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Post by Pixel on May 21, 2024 6:15:47 GMT 11
The rich boy was pale and breathing quickly. He could see his bodyguards in the trap and Ares in a crumpled heap nearby. Help wasn't coming. He quivered and scrambled away from the pinsir as it drew closer to menace him. His breaths came in short little wheezing gasps and his eyes were wide with terror. He floundered backward, rumbling his once crisp suit. What was he going to do? "Y-you want my precious Claudine? N-no. You can't have her! W-we will f-fight." Except, his meowth was nowhere near as strong as that staravia. "You will regret this, villain!" His voice leapt up and cracked as he tossed a pokeball. The target emerged from the ball with a 'mrrrow!'. "Protect me, Claudine! Time to be the hero!"
Rich Boy Jake Roswell sent out [LV 10] Claudine!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on May 22, 2024 12:28:59 GMT 11
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Caribes would find their target a sniveling, cowering mess of blabbering thoughts they couldn’t possibly make good on. Jake stumbled over his words as though his tongue was tied into tight knots, causing the elderly gent to roll their eyes in exasperation. This was the rich boy that caused them so much frustration and trouble? This was the suave and debonair brat who couldn’t be persuaded to follow a rare encounter from the area they were in, because Spinda’s day in the sun had long since passed now that they’d managed to discover literally thousands of species of Pokémon? What a waste.
“You’re wasting your breath and my patience, brat.” Caribes snapped as the blonde fellow pulled out a small red-and-white sphere and called the whiskery feline out. Caribes huffed in annoyance as the kid preached about criminality and becoming a hero. Had he stayed up one too many school nights watching reruns of Gligarman or something?! Did he really believe the words he spouted or was Jake trying to give Caribes word vomit as some pathetic attempt to scare the rocket recruit off? It wouldn’t work. “There’s no knight in shining armor to save you.” They snapped firmly, turning to the large brown beetle that they’d had keep the teenager at bay previously and nodded their head towards Jake.
“Scissorhands, you’re up first!” He quick, gruff voice. They plan was a careful one where Caribes suspected the feline had a trick or two up its furry hide, though they couldn’t quite place their finger on what. Warm terracotta irises narrowed on the cream-colored Meowth with brown mittens on its hind paws for markings, as well as a brown tail tip. “Bind that pathetic bag of fur and hold it still! If it refuses to stay still then grip the little f[--]er until it stops moving!” They rubbed their hands over their forehead and across the top of their head with a heavy sigh.
They were letting this mere child get to them. That was in poor taste. Calm, cool, collected. Caribes pulled a smile on the edges of their lips, though it was cracked around the edges, and turned to young Jake once more. “It is not generally in my nature to use more force than is necessary.” Caribes informed quickly, an eyes flickering from Jake to the cat and back. “You do not have to be harmed in the midst of all this. If you just forget about all of this and let me have your precious Claudine, I’ll probably forget that there’s a kid here I need to silence permanently.” Would it be enough to persuade Jake, though? Would the small child simply give up the ghost without a fight?
Scissorhands’ eyes widened with what could only be described as ‘stars’ in his eyes. Though normally small irises whose hues were impossible to tell, they were like saucers swimming in the sea of whites that made up the eyeballs. “Oh, look at you!” He clasped his three-clawed hands together and wiggled on the tips of his clawed feet as though he were smitten by Cupid himself. “Such a beautiful tail that it pales in comparison to any other I’ve ever seen! And those whiskers?! Do all Meowth have such gorgeously long whiskers or are you truly just that special?! Also, who does your fur? It looks like it’s absolutely glowing!” Scissorhands asked, running over to Claudine in an attempt to snatch her up in his thick pincers and bind her to the spot. He’d then try to grip onto her as tightly and securely as possible, as well, hoping to keep her pinned to the spot.
OOC: Sending out Scissorhands and using (1) Bind and then (2) Vise Grip!
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Post by antonius on May 27, 2024 7:17:08 GMT 11
The rich kid looked at the guy in the white suit and the pinsir before him. He tries to calm down by taking deep breaths but it helps little. The thought of losing his precious meowth kept going through his mind. Scissorhands the Pinsir challenges Claudine the Meowth. Scissorhands use bind and grab the meowth in the tightest grip possible. All the meowth can get out is a growl at the pinsir. Scissorhands then proceed to squeeze even harder using a vise grip. Claudine face turns purple as the meowth eyes roll back and slump over towards the pinsir. Upon seeing the unconscious meowth, Scissorhands lets go of the meowth. The little rich boy starts quivering in his shoes with knees knocking and hands to his face in fear and disbelief. He knew his meowth wasn't as strong as the staravia but for it to be knocked out in two hits is shocking. "I...I...lost. What are you going to do now you wretched man? This meowth is precious to me even if it is a weak one. Could I offer to give you money instead?" Jake looked around with hopes that someone would come to his rescue at the very last second but no one was around. There wasn't even a wild Pokemon he could attempt to persuade this mean man to capture instead. "What will my parents think? I can't keep a pet. Any plants I try to grow turn brown within two weeks. Any boys my age seem to lose interest or run away from me." Tears starts forming at Jake's eyes as he is so distraught over the loss of the battle and condition of his Pokemon as well as his parents' reaction. Wild Encounter Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"] Claudine LV 10 HP 0% [0/31]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani/meowth.gif) [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"] Pkmn Name LV 15 HP 100% [49/49]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] ![](https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/ani-back/pinsir.gif) Claudine [Pickup]: Status Scissorhands [Mold Breaker]: Status SP35 Scissorhands used bind!r2cqv87dp_1-100 (1-85 success, 86-100 fail) It is a critical bind!! SP26 Claudine used growl!
SP35 Scissorhands used vise grip! SP26 Claudine used KOed!
OOC: Mewoth moves: Scratch, feint, growl, fake out Sciccorhands +1 level, 15 -> 16, can learn bug bite if you forget a move Caribes wins 10 TR Prestige Points and a Slow Poke Tail (updated), a possible steal of Claudine the Meowth Caramell, I'm not sure where you are keeping track of the TR Prestige Points so I'll let you update that. 1-100
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on May 29, 2024 4:55:05 GMT 11
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Caribes had hardly any expressions to call the moment they felt. Was it a strange, sick sort of happiness that filled every fiber of their being? Some type of resolve that felt better knowing that they’d managed to finally bring this whole charade to an end? Or some other, sick feeling that wrapped its slick, black tendrils around their heart and pulled it down into the abyss. “You know, kid…here’s the thing about life…” Caribes turned those warm terracotta hues to Jake, whose terrified blue irises stared into the darkening seas of Caribes’ churning mind and gasped in alarm.
“There ain’t no happy endin’ to life. Your money…it’s good…” They snagged the small Poke Ball up in their hands and turned it over thoughtfully with a hum. Claudine was in no shape to fight. The bodyguards were securely bound and kept at bay. The sounds of sirens feeling the dead air in the distance, though low as a hum you could barely pick up on at first, was enough to tell Caribes they needed to scram as fast as they possibly could, before the police arrived. They called Claudine back into her ball with the click of a button. “…but it’s not good enough…”
Caribes stalked through the tall tangle of wild grasses once more whilst spinning the small red-and-white orb in their hand. They’d managed the ridiculous mission, so they could easily return to their world – pulling the face mask off and rubbing away some of the makeup they’d used to help obscure their age. More theatrics at work, though they used the world as their stage instead. What could possibly be so special about this specific Meowth? Caribes pushed their way into headquarters’ base and up to their admin, dumping the small spherical device on his desk.
“Look, I did as you asked. Where’s my end?” The admin laughed with a rather grand gesture as he waved his hand in the air. “Of course, man! Just as soon as we’re sure she’s legit. Can’t have any old Meowth posing to be the real, deal, Claudine!” One of his goons popped out of the shadows, took the ball, and scurried off. When the man returned, a firm nod of his head and confirmation in the genuineness of the cat in question, the Admin’s smile brightened. He pulled out a small Slowpoke Tail and handed it over. “Looks like we’ll have our eye on you…” Caribes left on that ominous note, not letting it bother them too much. This was Team Rocket we’re talking about, after all!
OOC: Finished!
Words: 433 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle antonius Prestige is tracked on their Application when they joined. TR Caribes' Application for instance.
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