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Post by Fox on Jan 19, 2024 7:39:14 GMT 11
WEATHER: Chinook
TIME: Mid-Afternoon in Mid-January
The sky was cold and sunny with brisk wind biting Haruna's skin through the fabric of her clothes. Although the wind was relatively warm, it was still cold enough for snow. She shivered and put on a pair of black gloves she brought from home before tightening the blue knitted scarf around her neck, nose and mouth. She walked to the outskirts of New Bark Town before sitting on a bench and opening her satchel. She reached her hand in before snapping off a banana. "Dupin, would you like a banana?" she asked, speaking while trying to make her voice sound deeper. "Squirt? Squirtle, squirt!" replied her squirtle before it raced over to her. "You can only eat fruit as a treat," she said, peeling the banana and handing it over. "It has a lot of sugar, and you can digest vegetables and meat better." The squirtle bit into the soft, pale yellow fruit with glee, not paying attention to what she said. Haruna sighed before pulling out a banana for herself and beginning to eat. After such an urgent trip here and disguising her appearance, she still felt as lonely as ever. Haruna expected to be offered a cyndaquil, chikorita, or totodile from Professor Elm rather than be offered bulbasaur, charmander, or squirtle like she had. In the end, she supposed it didn't make much difference. Her allergies prevented her from choosing bulbasaur while charmander's conspicuous flame would blow her cover when she was sneaking around. That only left her with squirtle to choose. Although it wasn't such a big deal to end up with this starter, she was concerned how much it could grow and eat later on... She definitely didn't have the resources to raise a blastoise! It weighed an average of 85.5 kg! This was surprisingly light, considering it's massive shell, but it still concerned her.
Hopefully, I can catch one of my dream pokemon soon. Her chaotic trip involved taking a flight to Olivine City before traveling to New Bark Town via boat. During the trip, she journaled down the pokemon she wanted for her team, eventually listing the following: murkrow, sneasel, skarmory, houndour, meditite, shuppet, clamperl, chingling, noibat, and tadbulb. Since she planned to only raise a maximum of five to six of them to ensure proper care and training, so she would have to cross out others on her wishlist as her journey continued.
Of course, she wanted to be a superb trainer and give her pokemon the individual attention and play time they needed. She also wanted to cook each of their meals personally to make sure it was healthy and had the proper nutrition required for health growth. Many store-bought foods had preservatives or grains in them, even though they weren't healthy for the pokemon in question. She also needed to make sure she gave them proper grooming and inspected their conditions regularly... Haruna chomped on the last bit of her banana before throwing it into the nearby trashcan. She adjusted her glasses as she pulled her thoughts back into focus and looked around her. Dupin, named for the first famous fictional detective, C. Auguste Dupin (since he was her first pokemon)... was no longer in her sight. "Dupin?" she called, picking up her bag. "Dupin, where are you?" "Squirtle squirt!" came a cry from behind a tree on the path leading out of the city. Haruna rushed toward him. "You need to stay in my sight, Dupin. I don't want you to get... lost..." She blinked. The turtle pokemon reclined on his side on the ground, posed like a Kalosian woman with one leg stretched out and the other perked up on top. He held his knee with one hand and kept balance with the other. Looking smug, he winked at Haruna before lifting up his head and spraying up water like a fountain over himself. |
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Jan 22, 2024 11:02:05 GMT 11
Life was tough in the middle of winter. Food was a scarce commodity that sent many of the wild Pokemon in the area stalking through the randomly placed rubbish bins and discarded plastics from careless kids skulking about on the open routes. Some of the sleek purple rodents would even brave their way to unmanned bags, quickly gnawing small holes through the fabrics, and cleverly making off with the scraps of food and sweet treats they carried on hand. If she was paying attention to the other people wandering along the trails, Haruna might notice a young boy dosing off underneath a massive oak tree whose giant limbs curled back towards the ground nearly low enough that even a small toddler could attempt to climb up on them. Nearby, one of those illusive purple mice had chewed right into the bag and immediately raced off with a granola bar, dashing through the snow covered grass in a hurry before disappearing through the thick tangle of wild trees and large brushes that lead to heavily wooded sections of Route 29. What also lurked was something a bit less mammalian in nature. A small red bug scooted its way up along the sides of the rubbish bin where Haruna had just tossed the scraps of her banana in and over the rim inside of the bin. It was delighted to find what humans considered trash to be the smallest bits of a meal that might help it hold over through the harsh winter’s snow and ice. “Humans are so wasteful!” The little Wurmple commented to itself with a soft chuckle. It struggled to chuck the peel back up over the rim of the bin and onto the snowy ground. Though, as soon as its eyes landed on Dupin, the small caterpillar hissed and glared. “This is MY food! Understand?! Go be a good little ignorant housepet and run off with your trainer somewhere!” It warned the Squirtle quite firmly. A Wild Wurmple is threatening Dupin!  Level 3. What will Haruna and Dupin do? Shiny? chkwYIW5p_1-42
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Post by Fox on Jan 23, 2024 10:03:05 GMT 11
Haruna blinked slowly at the squirtle. It seemed to be... posing?
What senseless behavior, she thought, peering out from under her bangs.
"That water will freeze on you and only make you colder," she began.
Dupin's trickle of water decreased.
"Furthermore, it will freeze over this path, making it dangerous for humans and pokemon alike."
He stopped spraying water altogether.
"This is a safety hazard... I aspire to become a detective. I don't know if I will become a member of the police in the future or work privately, but I cannot permit such actions that endanger others," she continued. "In order to become figures of justice, we must be conscience of all our actions and the impact they have on others..."
The scolding or explanation continued.
Dupin slowly stood up and blinked wearily.
But wasn't I cute? he thought. I'm your handsome, charming first pokemon. You're supposed to be all over me with love and affection. We haven't even spent a night together, and you're imposing all these rules on me?
Haru was still talking, but Dupin couldn't take anything in. Words slipped through his ears like a goomy in the rain. "Hazard"? Justice"? What was all that? He knew a lot of things about humans from being raised in the lab, but this situation was beyond his comprehension.
Eventually, he saw his trainer stop lecturing him and smile.
"It's alright. We can slowly get used to each other," finished Haru.
I don't know if I want to get used to this, thought Dupin. All the other squirtles got fun trainers. They play and cheer and jump around with excitement before running into the wilds together! Why'd I get stuck with this one? I haven't even received a single hug yet!
Haru, a boy (as far as Dupin knew), went to the lab and picked up a pokemon just like all the others, so why had things turned out so different? Dupin felt like Haru bashed his hopes and dreams, leaving them to crumble before him.
Hearing a light plop and the crunching of snow, the new trainer and squirtle turned to see a weedle snatching Haru's banana peel from the trash.
Aha! thought Dupin. A litterer! Time to show Haru just how strong I am!
He boldly began marching up to the wurmple. His cheeks swelled up as he prepared to fire off a water gun.
"Wait!" said Haru, rushing forward. "Don't use water gun out here. Not only will it freeze tonight, but it's cruel to splash wild pokemon with water in these conditions when they have limited means of drying themselves off or keeping warm."
Dupin painfully swallowed the water back down.
Right, he thought. My trainer is a no-freeze maniac...
"Furthermore, this wurmple didn't attack us. It only hissed, giving us a warning."
Oh, no! he whined internally, sensing the start of second lecture. There's more?!
"There's nothing wrong with using things others have thrown away, and we have no business interfering with its life. If we attack others unprovoked, are we not the criminals?"
No, we're just a trainer and a pokemon...
"We can't attack those who do not consent to battling us. We are not bullies."
Did my trainer just accuse all other trainers of being bullies?! Attacking and battling wild pokemon is normal! Normal!
Dupin felt like his soul had left his body. Had one of his rivals in the nursary cursed him? Is that how he ended up with this super serious, super rigid boy as his trainer? Just how bad was his luck?
At least, give me a female trainer!
Haru took a deep breath and smiled. Watching the wurmple, he slowly reached into his bag. After a snapping sound, he pulled out... yet another yellow banana!
He then knelt on the ground with one knee in the snow and a charming smile on his face as he held the banana in his hands.
"Dear wurmple, would you agree to battle my squirtle?" asked Haru politely, treating the bug as if it were his equal--a human. He then revealed the reason he bought so many fruit in Olivine City. "If you win, I'll give you half of this banana as a prize."
Dupin stood there stupified.
Are you a f****** prince?! he screamed inside. Why did he have the illusion that sparkles appeared when Haru acted like that? Was it just an illusion of the snow?
Slowly, the zombie-like turtle turned to face the caterpillar and got in a stance that looked like he was ready for battle... but maybe not. Enduring Haru's lectures seemed to have done some mental damage to him.
I have one more banana, two oranges, and a pair of apples left... I need to use them sparingly, noted Haru, or we won't have anything left by the time we reach Cherrygrove City.
Unfortunately, the trainer hadn't bought any berries specifically for pokemon. He figured he could always eat the fruit himself if he didn't use them to lure pokemon into battling his starter, but he couldn't eat the berries sold as pokemon food.
Distracted by the wurmple, Haru and Dupin had yet to notice the boy sleeping under the oak tree.
Haru(na) offers half a banana to the wurmple if it can defeat Dupin!
Dupin is ready to battle!
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Post by Pixel on Jan 27, 2024 5:39:43 GMT 11
The wurmple gave the squirtle's trainer a LOOK. <Why should I fight for scraps when you could just go away and let me have my perfectly good meal that's here? Shouldn't your trainer be feeding YOU rather, little house pet? Enjoy your handouts.> Grumpy, the worm went back to pushing the lid off the can, perfectly content to ignore the happy-go-lucky trainer that for some reason was trying to feed wild pokemon. It could have just as easily become very aggressive and attacked Haru for the treat, ignoring the prospect of a battle to just snatch and grab. But there was an easier way to fill its belly. In these delightful containers of human wastefulness. CLANG! The lid of the trashcan hit the ground. The wurmple then began to greedily try to chew a hole in the plastic bag to free the delicious delights within. Nom nom nom. A few fat flakes of snow fell. The ground was slippery. If there was a battle here, no doubt footing would be uncertain. Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Wild Wurmple LV 3
HP 100% [16/16]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Dupin LV 5
HP 100% [20/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Wild Wurmple [Shield Dust]: Status, +1 SP Dupin [Torrent]: Status, +1 SP SP10 Squirtle used...Banana bribe?
SP7 Wurmple used...Unimpressed.
ooc// Just to note, you can declare a move to start an encounter. You do not have to wait for us to make the battle screen. You could have declared an attack on wurmple. ^_^ |
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Post by Fox on Jan 27, 2024 9:37:47 GMT 11
OOC: I know, but that would be too out-of-character for Haruna. XD
IC: Haru noticed the wurmple's disregard, shrugged, and returned the banana to his satchel. The clang of the trashcan lid didn't seem to bother him at all. He slowly moved forward while looking around, taking time to note characteristics of this area to avoid getting lost here in the future.
Spotting the massive roots of a large oak tree, he moved forward while taking a camera out of his pocket in order to take a photograph. Small amounts of snow crunched under his feet.
Meanwhile, this trainer's squirtle had a very different reaction.
Haru's behavior had shocked Dupin so much that he could only process some words now. Numb before, his brain slowly began to work again as if it were a stream routing around a new boulder in its path.
Ignorant?! IGNORANT?!
He was so stunned earlier, he hadn't noticed the words of this pathetic bug before! Dupin the Squirtle was about ready to boil over. His face darkened with flush, and he felt as though the water he'd sprinkled on himself was about to vaporize and turn to steam right on his skin!
Dupin was from a lab! THE lab! He'd be bred from a good lineage and raised to cooperate with young trainers to be their first pokemon! He was the best of the best! A good and trained thoroughbred for sure! He was practically pokemon royalty, as far as he was concerned.
He even had a Kalosian name to match his standing!
"H-House pet...?" croaked the squirtle. "You say I am a house pet to that person," he continued, pointing a shaking claw at Haru, "who doesn't even know how to hug or give me pets?! My trainer would spare you, but I'm not the same!"
His heart pumped with rage and fury. The hot blood rushed to his head, making it throb with anger.
Recalling Haru's words about using water techniques in this temperatures, Dupin chose to attack physically.
The squirtle lunged forward, sinking his toes into the half-frozen mud as he charged forward on his stubby little legs. The mud and grass he kicked up immediately made his curled tail filthy.
(Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to apply Haru's reasoning to his activities and didn't mind if he took the trashcan down with the wurmple. He never bothered to think of his trainer's reaction to making a mess or getting covered in filth.)
"I'M NOT IGNORANT! I'm not a house pet! TAKE IT BACK, YOU B******!" he roared.
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Post by Pixel on Jan 30, 2024 4:25:56 GMT 11
The wurmple ignored Dupin, choosing to continue eating, enjoying its glorious feast of not flimsy banana offerings. And that was when the squirtle slammed into the trash can and sent it tumbling over, dumping the contents onto his trainer if he didn't get out of the way fast enough. Oops? The wurmple fell out and rolled, disoriented at first...before becoming annoyed. <YES. A HOUSE PET. AND A POORLY TRAINED ONE AT THAT! NO MATTERS! NOW GO AWAY AND EAT THAT PITIFUL FRUIT OFFERING YOURSELF IF YOU THINK I SHOULD HAVE DEIGNED TO ACCEPT IT OVER THIS FEAST!> The wurmple sassed back, chittering with upset. Head down, it then charged the squirtle in return, sliding on the ice to improve its moment and slam into the squirtle before he could avoid the attack. Then he spun away, the ground too slick for it to stop properly. <I warned you. And don't blame me if your human is useless and doesn't know how to take care of its pets. You're just proving all the reasons why humans are useless! Better off just running off and fending for yourself, house pet, if you think THAT is anything to gloat about.> Clearly this wurmple had an attitude and opinions about certain things. Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Wild Wurmple LV 3
HP 69% [11/16]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Dupin LV 5
HP 90% [18/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Wild Wurmple [Shield Dust]: Status, +1 SP Dupin [Torrent]: Status, +1 SP SP10 Squirtle used tackle
SP7 Wurmple used tackle
Squirtle Tackle Crit kpv8vZ3Ep_1-16Wurmple move? p_1-2 Tackle Crit p_1-161-16·1-2·1-16 |
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Post by Fox on Jan 30, 2024 11:20:56 GMT 11
Hearing a large crash, Haruna looked back to see the ensuing turmoil. The trashcan fell to the ground, splashing trash all over the ground. Shortly afterward, her squirtle crawled out. Part of a banana peel slipped off his bald head.
Yuck! she thought, tensing as she felt squeamish. Is he trying to evolve into a trubbish?!
Since she wasn't near the trashcan, she was fine, but the squirtle she had to travel with most certainly wasn't! Hadn't she just talked to him about being sensible and considerate? Why was he making such a mess now? There was no need to battle that weedle since it was minding its own business. It didn't even accept her banana bribe.
The two pokemon hissed and spat out sounds at each other.
Are they... arguing? she wondered. It was impressive how complex pokemon language could be.
She pulled out her pokedex with her right hand and used it to detect the wurmple. She'd almost forgotten her assignment from the lab.
"You... You," began the squirtle, unable to finish his sentence.
The wurmple tackled him, knocking him upright on the sidewalk.
"I can't even eat the banana because it's only a treat! And I'm not even a pet! I only just met this human! I'll definitely trade her in for a good one."
The squirtle roared and lunged forward again, using another tackle.
Haruna sighed and watched her pokemon attentively. If something dangerous happened, she'd have to step in. For now, Dupin only new a few moves, so she didn't feel the need to instruct him.
What kind of reckless pokemon did the professor raise?
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Post by Pixel on Feb 1, 2024 3:06:36 GMT 11
<You can't eat it because it's a treat? Sounds like a housepet mindset to me! If you're hungry, you get your own food. Waiting on a human to have pity on you or worthy of food sounds miserable to me. Especially when food is plentiful if you know where to look and aren't constrained by those tiny ball prisons.> The Wurmple huffed. As the squirtle charged again, it sprayed sticky webbing at the squirtle, covering it in goop from head to toe that slowed it down harshly. That wasn't enough to halt the incoming impact...and the wurmple was thrown again, this time crashing into a cold, slushy snow snowbank on a curb. Its head popped up and it chittered in upset. <Why don't you leave me alone? Huh? Or are you that inadequate that you can't handle the truth? Go get your treat for beating me up and I'll continue having my dinner properly." The wurmple wriggled free of the snow and shook itself off, breathing heavily. Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Wild Wurmple LV 3
HP 38% [6/16]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Dupin LV 5
HP 90% [18/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Wild Wurmple [Shield Dust]: Status, +1 SP Dupin [Torrent]: Status, -1 SP SP10 Squirtle used tackle
SP7 Wurmple used string shot [-2 SP]
Squirtle Tackle Crit koufX2SFp_1-16Wurmple move? p_1-2 1-16·1-2 |
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Post by Fox on Feb 1, 2024 5:52:00 GMT 11
Dupin! Was! So! Mad!
"I--I don't need his permission!" spluttered out Dupin, but the wurmple's retorts came one after the other. Each one seemed to stab deep into his psyche. "And pokeballs are comfortable!"
After some hesitation, the squirtle charged forward again. He felt compelled to attack again and again. He didn't realize the reason he was so angry was because the wurmple's words stirred a cord of truth within him. Was he really a house pet? Should he be the master here? Should he eat what he wanted when he wanted, even if it made him fat?
"You--You--I'M NOT A HOUSE PET!" he roared in finality, his brain having given up on thinking too much in the end. He'd clearly lost the argument.
Haruna watched this bizarre shouting match with confusion on her face. She wasn't sure what Dupin was trying to prove, but he certainly wasn't very obedient. Once this battle was finished, she needed to make him put the trash away.
Her pokedex finished scanning the wurmple, and she slipped it back into her pocket. Then, she turned her attention back to her camera.
She checked the photo of the massive tree on her camera.
Was that... a person's leg?
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Post by Professor Oak on Feb 2, 2024 0:58:19 GMT 11
Fury burned in Wurmple's segmented body. This blue pipsqueak thought it could bully it just because it lived in a plastic ball? Wurmple had scavenged for meals since the day it hatched from a fuzzy egg, fought its way through thorny undergrowth and outsmarted hungry Pidgeys. It wasn't some pampered pet. "You may be stubborn, but you're not very swift," the Wurmple quipped, its voice dripping with sarcasm as it tried to shake off the weariness that crept into its every movement. The sticky strands of webbing clung to Dupin, transforming him into a sluggish struggling mass. The Wurmple, on the other hand, felt the strain in its weary limbs as it fought against the persistent cold and the tenacious opponent before it. Dupin charged, a miniature tank with a furious glint in his eyes. Wurmple braced itself, its tiny legs churning. Their bodies collided with the satisfying crunch of exoskeleton meeting shell. It felt like hitting a particularly stubborn pebble and Wurmple bounced back, momentarily stunned. This pipsqueak wasn't as weak as he looked. "Persistent little turtle, aren't you?" The Wurmple's voice, though strained, retained a mocking edge. "I thought you preferred the comfort of your Pokéball. Perhaps you should've stayed inside, where it's warm and cozy." Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Wild Wurmple LV 3
HP 6% [1/16]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Dupin LV 5
HP 80% [16/20]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] Wild Wurmple [Shield Dust]: Status, +1 SP Dupin [Torrent]: Status, -1 SP SP7 Wurmple used Tackle
SP106 Squirtle used Tackle
Squirtle Tackle Crit xpTcqhf1p_1-16Wurmple move? p_1-2 p_1-161-16·1-2·1-16 |
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Post by Fox on Feb 2, 2024 7:08:39 GMT 11
Haruna zoomed in on the camera. That was indeed a person's leg. Quite alarmed and acutely aware of the cold temperature, she looked back at the roots of the tree in horror...
Unfortunately, she couldn't leave her squirtle here or abandon the trash on the ground, could she?
Although Haruna thought of herself as someone having strong moral values, she had lived a life of wealth and shelter. Cleaning up was something that could be done casually, and no one was ever in real danger. If someone had fallen asleep outside, here in the cold, or was lying down due to a stroke, myocardial infarction, pulmonary embolism, anemia, or something else severe, was it not her duty to rescue them?
It wasn't her duty as a detective but rather a task any human should be happy to take.
Even so, she hesitated, trying to think of any rational reason why someone would intentionally lie around outside in the cold. Even if they were criminals or runaways like her, sleeping or lying around out here in the cold was simply too dangerous!
She saw Dupin crash into the weedle once again, hell-bent on defeating the wurmple in his fury. He gasped for breath, leaving a white mist around his mouth as he fought relentlessly.
Sticky webbing clung to him, wrapping around his arms, legs, and shell, but he didn't even seem to notice it.
Haruna grit her teeth. She pocketed her camera.
"Dupin, finish up the battle and pick up the trash! I think someone might be hurt! I'll be right back!" she declared, not disguising her voice as masculine before she raced off toward the tree roots where a person was lying. Snow crunched loudly under her shoes and began to melt into her socks, making her shiver. Icy wind bit her face as she charged.
Although Dupin heard her, her voice barely registered.
Instead, he just roared.
"Just faint, already!" cried the squirtle, mustering all of his strength to try and knockout the wurmple. His stubby legs marched, and he dove head-first. He prayed this tackle would be enough! That bug already made such a fool of him!
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Post by Pixel on Feb 5, 2024 9:35:17 GMT 11
<Why don't you?> The wurmple groused in return despite barely hanging on by a thread. It spat more sticking webbing at the squirtle to deter him from continuing the fight, but alas, he was too mad to quit charging. The turtle slammed into the little worm and sent the wurmple rolling backwards into the bushes. Bye bye buggy. It would stay there unless someone decided to go rummaging in the bushes to continue pestering it or to put it in a ball. Squirtle was victorious over said foe who had not really put up that much of a fight beyond those cutting words. Congrats, house pet. You beat up a weak little bug. Your prize? Whatever tipped over out of this trash can!
Squirtle gained +2 LVs and grew to LV 7 Squirtle learned withdraw
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Post by Fox on Feb 7, 2024 5:42:02 GMT 11
Dupin felt himself tumble into the venomous caterpillar, and, finally, the blasted thing stopped moving.
He gasped for breath, feeling the cold air freeze its throat and lungs. He shivered before boldly puffing out his chest and looking around.
"See that? See that?" he bragged, looking around. "Trainer, I am amazing. You should treat me with more respect. Maybe I should be the... the... leader..."
He frowned before beginning to turn and look a little more frantically.
Where was his trainer, that Haru person? He felt like he should be praised for winning their first battle together. Their battle... Now that he looked back, had his trainer even given him a single command..?
The "battle" was just him getting upset and fighting on his own, wasn't it?
He felt like something inside him shattered.
He felt heartbroken, scared, and alone. It was though he was in a melting winter all by himself.... Did that trainer go to the lab just to get items from the professor? Then, what was the point of adopting him? The lab wasn't far, and he could walk back there himself. However, without a pokeball, he couldn't get a new trainer. His entire purpose, the whole reason he was born and raised, would be moot.
Had he... been abandoned?
The cold breeze brushed against his skin, making him shiver. The quiet seemed endless.
Water began to build up in his eyes.
"Dupin," came a voice not too far away, "I'm over here! Come over here when you're done with the trash!"
The squirtle blinked out of his stupor and raced toward the sound.
He slipped and stumbled on the ice, bruising himself as he went, moving desperately, even leaving a messy trail in the snow.
The trash was long forgotten, abandoned on the sidewalk.
He gasped, racing up to his trainer.
Haru stood, examining a young boy napping under an oak tree with thick roots. He then knelt down, examining the boy to see if he was okay or if he needed to call an ambulance.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked Haru loudly, nudging the person.
Dupin just blinked up at him, still filthy from mud and with a few pieces of trash stuck to his shell and head.
"Are you done picking up the trash?" he asked. "Are you ready to go back into your pokeball? You're a reptile, after all."
The squirtle gazed at him, dumbfounded, and looked like he was about to cry.
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Post by Tiki on Feb 10, 2024 22:50:17 GMT 11
The young Squirtle ran toward the human as fast as he could. A small and soft breeze picked up as the two continued on the road. Spring was coming as the weather warmed a little, and the wind was a comfortable breeze to melt off some snow. A lone Spinda had enjoyed the winter thawing into spring. Walking along the road with its confusing leg works, the normal type Pokemon shown itself to the young woman and her Squirtle. The young bear was enjoying its leisurely walk, and continued on despite seeing the human in its vision. It wasn't afraid of the human! It just pretended they didn't exist and then strolled on like nothing happened. Perhaps this human was the friendly type and wouldn't try to battle it!
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Post by Fox on Feb 12, 2024 2:49:09 GMT 11
About to cry, Dupin suddenly hugged Haru's thigh.
Recalling how dirty Dupin was, Haru cringed. Then, he dutifully turned his attention to the boy lying on the ground. He rubbed the boy's arms and thighs, trying to coax him awake.
"Hello. It's dangerous to sleep out here in the cold," said Haru, speaking loudly. He rubbed the boy's shoulders vigorously. "If you don't move, I'm going to call an ambulance."
If this wasn't enough to wake him, then Haru had the option to resort to the sternum rub, but no one liked being awakened by such a painful technique. He frowned before brushing his bangs from his face.
Both Haru and Dupin noticed a spinda walking past, but Haru was far more concerned with the boy. Meanwhile, Dupin was terrified of the idea of being abandoned, so neither charged after the tiny dizzy bear. After a moment, Haru, recalled Dupin into his pokeball, so he'd be warmer and would stop running off on his own.
"Are you alright?" asked Haru, prompting the boy again.
Both Haru and Dupin disregard the spinda.
OOC: The boy is from the first mod post in this thread. I'm not sure what you all want to do with him.
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