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Post by Steph on Nov 29, 2023 18:51:16 GMT 11
“Professor Elm! Professor Elm—”
Daisy Gambino exploded through the door to Elm Laboratories like an out-of-breath hurricane. Brown eyes flickered around the unfamiliar room from right to left and back again, catching bits of brand-new scenery just about everywhere except right in front of her—expensive potted plant over here, shiny-looking computer equipment over there—she’d figure out what those tools behind the glass were for later, she thought as she tumbled over the doorstep and awkwardly sidestepped a bookshelf before righting herself. A cloud of fluffy chocolate-colored hair shook thunderously as she cupped her hands around her mouth, took a mighty breath in, and screamed again.
“PROFESSOR ELM—” she said, stopping short when she realized the man himself was standing less than two feet away. Pulling a twig out of her hair and tossing it aside, she made a valiant attempt to introduce herself, winded though she was.
“It’s me—Daisy—I called you on the thing earlier—oh, wait, call me Professor Daisy though, okay?! I wore my white labcoat to meet you and everything—”
She gestured down at the dusty white oversized hoodie that was cocooning her gangly arms and torso, unzipped so as to still allow flecks of mud to properly reach the overall shorts and t-shirt she was wearing underneath. It was a far cry from being a real labcoat—but then again, 11-year-old Daisy was a far cry from being a real Pokémon Professor.
”But that’s not important right now!” she backpedaled, her eyes widening further in shock. ”You gotta help me—I’m being chased by a vicious wild Pokémon that wants to eat me for breakfast! It had teeth like ‘bleeeh’ and eyes like ’raaaah’ and big giant claws like ‘blahhagarhggg!’” she said, raising up her hands and foaming at the mouth slightly in a crude imitation of whatever thing she had seen on the way here. ”I need a legendary weapon or a magic potion or some ice cream or something so I can beat it into submission!”
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Post by Tarlar on Nov 30, 2023 8:46:29 GMT 11
Professor Elm, all of his assistants, and a corsola all jumped startled when Daisy bursted through the door and began her ramble. They stared wideeyed at her in shock, trying to comprehend what she was saying, and several eyes darted to the door. Corsola was the first to react and she bounced past Daisy to look out of the door and see this "monster". As Daisy's story became more and more, wild they looked at confusion at each other, until one of the male assistants suddenly smirked and whispered something in the ear of Elm. "Ooh, yes. You called.. Professor.. Daisy," Elm said hesitantly, he was one of the youngest Professors but playing and make believe didn't seem to be his strong suit, or perhaps it was because her entrance had taken them by complete surprise. The assistant who had smirked before stepped forward, he looked to be in his thirties and could easily be a dad. "That sounds terrible Professor Daisy! How did you get away from it so you could come here?" He gasped as he played along and the others relaxed a bit when he was clearly going to handle it. "Don't worry! We'll get you something which can help you chase it off Professor Daisy, are you ready for this?! To save the day and the whole lab?!" He asked her urgently while grinning, as he gestured to the other who just looked on dumbfounded. He looked over his shoulder, "She's a trainer here for a pokemon!" he said urgently and the jumped and scrambled around to find her the starter and all that. The assistant glanced at Daisy, "she need to save the lab and chase of you monster you know!"One of the female assistants paused as she looked at a pokeball on the table, and then she snatched it and hurried over and handed it to the one speaking with Daisy with a mysterious expression, he looked at her with a frown, but then he realized what she was doing and he took it with excitement and held it out to Diasy. "This is a very special pokemon, and very strong! So strong it isn't going to obey anyone," he leaned closer and whispered in a stage whisper, "but I know its secret! You can make a deal with it, by trading for food! You give it food for it doing what you are saying!" When/if Daisy let out the pokemon, it would turn out to be something similar to a krokorok, just smaller, much more round, and a lot more red. He'd probably yawn or even sleeping soundly when called out for a greeting. "What would be a fitting name?" The assistant asked solemly. A little green head peeked in timidly from a door leading further into the lab, a blue followed but withdrew quickly never to be seen again. Corsola trotted over to Professor Elm and gave him a nudge, "oh right," he said to himself and looked between the bulbasaur in the doorway and the girl who was meant to be her trainer. Something moved at the door from the outside, which was still open after Daisy had went through. A little pink worm peeked in curiously, what was all that noise about? Where there any tasty food inside this strange human nest? "Oh no, look! The monster has found you!" The Assistant gasped in pretended horror, "look at those long sharp claws on its butt! And that terrifying tooth on its head!" The wurmple tilted its head cutely. A loud protest would be heard from the bulbasaur as the corsola had trotted over and was now pushing the reluctant pokemon into the room. "And your mighty guardian has arrived just in time too!" The assistant said and collected the items the other handed him, which he showed in the hands of Daisy, it was a mixture of pokeballs, a few potions and a pokedex. "Those will help you in the upcoming fight! Please chase it off or capture it safely in one of these magic balls, so it won't terrorize the world anymore! And the magical book holds all the information you could dream about!" he pointed at the pokedex. "Oh, if you want to help filling the pokedex, as a real professor, let me know! I'd love all the help I can get.." Elm said in the hope Daisy too would help collect data for him. He was drowned out by the assistant who gave Daisy a light nudge towards the door and the wurmple, "you have to get it out of the lab, or it will destroy it all!"![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/bw/wurmple.png) Wurmple [Lv 2] crawls through the door to see what's going on. Weather will be Chinook (slippery)Shiny: 5diPJEaI1-42(ooc: that post ran away with me XD) 1-42
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Post by Steph on Dec 1, 2023 7:10:53 GMT 11
Luckily for Daisy, it seemed Professor Elm had a team of highly capable assistants surrounding him—one of whom seemed to be specially trained for handling horrendous evil monsters. (Or at least he was a really good babysitter, depending on which angle you were looking at this rapidly unfolding scenario from.) He even asked her how she’d managed to escape the vicious wild Pokémon.
“I had to use allmy evasive maneuvers,” Daisy said, her laser-focus and her fists tightening. You know, like jumping over a gigantic ledge and walking through a bunch of puddles to throw it off my trail.”
She paused for the very briefest of moments to motion to her filthy, cold, wet socks.
“But it was still right behind me, so then I was like—Shazam! Super Speed Double Daisy Dash so I could get here on time and stuff!” She ran in place to demonstrate, her little elbows all bent together and flapping, looking in all her vigor like a clumsy Cramorant trying and failing to take off.
It seemed the lab assistants understood the gravity of her situation quite well though, actually. They even had a special and very powerful Pokémon for this sort of thing. This was going much better than Daisy had imagined, her encounter with a bloodthirsty wild Pokémon earlier notwithstanding. Happy to be taken seriously for a change, but still charged with adrenaline from her narrow escape, Daisy now gripped a Poké Ball in her hands with a fiery vengeance. Finally, here was the secret weapon she needed to face her pursuer head-on.
”Okay, Roger that! Thanks, Labcoat Guy,” she said, taking the Poké Ball as though it were the world’s most valuable treasure. ”I choose you, top secret all-powerful strong and special Pokémon!”
The top secret all-powerful strong and special Pokémon emerged from its ball lying on the floor face-up with drool and cracker crumbs on its face. It rolled over and sneezed out a puff of smoke, then went back to sleep.
Daisy was extremely impressed.
“Whoooooah! He can breathe fire!” she said. ”I dub thee…Lord Fireball! Do my bidding in exchange for this peanut butter sandwich!”
With a mighty flourish, she produced said sandwich from a squashed clear plastic ziplock bag in her backpack. It was cut into triangles—anybody who was anybody knew triangles tasted better than rectangles—and she dangled it above the creature’s head. Its little nostrils flared once, twice—it sat upright and scratched its tummy—
And then, the wrinkly insectoid beast was upon them, with its crinkly little body and its sticky little mouth and its teeny, tiny, spiky butt.
”Ahhh! It’s after our life force! And it’s turning the floor into lava!” Daisy exclaimed as the lab assistants recoiled in terror. She leapt up onto a table just in time to save her drenched periwinkle socks from danger. This worm thing was terrifying—perhaps even alien—but Daisy had her magic book and her magic capture balls and her mighty, mighty guardian Bulbasaur now, courtesy of the mystical Labcoat Guy and his friends. There was no way she could lose.
”Listen up, you big monster!” Daisy addressed the Wurmple. She pointed at it sharply. ”I’m Professor Daisy, and I’m in charge of this operation! I’m gonna be the biggest, strongest, best and most popular Trainer in the world, and I’m gonna help Professor Elm with all his research stuff, and I’m not gonna let you eat me or anybody, ‘cause I have the strongest Pokémon ever! Go, Lord Fireball! Rain your flames of justice down on our enemies!”
Fireball the Fuecoco looked up at her with confused, hungry eyes. He was drooling again.
Daisy decided to dial it back a little.
”Hit it with Ember,” she clarified, ”and then you can have the sandwich.”
That was motivational enough.
OOC: Fireball used Ember! (I’m so sorry cute little Wurmple, you deserve the world 🙏 )
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Post by Pixel on Dec 3, 2023 7:20:56 GMT 11
The assistants all seemed amused. Both at Daisy's antics and the Professor's awkwardness. Kids came in all the time to get their starters, some as young as ten years old. But that didn't mean the poor man was great with the imagination play that some of the little ones liked to indulge in at that age still. He was more bookish. More studious. Even as a child, he'd had more logical than fantastical daydreams. But that didn't mean he was going to squish her spirits. He glanced at the little green bulbasaur that watched the battle unfold—the pokemon Daisy had come to pick up before this battle started. No harm. Perhaps the nervous little plant-monster would see her trainer's enthusiasm and learn to be braver. A battle between a mighty fire croc and a curious wurmple began and ended in a single breath of flame. That one strike of ember sent the poor wurmple reeling and it promptly fainted right then and there. "You better pay up your dues," Prof. Elm said, trying his best to continue playing along, even as he dusted his hands off from handing her the starter kit and pokedex. "You did promise him a sandwich if he defeated that terrifying beast." He stepped back to kneel by the bulbasaur, smiling softly down at her, "Go on. She is quite excitable, but I think she will be a good match. I just know you can be her Guardian pokemon." He stood up and hoped that little pep talk was enough for the bulbasaur.
Fireball gained +2 LVs for that victory! Grew to LV 7 and learned Round Under new player protections, as you do not have your first badge yet, you may choose to throw a pokeball and catch the fainted wurmple. Would you like to do so?
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Post by Steph on Dec 3, 2023 10:33:26 GMT 11
Daisy blinked and rubbed her eyes as Fireball’s mighty Ember toppled the terrifying wild Wurmple in one hit. She gasped in amazement as its horrifying spiky backside curled up in defeat after just one hit, and then pinched her face to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Her first Pokémon Battle was over as quickly as it had started. ”What the—whoa. I mean…wait, was that real life?! You people weren’t kidding. This guy is really powerful,” she said, pointing to Fireball, who was very slowly chasing his tail and drooling all over the floor in anticipation of his sandwich, which Professor Elm kindly reminded Daisy about. ”Oh, yeah. You’re totally right, Professor! Gotta keep my promises. Okay—then in honor of our pact, I hereby give you this sandwich, Lord Fireball,” Daisy said. She dropped the fluffy, triangular mass of bread and peanut butter into the Fuecoco’s waiting maw, and he gobbled it up with aplomb before jumping back into his Poké Ball for a nap. Daisy turned her attention to her guardian Bulbasaur. ”Hey, thanks for casting your protection spell on us back there,” she said, squatting low to the ground to be on eye level with her appointed partner. ”I can tell we’re gonna be a good team! I’m Professor Daisy, so you can be…”She stopped for a moment to think of a name. Coming up with two in a row seemed kind of hard, but finally it came to her. “You can be Tulip! I’ll even let you be a Professor too, if you want. I don’t got another labcoat, but you could wear my costume glasses,” she offered. She held out a pair of spectacles with no lenses in them. Tulip sniffed them cautiously and put them on as a show of goodwill, if nothing else. Then, the Bulbasaur looked back at the Professor, seeking a little more reassurance. ”Yeah! You look good, Professor Tulip!” Daisy said, standing up and pumping her fist in the air. ”Now let’s figure out our next research assignment!”But wait—if the monstrous wild worm Pokémon were to reawaken, who knew what kinds of horrors it would unleash upon the people of Johto? Someone needed to contain its awesome power and teach it to be nice to people. And who better to do it than Professor Daisy? “Okay, for my next experiment, I’m gonna tame this monster worm and teach it to be a good guy! Go, my trusty magic capsule! Hi-yah!”She dropped a Poké Ball on the passed-out Wurmple’s head. OOC: Daisy uses a Poké Ball on Wurmple. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Pixel on Dec 5, 2023 3:46:21 GMT 11
The pokeball bounced off the wurmple and in a burst of light, the little bug vanished. There was a single weak wobble before the capsule went still. One of the assistants clapped cheerfully before nudging Elm with her elbow, and he clapped politely as well.
"You were very brave. That, ah, mighty beast was captured and I am sure you will tame it soon. Be sure to look up information in that special book I gave you to find out more about your new...companion." Elm said, trying to keep the 'game' going, even if it was a little awkward for him. "By the look of it, I'd say that beastie is one of the types that can evolve into two different beasts. So be sure to take good care of it and raise it well so that you can see which kind it will become. Okay? Now off you go. Enjoy your adventure. It's a beautiful day outside."
Elm shuffled Daisy out of the door and into the snowy wonderland outside.
"If you head straight that way, you will find the next settlement in your quest. A town called Cherrygrove." He patted her shoulder before heading inside with a shiver. Fat flakes drifted down from above. It really was quite lovely out here.
ooc// Welcome to ZZ! You have completed your first encounter. You can either continue to adventure on this first route or put a [F] in your title and move onto Cherrygrove. Be sure to check each area for its requirements to proceed forward! If you continue posting here, we will assume you want new encounters and keep generating them. Hope you have fun here.
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Post by Steph on Dec 5, 2023 9:23:29 GMT 11
Heeding the Professor’s words as she waded out into the snowy day like a lost baby Piplup, Daisy left the lab with her nose planted firmly in her Pokédex and her three companions warm in their Poké Balls. “Wurmple…the Worm Pokémon…peels bark off trees…suction cups on its feet…it can cling to glass without slipping?! Dang, that’s legit…I gotta take good care of it, just like the Professor said,” she nodded to herself. Daisy pocketed her Pokédex and looked up at the bright winter sky, contemplating what wild and fearsome new form her ally would take. She tried to draw a portrait of it in her mind as she scanned the puffy clouds for shapes of things to come. Maybe he’d turn into something like a dragon worm? Or a manticore worm…? Or maybe just a much bigger, much spikier worm. If she could ride around on his back, that would be— ”Achoo!”A snowflake drifted into Daisy’s left nostril, resulting in a spectacular sneeze. The sound snapped her out of her reverie and back into the snowy afternoon. She clapped her hands to her nose, which was red as a frozen maraschino cherry and twice as cold. ”Man. It’s chilly enough to freeze a Beartic’s butt cheeks out here,” she muttered. She dove headfirst into her backpack for a scarf, earmuffs, some mittens, and a pair of galoshes. Then she zipped up her white hoodie and tightened it by the strings—it functioned as both a labcoat and a regular coat on snowy days. And since it was a snowy day, maybe, Daisy thought, maybe she could do some Pokémon training in style. Half an hour later, a magnificent palace of snow stood on Route 29 where there once was none. Daisy sat atop her very own snow fort with a stick in her mittened hand, poised to rule the wintery world below her. Behind her, a pile of snowballs sat at the ready. “I am Queen Daisy of the Ice Fortress!” she cried, thrusting her branch into the sky to pierce the heavens. ”Any Pokémon Trainer who wants to cross yonder tundra must do battle with me!” OOC Stuff! Thanks for the lovely welcome! I will keep her out here a bit longer to train up her team. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) Wurmple’s bio: WurmpleName: Wrigley Gender: M Level: 2 OT: Daisy Gambino Moves: Tackle, String Shot Ability: Shield Dust Nature/Personality: Docile. Wrigley is a mellow little guy who likes to go with the flow, but he has a healthy curiosity, especially when it comes to berries, herbs, and other types of medicinal plants. Wrigley may not exactly be the behemoth Daisy thinks he is, but he’s happy to play along with her, and enjoys learning about the world around him and his fellow Pokémon. ADDENDUM 12/6/23: Me and my big brain have locked Bulbasaur and Fuecoco into the Nemona event battle so now it’s up to Wurmple to protect the snow fort. May Arceus have mercy on his soul.
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Post by Pixel on Dec 8, 2023 5:14:41 GMT 11
At her declaration of war, a cold wind blew through, answering her with near silence. Well, surely a trainer would show up and would HAVE to battle her eventually. Especially now that she had this awesome Daisy fort to defend. Hunkering down for the moment, Daisy would be able to observe her surroundings, and catch sight of anyone or anything that dared tried to compromise her fortress. And that threat soon appeared. A little purple rat scurried up and started to dig at the snowy side of the fort, using its paws and teeth to burrow. For what reason, it was hard to discern, but it was a rat on a mission. A snowball might deter it, but a pokeball might catch her another soldier to defend the fort! Of course, she would need to make sure her trustee wurmple was out to defend her. But whatever Daisy chose to do to handle this menace, the little rat wasn't going to stop digging without Daisy doing something about it. A [LV 2] Rattata is trying to invade the fort! Shiny? QeJ9GYQg1-42Rare? 1-6 Uncommon 1-31-42·1-6·1-3
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Post by Steph on Dec 8, 2023 7:37:08 GMT 11
Daisy gasped—half in delight, and half in indignation, at this recent development. A wild Pokémon, come to challenge her might?! How dare it try to invade her towering fortress?! (But also, she was kind of glad it was here, because sitting in the snow by oneself could be kind of boring after a while.) She slapped her mittens down at her sides and did her best impression of a siren.
”Wee-oo, wee-oo! Intruder alert! Intruder alert! A saber-toothed beast is attacking the South wall! Soldiers, get to your battle stations!” she said.
This was Queen Daisy’s moment to shine as a Trainer, but more importantly, it was Wrigley the Wurmple’s time to begin his Good Guy Redemption arc. She reached clumsily into her bag and pulled out his Poké Ball to free him from his confines. She paused for just a millisecond, bracing herself with an audible intake of frigid air through her nose, before unleashing the beast.
”Go, Wrigley! It’s time to harness the power of friendship and use your powers for good!”
With a slight pop and a sparkle of energy, Wrigley materialized out of the either. He looked up at Daisy, who nodded.
”Go on! The Queen of the Ice Fortress demands your services! Tackle the invader and protect our last bastion of freedom!” she said.
’Oh, all right then,’ Wrigley thought. If he had shoulders, he would have shrugged them.
”Dreadfully sorry about this, old bean, but it seems I’ve been conscripted to guard duty today. Funny how things go, isn’t it? One minute you’re foraging for berries, and the next you’re working for royalty. Anyway, look at me, prattling on like this—can’t disobey the Queen’s orders,” he told the Rattata. ”Now, er, have at you!”
He threw himself at his foe.
OOC Stuff: Wrigley used Tackle!
Notes: Thank you for sparing Wrigley’s squishy self from the bigger, stronger Pokémon mods 🙏 By the way did you know that he now speaks the King’s English in my head now for no reason? I didn’t plan it that way at first but the more I wrote him…he just seemed like the type of worm who would speak at all times with an inexplicable British Accent. You know, for the lulz. Anyway, pip pip cheerio, carry on and all that
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Post by Tarlar on Dec 9, 2023 20:26:39 GMT 11
Daisy's sirene made the rat jump startled and it pressed itself against the cold snow, but as she didn't charge at it, or threw a shoe in its direction, it jumped back up and began to work even harder at the wall, digging and chewing the best it could. It didn't have time for games, and it wasn't going to let a kids play pretend stop it from its important work, it wasn't easy to survive out here as a wild pokemon after all, especially not with the snow which kept floating from the sky. The rattata didn't even stop when Wrigley appeared, a short glance and even more furious digging, it had made a considerable hole now, it had almost gotten through. It paused a heartbeat when the wurmple spoke, then if scoffed, "you could also just leave me alone. I'm not a part of whatever your 'queen' imagines." It poked its head and most of its body into the hole, "I haven't asked to be a part of this, but you have dumped all this snow on where my winter stash of berries is, and I need it!" It retorted annoyed. It popped its head out and looked in disbelief at Wrigley when he challenged it to a battle and crawled forward. The rat rolled its eyes, darted over the ground and gave Wrigley a hard shoulder sending him flailing into a snowbank. "There you 'have it'," it snapped, "and then leave me alone! I'm hungry!" It turned back to the hole and began to dig at the frozen ground under the wall, only to be pushed face first into the snow when Wrigley came back and returned the push with his own tackle. The rattata probably wouldn't be very happy when it came back out again. Wild Encounter Weather: Snowfall (clear) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Rattata LV 2 HP 85% [11/13]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani/rattata-f.gif) [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Wrigley LV 2 HP 79% [11/14]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani-back/wurmple.gif) Rattata: Normal Wrigley [Shield Dust]: Normal SP8 Rattata used Tackle! SP6 Wrigley used Tackle!
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Post by Steph on Dec 10, 2023 8:56:07 GMT 11
It wasn’t exactly pleasant being on the receiving end of a Tackle, but Wrigley was a mite tougher than he looked—and he still had a job to do, regardless of the circumstances. He couldn’t say he didn’t feel a bit badly for his foe, Johto winters being what they were and all—but he wasn’t the type to disobey direct orders from his sovereign. Surely everything would turn out all right, somehow, he thought—for Daisy was probably a good and merciful Queen—but when Wrigley’s return Tackle sent Rattata plummeting face-first into the snow, he experienced a moment of self-doubt.
“By Jove, I think I’ve beheaded him! Perhaps I don’t know my own strength,” he said regretfully, turning to Daisy for guidance.
Daisy, clueless to Wrigley’s internal struggle, doubled down.
”Good work, soldier! You prevented the fortress’s collapse! But the enemy is still all…wiggly and stuff!” she said, pointing at Rattata’s backside as it worked to push itself back up. ”Hit it with another Tackle to show it we mean business!”
Wrigley used Tackle again, interspersed with a few stray shouts of ”Oh dear, oh dear,”and ”I’m so sorry!”
OoC Stuff: Wrigley used Tackle!
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Post by Hunter on Dec 12, 2023 17:57:39 GMT 11
'Who in their right mind would build a damned snow fortress over a berry stash?!'. The purple rodent pokemon's frustration was palpable as it shook its body to remove the snow that was caked over its face, it was clearly unimpressed by the child like human and her loyal caterpillar-like companion whom appeared to be doing her bidding like an obedient slave. The rat pokemon was hangry at this point, it hadn't eaten all day and was feeling starved of the nutritious, berry goodness that it so desired, and it was all because of a child playing make-believe along the snow fallen dirt paths that connected New Bark Town and Cherrygrove City. The tiny human's small, caterpillar-like Pokémon traded blows with the purple rodent pokemon, neither party showed a distinct advantage in health early on over the opposition, a high ground advantage was indefinitely present for the red and cream colored caterpillar pokemon however as it retreated next to the safety of the snow fortress that his trainer had made.
'How about instead of apologizing you help me get to my next meal, why do you event trust humans anyways, they're nasty creatures!'. The rat pokemon's mind was clouded, it was normally a mild mannered pokemon, clearly the hunger had taken control of its emotions and thoughts and altered his words and actions. The purple rodent pokemon utilized Its long tightly curled tail to flick some snow in the direction of its opponent as it wagged its tail back and forth as if to taunt the opposition. The wild Rattata had formulated a plan to lower the enemy's defenses and infiltrate the snow fortress from front on, attacking the structure at its core in order to bring it to its crumbling demise. The resilient young caterpillar pokemon was not going to be bested so easily however as it crash tackled its body into the rat pokemon like it had done moments before, this time however half of the purple rodents body was covered in the snow as it crashed face first into it, the wild Rattata was already angry at how things were playing out and this constant tomfoolery would only serve to add another layer of aggression to its already agitated state. Wild Encounter Weather: Snowfall (clear) [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Rattata LV 2 HP 69% [9/13]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani/rattata-f.gif) [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Wrigley LV 2 HP 79% [11/14]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani-back/wurmple.gif) Rattata: Normal Wrigley [Shield Dust]: -1 DEF SP8 Rattata used Tail Whip! SP6 Wrigley used Tackle!
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Post by Steph on Dec 13, 2023 6:32:43 GMT 11
“Why do I trust this human…? Well, it’s not exactly a matter of logic, I’d say. Just a feeling, I suppose,” Wrigley said.
After all, he’d been a wild Pokémon just this morning—he could certainly relate to Rattata’s plight. But with this loud and curious human creature by his side, Wrigley felt safer now than he did living in the wild. And a human could take him to new places he couldn’t crawl to alone. Places where he could eat different plants and berries than before, to discover what they tasted like, and find out if they could be used as medicines—that sort of thing. It was sort of why he’d ventured into that strange, glowy human dwelling in the first place, if he was being quite honest with himself.
“I think I can be a better Pokémon if I work together with her. But perhaps I can also teach her how to be a better human,” Wrigley said.
The answer satisfied Wrigley—he felt a sense of purpose in his squiggly little heart like never before—but obviously this was not going to be enough to appease the hungry, furious Rattata. He’d have to prove his belief in his Queen was more than just instinct.
“Er, I do say, Your Highness,” he said, turning back towards his Trainer. “This fellow here is hungry and upset because you’ve built your new fortress on top of where its stash of berries is hidden for the winter. I don’t suppose we could do anything to help…?”
Daisy tilted her head to the side inquisitively, trying to make heads or tails of what her Pokémon was saying. She wasn’t the most perceptive human in the world, and certainly not well-versed in the language of chubby little bug Pokémon—but she could see plainly enough that something weird was going on here.
”What is it, Soldier?! You got a tummy ache or somethin’?” Daisy asked.
Wrigley shook his head no emphatically, but Daisy plowed right past his obvious signals and came to a conclusion of her own.
”Yeah, I’m kinda queasy, too, actually. Probably ‘cause I tried eating some of these weird frozen berries I found under the snow fort. Oh, but don’t worry! I didn’t have too many, ‘cause some of ‘em already had bites taken out of ‘em…”
At this point, Wrigley was all but screaming at her. He ran circles between the handful of nasty, half-eaten berries and the wild Pokémon, demonstrating furiously that the berries were Rattata’s.
”What?! The enemy soldier’s been eating these things, too?! No wonder it’s so cranky!” she concluded, somewhat incorrectly. ”Okay, Lieutenant Wrigley, I got a plan. We’re gonna get this enemy guy over to our side and give it a cookie—to show the Dark Lord of Johto that he can’t get away with feeding his minions this crap! Queen Daisy demands you tackle this Rattata once more!” she said.
Wrigley looked at her, puzzled and slightly taken aback.
”Just do it! I need you to stall for time while I get a Poké Ball outta here!” she told him, sticking her nose into her backpack, where she had to push aside three comic books, a plush Electrode she’d bought at a secondhand shop, and a child-sized snorkel so she could find the Poké Ball she was looking for.
Wrigley obeyed her once more, feeling slightly assured that this plan was going to work.
OOC: Wrigley used tackle! Daisy used a Poké Ball!
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Post by Pixel on Dec 16, 2023 7:35:22 GMT 11
Dig dig dig. Stupid human. Covering its berries in snow. Then this annoying worm kept bugging it and apologizing instead of just quitting attacking it. Urg. Humans and their pets were so annoying. His nose get twitching after a moment and that's when he spotted it. Berries in the human's hands. His stash?! <You...YOU LIAR! YOU KNEW THAT HUMAN HAD MY BERRIES AND WAS EATING THEM BUT YOU LET ME KEEP DIGGING FOR THEM?> Oh that was one annoyed rat. It lunged for the wurmple, who pushed it back with a tackle of its own. But before the rat could lunge again, Daisy threw a ball that pinged off the little ratty and gobbled it up in an instant. The ball hit the side of the fort and rolled, sliding a few feet to rest in a fresh, soft bank of snow. When she went to retrieve the ball with the captured enemy soldier, she would find that it was still. The hungry rat had not put up much of a fight, or perhaps it had simply been too weak with hunger to put up much of one.
Wurmple gained +3 LVs and grew to LV 5
Wurmple learned Poison Sting
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Please fill out the form below: [img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/bw/rattata.png"] [b]Rattata[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: [choose] Level: 2 OT: Daisy Gambino Moves: Tackle, Tail WHip Ability: Guts or Run Away Nature/Personality: [choose]
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Post by Steph on Dec 16, 2023 11:35:25 GMT 11
RattataName: Ratticus Gender: M Level: 2 OT: Daisy Gambino Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip Ability: Guts Nature/Personality: Adamant. Ratticus is a strong and stalwart fighter who is typically all business and no nonsense. While normally a cool-headed and practical Pokémon, he can be quick to become angry or flustered, especially when hungry. A cookie usually does wonders for his mood, however.
Daisy’s saucer-wide eyes fixated on the Poké Ball as it completed its arc over the wall of the snow fortress, plunking soundly off the Rattata before drawing it in. It clicked almost instantly, and she hopped over the wall with both feet to retrieve it, hurrying down a nearby slope. For a moment, all was quiet—perhaps too quiet. Daisy filled the stillness of the frozen fields with a victory cheer. ”We did it, Lieutenant Wrigley! I mean…of course we did it! No one can beat us!” she said, punching the snowy air and striking another heroic pose. ”Yeah, we’re the best!”Scurrying back to the sanctity of her fortress on a mission to do good, Daisy popped open Rattata’s Poké Ball. ”All right, Private Ratticus, fall in! I got some rations for ya!” she said, addressing her new recruit. The Rattata—or “Ratticus,” as he was now named—harrumphed and turned weakly away, letting Daisy know just what he thought of her and her so-called ‘rations’ with a flick of its tail in her direction. ”It’s a cookie,” Daisy said, putting it a little more plainly. The purple rodent’s tiny body froze as she dangled the snack over his head—right where he could smell it. Slowly, cautiously, Ratticus lifted its head and sniffed. ”A cinnamon cookie,” she added, waving it around a little. Ratticus jumped up and bit it, grabbing the entire cookie in his mouth and hunkering down in the corner of the fort to gobble it up. Feeling pleased with her progress, Daisy reached into her small bag of cookies, which she’d grabbed out of a vending machine on the way to the lab earlier this morning. (If there was one thing the Johto region had going for it, she thought, it was the absolute wealth of vending machines. Some of them even had hot soup in them.) The plastic bag crinkled pleasantly as she pulled out another helping. “And one for you, Lieutenant Wrigley. That was some fine work, soldier!”Wrigley gladly took his share. ”Well now! All’s well that ends well, I’d say,” Wrigley said to Ratticus as he squiggled off to eat his snack next to Daisy. ”Dont talk to me right now. I’m eating,” Ratticus said sharply as he continued stuffing his cheeks. The last cookie went to Daisy, and the rest of snack time was passed pleasantly in the quiet of the winter’s day, sitting and marveling at fat snowflakes that flocked from above to blanket the grass. Daisy was about to resume her duties as Queen of the Snow Fortress when something that was distinctly not snow caught her eye. It was smooth and yellow and roundish, and it was scampering on all fours towards the fort. ”Halt! Who goes there?!” Daisy demanded. The yellow newcomer skidded to a stylish stop about a foot away from the wall of snow that separated Daisy from the rest of Route 29 at large. Daisy blinked and rubbed some snow out of her eyes to get a better look at it—it was a Sandshrew, holding an envelope in its mouth. It spat the letter out at Daisy’s feet and saluted. ”Oh, a Pokémon holding mail, huh…? Maybe it’s a message from our allies!” Daisy said, bending over to clumsily unwrap the envelope with her mittens. She then held in her hands a freshly-typed letter, and she squinted to read it through the snow.
Dear Daisy,
Sorry to interrupt you while you’re out on your journey, but I wanted to warn you right away. I know you don’t have your own PokéGear, so this seemed like the fastest way to reach you.
There’s been a break-in at the lab, and someone has stolen one of our Pokémon. We don’t know what they look like, but they could be dangerous. Be on the lookout for anyone suspicious, and be sure to go indoors before it gets dark. The Police in Cherrygrove City should be able to help if you need it.
Signed, Professor Elm
Daisy’s face sagged into a mightily furrowed frown. ”A Pokémon thief?! Man, what kinda crummy lowlife dirtbag would ever…huh…?”Daisy looked up and blinked again. The Sandshrew was posing dramatically, turning from one side to another and flexing in hopes that she would marvel at his (nonexistent) muscles. She glanced back at the letter and read the post-script.
P.S. This is a Sandshrew one of my assistants caught. It likes to battle, but it’s a little too rambunctious to keep in the lab. Maybe you could bring it along on your travels to help it get stronger.
”Oh. You wanna do battles and stuff, huh?”The Sandshrew nodded and made a noise that was somewhere between a battle cry and a University fight song. Daisy shrugged. ”Okay. Welcome aboard, Colonel Sandrew! Now shut up and get in the Ice Fortress, we got a criminal to catch,” Daisy said to him. Ratticus balked. ”Colonel?! Why does he outrank me?!” he protested. ”Quiet, Private Ratticus! We’re doing a stakeout now! That means no talking!” Daisy shushed him.
*** The four of them sat in the fortress watching the road for what felt like hours, although it was probably really only about twenty minutes. Daisy was about to fall asleep from boredom when she saw someone moving through the snow. A flash of red hair caught her attention. She reached for a snowball to pelt the stranger with, lobbing it with all her might—then another, then another. ”Halt, you rogue! None shall pass through this land without bowing to Daisy, Queen of the Ice Fortress! Submit to my will or perish!” OOC stuff:- Currently active party is Sandrew, Ratticus, Wrigley (in here) and Tulip and Fireball (though the latter two are currently in the Paldea event battle and can’t be used.)
- Snowelle and Poochyena to the PC for now, since chronologically Daisy hasn’t met them yet.
- Wrigley learned Poison Sting (I think this may need to be added to his profile in Trainer thread)
- Requesting battle with Silver.
Thank you! 🙏
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