: [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/bw/diglett.png"] [b]Diglett[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 10 OT: Caribes Inmortui Moves: Sand Attack, Scratch, Growl, Astonish Ability: Sand Veil OR Arena Trap Nature/Personality: [choose]
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 23, 2023 1:58:15 GMT 11
The snowstorm that loomed just over the horizon would slam into the region with full force. It ripped at the long branches of the nearby trees, shaking them down to their roots and causing their branches to fumble in every which direction as it pulled and tugged relentlessly. The snow spiraled through the air with chunks of small ice that slammed against the rough barks of live oak trees and the skittering wild Pokemon, who all ran to seek shelter off in the distance. Caribes stared at the nearly lifeless form on the fainted Diglett with disinterest and huffed underneath their throat as they tried to consider what they should do. Take this creature along with them on their travels or simply leave it to succumb to the worst of Mother Nature’s elements? The howling winds and wintry storms couldn’t have left much to survive in their angry torment.
Still, the little mole’s body slipped further down its rabbit hole, slowly disappearing out of sight. Caribes cursed underneath their breath and snapped their fingers in Kayako’s direction. “Well?” Caribes questioned in an angry voice. “I didn’t say let it go! Hurry up and fish it back out of that forsaken hole!” They cursed underneath their breath as Kayako shot out long vines from her body and slid them inside of the furry brown mole’s hole. The tunnel was long and intricate, with many pathways which led in different directions. Something down inside of the deep depths of Diglett’s tunnel snapped on one of her vines, causing Kayako to float backwards and shriek in pain. She pulled her vines back in an instant and shook her head with a sad look. “I can’t find it! And there’s something down there that keeps biting me!” Kayako insisted.
Caribes turned their attention to their shivering hamster, who pawed at their thick denim jeans. Babadook seemed as though she were freezing over from the worst of the elements. Was all of Caribes’ Pokemon so helpless in this environment?! Did they need to do everything themselves?! “Fine! You’re useless anyways. Whatever!” Caribes snapped, pulling a Pokeball free and recalling their large, carnivorous plant. If Kayako couldn’t do what they needed her to do, then they would have to find someone else. But Babadook immediately jumped up, tapping the button on her own Pokeball, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Nope! Not me! “Ugh! You’re both useless, then! Whatever!” Caribes’ annoyance intensified. They knelt on the snow covered ground and dug at the entrance to Diglett’s tunnel, trying to find the body themselves.
This wouldn’t last long, though. As they dug through the snow and grass, the howling winds kept dumping piles of snow and ice on top of Caribes. Even if the cold snow was easy for the elderly individual to ignore with mild complaints, the large chunks of ice that bruised their arms and legs through their jacket and pants was enough to get Caribes to jump back up. “This isn’t even worth it! Just you wait until spring comes back!” Caribes threatened the now vanished mole, sticking one large eye to stare down through the small hole in the ground. “Then I’ll be back for you! I won’t forget this so easily! You HEAR ME LITTLE ONE!!” Caribes stood up and yelled into the eye of the storm, before turning away and walking out of Cherrygrove and onto the nearby Route.
Route 30 didn’t offer much of a difference than the city but it had less prying eyes. Fewer mother sheltered their children’s eyes from the ‘crazy, delusional elderly’ Caribes who seemed to shout at nothing at all. That was fine. The further Caribes was from the other humans in Cherrygrove, the less likely they would be confronted by the ‘goody-two-shoes’ that lurked with their stupid badges and inflated egos. Hopefully, whatever Caribes encountered along their way to Violet would be easier to deal with and less of a pain in the rear end. Though, their attitude would only glower as they traveled on and had to brave the worst of the snowstorm’s wrath along their way.
OOC: Looking for new encounter!
Words: 693 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Jan 24, 2023 12:28:22 GMT 11
As Caribes left the prying eyes of modern civilization and the risk of discovery by the International Police Force to 'enjoy' the peace and tranquility of Route 30, they would find themselves stepping through the ice and snow; a satisfying crunch accompanying each step. Satisfying to younger or more childish ears maybe, though Caribes was likely to find the noise to be something of a nuisance given their generally dour disposition. Of course, the further onto Route 30 they got, the fiercer and more painful the ensuing snow storm got. The relative peace of the fog was replaced by a biting cold. Few Pokemon were out and about on this fine-ish day, giving Caribes a rare moment to themself as they ventured into the wild. It seemed that the sudden snowstorm had forced many of the local Pokemon into hiding or an early retreat. It looked as if Caribes' search for something to fight against and take out their aggression on would be completely in vain, unable to find any dash of color or movement through the blanketed white landscape around them. At least, for a time, that is. Eventually Caribes found themselves stepping on uneasy ground, snow and ice giving way beneath their feet. The snow had covered the ground so completely that, with the benefit of the snowstorm, Caribes would have been unlikely to realize that they were so close to a small ledge. The ledge's dirt gave way under the weight of Caribes' foot, sliding down a mixture of slush and mud and dirt on to whatever lay below the slanted ground. Whether Caribes would be able to avoid falling down the small ledge or would steady themselves in time, it mattered not; anything living below the slope would be sure to be buffeted by a mixture of things. The fall wouldn't be enough to even hurt the elderly Trainer; merely enough to annoy them considerably. Below the slanted ground, a lone Pokemon was trying to scavenge. The Bidoof had lost its home to a rather unruly and unusual looking Meowth, and so it had been forced to go out in search of new materials to construct its wintery den. It didn't like being out in this cold and snow any more than the next guy did, and wanted little more than to get out of it. Suddenly, however, the snow and dirt landed upon the Bidoof's head. The plump brown rodent dug its way out of the mixed materials, chirping angrily at the human that had knocked a veritable avalanche down upon its head. "What's the big idea, guy? Trying to make a home down here!"The Bidoof was clearly upset and itching for some kind of fight for the accidental slight committed against it. There would be little chance of Caribes getting out of this without a fight; but then again, was Caribes likely to care about attempting to flee when there was filthy evolver-Pokemon sitting before them, a prime chance to punish it for its very existence. A Bidoof (Level 5) was trying to build a new home before you got in its way! What will Caribes do now?
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 25, 2023 4:57:27 GMT 11
The wintry weather was anything but enjoyable for the elderly Rocket member. Huge chunks of ice hurled their way through large gusts of wind. It tugged at their jacket and slammed against Caribes' back as if to hurry them along. The grey-haired gent cursed underneath their voice as they wrapped their arms tightly around themselves and carefully followed the pathways through the open route. The piles of snow that stacked itself up several inches off the ground made it difficult to navigate, though Caribes' was sure that if they just followed the largest open paths they would be fine. Small twigs snapped underfoot, initially covered by the thick white blanket of snow, and created an almost eerie beat.
Why were they trekking their way through such treacherous environments, anyhow? Most of the wilderness that called this place home would be hunkering down awaiting the warmer weathers that lay just beyond the horizon. Some wouldn't survive through the snow and ice that surrounded them and blanketed out their normal food sources, which suited the ill-mannered gent just fine. The fewer that managed to starve off the worst of winter's assaults, the fewer that would make it to see themselves evolve later down the road. But what was their end goal through all of this? Safety for all of mankind, even though mankind never looked favorably upon Caribes' efforts to save them from the terrible beasts that Pokemon could evolve into.
Even if no one in the entire world wanted their help, Caribes' would risk it for themselves. They'd lost too many to Pokemon of the past and wouldn't let the Pokemon of the future take more lives while they could help it. Even Team Rocket didn't share Caribes'vision fully, so they used the organization and carefully crafted their own tales that made them fit into the mold better.
Lost in their own thoughts, Caribes' wouldn't notice the steep ledge until they'd stumbled head over heels down it's side. Caribes gasped loudly while tumbling through the snowy landscape and coughed up bits of snow and forest debris after they landed in a messy heap on the forest floor. They immediately jumped up and dusted themselves off while grumbling incoherent syllables underneath their breath. "That really hurt. Stupid root." Caribes' groaned with a shake of their head. Why couldn't park rangers clean off the snow that blocked their usual paths so that it was easier to see?
Pain echoed through Caribes' knees and caused the elderly gent to lean against the very ledge they'd just tripped over. They bent over and pulled up their pants legs to check and see some heavy bruising scarring both of their knees. It wasn't enough to need any medical attention, thankfully, but would make their journey harder on them overall. When they turned to see an angry beaver chatting away at them as though it held a personal grudge, Caribes' huffed annoyedly under their breath.
"And what's your problem? Eh?" They questioned the furry rodent. "Come to pick a fight? Sure, I'll show you a fight. But you'll regret it! " Caribes' laughed with a twisted sort of sound as their lips curled in a demented smile across their face. They pulled a Poke Ball free and tossed it up in the air, calling out a tricolored rodent who started shivering as soon as her feet touched the snow. " Babadook, show this useless bucktooth why we don't mess with Team Rocket. Use your Super Fang. If you disappoint me you can stay here with him buried in the snow. Got it? " Caribes' snapped. The small black and brown rodent rushed towards the little brown beaver, hoping to bite down as hard as it could on Bidoof's back. "Listen, it's nothing personal." Babadook promised her opponent. "But I'm not suited for the snow."
OOC: Sending out Babadook who uses Super Fang.
Words: 636 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Jan 29, 2023 4:09:16 GMT 11
The snow storm continued to swirl around Caribes, their Pokemon, and the wild Bidoof as things began to heat up for them. but Bidoof was unable to focus on the bitter cold permeating their plump body, instead seemingly focused on their ire to this human. The human had laughed at them, and after disturbing their new home too! The Bidoof bristled, preparing itself defensively as the human retrieved a mechanical ball and summoned forth a strange tri-colored rodent. Bidoof would fight this human's pet rodent and teach them both a lesson for disturbing it. "Neither am I, but your pet human just helped crush my home! I've got nowhere to go now!" the Bidoof chirped at Babadook's insistence that she wasn't built for the cold. Bidoof had little sympathy for its opponent, as now they were all stuck out here in the cold and suffering together. Then again, humans usually had houses or dens of their own right? Maybe it could find a way to sneak away with this human, maybe they would have a house it could stay in and get away from the cold and the elements. But it much preferred freedom over having to take care of some human pet like this strange creature now had to. Babadook launched herself forward, sinking her tiny little fangs into the side of the beaver. The beaver let out a squeal of pain and anguish, thrashing around violently in the rodent's grasp. In the midst of the thrashing, the Bidoof began to slam parts of its body into Babdook, trying to shake her off. As it did so, the cold and wind only got stronger and faster, a bitter cold being sent through the bodies of all in attendance at this battle. Babadook released her grip to shiver, her fur shifting in color slightly as she did so; the Bidoof likewise had to go on the backfoot, stepping away to shiver and recoil from the cold. Bidoof was breathing heavily, unhappy with the weather and its injuries beginning to weigh down on it. Wild Encounter Weather: Hail [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Bidoof LV 5 HP 32% [7/22]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Babadook LV 4 HP 53% [10/19]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Bidoof [Ability]: Status (-4 from Hail) Babadook [Ability]: Healthy, Hangry Form (-3 from Hail) SP14 Babdook used Super Fang! SP9 Bidoof used Tackle! Babdook changed forms! Babadook and Bidoof were buffeted by the hail!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Feb 26, 2023 1:08:38 GMT 11
Thick chunks of ice hurled down all around them. Large vertical cumulonimbus clouds with daunting grey forms swelled across the face of heaven, blocking out its usually bright blue skies and hiding away the sun. The cantankerous old grunt glared at the small furry beaver through narrowed eyes. A strange, devious smirk played on the edge of their lips. They thought about the possibility of capturing this furry rodent and leaving it as a prisoner alongside the rats of old, only to be released one day in an inhospitable place. Though if this beaver couldn’t make a home for the winter, wouldn’t that be enough to keep it at bay? “Good work, Babadook.” Grumpy grandy called out to their rodent, cheering her on.
It was a little less of a cheer in tone and stated in a more matter-of-fact manner. Babadook understood what Caribes was conveying through their words. Though they praised her, hidden behind the message was a warning of how she was never allowed to slip or falter along the way. Perhaps one day, Caribes would blink long enough that the careful rodent would slip away before Caribes had the chance to put a stop to her foolishness. For now, she needed to tread lightly, always doing as she was told and towing the line in a manner that befit the ‘ruler’ she was subjected to work under. “My human isn’t going to care.” Babadook informed the enemy and shrugged her shoulders as she stood up on her hind legs to size the furry beaver carefully. “You have pretty thick fur. It doesn’t keep you warm?”
Caribes studied the two as they tangled through the snowy grounds. As soon as Bidoof slammed into their furry rodent, Babadook’s entire form switched. Her fur bristled as she stood with glowing red eyes and an angry scowl. This pleased the old grunt, who huffed a little under their breath as one of their knees ached with a dull pain. Caribes flipped their bag around to the front of their body and carefully dug through their belongings, pushing some Pokeballs and medicinal products for Pokemon out of the way until they located a small over the counter bottle of pain killers. They carefully measured out a safe serving of the medication and washed it down with some water. Caribes would then walk over to a nearby stump and slowly sit themselves down on it so that they could rub their knee with their hands. “Stubborn old body…” Caribes grumbled underneath his breath.
Babadook looked back to her trainer and blinked as she watched Caribes fumble around inside of the bag before walking over to sit on a nearby stump. She tilted her head curiously while her belly rumbled underneath her furry coat. “Ah! I’m so hungry!” She complained. The emotions from her hangry personality swelled in the pit of her chest and made it difficult for Babadook to focus on anything else. As she searched the treetops and snow grounds around her, it only made her attitude worse off. “And you’ve absolutely NOTHING around to eat!” She immediately complained to the furry beaver. Even though Caribes didn’t order a command, Babadook rushed after her opponent with her jaws wide open. Large globs of saliva dripped down her lips and splashed against the ground underfoot. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse, you know!” Was a beaver similar to a horse? Would she really try to eat her opponent? Or maybe…just maybe…she’d find a berry hidden in its fur yet! With her mind made up, Babadook tried her best to chomp down on the Bidoof.
OOC: Babadook uses Super Fang.
Words: 610 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Feb 27, 2023 8:44:32 GMT 11
The Bidoof was taken aback by this Trainer and Pokemon duo. They came stomping through the snow with no regard for any of the Pokemon living here, and then had the nerve to bite the Bidoof! And what's worse, this Pokemon seemed so proud of the fact that their Trainer wouldn't care about the Bidoof's situation. They were both so heartless...if the Bidoof wasn't a little worried that their tears might freeze, it might be enough to make it shed a tear. But all it could continue to do for now was its best, so it could go on about its day and continue rebuilding its den. "Is..is your Trainer a bad person?" it asked the Morpeko, though it was unlikely to get a response as the battle would continue on. Morpeko had shifted forms, and just like that it was prepared to keep eating and eating until it had its fill...or until it shifted forms, whichever happened first really. Bidoof was unsure of what to make of the color-changing rodent and its sudden shift into Hangry-ness, but it knew that the sight of it and the words that Babadook were saying were deeply unsettling. "...Wait, I could find you a horse to eat, I could find you a-" the Bidoof tried to back up and away from the hungry mouse, but it found itself with little room to maneuver. The ground underfoot was already unstable, given Caribes' earlier instance of tripping through it, and the snow made it difficult for the Bidoof to move too much or too quickly. Even with its thick hide, the snow had been beginning to get to it. The added stress of being forced out of its home had had too much of an effect on its fur, making it even more susceptible to the elements that it had been briefly forced into. But that was only the beginning of Bidoof's problems, as the Hangry Babadook launched herself forward, sinking her fangs into the beaver's hide once again at the orders of her master. Bidoof let out a screech of pain, struggling and thrashing to get away, though by now the cold was beginning to get to it. Its limbs felt heavy, its body stiff and aching, and it felt its eyelids begin to droop. The cold was lulling it into sleep, and the pain lulling it into unconsciousness. With a biting cold wind blowing through its body, the Bidoof collapsed and Babadook would begin to shift back into her default form once again. Now she'd just have to live with the knowledge of what cold, wet beaver fur tasted like. Babadook ate a beaver and gained 3 levels! Babadook is now Level 7! Babadook learned Leer! Due to New Player Protection, Caribes can catch the Bidoof if they want: [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/bw/bidoof.png"] [b]Bidoof[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 5 OT: Caribes Inmortui Moves: Growl, Tackle, Defense Curl Ability: Simple OR Unaware Nature/Personality: [choose]
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Feb 27, 2023 12:33:16 GMT 11
The questions were largely lost on the hangry rodent, who only tore through the land after her opponent. She was in such a blind rage for food that everything seemed like a blur in the moment. She could hear a strange sound, like someone sending out an S.O.S. by shouting into the sky at random flying objects high above them. But the sounds were so strange that they sounded muddled and muted, while her rumbling stomach overpowered them and echoed in her ears. “Bad…person…” The words slipped off her tongue as something strange and delightful slipped down her throat, filling her gut. “Depends who you ask.” She pondered aloud. Tasted like…seasoned berries. Perhaps it was Tamato mixed with Oran and blackened on top of a grill? Seemed similar in taste, at least…
Caribes’ smile curled the ends of their lips in a devious manner as they watched their Pokemon through the onslaught. It was as though she were a natural. She easily overpowered her opponent and knocked the wild Bidoof off with barely a struggle at all. Though the biting cold nipped at them both, Caribes was sure that their Pokemon would be a powerful contender on their team. “You’ve earned your place, Babadook.” The grunt hopeful nodded firmly, pushing themselves back up on their aching feet to amble slowly over to their Pokemon. Babadook’s fur slowly reverted back and she searched around the grounds in surprise at all the strange berry juice that smeared the once bright white snow. Though the Bidoof was nowhere to be found, Babadook had to assume it ran off through the wilderness at the first opportunity it had to escape.
“Can I get out of the cold now?” Babadook shivered, pressing close to Caribes’ leg and pulling on the edge of their pants. At first, Caribes scowled. What was their Pokemon trying to do?! They stumbled back temporarily, then relaxed when they realized that their Pokemon wasn’t trying to hurt them. “Be careful with your nails, little one.” They snapped with a firm warning, causing Babadook to squeak and back up slowly. Had she already turned the tables on herself, after working so hard to prove her own worth to her trainer?! Was that all it took to ruin everything she had been working on?! Would Caribes toss her into the wind so casually, when she was trying to warm up to them and even love on her trainer? “You’ve got sharp nails…that’s why. Remember, you have to be cautious not to be horrible like evolved Pokemon are, right? You’re meant to listen obediently…which you did in that fight…” Caribes continued, scratching the back of their head.
Babadook sighed and smiled with relief. Thankfully, she hadn’t ruined anything for herself! She even impressed her trainer! Did that mean that she was securing the roof over her head and wouldn’t have to work as hard or worry as much as her partners? Would she see them succumb to the fates of some of the Pokemon they’d faced along the way? Did she care if she could at least protect herself? “I’m just cold…is all…” She mumbled, as a warm breeze kicked up behind them and slapped her in the back, tickling her and hinting at the spring time that was fast approaching them around the corner. Caribes laughed, pulling out her Pokeball and pressing the center of the ball with their fingers. “I’ve supposed you’ve earned a rest. This time, at least…” They laughed, recalling Babadook in an instance. Then, Caribes turned back towards the trail ahead of them and walked slowly along the path, striving to get themselves out of the worst of this snowstorm that blared all around them.
OOC: Looking for new encounter!
Words: 624 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Tiki on Mar 2, 2023 14:45:36 GMT 11
The snowstorm seemed to have stopped as a gentle breeze of warm air blew around Caribes. The air was warm enough to evaporating the melting snow, creating a thick layer of fog in the area. Not that there's anything interesting out here with nothing but trees, grasses, bushes, and weeds, but the closest tree that the young man can see was now like three trees away instead of ten or twenty from earlier. As if this wasn't enough, there was a sudden sound of foghorn. In the middle of landlocked cities. There wasn't any boat or ship nearby. "MM-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" A gentle, baritone foghorn sounded. Pokemon in the area were startled by this, and Pokemon could be heard and maybe seen scampering or flying from the area. Was this area formerly where ship sailed in the ocean and sailors died? "Captain, land sighted! Captain, land sighted!" A Chatot chirped above Caribes, as the imminence of fog brought back some of the languages the Chatot had learned from sailors or something. This Chatot was well traveled, but equally unaware of the phrases it had learned from humans. "Wingulll!" The bird continued, imitating the sound of a Pokemon commonly seen with salty travelers. Now, don't let the Chatot sniff rum to unlock unneeded memories.
A (Level 5) Chatot appeared! Fog will be in effect! Shiny roll LSBp6q7X1-421-42
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 5, 2023 0:11:54 GMT 11
The strange wonderland was almost surreal. The landscape changed drastically as warm spring air rushed through the trees and tickled the long wild grass that scattered about the route. As it surged through the landscape, the breeze scattered fallen leaves that were once previously unheard of in a multitude of directions, causing them to fly as though they were an ocean of themselves. Caribes’ scowl relaxed a bit. Though they cared little for this strange phenomenon it was a welcomed change from the relentless snowstorm that pummeled at them from every angle. They continued on their journey towards the next city, hoping to make some real progress in quick succession. The fog that swelled up in their wake caused Caribes to pause and blink, checking the tree lines a few times to be sure they hadn’t traveled down the same pathways repeatedly.
But it was difficult to tell. Tall silhouettes danced in the distance as the wind caused the trees to shiver in their solemn posts. Their scraggly branches reached out through the fog, clapping against each other as though they might snatch unsuspecting children from their playful travels and carry them far off into the deep dark recesses of the forested region. Caribes smiled for a brief moment as their mind ran wild with the notion, though they instead pictured these silhouettes toting off the Pokemon along the route whose capabilities of evolution made them dangerous creatures to befriend. Why did so many people trust them in their day-to-day lives? Did they not understand the implicit dangers that they faced by keeping evolved Pokemon near and dear to them? How could they respond safely when one of these obviously overpowered creatures reared up and tried to attack them?
Caribes had to assume that most were just dimwitted. They didn’t face the hardships that Caribes had to face from a young age. In their youth, Caribes had actually befriended a sweet Anorith whose evolutionary pathway was a monstrous creature they’d never known to be so hostile. When its parents found Caribes and the Anorith playing, only Caribes’ parents could save them. It cost their parents their lives. Caribes’ firm scowl returned, stretching the corners of their face, as memories flooded their brain. They could still feel the same feelings they had felt so long ago as a scared kid in hiding, and the pain that they experienced from losing their parents still ached in the pit of their chest. It was a grateful turn of events, then, when the two Team Rocket members found Caribes and took them in as their own child. Caribes loved them as much as they loved their original parents that they had lost so long ago.
The strange calls that surged through the canopies pulled Caribes out of their head. They tilted their heads up and scanned the treetops, though they couldn’t spot anything at first. Reflexively, the old gent pulled a Pokeball from their side and released a mischievous looking pup, who rushed at the trees around him and kicked their trunks while barking loudly up into their branches. “Come play with me, please!” He laughed, painting long stripes onto the barks of the trees around him. “I’d love to see how pretty your feathers are in person!” Though Vetril was hoping to lure his opponent out so that he could easily attack the wild bird, Caribes would snap his fingers loudly and whistle for his Pokemon to return to his side.
“Vetril, stand down. I want to see if Babadook is ready for the first GYM battle.” If Caribes hoped to spread their message and awareness across all of Johto, they knew that they would have to eventually stop by and defeat each GYM Leader along the way. Could they also liberate the GYM Leaders of their precious evolved Pokemon? That was a risky thought that caused Caribes to grimace as they tried to think of logical ways it might work. “Babadook get in there. Shock that bird until it’s fried chicken!” The tricolored rodent reappeared and sighed, shaking her head. “I guess it’s true what they say,” she sighed as large streaks of lightning shot out from her cheeks. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked.” She tried her best to hit the feathered avian with her strongest electric shocks, hoping to make Caribes proud once more.
OOC: Sending out Vetril first round & immediately switching in Babadook. Then using Thunder Shock 2nd round.
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Post by Tiki on Mar 7, 2023 10:11:26 GMT 11
When the artistic canine was swapped with the electric rodent, it switched to a softer volume to the Morpeko. It felt more comfortable to the mouse than the dog with ink dripping off his tail. "I want a Gogoat cheese with Wapear Sauce. Extra carrots!" That wasn't a secret another Pokemon would expect to know, but whether it was the Chatot's mimicry speech or actual favorite food was a mystery with this Pokemon. The mouse stared at the bird, both shocked and startled with this information he did not asked for. That's good to know, but Morpeko wasn't working in a restaurant and what was he doing with this information? Then, his rage built up uncontrollably and began zapping the Chatot. The avian squawked in pain loudly and began complaining as its inner moron came out. "Baby," it began, only hearing the "Ba-" part of his name. "Please don't be mad at me. I'm just trying to be goofy. Buuutt, the Gogoat cheese was really better than Miltank cheese. The Wapear sauce kicks up the taste with its sourness, and cooking the sauce made it less bitter too. Please forgive me. I love talking to you. You make me happy. You make my day brighter, even when it was foggy outside." The bird began talking without stopping, dropping its mimicry act as its real voice came out. Wild Encounter Weather: Fog [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Chatot LV 5 HP 46% [11/24]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Babadook LV 7 HP 89% [24/27]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Babadook [Hunger Switch]: Status, -1 Sp Attack Chatot [Ability]: Status SP++ Vetril switched out!! SP15 Chatot used Confide! Babadook is now Hangry Mode!
SP20 Babadook used Thundershock! SP15 Chatot used Chatter! Babadook is now normal mode!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 11, 2023 20:21:21 GMT 11
The ornery old geezer scowled while listening to the strange blue bird squawk incessantly about random things that didn’t seem to matter. What use would they have for such a loudmouth? Would they need to expect the same kind of loud mouth and foolishness out of their own Chatot that was nestled comfortably inside of their storage box in their personal computer? That would be a day that Caribes would attempt a lovely roasted…erm chicken…recipe stuffed with the same kind of steaming hot carrots this wild Chatot seemed to be screaming its head on about. Wherever their sensibilities and once love for Pokemon had gone when they were younger, it was unknown. Now their heart was a barren wasteland of rot and decay.
“Babadook.” Though Caribes uttered her name, their jaw flinched on the next lines as Babadook’s form completely changed. The hungry rodent glared through spiky fur as electricity surged around her and cackled wildly. Large bolts bounced from her, shooting up into the air with some bouncing off the rough barks of nearby trees. She wanted fried chicken and in a pinch the only chicken she saw wouldn’t stop squawking its beak about such random things! “Fried Chicken with Wepear sauce. Yum!” Babadook rubbed her tiny paws together and slowly stepped closer to her opponent, squinting to keep a strong visual on Chatot through the dense fog. “Is that a spicy barbeque sauce kind of meal, or a mild one, I wonder?”
Caribes’ scowl immediately stiffened back across their face. Was their rodent chatting to her opponent? What on earth for? Pokemon had such simple minds it was no wonder they needed strong leadership. It also made sense why evolved Pokemon simply couldn’t be trusted. What if they lost sight of the battle at hand and started working with their opponents instead? “We’re not its friends, Babadook!” Caribes snapped their fingers to get her attention, then balled their fist and waved it ominously in the air. It was a threat that they would make good on if Babadook somehow messed this mission up. “Focus on your objective. Use another Thundershock!” Mx. Grumps of Grumpiton screamed at their Pokemon.
Babadook gulped as she came back to her senses and cowered in the tall grasses for a second. What had even happened to begin with? She turned her head this way and that only to notice her opponent still flitting about in the trees above. “I’m…not a chef?” Babadook tried to make sense of what the strange bird was chatting on about. Electricity surged through her short fur. She studied the loud bird and prepared herself, hoping to release one large bolt that would hopefully knock the blue feathered pest out of the skies easily and regain Caribes’ approval once more. Babadook knew in this moment that her trainer’s approval was a fickle thing she would have to consistently re-earn every step of the way.
“What in the world are you even chatting about anyways?” Caribes mumbled grumpily underneath their breath. They could care less about the different meal choices and delicacies that this bird seemed to admire. Though, something about its speech made Caribes wonder if it was simply quoting what it might have heard from other trainers. “Tell me something useful, you squawky little thing. And I might just spare your soul.” They smirked, rubbing their hands together thoughtfully. Maybe they could coerce the right information out of this pecky parrot and know the best places to hit up along their pathway to Violet City. Maybe they could learn where Team Rocket recruiters hung out and earn their title back once more.
OOC: Babadook using Thundershock. x2 if needed.
Words: 612 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Mar 13, 2023 3:12:35 GMT 11
The Chatot was having the time of its life, talking with this strange little rat. But the human didn't seem to be happy with their Chatter, for some reason or another. Maybe it had some other noise in its head that would make the eyepatch person happy? Chatot tilted its head slightly, curious about how this new little mousey friend was doing under such a Trainer? Wait, it was losing this fight; would this Trainer try to catch it and use its chatter to bully other Pokemon? Admittedly, it could be kind of fun to learn all kinds of new words to shout at people to rile them up. Chatot bet this human had a real colorful vocabulary that it could use to attract a fun mate. "Battle the Gym Leader, you did? And lost you did, yes? What do you mean 'what is the point of challenging the gyms?'?!" the Chatot said in a heavily accented voice. There was a man from Violet City, a cheerful man who was always surrounded by adoring children and curious Trainers, who would happily give out advice to anyone he saw wandering toward the Violet Gym. On a spring day not unlike this, the Chatot had overheard him trying to give advice to some young Trainer who had failed to best Falkner. Maybe this was the kind of information that would make the eyepatch person happy? "Without Gym Badges, it will be hard to do anything or become someone important. So training and studying is a must!"Chatot wasn't sure what a Gym badge was, but they seemed real shiny and the people in the city seemed to put a lot of faith into them and what they stood for. Chatot had been run out of town not long after by some Gym Trainers looking to add to their collection. Too many birds to compete with attention and food for over there, though. But Chatot was not going to be able to reminisce or even take the time to check and see what Caribes had to say about the information being given to them, as Babadook would release a surge of electricity. The electricity connected with the Chatot, the current running through its feathery body and causing the bird to drop the theatrics and let out a screeching caw of pain before collapsing onto the ground from the pain of the electric shock. The day was won, and Caribes would be able to walk away with some information. Most people in this Region would not put much faith or stock in the abilities of anyone without any Badges. Even Team Rocket, if it were looking to rebuild its ranks in the wake of their failures in Kanto, would likely only be willing to take in the best of the best. Maybe if Caribes wished to reclaim their rank, they would have an easier time if they took the Gym Challenge in order to prove themself?
Vetril got in the way, but learned something! Vetril gained +1 level and is now Level 3!
Babadook is a little hungry, but won! Babadook gained +2 levels and is now Level 9! Also, if Caribes desires, they can capture the defeated Chatot: [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/bw/chatot.png"] [b]Chatot[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 5 OT: Caribes Inmortui Moves: Chatter, Confide, Hyper Voice, Peck Ability: Keen Eye OR Tangled Feet Nature/Personality: [choose]
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 13, 2023 21:52:07 GMT 11
The ornery old gent smiled as their Pokemon easily thwarted the best efforts of this silly bird and managed to take the squawking parakeet down for good. Though Babadook did all of the work while Caribes stood on the sidelines and threatened her into submission, it felt good to see their Pokemon loyally following along. “That takes care of that, Babadook.” Caribes knelt down and placed their hand firmly on the top of the small tricolored hamster’s head. “Now, maybe we can move on and see what else this place has to offer?” Caribes hummed underneath their voice.
Something stuck out to him like a broken string on a guitar. The squawking parrot spoke of GYM battles and how they made your legacy great. The elderly gent had only considered them for naïve children whose wide-eyed gaze would glisten at the prospect of the championship beyond the GYMs and beyond the Elite Four. Could they benefit Caribes along their own journey to become somebody once more in the Team Rocket organization? And if they collected enough badges, would people finally listen to their words and understand the true dangers that they all faced by harboring evolved Pokemon on their teams? It was food for thought, definitely. But the taste of it was foul, like week old leftovers that smelled a little funny before you took that first bite.
“Hmm….” The dark minded soul sighed, bent down, and shrugged. They could take this bird along with them as a prisoner of their PC. Whenever they needed information, Caribes only needed to bully the bird into submission to get the best tales from its mouth. Would Caribes take this bird away from its cozy little habitat only to enslave it for their sick and twisted reasons? Oh, absolutely. Without a doubt, Caribes would easily snag this poor feathered creature if only to torture it for all the information they could drain out of the small parrot! But did Caribes need another similar looking bird to their own Steven? That was less so true.
“Babadook, bring me a ball from my bag.” Decisions had been made in that moment that would cement this bird’s entire life in an instance. They tossed the red-and-white ball at the defeated Pokemon and shrugged with indifference as the capsule easily managed to swallow the bird whole. The fog that swallowed them up and made it impossible to see anything for miles only soured Caribes’ overall mood, though the hope that their newest Prisoner brought them was enough to keep Caribes’ head held high. They nodded firmly to their small rodent, turning back down their path towards Violet, and carried on their way.
Their legs ached with the effort as old bones tend to do. Caribes would stop, kneeling over, and take long and laborious breaths to right themselves once more on occasion. Whenever Babadook walked over to them and placed a worried paw on her trainer’s leg, Caribes would scowl at her. They were no old man or woman! They still had plenty of their prime left to them! “Stay focused, Babadook. We need to be ready for Falkner’s GYM.” What the parrot said about the GYMs got Caribes thinking heavily. If GYM badges would help them on their mission to liberate Pokemon from all of mankind and rejoin the Rocket forces, then they would knock each of them out like dominoes. And their newest companion, Prisoner 002, would tell Caribes everything the old gent wanted to know to ensure that this vision came into fruition if they wanted an easy and cushy life in Caribes’ collection.
OOC: Looking for new encounter! Updating -1 Pokeball for Prisoner 002's ball.
Words: 605 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Vetril
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Post by Avalon on Mar 15, 2023 10:33:26 GMT 11
Chatot was in for a tough time in the future, sealed into the ball and condemned to a future of potential abuse at the hands of the Rocket hopeful. The Chatot had heard plenty in its time over the skies of Violet City and Cherrygrove, often being run from one place to another by Trainers seeking out the colorful bird to add to their collection. Perhaps Caribes' intuition was right, and the bird might have overheard some conversation between conspiring criminals? Or maybe Caribes was just going to torment some poor bird for no reason. Only time would tell. The fog continued to set in, consuming Caribes and their surroundings completely within what must have felt like only a matter of minutes. Foggy days like this were the worst for some people. It became impossible to navigate or figure out where you were going or what you were doing; everything became so much more dangerous. But if you knew what you were doing, there were plenty of ways to find your own fun in the fog and the wind. Like for the Hoppips of the greater Cherrygrove area, that fun was often found in drifting along the wind and just spreading your spores around. This particular Hoppip had been separated from its flock, lost within the fog and knocked off course by the stray spring winds. It was twisting, turning, and spinning through the air with glee; only to realize it had gotten separated from its own kind and was now alone, on a strange route. In the distance, it could see a suited fellow with a strange mouse nipping at their heels. Caribes and Babadook, directly in the plant's path. "Friends! Do you want some spores? Could you point me to the rest of my flock? Why doesn't that one have any color on them?" the Hoppip asked excitedly and quickly, hardly giving either of them a second to respond to the various questions. The Hoppip reached out, wiggling its stubby little hands toward the two as some kind of welcoming gesture; perhaps the creature wanted a hug or something? Though past experiences said that if that were the case, this Hoppip would be setting itself up for disappointment if it was asking for a hug from Caribes. A lost Hoppip (Level 9) has bumped into Caribes' path! What will Caribes do?
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