Tales of Slowpoke Tails [F]

[The REAL Joey]

With Kurt hidden behind the Shuckle's tentacles, all that could be heard was a resounding spit off of the caves walls as he sourly exchanged tit for tat with what Sharada had said. "Bravery or stupidity, none of these things come into it ya varmint." Obviously very enraged over this whole debacle, Kurt pressed on. The old miser knew full well that the mind of a Rocket would hardly care but by saying what he would, it helped him to motivate his efforts and remind himself of why he had recklessly charged in to save the poor victims living in the well. "These Slowpoke here, they're more than just Pokemon. They're time honoured guardians of Azalea. I don't expect you airheaded kids these days to know of the story but I still remember the tale. The tale of how the Slowpoke bought about enough rain to make this forested region prosper. Before Azalea was nothing but desolate plains." Pausing for breath, Kurt ripped out again. "And even if they weren't saviours to these lands, you think its right to just go up to 'em and take what's rightfully their's?!"

Trying to prevent himself from bursting a blood vessel, he fell silent again before his agitated voice stirred the echoes within the cavern. "These Slowpoke may be slow but they ain't stupid! The pain you inflict on 'em will catch up one day and it'll leave nothing but pain and misery. You'll be killing off any damn chance these poor buggers have at evolving into something greater!" Having stewed his fires long enough, Kurt responded to his Shuckle with a command. "I ain't lettin' lil' Missy here think she can outdo us. Shuckle! Constrict her no good lizard." Although his command was clear, the Shuckle had trouble unravelling its elaborate entwinement with itself having blockaded the way forward. Stumbling as it tried to sort itself out for an offensive, the intense blueish flames that spurred forward as if symbolising an angry dragon lit up the entirety of the passageway deeper into the cave. Deciding not to unravel just yet and protect its trainer, the Shuckle sealed off every visible gap and took the blow completely without even trying to avoid. Letting out a hiss, the Pokemon struggled to deal with the harsh fiery rage but amazingly somehow outlasted it. This Pokemon was a LOT tougher than it appeared. As the dragon flames died down, Kurt could be heard ranting on. It seemed the doddery old fart had been ranting the entire time. "...You youngsters and your edgy tendencies. Back in my day we were good, honest folk! You're all hopeless. The lotta ya! Although, there was this one kid... Good, honest guy. Looked like a no good delinquent mind you.

"Despite his image, he did the whole of Azalea a favour by clearing out the entirety of one of your other Rocket teams. Too bad I can't have a dependable guy like him around but it'd be too much to ask a wandering vagabond like him to protect some unimportant well. That's why i'm here dammit! I've had enough!" Eventually losing breath and needing some time to recuperate, the old time trainer watched as his Shuckle finally moved into action. Loosing two of its appendages, they struck forward with a lightning quick reaction and furled themselves around Cronos neck. With what should have been a strangling effect turned out to be nothing effective. As hard as the Shuckle tried to constrict around the Pokemon's neck, Cronos just seemed to shrug it off with a snide glare. Unbeknownst to Kurt and his Pokemon was the fact Cronos was holding onto a special gem from Unovan shores. "W-Wuh-what?! The other Rocket's Rattata was crushed by that... This is some right tomfoolery goin' on here lemme tell you!" Angrily gritting his teeth, Kurt yelled out. "You'll have to get over my dead body!" Sure enough, his Shuckle only had enough stamina to go another round. His Pokemon's knocking out was an inevitability at this point.



Trainer Battle

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Kurt's Shuckle | Level 25 |
Health : 23% (12/52 HP)
Status : Normal
You young'uns and your barbaric fighting

Cronos | Level 20 |
Health : 97% (57/59)
Status : Normal
I'll roast you good

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[Morrigan]

Unlike with Silver, Sharada was completely lost for words with this old man as he spat on the ground and put her verbally in her place. Flinching on the other side of the tentacles and standing safely behind her Charmeleon, the brunette listened to his flurry of words. If she wasnt in this darn uniform, she would usher him back to Azalea and guide him back home. Even if Rockets werent as strong as they used to be, or so people kept saying, they could still harm this elderly man. It choked her up inside that little bit more, too, as he explained to her the origin of the inhabitants down in this Well. Slowpoke werent anything she had really seen before but the pink, dopey, chunky found a spot in her heart. She was already guilty of being down here but every given second she was reminded of the horrid dead she was about to commit.

"H-Hah... I dont have time for such worthless fairy tales about these dumb dolts. But I'll make sure they are going to slowly regret bringing rain to these lands, if that is the case. A dry wasteland would suit Azalea, even the whole of Johto, so much better." Turning her blank gaze away and looking guilty, as if her father was telling her off, she continued to listen to his hard hitting words. "As slow as they may be, they have no chance evolving on their own. Snipping off a tail makes the little creatures that bit stronger, we'll helping them and making a tidy profit. No pain, no gain." Taking a single step back as Cronos decided it was his turn to shine, he felt overjoyed to be out in a battle after so long. He had been sent back to Sharada's parents for the longest time whilst she trained her other team. He was fine with helping her father weld metal together but this was the real stuff for him.

Through the blue flames, multiple tentacles tried to wrap around the lizard's neck which was enough to make Sharada jump back some more paces. Amazingly, Cronos seemed unharmed by it, as if it were a tickle. Relived that she might just have a chance with this, she couldnt help but feel the need to use the same move again. Afterall, if it works then there wasnt any need not to use it, that and this man needed to be out of the way. "Cronos, use Dragon Rage again. I dont want to see any dead bodies, but ridding this guy is a must!" Though, one thing the man did mention was something about some delinquent, her heart practically jumping out of her throat. There werent many good delinquent looking people about who were able to round up Rockets, she knew exactly who it was. Mentioning his name would be dreadful, however, a Rocket knowing about him and making him look bad would be down right awful. "Hah, shame he isnt around this time. I would be more than happy to beat anyone into the ground who dare oppose me."

[The REAL Joey]

Grinding at his potentially false set of teeth, Kurt looked absolutely wrathful as Sharada literally pissed all over the history of Azalea and those it owed its magnificent birth. The old man could rant on until the cave itself came crumbling down around them but oddly, he seemed to remain silent. All that he could muster from his lips paralysed with anger was a succinct threat. "If I was ten years younger...!" Ten years younger or not, his failure to prevent reinforcements reaching the main cavern of Slowpoke Well meant that the peaceful denizens were in for a lot more amputated pain. The ungodly like flames which fawned from Cronos' mouth seemed to make the very cave walls tremble as the sacred flames billowed forward and plunged the Shuckle into a new world of hurt. Causing the tentacled beast to retract its appendages back into its shell, the burning inferno soon died down as the entirety of Kurt's Shuckle retreated into its shell. At least there it could wither away in peace without having the outside world laugh at its pathetic loss.



Trainer Battle

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Kurt's Shuckle | Level 25 |
Health : 0% (0/52 HP)
Status : Normal
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Cronos | Level 20 |
Health : 97% (57/59)
Status : Normal
Let's see how well you can block when you're charred up

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Victory!

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Your Ralts fought courageously and has levelled up!
It went up by 3 levels and is now Level 23!
Cronos would like to learn the move Scary Face.
Delete a move so that she can learn it?
Cronos also gained +1 Happiness!

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Returning what was left of his Shuckle, Kurt solemnly and bitterly stood to the side while clutching onto his back. "Do what you will. Let's see if you gutless Rockets have got the audacity to try and do an old man like me in. Go on! I dare you!" Angrily curling his lip, he stood to the side and shook his head. Turning his head to the other side of where the passageway led, he laughed resentfully and muttered over and over under his breath until the throbbing vein on his forehead was fit to burst. "I don't know how anyone, anyone HUMAN, can just waltz in there and mutilate another life like that." Eyeing her closely, he snarled. "Ya whippersnapper, what if someone destroyed your pretty looks?! What then?! You wouldn't like it. Not one bit." Laughing wearily, Kurt was ready to face Sharada's judgement. "So? Murder me now if you got the guts. If you ain't, i'm just gonna keep comin' back here until I wear you nappy wearing babies into the ground."

[Morrigan]

Not being able to listen to Kurt's random chatter due to her Charmeleon releasing a stream of blue flames, the brunette, although knowing that this was all wrong, couldnt help but crack a grin as the Shuckle retreated into it's shell. Without the uniform, this could just as easily be classed as any other battle, another victory added to her growing line. Of course, she wasnt going to boast or skip around shouting about her confidence or how great she was, but atleast when it was time to return home, she had many fond moments to tell her parents and also felt inside herself that she was growing as a person. Blinking at the sight of the bright red light cloaking the withdrawn Shuckle back into the safe confides of it's Pokeball, Sharada dropped her subtle smile and sent a blank stare at Kurt.

Listening to his words, she couldnt quite find the right to talk back. Of course she was be upset, although she wouldnt class herself as pretty the majority of her life was her trying to better herself in appearance and silly materialistic dreams. Now she had worked for that, it was time to better her actual self but doing this whole Rocket palaver wasn't helping. Winning a battle gave her a small blast of excitement but then it was torn back down at the cost, the reality of what she was here to do. It was like asking a Pokemon to cut off her leg, she would hate it and suffer so much pain, so why did she have to do this? Sighing softly, the brunette reached her hand out to retrieve a cigarette, sparking it up in hope of the polluting fumes to drown her sorrows. "You're right... I'm not human."

Looking down at Cronos, who was looking up in amazement at the sight of his trainer being able to create smoke, the girl merely nodded to her beast and withdrew him. Walking with haste towards the wall, there was no way a man with his bad back would be able to catch up with her. "I would say murder isnt all that appealing to me but destroying a Pokemon life and happiness is probably just as equivalent. Well, no matter. You best retreat back home. If you continue to be a pain in my side, I'll simply contact a fellow Rocket to raid your home or even attack those close to you while I keep you busy. It's your call." Sending him a deathly stare, Sharada walked past him, cigarette hanging loosely over her lips and flakes of ash trailing behind her as she walked. It was painful talking to the elderly in such a way, especially when they were right.

Picking up the pace incase he decided to charge into her back, the brunette fled deeper into the cave, tossing her unfinished cigarette to one side. About to turn one final corner, she was hoping that this would finally be the real deal. All these "extras" were starting to irritate her, something like Joe popping out of the rocks would be just enough to top of this whole back experience.

[The REAL Joey]

Whether or not the meddlesome biker would stick his face in was yet to be seen as the entry of Sharada into the main body of the Slowpoke Well was about to yield something else entirely. It would be forgiveable to think that having been interrupted so far by the various vigilantes that another would get the drop on her but instead, the instance that greeted her was for the very reason she was here. Off by a dry patch of rocky terrain was a single lone Rocket who looked remarkably different from the rest. His attire was unmistakeably Team Rocket but it seemed to bear a lot of differentiating features that obviously penned him higher in rank than the other rockets that Sharada had come across. His flashy hat and flamboyant hairstyle gave but a small hint to his outlandish personality. She may not have been all that clued up on Team Rocket's hierarchy but standing before her was one of the Team Rocket Executive. An elite villain that went by the name of Proton. His pristine outfit was now dirtied with the amount of blood and gore that had plastered all over himself from the butchering he was administering.

As if in a timely habit, the man lifted up his hand and with a mighty swing downwards with the cleaver in his hand, severed the link between Slowpoke and its tail. Happily admiring every single tail he cut off, the male threw them into a large sack and then stood up and booted the unfortunate dopey Pokemon off into a corner where a number of its other ilk were all piled up; some still unaware of their surgery while others were shambling in tears having finally caught up with the soul destroying reality. Realising that he had perhaps been working overtime, the man simply chuckled to himself vilely and then smashed the cleaver he had down into the wooden chopping board that had been put in place. Standing up with his back still facing Sharada, the Rocket sniffed his nose. The smell of tobacco was filtering through the air and it was something he was all too aware of.

Turning slowly with his hand on a Pokeball that sat holstered away at his belt, the devious Rocket member eyed up Sharada and seemed pleased at her arrival. Perhaps he too had been dealing with a never ending wave of stragglers trying to make a dent on their important tail laundering. As if undressing Sharada with his eyes as he slowly crept up her curves, he let out a boisterous wolf whistle before greeting her. "What a dame! I gotta admit, you're a sight for sore eyes. To think I was expecting some bratty goody two shoes punk to come stormin' in! This must mean you're a Rocket with promise. Ambition. Power. Proton likes that." Eyeing her some more, he stood away from the bloodied mess and laughed. "I've been doing a little bit of tail keeping. Someone has to. And if it makes the real top dogs wise up and see who's really gonna be takin' the reigns off Team Rocket then so be it. I don't care. These tails fetch for a pretty coin on the black market and are pretty finger lickin' good too." Grinning coyly, he tied up the sack of tails he had amassed and patted it. "Gonna cash my cheque."

Slinging it over his shoulder, he sighed wearily and briefed Sharada on what she was going to do. "Right. Enough of the pleasantries. You're gonna have to prove your worth to us Rockets and cut off a tail from one of these dumb *****s. I don't care which, you just gotta. It's a passage of rights around here and it demonstrates you're as bad as the rest of us, understand? I don't want no sniffly little bitches trying to get in cahoots with us, y'hear?" Lifting up his lip into bit of a snarl, Proton's mood became a bit less charming. "And another thing. I don't want no cleaver usage either. I wanna hear a report of how you ripped the tail clean from the bone off one of these doped idiots with one of your own Pokemon." Now grinning disgustingly once more, Proton had but one last thing to say. "I don't want you to botch this one up, 'k? Slowpoke tail laundering is BIG business. I don't care if you're a bleeding heart who feels sorry for da poor babby Slowpokepoke or if you're not very good around blood and a bit squeamish. I want this done proper."

Shifting his head back with a rather moody nod, he barged past her, not before giving her a resounding slap on her bum. Obviously Proton wasn't all that afraid of dishing out sexual harassment at work. "Keep it up toots, I might just let ya into the honoured Proton fan club." Moving over to a body of water in the well, it seemed the executive had a conveniently placed getaway vehicle in the form of a jet ski. "Hahahahaha. Now don't go slackin' either. I got eyes and ears everywhere. Just be a good girl and get it done. Good? Good. You'll receive your pay back at HQ." Starting the engine, Proton disappeared off via one of the many subterranean underground passageways the well was connected to. During the entire conversation, it seemed the arrival of Sharada had intrigued one of the many residents. Having stepped forward, the Slowpoke murmured its cry incredibly slowly and seemed intent staring at Sharada. Proton had said it made no difference which Slowpoke it was that you mutilated and seeing as this one was bold enough to step up to the chopping block...


Target Encounter

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A wild Slowpoke (Level 15) appears, intrigued by your presence!
Cut off its tail and report back to headquarters.
Please select a Pokemon for battle or
come up with another way of obtaining the tail.

[Morrigan]

Stomping on her cigarette end to extinguish it, the rushing brunette raised her head upon turning the corner to the most gruesome sight of her life. Removing her large sunglasses to make sure she wasn't seeing things, the girl found herself clasping a hand around her mouth and almost wretching at the bloodied sight. The goodness in her heart was fighting hard to free itself, to punch that inhuman male figure around the back of the head and drown him in the nearby water. But instead, tobacco smoke slowly escaped from between her clasped fingers as her eyes witnessed a tail being sliced completely off, blood oozing everywhere. Even the pile of groaning, pain enduring Slowpoke was enough to tear her apart. But that wasn't the only thing, the man doing this, he seemed high in the hierarchy, showing weakness here would mean certain doom.

Swallowing her heart, Sharada did her best to shake herself together before he could turn around to face her. Sliding her glasses back across her face and practically shaking, the girl reached out for another paper wrapped stick of tobacco to help calm her nerves. Upon lighting it and taking a stern dreg, she froze as he did the same, hands on his waist as he slowly turned to face her. Wide eyed behind her dark shades, the girl released a wave of smoke from her ajar lips as he began to observe her, creeping closer with his lecherous pair of eyes. Pulling the drooping cigarette from her lips, she blew the smoke away from Proton before turning to face him properly. It was incredibly difficult for her to keep a straight face as he whistled and eyed her. Not just because she wasnt fond of men but more the case that he stunk of blood and who knew what else. Remaining silent in front of her "superior" the girl gulped as he tied the bag containing an incredible number of tails.

"Proton! S-Sir! I was sent from HQ to retrieve a tail and--" Wincing as he heaved the almighty sack over his shoulder, the brunette took a single step forward, holding a hand forward as if suggesting her to help, "S-Sir. You dont need to bloody yourself any further. It would be an honour to carry them for you." Zipping her mouth shut as his personality suddenly took a turn for the worst, she straightened her posture and listened closely to his words, not that she liked them. From what she gathered, one of her own Pokemon needed to slice the tail clean from Slowpoke. Using Pokemon or cleaver, both ideas were utterly disgusting but she felt that since Bellatrix was in charge of the move, she would sickeningly enjoy it. Listening closely right up until he rudely slapped her behind and jumped into his jet ski, the brunette had little choice in the matter. "Sir. I'll be sure to return with a tail in hand, rest assured."

Saluting a hand as he began to drive off, one or two things rang in the back of her mind. How there was eyes and ears everywhere, how these poor Slowpoke were treated, how vile that man was! Through it all, she had to bite her tongue, she had little choice. Dropping her arm back down to her side, Sharada spat the cigarette to the floor and stomped it out once more, the taste being even more sickening than before now the smell of blood surrounded her. Sighing, she slowly turned, sick to the stomach as she began to pick out her victim but was even more surprised as, well, it seemed to pick her. Right by her feet, the pink creature sat, crying out slowly and moving it's front arms about. "A-Adorable..." were the words which were but a faint whisper from Sharada's lips.

Holding out a hand, she suddenly flinched. She wanted to lend forward and stroke it, comfort it and tell it everything was going to be alright. But that was a lie. Pained, she clutched her chest, taking multiple steps away from the Pokemon and grabbing a Pokeball. Looking as stern as possible, the plan in her mind was; Use Cut, throw a Pokeball, get it to a Pokemon Center, take the tail back to HQ. Selecting a Pokeball, she boldly held it forward, breathing heavily before setting this disgusting deed into motion. "Bellatrix! Use Cut on the Slowpoke! Aim for it's tail if you can!" The armoured queen popped out of her Pokeball with an almighty roar, thin eyes staring at her opponent. Her trainer had ordered an attack on it's tail, but it's large, sickeningly innocent eyes seemed so much better in her opinion.

[Kataya]

This Slowpoke was young despite whatever level it was, and it was clear in its cry, which was high and shrill. It curiously watched Sharada as she stepped backwards, following her until she sent out Bellatrix. When she did that, was the moment that the scurried back a bit. It now looked at her through dinner-plate wide eyes, curiosity turning to fear as the Nidoqueen loomed over it. Bellatrix seemed hesitant for a moment to do what she was about to do, but headed towards the Slowpoke.

The Slowpoke turned tail and squealed, running away from Bellatrix. It was surprisingly slippery and quick for a Slowpoke, but Slowpoke were like that when they were scared. Bellatrix slashed out at its tail several times, missing at first, and slightly scraping against the Slowpoke’s skin. The pink creature shivered as it tried to get away, but finally, Bellatrix lunged forwards and caught its pudgy Body one of her clawed paws.

The Slowpoke’s soft whine made Bellatrix retract the second clawed paw that came down to cut off its tail, and she hesitated for the longest time. She realized that this would hurt this Slowpoke more than These Rocket’s seemed to realize or care for. Finally, keeping her aim, she closed her eyes and….

Slooooooooowwwwww!

The Scream that came from the Slowpoke was heart wrenching as its tail fell onto the floor. Bellatrix stumbled from it, her claws bloody and dripping. She had let the Slowpoke go when it screamed, and stumbled backwards. The Slowpoke was on the floor now, tears leaking from its eyes, even if the dopey expression remained on its face.

There was a pool of blood around where its tail used to be, and its eyes were trained on Sharada, as if to ask why she would do this….it was only curious about her. It had to be brave now though, for its mother was not there to protect it. It faced Bellatrix and released a Jet of water which rammed into her side, catching the queen off guard. Now it wanted a fight it felt these two deserved.
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Hey, Hey, it's Nidoqueen VS. Slowpoke
What Does the weather look like for you?: You are in a well!
To put it simply, your Pokemon this turn is: Still in the battle [X] Down for the count [] Switched for another []

Tail-less Wild Slowpoke |Level 15|
Health: 73%(41/56HP)
Status: Why? T~T; Normal
Attack: A successful Water Gun.

VS.

Sharada's Bellatrix |Level 22|
Health: 84%(66/78HP)
Status: Sorry...?;Normal
Attack: A successful Cut.
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You have the Slowpoke Tail, but Slowpoke is refusing to let you leave! You will have to knock it out or capture it!

[/i][/color]

[Morrigan]

Flinching as Bellatrix popped out of her Pokeball with pretty much the opposite type of reaction she was hoping for, Sharada knew that this wasn't going to end well. Bellatrix was fierce, not caring about fellow Pokemon on the outside. If any of her team members tried talking to the armoured beast, she would merely grunt and stomp off. The most violent she had been was to tiny Delphine but thinking back it was more like a playful push compared to what was expected of her now. Gritting her teeth and frowning angrily at how low she had to stooped just to acquire a bit of information, she felt so guilty by also forcing Bellatrix through with this. "D-Dammit Bella... I'm really sorry but I need you to be cooperative! Obviously even you know where to draw the line when it comes to violence."

Breathing in the cigarette fumes heavily, she forced the smoke out of her nostrils as if she were an angry dragon, not quite being able to open her mouth as the courageous Nidoqueen stepped forward to do the deed. With a bit of struggling and hesitation between the pair of them, pretty much everyones facial expression took a turn for the worst at the sound of flesh ripping, bone snapping and blood oozing across the rocky earth. Not quite being able to focus right, Sharada's eyes couldnt really grow any wider, her hands clasping her ears and forcing her line of sight downward as the Slowpoke let out a mighty roar of absolute pain. "B-Bloo-ood...!?" Bellatrix also couldnt quite find the right footing, the usually strong and brave female clambering over her feet as blood stained her claws.

Looking up slowly, the brunette was now at a loss of what to do. The tail was there, cleanly sliced off, the Slowpoke wailing out in pain, even Bellatrix was letting out frantic cries about being blasted with water. Staring at her own hands as they shook violently, there was only one thing she could do. As a trainer. Staring up with a shaken yet stern stare, Sharada called out to her Pokemon, "Bellatrix! Next plan of action is capturing this Slowpoke and taking it to a Pokemon Center FAST! O-Only, I doubt it'll get in any Pokeball that easily, it'll need to be weakened a little more first---" Freezing as Bellatrix roared at her master in disgust, the Nidoqueen grunted at the idea of continuing this vile act yet slowly turned to see the Slowpoke once more. Its large innocent eyes still staring... "USE CUT ONCE MORE!"

[The REAL Joey]

Starting to feel uneasy by the warm stare the Slowpoke was giving to it, Bellatrix was clearly losing her patience. As a matriarch and the embodiment of motherliness for her species, it was hard to try and keep her maternal instincts at bay as he looked at the wounded little creature slumped in front of it. The way it had cried out in addition to its watery eyes and the pool of blood it was sitting in was just enough to make the powerful queen drop her offensive stance and just hold onto it and provide it with the care it needed. Or not. Sharada had thought that Bellatrix would be able to draw the line but instead, she was about to experience her Nidoqueen toe the line. Filled with despondency to experiencing such motherly feelings, Bellatrix let out a mighty roar and with a flash of her claws, stormed forward. The whole well seemed to quake with her mighty steps. For a creature her size, it was almost unfathomable for her to run to such speeds but nevertheless, the evidence that she could was right before everyone's eyes for the world to see.

Lifting up her mighty claw with a furious look on her face, she roared once more as if to scream away these weak feelings that had come over. Bellatrix had always been a warrior, never backing down from a fight and giving it almost twice as bad to those of the opposite gender. To think that those sort of empathic feelings had infiltrated her mind was next to blasphemous for everything she had stood for. Lashing forward so fast her sword like claws became a blur, she cruelly cut at the Slowpoke's eyes. The act in itself was particularly vicious but it symbolised a lot more. It had been the Slowpoke's watery eyes that had her feel in such a pathetic way and by slashing them in two and blinding it, she had also severed any maternal instincts that would plague her. If she were to truly be unstoppable, she would have to ditch such useless impulses. A huge gash of blood spurting out signified she had accomplished her strike. Amazingly, and in testament to their slowness, the Slowpoke didn't seem to react at all. Instead shooting out another gush of water in a defensive means. Bellatrix was hosed down and quickly retreated backwards to avoid being so ruefully annoyed by such a fly like buzzing.



Wild Battle

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Slowpoke | Level 15 |
Health : 35% (20/56 HP)
Status : Normal
I see you

Bellatrix | Level 22 |
Health : 69% (54/78 HP)
Status : Normal
I am not your MOTHER

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[Morrigan]

The next few moments for Sharada was filled with utter confusion. Holding back tears whilst hiding behind her hands, the brunettes head was swimming with so many thoughts. Growing up, she hated being the odd one out, hated being the one everyone picked on yet what was she doing now? This was different from any other Pokemon battle, different from a Gym battle. It wasnt a friendly skirmish or serious clashing of claws with a bit of easy-to-heal injuries at the end. Rockets were only out for blood and money, it was like the elderly man said before. They were all inhuman, mindless souls blinded by the thought of power and money. Laughing and getting drunk of the fear of innocents who were forced to sit back and watch their evil deeds. Nothing like this happened back in Hoenn, no harm or permanent damage was caused. In the end, both parties were pointed and laughed at as being stupid but these guys were just flat out disgusting.

Needing to keep her cool just incase, for some sort of bad luck, that there were hidden cameras about, not one tear was able to slide down her cheek. She had slipped a few times but looking weak here would only prove to be a hassle in the long run and even though Bellatrix had different reasons within her mind, it seemed she too realised that. Gasping at the sight of her Nidoqueen snapping and dashing at an amazing speed towards the now tail-less Slowpoke, Sharada felt that maybe Nidoqueen was just wanting to get this done quicker. Until she realised just what she had done. "BELLATRIX!!!" Clasping a hand around her mouth, any hope of getting this memory out of her mind was tossed out the window as yet more permanent damage was dealt to Slowpoke. Losing its tail and now its sight, the poor creature didnt deserve or ask for any of this.

Shaking herself down from the watery blast, Bellatrix looked down at the tiny Slowpoke once more, blood now oozing from both the front and back of the Pokemon. Breathing heavily with an enraged look on her face, despite her slashing as it's face she could still feel the gaze from a few moments ago, now being replaced with it's slow cry of pain to fill her ears. Wincing her eyes shut, Bellatrix pulled back her bloodied claws once more, prepared to land the finishing blow and never speak nor think of this matter again and hopefully never find another Pokemon that could bring out her caring side. Sharada, on the other hand was now frantically looking through her bag. This had gone on for far too long, the mere idea was twisting their brains and if it wasnt over soon, her Nidoqueen would probably go on a rampage and attack all the other Slowpokes. She wasn't angry at her Pokemon for attacking so viciously, however. How could she be angry when she was so wrong to order it in the first place. "Bellatrix! Move aside! We're capturing this and getting out of here! NOW!" Grunting with uncertainty, Bellatrix actually stumbled backward a little, giving Sharada more than enough of a clear line to aim the Greatball.

Used;
x1 Greatball

[The REAL Joey]

This has turned out to be a right bloody mess. Not that it wasn't to begin with taking into account all the butchering that Proton had done. Bloody and gore was splattered all around but the sudden dismemberment by Bellatrix to the not only the Slowpoke's tails but also its EYES had meant that the well floor was now flooded with blood. As if almost realising that it had been blinded, the Slowpoke's lower jaw seemed to tremble in realisation. They may have been slow on the uptake on most things in life but that wasn't to say they were outright immune. The pain and suffering would catch up to them. It was a true inevitability. Beginning to howl in absolutely agony and write about the floor in agony, Sharada's Greatball went flying through the air and lassoed the pained mammal not a moment too soon. With the Pokemon then transferred into the device, it clanked to the floor and began its ritual performance. All the while, Bellatrix could be seen with a small smirk etched on her face. It may have disturbed Sharada but at least that runt had been taken care of.

Once...

Twice...

Thrice...

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*CLICK*



Congratulations! The Wild Slowpoke was captured!


Please fill out the following information about your new Pokémon:

Slowpoke
Name: [choose]
Gender: [Male/Female]
Level: 15
Moves: Confusion, Water Gun, Yawn, Curse
Ability: Oblivious OR Own Tempo
Nature/Personality: [choose]

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[b]Slowpoke[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [Male/Female]
Level: 15
Moves: Confusion, Water Gun, Yawn, Curse
Ability: Oblivious OR Own Tempo
Nature/Personality: [choose]

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Victory!

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Your Nidoqueen fought courageously and has levelled up!
It went up by 2 levels and is now Level 23!
Bellatrix would like to learn the move Body Slam.
Delete a move so that she can learn it?
Bellatrix gained +1 Happiness!

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With her objective completed, Sharada could now safely escape from the gore filled slaughter zone this once revered Well had become. With the Greatball merely sitting on the floor waiting for her to retrieve it, it was contemplative to think of many other Rocket's had done a similar act of kindness having so ruthlessly ripped something precious from the dopey creatures. Considering the large amount of tailless Slowpoke huddled together defensively in a pool in the far corner of the cavern it seemed to be the case they didn't.

[Morrigan]

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[b]Slowpoke[/b]
Name: Greil
Gender: Male
Level: 15
Moves: Confusion, Water Gun, Yawn, Curse
Ability: Own Tempo
Nature/Personality: Once living a peaceful life in Slowpoke Well, Greil was a victim of Team Rocket's tail cutting nasty work. Or more specifically, by Sharada herself. Losing his tail and being permanently blinded by the monster that is Bellatrix, the once innocent and curious Slowpoke now lives under Sharada's command. But despite everything, he doesnt mind. Maybe the horror of what happened to him has yet to sink in but for now he is just as willing to battle as the rest of her team. Having the biggest feeling of guilt with him, Sharada is incredibly close to the Slowpoke and despite his appearance, prefers to keep him outside of his Pokeball. He likes having a motherly, guiding hand and thats just what Sharada wants to be to make things up to him.

As the Great Ball shook to a halt, Sharada's hands and jaw didnt stop. The girl was so shaken up, scared mentally after this whole ordeal. Turning to Bellatrix, the evil smirk which etched across her face was enough for the brunette to rip her Pokeball off of her belt, otherwise she would just go that extra step and smash the Pokeball containing the Slowpoke! "Bellatrix! Return for now! Gather your breath... Im so sorry for putting you through this." Now being alone with the painful cries of the flailing Slowpokes in the corner of the room, all that was left for Sharada to do was to step forward, take the tail and rush Greil to see a doctor.

But her feet seemed so heavy, as if they were too weak to move. Staggering bit by bit, through the several pools of blood caused by her command. Stepping over the sliced off tail and almost vomiting at the sight of the sticking out bone, Sharada scooped up the bloodied Greatball and pocketed it for safety. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the cold eyed girl took numerous steps back. If anyone were to barge in now, it was almost as if she was admiring her handy work but that wasnt the case. She felt like such a horrid human, all this just to get a measly few points to bump her up a rank. Suddenly, stealing from people didnt seem like a bad idea. Atleast she would know they were somewhat safe in the Head Quarters but even then for all she knew they were being mutually transformed.

Spotting a spare bag from where Proton had taken off, Sharada exhaled her breath heavily before stomping over and collecting it. Deciding for a few moments which would be the best way to pick up this tail, she ended up grabbing the white tip and slinging it inside the bag hurriedly. Tieing it up with great haste, Sharada couldnt stand the stench any longer. Not even hesitating as she slung it over her shoulder, the girl began to jog out of Slowpoke Well, not even looking back once to the poor souls which had yet to be chosen. Luckily, as she passed through the similar path ways, neither the old man nor crimson haired boy were there to greet her. Instead, a lone Rocket waited at the bottom of the ladder which exited the Well, his eyes obscured by the rim of his dark cap yet his vicious grin was there for all to see.

Stopping in her tracks, the brunette straightened her back, casting away her worried expression in replace for sly eyes and a subtle smirk. "Mission Complete." She spoke clearly, blood dripping from the base of the sack as her Rocket colleague nodded before escaping the Well and flying back to base to fill in her form and become an offical Grunt.

FIN.