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Post by Pixel on Jul 29, 2023 6:34:11 GMT 11
This weather just wasn't clearing up, was it?
Silas spent the evening at a pokemon center, hoping to wait out this dust storm, but alas, it looked like his ventures into Cherrygrove and towards Violet. So with a long suffering sigh, he pulled on those running shoes he got from the weird old man and prepared to head out. He needed to do some shopping before he left Cherrygrove, but after that, he'd likely just high tail it to his destination...
Squinting through the sand, he tried his best to navigate town without getting too much dirt in his mouth and eyes.
People and trainers alike were probably doing their best to stay out of this mess.
Due to the poor visibility, it was hard to tell what he was walking into until he was only a few steps away. Was it a lamppost or a person? It was a coin flip!
None of his pokemon resisted sandstorms, so none of them could really help here either. No, he'd just have to endure and make it through this mess despite the weather. Wasn't like he planned to linger and make friends with anyone.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jul 30, 2023 12:34:09 GMT 11
The atrocious weather was just an excuse for the fleeing trainers to hurry off into comfortable homes or hotels and prolong their stay in this dreary town. Silver rolled his eyes, scoffing at their weak and feeble minds as they darted in different directions. Most of the Pokemon didn’t stay out, either, making training a pain for him. Luckily, it didn’t chase all of them away, as it managed to help the redhead find at least one new partner in all of this mess, though it was hiding high in a tree trying to sleep off the day and await the night (no doubt). “This is a waste.” He grumbled underneath his breath, recalling his Pokemon with the click of a button. They weren’t getting anywhere in the storm and Cherrygrove was a dead town full of old men who thought they were helpful repeating the same stupid things you already knew. Some of the other couples that would have normally out and about, Silver was also glad that he didn’t have to deal with. He pulled his jacket closer to his body and hunched his head as he tried to blink through the raging sands that grated against his clothes and tried to find soft flesh to cut their way into. He would stop only when he nearly came crashing into a familiar face that made him stop in his tracks. “You just love following children around, don’t you?!” Silver snapped as he struggled to see through the howling sands and noticed Silas. “Well, I at least came prepared to teach you a lesson, old man.” Silver snapped firmly, pulling out the Poke Ball for his newest partner and releasing a ditzy bat that fluttered about in the grimacing weather. “Remember when I said it wasn’t over? Prepare to learn a valuable lesson about why adults usually grow up and get real jobs by the time they hit your age….what are you, like 40?!” He scoffed with a hearty chuckle. A Wild Silver is insulting you!   Surely Silas won't let him get away with this! Who will face his Level 8 Zubat?
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Post by Pixel on Jul 30, 2023 13:30:32 GMT 11
Silas was rubbing some sand out of his face and trying to step around the 'lamppost' when said post talked. Oh? "You again," he jeered in return, flashing a falsely saccharine smile. "I mistook you for a lamppost. You're about as bright as one in the day time after all." One shouldn't bully children when you're twice their age, but this brat was determined to be a loud mouthed nuisance. If he kept his mouth shut and walked by, Silas wouldn't have even noticed him, much less challenged him to a battle.
"And who is to say I don't have a real job~? It is summer. A perfect season to take a few days of vacation from the big city. You really are just full of assumptions. But you know what they say about those who make assumptions." He stepped back and put a hand in his coat pocket.
Another battle.
Another supposed lesson.
His eyes gleamed a bit at the sight of a zubat. Such a pitiful little pokemon. But it had the potential to become something great. He did so admire the agile strength of crowbat.
"I suppose this is an improvement over the walking vegetable," he drawled. Silas pulled out a ball and tossed it out. "Knock that bat out of the air with water gun!" Aqua appeared in a flash and blinked through the sand. Oh. A battle! He could totally prove himself this time. Right? Right. He wasn't...useless. He was strong too!
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Post by Tarlar on Aug 4, 2023 4:13:23 GMT 11
If look could kill. Silver glared coldly at Silas and did not answer his mocking about mistaking him as a lamppost, that would just be him jumping into Silas' trap with both legs and open himself up for more attacks. He was not that stupid. "You just can't accept you are growing old and blind, you probably can't remember all the other stuff you have walked into," he snorted and scoffed when Silas defended himself and argued that he did have a job. "And what's that? Following kids around to see how to battle? You really want me to believe you chooses this for a vacation?" The redhead asked disdainfully and made a sweeping motion with his arm to the dust covered town. Cherrygrove was usually known for its many flowers and calm atmosphere but today there was nothing to see and the flowers wouldn't be worth a sight for weeks to come. The shops living of tourists had been distressed and whined from the moment the first weather warning had come. "Zubat is nothing," Silver spat honestly, "but you are great punching for me to see if its worth my time or not," he smirked. He had just caught it after all, not many bats were out of the caves at these times of the day and he felt rather lucky finding one as he too knew how strong crobat could be. "Supersonic Zubat, stop that pest in its tracks," Silver snapped his orders and his bat fluttered a bit here and there, clearly unsure of what it was supposed to do. A moment later it got blasted with a water gun and it spluttered furiously as it quickly rightened itself and tried to find its opponent with its echolocation. A glint shined briefly in Silver's eyes at the sight of his bat's resolve, but he groaned and covered his eyes in shame of its humiliating reaction. He raised a pokeball and the bat disappeared in a red light, a moment later the 'walking vegetable' materialized on the battlefield, just in time for Aqua's second water gun. She grimaced, although just as much from the grans which pelted her side, and she looked sulkily at her opponents, that they had forced her to battle in a weather like this. "I'm sure you think you are such great trainer now you managed to figure out how to burn a Walking Vegetable. Can you handle being in the same situation yourself or are your skills only to the mere basics of type advantage?" The brat challenged maliciously, it was good having the option to switch his pokemon, soon he would have enough powerful ones so he wasn't going to be stuck like their last battle. Hadn't his Chikorita not been so weak and put up against a fire type, the battle would have gone completely different, Silver was sure of that. Silver Battle
Weather: Sandstorm [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Chikorita LV 12
HP 86% [31/36]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Pkmn Name LV 10
HP 80% [25/31]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Chikorita [Overgrow]: Normal (-2HP from Sandstorm) Aqua [Torrent]: Normal (-2HP from Sandstorm) SP16 Aqua used Water Gun!
SP16 Zubat used Super Sonic! It missed!
SP++ Chikorita Switched in!
SP16 Aqua used Water Gun!
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Post by Pixel on Aug 4, 2023 11:19:35 GMT 11
"The weather is unpredictable. Pity that it turned so poor on my vacation," Silas shrugged innocently. "And my my, so self-centric. The world doesn't revolve around you. Our paths crossing is incidental and quite frankly unfortunate." He took out a handkerchief to shelter his mouth and nose from the excessive dust. "
He then watched that zubat become befuddled and too disoriented to hit a supersonic after getting squirted with water. Silver then seemed to get frustrated and sent out a different pokemon to have the type advantage. Silas snorted. "Why on earth would I allow myself to be goaded into a disadvantageous situation? Ego? Tch. Aqua, return, you're not needed. One razor leaf and you'd be knocked out of this fight." And that would drag things out needlessly.
The squirtle was in dismay as he was returned to his ball without a chance to prove himself (again). Silas then tossed out Mercenary. The houndour growled as she was bombarded by the dust and once more saw that tasty chikorita.
"Round two, it seems~ Roast the vegetable. They're tastier cooked." Silas taunted as Merc let out a burst of molten embers from her maw, prepared once more to chase around the chikorita.
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Post by necroix on Aug 6, 2023 13:01:47 GMT 11
Frustrating, absolutely infuriating. How dare he? How could he sit there and insult him in such a manner, no matter that he had started the insults. The fact that this guy thought that he could get away with it was what set Silver on such edge. Such weather wasn't something that would stop him even if the others were too afraid to stay out in it wouldn't deter him, especially when it meant that he could teach a lesson to someone who had won in such a fashion. Silver did not forget, nor would he give up so easily. He was determined that this time would be different, this time he would show this old man what he was made of. The worst frustration was even after everything Zubat hadn't even managed to hit. Instead, it fluttered about confused by the sandstorm and the water gun that hit it. A rather loud "Tch." might have even escaped past his lips but most likely was hidden between the noise of the battle and the dust that pushed through the area wrapping them both up in a storm that wasn't going away. Finally, he would have the type advantage, and Silver was definitely going to use it to his advantage. Even a snarl of a taunt came from his mouth challenging the other to show him how he handled a type advantage. "Pathetic." he said with disdain as the old man all but immediately switched out the Squirtle, but Silver was no idiot he knew what was coming. "Chikorita, use poison powder on that dog!" he all but snarled out. The moment the dog was sent out to join the battle a spray of purple seemed to flood into the sand that was already whipping around them. It was lucky that it didn't kick back and hit Silver in the face. It would help since it was all he could do but clutch his fist at his side. This was a losing battle and even with all his talk he knew that but if he could give himself some kind of advantage to at least take the stupid mutt down it would be a sour taste in his mouth but more bearable. The poison seemed to hit true, but ember came and seemed to do a lot of damage to the Chikorita who seemed even more in pain as a burn seemed to appear on her skin. So they were both dealing with status effects. "Teach it a lesson and give it a good tackle." he said as Chikorita managed to will enough strength to rush forward and slam her body into the dog, though she was definitely feeling the effects of her burn, the flames, and the sandstorm that wasn't letting up. "You must think this is over, but we aren't so easily taken down." even if he lost Chikorita he still had Zubat and the mutt must not be feeling so well with that poison that had been thrown in his face. Silver Battle
Weather: Sandstorm [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Chikorita LV 12
HP 19% [7/36]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Mercenary LV 12
HP 44% [16/36]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Chikorita [Overgrow]: Burned (-4HP from Sandstorm, -2HP from Burn) Mercenary [Flash Fire]: Poisoned (-4HP from Sandstorm, -9HP from Poison ) SP++ Mercenary Switched in!
SP19 Chikorita used Poison Powder! Mercenary is Poisoned (-4.5 each turn)
SP24 Mercenary used Ember! (18) Chikorita is Burned (-2 each turn)
SP19 Chikorita used Tackle! (7)
TB8r4_Xz1-100 poison powder (1-75 hit)
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Post by Pixel on Aug 7, 2023 7:09:21 GMT 11
Hmph. Well wasn't this annoying?
Poisoned.
He could tell by the cloud of powder and Merc's following coughing and hacking like she had eaten something foul. Nothing to be done. Taking the time to restore her from poison would just delay matters and give the chikorita opportunity to poison her again.
"It's over. Oh, you delayed the inevitable a tad, but you will find that this battle was never one you could win, dear boy," Silas said in an overly cheerful voice, edged with spite. "Mercenary, finish this up, please~"
The houndour shook her head, trying to clear her mouth of sand and poison, but she would turn her focus to her prey once more, eyes gleaming with intent. Eat eat eat. Burn burn burn. DEVOUR. HUNT. KILL. Her baser instincts rumbled and roared, snarling like a pack of mightyena to bring down this weakened foe with flame and fang.
Hellfire built in her maw. It crackled and boiled and seethed with eternal suffering. Her flames already left the chikorita with a burn. Left her weak. It was time to BURN BURN BURN. To roast that chikorita.
She lunged forth a breathed those molten embers, intent on covering the weakened chikorita with flames. It was such a shame that she wouldn't be able to play with her fallen prey afterwards. Humans seemed to look down on her dealing that proper, final blow.
She recalled being hungry in the hills. Those dark hills. With dense trees so dark and black you couldn't even see the stars. She recalled the rare peeks of moonlight that illuminated spinarak webs like threads of silver, cutting through the shadows like shattered moonbeams on the surface of puddles. She recalled the ache of muscles as she ran and ran, her maw wet with saliva as a howl ripped from her throat, summoning her pack to her as they closed in on limping, wounded prey.
She recalled that night where she heard the pitiful cries for help that drew her away from her pack. The hunger and desire to fight. She remembered well the smell of soil and fear, the sweat on the human's skin as he called out desperate commands. She remembered the way a different type of living plant suffered burn after burn as she breathed this same fire, chest swelling with the pride of victory incoming.
The spider fled in time.
Then a ball flew into her face.
She never saw her pack again.
But she never was hungry either.
The human gave her a new pack. A new home. Food.
But this was a different human. One that barked orders like a pack leader and seemed to understand the primitive need to bite, bite, hunt, hunt, burn, burn. He wasn't the one to defeat her, to bring her low by tricking her from her pack. But it was his lead she now followed.
Mercenary flashed pearly fangs as wisps of smoke escaped her maw as she smothered the embers she'd breathed to roast her foe. Her stomach churned and the sand left her hide feeling raw. But still she stood, resolute. Determined. Unyielding. She could smell the pride and satisfaction from her new trainer. Her new pack.
Unlike the others, Mercenary did not disappoint. She was strong. She was a warrior. A survivor. Oh, many of her 'team' smelled still of the hills which they once called home. But a skittish spider? A lazy rat? A shiny obsessed bird? Amongst them only the snake seemed to have the hunter's drive. The true beating desire to survive and endure anything.
The squirtle? Bah. He was soft. Untested by the reality of the world and its trials. He had everything to prove and nothing to show for his efforts except a few meager victories that their trainer allowed him to have. He wasn't winning any fights, not really. Not against real foes. Nothing life or death.
He didn't understand.
He would never understand.
Merc clawed at the dusty street under her paws and braced against the discomfort that roiled through her. She growled. Ready to continue. Undefeated and undeterred. Victory would be hers and hers alone.
She'd not fail or falter in this. Never.
She. Would. Succeed.
"If all you have is this chikorita and that little bat that can't figure out how to confuse its foe, then I think we will be done here shortly," Silas said as a strong gust of wind at last revealed the results of the last round. Who stood victorious, and who was left in the dust. He saw Mercenary there, standing her ground, weakened and shivering, but still withstanding both sand and poison. She wasn't giving up. Not yet. She had a few good embers left in her before she succumbed to the effects of the illness and elements.
Such a good steal. She was wasted on that fool of a trainer who just left her in his boxes to be pilfered.
— OOC: 824 (+400 to egg), Houndour used ember |
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Post by necroix on Aug 7, 2023 7:21:17 GMT 11
Silver was angry, angrier than he had been in a long time. This guy got on his nerves thinking that he could just talk like this. He was going to show him, and even though the grin moved over his face at the houndour succumbing to the poison it was not before his own Pokemon succumbed to a burn. How could this go so wrong? This was supposed to be his victory, his moment of glory! This old man couldn't be the one to take it away from him. The only good thing about this was that he would probably be able to take down his dog, the mutt that had caused problems last time. The flames came faster than even Chikorita could handle. She wasn't fast enough to dodge and with the sand and the burn that engulfed her she fell over. A ball was quickly pulled to return her back, he would have to make sure to get stronger so they could survive against this mutt in the future. "You have no idea what we are capable of." Silver would get stronger, continue fighting to get more pokemon, and one day he would rub this guy in the dirt. Though as the sands flared up and covered vision it was true that he had won this one, but Silver wasn't done. Even as he switched back to the bat that he had out first. "He can hit confusion just fine!" as much as he had tried to bait the other into not switching into his fire mutt, Silver was frustrated and angry and was baited into it. "I'm going to love seeing the look on your face when we take down that laughable excuse for a dog." Still his fist had not stopped being clinched, he knew that this was going to be rough from here in. Silver Battle
Weather: Sandstorm [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Zubat LV 8
HP 58% [15/26]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Mercenary LV 15
HP 40% [17/43]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Zubat [Inner Focus]: Normal Mercenary [Flash Fire]: Poisoned (-2HP from Sandstorm, -4HP from Poison ) SP24 Mercenary used Ember
SP19 Chikorita fainted!
SP++ Zubat has been sent out!
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Post by Pixel on Aug 7, 2023 8:28:13 GMT 11
"Finish this once and for all, Mercenary."
Silas lifted his chin in smug self-assurance. He had this in the bag. He had won and he knew it. Sure, he could switch back to Aqua or use another pokemon. But why drag this out and waste both of their time? The weather was already looking like it was clearing up. It would be a fine day to revel in his victory over this brat that insisted on being an absolute annoyance.
Despite her suffering, Mercenary was faster than this bat. No risk of confusion. Not unless she somehow floundered on this absolute gimmie of a victory. Silas grinned. What a magnificent, powerful pokemon. She would show them.
She would show them all.
She would burn it all down.
"Perhaps this will be a lesson to not pick fights you can't possibly win," Silas said in an overly sweet voice. Was it wrong to bully children? Yes. Was that going to stop him. Absolutely not. This child needed some more bullying. Clearly he wasn't bullied enough as a child if he was picking fights with adults twice his age and acting like he was hot stuff.
And unfortunately for him, Silas was just petty enough to take him up on those challenges. Maybe this would snuff out that irritating habit of his before it became more of a problem, or maybe he was inspiring this redheaded pain in the neck to be even more insufferable. Silas didn't know nor care. He just knew that he would be the one walking away the victor.
Even if that victory walk was a short back peddle to the pokemon center. Regardless of how strong she was, Merc needed a good nap and an antidote to clear out that gunk. She'd be useless in a future fight if she was still hacking up her lunch because that plant left her too nauseated to do anything but lay there and dry heave.
"Better luck next time, kid~" he teased. Because Silas didn't ever plan to go easy on him if he saw him again. He'd keep gleefully stomping out that spark until he learned his lesson.
(Should he delight in this so much? No. But he did and his bruised ego needed a salve after everything that happened recently. He'd get back on top of the world. He WOULD be someone important again. Even if it meant clawing his way up by dragging everyone else down.)
— OOC: Houndour will not learn roar Ember again! Words: 409 (+400 to egg) |
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Post by necroix on Aug 7, 2023 10:09:53 GMT 11
No. No. No. No. No! This was not supposed to happen like this, he wasn't supposed to go out without even taking one of this guy's pokemon down. Silver wasn't supposed to be made fool, he was supposed to make him the fool. Even his small victory of being able to take down the mutt wasn't going to go through. The zubat didn't have a chance, not when the houndour was much stronger and faster than his lower-level pokemon. So all Silver could do was grip his hand higher at his side and grit his teeth. If he could only get a supersonic off! He shouts it over the wind and sand but he's forced to look away as it whips up once more. Was Zubat able to get it off? No. As the storm fades enough to see the bat is flat on the ground. "This won't happen again." he all but hisses through grit teeth at the older man. He would not be made the fool like this the next time they met. "Next time I'm going to make you and your mutt pay for this." he would be ready for it. Begrudgingly he hands over funds since he had won the battle stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading back towards the city. Mercenary gained a little experience +1 level! [Lv. 16] Mercenary would like to learn Bite! Would you like to replace a move? Silas gains £600 for defeating Silver! |
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Post by Pixel on Aug 7, 2023 10:39:45 GMT 11
"Toodaloo~" Silas jeered as he pocketed that lunch money. He watched as Silver sulked off before stretching and popping his neck. Hm. Perhaps he should head towards Violet soon? A larger city would have more means of improving his income and also would open up more opportunities. A little place like this? Hmph. Not so much. However, not all of his pokemon were ready for the big leagues. Notably his Squirtle and Rattata. And he didn't exactly have a solid solution for the flying gym should he challenge it for his 'cover' and some more money.
Merc could probably brute force it but...
There had to be further options.
Perhaps a little looksie in the grass as he traveled would help give him some inspiration. Well, after he healed his team. After a quick jaunt to the 'center, he stepped out to discover the poor weather had cleared and it was actually decent outside. Much better than the rain and sand and other such mess that had been occurring lately. He breathed in deep and made for the outskirts of town.
He looked at his pokeradar and knew that there were some at least...interesting pokemon out here. Some protected quagsire. Ralts. Even that sheep could be useful...Any bugs or birds or bidoofs would instantly be boxed to sell to some kid or to trade for better things. He didn't have the patience to deal with an ickle little caterpie. Bah.
He wasn't a ten year old child.
Silas desired bigger, grander things. Pokemon who weren't useless. Pokemon who could help him with his plans for the future.
With dreams of rarities like Gallade and Crobat on his mind, Silas stepped off the beaten path to dare meander through the waist high grass. He wasn't too far out of Cherrygrove if the weather turned south and he had to head back inside to avoid getting soaked or iced out.
He even wore those...running shoes the old gent was handing out. They were more comfortable than his dress shoes, even if they didn't exactly match his attire very well.
"Now let us see...is there a decent pokemon somewhere in this grass...something that I can actually use." Whether through catching it for himself or to put on the market, He had his eye on the prize and had money on the brain. Those big dreams wouldn't happen unless he made them come true with cold hard cash.
— OOC: Houndour will learn bite over smog (Self-Updated) Cherrygrove daytime grass encounter please Words: 404 (+400 to egg) |
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Post by necroix on Aug 7, 2023 10:42:31 GMT 11
With the wind and sand slowly starting to calm down after the worst of it, people and pokemon were finally starting to appear once more out of where they had been hiding. Since it was still quiet however it seemed that the pokemon that Silas had been particularly looking for didn't quite seem to come back out yet. What he did however manage to see was a rather interesting pokemon, a blue bipedal pokemon that seemed to have its hands full with various items. It hadn't actually noticed him before he had actually rustled some of the grass near it. Big eyes looked up at the man before tilting its head one way, and then tilting it the other way. It seemed to be quite curious with Silas, because it didn't see people often. Perhaps it was out because of the storm because it wasn't really a fan of people at all. With the sound of more pokemon showing up and other trainers however, it seemed to lose its nerve and started to disappear back into the brush but not before stopping looking back at Silas and dropping the items that it had in its arms. It seemed that it was leaving the items behind for the trainer before it disappeared back to wherever it had come from.  A Quagsire appeared!    You've gained three items from Quagsire! A smoke ball, a polished mudball, and a sitrus berry! 2_BDM4Hi1-42 sparkly? 1-42 |
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Post by Pixel on Aug 7, 2023 11:19:57 GMT 11
Silas was looking for a battle and...oh...a quagsire. They were rare and protected. Well. No one was here to—
The quagsire dropped some items in front of him and left.
—stop him from catching it.
Except the quagsire bailing.
How unfortunate.
Silas knelt and picked up the items. Odd. A smoke ball? It was shiny and smooth to the touch. A...polished mud ball? It was compact and oddly glossy. And oh...a berry. This looked reasonably valuable. Maybe not worth as much as a pokemon, but some aspiring trainer could fancy it.
He pocketed the items before straightening out his clothes. A frown pinched between his brows. No sign of that mudfish returning, was there? Ah well. That strange occurrence aside, he was still after a pokemon he could catch.
A mareep would help deal with those pesky birds. He could easily sell it off once it served its purpose. The chatot looked like a useless annoyance, just like the bidoof. Hm. Some of these pokemon on the radar were supposedly only found under special, undetermined circumstances. Whatever that was supposed to mean.
He shook his head and put away his pokegear to wander around the grass some more. Come here useful pokemon. Come out, come out wherever you are. You were being summoned. After a pause, he decided that maybe he needed to try something to flush out a pokemon. He pulled out a ball and sent out King.
The confused rat looked around. This...wasn't his home in the hills. His family. This...wasn't even the human that stuck him in a ball. He squeaked in alarmed confusion, feeling a little intimidated by the tall, scary gentleman.
"King, run around in the grass and flush something out for us that's useful."
The ratatta—King—swallowed, and shrank back. But after a moment, found his courage. He was from the hills where it was every pokemon for itself, except for the ratatta of his clan. He'd find them and return to them one day, even if it meant acting the fool for this human. (Honestly, he just wanted to see his mate and kids one day. Please, honey, stay safe and wait for him. He'd be home one day. Promise.)
Bracing himself, King raced through the grass as fast as he could, looking for a pokemon to 'knock out' of the grass and into a battle, as Silas desired.
Such an odd fate.
— OOC: Items into bag (Self-Updating) Cherrygrove daytime grass encounter please. Sent out King. Using Quick Attack on encounter if possible. Words: 401 (+400 to egg) |
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Post by necroix on Aug 7, 2023 11:34:06 GMT 11
The pokemon of the area seemed to slowly be making their way back out but Silas was correct that the mud pokemon didn't seem to reappear. Though the items it had left behind were better than nothing at the very least. As the man let out his rattata did seem to do something about it. It seemed that it took only a moment before it seemed that the rat pokemon had found something from the cry that came when it was startled out of where it was hiding. A smaller pokemon that had almost been hiding among the gross, the top of its head blending into the grass. It seemed like it had buried itself in the grass trying to avoid the storm from earlier. A small cry follows as the quick attack hit it straight on as the leaves on its head start moving and it begins to float back to the sky once more. In fear, or perhaps out of being started a wind is sent back at the small rat. Blinking slowly the Hoppip seems to have just woken up from a nap that it had been disturbed by.  Hoppip has been woken from it's nap!
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Hoppip LV 10
HP 77% [23/30]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
King LV 9
HP 78% [21/27]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Hoppip [Ability]: Normal King [Guts]: Normal SP20 King used Quick Attack!
SP18 Hoppip used Fairy Wind!
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Post by Pixel on Aug 7, 2023 12:52:59 GMT 11
King raced through the grass. He dodged through the thick blades searching for something, anything, to startle out of hiding. He poked his head in hiding holes and logs. He climbed over rocks and roots. He scampered and scurried as fast as his little rat legs would carry him.
There was the faint flutter of wings. He startled some bird in the distance. It wasn't close enough to reach. Something else shifted in the corner of his vision and he darted towards it. Darn. The caterpie was already scooting into the upper branches of a tree, utterly out of reach.
Faster and faster he ran until he was starting to feel tired. Then, he saw it. A blob of pink that looked out of place in the dense green grass. With a chitter of victory, he dove towards it and slammed into the hoppip's side, forcing the little cat-plant out into the open. He then chased after the very light pokemon as the wind started to carry it away.
Or maybe it made its own wind.
King flinched back as he was hit by a burst of strange wind that didn't feel natural. After a moment, he shook himself and the odd feeling, whiskers twitching. There. King then scampered back to Silas, panting, tired. He hadn't exerted himself like that in a long time. It was hard work being a rat dad, following around baby ratattas all day, but he usually didn't need to book it like that. Could he nap now? He was tired.
Silas ignored him.
Not the most interesting thing but, it would do. He pulled out a pokeball.
"You did decent enough, King. Let's get this...thing...in a ball and move on. There's far more interesting things around here that are stronger than this...dandelion." With a flick of his wrist, he sent the ball sailing towards the hoppip, his aim true.
King squeaked a little nervously. Eh...right...right...all good. All...good. He turned to see what would happen. Would the hoppip stay in the ball? It wasn't like this guy was very...nice... He seemed very cold. Like this was practical business.
King's insides twisted a bit.
Home. He wanted to go home. He couldn't do that if he gave up and turned tail. He had to endure. He had to see his kids again. His mate. He wouldn't do that if he made this human angry and discard him as...useless. — OOC: Pokeball up to x2 with running shoes Words: 401 (+400 to egg) |
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