What Comes First? [Mr. Pokemon]

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: N/A | Time: Day The frigid cold made it difficult for the young teenager to navigate his way through the dense forests that surrounded Cherrygrove. The hills seemed to sweep up high and roll down dangerously steep slopes. He would often have to toss his bag over the steep ledges so that he could carefully climb his way down from them on his way back to Violet City. It was impossible to know where he was going through the howling winds that looked nothing short of a thick white blanket. It covered everything, making even the tree lines difficult to see through the ice and snow. And Zaiden had no idea which way he was going in the thick storm that seemed to hint at its presence through the fog. Zaiden walked carefully around the wide base of a large weeping willow, only to have an angry hornet with large stingers jump out after him. He immediately dug around in his bag for one of his Poke Balls only to find the eyes of several more stinging hornets staring at him. While they seemed to sharpen their stingers against each other and buzzed in the air loudly, the young teenager just spun around on the top of his heels and ran as fast as he could through the dense forest. At ten or twenty wild Beedrill chased after him, some slamming their stingers into the rough barks of the nearby trees as they tried their best to attack him. When Zaiden ran into a large tree that had fallen in the last storm, he immediately crawled underneath it – with a lot of pushing and squeezing to fit and tucked himself up in between two large bushes that seemed to pin the downed tree at an odd angle. The mousy-brown haired trainer listened with wide, fearful eyes as the Beedrill swarmed the large tree and bushes, buzzing loudly as they attacked the plants angrily in their haste to find him. A few of their stingers slashed through the thin, nimble branches of the bushes and nearly scratched him in the face. Several long minutes that felt like years passed by in the blink of an eye as Zaiden lay there in the freezing cold, sweating to death from the fear of being assaulted by these overgrown yellow jackets. Then, they would all eventually fly away in search of new targets. He waited a long time after the coast was clear with widened eyes and carefully pressed his head out from his hiding place to glance around. Were they waiting on him? As soon as he hopped out of his hiding spot, would they descend upon him like flies to a buffet?! An elderly man chuckled and reached down to offer Zaiden a helping hand, to which the trembling lad slowly took as he crawled out from underneath the tree. “Looks like you spooked those wild Beedrill pretty bad…where are ya headed?” The strange man wearing a really nice suit asked the young teenager. Rich, milk chocolate eyes blinked slowly in recognition as Zaiden searched past this stranger and out into the distance. “They’re gone! How about this…why don’t you come back to my cabin with me? Escape this storm for a spell…ok?” Zaiden nodded slowly and followed the stranger back to a nicely built wooden cabin that seemed to be tucked away deep inside of the forest. Once inside, the gentleman walked over to a pot on a stove and turned it on. “I’m making myself some nice, hot tea. Would you like a cup?” Zaiden nodded and relaxed a bit when he realized the hornets would get him inside of this strange man’s house. “Uh…yeah…” He admitted with a nervous laugh. “What’s your name? I’m Mr. Pokemon…” The strange man introduced himself. “Oh…I’m Zaiden…” Then something else caught Zaiden’s eye. A small egg tucked carefully inside of a warm incubator. “What Pokemon is it going to be?” He asked Mr. Pokemon curiously… OOC: Starting Mr. Pokemon quest! Switching Team to: Urua, Yofukashi, Hiyokyu, Yasei, Shurumu, & Itachi. Taking EXP Share off Itachi and giving it to Shurumu. Also taking Lucky Egg off Kamome and giving it to Urua. Self-Updating! Words: 661 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Lóngguī | Doriru | Yarite | Kamome | Senshi | Itachi | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[Avalon]

It was rare that Mr. Pokemon had visitors, though he always welcomed them. More often than not, they were Trainers. Either ones who had gotten lost on the next leg of their journey, or the ones who had heard of him and had come to ask him some questions or show off their Pokemon to him. He was no Pokemon Professor, but he liked to think of himself as someone well-versed on the world of Pokemon. His daily walks through the area around his cabin were something that made him feel so much closer to the wild creatures that called this area home; unfortunately, some of the Wild Pokemon around here did not share that sentiment with the humans that roamed through this area. Luckily, he and Zaiden had found each other before the Beedrill that Zaiden had stirred up could do any damage to either of them.

As they retreated into his cabin, Mr. Pokemon directed Zaiden to take a seat on a comfortable, if well-worn, sofa. The Pokemon Egg, complete with incubator, made an interesting centerpiece on his coffee table. And it seemed to have caught this young Trainer's attention as well. As they retreated into the safety of the cabin, Mr. Pokemon smiled at the question as he finished pouring out the tea, one cup for each of them. "Funny you should ask that. The thing is, I don't really know what it's going to be just yet."

He brought the cups from the kitchen, setting one in front of Zaiden and smiling warmly at the boy. Mr. Pokemon took a sip from his own cup before continuing,"The Egg came to me from some friends who run a Daycare. They weren't sure where it came from or which Pokemon spawned it, so they sent it to me to see what I could find out. Unfortunately, I came up a bit short. I wanted to go take it to Professor Elm, but getting around in this weather...Well, I'm a bit ashamed to admit that it's not quite as easy as it used to be these days."

When he was younger, Mr. Pokemon would have gladly gone through the trek to New Bark Town himself, egg in hand. But he had to face reality, he could hardly travel such a distance without needing a cane or an escort of some sort. It just wasn't do-able. But seeing Zaiden in front him, he had something of an idea. "Since you're so curious about it, I wonder if I can trouble you for a favor. I need to get this Egg to Professor Elm. I don't want to trouble you too much, but I wonder if you might be able to take this Egg to him, so we can figure out what it will be? It'll give those Beedrill a chance to calm down, and I will be sure to make it up to you when you return. Still, if I'm asking too much, I understand."

Mr. Pokemon did not feel good about asking such a favor from this young man, but it seemed the best option for him at the moment. He sat, sipping his tea and awaiting young Zaiden's response to his request of help.

Mr. Pokemon needs your help!

Will Zaiden take the egg to Professor Elm's for him?

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day The egg was a shell of mystery. It’s contents remained safely hidden and tucked away inside, where whatever Pokemon it may harbor seemed to float inside of it’s own amniotic fluids. What was growing inside of the egg? Would it take the form of a Pokemon with legs who crawled across the ground, hissing, and growling as a warning to others when it felt threatened? Would it have gills and swim through the vast seas with powerful dorsal fins that commanded the oceans itself? Or would it soar with beautiful wings that stretched up to the heavens themselves, seemingly never coming down to grace the world below with its presence? “What a mystery…” The young teenager mumbled underneath his breath, his eyes never moving from the egg. Mr. Pokemon continued in his explanation. Zaiden listened, occasionally nodding along as the elderly gentleman explained how he had acquired the egg. Zaiden was well aware of the Daycare Center and how it worked. He had his own shop set up with the elderly Daycare workers, where some of his team stayed behind and monitored the eggs he’d left inside of nice, warm incubators. Zaiden imagined it looked something like an ancient, makeshift laboratory. Large wooden walls created the simple, shake-like structure while long mahogany tables held small incubators and warmed different Pokemon eggs until their eventual day to hatch would yet arrive. “Kind of hard to know if you don’t know the parents.” Zaiden admitted. All of the eggs he’d stumbled across had different markings. While most of them bore a striking resemblance to the original Pokemon that had them when you knew the mother of the egg, it was nearly impossible to tell that from the egg itself. “I can take it to Professor Elm’s.” Zaiden offered as Mr. Pokemon admitted how the treacherous weather made it difficult for him to maneuver around in. The young lad’s rich brown eyes studied the well suited man for a split second and questioned what might become of such a sweet, old man if he’d allowed Mr. Pokemon to do this alone and turned away from him. Could Zaiden be so heartless after all the kindness and generosity that Mr. Pokemon had shared with him? Never! “It’s rough out there…yeah. But I’ll be alright. Plus, I’ve got Hiyokyu if it gets too bad. A good fire type helps you go a long way in winter.” Zaiden laughed with a small nod of his head. As if to demonstrate what he meant, Zaiden called his fluffy red bird out of its Poke Ball and watched the little troublemaker zip around the room. When Hiyokyu’s eyes landed on a small coin on the wooden floorboards he immediately dived for it with a loud chirp, though Zaiden would suck him back up inside of his Poke Ball with barely a blink of his eyes. Once it was settled, Zaiden would carefully take the egg from Mr. Pokemon and wrap it up inside of his jacket much like he’d done with Uroko’s eggs all those months ago during the winter seasons along Route 29. The young seal pup had grown up so much since then. A small smile creeped over the lad’s soft beige lips as he thought about the journey he’d gone on with Uroko and his original team. “I’ll be back shortly with Professor Elm’s answer.” Zaiden promised, pushing himself back out into the land of ice and snow as once as he walked through the wintry landscape. He pulled his wool hat further down on his head and bristled the collar of his jacket around his face as he walked, keeping a careful eye on the egg he kept tucked inside of his jacket. Just what would it become, Zaiden had to wonder? OOC: Zaiden agrees to help! Words: 633 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[Avalon]

Mr. Pokemon was glad to see someone that seemed to share his personal and professional level of curiosity regarding Pokemon. His research and long-time friendship with Professors Elm and Oak had come about because of his picking it up as a hobby when he was not much older than Zaiden seemed to be. This boy would have the makings of a fine researcher one day, if being a Trainer ever stopped catching his interest; that was the opinion of Mr. Pokemon, however. He smiled warmly at the boy as they shared a moment of peace over tea and talk of Pokemon eggs. It was rare to have a chance to relax mid-journey like this, after all, so he wanted the younger man to take a moment and enjoy it as best he could.

"Yes, not knowing the parents of the Egg has put us in quite the pickle," Mr. Pokemon agreed, taking a sip from his own drink. He didn't blame his friends for not figuring out the Egg's parentage, though; their daycare was rather busy during this time of year, so it was a bit hard to keep track of what egg came from which batch of Pokemon at times. Pokemon were living creatures, just like people, so it made sense that they might get a bit difficult to keep track of when a multitude of them were gathered under one roof.

"You would be doing me a great favor in carrying this out for me, my boy. If you need to borrow an extra coat or something, I don't mind, I should have a few spares that are about your size," the older man offered, rising from his seat to gather the aforementioned garments just in case Zaiden took him up on the offer. If he declined, Mr. Pokemon would not push, and would instead spend some time getting the Incubator ready for travel. The Egg needed to be kept safe while in transit, after all.

"Now be careful out there, Zaiden. All sorts of unscrupulous persons have been reported in the area lately; I don't want you getting yourself into any unnecessary trouble just for my sake," he cautioned gently as he was bidding Zaiden goodbye, Mystery Egg in hand. Still, he gave the boy a fond wave as he set out, returning into the cold, clear sky with the Egg and a goal in mind.

Zaiden would not get far, however, before things clearly began to go awry. Even on a cold day such as this, it would be normal to see a few Pokemon milling about, or even to hear them. But even the distant buzz of ornery Beedrill were long since silent; the Pokemon were hiding from something, or someone. But before Zaiden could take the time to perhaps ponder just what that meant, he would hear the sound of breaking twigs from some of the nearby brush.

Out emerged a somewhat scruffy and unkempt man, dressed in dark attire marked by a red 'R' across the chest. The man looked out of sorts, as if he had just run a marathon with no prior training. He wiped some of the sweat off his brow, glaring at Zaiden. "I've been staking this place out, waiting for that old fool to let his guard down for days! And then right when I think it's time to break in, some genius went and kicked a Beedrill's nest! I got chased to Violet and back before I gave 'em the slip, so I'm gonna make this short and sweet, brat!"

The Rocket Grunt released a Poke Ball from his waist, releasing an equally unkempt and scruffy-looking Rattata. The rat looked around, clicking its teeth together before its vision fell upon Zaiden and the Egg. "Gimme the Egg and go on back home. I'll even let you keep your Pokemon, since I'm feeling like such a nice guy. Just set the Egg down, and scram!" the Rattata picked up on its Trainer's harsh words and intentions, preparing itself to pounce as it eyed the young man that had become her target.

A Team Rocket Grunt wants the Egg! He's sent out his Rattata, Bonnie (Level 6) to get it!
What will Zaiden do?

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day Rich brown eyes soaked in the frozen landscape as the young lad traveled. Sunlight spilled through the scraggly branches that jutted out from the thick bases of the surrounding trees. Most were barren and kept company only by the soft ice crystals that piled on top of them, changing their once dull brown into a bright white complexion. Zaiden had expected the wildlife that was normally justling from thicket to thicket to have come crashing to an abrupt end. Wouldn’t most of the wild Pokémon that lived and played in the open route have simply scurried off to warmer pastures and wait out the worst of the frosty cold’s touch? Yet, even in this barren landscape, life teemed at every turn. Soft brown beavers pressed close together as they waddled on their stumpy legs towards unforeseen destinations. A babbling creek rumbled across rocky outcroppings and poured slowly along its path through the snow covered grasses, promising of a watery home just hidden out of view. Fluffy blue sheep bleated sorrowfully and nudged the smallest of their fold to keep up as they trudged through the landscape. Though their bright blue heads were a head giveaway, their bright white woolly coats blended in with the snow that littered the ground and helped camouflage them from any would be predators. Zaiden couldn’t help but notice the sudden lack of buzzing that had once filled the air. Loud chirps lingered through the canopies and hinted towards hidden avifauna. Try as Zaiden might with his sharp eyes, he could not spot them among the long branches that twist and turn in odd directions and tried to choke out the sun’s warm light. Had they returned back to the comforts of their nest and decided to leave the lad alone in his lonesome trek back towards New Bark Town, where Professor Elm was expected to be safely tucked away inside his nice, warm Laboratory? Though Zaiden had occasionally felt a chill while lingering inside of their doors – the kind of cold atmosphere you’d often expect at a hospital or similar building – it was nothing compared to the biting chill in the air right now. The loud crunching snap of a nearby twig caught the teenager’s attention. Zaiden paused, rich chocolate eyes searching through the bramble and brush for whatever might be lurking through the dense foliage. Who would be wandering around? Mr. Pokemon’s words banged on the back of Zaiden’s mind as his brain spun the tape once more to replay the newly created memories inside of his head. “I promise to be extra careful, sir.” Zaiden had given his word as he gently took the egg from the well suited man’s hands and turned to march his way through the snow covered forest. When the strange red head dressed in black donning a black cap on top of his head came crashing out from underneath the snagging brambles and brush spouting something about Beedrill and their nests being crashed into. “That’s not…” Zaiden’s soft words mumbled underneath his breath and he jumped backwards on the tips of his feet as he paused for a brief second. Who was this stranger that had lunged out after him and carried on about a break in. Was this strange man trying to threaten Zaiden? Had he staked out Mr. Pokemon’s home? The teenager immediately felt the side of his pants where his phone rested inside his denim jean’s pockets and gulped. Surely he needed to phone Officer Jenny, who he couldn’t be too sure she wouldn’t still be busy with the unscrupulous trainers he’d met in his run ins with the pack of Houndour not too long ago and see if she could come collect another troublemaker along the way. But first, Zaiden needed undeniable proof. Or at least, he needed to ensure that the egg was save. “I didn’t kick the Beedrill’s nest. I just got too close to it.” The grunt’s next choice of words caused Zaiden to narrow his eyes suspiciously as a long scowl covered his lips. It was no longer a possibility – this strange character was threatening him and he wanted to steal the egg right out of Zaiden’s hands! “Hiyokyu, keep the egg warm.” Zaiden called out a small feathery chicken and placed an egg that probably rivaled the fire-starter in height next to him, then fished out another Poke Ball and called a very round own out from her Poke Ball. “Yofukashi come out and use Peck. We need to stop this would be criminal and get Officer Jenny involved.” He stated firmly as the distaste for the Rocket grunt spread across the tip of Zaiden’s tongue. OOC: Sending out Yofukashi who uses Peck! Words: 782 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[antonius]

"Alright, Bonnie, since this kid wants to finish this in a hurry, let us use quick attack. That should shut up the kid and hand over the egg. You, kid, are no threat to me. As for the beedrill, anyone would run away from those Pokemon unless you enjoy being stung. Now my rattata will knock some sense into your brown round ball of a bird."

Bonnie nods as she builds up the speed needs for the quick attack being careful in this weather. After a few moments, she launches herself like a bullet at the brown ball knocking squarely on the chest. The hoothoot rolls back into the falling snow and ice. Bonnie stands up on her back feet puffing up her chest expecting the hoothoot to give up. To her surprise the hit made the hoothoot mad as it flew up in the wind using it to fly faster than normal. Yofukashi's beak heads towards the puff up chest knocking the rattata back onto her back. Once Bonnie regains her senses, she looks down at her chest and rubs where the sharp beak landed. The spot is sore which makes her mad as she gets back on her four feet ready for the next round. The hit shocks the grunt who snorts.

"Well, maybe your Pokemon has some fight in her but what about you, kid? Can you stand this weather and fight me for the egg or you going to give up? I do see your little pet heater trying to keep the egg warm. I can assure you I can keep it warmer than that small fluff ball. I've had campfire of coals probably warmer than that orange feather."

What the grunt won't say is the weather is getting to him and is really hoping for a quick end so he could warm up. Why did he have to be sent out without a coat? Is this how they treat all of their new recruits?

Wild Encounter

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Weather: Snow Storm (hail)

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Bonnie LV 6
HP 62% [13/21]

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Yofukashi LV 10
HP 62% [14/22]

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Bonnie [Guts]: Hail
Yofukashi [Insomina]: Hail

SP15 Bonnie used quick attack!
SP11 Yofukashi used Peck! It is a critical!



(OOC: Hey Caramel, feel free to change the background in this post to have the snow storm\hail. Due to the hail, -1 HP for all but ice types per round.)

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day Zaiden’s anger boiled just beneath the surface, like a pot of water nearing the edge of its container. Gritted teeth scraped against each other, causing a slight twinge of pain to shoot up through his nerves. You normally didn’t need to ask Zaiden to quiet himself, and with this grunt’s words threatening him Zaiden found his own voice hard to summon in the howling winds. Anxieties swelled in his chest and spun around his anger, mixing and breeding with it as it did so to create wholly new feelings that the teenage lad wasn’t quite sure how to describe. He’d promised Mr. Pokemon that he would make sure the egg made it to Professor Elm’s safely, so that was what Zaiden was going to do. Thick chunks of ice spiraled just past his head and slammed into the two combatants as they duked it out in the midst of the storm. Large, billow grey cumulonimbus clouds chucked them at the waking world and created a soft beat as the frozen rain bounced off the long, spiraling branches of the treetops. It was Mother Nature’s own musical melody. Some of the smaller pieces pelted Zaiden against his back and arms, causing the boy to shake his head and pull on the sleeves and hood of his jacket to try to shield himself from the worst of Mother Nature’s assaults. However, it was the larger chunks that made him wince. “Yofukashi, Peck again.” The instructions were simple and sweet. The feathery round ball of an owl flapped her short brown wings and launched herself up high into the air. “You know, this reminds me of a time when I faced a mighty and fearsome Pidgeotto!” She laughed, landing on the nearby branch of a small oak tree. Although the tree was arguably well past the sapling stage, it wasn’t hard to tell that it was still very young. It’s trunk was about as thick as a hose and its branches couldn’t have been thicker than one’s fingers. Yet, the clock-like owl managed to find a branch strong enough to support her weight. “We spent many rounds duking it out in the midst of the most terrifying thunderstorm! I think the humans called it ‘tornado’, whatever that is! There was chunks of these strange ice being pelted at me then, too!” Then, as though Yofukashi was a bullet being fired from its chamber, she launched herself off the tree and through the air. She expected the small purple rat to turn into a torpedo once more, hoping to find its aim through the howling winds and blinding snow that spiraled all around them. Yofukashi wanted to return the favour. She hoped she would be able to pin the little rodent down against the snow covered grounds with her sharp talons. Then she would do her best to try and peck at the furry purple mouse, aiming for the softest parts she could find if she were successful in her endeavors. “I gained many battle scars that night, but I won. Tell me…do you really expect to beat such a strong bird, yourself?” She questioned Bonnie curiously. “Weather doesn’t bother me. Not like criminals do.” Zaiden’s words were curt. They cut through the blinding snow and ice like a knife, meant to pierce the strange man in his chest. Whether the strange man was affected by them or not wouldn’t really matter too much to the young teenager, though. His only objective was keeping the egg safe. While his fire-starter flapped her wings and pressed herself against the egg in her vain attempts to keep it warm, the young man’s rich brown eyes would linger from the fight to the egg occasionally as worry dotted their frame. OOC: Yofukashi using Peck again! Words: 628 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[antonius]

"You must have some thick skin or come from a cold climate. Even if you can handle the cold and hail, our Pokemon can't do it well. By the looks of it, mine is doing slightly better than yours. It looks like that egg will be mine after all as one by one your Pokemon fall to me. Your fire chick isn't doing the best at keeping that egg warm either. I would suggest for it to sit on the egg but probably be blown off by the wind. Just accept it, this is a losing scenario for you and an ultimate win for me and Team Rocket!!"

The grunt looks at the two Pokemon in order to make sure his boast is correct. It is hard for him to really gauge the strength of Pokemon but he thinks his boast is correct. The idea of the torchic sitting on the egg only to be blown off brings a smile to his face.

"Alright, Bonnie, let us continue making this a quick fight. Use another quick attack and knock that hoothoot into a rock or something hard."

Even with shivering, Bonnie, is able to build up speed once again for a second quick attack. Thankfully for Bonnie, this helps her warm up. As she lands another hit on the brown ball of feathers, her opponent gets back up and lands a beak onto a hind leg as Bonnie tries to get away. As both continue to fight, they are being hit with a mix of snow and hail.

>>I DO think I will win this fight if the weather doesn't eliminate both of us. I'm faster and would be more agile if this ground was normal. I am curious how you are able to stand on one foot and fly in this weather though. It is hard to believe any bird can fly in such strong winds even with past experience.<<

Wild Encounter

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Weather: Snow Storm (hail)

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Bonnie LV 6
HP 38% [8/21]

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Yofukashi LV 5
HP 27% [6/22]

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Bonnie [Guts]: Hail
Yofukashi [Insomina]: Hail

SP15 Bonnie used quick attack!
SP11 Yofukashi used Peck!

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day Confusion briefly flickered across the young lad’s eyes as he listened to this strange Rocket Grunt speak to him. Was the end goal just to fill the void as they duked it out between each other? Did this strange man hope to scare Zaiden and get him to agree to abandon the egg entirely? Did he actually think that would work? Though the Rocket Grunt seemed to promise Zaiden that he would eventually defeat all of his Pokemon, the young man knew in his heart that he wouldn’t let such an atrocious thing happen underneath his careful surveillance. “It’s not like I can leave…” A soft murmur escaped his lips, barely above a whisper. “I wouldn’t let evil triumph over good. Ever.” Zaiden proclaimed a bit louder, finding the courage to face his own hidden fears. The howling winds made the fight quite a struggle for the two rivals as they were locked in combat against each other. Yafukashi gasped loudly as another block of ice slammed into her back and knocked her over into a deep pile of snow. She jumped up easily and shook herself off, removing most of the snow that tried to cake itself to her tawny brown feathers. “I am one of the toughest bird you will ever meet!” The Hoothoot declared boastfully as she hopped across the ground to catch the wind with her wings. As soon as she was able to catch a good gust of wind, Yofukashi soared up high and spun back around to face the land dwelling rodent. “The Pidgeotto thought it was fast too and kept diving at me from all angles! Even called a Pidgeot to help it attack me! But I persevered and won!” The tall tales grew, spiraling out of control as Yafukashi spun them. “Huh?" Zaiden glance towards his diminutive chick who tried her best to keep the small egg warm underneath her wings. But the egg nearly rivaled her in size and made it next to impossible for Hiyokyu to keep it adequately warmed in the harsh winter environment. “Hmm…that’s a good point…” Zaiden admitted, not one to hide his own faults even in the midst of a battle against someone so villainous. He scooped the egg back up and tucked it inside of his jacket, hoping that shielding it from the hail and howling winds while nestling it against his own body heat would help. “Hiyokyu, your turn. Use Ember.” Zaiden called out, causing the small orange chicken to smirk mischievously. “Alright birdbrain, it’s my time to shine!” She spouted small embers from the tip of her beak as she raced out across the wintry wonderland after her opponent at the tip of her small chicken feet. “I heard your owner was going to abandon you. Said it right before he called you out to battle and said this was your last chance to prove yourself.” Hiyokyu laughed at the purple rat as she fired several small balls of embers from her beak. She aimed them for Bonnie’s face and sides, hoping she could scorch her opponent with her powerful move. “Are you satisfied knowing that you’re only as valuable to your trainer as you’re able to win. You’re never allowed to lose, you know.” She continued, hoping that her small seeds of doubt would take root in the other Pokemon’s mind. OOC: Switching to Hiyokyu and using Ember! Words: 569 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[antonius]

The grunt is counting himself lucky with this fight. For once this one seems to be going his way. The egg will be his and this trainer will go home in defeat! Biggest problem with this grunt is he isn't the best at counting because the young male switches the injured and tired sentret for the torchic who is trying the hardest to keep the egg warm.

"Well, you think the small matchstick going to win you this fight? My rattata would have finished the sentret but you decide to sacrifice your matchstick instead. Beating a starter Pokemon, regardless how weak and pathetic, would be a boon for my young career. To prove my point, Bonnie use quick attack!"

The purple rattata is a little surprised at the new opponent but didn't really care. A battle is a battle for Bonnie and no words would dissuade her from continuing one.

>>Do you fight with words only or you got anything in that feather body of yours?<<

Upon hearing the command for another quick attack, Bonnie gets her paws underneath of her going strong. The rattata is able to get a decent run along the snow and hits the new opponent with as much strength as possible.

"I see the matchstick has a bit more to it so Bonnie let us continue our assault. Let us use a tackle this time just to see if normal speed is better than the feather blob out there."

Bonnie nods and takes her time this shot with a tackle. The rattata runs into the torchic pushing the bird back into the snow and ice. To her surprise, this fluff ball does have a bit of fire in the belly when some of the fire comes out at Bonnie. The ember hits hard enough for the tired Bonnie to be knocked out. The grunt yelps in a little surprise but then grins widely.

"You think that is my only Pokemon? I've got another one who can make a mess of the tinder box you got there."

Wild Encounter

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Weather: Snow Storm (hail)

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Bonnie LV 6
HP 33% [7/21]

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Hiyokyu LV 5
HP 24% [5/21]

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Bonnie [Guts]: KOed!
Hiyokyu [Blaze]: Hail

SP* Hiyokya subbed in!
SP15 Bonnie used quick attack!

SP15 Bonnie used tackle!
SP11 Hiyokya used Ember!


Notes: Yofukashi ({6/22} 27%)participated

The grunt sends out the second of his Pokemon, a zubat!!

Level 4

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day Soft chocolate hues studied the battle with cautious apprehension. Zaiden couldn't be sure that his Pokemon had the stamina and strength to handle the battle as easily as he called them out. The relentless storm pounded against them like hands against war drums. The sound was defeaning to the young trainer, making the beige boy second guess himself. His heart was pure and his intentions were justified. There was simply no way that he would release this young, unhatched Pokemon to this devil dressed in black. But could he thwart this grunt's best attacks and withstand the icy chill of the snowstorm in time to get the egg to Professor Elm's? "Yofukashi is a Hoothoot?" He heard himself question his own Pokemon's species. It wasn't like Zaiden didn't know what his Pokemon was. He was confused that this grunt seemed lost on such a common Pokemon. Zaiden knew that not many people crossed paths with the strange looking owl. Still... they weren't rare occurrences within the heart of Johto. So what about Yofukashi made the grunt so confused? Was this guy simply that lost on the different Pokemon in the area? It could explain why he only had a simple Rattata on his team. "Hiyokyu is a Torchic." Zaiden added, in case this strange man had never seen a "matchstick" Pokemon before and didn't know, either. Hiyokyu puffed up her feathers and flapped the stubs that were her wings while glaring down at the purple rodent. While it's words informed Hiyokyu that this opponent was only locked mentally on their battle, the bright orange chick didn't like it's response. "You'll pay for that! I'll show you what kind of fight I have in me!" She clucked angrily and scratched at the snow covered ground with her scaly feet. As soon as the hot embers hit Bonnie, Hiyokyu watched her enemy pass out on the ground before her. "Told you! Now maybe you'll learn some respect, after you're abandoned!" She huffed defiantly. Zaiden relaxed the tension that had risen in his body. It was an arduous fight, but at least it was going in his favor. He hoped that the terrible weather would ease up. When thick blocks of ice pelted the young boy from the front, Zaiden used his thick arms to shield the egg from the assault. No matter what, he couldn't allow it's shell to get damaged by the ice before it had the chance to hatch. He recalled Hiyokyu and pulled out another Pokeball once he was able to free a hand for the task. "Go Uru, use Stomp." He instructed. A small black sheep with thick white wool appeared in a flash of light. She blinked a few times, trying to understand where she was. The weather was harsh, and as the hard ice crystals pelted her wool she bleated with concern. "It's much too dangerous to be battling in these conditions! We all need to seek shelter soon!" She cried, worked eyes searching all around her for a safe haven to rest her weary soul under. Hiyokyu shook her head and sighed. "We can't." She explained. She shook her head in the direction of the Rocket Grunt and his flighty blue bat. "They're trying to steal an egg from our trainer." Urua's eyes turned to Zaiden and she gasped as she realized how the young lad tried his best to shield the egg from the elements. What horrible creatures would do such a thing! She rushed towards the flighty bat, hoping to catch it at a moment when it was close enough to the ground. Urua would then leap up and try to stomp on its head. Notes: 614 words, will dress this up later off to work! Also confirmed with Anton that Bonnie was fainted. Hiyokyu should gain +3 levels to level 8. Yafukashi should gain +1 level to level 6 and Shurumi should gain +1 level to level 2. Will double check movesets and update levels when I get home. OOC: Sending out Urua and using Stomp! NOTES Confirmed with Anton that Bonnie fainted last round and confirming that Hiyokyu should gain +3 levels (to Level 8) & +1 Happiness (to 1 Happiness). Hiyokyu learned Quick Attack! Yofukashi should gain +1 level for participation +1 happiness (to Level 6 & 1 Happiness). Yofukashi learned Echoed Voice! Shurumu gained +1 level due to EXP Share (to level 2). Words: 614 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[Avalon]

"Don't matter what fancy Pokemon you send out, that Egg is still gonna be mine!" the Grunt barked. Hoothoots, Torchis, Wooloos, it didn't matter. He knew he had to win this and turn that Egg in to the bosses, or his career would be in massive jeopardy. What kind of guy couldn't steal an egg from a child, anyway? His bat flapped in the snow-filled wind beside him, eyeing down the sheep that had emerged (or rather, he would be, if he had eyes). "Clyde, give 'em a Supersonic, I wanna see that furball's eyes spin!"

The Zubat began flapping toward the Wooloo, braving through the snow and cold to get as up close to the charging fluffball as possible. As the bat prepared to unleash its attack, however, Urua was able to leap over him, stamping down with her little sheep feet on the back of the bat's head just as it released the sound waves that it had been storing within its maw. The ground and sleet absorbed the Supersonic as the Zubat shakily floated back into the air, trying to put some distance between himself and Urua.

"Lucky shot, the next one won't be so-" the Grunt began, though his tough talk was cut off by a sudden blast of icy cold wind. The cold was biting, piercing through whatever protection and warmth his Rocket uniform might have provided. Clyde and Urua both flinched at the cold, the snow biting through both their little bodies. The weather was proving to be just as much an opponent to Zaiden as the Rocket Grunt, it seemed.

"I am suddenly having some second thoughts about this one, boss." the Zubat squeaked at his Trainer, though if the Rocket understood the bat's words then he didn't let it show. All that mattered to him was winning, and getting out of this blasted cold before the Egg turned into an Eggsicle. "You gotta do better than that, Clyde! What kind of shoddy aiming was that?"

Clyde the Zubat sighed, looking to Urua the Wooloo for some kind of sympathy before their battle continued.

VS Team Rocket Grunt

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Weather: Snow Storm (hail)

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Clyde LV 4
HP 50% [9/18]

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Hiyokyu LV 4
HP 89% [16/18]

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Clyde [Inner Focus]: Hail (-2 HP)
Urua [Fluffy]: Hail (-2 HP)

SP10 Urua used Stomp!
SP10 Clyde used Supersonic! It missed!
Urua and Clyde were buffeted by the Hail!


Notes: Yofukashi ({6/22} 27%)

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day This strange grunt definitely confused Zaiden. He had never met anyone who didn’t know what a Hoothoot was, let along someone that might refer to one as being a ‘fancy’ Pokemon. Young children knew what they were, with some absolutely falling in love with the round owls and others scoffing at their simplicity. Didn’t most simple market stores sell stuffed versions of the Pokemon for youngsters to beg their mothers and fathers to bye for them, with some turning on the waterworks to make their point clear? “Uh.” The simple word was more of an escape of air from Zaiden’s throat than an actual exclamation for anything. He really didn’t know how to respond to such a dense Rocket Grunt. “…Are you sure…you’re in the right occupation?” He insult was slow and gradually crawled its was off Zaiden’s tongue. It didn’t feel right – like someone trying to fill the shoes of their father in a hurry to age out of their teenage years and become an adult. It didn’t have the right kind of force or sting behind it. The dishwasher blonde teenager would have loved suggesting that this Grunt give up his dastardly ways and turn himself in to the International Police Force so that he could try to salvage his own reputation. But he’d also meant that this guy simply wasn’t suited for his role in a well known criminal organization if he’d confused a Hoothoot as a ‘fancy’ or anything close to ‘valuable’ Pokemon. “…like a store clerk…maybe?” Zaiden stumbled about, continuing by offering actual suggestions. The biting cold dug through Zaiden’s jacket and gnawed at his arms and legs. Thankfully, his feet were covered with long, thick socks and heavy snow boots. Soft, warm black mitten covered his fingers to help seal in most of his body heat, though it didn’t save Zaiden from shaking like a leaf in the coldest parts of Johto’s blistering winters. “Ūrua, use Stomp again.” Zaiden instructed pretty plainly and simply with a nod of his head. He needed to hurry this along so that he could finish his long, arduous trek to Professor Elm’s laboratory. Both because Zaiden was positive that the Professor was awaiting his arrival with the egg intact, and because he needed to desperately get himself and this egg out of the worst of Johto’s elements. Ūrua tilted her head and stared at the strange blue bat with a quizzical look. Was it already giving up on the fight so early into their battle? The ice that pelted them from the skies above hurt and caused the small sheep to bleat out in pain each time she was struck. “You should reconsider the error of your ways!” Ūrua tried to console the flying blue bat, hoping that she could help convince him of changing who he fundamentally was as a Pokemon. “It’s not too late to turn a new leaf and lead a life of righteousness! Fight for good, not all this evil you’re trying to cause now!” Ūrua insisted with a loud bleat. Hiyokyu sat next to Zaiden’s feet and shook her head, ruffling up her feathers with a loud sigh. “It’s not going to work! They’re all corrupted, Ūrua. They can’t be saved!” Hiyokyu insisted. That didn’t make any sense to the white wooled sheep, though! How could anyone – Pokemon or human – give up on another soul? Weren’t they just lost and confused?! Every bad guy fell down the rabbit hole of crime for different reasons, but most were only doing things that they thought was the best way to protect themselves and provide for their own livelihoods. “I have no choice with this one…” Ūrua called out to Clyde, rushing at him to try to leap up and slam down on him with her hooves once more. “So long as you’re still living, it’s never too late to turn to a life of good!” She insisted, ignoring Hiyokyu’s remarks. OOC: Urua uses Stomp! Words: 664 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!

[Marchbaby]

Though Clyde was hoping for some kind of mercy this round the poor Zubat was in for a rude awakening as it became clear that Urua was going to attack again. Zubat prayed that by some miracle it could either dodge or endure both the attack and the incoming hail for at least one more turn fearing what it's master would do if it failed yet again. The Rocket Grunt was too annoyed by Zaiden questioning his career choice to notice until after the young Wooloo had already started to make her move. Once he finally realized what was happening he yelled at Clyde to do something in desperation. " Quick Clyde, use Supersonic again and do not miss this time." Before the Zubat could concentrate on his attack however Urua scored a direct hit with her Stomp.

As Clyde was sent straight into the ground from the attack the unlucky Zubat tried to muster his strength as he sent a series of supersonic waves of sound towards the young Wooloo. The hail hurt too much to concentrate however and instead of the attack hitting the mark they bounced off of a nearby rock heading straight for the Rocket Grunt. As the foolish grunt held his ears in pain the pelting hail finally brought an end to the battle as Clyde suffered too much damage and collapsed onto the ground knocked out cold. The grunt in a confused state did not even remotely understand what was going on but even with a scrambled mind he knew it was not good at all.

The Grunt started to run as crooked as a drunken sailor from side to side nearly falling multiple times in the process and as he did a small amount of cash fell from his pockets. He was in too bad a mental state to realize what had happened as he disappeared into the storm. With the path ahead clear Zaiden could make his way back to Professor Elm so that he could find the identity of the mysterious egg.

VS Team Rocket Grunt

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Weather: Snow Storm (hail)

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Clyde LV 4
HP 0% [0/18]

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Urua LV 4
HP 89% [14/18]

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Clyde [Inner Focus]: Hail (-2 HP)
Urua [Fluffy]: Hail (-2 HP)

SP10 Urua used Stomp!
SP10 Clyde used Supersonic! It missed!
Urua and Clyde were buffeted by the Hail!


Notes: Yofukashi ({6/22} 27%)

The Rocket Grunt runs off dropping £570 in the process.


Urua gained 3 levels and is now level 7.



Shurūmu gained 1 level and is now level 3.





Egg RNG: okuV_Lrq1-62
Egg Move: 1-6



Zaiden received a Roselia Egg with Sleep Powder as an egg move.

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[b]Roselia Egg #1[/b]
Inherited Moves: Sleep Powder[sup]EM[/sup]
Inherited Ball: N/A
Status: 0/2,000 words





OOC: Wanted to go ahead and RNG the egg ahead of time but feel free to RP meeting the Professor if you would like. Not a bad egg to get if I do say so myself. Money and levels were updated.1-62·1-6

[Caramell 🍬]

MOD NOTE: Shurumu IN ACTIVE PARTY in thread!

ZAIDEN KABILA Aspiring Champion Bike Mode: Off | Time: Day The young lad’s heart sank to the bottom of his chest. He watched this criminal scoop his Pokemon back up inside of its Pokeball and immediately turn on the tip of his feet to flee down the long, forested route. The beige teenager’s hands fumbled around inside of his jean pockets and quickly fished his phone out. As soon as he unlocked his phone, Zaiden dialed the emergency number for the International Police Force. “Uh…hello…yes, I’d like to report a crime…the criminal’s actively fleeing the scene…” Zaiden stumbled over his own words to the intake specialist on the receiving end. He would do his best to answer all of her follow-up questions, including giving her a detailed description of where he was. The wait for police enforcement to arrive felt like it took ages. Zaiden located a nearby fallen log and carefully climbed on the top of it, cradling the delicate egg in between his hands and doing his best to shield it from the elements. He knew that time was a factor, but Zaiden also couldn’t just let any criminal get away. Had he’d had more time, the mousy-brown haired lad might have tried to convince this would-be criminal why he needed to turn a new leaf. Even though most of his efforts weren’t really efforts to begin with, Zaiden’s only thought was focused on getting the precious egg to Professor Elm’s. The hard ice pounded against his thick winter jacket, causing Zaiden to wince a few times from the sheer force of its impact. When Officer Jenny drove up on her motorcycle, carefully traversing the worst of the snowy covered ground, Zaiden would carefully push himself off the tree and walk over to greet her. “Please identify yourself at once!” Officer Jenny raised her hand up to grab her whistle and blew into it. The loud sound echoed inside of Zaiden’s ears, causing him to use his only free hand to shield one ear from the terrible noise. “I’m…Zaiden Kabila…miss Jenny.” He spoke with a slight tremble to his words. They faltered as he shook both from his own anxiety and from the blistering cold that nipped at his heels. “I reported an escaping criminal from Team Rocket…” Zaiden continued, gulping back most of his words. Officer Jenny pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and studied the young teen through skeptical eyes. Zaiden watched the reflection of his rich brown eyes shine inside of Jenny’s dark amber hues, until she broke their shared gaze. “If that’s true then you won’t mind showing your ID.” Zaiden immediately fished the small red Pokedex out of his bag and flipped it open. He pressed several buttons on the home screen for her, until the Pokedex flashed the information that Officer Jenny was looking for. Smiling, she nodded her head firmly and handed the young man back his device, which he put up. “Thank you! That clears the case of who you are. Now…about this criminal…” Zaiden nodded firmly and gestured towards deep tracks that the Rocket Grunt had previously made in the deep snow. “Yeah…uh…he wanted to steal this egg…that Mr. Pokemon asked me to take to Professor Elm…and fled off that way after I defeated him in battle.” Officer Jenny would take down Zaiden’s statements, going over with the lad the intricacies of the battle, before calling Mr. Pokemon to confirm Zaiden’s alibi. Only once his name was cleared would she allow him to continue on his path. Upon reaching Professor Elm’s laboratory, Zaiden would let out a deep sigh of relief and rush to the front door. He immediately pulled on the handle and pushed his way inside before collapsing on the hard floors underfoot. The balding Professor immediately hopped up from his seat behind a thick mahogany desk and rushed over to Zaiden’s side. “Oh my! Are you alright?! I heard the news that some criminal mischief maker tried to steal Mr. Pokemon’s egg from you…how is it?” Professor Elm began to bombard Zaiden with several questions, which made the lad shy away. He quietly gestured towards the egg that he’d ended up bounding tightly inside of his jacket altogether, choosing to brave the elements through the last trek of the journey. “You must be freezing! Here…here…come over here! Miss Beiance, right? Please fetch this young man some hot cocoa and a thick blanket. I’ll take the egg from here, young Zaiden.” Zaiden waited around inside of Professor Elm’s lab as Beiance quickly collected a cup of hot cocoa and slipped a thick wool blanket around Zaiden’s shoulders. After what felt like ages, Elm would eventually return to Zaiden sporting the bright green egg with a large smile plastered over his lips. “This is definitely a Roselia egg, no doubt about that! What a find too! I didn’t think we had any Roselia anywhere near Route 30? I’ll have to go out there and do some field research to see what we can find…” He would carefully hand the egg back to Zaiden, before walking the young lad over to his front door. Zaiden returned back to Mr. Pokemon’s place with ease, careful to take the safest parts of the pathway back, and explained Professor Elm’s findings. Though, after all of that Mr. Pokemon urged Zaiden to take the egg with him as he was sure it would grow stronger and be able to hatch quicker if it traveled with a trainer such as Zaiden. The anxious teenager agreed, though at first a bit reluctant to take the egg from Mr. Pokemon especially given all his efforts to complete this quest for the older gentleman. Eventually, though, Mr. Pokemon’s kind words and assurance led the mousy-brown haired teenager to agree with the older and wiser gentleman. As Zaiden turned to walk down Route 30 to some unforeseen destination in the distance, he had to wonder how a Roselia managed to get all the way out to Route 30 and leave an egg behind. Weren’t they commonly seen inside of the Safari? OOC: Wrapping this up and closing this! Since I have the egg rolled and completed all the objectives, I took the liberty to RP the fluff between Professor Elm & Mr. Pokemon. ^^ Words: 1,016 | Speech. Thoughts. | Pokedex Ūrua | Yofukashi | Shurūmu | Yasei | Itachi | Hiyokyu | Zaiden Sprite by Redwerecat!