Ready or Not! [F]

[The REAL Joey]

In most Pokemon battles, there was a high level of fairness that was widely followed by every participant. In times of extremity, those staunch ideals would sometimes be put to one side for the sake of a victory. Knowing that the Togepi was now thoroughly weakened and its defences punctured, the Magnemite began pre-emptively generating electricity for its next attack. It may now be the slower of the two thanks to Togepi's new found level of manoeuvrability but it had hoped to get the drop on it by wasting no time. The threat level of this hatchling Pokemon was increasing and now posed a threat level to the Magnemite that it assessed at Medium.

On Sharada's side of the battle, it seemed she was playing a very high risk strategy. There was a very probably chance a move such as Explosion of Final Gambit would be unleashed meaning that Sharada would have to flee the warehouse due to being without any Pokemon fit to fight. As the Togepi nodded in understanding of its trainer's command, the Togepi pranced forward and begin cheerfully waving its finger from side to side. The carefree attitude of the Togepi seemed to dissolve all feelings of dread. The Pokemon seemed so cheerful that it was almost impossible that an unfortunate outcome would befall it. As its attempt at using Metronome finished, the Togepi was surrounded by a bluish-green forcefield that was surprisingly thick. Behind the barrier was a rather excited Togepi. It babbled about while happily bouncing up and down on the spot. The Spike Ball Pokemon had just created an invincible barrier in the form of Protect.

Magnemite observed this new radical shift that had taken place in the battle. A feeling of intense disillusionment had fallen upon the magnet Pokemon. It had already began preparing its electrical charge from earlier and had no chance of stopping itself. The Magnemite's threshold was at maximum and it zapped forward a significant amount of electricity at the Togepi. The thunder shock jolted against the force field and as it struck against it, resisted for a few moments but failed to infiltrate through the protective barrier. Instead, the charge of electricity reflected off and bounced off a few of the supportive girders in the warehouse before colliding with the warehouse's tattered roof, creating a small hole above it. The Magnemite became increasingly filled with trepidation. This Togepi wasn't a cute harmless little baby. It was a demon beast! So far Metronome had been positive in its outcome for the first two rounds but if she attempted a third what were the chances it would be useful? Sharada was almost playing a game of Russian roulette it seemed.

Trap Battle

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Magnemite | Level 14 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal
DISTRESS, DISTRESS!

Togepi | Level 12 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal, Attack +2, Defence -1, Sp.Atk +2, Sp.Def -3, Speed +2, Protect
Oooooh... Flashy forcefield

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OOC: Sorry for any errors, in middle of sneezing fit.

[Morrigan]

The little Togepi was definitely proving to be much tougher than it first appeared. After all, it was literally still a baby in both it's current form and level, so having a risky move such as Metronome almost made it an opponent worth taking seriously. Due to it's previous stat boosting move, it seemed the little egg-like Pokemon was able to make the first move this round. Sharada once again embraced herself for the worst, emerging into those few seconds of dread as the Metronome determined what attack the Togepi should do next. Each waggle of her little arms seemed to last forever, swaying from side to side, almost as if she was waving a farewell to her opponent.

Goodbyes weren't on the menu, it seemed, as yet another protective barrier enveloped Togepi. This one stuck around however and seemed a little different from her previous move. It was much more thicker and shone with a soothing aurora of light. A sharp crackle from the Magnemite caught Sharada off guard slightly as she jumped at the sight of the electrical current bolting through the air. Naturally being afraid of thunder and lightning, Sharada covered her head with her arms, narrowing her eyes, she cowered at the mere sound, "Cr-crap.." Things didn't exactly get much better for her however, as the attack bounced off the protective barrier around Togepi before changing direction, towards Sharada.

Diving to the floor, she continued her useless attempt at sheltering herself with her arms as the bolt began to bounce against the metal beams of the warehouse before zooming through the roof. Scuttling backwards using her hands to avoid the falling debris, Sharada wobbled back onto her feet, hoping that Togepi didn't think of her as a silly trainer aswell. Noticing that the barrier had slowly began to fade, it became apparent that it was time for yet another round. So far, Metronome had played into her hands fairly well, a lot better than she first thought anyway. With this line of luck, there was no real reason for her to back down now. Glaring at the Magnemite, she pointed her fingertip towards it, "As Joe would say, lady luck has been on my side. Let's see if she will stay there after one more Metronome!"



OOC: Yeah, I can hear you sneezing. D: It looked perfect to me though so no worries and if it gets too bad just say and we'll just leave it for today.

[The REAL Joey]

The Magnemite could not believe its sensors. Had the female trainer just ordered that accursed move yet again?! The floating magnet had become completely unnerved by the reckless abandon of this trainer and was starting to wish it had never used its magnet pull to steal away her Pokemon. It wasn't too sure who had activated the trap but at this moment in time, it was heavily pinning the blame on the culprit. Magnemite was at a complete disadvantage, it was now slower than the Togepi and lacked the necessary defences to withstand a blow. The aura around the Togepi seemed to swell from just how powerful it had become. The only weak spot it had to exploit were the frail defences of the opponent but it had not the speed to exploit it.

In a familiar scene, the Togepi swaggered forward and began delightfully swinging its finger to and fro as if to some strict continuous rhythm. The Magnemite honed in on the finger and wished it could do something to prevent the powerful move from triggering. As the metronome finished by Togepi it stood still. As per usual, this pause was natural as it seemed the Togepi was being possessed by some force of nature as it momentarily learnt how to perform the new move. The Magnemite blinked nervously, this pause was a much longer one than before... Deciding that it had drawn a blank the Magnemite readied its electrical charge and tried to butt in with its move. The pre-emption by Magnemite was in absolute vain. The Togepi looked up and with a stamp of its foot, it moved itself forward in a sideways motion and seemed to create a faint gust of wind in the entire area. Togepi was about to unleash all hell.

As if possessed by the spirit of a master martial artist, the Pokemon sternly yet gracefully rolled forward without hitch, despite having part of its body still encased in its shell. It stopped perfectly before the Magnemite and looked up at it. The Togepi had strengthened its arm and launched a fearsome uppercut strike to the Magnemite. The blow was so fierce that two of Sharada's Pokeballs were flung from its magnetic pull. As the Magnemite was thrust through the air, the Togepi leapt up and with the fury of a thousands fists tearing at an opponent, began punching at Mach speeds, battering the steel body of Magnemite. Each blow felt like it was experiencing death for the first time, except this continued on for countless more blows. It was far too hard to keep track. As the Togepi relented with its strikes, the Magnemite fell hurtling towards the ground. It was ready to just give up and retreat but the Togepi had other plans. It stuck out one its tiny feet and began gyrating itself around as if it was a destructive hurricane. The momentum built up and soon the Topepi let out a flurry of kicks in a spinning motion that more than finished off the Magnemite.

Two thuds were heard. One of a metallic crash as the Magnemite was smashed into the ground and the other of a calm little tap. The Togepi had just performed Close Combat and had devastatingly overwhelmed the Pokeball thief. As the Magnemite lie there, half struck into the ground, its eye was seen to be circling around from being so dazed. Togepi turned around to look at Sharada. The offensive demeanour to the Pokemon was now gone and it had reverted back to its child like state. Sharada had certainly taken the gamble but it more than paid off, she had hit the jackpot! With all her Pokemon now free from the magnetic grip, Togepi ran off to try and help collect them. All that was left was that sly snake that had caused all of this.



Trap Battle

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Magnemite | Level 14 |
Health : 0%
Status : Normal
-kaput-

Togepi | Level 12 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal, Attack +2, Defence -2, Sp.Atk +2, Sp.Def -4, Speed +2
SHORYUKEN, HADOUKEN, TATSU-MAKI-SENPYU-KYAKU!

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Victory!

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Your Togepi fought courageously and has levelled up!
It went up by 3 levels and is now Level 15!

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Congratulations! You now have your Pokemon returned.
You may decide now to follow the Ekans or progress in the warehouse.

[Morrigan]

Sharada's jaw dropped at the sight of her little Togepi thrusting out punches at a lightning fast pace. Her eyes couldnt quite follow the speed of it all and just ended up locked on the Pokemon receiving all the damage, Magnemite. With another sudden punch, the little magnet released her Pokeballs and was sent crashing towards the ground, soon shrouded in a cloud of smoke and debris from the harsh contact with the rubbled floor. Hearing a rather sweet tweet, Sharada looked down to her feet, only to see Togepi back to her usual self, holding a Pokeball up towards her trainer. With a gentle smile, Sharada knelt down, accepting the Pokeball from Togepi before lifting her up to her shoulder, "You did great! I knew I could count on you." Nudging her forehead affectionately against Togepi's, Sharada stood back to her feet and picked up her remaining pokeballs.

Counting each ball to make sure she had them all, they soon took their original place back on her belt. Petting Togepi a little more, Sharada returned Togepi back to her belt also before going back to the matter at hand. That pesky Ekans... But it seemed to have escaped to a hiding place. Not wanting to let it get away, she decided to begin a search. It was fairly stupid of Sharada to approach the sly snake in the first place but she hardly knew that traps were wired throughout the place. Carefully stepped over the fainted Magnemite, she took a glance back at the three trap pokemon which were sprawled across the floor, their eyes still spinning. Even though she had never meant for this to happen, she couldnt help but laugh, "-Ahahaha... Atleast this place is well protected, I guess."

Still searching for the pesky Ekans, she seemed to freeze at the sight of something slivering in the corner of her eye. Sharply turning to see what it was, her eyes were greeted with nothing. Slightly worried that it would just end up being another trap, she leaned to her toes and began to tread gently towards a rather grubby looking girder. Peering her head around the beam, the corners of her lips curled upward. It seemed the snake had coiled itself tightly behind a beam directly in front of her. Had it been watching and activating these traps the whole time. Sneakily pulling out a pokeball, she tapped the small button to release her next pokemon, Snorunt. "Powder snow." she simply ordered, not taking her eyes off the Ekans in front of her.

Bounding into action, the Snorunt emerged from it's hiding place, calling out and shivering violently. With a flick of it's arms, the entire warehouse filled with a powerful chilling gust of wind which swirled intimidatingly around the Snorunt. Particles of ice and snow surrounding it's very being. With another bounce, the three elements were sent flying towards the Ekans.

[The REAL Joey]

The result of two failed traps and the female trainer completely safe from harm's clutches infuriated the Ekans to no ends. The Voltorb duo was always a sure fire way of getting rid of the usual ilk that tried coming through here. Most of the time the Voltorb would explode upon landing and that ended up in them fleeing for safety. The second trap involving Magnemite was something the slithering snake had never seen happen before. The thing that annoyed it most however was it knew of no other traps it could use to its advantages. There were some but the snake didn't fancy its chances of getting them activated without a hitch. There was also the problem of the two familiar men who were found around here. Normally they'd be stationed here and fend off intruders. The snake leered at the thought of that oafish man and his tall and shady looking friend. Worthless, all of them!

As it was wrapped up in its thoughts, the purple snake had not realised how close Sharada was. With a swift turn of its head it then slithered away as fast as it could. All it could think of now was escaping for the time being. It noticed a girder and saw its chance. If it could only just coil its way up the girder and then make a bid for the upper platform it'd be out of harm's way. As it started wrapping its way up, it soon realised its error. Sharada was too fast and had already sent out a new Pokemon to battle. The Ekans took in the appearance of the new face and hissed. Something utterly foreign, that was for certain. Deciding to initiate battle, the Ekans open its mouth wide and let out a horrifying screech that sounded worse than nails scratching across a chalkboard. The screech seemingly continued on for ages as the warehouse helped amplify the sound through echoing. Eventually the Ekans stopped, getting rattled itself by the incessantly piercing noise.

Although obviously phased somewhat by the ear splitting noise the Ekans shrieked out with, the Snorunt clutched onto its hood and began preparing Powder Snow as Sharada had commanded. The Pokemon waved its arms and the crystal like snow that appeared was almost an act of magic it seemed. As it gusted breezily towards the Ekans, it pushed itself away from the girder it had clung to. The snake was more than a little enthusiastic about wanting to avoid such a chilly attack. The leap was for nothing as the brunt of the blow hit directly along the snake's body. Ahead of falling unceremoniously the ground, the Ekans seemed to freeze in mid-air. From the base of the warehouse floor, a small block of ice was forming itself upwards in a lightning quick fashion. The Ekans, realising it was about to be frozen solid let out a hiss before it became encased in ice. Although the Ekans was stronger than Snorunt and the attack did little damage, the side effect of freezing took the Poison type completely off guard. It now floated in mid air, frozen in a block of ice. There was no escaping this time for the slippery snake.


Wild Battle

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Ekans | Level 18 |
Health : 82%
Status : Frozen
*hiss* I'll swallow you who-

Snorunt | Level 10 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal; Defence -2
Ice to meet you.

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[Morrigan]

A slight smile could be seen spread across Sharada's face as the cold winds blew her hair about furiously. Her plan on surprising the Ekans seemed to have worked, but despite Snorunt's attack being underway, the higher leveled Ekans was still much faster. With yet another headache causing screech, Sharada clutched her ears with her hands once more, scowling angrily towards the sneaky snake. Compared to the Magnemite, she felt it's Metal Sound was a little more cringe worthy, but this high pitch screech wasn't anything to sniff at either.

Carefully removing her hands from her head, she snorted humorously, "You finished crying or what?" she yelled, watching as the snake sprang from the girder.With the snake now soaring through the air, Snorunt's attack began to take place. This only made Sharada grin further, she really couldnt believe her luck. Even though she hadnt had the best experiences so far, things had usually seemed to swing oddly in her favour. This was a perfect example. As the gust of ice curled up from the ground and sharply encased the purple snake, her eyes lingered on the now frozen solid pokemon. "Wow, how lucky can I get today?" she exclaimed, almost shocked, as she wandered in on the battle field.

Approaching the encased Ekans, she leaned forward slightly, teasingly tapping on the thick layer ice before shaking her head from side to side, "Pretty good, but not quite there." Taking several steps backwards, she looked over to her rather nervous looking Snorunt. This was pretty much their first battle together, making Sharada's first impression of her incredibly high, "You're doing great! Let's coat this thing with another layer of your Powder Snow!" As Sharada's lips spoke the order for the Snorunt, a familiar chilly breeze burst through the warehouse windows once more.

[The REAL Joey]

Now frozen in the air, the Ekans could barely muster enough of its conscience to think. There was one thing clear though, it had certainly been bested and rued the day that obscenely powerful mutt began tampering with the warehouse. Any attempt to try and break free of the ice was futile as the Snorunt had thoroughly froze it into place. The only chance it could get thawed out was if that brutish Charmeleon let rip a few flames and even then, it'd still need a bit more oomph to fully melt this ice. Just as it had hoped the ice would melt, the chances of it happening were cut drastically in two. Sharada had ordered another Powder Snow in order for the ice to keep chilled. At this point Ekans was pretty much ready to give up. As the powdery snow encircled the frozen statue of the Ekans, the snake could feel it getting even colder and was now wishing it was shifting along a nice sandy beach on a warm summer's day. Oh how it would kill for such an idyllic dream. As the snow died down, the frozen Ekans was now caked with an extra layer of snow. This ice wasn't going to be melting any time soon.


Wild Battle

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Ekans | Level 18 |
Health : 65%
Status : Frozen
>:U

Snorunt | Level 10 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal; Defence -2
You seem pretty chilled out

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[Morrigan]

As Snorunt repeated her move, another layer of ice formed above the current one. Sharada paused for a moment, thinking about what to do next. She could continue thickening the ice, there was an incredibly slim chance it would be able to escape how it was even now or perhaps Snorunt could use bite to chomp it's way through the ice and land another attack on the snake. Even though it was frozen solid, however, the Ekans did seem to have a different vibe. It's eyes locked into one place, almost as if it was imagining begin elsewhere. A small amount of guilt fell over Sharada, it was probably only being this naughty because at the end of the day, she and her Smeargle had interrupted it's peaceful home.

Yet another smile appeared across Sharada's face, this one seeming more friendly than threatening. Taking a spare pokeball from her bag, she tossed it in a carefree manner, up and down in her hand, "I'll give you one chance to come with me. One." The fact that the snake was frozen gave her enough advantage to capture the snake, due to the coldness of her attacks, it's health was probably fairly low too. She placed a hand carefully on the block of ice in front of her, still smiling gently, "Who needs this crummy place anyway." With that, Snorunt took a step away from the block of ice, watching as her master tossed an empty pokeball forward, swallowing the ice encased Ekans and landing to the floor. Sharada watched nervously as the ball began to shake from side to side.


OOC: Small replies are small lul. :U

[The REAL Joey]

Sharada had honed in on the Ekans' line of thought perfectly. It did need a new change of pace. This was place was more than crummy and perhaps a chance for it to adventure out in the open was just what it had been dreaming of. The fact it could sample new morsels of food and bask in the satisfying glow of the sun also didn't go amiss. As the Pokeball landed on it, a familiar reddish glow consumed the block of ice and absorbed it straight into the device itself. As it clung upon hitting the floor, it began shaking violently. While the Ekans was restrained and was happy to leave this warehouse and for the chance to be under such a resourceful trainer, the Pokemon was tough for its species and meant the Pokeball was having some trouble bonding with it. The ball rolled once. Twice. Thrice.

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*CLICK*



Congratulations! The Wild Ekans was captured!


Please fill out the following information about your new Pokémon:

Ekans
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 18
Moves: Poison Sting, Bite, Glare, Screech
Ability: [choose] - [ Intimidate | Shed Skin | Unnerve ]
Nature/Personality: [choose]

[img]http://pldh.net/media/pokemon/gen5/blackwhite/023.png[/img]
[b]Ekans[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 18
Moves: Poison Sting, Bite, Glare, Screech
Ability: [choose] - [ Intimidate | Shed Skin | Unnerve ]
Nature/Personality: [choose]

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Victory!

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Your Snorunt fought courageously and has levelled up!
It went up by 3 levels and is now Level 13!
Snorunt would like to learn the move Icy Wind.
Replace a move so that it can learn Icy Wind?

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At last, silence reigned across the whole of the interior warehouse. The destructive force of the Smeargle was now under wraps and the tricky Ekans with a penchant for activating the traps of the warehouse was held at bay inside it's new home. The cries and chaos of the wild Pokemon had also quietened down. The warehouse had gone back to its typically usual and dead self. That would be true of course, if it wasn't for the sudden ambush of two of Joe's bike gang members. An oafish looking bald biker and a tall, shady looking individual that sported a cap, shades and a dust mask jumped out from behind the girders, Pokeball in hand. "YOU!" Yelled the bald man. "Don't even think about steppin' any further in." The larger bald men pointed to Sharada's chest and glared ruefully at the symbol. "She's a Rocket, Dusty. A Rocket! I bet them stinking losers are gonna try a takeover of this place. Did'ja hear all that ruckus earlier?!" Dusty nodded and agreed with his partner. "You ain't usually right slaphead but this does appear to be a Rocket intruder. Boss ain't gonna like this..."

They both stepped forward and held fast. The two opened their mouths and almost in unison cried out adamantly. "YOU AIN'T WELCOME HERE!" The slender man shook his head and continued. "I ain't got no love for Rockets, you cost me a lot in my life. I'll gladly take it all out on you!" His bald partner chimed in. "Heh heh yeah! Rockets and me go waaay back. Your Team's scheme to split up the biker gang turned me into this outlaw. Now i'm running with Joe's gang!" The two unquestionably had quite the history with Team Rocket and it seemed as if anything Sharada would say would fall upon deaf ears. "Let's take her out!" Ordered Dusty. The two lobbed their Pokeballs forward and unleashed their Pokemon. Sharada was greeted with a Swalot and a Golbat. Both of which had a violent glint in their eyes.

Roughneck Rocko and Burglar Dusty want to fight!


They send out Swalot and Golbat!
Please select two Pokemon for a double battle.

[Morrigan]

For Snorunt, replace Leer with Icy Wind.


Ekans
Name: Ekans
Gender: Female
Level: 18
Moves: Poison Sting, Bite, Glare, Screech
Ability: Intimidate
Nature/Personality: Sly, cunning (willupdatelater)


[img]http://pldh.net/media/pokemon/gen5/blackwhite/023.png[/img]
[b]Ekans[/b]
Name: Ekans
Gender: Female
Level: 18
Moves: Poison Sting, Bite, Glare, Screech
Ability: Intimidate
Nature/Personality: Sly, cunning (willupdatelater)

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As the pokeball landed on the floor with a tap, the entire warehouse fell silent. As it wobbled swiftly from side to side, all Sharada could really do was watch. During their last meeting, Joe expressed to Sharada how he felt her current team wasn't really Rocket material. In all honesty, she agreed. But if this Ekans were to join her team, the slippery snake would be more than useful for her upcoming quest. The moment of truth quickly arrived as the pokeball made one last shake before the small red button flashed out, it seemed she had successfully captured it. Punching the air enthusiastically, Sharada claimed the pokeball from the floor before grinning to Snorunt, "Flawless victory! I'll be counting on you in the future too." Skipping around happily as it received praise from it's trainer, Snorunt waved happily before it was returned to it's own ball.

With the traps now out of the way, Sharada turned on the spot, trying to figure out which direction to take next. She found it a little odd that despite the amount of noise she had been making, there was no sign of anyone else, "Everyone out partying or something?" Well, since she had already made it past the front door, there was no reason to turn back now. All around her were multiple numbers of shattered windows, the odd door residing in the corners of the warehouse. Her eyes settled on the one opposite her, it looked as though it would lead her deeper into the building.

Before she could even take a step forward, the idea that she could perhaps be all alone in this huge abandoned warehouse was soon erased from her mind. Two different males came barging through the doors, immediately yelling to her about how she wasnt welcome. At first she was a little confused, until she remembered her fake Team Rocket get up. In a way, she was pleased that it was so convincing, but Joe had mentioned a number of times how much he hated the Rockets. Perhaps turning up unexpected was a bad idea afterall. As the duo sent out their pokemon, it became apparent that they werent prepared to listen to her. Remaining silent, she pulled two pokeballs from her belt, it seemed she had to force her way through this one. "Charmeleon! Cubone!" she called out confident, sending forth her choice. It seemed this duo was fairly busy tonight.

[The REAL Joey]

Rocko glared at the choice of her Pokemon. "Look at that Dusty, LOOK AT THAT!" He belligerently pointed towards her Cubone and continued his tirade. "Obviously she must've been at Lavender Town when all that crap went down. She stole herself a Cubone!" Dusty tapped his shades and seemed to reveal they were more than just a shady getup. A set of data began flowing down the lenses and imparted information to its beholder. "She's got a few rare things on her... Togepi ain't exactly your wild Pokemon fodder and she has shiny Pokemon and..." Dusty fell silent and had obviously become prone to his usual fit of becoming enamoured with another trainer's rare Pokemon. "A shiny Smeargle! The level, the moves, the strength!" Dusty seemed to become an entirely different person upon viewing the Smeargle and Rocko had give him a slap on the back of the head. "Dammit man, pull yerself together!" Dusty coughed and looked back to Sharada. "Seein' as you likely stole it, I have no qualms with taking it off you."

The two Pokemon they had before them were seemingly bouncing off the walls ready to fight. Rocko and Dusty began ordering their moves. "Swalot! Gunk Shot!" "Golbat! Air Slash!" The two opponents took heed their trainers orders and both moved forward in unison. The Golbat began flapping its wings at an incredibly pace, ready to send a fearsome slash created by the winds and Swalot seemed to be regurgitating pretty violently. It didn't take a a genius to work out what would be chucked up from its gaping mouth. The Pokemon would have been successful had it not been for an unforeseen interruption on both sides. On Sharada's belt, there was a sudden twitch and a Pokeball opened itself. Before them stood her delinquent Smeargle.

Dusty became swept up in his love for the Pokemon but it was Rocko, usually one of the most fearless of Joey's gang, who was a bit afraid of what this sudden intervention met. "Hey... Dusty bro... I don't... I don't think that's good. It just unleashed itself without her trainer's command and..." Dusty was too enamoured to listen but Rocko was now profusely sweating bullets. The Smeargle looked at them ruefully before it began spinning its tail at them both. The gang's Pokemon screeched to a halt with their moves and it became a struggle to even keep still on the spot. Rocko and Dusty were now fighting against the wind as well, their bold strides now futile against the force. The Smeargle then pushed forwards, and a ferocious blast ripped through the very air in front of it. This blast was godlike in its power and had no trouble in laying waste to Swalot and Golbat, both of which were slung into two of the girder supports next to them. Rocko and Dusty were now yelling out but the wind knew no mercy and slammed them against a brick wall as well, knocking them out entirely.


Double Battle

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Dusty's Golbat | Level ??? |
Health : 0%
Status : HERE I AM

Rocko's Swalot | Level ??? |
Health : 0%
Status : ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!

VERSUS!

Smeargle | Level 31 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal

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It seemed Sharada's Smeargle had inadvertently won them the match. The blast was nowhere near as ruinous as the one that had wrecked half the warehouse when she had first entered but it was still powerful enough to wipe out two high level Pokemon and their trainers, even going as far as to knock them out unconscious. As the turbulent air settled, Sharada could see that Rocko and Dusty were more than out for the count. Before she could breath a sigh of relief another wave of Joey's gang appeared from another doorway. "What in the blazes is all that racket?! I'm trying to fix those bikes you guys keep wreckin'!" A towering black figure barged out of one door and looked certifiably angered. Eightball was definitely a man who enjoyed his peace and quiet. From another door emerged a slender female clad primarily in purple. "Tsk, I was tending to the flowers outside and even I could hear that! If that's you Rocko Horn Drilling stuf..." As they both turned to face the real cause of the noise they both stopped dead in their tracks.

"A Rocket." Boomed Eightball sternly. "No kidding Eight. Looks like they came after us. We have to stop them." Eightball nodded, his dark eyes narrowing down on Sharada. The female stepped forward and dexterously produced her Pokeball from her fingers, holding it tight in between her index and middle finger. "Rocko and Dusty were a bunch of slack offs. We're not going down so easily!" Harley dashed forward and threw her Pokemon before her revealing a Roserade. This Pokemon had the distinct impression of being very powerful. Before any more consideration could be given to the flower Pokemon, a roar from the other end of the warehouse drew everyone's attention away. Zooming towards them at a terrifying speed was Eightball on a rather classic looking motorbike. He skidded it to the side and flung out his Pokeball revealing a frenzied looking Toxicroak. "Get 'em!" Yelled Eightball.

Biker Eightball and Botanist Harley want to fight!


They send out Toxicroak and Roserade!
Please select two Pokemon for a double battle.

OOC: Hope you don't mind but I think we shall have a little fun with your abundantly strong Smeargle. Seeing as it's going to be a scripted victory for the next remaining trainers, I shan't include experience. :P

[Morrigan]

Feeling the heavy glares from the two men in front of her made Sharada fall into a bag of nerves. She could hear their mutterings loud and clear as the larger, balder man grumbled at her choice of Pokemon. Not being from Kanto, she had no idea what or where Lavender Town was, so even if she had been a true Team Rocket and had never met Joe, his little jabs wouldn't have made the slightest bit of difference to her. The feeling of being watched intensified over her as the smaller chap began to check out her team using what seemed to be his glasses. She didn't quite understand how he was able to see them all and just merely glanced away nervously, listening as her perfectly relayed the layout of her team back to his partner.

Not noticing Dusty's surprise over having Smeargle in her team, something else had caught her attention. It seemed like her Pokemon were sensing the nervous aura which shielded around her and were now jumping around by her feet, cheering and trying to give her boosts of confidence. From another persons perspective, she definitely didn't act like a typical Rocket and her Pokemon were actually friendly and incredibly supportive towards her. The sight was probably a little odd, "...Thanks guys." she whispered softly down to her team. Just then, the bellowing voices of her opponents captured Sharada and her team by surprise, all three of them slowly turning their heads in their direction. However, before Sharada could even order an attack back, she felt something twitch on her belt. Cringing slightly, she allowed the ball to burst open.

A rather angry looking Smeargle emerged from her pokeball, waddling her way onto the battlefield in from of her, waving a paw slowly towards Charmeleon and Cubone. Obviously the two would only get in her way if they were to stick around. Tired of being cooped up in her pokeball and having to put up with her trainers incompetence, it was time to take matters into her own paws. The Pokemon before her seemed fairly tough. Not. Instantly starting an attack, it was far too late for Sharada to call it back. Instead, she rushed over to Charmeleon, scooping Cubone up in her arms and embracing the two of them as incredibly powerful winds swirled in the warehouse.

With a simple flick of her paw forward, Smeargle sent the two Pokemon as well as fairly sized trainers backwards, going as far as to knock them out. As she thought, neither of those were good enough either. Simply swaying her tail about playfully, Sharada retreated Charmeleon and Cubone back to the safety of their pokeballs before staggering to her feet. "This cant be happening.." Sharada whimpered, almost on the verge of tears. She had just knocked out Joe's gang members, Joe's friends. Before she even had time to approach them to see if they were still alright, another duo had burst though another set of doors. A slight smirk appeared across Smeargles face, if she kept making a racket then more and more people would come, perhaps even someone worthy of her time.

Kicking the ground angrily, Sharada didnt even have enough time to explain or even run as the next wave of Pokemon appeared. Once again, she didnt seem to have much of a choice but there was no way she was going to be using Smeargle this time. Lifting off two more pokeballs, she sent out both Snorunt and Pinky, her shiny Mareep. Smeargle rolled her eyes angrily, she was hardly going to allow her useless owner to stop her from battling. The sound of revving engines caused even Smeargle to freeze, however, as the already intimidating Eightball skidded into the warehouse on his motorbike. A single sweat drop rolled down the side of her face, this time looked more serious than the last.


OOC: Yeah sure. Probably not going to use Smeargle anywhere else. xP This thread was only going to be a bit of fun anyway. Just really wasnt expecting that Ekans<3

[The REAL Joey]

To Joey's gang members, this was the beginning of a full scale siege by Team Rocket. The destruction around the warehouse made the situation seem far more worse than it really was. The Smeargle's legendary moves had given the illusion of an entire army of Rockets wrecking havoc upon the derelict old building. As Eightball revved his engine on the spot, his attention was drawn by all the wreckage around. "How dare they?!" He fell silent and let out a sigh. "Hmph, i'll be the one who has to fix this up too, you watch." Harley on the other hand was more focused on the female Rocket member before them. Although she had the Smeargle beat Rocko, Dusty and their Pokemon unconscious she had instead sent out some rather weaker looking Pokemon. To her, something wasn't quite adding up.

"Hey Eight, cool your motors..." She whispered over to him. "Don't this seem odd. It looks as if a load of Rockets have attacked our base but there's only her and..." She pointed to her Pokemon. "Well, they ain't exactly your standard Rocket fanfare Pokemon. It ain't adding up and I don't like it." Eightball had quietened his motors to listen to his fellow gang member's words but instead revved them even louder as she finished. "Pft, silly woman, that's what they're wanting ya to think." He yelled out to his Toxicroak to attack the poor Pokemon in front of them. "Alright Tox, Poison Stab whichever one you like!" The Toxicroak's throat sac expanded and it reverberated a low growl. The fighting poison frog was just as indignant towards the R symbol on Sharada's chest as most of Joey's gang was.

Harley on the other hand was very hesitant in ordering her Roserade. "Aw this isn't good..." She thrust her finger forward but faltered and looked to the ground. "I don't like this one bit! Maybe if we beat her we can get a solid answer. Roserade, Sludge Bomb!" The rose themed Pokemon nodded and began concentrating a sludge filled orb between its two hands. As before, the two Pokemon did not get very far in their attacks. The Smeargle Sharada had on her nudged its way through and knocked the Snorunt and Mareep back behind the designated battlefield area. Its eyes seemed ablaze with disapproval. Fitting perhaps as the next move it would use from its repertoire was that which had been spoken of in legends. The dog Pokemon span its tail around and the room seemed to become intensely hot. Eightball, as quick as ever, noticed this attack was nothing like they had ever seen before.

"Shut it lady!" Roared Eightball over the sound of the sound of a fiery inferno as he grabbed Harley and shoved her on the back of his bike. "HOLD ON!" He revved the engine and was about to speed off not before he gave a final command to Toxicroak. "Tox, you can withstand this I know ya can but forget about attacking and guard Roserade with every damn thing you got." Toxicroak nodded solemnly and turned back to face the impending hell fire. Eightball and a reluctant Harley who was crying out to her Pokemon now speeded off and made it through a large doorway at the other end of the warehouse. By then, the Smeargle had now conjured a stream of fire that can only be described as that of a holy fire. The blazing trail seemed to consume everything in its path, burning away all that was impure. Eventually the fire spread to just before Roserade. Being of a grass physiology, this would have spelt instant death. However, Eightball's Toxicroak was at hand and grabbed the now wilting flower in his arms and tried covering every inch of her. The fire spread over the Pokemon and it cried out in absolute agony as it seared through him.

For any other Pokemon that would have surely knocked it out but Eightball had attached an item to it. A very handy Focus Sash! The Toxicroak was barely just in the game still! As it reeled back from the dying flames, it stood up and looked down to the Roserade. Fortunately, it had shield most of the blast but the bouquet Pokemon was sadly fainted for the time being. Toxicroak looked up and stared the Smeargle dead in the eye. It may have had 1HP left but it meant business. With Eightball and Harley away from battle due to running from safety, the Toxicroak had very little in the way of restraining it from unleashing all hell on this ungodly canine.


Double Battle

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Harley's Roserade | Level ??? |
Health : 0%
Status : Normal
...

Eightball's Toxicroak | Level ??? |
Health : 1%
Status : Normal
Praise be Focus Sash

VERSUS!

Smeargle | Level 31 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal
IT SURVIVED SACRED FIRE?!

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[Morrigan]

Sending out Snorunt and Mareep was a useless move and in the back of her mind, Sharada wondered why she had done it in the first place. Her Smeargle had one thing on her mind, to find a worthy enough opponent and with trainers emerging from the woodwork, she was sure enough to find one eventually. Despite being a member of her team, Smeargle also wasnt overly fussed about including Sharada's own pokemon in any blasts she might create. Sharada gulped nervously as the canine pushed it's way past her own pokemon and stood confidently to face the Toxicroak and Roserade.

Before any moves were ordered, Sharada felt a fairly strong glance from the other female opposite her. She didn't quite catch the name of the female, but judging from her accent she also sounded as if she was from Hoenn. Joe had once mentioned a friend of his being from Hoenn who always mentioned how nice the beaches were, perhaps this was her. Feeling that the female may have been a little more willing to listen compared to everyone else she had come across, Sharada began to part her lips, only to hear multiple orders being said.

The energy flowing around Smeargle began to heat up the room, the move she was now preparing for the charging duo felt like a powerful one. "Come back!" Sharada shouted out of the blue, swiftly returning both Snorunt and Mareep before staggering backwards to find shelter behind a pile of rubble. Shutting her eyes tightly and using her arms to shield her eyes, it was up to her ears to work out what was going on. The sound of a blazing wall of fire teared across the warehouse, Eightball's revving motorcycle sounding like a mere whisper. It wasnt too long before it died down, allowing Sharada to peer around a demolished girder. Though the sight wasn't something she was necessarily expecting.

Somehow the Toxicroak had survived, even if it was just literally by the skin of it's teeth. A slight grin had spread across Smeargles face, it could sense a great amount of power and anger within the Toxicroak, perhaps it was about to actually get interesting. With a flick of it's tail, Smeargle created a stroke of explosive fire to intimidate the fighting frog.

[The REAL Joey]

The fiery warning conjured forth by the Smeargle made no impression on the now savage Toxicroak. The hellish inferno it had just barely survived was the only thing akin to the burning raged it felt coursing through every vein of its being. It tossed aside the severely burnt Focus Sash that was wrapped around its arm and began croaking raucously at the Smeargle. Toxicroak began moving in a circular motion with the Smeargle following suit. The two encircled for a good while, with the canine whirling its tail around and the toxic frog belching out loud croaks. The duo then both stopped on the spot. Eyes leering intently on the other it was now a case of who could strike first. The Toxicroak wasn't going to allow anything to hold it back, meaning it was going to be fighting at the peak of its ability. Smeargle on the other hand somehow knew these Godlike moves making it uneasy to cast a bet on who would be the one to fall.

Not able to hold itself back anymore the Toxicroak crouched on the spot before springing itself up in the air. To attack this fiendish Pokemon head on would be the end; although it was angry it wasn't going to allow itself to fall into such a blind rage. He was going to let rip its blows and live to tell the tale about it. With its amazing leap, it had reached the ceiling of the warehouse. It looked down to see the exact position of the Smeargle and then sprung itself downwards. The Pokemon's poison laced fist strengthened outwards, it was going to try and deal a killer blow from above. The Smeargle however was quick to cotton on, instead it began fanning its tail at a speed so incredible, it the tail became nothing more than a blur. As the Toxicroak came within striking distance, the tail had generated a fierce blast of air resembling that of a miniature tornado. It pummelled into the opponent without mercy and launched him into what was left of the roof. Toxicroak had failed to exact its revenge.


Double Battle

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Harley's Roserade | Level ??? |
Health : 0%
Status : Normal
...

Eightball's Toxicroak | Level ??? |
Health : 0%
Status : Normal
...

VERSUS!

Smeargle | Level 31 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal
We hope you enjoyed Smeargle airlines

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The Smeargle did not relent upon finishing the Toxicroak, instead, the dog Pokemon began lassoing its tail around with the twister along with it. It knew something else was coming for it. At the other side of the warehouse was a speeding blur. As it became closer and more distinguishable, it was clear to see that Eightball was riding his motorbike straight at the Smeargle. What more was that Harley was balancing herself up and readying a capturing net by swinging it over her head. "We better stop this now, Eight!" Yelled Harley as she desperately looked on to see the state of her Pokemon. "HOLD ON!" Roared Eightball as he increased the bike's speed. With the threat of being sucked up by the Smeargle's tornado, Eightball began evasive manoeuvres. As the tornado came towards them he skidded sideways and barely dodged it. The gusts of the wind made the bike skid and become uncontrollable. With a bit of debris making contact with the motorbike it lost balance completely and the to riders roughed along the floor as their attempt also failed. Yet another wave of Joey's gang had lost their bid in order to curb the intruder.

Like clockwork, another set of doors flung open and as opposed to angry cries emerging from them, there was a puff of smoke that exploded. As it died down, an eerie mist blanketed the floor as it rolled over in the area before it. Out of the darkness then came a chilling guitar wail followed by a bunch of discordant notes. It seemed Joey's gang still had some members left to put up a fight. Two shadowed figures stepped from outside of the door and eventually revealed themselves. One was a rather fabulous looking man dressed up as a magician and was juggling a set of Pokeballs. The other could only be described as a rockstar. His long hair, piercings, tattoos and lighting yellow get up only helped to alleviate the image. His crimson red guitar was held in his hands as he played it passionately. "Ohohoho Erik~! It seemed the others failed to stop this intruder. You know what thaaaaaaa~aaaaat meaaaans?" The man stopped juggling and flapped his cape backwards for dramatic flair. The other person playing guitar hit a bum note and stopped. Tucking his guitar to his side similar to that of a rifle, he surveyed the battlefield. "Aww no way... HARLEY!" His face became overwhelmingly concerned at the sight of the female member out cold on the floor.

He turned his attention to the Smeargle and snarled. "Not cool dude, not cool. You wanna play rough huh? I'll GIVE YOU ROUGH YA LITTLE RUNT!" With that he grabbed his guitar and began playing like a lunatic. The notes seemed to be magnified a thousand fold around the Smeargle specifically and caused it to cover its ears in agony. The man frantically thrashed away at his instrument. "Now Merton! Knock that piece of..." Before he could finish, the man referred to as Merton cut him off. "Now, now, my little Erik. I'm no liability!" He selected one Pokeball and laughed in the style of a theatrical villain. "Voltorb! Lay waste my lovely~!" He reeled back and then launched his Pokemon forward with unrivalled force. The imitation Pokemon flew through the air and dabbed the distracted Smeargle in the face knocking him out for the time being. With the warehouse now safe, the two walked forward to deal with the "Rocket."

"Hey Merton... Seems a Rocket was behind this." He held onto his guitar neck and leered in the most sardonic manner. Merton covered his mouth and laughed exaggeratively. "My dear Erik, we shall have to try out my vanishing act on her! What say youuu?" They looked to each other and nodded. As they sent forth their Pokemon, it was obvious they were determined to stop this. With Smeargle out of the way, Sharada would have to think fast in picking her Pokemon to defend her.

Magician Merton and Guitarist Erik want to fight!


They send out Exeggutor and Exploud!
Please select two Pokemon for a double battle.