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Post by Tiki on Jul 9, 2024 13:04:27 GMT 11
"You're not much of a lady for barging into people's space!" The opponent protested back, justifying his own action. Then, when seeing the girl's Passimian stepping up into the battle after his fainted Sneasel, he got more agitated. "That's the Darmanitan thing! Zubat, use Supersonic!"The Zubat fluttered around, trying to find a good spot to emit annoying sounds at the mammal. While it was adjusting in the air, the Passimian had already dug up some decently sized chunks of rocks, and hurled them at the flying Pokemon. The poor unfortunate Zubat had hit every one of them in a very bad attempt to dodge all of them. The flying Rattata fell on the ground and passed out. Hunter Travis groaned disappointedly and returned his Zubat, and then tried to dart out of the area. However, he was quickly stopped by officers. as he slammed into somebody else instead. "Stop! Do not move!" Officer Jenny's voice boomed through a typical megaphone. The Pokemon abuser tried to run the other way, but was also quickly grabbed and capture. Officer Jenny approached Clementine. "Thank you for stalling this man for us!" She then grabbed a pouch of coins from her pocket, as the coins clinked against each other enticingly, and handed it to the younger woman.. "These are your rewards, thank you for helping us! We'll take care of him now."
![](http://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/gen5/passimian.png) Passimian gained 2 levels! Now Level 14! +1 happiness, now +1! Hunter Travis was defeated! +1000 Pokedollars Would Clementine explore the other two paths?
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Post by Venominon on Jul 9, 2024 19:42:03 GMT 11
Rather than get angry or frightened when Travis raised his voice at her, Clementine instead looked rather confused, tilting her head to one side and holding a finger under her mouth. "But aren't we in the middle of a forest right now? This is public space, isn't it?" The undead trainer questioned out loud, pointing out one of the obvious flaws in Travis' enraged statement. And of course, Riolu was also ready with a retort of her own. "And even if it wasn't, this loser is a criminal, remember? Even if this place was his, he probably stole it or got it through some kind of trickery or dirty dealings." Despite her young age, the blue puppy had a very good head on her shoulders, showing absolutely no sympathy to the poacher before her.
And clearly, Passimian had no sympathy to offer Travis either. The same could be said about the bad man's Zubat, as it was quickly crushed under the weight of the boulders the primate dug up. With the battle now over, Passimian grabbed his precious coconut once again, tossing it up and down in his hands as he savored his latest victory. "So much for your Flying type, huh, tough guy?" The Teamwork Pokemon said to Travis in a tone filled with mockery, then snickered to himself a little bit on top of that. After that, Passimian turned his attention towards the caged Houndour, making his way over to said cage, grabbing onto the bars with one hand, and yanking the door right off of the cage in one good pull.
"You and your pups had better get out of here while the gettin' is good." Passimian said to the mother Houndour and her pups, seeing that Travis had no other Pokemon to try and stop them with. And therefore, the coast was clear for the family of Dark Pokemon to find sanctuary. Clem smiled happily at this, then made her way over to Passimian, giving him a hug and another kiss on the cheek, making him smile and blush as a result. "Thanks for doing that, Passimian. I hope they'll be able to live much happier lives now." Unfortunately, Clem and her Pokemon didn't have much time to enjoy this touching moment, as Travis attempted to make a run for it.
Thankfully, the police showed up just in time, stopping the criminal in his tracks and presenting Clem with a rather generous sum of money. "Oh wow...Thanks, officer. It was no trouble at all, really." The Galarian trainer smiled at Officer Jenny, tucking the money away into her bag for later. Clem, Riolu, and Passimian then watched as Travis was taken into custody, with Clem giving him a friendly smile and wave as he was shoved into the back of one of their cars. Once the police had gone, Clem called Passimian back to his Pokeball, then she and Riolu doubled back, making it back to the site of their triple battle with the Houndour pack and choosing to explore the middle path this time around.
"So, we're really still doing this, huh?" Riolu questioned her trainer, putting her paws behind her head as the strolled down the middle path side by side. As always, Clem smiled, not at all bothered by Riolu's attitude, nodding at her small companion in confirmation. "Of course. I mean, I don't see why not. Sure, the last path led to trouble, but we all made it out okay, didn't we? Plus, you and Passimian got stronger, and we got some money too." The silver-haired trainer started humming an upbeat tune, staying true to her usual, carefree nature. "Hmph. You sure you wouldn't be happier training a Ludicolo instead of me?" Riolu questioned her trainer, but said trainer was already far too lost in her own little world to register any pessimistic comments.
OOC: Clem chooses to search the middle path this time.
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Post by Pixel on Jul 14, 2024 4:42:09 GMT 11
Clem backtracked into Cherrygrove. It would be a little harder to find houndour prints after so long, but with some effort and a bit of recollection of exactly which ways the pups scatter, she would end up wandering towards an open plaza area in town. This place was likely used for festivals and other events, with the open space and infrastructure for stalls and the like. Today there was a tent set up—perhaps for some kind of show later? It was all closed up, no signs of patrons being permitted in to watch yet. However, outside the tent was a young man who was nervously peeking inside and then around, as if searching for someone.
Then he spotted Clem and his eyes got real big. He swallowed and then hurried up to her like he just had to get something off his chest, "Are...are you a trainer? I...the police are dealing with some big name poacher in the area so they haven't responded to my calls about this situation, but maybe you could help? There have been a lot of rumors lately about pokemon abuse and poaching rings and stuff...and I'm not much of a fighter. But I think one of the problem people is here in this tent. He 'trains' pokemon, but..." He shook his head. "I just...maybe I'm imagining things, but could you maybe look into it?"
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Post by Venominon on Jul 14, 2024 14:31:30 GMT 11
Even with their ability to sense aura, it took Clem and Riolu a good twenty minutes to locate and track the second Houndour's footprints to their source. But as soon as they did, the pair was both surprised and confused by what they saw. Clem was surprised, and Riolu was confused. "Oh! Fun! I think the circus is in town! Let's get tickets! C'mon, Riolu! Pretty please?!" Clementine gained a big, bright new smile upon her face, looking upon the large tent with excitement and sparkles in her eyes, almost forgetting the main reason they came to that area in the first place. Almost. "Focus, zombie. We're here to find out why a Houndour was so upset. Not waste time watching stupid tricks that have been done to death already and you can see on the internet for free anyway."
"Besides, it looks like this place isn't even open to the public yet. Or something more sinister is going on here. If you'd lose the stupid sparkles in your eyes for five seconds, you'd see that there's quite a bit of hostility and fear emanating from this tent." Riolu explained to her trainer after a good facepalm, trying to get her refocused on the mission at hand and pointing out the sheer number of negative emotions coming from the tent itself. And that's when Clem snapped out of it, looking upon the big top with her Lucario eye shining with aura, followed by a gasp of pure horror leaving her lips a split second later. "AH!...This is terrible! Circuses are supposed to make people happy and bring smiles to their faces! Who would use it for such awful things?!" The silver-haired young woman shouted out with tears in her eyes, finding it extremely hard to believe that such evil could really exist in this world.
"I don't know, but yell a little louder why don't you? Maybe the evil mastermind will come out and greet us like the poacher did." Riolu said in an annoyed and half sarcastic tone, attempting to remind Clem that they still had the element of surprise on their side. But before Clem could respond to Riolu's latest put down, that was when she and Riolu noticed the young man outside the tent. The Fighting type duo kept their guard up, as the young man approached them with a request, hearing him out before saying or doing anything else. One of the first things they noticed was when he mentioned the poacher, not too surprised to hear that the cops were still preoccupied with Travis for the moment. Still, they thought it best not to mention that to the young man before them, waiting for him to finish speaking before giving him their introduction.
"Okay, first of all, yeah. I'm a trainer. My name's Clementine Nightingale, but that's kind of a mouthful. So, just Clem is fine. And this here is my partner, Riolu." Clem spoke to the young man with a friendly smile and tone of voice, gesturing to Riolu at the same time. However, Riolu folded her paws in front of her and said nothing, knowing that this new human wouldn't be able to understand her anyway. "Anyway, nope. Not your imagination. This place has a terrible aura about it. It's dripping with negativity. But don't worry. My Pokemon and I should be able to handle it. C'mon, Riolu. Let's go save the day again." Maintaining her smile and optimism levels, the Galarian female approached the tent and made her way inside to have a look around, with Riolu following right alongside her, ready to act if Clem got herself into trouble again.
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Post by Marchbaby on Jul 18, 2024 13:10:01 GMT 11
As Clem made her way started to look around near the tent it was not long before the sounds of painful howls led her towards the far side of the tent. Upon reaching the other side she could see a man holding a whip and a Houndour struggling to stand next time him. " You stupid mutt, you are worthless to me if you cannot perform well in contests. If you cannot be useful to me with your contest performance I will sell your hide to at least get something out of it." Before he could get another word out a Glameow who had been hiding behind a nearby box taking a nap walked up to him and rubbed it's face against him while purring. " Ah my sweet Whiskers, unlike this pathetic creature you are quite the opposite. I wish Houndour had half the usefulness you do. Mutt you could learn a thing or two from sweet WHiskers here." He then smacked the hound with his whip yet again. Before he could take any action Whiskers noticed Clem in the distance and hissed at her. Rod turned around after hearing the hiss and noticed her as well before quickly losing his cool. " What are you doing here pest? This is private property and you have no business here. Oh what is this? A Riolu? Tell you what you hand over that Riolu and I will let you leave unscathed. It must be more useful than this worthless Houndour." As he waited for an answer Whiskers walked closer to Clem and extended her claws. She was more than ready to lash out if Clem tried anything other than what her master said. She would do everything in her power not to disappoint him unlike the Houndour as she did not want to end up like it. " Well what will it be? I do not have all day as I am quite a busy man. If you turn down my generous offer Whiskers here will make you regret such a foolish decision so for your sake I would take my offer while you can. Of course I am more than happy beating you senseless before taking that RIolu if you prefer the violent option." Whiskers then let out one final hiss before waiting to see what Clem would choose. One way or another the feline was more than ready to show off her loyalty. ![](https://johtophoto.com/sprites/trainers/acetrainer-gen4dp.png) ![](https://serebii.net/blackwhite/pokemon/431.png) Coordinator Rod sends Whiskers (Level 10) to collect Riolu. Will you let her take it or will you battle? If you choose to battle please select a Pokemon.
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Post by Venominon on Jul 18, 2024 16:24:11 GMT 11
Although the ability to sense aura was very handy, it never hurt to fall back on your original five senses from time to time. A fact that both Clem and Riolu would come to learn, as they found nothing on one side of the tent and soon heard the sounds of pained howls coming from the opposite side. Instantly gaining the attention of both Fighting type trainer and Pokemon alike, the two turned their bodies and proceeded to follow the howls to their source. From there, it wasn't long before one familiar aura signature, as well as two new ones, appeared in their respective fields of vision. And one among them was very angry and corrupted. Seeing this, both Clem and Riolu picked up the pace, making sure to keep their wits about them this time around though.
Arriving on the scene, Clem and Riolu watched the coordinator from behind some boxes at first, with Clem's Lucario eye glowing brilliantly. As soon as she saw this, Riolu let out an exasperated sigh, knowing full well what this meant. "Urgh...She's doing it again. Oh joy." The small blue pup's sarcastic remark fell upon deaf ears, as Clem was far too busy taking a peek into Rod's emotions and watching as he clearly favored his Glameow over his Houndour. Unfortunately, the dark-skinned trainer didn't get very much time to do this, as the sounds of hissing reached her ears not even two minutes later. With that, their cover was blown, and Clem and Riolu slowly came out of hiding, meeting Rod and Whiskers head on.
As she listened to Rod's offer, Clementine couldn't help but start feeling more than a little upset herself, looking over at the other trainer with a mixture of hurt and displeasure upon her face. All the while, her Lucario eye continued to glow. "Well, let's see. First of all, we're here because a very concerned young man told us about what you've been doing. And quite frankly, we don't approve. You shouldn't be so mean to your Houndour. If they don't meet your expectations, then that's on you. Not them. Pokemon only do what their trainers ask of them. Whenever my Pokemon and I lose a battle, I'm always the one who apologizes to them. My Pokemon sometimes apologize to me too, but I always insist that they really don't have to."
"And secondly, I'm afraid I can't give you my dear Riolu. And it's not just because of how cruel you can be to your Pokemon. It's also because despite how she behaves, Riolu is still precious to me. She was a gift from my sweet sister before I left home to start my journey, and I'd never give her away to anyone for any price. I'd sooner throw myself off of another cliff and die all over again. And on that note..." Clem's tone became a bit darker as she spoke, with her own aura turning a dark shade of red right along with it, as she looked down at Whiskers and slowly reached for a Pokeball from her bag. "If you're trying to threaten me, then you'll have to do much better than that."
"I've already stared death in the face once! And now, nothing seems to scare me anymore! Nothing except the thought of losing my Pokemon, especially to someone like you! Now, if it's a fight you want, then fine! I choose you, Scraggy!" With the volume of her voice increasing, right alongside her aura and the level of darkness inside of it, Clem tossed a Pokeball down onto the ground between herself and Whiskers. The red and white ball burst open in a bright flash of light, and a single Pokemon appeared from said light. A Pokemon with almost as much darkness as Clem had at this very moment in time. "EEK! New faces! Please don't look at me! I beg of you!" Of course, Scraggy was still terribly shy, screaming out loud, blushing hard, and hiding her face in her extra folds of skin. All in the space of two seconds.
"No time for that now, Scraggy! I'm sorry, but this person threatened to take Riolu away from us! And now, they must be punished with one of your Drain Punch attacks! Actually, one doesn't really seem like enough! Better make it two!" Clem's dark and angry aura was starting to boil over, as the glow from her Lucario eye changed from blue to red, and any wild Pokemon in the area ran for their lives, sensing pure danger and fear emanating from the Galarian girl. "Eep! Uhhh...Okay, Clem. If that's what you want." Scraggy had only seen Clem like this one other time and knew better than to go against her wishes when she was like this, gathering her courage and charging right for Whiskers with her right fist clenched tightly and ready to strike. All the while, Riolu continued to look up at her trainer, clearly very shocked, as this was her very first-time seeing Clem in this state.
OOC: Running Shoes used. Two Drain Punches.
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Post by Pixel on Jul 23, 2024 2:18:33 GMT 11
"Rather die, hm? That could be arranged," Rod muttered with an annoyed look. "Besides, how I train MY useless houndour is MY business. Why interfere? Why risk life and limb for that THING that cannot even get a simple routine right?" He adjusted his grip on his whip. "Whiskers, why don't you go prove my point! Turn her pokemon into playthings with your paws!" The glameow lunged at his command, all sleek elegance and grace. She ignored the prattling other pokemon and female trainer in favor of prowling close to the scrafty that faced her as her challenger. Oh, this would be EASY. She looked delightfully SQUISHY. She cocked back an arm and she responded by slapping both paws onto Scrafty's head, effectively boxing her 'ears' and stunning her momentarily. She preened as she staggered. Licked a paw. Then just as Scrafty started to recover, she unsheathed her claws and whipped them across Scrafty's face, cutting deep gouges that bled. Rod laughed. Look at his perfect Whiskers. Even fighting types stood no chance! However...that fighting type knew an unsettlingly powerful move for its level. She cocked back her arm again and BAM. ONESHOT! The poor Glameow didn't stand a chance!!! She slammed into the ground, out cold. Rod paled, the blood in his face draining to his feet. No. NO! His face contorted into a furious sneer, he drew back his whip, ready to crack it down onto Clem when suddenly, a bright light flashed into the tent with a call for everyone to 'FREEZE'. Suddenly police were rushing in and Rod was tackled to the ground and cuffed. Clem was ushered outside as they handled things, leaving her with Sammy. He smiled, eyes bright, "You were so cool! Thank you for helping...I... I guess maybe I should have been more patient. Apparently that Poacher was caught earlier, so they were getting ready to help out here...but... still. You helped. Even at risk to your own life." He held out a sleek black pokeball. "Here. Take this. I make them and sell them out of the pokemart in town. It's called a luxury ball and a pokemon who is housed in one grows closer to its trainer even faster than one in a normal ball."
![](https://johtophoto.com/sprites/items/luxuryball.png) Sammy gave you a luxury ball for your help!
There is one last path left. Will you explore the center path?
Scraggy gained +2 LVs and grew to LV 13 Scraggy is trying to learn Sand Attack. Forget a move? +1 happiness
Glameow used fake out. Scraggy flinched. Glameow used scratch! Scraggy used drain punch and healed up to full.
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Post by Venominon on Jul 23, 2024 22:09:07 GMT 11
As Rod continued to chew Clem out, the trainer from Galar said nothing and just continued to glare at the coordinator with the very same look in her eyes that Death himself would likely give one of his victims. All the while, her Lucario eye continued to shine with a very dark aura. If Rod could see Clem's aura at that very moment, he'd likely run for his life, find himself a place to hide, and start praying that Clem wouldn't find him. However, unlike him, Riolu was able to see aura clear as day, and the small Pokemon couldn't believe her eyes. Her normally calm, cheerful, kind, fun-loving, and mildly ditzy trainer now possessed the aura of some kind of evil spirit. Did Clem always have this side to her? Riolu wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure what to make of this revelation as a whole either.
Scraggy sure seemed to know what to make of it though, using the fear of her own trainer's dark powers as motivation to get this battle over and done with as quickly as possible. And as unsavory as it was, it worked like a charm, with Scraggy knocking Whiskers to the ground with only one hit. "Phew!...Thank Arceus it's over. Bye, Riolu." The Shedding Pokemon breathed a quick sigh of relief, then retreated back to her Pokeball as fast as she could all on her own, hoping that Clem would be back to her usual self by the time she got called upon again. "Hey, wait a minute, Scraggy! Get back out here! What the heck is going on with the zombie?! If you know, then tell me!" Riolu flinched when Scraggy suddenly disappeared inside of her Pokeball, trying to call her back out to get some answers, but it was no use. The Dark/Fighting type was long gone.
And speaking of "long gone", that's exactly what Rod was when the cops showed up, with Clem watching the whole time as they took the scoundrel away. Even though she was still in her dark aura state, Clem listened when the police told her to leave the area, with Riolu following her trainer out. And then, just as Sammy approached the two of them, Clem's Lucario eye stopped glowing and her aura returned to normal. Like it was never different in the first place. "Oh! Well, thank you very much, Sammy. And you're very welcome too. It was no big deal. I'm just glad that you, that Houndour, and all the other Pokemon that Rod guy was abusing are okay now." Clem said to Sammy in a friendly and cheerful tone of voice, with a bright smile to match, accepting the Luxury Ball from him and placing it into her bag.
Naturally, this only raised further questions within Riolu, as she looked up at her trainer with the most flabbergasted facial expression she had ever had in her entire short life. Able to sense Riolu's stares, Clem looked down at her youngest Pokemon, offering her a friendly smile too. "Something wrong, Riolu? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." The pure Fighting type wasn't sure how to respond to that in the slightest, taking a few minutes to try and collect her thoughts. "Uhhh...I think so...but I'm not really sure...What about you, zombie? Are you okay?" Riolu questioned the undead trainer, then narrowed her eyes slightly, checking for any subtle changes in Clementine's aura as she answered.
However, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Clem's aura was the same as it's always been from the moment Riolu hatched from her egg, as she smiled and nodded at her beloved Pokemon companion. "Awww, it's sweet of you to ask, Riolu. But I'm perfectly fine. Really. Why do you ask? Did something happen?" It was Clem's turn to ask questions after that, tilting her head slightly as she waited patiently for the Emanation Pokemon's response. "It's uhhh...not important now. C'mon. Let's head back to the clearing. There's still one more Houndour to track down." Doing her best to push this whole situation out of her mind, Riolu turned, starting to head back to the clearing where the triple battle took place, with Clem happily following right alongside her once more. "Okay! Right behind you, Riolu!"
OOC: Clem and Riolu choose to search the final path to see where it leads. And I'll pass on teaching Scraggy Sand Attack. Thanks.
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Post by Pixel on Jul 28, 2024 4:06:34 GMT 11
With some effort and searching, they got back to where they last saw the houndour running off from. From there, with the aura reading and visual observation, they spotted those prints heading off out of town once again. This path actually went quite far—the town looked quite small after they traveled for a time—and soon they found themselves traveling alongside rolling farmland. As pretty as it was, after all that Clem saw back in Cherry, if there was some deep, dark, ominous secret lurking and looming out here in these cheery green pastures. "Oh, hello traveler!" called out a voice. An older man with sun roughened skin and overalls waved cheerfully from where he stood near the border of his property, repairing the fence. He look at her pokemon for a moment in a curious, thoughtful way, lacking the greed of the other two miscreants they met today. "Say, little miss, might I bother you with a problem I am having? Yous look like a trainer and your pokemon are really happy and healthy lookin'." He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheerful expression waning. "Y'see, I want all of my pokemon to be happy and healthy, so I try to give'm the best diet possible, plenty of nutrition and all that, but one of my pokemon started actin' all funny after I changed up their dinner. Got all grumpy and started runnin' off. Y'think you could look over what I am feedin' my houndour and tell me if you see anything that might upset their stomach or somethin'? It'd be a real help." As if assuming Clem would agree to help, he went inside his house, leaving the gate open for Clem to follow, and emerged with a tray. "This here is their dinner..." See anything that would make houndour act that way?
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Post by Venominon on Jul 29, 2024 14:00:32 GMT 11
It ended up taking the better part of an hour for Clem and Riolu to track down the location of the final Houndour, but Clem was determined to see this mission through to the end. True, all this walking around was beginning to take its toll on her, with her feet and legs starting to feel like jello. But the trainer from Galar still did her very best to ignore it and push on, her feelings of wanting to do the right thing far outweighing her feelings of fatigue. Still, neither Clem nor Riolu could shake the feeling that there was something ominous lurking in the woods around Cherrygrove City, able to faintly pick up on it with their abilities to sense aura. However, in Riolu's case, the only ominous thing that she was able to focus on was Clem herself, occasionally stealing glances at her undead trainer as they continued their hike through farm country.
If the small blue puppy was being completely honest, she simply couldn't relax at all after witnessing Clem's dark side with her own two eyes. If anything was ominous and unnatural in Johto, it was definitely Clementine Nightingale. At least as far as Riolu was concerned. Hopefully, when she got a chance to talk to some of Clem's other Pokemon, they could help shed some light on this whole situation. But that would have to wait, as both Clem and Riolu heard the sound of a brand-new voice, turning their heads to see a friendly farmer. Probably the ONLY friendly face they had seen since this whole side quest started. Straight away, Clem returned the farmer's greeting with one of her own, smiling and waving back at him. "Hi there, sir! Sorry to drop in uninvited, but we're here on some important business!"
And as it turned out, their important business concerned the farmer too, as the man voiced his request to the silver-haired trainer and her Fighting type companion. Checking out his aura as he spoke, Clem and Riolu were able to tell right away that the Pokemon he spoke of was definitely the final Houndour. Thankfully, this Houndour wasn't being abused by its trainer, but this particular situation was still rather troubling to say the least. "Hmmm...Okay, I think I understand. We'll certainly do our very best to help." Clem assured the farmer with another friendly smile, then she and Riolu followed him into his farmhouse to proceed with the mission at hand. Almost immediately after entering his house, they spotted the remaining Houndour, still looking more than a little irritable.
"Easy, puppy. Don't be starting what you can't finish. Especially twice in the same day." Riolu warned the Dark Pokemon, narrowing her eyes at it and taking a fighting stance, ready to battle if the need arose. Fortunately for both parties, that didn't happen, as the farmer returned with a tray of food items. From there, Clem grabbed each item off the tray one by one, and without even a small hint of fear or hesitation, she held the items up to Houndour. She then waited patiently to see Houndour's reactions and aura to each item, reaching a conclusion after about five minutes. "Okay, I think I've got it. It's the Revival Herb. Your Houndour can't stand the bitter, dry taste of it at all. No matter how many berries you use to try and hide the flavor with." Clem faced the farmer and held up the Revival Herb as she spoke, doing so in a tone filled with sympathy for the Dark/Fire type.
OOC: Clem goes with the Revival Herb as her answer to this problem.
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Aug 4, 2024 2:09:04 GMT 11
Clem was a polite young lady. It warmed the elderly man’s heart and gave him hope for the future generation that would eventually inherit the earth. “Thank you so much! Please, follow me inside. She’s in there now, though she looks like she needs a rest most of all.” He stated, waltzing inside of his house. It was a simple home, with simple furnishings. A small table sat in the center of the dining room with some wooden chairs pressed against its edges. A lone couch sat in the living room facing an old box television set that took two strong men to move. “Please, have a seat while I gather it up.” He gestured to the couch with a smile. Houndour remained on a soft pet bed, its eyes locked firmly on Riolu and Clem. It pulled its lips back in a vicious snarl, ears flattened against its head. When Riolu warned Houndour, her face glowered. “My stomach just hurts, ok?! This old man keeps feeding me the same food. And while it tastes really good, it hurts my stomach!” Houndour barked angrily. Clem was quick as a whip once the farmer managed to procure his usual dinner feedings. As soon as she picked out the Revival Herb, the farmer stared in disbelief. “Ya don’t say? I must look like a plum fool!” He removed the herb and combined the rest of the ingredients into a bowl, feeding his pup. Houndour’s tail wagged enthusiastically, a wide smile over her face as she gobbled it up. That was so much better! “Well, would’ja look’a there! It worked! Hang on now, miss, before ya go. Ok?” The farmer disappeared into his kitchen. Cabinets opened and shut with soft thuds. Some glasses clinked loudly together. Whilst the farmer worked at getting something for Clem’s troubles, Houndour tucked her tail between her legs and hung her head low in shame. “Listen I…I’m so sorry for my behavior before. Please, make sure your trainer understands how grateful I am for her help…” The farmer appeared shortly after, three glass bottles full of milk in hand. “Here you go. For your troubles. And please…I insist. As my way of sayin’ thanks.” He passed them over to her with a grateful smile. The Farmer is grateful for Clem's help! ![](https://johtophoto.com/sprites/trainers/rancher.png) She gains +3 Moomoo milk for all of her help! Inventory: 0 > 3
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Post by Venominon on Aug 4, 2024 15:06:06 GMT 11
As Clem handed the Revival Herb back to the farmer, she smiled at him, waving her hand in front of her face a few times as well. "Awww, don't feel too bad about all this. It was an honest mistake. I'm sure anyone could've made it." The dark-skinned young woman did her best to reassure the farmer, then watched in delight as his Houndour eagerly devoured its new and improved meal. Even Riolu was rather impressed by this, folding her paws in front of her and glancing up at her trainer. "Well now, looks like you really can do it if you try, zombie. Even if your ability to see aura isn't technically your own." Despite that last part, Clem was still happy to receive any and all compliments from Riolu, turning her head and smiling warmly down at the little blue puppy.
From there, Clem and Riolu waited for the farmer to return from his kitchen, turning their attention over to Houndour as they did, listening to the Dark Pokemon speak to them after it had finished its meal. Seeing that it was genuinely apologetic for what it had done, Riolu let out a small sigh, then walked over to the other canine and gave it a gentle pat on its side. "Hey now, come on. There's no need for any of that. Thanks to you and those other Houndours, I was finally able to have my first battle. So, I guess that makes it okay. Besides, my undead trainer isn't the type to hold a grudge. See for yourself." Riolu explained to the Dark/Fire type, then gestured over to Clementine, as she too approached said Dark/Fire type and began to gently pet the top of its head.
"Riolu's absolutely right. I'd never stay mad at you over something like this, Houndour. More than anything, I'm just glad that nobody got hurt too badly and that we're all okay now." Clem's disposition was as bright and friendly as ever, as she continued to pet the Dark Pokemon for a few more minutes to try and raise its spirits back up. This scene was so heartwarming that Riolu had almost forgotten about Clem's earlier dark outburst during her bout with the coordinator. But a memory like that one wouldn't just go away, continuing to stick in Riolu's mind, while she continued to ponder it too. However, life presented her with yet another distraction, as the farmer returned with three full bottles of one of the most delicious beverages in the entire world of Pokemon.
Seeing this, Clem returned the farmer's smile of gratitude, happily accepting the Moomoo Milk from him and placing all three bottles into her bag. "Awww, thanks so much! You really didn't have too though. It was our pleasure to help you and Houndour out. I hope you two will be okay from now on by the way. As for me and Riolu, we have to be getting back to our own adventure. See ya later." After one more friendly smile and wave from Clem, she and Riolu left the farmer's ranch and made their way back to Cherrygrove City. Having explored all three Houndour paths and completed their latest objective, the only question that remained was, what would they do next?
"So...zom-...I mean, Clem, could I ask you something? It's about what happened before. With that coordinator jerk." Almost afraid to hear the answers, Riolu half reluctantly glanced at Clem, mustered her courage, and decided to speak up. "Sure, Riolu. You know you can ask me about anything. So, what's up?" The Fighting type specialist looked down at Riolu as they walked together, side-by-side, smiling her usual warm and friendly smile as she waited to hear her companion's question, still blissfully unaware of her dark transformation that took place back then. However, as the Emanation Pokemon stared into Clem's eyes, as well as her aura, she started having some second thoughts, deciding instead that now wasn't the right time to ask after all.
"Uhhh...Ya know what? Nevermind. It's not important right now. I could use a nap. Wake me when we get to our next stop, alright?" Without even waiting for confirmation from her trainer, Riolu called herself back inside her own Pokeball, opting to sleep on this situation for the time being. Back on the outside, Clem was more than a little surprised and confused by this, staring down at Riolu's Pokeball in silence for a full minute. "Was it something I said?...Oh well!" Her usual nature once again taking hold, the Galarian trainer shrugged this turn of events off, regained her smile, tucked Riolu's Pokeball back into her bag for now, and resumed her search for her next adventure, humming an all-new melody to herself as she did.
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