Ready or Not! [F]

[Morrigan]

Confused as she couldnt make out anything from the direction Joe had been pointing in, Sharada turned her face back towards him, only to be placed in a fairly awkward situation. The strong scent of bourbon entered her nostrils as his incredibly close face moved in closer, planting a small smooch on her lips with his stubbled face. If she had been a little more sober, her immediate reaction would probably cause the warehouse to crash to the ground, due to her yelling all shorts of abuse to him. But, with the effects of the rum circling around in her mind, she rode with it quite calmly, plonking herself back in her seat quickly as he pulled away. Shading her now incredibly reddened face with her hands, she wiggled in embarrassment, shuffling away from Joe little by little. Her redness increasing at the sound of little chuckles from his gang members around the tabled flooded her ears.

Peering through her fingertips, it seemed that Looker was the only one who had made no reaction what so ever. With Joe chucking back more drinks, Sharada edged herself a little closer to Looker, blinking at him in amazement as he finally looked and spoke to her. Though she was waiting for a question about home, she didnt really want to mention the truth about her past, even in the fairly tipsy state she was in right now, she was able to hold herself back. With an awkward laugh to break the small silence, she flashed him a fake smile before cooking up a reply for him, "I miss Hoenn alot! There is a lot of sea in our region, so traveling to a place which is mainly land is a little change." Receiving a top up from Merton earlier, she sipped up the blue liquid once more, her eyes squinting suddenly at the sharp taste. Straightening her back, she glanced to the still emotionless Looker as he had another drink. Despite her intent glance being incredibly obvious to him, she began to ponder to herself just why he seemed so stern in a group who seemed so carefree. "Hey, Looker?..." she seemed to pause for a minute, about to ask him a little more about himself, but decided against it and focused back onto her drink and his hat which sat on the table between them, "Let me wear your hat~" she called out, her childish voice slowly creeping back.

Before he even had a chance to respond, Sharada had jumped out of her skin due to a rather loud and booming voice echoing from across the table. At further inspection, it turned out to be Joe, it seemed the effects of alcohol were really kicking in for him as he began to question the glass pyramid which sat before them. Giving him a fairly concerned stare, she opened her mouth to speak to him, only to have her concerns drowned out by his continuous voice. Even his gang members were just barely getting through to him, until of course, he started balling right in front of her eyes. Not sure if this was just another trick, she leaned across the table to his gang members, raising an eyebrow before asking them in a quiet whisper, "Is he... usually like this?"

The sound of his chair scraping across the floor as he stood up drawed in everyones attention, a number of shocked glances spreading of their faces as he began to jog up and down on the spot, glaring angrily at the pyramid of glass. Lifting her drink in the safety of her hands, Sharada was forced to step to one side with the others, gasping in horror as Joe charged forward, crashing head first through the glass which resulted in him skidding across the floor. Clasping her hand across her opened mouth, she gasped in horror at the sight of her beloved Joe surrounded by shattered glass shards across the floor. "J-JOEY?!" she whimpered loudly, placing her glass back onto a safe surface before carefully approaching him. Crunching her boots over the glass cautiously, she grimaced at the sight of him not moving and eventually crouched by his side, nudging his shoulder gently, "H-Hey! Joe!"


OOC: Lol, the kiss bit is from Kung Fu Hustle, quick shot thingies are from From Dusk til Dawn and the glass pyramid-super-crashy-fun-times is The Whole Ten Yards, or, whatever its called. xD Cutest reply E.V.E.R

[The REAL Joey]

The persisting nudges given by Sharada were enough to stir him. Joey groggily looked up and rubbed his forehead agonisingly as he took off his bandanna and wiped his face with it. "Daaaaaaamn." Was all he could mutter as he tried sitting up, gasping with aches and pains as he eventually just gave in and rested on his elbow for support to look around. "I had enuff..." He grumbled. Eventually Rocko came over to give him a reassuring pat on the side of his arm to see if he was ok. "Alright, Joe's just lost it." Using his incredible strength, he grabbed Joey and helped to reel him up back onto his feet. Joey leaned completely on Rocko as he couldn't stand on his own two feet and even the large bulk himself couldn't cope completely. He looked to Sharada and asked her to just prop him on the side. "Dammit Joe, you are utterly hammered."

Rocko looked to the rest and before he could move him back to the seat, Looker told him what to do. "It would be best to drop him off at his room." Rocko nodded understandingly realising if he were to stay here he'd only try and consume every alcoholic drink going. With a great heave, Rocko and Sharada took Joey up the stairs and began making their ways up the stairs slowly. "Joey what the hell have you been eaten?!" It was clear that Rocko was struggling slightly; that or the alcohol had impaired his own strength. After much toil they made it to the top of the stairs and now made their way through all the rubble and dust of the main interior. "Boss ain't usually like this. He can handle his drink better than most. Guess he's got somethin' botherin' him." Behind them came Dusty who sprinted up the stair case in order to catch up.

"He alright? He looks well outta it." As he realised the two had no idea where Joey's secret bedroom was, Dusty dashed ahead and signalled them towards a rather out of the ordinary brick wall. He clicked a few random specs on the wall and the doors slid open, revealing a secret bedroom tucked away. Dusty gave a nod of his head and was seemingly grinning from behind his dust mask and shades. "Secret room of his, haha. I bet with this place needing a remodel we'll be gettin' our own rooms too. Sleeping down in that make do barracks downstairs is just the pits. I keep breaking into unused houses for a kip." Either way, Dusty took off his cap and scratched his head as Rocko and Sharada moved forward to dump Joey on his rather comfortable looking bed. As they placed him down on it he sunk incredibly and seemed to be mumbling something about a ghost girl. None of what he was saying made any sense but he was spouting it all the same.

Rocko dusted his hands together and gave a small nod to Sharada. "I'm gonna go get some more booze. Plus side to ale is it don't hit ya so hard to what he was downin'." He accidentally burped and began tilting his way out of the room through the double mirrored doors. Joey and Sharada were now left in his bedroom and he slowly came to again. It seems the small pass out was all that was needed for him to get a bit more with it all. "Urgh... My head feels like I just had a Steelix land on it." He groggily shook his head from side to side and realised he was in his room. "I don't even know what is going on ahahaha." He slowly pulled himself up but almost fell over as over leaned forwards and dumped his head into the front of his bed.

OOC: Congratulations you got it in one! I'll be handing you this little gift in a post or two depending how quick the RP progresses.

[Morrigan]

As Joe began to stir, Sharada's eyes opened larger, staring at him with deep concern as he was barely managing to even sit up, "O-Oh J-Joe..." she mumbled sadly, removing her hands from his shoulder as he began to run his face. Rubbing the side of her head herself, the sound of heavy boots crunching towards them made her lift her eyes upwards to see the tall Rocko give Joe some support. With a gigantic tug, Rocko was able to lift Joe off the ground, the way his head rolled about and hung low making Sharada grimace. Dusting off glass shards from his clothes and hair, she wrapped Joe's other arm around her own shoulders, though Rocko was really the one dealing with his weight the most.

Nodding to Looker at his suggestion of carrying him over to his bedroom, Sharada managed to make a small smile to the other gang members, "Thank you all for inviting me for this drink. Once Joe has settled down, I think I'll probably be off, so goodbye if I dont seeya again." Bowing her head gratefully to them, she began her struggle of keeping Joe supported as both Rocko and herself dragged him in the direction of his room. Well, she was mainly relying on Rocko since she had no idea where she was going. As the struggled up the stairs and into the interior warehouse, Sharada looked past Joe to Rocko, listening as he spoke, "Something... bothering him?" she questioned.

With the possibility of something lingering on Joe's mind, she fell silent, glancing to the floor and pondering on what it could be. There was a slight chance he could be worried about the whole team rocket plan, but they had already been over it before which led her to believe it was perhaps something else. Whilst deep in her thoughts, she hadnt noticed Dusty had appeared and unlocked the door to his bedroom. It was only when she felt the sudden movement of Rocko when she glanced up, just happening to see him standing in front of them. After the final few steps, the struggle was brought to a stop as the duo plonked the drunken Joe safely onto his bed. With a sigh of relief, she stretched her arms tiredly before looking up to Rocko and giving him a warm smile, "Thanks for your help! Enjoy your drink and I hope we meet again." As the large man left the room, she noticed a capless Dusty in the doorway. Taking a couple of steps towards him, she stuck out her tongue in a cheek manner, "Just your dust mask now and I would've seen ya whole head, hahaha" Holding a hand out to offer him a handshake, she nodded slowly, "When we meet again, I wont knock ya out cold."

Waving goodbye to the final member, Sharada closed the bedroom door behind her, hearing noises from the corner of the room. Turning to see, she noticed Joe was beginning to move about and decided to grab a seat, placing it at the edge of his bed and sitting down comfortable, "Joe, I think it'd be best if you just rest up for now... What you did was a little dangerous." Her concern for him was apparent on both her face and in her voice, not leaving after he had settled back down. The words Rocko had mentioned caused her to question him, "Is there something on your mind, Joe? Ya'know you can mention anything to me, if you want." Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, the thoughts of their little smooch flooded back to her. Even if it was just a little joked, she seemed to have taken it as yet another suggestion of love, following from when he had given her Valentina. "You know, that, er, ...kiss... doesnt help matters for me either? You shouldnt have feelings like that for me, they'll only get in the way for what we had planned... I knew I should'nt have visited." For a moment, it felt as if she was trying to distance herself emotionally from him. The tone of her voice was wobbly and full of worry, suggesting that she probably didnt mean it, more like she didnt want to accept these strange feelings she was starting to notice when around him.

[The REAL Joey]

Sobering up at the possibility of a rather serious discussion, Joey rubbed his head and tried to take in Sharada's words without twangs of pain throbbing in his head. "Ergh, Rocko must'a said somethin' right?" He rested back in his bed and seemingly fell silent, as if choosing his next words carefully. "Sure I know I can tell ya all and anythin', I do know that." He let out a rather defeated sigh and looked up to his ceiling while pinching the side of his quilt absent-mindedly. "Guess this whole undercover thing is makin' me worry. If they do figure you out I just hope i'll be able to get in time to bust ya out of a sticky situation." He tossed his head from side to side and laughed. "Argh, what am I thinkin'. It wouldn't just be me who'd bust ya out. It'd be all of us. Our entire gang. We all hate the Rockets more than your average person so we'd all be fightin' with every bone in our bodies."

He pointed to her and shrugged. "Jus' me worrying over anything and everything. 'Sides, you got a good Pokemon to go covert with. Quite a few use Ekans." As she mentioned the concept of feelings, Joey swelled up a little but did his best to disguise the fact he had. "Ah pft, you're imagining things!" He looked to the floor and realised this was an obvious lie. This girl who hailed all the way from Hoenn had made bit of an impact on him. In times of trouble she had pulled through for him time and time again and her going undercover into Team Rocket was the ultimate testament to that. "Look right, you comin' here ain't no mistake." His eyes slowly lingered over her as she continued to speak. "And yeah ok, maybe there are feelin's between us but I know they're reciprocated along the lines somewhere." He slowly got up, almost losing balance in the process from being so heavily under the influence of alcohol still. A serious issue can do wonders to sober up a person, not so much on the slurred motoring skills of the body.

He looked to her dead in her eyes and it was clear there was conflicting feelings in his eyes. "Tell ya what. You go undercover with Team Rocket and we'll leave things as if fer now. After things can be as different as they like." He realised that there was some definite awkward tension between them. Clambering sideways, he seemed to be reaching for something from his bedside table. "Lookie here, what is this?" He presented a rather worn Great Ball with a few indents and scars along it. He took out her hand and placed the Great Ball into her possession. "This has got a lotta history behind it. I consider it bit of a good luck charm." He looked down at the ball and his faced was filled with a nostalgic warmth as he recounted the memories. "I lived way back in Fuchsia right? Not sure if you know but that place has history with ninjas and all that. What with the gym leader hailing from a fabled ninja lineage." He realised this was sounding a bit odd and cut to the chase. "Either way, I lived next door to this old man. This was back when I was an absolute tearaway. I was a cheeky little blighter. Always getting into trouble, stealing things, causing havoc, you name it, my younger self was doin' it."

He sat back down and carried on with his story. "The one guy who kept catching me out was this old bloke. I used to really hate his guts for figuring me out all the time but I eventually warmed up to him." He clasped his hands and rested the side of his face into one of them. "Havin' no father figure made me look up to him as one I 'spose. Anyways, this guy used to be trained as a ninja and taught me a few odd things about thievery and the lark. Hah, I miss that old bugger." He pointed to the Great Ball and smiled. "That's a memento he gave to me when he taught me some bits of his trade. I can handle myself in a fight thanks to that guy. Disciplined me a bit as well so I didn't turn out into an utter mental delinquent like some of the lost and found of society. Least I got some scruples, eh?" Smiling at her he nodded. "Yer'll be needin' that more than me. Just keep it on ya and things'll go ok. Not too sure about where the old man got it from but look after it alright? If you need to use it, then use it. I trust it'll be on somethin' worthwhile."

He stood up and looked to her. "So what's yer plan no f'now?" He swayed on the spot slightly, the alcohol was still running amok through his veins.

[Morrigan]

Removing her hand from Joe's shoulder, she sighed at how he acted at first, pausing for a few moments before letting out sighs of his own. The alcohol may every well have been wearing off, but it didnt mean that it had just disappeared in an instant. Maybe with him is in less than sober state she could get a little information at out him. The one thing what she had hoped wasnt on his mind seemed to be the thing which was indeed troubling him however, the Rocket plan. Sitting back in her chair abruptly, she took her eyes off him to glance angrily around the room. What was it, did he find her incapable? Perhaps he was starting to see her as an annoyance getting in between him and his true goal. Despite her sudden angry sit back, it seemed that he was only thinking of her interest. "There's no need to involve your gang... I can handle things by myself." Even though she said this, being from the region of Hoenn left her with very little knowledge of Team Rocket in the first place. So knowing both him and his gang would be there to back her up gave her a little relief, even though she tried not to show it.

A slight smirk crept across her lips as he mentioned her Pokemon, "You seem to have an odd impression of my choice in Pokemon... You best be careful that I dont side with the Rockets completely and have my team whoop your ass." Sticking her tongue out playfully at the end to indicate that she was more than joking, she couldnt help but let out a little laugh. He had such a deep hatred of them, she should've known better than to tease him with such words, afterall. Leaning back in her chair casually, her shoulders drooped into a relaxed position, noticing the expression on his face as they began talking about their feelings to one another. "Who'd have thought, me meeting a guy who almost stole my Swablu would be the same one a short time later, laying drunk on a bed talking to me about things like this." She tilted her head backwards slightly, glancing up to the ceiling as she remembered the numerous times they had spent together which had led up until now, with undoubtedly more to come in the future.

After a small silence between them, she suddenly splurted out, "I wish I didn't like you as much as I do... Sure, as a friend we would've looked out for one another but, I feel really strange around you now." Picking her head back up, she gazed to him, her eyes seemingly puffing up a little, "Like now, you look so sad... I just want to hug you so tightly... Why?" Her voice and teary expression were both incredibly confused, it was obvious she had never experienced such emotions before and was finding it hard to take everything in, so instead, was trying to fight it. Nodding, almost disappointedly, at his remark about continuing with the plan as normal, she forced a small smile, "You're right. Maybe I'm taking this out of hand and making it worse than it really was... T'was just on my mind."

Sharada's voice faltered as she leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees before furiously rubbing her fingertips against her eyelids. Reopening them, she was presented a rather rough looking Great Ball and an interesting story which explained more of Joe's past behind it. "I couldnt possibly take something so precious from you." The words of it being a lucky charm rang through her mind as it was thrusted into her hands. Staring intently at it for a short moment, she slowly closed her eyes and tapped her forehead against it gently, "I wont use it at all, I'll protect Joe's good luck charm until he wants it back."

Securing it safely in her bag, Sharada jumped to her feet at the sight of Joe standing to his own, holding her arms out cautiously incase he fell. As he wobbled on the spot, she took a short moment to glance out of his window, noticing the sun set in the distance, "If I leave now, I should be able to make it to a Pokemon centre for the night." She then paused, thinking about what tomorrow would hold, "Then tomorrow, I'll be challenging the Gym. Depending on how that turns out, I'll spend the following day preparing myself then that night..." She gave him a sudden glance, hinting that perhaps within the next day or two she'll be attempting Team Rocket. "I take back what I said about no contact what so ever... But, if it's alright with you, I'll just call when I want to see you." Knowing that this was goodbye for now, she lifted her hand and reached out for his, linking their fingers tightly as she spoke a little quieter, "S-So, you best have your Poketech on at all times!"

[The REAL Joey]

This had been more than an explosive evening. For now though it seems the somewhat awkward tension that had been bridged between them had collapsed and things were looking up. Joey smiled wryly and responded to what she had said. "Pft, my Poketch is always on. Always." He put forward his wrist with a rather beaten looking Poketch there. "I dunno if contacting me when you're on missions for Team Rocket is still good..." He seemed to be puzzling over something before nodding his head profoundly. "Yeah, tell ya what. Rename your contact for me as someone else. Jimmy or whatever. Just something to throw them off my scent in case they do some surprise inspection." He threw his hands downwards and shrugged half heartedly. "Aw hell, what do I know. I ain't got a clue how the Rockets act like in their organisation. Probably a bunch of goofballs with how many times people have punched holes in their plan like Swiss cheese."

He stood up and laughed. "Look, I think we both need to steel ourselves some. It's gonna be dangerous. O' course it is, undercover stuff like dat always is. But we can do this. We just need to keep our minds focused and we'll come out tops." He nodded to her and grinned. The very fact he was letting Sharada do this meant he had a lot of faith in her own abilities. "And that sounds like a good idea to me. It's bit of a stretch to the nearest Pokemon Centre but with your team you'll be fine." He then pointed out another alternative. "There's always some space here. I'm sure we could find ya a spare bed or whatever?" Realising she was pretty set upon leaving and heading to Violet in order to challenge Faulkner he pretty much realised there was no point in wasting the time and effort put in by both parties.

Looking up he realised Sharada might need some help being escorted out of the premises. He slid open one of his wardrobe doors that turned out to be the exit out of his room and stepped gestured forward for Sharada to exit first. "I may be drunk but I still got mah manners." As they proceeded out, Joe looked to the main interior. "Nah, this'll be cleaned up no probs. We'll be fine." He leaned against her and helped to guide them towards the main exit. "Glad you could see this place. We put a lot of work into changing it from some decrepit old building to our hideout. And we'll do the same this time around. Out of the rubble will come..." He paused realising what he was going to say made no sense. "A run down looking abandoned warehouse, hah!" They stumbled forward with Joey barely able to keep himself upright. They were so close to the exit and only two more girders were all they had to pass before they would have to say goodbye. "I really enjoyed yer comin' down here. That was quite the first impression too with my gang. That one is gonna go down in history. They'll be telling their grandkids about this for many generations to come, haha!"

While Joey's gang members and himself had pretty much said their farewells, it was time for one of the other wild residents that called this warehouse their abode. From behind a girder rolled towards a rather frantic looking Voltorb. Joey, although drunk, quickly reacted insinctively and pushed them both out of harm's way. The rolling ball sped past them and skidded around to confront them face to face. The twitching ball and its leering eyes were more than enough to make it recognisable as if the tell tale Pokeball colours weren't enough. It seemed a wild Voltorb had decided to say its goodbyes to Sharada too. In the most aggressive way of course. Joey struggled to get himself up and he was about to send out a Pokemon when he realised he left them back in his room. "Awww dammit... What a time to be unarmed...!" He looked to Sharada and gave her a charming smile. "Well, seeing as you're so skilled how about you handle this, heheh?" He leaned against the girder and breathed a sigh of relief under his breath. "Smooooooth thinkin' Joe."



Encounter

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A wild Voltorb (Level 19) has appeared!

[Morrigan]

Withdrawing her hand from his side, she smiled to him tearfully, her cheeks looking a little rosey red. She was so pleased to have someone liked him beside her, even at times when he is drunk he still seemed to fill her with courage. Flashing her own Poketch to compare it to his own, she let out a little laugh at how tattered up his was, "Haha... These things can be expensive, you should take care of it, especially since its gonna be the only way to contact me." Speaking of contact, she hadnt really thought about inspections. In fact, they probably would look into things from history to phone numbers incase of little undercover spies like herself would try to join. Its not like she was in the police force or anything of the sort, so besides Joe's number there wasnt really any problem. "I see what you mean, hmm... And they may find it suspicious if someone catches me calling you."

She fell deep in thought for a moment, perhaps she could name the number Dad, atleast if the Rockets rang it they would be presented with a male voice. Or perhaps they could just work out a free time when he could call her, that way she could delete his number to keep him safe. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she looked up to him, "We'll work something out when the time comes, I suppose." A small smile spread over her face as Joe offered her a place for the night. It was incredibly nice of him but the expression on her face suggested that she really wanted to get going. Sticking behind to help with tidying up the warehouse was on her mind but she knew they would eventually do it in their own spare time.

Lending her shoulder and arm to Joe, she helped support him as they made their way out of his bedroom and back into the mess of the Interior Warehouse that she had created. It was a familiar sight to see now and with the odd comment from his other gang members, she felt almost like she had done good. With the rather heavy Joe leaning against her, she grinned to the side towards him, "Dusty was saying that thanks to this, everyone else might get their own bedroom too, a little like yours. If you need any help, feel free to contact me. I'll ask my daddy to sail over here, he is pretty good with handy things like that. Like, when Dewford had a storm in the past he helped around build some structures and stuff~" Her voice was really enthusiastic, it seemed she had a nice relationship with her father. As they approached the exit, Sharada's arm which was around his waist clung onto him slightly tighter, "Hahaha... Thank you for having me here. Almost makes me want to join your gang, myself. Thooough, I'm not exactly good at anything. Perhaps I can just disguise myself, sneak into places and let Smeargle do the rest."

As a small laugh escaped her lips, she was suddenly tugged to one side, only just noticing the rather angry Voltorb which had appeared in front of them. Gently letting go of Joe, the fact of him having no Pokemon gave her an opportunity to show Joe she'll be fine on her own. Standing protectively in front of him, she picked out a Pokeball from her belt, a large grin spreading across her face, "Then, I'll show you my new little friend~" Tossing the pokeball forward, a familiar purple snake emerged from the bright burst of light. As it's eyes met with the Voltorb, it hissed violently before turning its head to look behind it, giving Sharada a just as venomous glare. This wasnt a happier place outside of the warehouse, they were still bloody in it! With an awkward smile, Sharada had remembered her little promise about taking the Ekans out of this dump, "We were just about to go when this thing turned up... Heh, if you wanna leave here that badly, then you best help make this quick." With rage building in its eyes, it gave Sharada and understanding nod, flicking its head back to the red and white ball. "Ekans! Start things off with a Bite!"

[The REAL Joey]

Unarmed as Joey was, he was reluctant to move away from the battle itself. "Aww shucks, I guess i'll have to sit on the sidelines fer now." He shook his head and slowly scuffled his way over to a nearby girder that was still erect and leaned against it, his arms crossed and he barely stayed alert enough to watch as the battled waged. "Your Ekans sure seems to want to get outta here. I never seen one so agitated! I mean, look at that tail!" True enough, the poison snake Pokemon's tail was rattling at a very intimidating rate. had the Voltorb not been so suicidal it would have been surely wetting itself on the spot. Instead, the incessant twitching that accompanied these aggravated balls of crazed anger rocked it ever on. As Sharada issued her move, the two opponents were spurred into action. With things underway, Joey moved out of his over relaxed position and paid a bit more attention to what was happening.

Before Ekans could perform what Sharada had asked of her, the Voltorb pre-empted its own move. By spinning fiercely on the ground, it emitted a horrible screeching noise that sounded like scratching a chalkboard. Joey clasped his ears and groaned out in how debilitating it was. "Goddamn, my ears! What a splitting earache!" Eventually the noise died down but it was obvious Ekans had been rattled by such a noisy assault on its hearing. For such a screeching move, Ekans slithered forward with abandon and opened its large maw. It clamped down ferociously on the ball imitating Pokemon and did a fairly decent amount of damage to it. Eventually it was shrugged off and Ekans retreated back to its position. "This battle is gonna be a close one." Noted Joey who had just recovered from the screech attack.



Wild Battle

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Voltorb | Level 19 |
Health : 70%
Status : Normal

Ekans | Level 18 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal, Def -2

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[Morrigan]

Making sure that Joe was out of harms way, Sharada nodded her head to the lone girder a fair distance behind them. It felt somewhat nice that he was watching her battle, even though it was just a Voltorb it was almost like he was relying on her somewhat. That or she was just over thinking things. With Ekans rattling her tail violently, Sharada waved a hand back to Joe, "Dont mind her. I think all the traps she triggered and the block of ice we froze her in has annoyed her so much... Guess she has had enough of Voltorbs." The familiar movement of the Voltorb reminded her of a double battle she had earlier in the day. Immediately placing her hands across her ears, she grimaced at the high pitch screech with echoed throughout the Interior Warehouse.

Keeping her narrowed eyes locked onto her Ekans, she watched as it withered in pain, coiling itself together tightly, trying to block out at sound. As soon as the spinning Voltorb came to a halt, the sly snake gave the ball no time to dodge. Already in a coiled position, it sprang itself viciously forward, almost like a spring, wrapping its jaws tightly around the tip of the Voltorb, squirming it about a little. Removing her hands from her ears, she watched as the Pokeball like Pokemon wiggled its way out of the Ekans' grasp and looked to the snake with indignation. It was only then that Sharada realised what Voltorb could do, explode. "Ekans use Glare!" Sharada suddenly spluttered out in a panic. If she was able to paralyse it, there may be a chance to stop it blowing up. The Ekans reared up, lengthening its body until it towered over the ball, widening its eyes before shooting it a venomous glare.

[The REAL Joey]

As the battle raged on, Joe couldn't help but notice the Voltorb was acting strangely. It was the next round and as aggressive as it was, Joey had expected for the imitation Pokeball to have attacked by now. After all, Ekans had lost a lot of its nerves and its defence had dropped dramatically due to that earache of a move called Screech. The way the Voltorb just sat there immobile was quite unexpected. He was about to say something when a bright flash surrounding the Pokemon enveloped it an electrical haze. "Woahwoahwoah! I think this little guy is charging himself up! Watch out Shar!" A number of Electric type Pokemon had access to such a move. It would send a flood of electricity threw the Pokemon's bodies and ensure their next Electric based attack would be heightened in power. "Damn, the electric current coursing through it seems to be bit of a defensive tact too..." Noted Joey as the Voltorb was now glowing ominously.

Sharada's command was something coveted by the Ekans. With its eyes now reeling open, the almost hypnotic stare that was given by the Pokemon seemed to act like daggers as it hit the Voltorb. There was definitely a sense of it being paralysed with fear. Joey grinned and gave her a thumbs up. "Yep, your Ekans is pretty damn cool. Least you've shut down its speed advantage for now. All I can say is, just watch out for the next turn... It's gonna hurt." Ekans reared down as its tongue flickered out of its lips. The end was coming closer by the second and it wasn't going to taste defeat on its farewell battle to the warehouse.


Wild Battle

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Voltorb | Level 19 |
Health : 70%
Status : Paralysed, Sp. Def +1, Electric Move +1
Don't give me that look

Ekans | Level 18 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal, Def -2
*hiss* Stupid orb!

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[Morrigan]

Taking in what Joe was saying, Sharada looked to the Voltorb who indeed hadnt really moved an inch. It was remaining in a single spot, just merely looking angrily at the snake and not attack it physically. She shivered nervously at the idea that it was perhaps preparing an explosion, but the ball like Pokemon seemed to have another idea. A strong electrical current enveloped around it. Once the bursts of electricity calmed down, all that was left were the odd spark which flickered off its spherical body. She didn't have to hear it from Joe to realise that it was indeed charging up for something, something big.

Now having a bit more speed behind her thanks to the successful paralysis attack, Sharada held her arms behind her back, swaying from side to side and grinning childishly as Joe complimented her Ekans. "She is such a good girl~" Sharada purred proudly to herself, her Ekans simply glaring towards her as she waited for the next command, her tongue peeping through her mouth as she hiss sharply. "Try another Bite attack!"

[The REAL Joey]

Thinking twice about approaching the Ekans, the typically fast Voltorb was frozen onto the spot, slowed down by its new found fear of the Ekans. The electrical field that was faintly glowing around it still remained however. Leaning back against the uneven girder, Joey folded his arms again, pressed one of the soles of his boot against it and leaned the back of his head also. "Y'know, out of all the traps this place has the Voltorb one is best on paper. 'Cept... They don't explode how we planned. Guess we rounded up a faulty bunch or summat." Realising the Voltorb wasn't going to be moving soon, the Ekans, as opportune as ever, snaked its way up to the Voltorb to deal out the move that it had been ordered. It opened up its mouth to an outstandingly wide amount and then clamped down on the Voltorb, giving it a good bite despite its metallic like texture. "Haha, I bet if it wanted it could gulp that thin' down whole."

The Voltorb barely managed to get free but when it did, it was obvious the Pokemon had flinched from seeing the insides of the Ekans after being bite on the face. Its eyes were shut close and it seemed to be shaking to itself almost as if it were saying "NO" had the Pokemon a voice. Ekans had a wry smile coat its lips as it proudly side winded itself back to Sharada. As it retreated, it neatly put itself into place and held its head aloft proudly. Joe grinned at how the Pokemon acted. "Yup, got a real character on yer hands there. That Voltorb looks shut down completely!" He looked to her and wondered what she would do next.



Wild Battle

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Voltorb | Level 19 |
Health : 41%
Status : Paralysed, Sp. Def +1, Electric Move +1
Ngrk!! *FLINCH*

Ekans | Level 18 |
Health : 100%
Status : Normal, Def -2
Blah, tastes horrible.

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[Morrigan]

Sharada blinked on ahead at the Voltorb after hearing the chance that his gang had rounded up a bunch of faulty Voltorb. If that were the case like he had said, then perhaps there was a slim chance of it exploding on them afterall. Even though she knew this new burst of information, it didnt really put her at any ease with the sight of Ekans opening it's jaw widely for the second or third time and clamping down on the metallic ball. For all she knew, that could be enough to cause it to explode. With this being on Sharada's mind, Joe's little comment didnt seem to help matters. Perhaps that venomous glint in Ekans' eyes was glutton rather than anger afterall, "D-Dont even joke about that! There is no way she would eat that thing!"

A look of horror spread across Sharada's face at the sight of the Voltorb shutting it's eyes tightly. Ekans began slivering backward to create a bit of space between them, but this was just like what had happened to the duo Voltorb from earlier. All she was expecting now was for it's eyes to reopen and in place of it's pupils being numbers counting down to their doom. Except, there wasnt anything like that. Taking her guard down for a short moment, the realisation of the ball just merely flinching kicked in, making her sigh in relief. With the battle going on for a little while now, Sharada had a thought. Turning to look to Joe, she pulled an empty Pokeball from her bag, rolling it around carefully in her fingers, "Hey... Mind if I catch it? If it is faulty, theeen you dont have much use for it, right?" She shot Joe a sickly sweet smile that he couldnt possibly refuse before turning swiftly back to the injured ball. With a flick of her wrist, she sent her empty pokeball spinning through the air, engulfing the Voltorb in a bright red light before hitting the floor.


Used:
x1 Pokeball

[The REAL Joey]

Sharada throwing her Pokeball to attempt a capture of the wild Voltorb was a rather confusing sight. From off in the distance it would seem like Sharada was trying to capture a Pokeball but nevertheless, the capturing device made no discrimination in lassoing the imitation Pokemon in the familiar red light. As it covered it entirely and sucked it straight into the ball; it fell onto the ground, blowing away a little dust as it landed. The agonising moments a trainer had to experience were now in full swing. Joey looked to the Pokeball and laughed. "I betcha five bucks you got that." Once. Twice. Thrice!

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*CLICK*



Congratulations! The Wild Voltorb was captured!


Please fill out the following information about your new Pokémon:

Voltorb
Name: [choose]
Gender: None
Level: 19
Moves: Charge, Spark, Rollout, Screech
Ability: [choose] - [ Soundproof | Static | Aftermath ]
Nature/Personality: [choose]

[img]http://pldh.net/media/pokemon/gen5/blackwhite/100.png[/img]
[b]Voltorb[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: None
Level: 19
Moves: Charge, Spark, Rollout, Screech
Ability: [choose] - [ Soundproof | Static | Aftermath ]
Nature/Personality: [choose]

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Victory!

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Your Ekans fought courageously and has levelled up!
It went up by 3 levels and is now Level 21!
Ekans would like to learn the move Acid.
Replace a move so that it can learn Acid?

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With the angry Voltorb now safely under wraps, Joey stepped forward and clapped with applause. "Great job, Shar! That's the first time I seen you capture anything but it was one with real style. I'll have to hit you up when I need some of the stuff running wild around here caught." He grinned and realised that with the interruption now over, their goodbyes were now imminent. He shoved his hands into his pockets, forced a shrug and tilted his head to the side as he looked downwards. "Weeelll..." He stepped forward slowly and as he did, proceeded to look up to her. "Guess dis is farewell fer now." He was standing close to her, much closer than what most would deem comfortable. He looked into her eyes and seemed to be judging her in a way. As if she would truly be able to do this. It didn't take him long before he nodded in satisfaction. "You'll be fine. Remember, any probs, call us and we'll run our tyres all over that Rocket base." He stopped talking and looked to her. His usual grin was absent but instead was a heart felt smile. He stepped forward and enveloped her in his large arms. "Take care, ok? I'll miss ya." He stepped back after the embrace and patted her on the head. "Seeing as you got in, I 'spect you know how to get out." He turned on the spot and began walking off to his room slowly. He walked on for a number of steps before raising his hand in the air with a thumbs up over his shoulder.

OOC: And there we go! I hope you've enjoyed this little escapade in my warehouse. It's a good thing in the world of unreality things can be built in a number of days. It's a shame i'm not in Goldenrod otherwise Joe could just buy a whole team of Timburr to tart the place up. ;D Don't forget, if you want to end here that's fine but you can use the five page rule here as well i'm sure in case you missed out on anything. After the chaos I put you through, I think you more than deserve it. Tally ho!

I can also update you as well now!! ;D

[Morrigan]

[img]http://pldh.net/media/pokemon/gen5/blackwhite/100.png[/img]
[b]Voltorb[/b]
Name: Voltorb
Gender: None
Level: 19
Moves: Charge, Spark, Rollout, Screech
Ability: Soundproof
Nature/Personality: Explosive!

And Acid in place of Poison Sting, but I'll update both myself.

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With the pokeball shaking to a halt, Sharada clasped her hand into a fist, subtly cheering in her mind whilst a soft yes escaped under her breath. Returning the Ekans back into it's own ball, Sharada walked through the rubble to obtain her newly caught Voltorb, sticking her tongue out cheekily to Joe as he complimented her, "I've been lucky enough to catch a few things here~ You should totally look over Looker's surveillance tapes to see if he got me." Her rather cheerful and excited exterior from catching the Voltorb slowly began to fade, noticing a rather slow Joe walking towards her, kicking his foot at the loose debris.

It seemed the actual goodbye was upon them and even though they would definitely meet again, the atmosphere had begun feeling heavy. As he stood incredibly close to her, all she could really do stare straight back at him. Words what she wanted to say didnt seem to be making any effort to escape her lips, instead, actions were best in this situation. Burying her face into his shoulder, Sharada's hand clung tightly to the back of his t-shirt, arms wrapped around his waist tightly, "D-Dummy... As if I would m-miss you..."

Disappointingly pulling herself away, she stared up to him at the feeling of his large hand petting the top of her head. With a puff of her cheeks, she merely nodded, watching as he began to move his wave through the rubble and rather cooly giving her a thumbs up. Laughing to herself and shaking her head from side to side, Sharada turned and began walking in the opposite direction and back towards the rugged metal warehouse doors which were amazingly still standing. Squeezing herself out of the small gap, she was greeted with a pleasant sight of the night sky darkening over her head. With a slight shiver due to the chilly night breeze, she folded
her arms tightly. However, before she was even able to take a step away from the warehouse the sound of swooping shot by the side of her face causing her to turn rapidly. Only, nothing was there, "...J-Joe?..." Thinking it was the blonde biker playing a trick on her her trail of thought was just to carry on walking. But as another foot set on the ground, the swooping continued, only, whatever it was hit the back of her head!

Stumbling forward in shock, Sharada span on the spot, whipping a ball from her belt and tossing it forward. "SWABLU! Fury Attack whatever that thing is!" As the light flashed to display the glittering golden bird, it was clear to see the swooping culprit was infact a Zubat!

OOC: I'd happily take that offer and request a Zubat.