Venus Doom [Bike]

[Caramell 🍬]

 
MISHU MIZUMA
Dark Type Trainer •
Education / Science

Flyleaf tumbled through the short grass and slammed into Metapod with a powerful thud. A loud crack emanated from the cocoon’s hardened shell. It cried loudly as it struggled to crawl away, unable to escape the wily seedling’s assaults. She laughed, spiraling at high speeds through the grass once more. It was a weak Pokemon who only knew how to stall the battle by making its shell harder to crack, but she wouldn’t be bested by this weakling of a bug! She slammed into Metapod once more, knocking it up high into the air. Flyleaf chased after it, using a rock to launch herself up into the air as well, and slammed the bug back down onto the ground, breaking the cocoon in half.

A strange gooey slime spilled from inside the shell as the two halves spiraled in different directions into the tall grass. The newly hatched Butterfree landed with a loud thud. Ouch! That really hurt! It crawled onto its feet and shook itself off while unfurling its wings. “I wasn’t ready to evolve?!” Butterfree cried indignantly, fluttering over to large fountain so that it could stare at its own reflection. Nothing looked the same anymore. Why were their wings now sprouting out from this strange purple bug’s back?! Had it really finished its evolutionary journey?! “You should ask before trying to help others! Help isn’t help if you’re not really helping!” It snapped firmly, turning to argue with Flyleaf angrily.

Flyleaf stopped, unfurling herself to stand up straight once more. She shrugged with a soft growl. “What are you so upset about?” These wild creatures were so hard to understand. At least…well…this particular bug Pokemon was difficult to understand. It was upset that she actually managed to help it out? Why? She would have thanked the Pokemon that helped her out by giving her a free Leaf Stone profusely, and might have even seen if there was a way to return the favor. But no…useless bugs like to remain useless, she guessed! It was completely illogical. “You should be grateful! Now, maybe, you can do more than just Harden! Did you want to be weak and pathetic all your life?!” She practically screamed.

Butterfree was taken aback. “You’re so rude!” It flapped its new wings and lifted itself up into the air. “I don’t have to take this! Goodbye!” It fluttered away on the gentle breeze, soaring off to new lands in far off places. This wasn’t a home it could remember fondly anymore. Flyleaf’s mean ways ensured it of that. And it already evolved before it’s sibling, when it had promised her that no matter what it would wait until they were both ready to evolve. No it had no choice but to fly far away, so that its sibling might never discover this betrayal and lord it over poor Metapod’s head indefinitely.

A young girl walked over to Mishu and pointed to Flyleaf with one hand. Her wide eyes were a deep blue like the ocean during a particularly nasty storm. Though the sparkled with admiration, like a diamond catching the sun’s rays on its smoothened edges. “What’s that?” She asked curiously, causing the educator to place her journaled notes away and turn to the girl with a soft smile. “Flyleaf?” Mishu asked softly. To which, of course, the girl muttered in repetition. “A…fy…leaf?” Mishu nodded slowly, the smile never leaving her lips. “Flyleaf is her name. I named her. My name is Mishu.” She spoke, introducing her Pokemon and herself gently and making sure the girl understood. “She’s a Pokemon known as Nuzleaf. They are Dark and Grass types.” She continued on.

Set at Day

WORD COUNT: 613 words
OOC: Searching Tall Grass!

^{Mishu | Ziggy | Tool | Blondie | Flyleaf | Oliver | Civet}

[Tarlar]

As if called for, the ground near a tree began to shift and soon revealed a little white bug. It shied away from the bright light and then felt its way to the nearest root (they were practically blind after all) which it scratched to get to the tree zap inside.

Nincada [Lv 20] is popping up from the ground.
Weather will be gusting (tailwind)

Shiny: gUCcuGrRp_1-421-42

[Caramell 🍬]

 
MISHU MIZUMA
Dark Type Trainer •
Education / Science

While Mishu answered the small toddler’s questions, a few others slowly gathered around the area to listen in. The ebony hued educator twirled a single lock of her dark blue hair in her hands and gestured to her collection of Pokemon, happy and eager to answer all their questions. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, though, as some kept their small children tucked firmly at their eyes and glowered in the direction of the educator’s Pokemon. “Aren’t they all evil and mean? Why would you want to work with such Pokemon?!” One mother called from the crowd, raising her hand into the air and waving it frantically like a student who desperately wanted the teacher to call on them.

Mishu laughed and shook her head firmly. She hated these false accusations of her favorite type. Their name once derived from such meanings only because the trainers of the past didn’t quite understand their natures as well. “They do harness a dark type of energy for most of their attacks.” She spoke calmly and casually with a nod in the young woman’s direction. It was enough to get her to put her hand down, though she now smirked as though she had been correct in her assumptions all along. “Though we now know it to be the energy actual darkness. The absence of light itself, and possibly the night. It’s nothing to do with evil energy at all!”

Oliver sat beside his trainer with a half-bored expression and yawned. Mishu was quite the talkative sort that could carry the conversation on indefinitely, giving them little break or time to do much of anything else. The mischievous feline preferred notions where they were doing virtually anything else besides entertaining guests with these trivial facts as though the dense humans understood nothing without being handheld to the conclusions personally. “How long has she been at this?” He yawned, stretching his long limbs out and clawing at the earth idly with his sharp claws. “I think my mind is going numb!” He jested.

Flyleaf shrugged, smiling at the children as they slowly approached her. Following Mishu’s instructions, she allowed the grubby fingers of the tiny tots to poke and prod against her bulb whilst they learned how to properly touch and pet her. “I don’t know…” Flyleaf admitted with a hum. “But they’re not that bad…Ow, that’s my leaf!” The small seedling growled and balled a fist instinctively as one of the kids tugged on the single green sprout shooting out of the top of her head. Mishu was quick to gently move the child’s hands away and correct him, though. “Oh, be careful! That’s a sensitive spot for them and can hurt them, so we mustn’t pull. Ok? See…gently pet like this…” She demonstrated instead.

Oliver rose up onto his four limbs and trotted away with a shake of her head. Children seemed to have an affinity for cats and he definitely wasn’t going to be around when they wanted to climb all over him. He’d bite the first one that tried to pull on his ears, that’s for sure! “Enjoy your hell.” He cackled. Flyleaf rolled her eyes, trying her best to ignore the comment indirectly. “They’re like helpless sheep. It’s a wonder they make it to adulthood!” She laughed as she commented on the fragility of human children. Oliver paused in front of a strange looking bug digging at a root and tilted his head slightly. “You need some help there…buddy?” He smirked, swiping at the troublesome plant for the Nincada with his sharp claws, though a little close to the bug that he might accidentally bump into it.

Set at Day

WORD COUNT: 619 words
OOC: Sending out Oliver and using Assurance x2!

^{Mishu | Ziggy | Tool | Blondie | Flyleaf | Oliver | Civet}

[Professor Oak]

Wild Encounter

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Weather: Gusting (Tailwind)

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Nincada LV 20
HP 0% [0/48]

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Oliver LV 23
HP 90% [62/69]

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Nincada [Compound Eyes]: Fainted
Oliver [Limber]: Normal

SP120 Oliver used Assurance -21 dmg

SP40 Nincada used Scratch -7 dmg

SP120 Oliver used Assurance, critical -33 dmg

Nincada fainted!

SPOILER: Click to show

assurance crit oUcUpaA1p_1-16
move 1: p_1-4 crit p_1-16
assurance crit p_1-16
move 2: p_1-4 crit p_1-16

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VICTORY

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Oliver gained 2 levels and is now level 25!
1-16·1-4·1-16·1-16·1-4·1-16

[Caramell 🍬]

 
MISHU MIZUMA
Dark Type Trainer •
Education / Science

Small white proboscises twitched. The small cicada spun nimbly about on its four limbs; two strong brown clawed digging appendages buried amid the roots and stared up at the strange cat with large green irises painted inside of a sea of jet-black bullseye markings. Oliver stared at Nincada dumbfoundedly, emerald irises floating around in their sockets, and grimaced. The cicada turned away without so much as a whisper – whether words of gratitude or words of contempt to have the aid of this purple furred feline, it would remain unknown. “Uhh…earth to like…you” Oliver snapped firmly, pressing one of his paws against the side of the white hemipteran as if to stir it from some deep slumber.

“Don’t do that.” It spoke with a gruff tone whilst working fastidiously at the roots. Nutrients leaked up to the surface in the form of strange sap that the insect greedily slurped up. It bit into the splintered pieces of the root and struggled to break small shoots off. “I don’t like that.” Nincada stated the obviously, twisting its head back and forth as it worked at the roots. Oliver blinked, ears flickering in annoyance as he tried to understand this strange creature better. So it could hear him…was it deliberately ignoring him, then? Why? “So…do you like…want help then?” The limber, lanky leopard growled in soft undertones under his throat with a quiet glare cast at Nincada.

“Why?” The small cicada asked, flickering its semi-translucent wings with a slight green hue against the raging winds. They were strong, nearly knocking the small bug over with the powerful gusts, though Nincada remained largely unphased as it continued its work. “I look like I can’t handle it?” It continued. Thick, powerful front legs kicked and scratched furiously, pulling chunks away with ease. “I think I rather disagree. I’ve never known felines to interest themselves in roots for sustenance, anyways.” Nincada chuckled. When Oliver leaned in closer to observe the cicada’s works, Nincada spun around and lashed out, leaving a large gash across the side of Oliver’s purple-and-yellow furred face.

Oliver yanked his head back with a loud yowl. What a nuisance! He reached up with one of his paws and gently rubbed the spot where the bug managed to scratch through the epidermis, breaking through capillaries buried underneath. Small, crimson dots bubbled up against the surface and pressed in a hungry need to burst forth from Oliver’s flesh, to spill out across the ground. That annoying little twerp! “And just what was that for?!” Oliver snapped with a loud roar. Nincada blinked with a shrug. “Bothering me- Owww!” It jumped up as Oliver smacked it with one of his claws and immediately buzzed off on the windy gusts of air. It battled against the gusts with its tiny wings as it struggled to take off to safer grounds.

Oliver shrugged and trotted back over to Mishu and Flyleaf with an annoyed huff, bright emerald eyes now cast over with dark clouds of anger that boiled temporarily. “How’s it going?” He asked with a yawn, settling in the grass. He curled his long tail whose tip was shaped almost like a scythe around his legs that he kept tucked against his body and laid in the tall grasses to rest. Flyleaf groaned with a roll of her eyes, several small toddlers swarming her from all angles. “How does it look like it’s going?” She asked Oliver sarcastically, charcoal hues flickering from each individual child before returning their gaze back upon Oliver firmly. “I didn’t expect to be the class pet today, ya know?” She chuckled in amusement.

Set at Day

WORD COUNT: 607 words
OOC: New encounter please, tall grass!

^{Mishu | Ziggy | Tool | Blondie | Flyleaf | Oliver | Civet}

[Tiki]

A (Level 18) Paras is anxious about upcoming event!

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p_15-221-42·1-6·1-3·1-3·15-22

[Caramell 🍬]

 
MISHU MIZUMA
Dark Type Trainer •
Education / Science

Though the small children swarmed her Pokemon, Mishu played an active role as their protective guardian. She was quick to step in, placing a hand gently on Flyleaf’s shoulders while waving the other to motion for the kids to give her Nuzleaf more room when it was needed. Some of them were bustling with questions that spilled out of their mouths in cascading waterfalls. “I want one! I want one!” One of the smaller children proclaimed, hands waving madly in the air hoping to be called on in a hurry. Patience was beyond the scope of understanding for this one. “They’re not the easiest Pokemon to start off with.” She warned with a warm smile. “Most need an experienced trainer to truly thrive.”

Another blinked while chewing on a small sandwich. Bits of peanut butter was smeared around the edges of her mouth as sticky clumps of gelatinous purple dribbled down bottom slice of bread and splashed against the dirt ground underfoot. “Where do they live?!” She asked between mouthfuls of her sandwich. You could see the chewed up remnants of her food as she spoke, seemingly unaware of the social faux pas of speaking with your mouth full. “Finish your food first, dear. Then ask your questions. It’s rude to speak with your mouth full.” Her mother warned with a harsh shh’ing sound. “I’m sorry!” The young girl blushed still between bites.

Mishu smiled warmly and stretched her hands out at her sides as she spoke, speaking through them with grand gestures. “No harm done, little one. While Shida is a Nuzleaf now, she started as a small Seedot. They’re found deep within forested areas like Ilex Forest! They live up high in tall trees.” She stated. Mishu was brimming with facts, though she bit some of them off to make it easier for the kids to understand her. The hungry little child stared up with bright blue eyes brimming with curiosity. “Wow!” She exclaimed in a loud voice, her small body trembling with anticipation. “Did you climb a tree to find her?” She asked, still chattering away.

Oliver stretched out on the grass nearby and yawned softly. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, uninterested in the general conversations of those small humans who seemed to never shut up. It was amazing that Mishu put up with them at all. He had sharp nails and long, pointed teeth. If they ran over to him and started tugging away at his ears, he’d bite down quick and remind them to keep their distance. However, just growling when one strayed too close was enough. Followed by Mishu’s careful warning and quick scolding, Oliver simply picked himself up off the ground and trotted a good distance away. This was a waste of his time anyways.

Blondie leaped up high in the water’s fountain and splashed down fast, slapping the surface with her long fins. Large droplets sprayed everywhere, hitting a small bug with a large mushroom on its back. It crawled out of the grass, twiddling its two long pinchers together nervously, muttering strange syllables underneath its breath. “They’re going to be everywhere. Oh dear, oh me, oh my!” It huffed, taking in large breaths of air to try and steady itself. It staggered a bit on its feet and swayed, almost collapsing on the ground. Tool rushed out of nowhere and lunged at Paras, trying to catch it before it could fall on the ground and help it back up to its feet. “Hey…hey…hey! Little buddy, what’s the matter?! What’s got you so upset?!” He chirped away in alarm. “Hey…you’re practically hyperventilating, you know.” Blondie added on from the sidelines.

Set at Day

WORD COUNT: 617 words
OOC: Sending out Blondie THEN switching to Tool. Second round, using Lunge! If battle ends please use mod bar on Blondie!

^{Mishu | Ziggy | Tool | Blondie | Flyleaf | Oliver | Civet}

[Tarlar]

The paras accidently let out a cloud of poisonous spores when Tool grabbed it, but the lokix ignored the burning sensation and brought it to safety.

Tool wasn't to let a bit of poison stop him, he gains (18*50) 900 exp! (900/1950)


Blondie has successfully fished out another pokemon and grows +2 levels to [Lv 18]!

[Caramell 🍬]

 
MISHU MIZUMA
Dark Type Trainer •
Education / Science

The corners of her bright honey hued eyes curved in a smile, laughter breeching her lips. Amusement spun from the small child’s questions, causing Mishu to take the time to gently explain how she lucked upon Flyleaf during her travels along the region when the earth-colored sapling with strong upper arms and thick legs was just a small acorn. She’d battled and captured the Pokemon same as any other, though she lucked out on not needing to scale the tallest trees or have one of her Pokemon repetitively slam its head against their roughened bark to knock one loose. The child’s mother would thank the Dark Type educator, warm cashew-hued hands clasped around her daughter’s small, chubby fingers, and bid the educator a fond farewell.

Tool coughed and wheezed through the spores that filled the air. Pain surged through his elongated body. Long, thin black antennas with two horizontal green stripes near their ends wiggled cautiously, while his rich amber eyes closed tightly. He placed one of his clawed hands, cupped into a tight fist, against his mouth and coughed profusely. With the other fist, Tool would bang gently against his hardened shell casing of a chest, its striking black hues a backdrop against the steel blues just below. Paras apologized profusely, though Tool would only wave one clawed hand and shake his head firmly. There was no need for apologies as even the Lokix knew the attack was an accident.

Mishu raised herself up from the ground, rich ebony hands stretching their fingertips out wide before dusting off her knees and turned towards the pathway that led away from the National Park. The event was nearly underway. Some spectators gathered, wide-eyed as they stared into the grasses, both tall and short that surrounded the breathtaking water fountain whose expansive size offered a decent jog for some around its perimeter. The waters cascaded nearly the length of a two-story house up into the air, before curling back as beautifully and crashing down against their own surface at the bottom. Mishu wasn’t interested in remaining for the event.

Bug types usually created a mess for her own specialty, giving them an unnecessary struggle when she
wasn’t actively studying them in their natural habitat. She wasn’t interested in testing the waters. Those that would soon flood through the gates, ravenous eyes searching through every blade while anxious hands pawed at and overturned every rock, in their fervor to find the best Bug Pokemon they could possibly get their grubby paws on. It was a wonderful event for Bug enthusiasts the world over, with some even flying in just for their Autumn events in hopes of finding a rare and elusive metallic ant that was rumored to scurry about through the tall emerald blades. Civet cried just before they pushed through those same large double-doors that led into the National Park, causing Mishu to spin on her heels.

Beside the small black-and-white bear were several wrapper strewn about. Mishu’s bright amber hues darkened with a cloudy, worried expression. She immediately dropped to her feet and placed the backside of her hand against the panda’s forehead, checking Civet’s temperature with a quiet observation. A strange, sticky paste coated her face with sweet, bready crumbs around the edges of her lips. She’d obviously managed to snatch some candy for herself, causing the Dark Type educator to fret uncontrollably. In a moment of pure desperation, Mishu scooped the small cub up in both hands and booked it through the large double-doors, tearing down the long, winding pathway back to the nearest Pokemon Center. Hopefully, Nurse Joy would be able to treat her ailing friend and get Civet feeling right once more!

Set at Day

WORD COUNT: 615 words
OOC: Finishing thread and ICly linking to Civet's level gains!

^{Mishu | Ziggy | Tool | Blondie | Flyleaf | Oliver | Civet}