Missingno.
Grass Dinosaur
Tiki
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Post by Tiki on Apr 9, 2023 22:36:36 GMT 11
Nikki wasn't sure what to make of the Barnie story, as she wasn't a doctor. Not to mention, she didn't know anything about said forested island that this old man was living in. She retraced the conversation a bit and then asked, "Oh... wow. I hope he's better now. What about your son-in-law? What does he do?" Whatever Barnie was doing in the woods didn't sound like the right guy who met Mirabelle. "What?" The Nidoran clicked her teeth at the Miltank, completely cannot comprehend the opponent's speech. "Speak slower!""When is she due? You still have time to go to Violet City?" She asked, curiously, slowly trying to piece it together. If the baby was due soon, then she would be confused why this old man was traveling alone from his upcoming grandkid. When she felt her Pokemon had panted enough, she hollered her next move. "Queenie, go with another Poison Sting!"The Miltank charged forward while babbling something, but the Nidoran was not fast enough to dodge such a giant Pokemon triple her height. When the Miltank moved and she was freed, the fired some poisonous sting at the normal type, only for the young calf to shook it off before poison could set. Then, Orla chased down Nidoran for another Tackle, and the sky-blue hare was smacked and rolled on the floor. "She's healthy and strong for a baby Pokemon," she complimented. "I hope the baby boy will be strong too. Have they decided on a name yet?" She was hoping it won't be one of those trendy name that Guillotined the spelling horribly and cause confusion. Trainer Battle: Ranger Nikki Weather: Fog (-10% ACC) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Queenie LV 6 HP 8% [2/24]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Orla LV 4 HP 73% [16/22]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Nikki's Queenie [Rivalry]: Healthy Caribes' Orla [Scrappy]: Healthy, Attack -1 SP14 Orla used Tackle! SP11 Queenie used Poison Sting!
SP14 Orla used Tackle! SP11 Queenie used Growl!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 10, 2023 2:29:49 GMT 11
Caribes placed a finger against their chin thoughtfully and hummed. What was Mirabelle’s husband doing and were they even married? Would it be better to build a relationship full of happy, nuclear family sets who only had setbacks in the world around them? That didn’t feel very real in today’s current social economy. “Oh…last I heard they split up.” Caribes sighed sadly and shook his head. “I’m not really sure…its nothing like when I was coming up. You kind of found ‘the one’ and raised kids well into your elderly years.” Nikki looked young herself. Did she have split parents or know friends who did? It was a thoughtful question that Caribes could care less about knowing the answer to.
The important part of Caribes’ lies seemed to work to their advantage. The ranger bought into their story that they weaved and even invited more information from Caribes through thoughtful questions. “I gave up on my dream of being a champion to help raise kids. Now that I’m done raising kids, I decided to give my dreams a chance.” It made the most sense for someone their age to want to travel the world collecting these monstrosities like playing cards while battling others to show their ‘skills’. While there were some trainers in their elderly years that were still traveling about, most were advanced trainers by now and many more had given up on these dreams to do other things in their ‘adulting’ ways.
“Which is why I need to make it to Violet City and earn my first badge. Also, I’m hoping to make it to Goldenrod and use the Magnet Train to travel to Saffron and see her before he arrives.” Saffron wasn’t a bad place to settle down and raise a family. The department stores that popped up around the city and plenty of job opportunities made it interesting in its own way to travelers who grew too weary of their nomadic lifestyles. “You’re doing good, Orla. One more Tackle!” Caribes called over to their pink cow, who wobbled about on their feet a tad bit steadier than before, as though they were beginning to get the hang of it all. “I believe my daughter said she’s naming him ‘Liam’. Apparently it’s a really popular name nowadays?” Caribes smiled. “And thanks. I hope he’s a strong baby boy, too.”
The small calf mooed quietly and struggled to stand up on her four feet once more. Even though it was obvious that she was retaining the most of her health out of the two combatants, the bruises that lined her legs and sides were altogether new feelings for her. Small tears lined Orla’s bottom eyelids, though she managed to shake them away. “I peek fine!” She struggled with her words, stuttering and stumbling over their syllables as she strung them together. This ‘Queenie’ seemed like a real meanie! Though the bold pink cattle pointed her horned head towards the spiky blue rabbit and kicked at the ground with her tough hooves. She wouldn’t give up so easily! “You no peek atall!” She huffed angrily, wondering why her opponent was so mean.
Then Orla charged through the dense fog after her poisonous opponent. She wanted to prove herself to her trainer! Caribes seemed so thoughtful and caring. Though it seemed a striking difference to the first Pokemon they had her face, she loved the face that her trainer seemed invested on what she could do. If she could manage to hit her opponent with her attack, Orla would try to slam into Queenie’s side to hopefully knock her over. It wasn’t all mean, though, as she’d also want to try and tickle her opponent with her hooves…however hooves could manage to tickle… Maybe that would get Queenie in a better mood so she wouldn’t be such a meanie?!
OOC: Orla's using Tackle! If battle ends I'd like to use my Multiplier on Orla.
Words: 648 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Post by Rexman on Apr 10, 2023 23:46:12 GMT 11
The Ranger seemed to think for a minute. "Liam? Hmm....I haven't really met anyone with that name, but it's not like I'm at the forefront of baby names. I'm actually in the field most of the time. Queenie, use poison sting, again!" she called. Unfortunately, between her order being slightly delayed and the young bovine moving quickly on it's toddling legs, Orla slammed into the teal rabbit and sent her rolling across the ground. Kicking up dust and dirt as she rolled, which only added to the hazy, foggy conditions right about now, the rabbit looking Pokemon didn't stir. Nikki took a step forward to check, before hanging her head, recognizing that her Pokemon was knocked out. The swirls around the rodent's eyes were the ultimate proof. "Wow, what a strong tackle. You're definitely raising her correctly," the Ranger added, holding up the poison Pokemon's poke ball. A thin beam of red light shot forward and absorbed the Pokemon, returning her fully. "We're not done yet, I got one more for you. See if you are ready for this!" she said with a smile, before reaching into her belt and pulling out a second capsule. Nikki tapped the latch on the front to make the capsule bigger, before tossing it up into the air. Opening with the usual audible sound, a burst of white energy came forward before materializing into a similar looking Pokemon, however this one was purple with slightly longer quills. The Ranger simply smiled, giving Caribes a chance to make a switch if they so wished. Trainer Battle: Ranger Nikki Weather: Fog (-10% accuracy) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Queenie LV 06 HP 0% [0/24]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Orla LV 04 HP 73% [16/22]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Queenie [Rivalry]: Healthy Orla [scrappy]: Healthy, Attack -1 SP14 Orla used Tackle! SP -- Queenie faints!
Orla gains +3 levels for her Victory! Bar activated, Orla gains +1 level Orla is now Level 08 Orla learns Rollout! Ranger Nikki sends out Nidoran - M! Will you change your Pokemon?
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 11, 2023 1:24:28 GMT 11
A gentle breeze swept through the canopies. Large branches creaked with the effort as they shook, causing a few of their leaves to break away. The multihued leaves painted in various shades from green to a rich red floated gently on the open breeze and tumbled in small hoops towards the forested floor below. Some landed atop the tall green grasses that tickled your knees, while others folded in between their thin blades. An otherwise eerie silence clung in the air, mixed with the fog that labored between the towering giants that surrounded them, and persisted beyond the noise created by the ongoing battle.
Nothing living and wild remained within their grasp, which Caribes might have welcomed with open arms on a normal day. Nothing living to challenge them or impede them along their journey to the top. No Pokemon that they would eventually collect as yet another prisoner in their ongoing list of Pokemon who were trapped by their small balls and forced to follow their orders lest they wind up facing the same fate as other Pokemon who dared disobey them. Though this was a temporary silence. A break in the normal monotony doldrums of life where every blade of grass seemed to hide something underfoot that awaited your presence if only to rip your leg off and feed it back to you. And Caribes awaited them all eagerly, so that they could cleanse the world of such evil and monstrous creatures for once and for all.
“Oh Mirabelle tried to tell me it was a popular name.” The elderly gent scratched the back of their nape and laughed with a nervous smile. Nothing too strong so as to blow their own cover, but something with a mix of confusion and embarrassment felt quite right. Why would an old fart such as themselves know anything about naming a newborn anyways? “I tried to tell her to stick with a classic. Ya know…like Gregory or Russell. But she didn’t like my options very much…” They hummed thoughtfully and considered how many Gregorys and Russells they knew personally. None that they grew up with considering the severe isolation of their birth home, but several nearing senior care or preparing for their final homes in retirement facilities all the same.
Nikki’s compliment was taken lightly by the elderly gent, who simply nodded and allowed their smile to crack at their edges as they stretched it from ear to ear. It wasn’t as forced as they expected they’d have to make it, however. Part of the warmth they felt for their tank of a calf burned through their face, lighting them up as though they glowed from the inside. This small pink bovine would be just the powerhouse they needed to withstand many of their trials in the future and prove to their adversaries why they should avoid Caribes at all cost. “Your…Queenie, was it? She was pretty tough too.” A compliment that they weren’t used to handing out so freely, though it felt ripe for plucking. It tumbled on their lips like a bad aftertaste and made them feel slightly queasy.
“I should give her a rest…” They hummed thoughtfully then turned to Nikki with a quizzical look. “I read somewhere that newly hatched Pokemon shouldn’t be pushed too hard?” Something to plead to their inner nature and prove how thoughtful and caring they were to this ranger who stood like an immovable boulder in their path. Caribes only wished that explosives were easy for them to attain and weren’t so flashy and noisy that using them would almost certainly guarantee their rehabilitation in the industrial prison complex once more. That would clear Nikki out of the way once and for all. They recalled their baby calf and unleashed a strange dark Pokemon shrouded in mystery as he hid underneath his disguise. “Chuckie come on out and greet our friends!” Caribes smiled innocently.
The quirky doll-like Pokemon stretched their long shadowy tendrils across the face of the earth, letting some of them travel up the length of the trees and explore the canopies above. Was this a new target with which they would be able to feast their starving tastebuds upon once the battle had been markedly decided in their favor? “Oh, don’t you look like a lot of fun?” A question poised to the spiky purplish-pink rabbit himself as Chuckie eyed them up and down thoughtfully. “You look strong…hmm…I guess you’re not worried about being scrapped for garbage by your trainer after its discovered you’re actually quite useless?” He continued with a smirk.
OOC: Updating the levels gains and such. <3 Sending out Chuckie and using Shadow Sneak!
Words: 771 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Avalon
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Post by Avalon on Apr 11, 2023 12:10:43 GMT 11
Kingsley the Nidoran stretched lazily as he meandered out of his ball, wondering why his partner had called him into the fog this time. Usually they didn't do much battling, at least nothing too serious; the Pokemon Ranger name alone was enough to scare off most low-level poachers and the like, after all, and Team Rocket rarely ventured this way. Then the Nidoran found itself staring down a rather slender, older individual and their Pokemon through the fog. "Yeah, probably a good idea to let the baby rest a little bit," Nikki agreed, having no idea that she was still playing along with the evil Trainer's manipulations. In her point of view, Caribes was just another caring Trainer trying to look after some Pokemon given to him by a loved one. She hardly thought of the fact that these were not normal Pokemon, and that this man's demeanor seemed ever so slightly on edge due to the presence of law enforcement of any variety. "Huh, interesting Pokemon. Looks kinda like a Pikachu.""Nikki isn't like that, she'd never turn her back on us!" Kingsley the Nidoran squeaked, taking a defensive stance. However, the words from Chuckie had succeeded in getting under his ski, as the Mimikyu closed the distance between them as if moving through the shadows themselves. The disguised shadow proceeded to strike the Nidoran with several of its shadowy tendrils; where exactly they came from or what they were actually attached to remained unclear. When the onslaught of tendrils ended, Kingsley lashed out at the nearest one, jabbing his horn into it. As the attack connected to the tendril, the rag covering Chuckie's body fell a little limp, the poison seemingly cancelling something within the ghostly fairy's body. Still, Chuckie remained uninjured, free to continue its onslaught against the poisonous rabbit. Nikki could only look on in confusion at the scene in front of her. Wild Encounter Weather: Fog (-10% ACC) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Kingsley LV 9 HP 67% [20/30]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Chuckie LV 8 HP 100% [29/29]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Kingsley [Rivalry]: Healthy Chuckie [Disguise]: Disguise Broken SP22+ Chuckie used Shadow Sneak! SP16 Kingsley used Poison Sting! Chuckie's Disguise broke!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 12, 2023 10:53:38 GMT 11
The elderly gent raised one grey eyebrow as he watched the newly emerged poisonous spiky rabbit appear from his ball. The striking differences in personality was noticeable even within the briefest of instances. As the gentle breeze tossed a small blue petal around with its invisible fingertips through the dense fog, Caribes carefully considered the lackadaisical Pokemon that stood in opposition of their small doll-like ghost. They stuffed their pale hands into the rough pockets of their dark woven wool pants and smiled. Lazier Pokemon tended to be easier for Caribes to knock out with their own Pokemon, so long as everyone played true to their role and didn’t give the ex-Rocket Executive any trouble. “What inspired you to be a ranger?” Caribes asked, trying to keep this Ranger’s attention at bay.
A string of thefts in the area could easily cause idle hands to shed light upon some suspecting perpetrators. It wouldn’t phase the elderly future grunt all that much if other members were lost to the fray, seized by the hands of justice should they be too slow and dimwitted to avoid the grasp. Caribes only cared about protecting their own self-interest in the grand scheme of things. The lone blue petal flipped in the air just above Caribes’ head and floated down to land in their hair. They grumbled, then chuckled though a bit forced, as they pulled the speck of plant matter from their head and crumbled it in their hands. “You’re doing good, Chuckie. Use another Shadow Sneak, quickly!” Caribes clapped and cheered their small Pokemon on.
Chuckie blinked as he was taken aback by his owner’s attitude. Usually, the grumpy old man was pushing and shoving to squeeze every ounce of energy out of their mortal core. Now Caribes was congratulating them for the simplest motions and long before the battle concluded? The strange black essence blinked with its small black eyes underneath the Pikachu doll that sat atop its body as it turned to stare up at Caribes incredulously. “Thanks?” Then he spun back around and smiled deviously as long, black, shadowy tendrils slipped across the face of the earth once more. Was this a new side of their trainer that they were seeing? Was Caribes cracked in the head? Or was it simply that they had some sort of bipolar trainer, and so Chuckie shouldn’t truly expect any sense of normalcy in personality?
“Chuckie does look an awful lot like a Pikachu, huh?” Caribes asked Ranger Nikki genuinely. They studied their own Pokemon as if they were seeing them in the light for the first time, though the fog that billowed around the two combatants would obscure the small Mimikyu further. “I don’t know if you can…but pay attention to the Pikachu and tell me if you notice anything odd about it.” Caribes wanted to see just how much this young midnight blue haired ranger could decipher on her own. Chuckie fit Caribes well, as deception of the doll’s head mirrored the deception that the elderly gent often tried to carry out with others.
Chuckie’s arms would snake back around Kingsley as they encircled the other Pokemon. This delusional rabbit seemed convinced that his trainer was on the side of ultimate good. A useless trait that nearly no human ever had. They all carried inside of them ulterior motives and selfish needs that justified their actions at the end of the day. “I’m sure you’re right.” Chuckie giggled as his eyes seemed to glow ominously underneath his busted disguise. “Your trainer in one in a million. If you couldn’t protect her, couldn’t win a million battles in a row, she’d never forsake you.” The words were sarcastic and carried with them a sort of sting, as Chuckie hoped they would hurt Kingsley’s sense of pride. He’d then try to slam his shadowy hands into Kingsley’s side with all his might, hoping to hit the other Pokemon in his sides.
OOC: Chuckie uses Shadow Sneak!
Words: 664 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Missingno.
Grass Dinosaur
Tiki
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Post by Tiki on Apr 19, 2023 14:10:19 GMT 11
"Why not?" Nikki began replying to the man's question. "I want to protect Pokemon's habitat and homes. These Pokemon who live in this area aren't like, super strong themselves. A lawn mower could probably destroy them, and a excavator or bulldozer would probably be disastrous." She thought of advocating for Pokemon who could not speak for themselves against human expansion of territory. She squinted her eyes trying to see clearly, but not with this fog. "It's hard to see in this fog, but your Pikachu looked a little darker than usual." She paused and continued to look. "Is it a shiny? That can't be it. Can Pokemon tan their furs? Or maybe your Pikachu was covered in tumeric?" Kingsley didn't like the tone of the other Pokemon speaking, but he couldn't quite make out what was off about the way it said it. "Why do you sound like you don't believe me? Battling isn't the only thing we can do for humans. We give them emotional support and companionship too!" The hare protested, and then dashed forward to prepare for an attack. Before he could reach the Mimikyu, the ghost type's shadow extended magically on the ground, and then struck the Nidoran and tossed it to the side. The shadow quickly returned from the shadow as it appeared. Then, the purple got back on his feet and made for a dash toward the ghost. He rammed onto the Mimikyu with his front horn, poking the Pokemon very close to where the eyes looked through the costume. Wild Encounter Weather: Fog (-10% ACC) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Kingsley LV 9 HP 30% [9/30]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Chuckie LV 8 HP 83% [24/29]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Kingsley [Rivalry]: Healthy Chuckie [Disguise]: Disguise Broken SP22+ Chuckie used Shadow Sneak! SP16 Kingsley used Peck! Critical Hit!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 23, 2023 7:18:48 GMT 11
Caribes’ smile never faltered as Nikki replied predictably to their question. They hadn’t expected the young girl to see the world through any other light. The blue haired trainer with her bright orange cap and bright orange outfit stood as a stereotype in Caribes’ vision. They were all blindsided by the pure need and ‘plight’ of the poor, defenseless wildlife around them that they would sometimes neglect the human suffering placed before their noses to help ensure the safety and wellbeing of a Pokemon. When placing both equally in peril, Caribes could never trust a ranger to turn a blind eye on the environments they took care of to save the life of a human, after all. If anything, they might let both perish when faced with such choices simply by being unable or unwilling to make a distinctive choice.
Not them. Never Caribes. They would always prioritize the safety and wellbeing of the people at large. “But they evolve into some dangerous creatures. Fearow are pretty dangerous, I heard?” Caribes frowned and pressed their wrinkled hand against their chin with a thoughtful hum. They would wait a minute and stare at Nikki thoughtfully, hoping that she would weigh in with her own thoughts on the birds whose massive size nearly rivaled that of short women. “Linoone are also really fast…and their claws. Couldn’t they do damage if you weren’t careful around them? Arbok have been known to be so strong they can flatten oil drums. Imagine what a wild one would do to someone if they wanted…”
These thoughts were mere dribble. Something to keep them occupied in the heat of the battle. Caribes had no real intentions of changing Nikki’s mind. Once you committed to the lifestyle of a ranger, there really wasn’t a reverse switch to help free her from the brainwashing that had such a massive hold over her. She was a lost cause – one that Caribes was sure to encounter along their journey – and nothing that they needed to concern themselves with early on. At worst, they would keep an eye out for her in case she ever tried to evolve her poisonous little rabbits. Maybe then, they would have enough strength to snatch the pair away from her before she could be so foolish. Save her even if she’d never admit she needed saving.
“Chuckie, I think that move is working best for you. Another Shadow Sneak, please.” A firm nod in their Pokemon’s direction. Chuckie nodded their head and spun back around to the spiky pink rabbit as large shadows shot out from underneath the doll that disguised him. “Emotional Support? Companionship?” The ideas that this small creature shouted sounded preposterous. It was as though Kingsley thought they were on the set of some happy go lucky show like Bluey or Powerpuff Girls! The doll began dancing back and forth as Chuckie tried to stifle his laughter unsuccessfully and began cackling loudly at such ridiculous notions. “This isn’t some fairytale! You do the human’s bidding. You don’t overstep your role. And if you’re really lucky, nothing bad happens to you.” Chuckie snapped firmly, after he finished laughing.
“Oh, nice guesses!” Caribes’ smile once again returned to their face. They raised their hands up and clapped as they gave a lighthearted chuckle. “It’s actually a Pokemon called a Mimikyu. They’re often overshadowed because of how much Pikachu are adored by trainers, so they hide under these disguises instead. It usually works, too, since some trainers will try to catch them thinking they’re Pikachu. They’re from Alola, I believe…” Caribes explained. They waited patiently to see if Nikki understood everything perfectly or to see if she might have any following questions for them regarding the strange ghostly Pokemon that remained obscured by his favorite doll.
OOC: Chuckie uses Shadow Sneak!
Words: 637 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Avalon
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Post by Avalon on Apr 26, 2023 12:01:42 GMT 11
"Sure, some of the big Pokemon can be kinda scary, but they usually only get like that if they're feeling scared or hurt. Besides, there aren't too many of the big ones out in this neck of the woods, so you won't have anything like that to worry about!" Nikki said, trying to reassure the older gentleman. Caribes seemed like a competent enough Trainer to her, but she supposed it made sense that someone in the twilight years of their life might carry some concerns about being cornered by a rampaging wild Pokemon. But to her, that only meant it would make more sense for Caribes to instead turn around and wait for the Rangers to finish what they were doing instead of pressing onward like this. But then again, that older generation did tend to be pretty stubborn when they put their mind to something. "What happened to make you so bitter?" Kingsley squeaked out at the Mimikyu, caught off guard by the shadowy creature's harsh words. To Kingsley, it looked as if the mimic had no love for its Trainer or any humans, only some semblance of fear and being controlled. What had this human done to beat down this strange little cloth creature like this? And why was his partner up there just making small talk with this creep and not seeing what was really going on here? Kingsley shook it off, preparing himself for another attack. If his partner didn't see this guy for what he really was, then he would just have to put a beatdown on him and his Pokemon to get the point across. While Kingsley steeled his nerves and prepared to launch himself forward, the conversation continued on above. "Oh, a Mimikyu? Yeah, I had heard they had a Pokemon who looked kinda like a Pikachu once before. Never seen one so up close before, though!" she said excitedly. Some of her classmates at the Ranger Academy had been stationed in the Alola Region; she suddenly felt a small pang of jealousy at the reminder caused by the sight of this mimic. But that sense of jealous would soon be erased and replaced with a sense of defeat as, once again, Chuckie's shadow stretched out and wrapped itself around the poison barbed rabbit. With one last twirl, the Nidoran was sent hurtling lightly into the air and collapsing onto the ground with a loud 'oof'. Kingsley could not muster up the energy to get back on his legs, fading into unconsciousness. Nikki sighed, recalling her partner. "Oh Kingsley, you did your best. Sucks, but a deal is a deal. You're free to go on, just don't let my bosses know I let you through if you bump into them, kay? I gotta go do a perimeter check, but good luck with your journey and the whole grandkid thing!"With that, Nikki rushed off in the direction of the nearby caves. Chuckie traumatized a rabbit and gained +3 levels! Chuckie is now Level 11Caribes defeated Ranger Nikki! Nikki paid out $350! (or Chuckie stole it, more likely)
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 30, 2023 14:12:08 GMT 11
In one ear and out the other. Caribes felt as though they were speaking to a brick wall layered with its own logic and understanding of the world around it. They might try to scream at the wall or reason with it. They could even break down into tears and lament to the wall about all of their sorrows and tearful woes. But at the end of the day, Caribes knew that this impenetrable wall wouldn’t budge from the high pedestal that it sat itself upon, standing only as an obstacle in their way to create a definitive blockade along their path. “So they never attack because they’re territorial or aggressive?” Caribes’ smile faltered, twisting itself into a tight frown that dug into the corners of their lips so tightly it looked as though their skin might crack under the effort. “Because…I’m sure you’re wrong.”
Chuckie’s long tendrils danced through the trees. As a sharp gust of wind tore through the canopies and tugged at the long branches that stretched out in odd directions from their statuesque trunks, his shadows would seemingly dance in delight. Poised and ready, he only blinked softly as he listened to Kingsley’s question. “Reality.” The words were short and harsh, cutting like a knife through a thin sheet of paper. They jabbed at the small poisonous rabbit’s heart, hoping to create deep gashes that Kingsley might carry with him forever. “I’ve eaten things I might have once called a comrade. I travel with partners who aren’t promised tomorrow.” Reality dripped through his usually mischievous demeanor as he knocked his opponent out swiftly. “You don’t understand yet. One day you will.”
Caribes applauded their small Pokemon by clapping their hands together excitedly. Their façade was faltering slowly as the moment waned on. Their skin itched with a sudden need to rush through the forested domain and disappear from sight, so that they could cause their own blend of chaos and mayhem in the next city along their path. Why did the other people not see the dangers that Caribes saw lurking all around them? Had the young child that lost their parents so many years ago known or had the capabilities of recording their life so that they could spread their message with absolute proof, they wouldn’t have to listen to such ignorant lies spewing like poison from this dark haired rescuer’s mouth. “You did amazing, Chuckie! I’m really proud of how strong you’re becoming.” More lies to fatten their herd.
Caribes walked over to Nikki and accepted the money she handed them with ease, pocketing it alongside the rest of their measly change. They needed to hurry along their trails towards Falkner, a bird enthusiasts who spent his life desperately filling the shoes of the man that left his gymnasium into the questionably ‘capable’ hands of his child. Was he pursuing other passions or just retired after a long and successful career? These were questions Caribes cared less if they were ever answered or not. “She's gone.” Caribes released a soft, happy sigh from the tip of their silver tongue and genuinely smiled as they realized they could finally drop their façade. “I think we’re in good shape for the battle ahead...” Caribes hummed thoughtfully, rubbing their chin softly before heading into Violet City.
OOC: Calling this done! Yes!
Words: 555 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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