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Post by The REAL Joey on Oct 23, 2011 0:25:24 GMT 11
Staggering through Route 34, Joe looked around and smiled slightly at how refreshing the sea breeze from off the coast was. The sea salt infused scent reminded him completely of his home back in Fuchsia. Stopping for a few moments, he did nothing but simply inhale and exhale his breaths in a deep manner as if to soak up the sea air. " After being in that musky ol' forest, it sure is nice to have a pleasant sea breeze wafting through the nostrils." Stretching his aching body some, he eventually decided it was time to press on. Looking at the remains of Route 34, he realised just how expansive it was. Whistling at its enormity, Joe mumbled. " Man, if it wasn't so late i'd go about gallivanting here, there and everywhere. Looks like some sort of playing pen attached to that house." Sure enough, it seemed Joe had spied the route's daycare. As he stepped forward he erratically hopped back as he noticed a number of trainers. " OOOOH BOY! Not at the minute...! Grargh!" Hiding behind a series of bushes, Joe plotted his route through. Crawling down prone through all of the shrubbery, it was a long and gruelling crawl through to the main gate that connected up with the illustrious city. " Almost... There... Just... That... Bit... FURTHER...!" Eventually, he made it and with a weary climb out, stood back up and admired the entrance to Goldenrod. " So this is the fabled metropolis i've heard so much about." Shaking his head, even he seemed taken back by how big the city was. " I like to think i'm a city kid but even i'm finding this troubling." Stepping in, it wasn't long before he nestled in with what seemed to be a thousand other people rustling about. " Woah! Guy's gotta be careful not to get lost around here. Let's see, first thing I need is some kinda infirmary or Pokemon Centre. Gotta fix them wounds and heal my Pokes." As he wandered around the never ending streets, he eventually found a sign post which lead him to directly in front of the local P.C. " Ahaha! Let's get us all sorted out, huh?" Stepping in through the whisked doors, Joe didn't seem to care if he had a wanted poster up. To a point, he hadn't caused any trouble in Goldenrod. Yet. An hour or so later, Joe meandered out of the P.C. looking like a new man. His wounds were bandaged up and he didn't seem to be staggering as badly as before. It seemed he had also done a quick swap around of his party. A couple of his Pokemon appeared to have insisted on surveying the streets first hand themselves. With a swaying float in the air, Koffing puffled away happily at the delicious smells of pollution in the air. On either side flanking the biker were two of his stronger team members. " So J-dawg, what's the dealio wit' Lupe fiasco here, yo? HOLLA HOLLA!" Joey grimaced slightly but put it off with a smile over how much he had missed the little lizard. " He evolved. Obviously. Still not much of a talker though, huh?" Looking to Lupin, the mysterious Gallade remained silent. " Fine, fine. Let's go window shopping." Marching off, the group made their way through the huge crowds of people and even managed to get in some shopping with some of the city's more tempting shops. Having walked around with a number of carrier begs in his hands, along with Hoodlum stuffing the odd item down his baggy trousers, the group eventually passed by a very expensive clothing shop. " Woah, get a load of this gear!" Pressing his face up close against the window pane, he sighed enviously at how luxurious some of the products were. " Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a biker through and through but a guy likes a bit of fine dressing." Shifting his eyes down to one of the visible price tags, he about doubled backwards and fell unconscious. " WHAT WHAT WHAT?! Now... That's some kinda late April Fool's right? Right? Right...? Guess we best move on. Our folk ain't welcome in these kinda shops. Closed anyway." Starting to move away, he paused in his tracks when he heard a distinctly French accent come from behind him. " Sacré Dieu!!" Pausing in his steps, Joe was pretty sure not even Hoodlum could impersonate a Frenchman. And heaven knew what he'd do if his Koffing could talk. That only left one option. " Lupin...?" Turning in suspense, Joe looked as Lupin had his gaze affixed to one of the clothing items in the store. " Huh? You...?" He didn't even have time to finish, the Gallade miraculously teleported forward and as Joe dashed forward, saw the Pokemon rummaging through the clothes racks. " Bleedin' hell, what have we done here?" " Shit son! Lupe fiasco has gone BAAAAAAAALLLLLIIIN!!" Koffing on the other hand merely chugged away with some fumes in the precaution they would have to be making a speedy getaway soon. The ball of gas was all too well versed in such occurrences. After a loud number of clangs, there was a sudden woosh right next to the group standing outside and they all turned to see a billowing black cape covering a tall humanoid figure. As they were about to ask out, the figure spoke out. " Ohohoho! Quoi? Ze look on your faces... Ohoho!" Flapping the cape to his side, it appeared Lupin had finally come out of his shell. And it had taken him a ten thousand Pokedollar piece of clothing to do so. Stepping forward just before the biker, the dressed up Pokemon spoke further. " Hello, monsieur. I'm just borrowing your jewels. Oh, and your wife. Don't mind if I don't shake hands before departure, I'd hate to take your watch... the last thing you have." Joe glanced down and realised the Gallade had somehow nicked his Poketch. " OI!" Handing it back to him, Lupin unveiled more about himself. " Oui, oui! I suspect you are... How shall we, confus." Adjusting his newly acquired monocle, the Psychic Pokemon explained further. " All my life I had been... Searching for zis... Identity, non? And now, I get it. I am like my namesake! Lupin! Gentleman thief extraordinaire! No jewels are safe from my vol!" Placing his top hat neatly on his head, he made one final remark. " Plus as observateur to ze antics of your trade, I have grown to liking it myself, exactement." Polishing his monocle proudly, Hoodlum butted in. " So Lupe Fiasco is a FRENCHIE now?! Awwwwww c'mon nigga, you just bullshittin' us, mang! Dis shit's wack, yo." Now overwhelmed with yet another speaking Pokemon, Joey tried to make heads or tails. " So... Let me get this straight. I now have a ghetto speaking lizard, a psychic French master thief, a group of eggs who make wisecracks about... Eggs." Pausing, he realised Eggbert still had some influence over him. " This is shaping up to be a real mishmash of personalities!" Letting out a hearty laugh, the entire situation was one that didn't seem to bother Joe, despite how bewildered he acted. In fact, he felt pleased to have so many friends travelling along side him. Looking back over at Lupin and Hoodlum, it seemed they were having a small bicker over something. Upon further inspection, it seemed Hoodlum had lost his trousers. " YO gimme dat back before I clap at'cha bitch ass!" Lupin frowned and dangled the trousers in front of him. " Not before you give back my monocle, nigaud!" Moving forward, a quick tug and it seemed that both of the items each Pokemon had stolen were now out of their grasp. " Now, now. Thief extraordinaires and hood muggers shouldn't mess with one another." Handing them back to their respective owners, Joe gestured over to unexplored territories. " Let's see what else this place has." With the group of thieves moving away from the scene of the crime, it appeared all four of them happily nattered away as they searched the rest of what Goldenrod had to offer, finding a number of shops. By the time it had come to night, Joe had found a place to turn in for the night. It wasn't much, just a run down B&B on the corner of some high street. Settling in, he was soon awoken by the heatwave. " PHEEEEW... It ain't been this hot in... In... Well. Since a long bloody time." Fanning himself constantly with his gloves, Joe looked out the window only to see that the weather was even fiercer outside. There was no mistake, this was a heat wave. " Hot damn. Literally. And its the middle of the sodding night." Launching himself back onto his bed, he tried for a restless number of minutes to fall asleep again, only to no avail. " Screw this, time to have a little midnight jaunt." Grabbing his belt holster and all of his Pokemon on it, Joe moved out with his scruffy pair of jeans and nothing more than a simple white tank top. It seemed wearing leather was too much even for him in such extreme heat. Heading towards the town entrance, he made it to the route which he had previously decided to ignore. " Huh. Looks like its kinda empty." Wading through slowly, he moved under the trees to where it felt strangely cooler, despite it being the middle of night and there being no harsh sunlight. As he waded on, he came up to a large patch of grass that came up to his shoulders. Feeling a little adventurous, Joe carried on walking so that he could curb his restless energy and return to sleep. " Blasted heat."
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Post by Morrigan on Oct 29, 2011 1:00:45 GMT 11
As the movement from Joe caused the tall grass to ripple around him, it was no surprise that many Pokemon also irritated by the heat wave decided to scarper upon seeing the human. There was no way that they could battle in this heat if they couldn't even sleep. But as the adventurous male continued to wade between the grass, it slowly began to part, a very small clearing consisting of teared up patches of grass with a lone boulder stuck in the center coming into view. It wasnt anything special but the creature what was about to appear may very well be something more to his liking.
Appearing from thin air was a lone fox headed like creature, the back of it's yellow body and brown coloured padded shoulders with a long, slender tail. At first the mysterious Pokemon didn't notice Joe's presence and even if it did, battling was once again the last thing on it's mind. Flopping onto the lone boulder beneath it, the Abra began it's attempt to get a comfortable spot of shut eye, the tree it was sleeping in previously being invaded by the sound of other snoring Pokemon. Sitting in one position before moving to another, the fidgeting Pokemon wasn't looking too happy, it's movements becoming event more frantic before giving up entirely.
Laying across the rock backwards, it's upside down line of vision had finally spotted Joe peering inbetween the blades of grass. Sighing in an unimpressed manner, perhaps if he were to waste some energy it would help him fall to sleep easier. Levitating in the air, the Abra took a fighting stance and if his opponent was true strong then atleast it could always teleport off.
A wild Abra (Level 15) appears to be a little restless. Battle it?
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Post by The REAL Joey on Oct 29, 2011 7:17:43 GMT 11
As he cleared through the ever growing tall grass, which by now was starting to tower over him by a couple of feet, he was amazed to stumble across a clearing. Snickering to himself, he boldly stepped forward, happy to be out of all the ticklish, scratchy swathes of grass. "Hahaha, just what the doctor ordered." Looking at his feet, he noticed how small the grass had got. "Woah, someone's been doing some gardening. Good thing i've got no hayfever." As his attention diverted from the ground immediately in front of him to the rock up ahead, Joe was taken aback by the fact a wild creature was actually resting on top of it! ...Or at least trying to. It appeared that it was having just a bad a day in this rough heat as Joe was. Pulling his tank top back and forth to vent some much needed air on his sweaty chest, he stumbled from doing anything as he seemed to recall this Pokemon. It was definitely something Kanto had back home.
The yellow body and armour like leather padding were just enough for Joe's synapses to fire into action. Clicking his fingers, he blurted out its name. "AN ABRA!" Stupidly, this course of action had alerted the Psy Pokemon. With it now turning to face him and levitate itself to move away at a moment's notice, Joe cursed himself for being a block headed idiot. "Sod it, I remembered its name but forgot about how quick to flee they are." Noticing the heat was likely inhibiting it from making such a quick getaway despite Joe's loud outburst, he sent a Pokemon into fight and hopefully weaken it. As the light from the Pokeball faded, Knox the Pineco made its entrance. "Alright Knox! No time to lose, let's hit this thing hard an-" Stopping mid-sentence, Joe watched as Knox let out a weary sigh and keeled over to the side and panted heavily. "Uh oh... Looks like the heat even got to that bastion of defences..."
Knowing that his other Pokemon would likely be suffering in such a way, Joe decided it was make it or break it time. Delving into his pocket, he took out a couple of his supplies that he carried around on him at all times that weren't in his belt supply kit. This Pokeball was a lot different from the ones he typically used and had a nice yellow and black design to it. It was none other than an Ultra Ball. "So, this was pretty expensive. Let's see if it catches any better. Guess I can sue Silph Co. if it don't." Lining up his shot, memories of people he knew came flooding through his mind. All of them sharing a similar frustration, they took the capture chance but the Abra broke away and fled via its amazing psychic powers. "Not today! Say, if you join me i'll give you an ice cream and take you somewhere cool." Not even sure if he could understand him, Joe lobbed the ball and awaited the outcome.
Items used:
x1 Ultraball (Auto-updating)
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Post by Morrigan on Oct 29, 2011 22:19:21 GMT 11
Subtly opening an eye beneath it's usually closed eyelids, the irritated, levitating Abra became a little intrigued at the Pokemon sent out by the human. Sensing that it's temperature was rising by the second, it couldnt help but force a little smile beneath it's snout as the small Pineco collapsed in a heap on the ground. Well, some Pokemon obviously took the heat wave more roughly than others, Knox being no exception. But enough of the watching, the Abra was about ready to teleport out of there, until it began to realise the weather had knocked it's own strength about aswell.
No matter how much it concentrated, the heat and lack of sleep had seriously begun to nag at the Abra's thoughts, it's mind more interested in repeating over and over how horrid the weather was rather than teleporting. Only losing concentration that little bit more as Joe grabbed hold of the Ultraball from his pocket, it was far too late for the Abra. Now in a state of desperation rather than concentration, all the heated Abra could do was stay in the same spot, pretty much arguing within it's own mind as the light wrapped around it's body and dragged it inside of the ball.
Wobble. Wobble. Wobble. TING~Congratulations! The Abra has been successfully captured!
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[img]http://pldh.net/media/pokemon/gen5/blackwhite/063.png[/img] [b]Abra[/b] Name: [choose] Gender: Male | Female Level: 15 Attacks: Teleport Ability: Synchronize | Inner Focus Nature/Personality: [choose]
Knox the Pineco gained 2 levels (+1 due to Lucky Egg) and grew to Level 24! Learn Natural Gift? +1 Happiness
( OOC: 52% chance mang, obviously that sweaty chest and ice cream helped. )
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Post by The REAL Joey on Oct 30, 2011 9:41:05 GMT 11
Observing how weakened the Abra was, Joe smirked to himself at the fact escaping wasn't going to be as easy as first thought. " I gotcha now, punk!" Watching as the yellow and black blur streaked towards him and absorbed the psychic Pokemon into its confinement that Joe leaned forward, sweating bullets ever more profusely at the prospect of whether or not he was going to catch this. If he did, he'd have quite the bragging rights to tell people at back home. " C'mon ya little git, it's nice and comfy in that ball. Not to mention its all cool inside too." Unsure as to why he was trying to tempt the Abra while it was being processed by the device, Joe let out an exasperated breath of air as he chalked it up to the heatwave. " Times like these I wish I had a Rain Dancer..." Taking off his now sodden bandanna, he scrunched it up tight, unleashing a drizzle of sweat. Stuffing it aside in his pocket with the tip of it protruding out, he wiped his forehead slowly... The ball had hit its third roll. It was now or never. Closing his eyes, Joe awaited the excruciating sound of a ball breaking in two or the exhilarating sound of a click. For what was truly seconds seemed like a gruelling string of hours. Perking his ears, he was met with the beautiful sound of a click. Opening his eyes and grinning from ear to ear, the sweaty biker jumped up in the air despite his heated dehydration. " ALRIGHT! It was all or nothing. Looks like lady luck's smilin' on me some." Giving a wink up into the sky above, he proceeded to recall the ball magnetically to his hand. " Nice! Guess we ought to greet the new partner." Sending out his newly caught Pokemon, the Abra seemed strangely still, almost as if fuming he had been caught. " Wahahah, looks like there's no escaping Joe. Welcome aboard to the team though, i'll have plenty of uses for you. Now, let's think of a name..." Before Joe could even come to a potential idea of one, the Abra used its psychic powers to claim its own with the thief's assistance. " Mephisto." Looking up, it remained with its eyes tightly closed. " You may call me Mephisto." Not too shocked at this point that another Psychic Pokemon could talk to him, Joe shrugged. " Well, we have another chatty one! I'll have to greet you to the others later." The Abra merely shrugged its shoulders. " Hmph." Wiping down another few droplets of sweat from his forehead, he made good on his offer of some ice cream. " Say, you want this ice cream I kept around? I think its non-melting or something so tuck in." Not bothering to look at it, Mephisto denied such an offer. " No. I demand cool shade. Now." Placing the Casteliacone back on his pocket, Joe didn't bother pushing it. " Fine, fine, fine. We'll get you somewhere cool." About to recall him, the Abra looked up with a sudden jolt and seemed to bombard Joe's mind with a series of words that had a very commanding tone. " Youlowlyfilthwillserveasmyslaveasiseefitnow goforthandmurderinthenameofmephisto." Blinking, Joe had trouble understanding what it had said. " Huh? Mind repeating that one, bud? You may be speaking all psychic and crap but I can't make heads or tails if you go THAT fast." The Abra flinched back in absolute horror. Had its tried and tested mind control failed?! Sitting back in its classic position, the Abra tried another forceful spurt of influence. " Enoughyouplebianmankillinthenameofmephisto!" Scratching his head, Joe sighed and shrugged wearily. " Is the heat really getting to you? Well, back in you go." Trying to teleport away Mephisto yelled. " NO!" It was too late however, the Pokemon was now inside the Pokeball. " What a complete and utter imbecile... How could a man be so impervious to my persuasion... He must have the brain of a Slowpoke... A complete and utter dummkopf! Curses!" Ranted the Psychic Pokemon inside of his Pokeball. Twirling it up and down, Joe pondered how he would train such a thing. " If they just teleport how the hell do they gain experience...?! Might try and find out." Moving forward he headed back the way he came to his room but secretly hoped for any type of encounter to test out the seemingly non-offensive creature. AbraName: Mephisto Gender: MaleLevel: 15 Attacks: Teleport Ability: Synchronize Nature/Personality: Brooding constantly, this gifted psychic has dark machinations in store and has found his psychic abilities to be useful in deceiving and tempting people to bend to his will. Thinking himself transcendent of both Pokemon and person, Mephisto suffers a distinct God complex. It was only after nearly dying from a fateful heat wave outside of Goldenrod that Mephisto found his match in Joe. Unable to tempt or influence him, Mephisto decides to allow following orders under Joey in an attempt to understand the blockheaded trainer's ability to nullify his influencing power and as a twisted form of gratitude for saving his life... Not that Mephisto would admit such a thing. Not teaching Knox that new move either. And pheeeeww... Had me sweating as much as the heatwave with if I was going to catch it or not. Glad I stocked up on some Ultraballs. Also swapping out Vlad for the time being for Mephisto.
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Post by Morrigan on Oct 31, 2011 19:54:10 GMT 11
Watching behind several blades of grass sat a familiar purple rodent, trainers still having to put up with their somewhat cute yet just as equally annoying faces from the very beginning and up to this point. Out in the city, however, they were known to be much more vicious, having to fend for themselves against snakes and other horrid creatures that tried to eat them. Even on this particularly warm night, the tiny Rattata had been nicely sleeping in a bundle of fresh, tall green grass which it had gnawed down and curled into a bed for the night. It had taken forever to make aswell since it lived all alone so when a mean Seviper slithered by and took a swipe for him, destroying his bed in the process, the little event standing alongside the fact that it was so horrendously humid didn't help the poor rat feel better.
But now something else had happened, the Rattata placing itself in yet another pot of trouble. Having watched the capture of Mephisto the Abra, the short furred Pokemon had decided to stick around for a little longer, his bright red eyes widening upon hearing the mind spoken words of the vicious Abra. "Youlowlyfilthwillserveasmyslaveasiseefitnowgoforthandmurderinthenameofmephisto." Unlike Joe, the Rattata fell under his spell straight away, eyes glazing over and mouth becoming ajar. It wasn't until the fox like creature spoke a second time that the rodent made it's move. Shrieking out at a high pitch tone, the Rattata emerged from the shrubbery in one single pounce, Joe being faced with a mid air, drooling, mind controlled Rattata and it was ready to kill!
A wild Rattata (Level 20) has appeared to battle! Select a Pokemon.
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Post by The REAL Joey on Nov 1, 2011 15:41:00 GMT 11
Slicking his arm right over his sweat drenched forehead, a noticeable drizzle of sweat splashed onto the side by of the route. Joe let out a weary, tired sigh and saw the murderous looking Rattata in front of him. " Errr... Guess you'll do. Might wanna make this quick, even i'm starting to feel this heat pretty bad. And you're dealin' with a guy who wears his leather all year round." Watching as the glazed over eyes of the rat seemed to flicker uncontrollably, Joe reared back a little while pulling a face. " This one... Seems a whole load feral. Like he's being possessed by some murderous intent." Thinking back, even the wildest of the lot he had encountered as a kid back in Kanto weren't this bad. " Huh. Looks like i'll have to do you a favour and knock you out in order to knock in some sense. Was hoping to try this out anyway! Mephisto!" Lobbing the Ultraball forward, the comfortably sitting Abra made itself known from out of the flashy light. " So you release me now in order to fight some common rat that is beneath my grea-" Raising a squinting eye, Mephisto seemed amused at something. " Fufufufufu... It looks like my mind manipulation affected this scrappy rat. Very well, i'll allow it to savage this dummkopf in order to be freed. Such is the way of destiny." Mysteriously teleporting, Mephisto appeared behind Joe. " No... I'm too exhausted. Have some other peon play fisticuffs." The goat like fox smirked a little to itself. " Grargh, this is a first... Never had a Pokemon bail out on me before. Well, i'll cut you some slack. This heat IS god awful." Shuffling around for another Pokeball, Joe was going to make a quick switch. " Alright. I'm gonna need someone steadfast. Go Knox!" Throwing out the pine cone imitation once more, Joe was worried it'd keel over from the heat but it was worth a second try, right? Seeing the Pineco stand upright made Joe feel somewhat more easier. " Phew! Good to have you back." Thrusting an arm forward and flexing his arm slightly, Joe gave a command. " Let's nip this one right in the bud. Finish it with Take Down!" Mephisto idly sat there and let out an exasperated sigh over the heat. " I'll force every wild Pokemon in the area to do my bidding if it means disposing of this pest..." Looking up, Mephisto tried to size up Joe. A simple use of its psychic ability allowed him to peer into his history, personality and psyche. Seeing for himself all of what Joey was made the mischievous plotter a little annoyed. " This man is going to be a royal thorn in my side. For now I shall bide my time... Yes... Bide and then dispose of this ape when the time is right. Then a new era will reign over these lands! The age of Mephisto! Gahahahahahaha!" Wrapped up in his delusions grandeur, the Psy Pokemon missed the majority of what had happened in battle. OOC: Just to clarify what's happened:
Mephisto was sent out then swapped on the same first turn to Knox Second turn is Knox using Take Down
Hey, its the best way to level up an Abra right?
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Post by Morrigan on Nov 5, 2011 2:23:22 GMT 11
With both the mumbling words of Mephisto and the overall intensity of the heat messing around with the Rattata's mind, the amount of thoughts crammed into it's tiny pea sized noggin was just making it into a drooling, twitching wreck. Wanting to please his mind controllable lord, the one thing what was loud and clear for the brain washed Rattata was to put an end to this sweaty individual and free the murderous Abra from it's Pokeball... Which was amazingly the first thing Joe sent forth! Well, this was a very tricky situation for the Rattata, confusion now added to his list of worries. There was no way he could harm the marvelous Mephisto and instead, found itself crashing into the floor in confusion.
As it's eyes swirled to to comprehend just what was going on, the sight of another bright flash loomed in the corner of the Rattata's glazed over expression. Blinking it's dry eyelids several times, the purple rat tossed his head to look at Joe's new choice, the rodents body sprawled out against the floor and looking to Knox from a sideways angle. Dribbling into the blades of grass, the Rattata finally had something sturdy to bite, something which would hopefully please Mephisto. Stumbling back up into it's weak little claws, the Rattata shook his head from side to side, trying to spit out the odd blade of grass which had lodged itself within it's agape mouth.
Gnawing at the center boulder to sharpen it's fangs, the Rattata turned and was soon victim of a painful hit. Hopping forward at a speedy rate was Knox and with a simple lower and push of his body, CRASH! The impact was so sharp it sent the Rattata flying up into the air and landing back within the tall grass. Perhaps that one hit knock out would be enough to give the Pokemon some sense, or hopefully, as it wasnt going to be coming back to help the mischeivous Abra anytime soon.
Congratulations!It wasn't much of a battle, but Joe came out victorious! Knox gained three levels (+1 thanks to Lucky Egg) and grew to Level 27! +1 Happiness Mephisto gained a single level and grew to Level 16! +1 Happiness ... Hmm? Something odd is happening to Mephisto! Intervene?
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Post by The REAL Joey on Nov 5, 2011 9:05:14 GMT 11
Still seated, Mephisto leaned his view from the side of Joe's legs and pulled a disappointed face. " This is going to be a lot more difficult than I had first surmised..." Looking up to Joey without saying a word, he shook his head as he noted the necessary requirements to off him. " This is going to need a falling Snorlax... A rampaging Gyarados... Maybe even a legendary onslaught. Hmph!" Falling quiet, Mephisto tried to ease himself from the heat. Unbeknownst of what his Abra was plotting, Joe went over to congratulate Knox. Picking him up with one arm, Joe grinned as he gave him a small little noogie. " You're getting more and more like a tank every day. Seems like you shelled an entire round of sense into that Rattata. It's run off completely now." Considering how powerful his Pineco was getting, it wasn't all that out of the question to ponder when it was going to evolve. " I bet you'll transform into something powerful soon or later." Despite the trainer's warmth, Knox seemed indifferent and merely closed up his eyes. With a small sigh, Joe felt like his eyes were being seared off as a sudden burst of light based energy shot off in an array of strobes. " Uh oh..." Pulsating brighter and brighter, the source was coming from none other than Mephisto. " Wahahahahahah! Tremble mere mortals! I, Mephisto, have unlocked the secret of evolution...!! Prepare... To bow before your new ruler! Ahahahahah!" His voice grew deeper and deeper as the shifting silhouette hidden within the bright light contorted as it grew larger. Eventually, the light made one final burst before dying down completely, leaving steam in the immediate vicinity... Now standing proudly on his own two feet with no signs of his levitation powers at work, Mephisto looked a lot more aged in his appearance. Long bustling facial hair combined with a more bulky physique attributed largely to this, although the now more pronounced horns made it incredibly similar to that of a goat. Over his body were a number of special markings and a strangely bent spoon in his hand. " I feel almighty! None shall stand before me! Kneel! Kneel! KNEEL!" Laughing manically out loud, Mephisto had failed to realise that Joe was standing there watching him. Eventually locking eyes with the trainer, he leered his eyes. " NOW! I shall start with you! No more feigned servitude! The tables will... TURN!" As he finished, his boon spent as if it was paper in the wind. A strong blast of psychic energy fired off and hurtled at Joe. It was only when they made contact that the psychic assault faltered without much resistance. " But... No... No...! How could this be...?!" Shaking his spoon as if trying to make it straight once more, Joey coughed and shook his head wearily. It had been a long day and the last thing he wanted were such silly antics. " I get it, I get it... You've evolved. Bigger, badder, better than before. Can we at least rest up, i'm exhausted here. Still, knew ya could do it." Taking out his Pokeball, he called back the psychic being, much to Mephisto's disapproval. " NOOO! I DEMAND YOU...GAAAA~AAAAaaaaahhhh...!" Quietening down as he was absorbed gradually into the Ultraball, Joe was left by himself once more. " Time to rest up some. Seems this heatwave has settled a little. Shut eye at last!" Moving his way through the dead still route, he returned back to the room he had rented out and slumbered peacefully without respite. Waking up the next day, it almost seemed as if autumn had come to bless them all with a break from the horrific summer weather. Rubbing his face, Joey's expression formed into a small grin. " Well, what do you know. I even feel like sticking a top on now." Sticking on his usual Iron Aggron shirt along with his leather jacket, the biker was back to his usual attire. Sorting out all of his belongings he made for the way out and slowly walked his way to the entrance of Goldenrod. He had thought about it while in the research facility and spent the majority of last night thinking about it... A return was in order. " If Team Rocket are up to no good back in Violet I can't really live the high life here. Looks like i'll be doing a trek back." Shuffling his clothes, he marched backwards from the way he had come to enter Goldenrod. " I'm sure this golden city won't miss a grubby sod like me. Packed enough as it is."
Part II: It had been a long trek, there was no questioning that but Joe had finally clambered his way out of Ilex Forest a second time and was greeted with the grand metropolis that was Goldenrod. The city had changed little in his time away so without further ado he began heading towards it. " So much for Violet being plagued by Rockets. Sure I got to nip them in the bud but it wasn't all that satisfying." Letting out a bored sigh he began looking up and down the route leading up to Goldenrod. He had snoozed a little in the forest and most of his Pokemon had napped as well. " Hm, not like I need to book some accommodation just yet. Don't even know how long i'll be around." As opposed to his usual hot headed antics, Joey decided maybe a bit of observation was in order. Moving along the well established path way, he found a rather comfortable looking tree he could lean his back up against as he sat against it. Plodding over through the unkempt grass, he stretched his arms out before placing them behind his head and let out a small yawn. It seemed there were some Pokemon frolicking about in the grass along with various people going up and down the pathway. Today was just like any other. " So much stuff's happened lately that I kinda forgot there are days like this where nothin' really happens." Relaxing, it almost looked as if Joey was some tramp just resting in his claimed spot. His rugged appearance and well worn clothes certainly pointed in that direction.
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Post by Kataya on Dec 23, 2011 13:24:29 GMT 11
Though things seemed quite normal, the truth is, everything wasn’t. There were sudden shouts that came Joey’s way, the voices of angry people clouding his ears. There wasn’t much time to think as many people were calling out to him at once. “Stop her, please!” one cried. As if it had come out of nowhere, an orange flash of fur whizzed right in front of Joey, coming to a slow as if to observe him. Dangling from her mouth seemed to be a sack, and it looked fairly heavy. Her sleek crimson fur was matted, like she hadn’t been taken care of in a near month, and it was like all her hygiene was completely left uncalled for. She was a Flareon, and around her neck was a thick metal collar, one which looked quite painful. She stared right at Joey, as if in recognition, but in an instant the collar sparked with electricity and she let out a muffled cry through the burlap of the sack. Her look was almost pleading, but she didn’t stay a second longer, her cracked paw pads hitting the earth again, a small firestorm whipping up behind her as she disappeared into the tall grass. The crowd that had been chasing her stopped by Joey, panting now. “Did you see which way she went? I don’t know how that Flareon pulled it off, but she’s stolen a bunch of expensive jewelry, and even an electronic or two from the department store. We’ve been following her for an hour but it seems like she’s evaded us, just like the other day.” One of the others nodded, holding their head. “She must have nabbed over £1900 in jewelry from my shop the other day, and she struck the neighboring store just this morning.” A third Goldenrod citizen seemed distraught. “It seems like no one can catch her. We don’t know who she’s taking all that stuff too, but that torn purple ribbon she’s wearing, it must be one of the evolutions from that Eevee Gang that was running around in Azalea.” “I heard they disbanded…”“They did!” hushed whispers were among the crowd in front of Joey, but one thing was confirmed for sure, that Flareon was Tasha, the one Joey had helped free the first time, but she didn’t seem to willingly committed to these deeds she was doing now. ___________________________________________________ Warning! It seems that this stealing Flareon is the same one you met in an earlier escapade, Tasha! Though...something is wrong...attempt to follow her path?
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Post by The REAL Joey on Dec 24, 2011 9:49:18 GMT 11
As the outburst of furore met his ears, Joey let out a defeated sigh and ate his earlier words. Turning his head to face the commotion, he failed to see the blur coming towards him but was unable to oversee the huge crowd of people yelling at the top of their lungs. "I swear on my bandanna that if those coppers have figured out i'm..." Trailing off, the sudden cry for help made him perk up his eyebrow incredulously. "Stop her?!" As if to open his mouth to protest that he was of the male variety, he realised that they were referring to something else; the unsightly mess which had just stopped before him. Giving the mess a better look, his jaw dropped ajar slightly realising there was a faint possibility it was... "Nah... Is that...?" Noticing the Flareon had a large sack in her possession, the thief was about to sit forward and reach out to pet her when he observed a thick metal collar around her neck.
Hesitating, the sudden electrical surge took him by surprise and made the rare Pokemon dash off. Having lost his balance, he accidentally leaned forward a bit too much with his arm out stretched and planted his face nicely on the floor. Just as he did, the gaggle of people had stopped by Joey. "Pthbpthbf. Grargh, bloody hate it when that happens." Hopping up with a spring, he brushed himself down as he heard what they had to say. Everything he heard sounded in line with what he knew but the Flareon and its past but the fact she looked so grotty made no sense. The last he remembered was that Tasha was going to try and meet up with her owner. Unless... "Eevee Gang huh?" Joey finally perked up and butted into the conversation. "Sounds about right." He pulled a reluctant face but seemed to be playing up the possibility in an attempt to avert the blame and lynching mentality away from Tasha and onto something else.
"Yeah, that does sound about right. I had a good knees up with them in Azalea. I can't believe they're pillaging and looting from the good decent folk of Goldenrod." Shaking his head, he seemed genuinely upset. "Y'know, this is really bad." Moving closer to one of the male shop owners, he put an arm around them and shook his head. "While this Flareon was havin' you run around like nobody's business... Who's minding the store?!" Having planted some seeds of doubt already, he moved on to buying himself some time to delve into this mess himself personally. "You lot best go and protect your shops. If the Flareon's by itself that means the real smarts are at large." Frowning, he pounded his right fist into the palm of his left hand and tried to calm their concerns. "Tell you what, I was gonna just be lazing for the day but I may as well try lookin' out for 'em here." Pointing over to the far side of route 34, Joey gave them a hope. "I'll go and see if they've set up camp around 'ere alright?" Unsure as if they'd buy into some vagabond looking male offering them help out of the blue, he looked over to where Tasha had scooted off too. "Dammit... What have they done to you poor girl?"
Starting to move away from the anxious crowd, he turned around casually and gave them a curt wave. "I'll come walkin' by your way if I find out anythin'." Turning around, a small smirk appeared over his face. "I think I handled that one alright... Even if they're suspicious at least I can get to the bottom of this." Pushing his way through all the heavy vegetation, his eyes kept a keen lookout for a trail. "Gonna have to enlist some help." Tossing out a Pokeball, his trusty Tepig entered onto the scene. "With your impressive snout I bet you can hunt pretty good, eh? Oh, hold on." Taking a bit of cloth of his jacket, he let Keroswine sniff it. It had been a special scarf Tasha had given him and he was sure it'd still have her scent. Having given it a good whiff, Kero began sniffing at the ground before becoming alert. "Nice one bud, let's go and see where this takes us." Letting his porky friend lead him, Joey kept his eyes out for any surprise ambushes. If the Eevee Gang were truly behind this, Joe know full well they'd be the type to drop an ambush. "Shifty bunch'a gits."
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Post by Kataya on Dec 24, 2011 12:12:29 GMT 11
As the Shopkeepers realized their errors in Joey’s cleverly thought up lie, they agreed to allow him to search for the Flareon, and went back into the city to guard their shops. As Keroswine snuffed his way through the brush, both Joey and the Tepig would be unaware of what was going on up ahead. Tasha had come to a stop beside a Ditto, and was currently speaking to it. She knew that Ditto’s especially the one that belonged Goldenrod’s tiny Magic Shop, would be able to copy her every feature, even fake a bow and collar. The sack of goods it wouldn’t be able to copy, but she was intending on taking those with her. “Flareon Flareon…” Just stall him. She knew this Ditto always wandered around out in the grass, and it was pretty foolish as well. It, out of sympathy for the mottled Flareon, agreed, unaware of what she had stolen. She nodded and picked up the bag, watching at the Ditto changed shape to match her form in every way, and it had gotten it down pact, except for the fact its form had come out clean. Tasha heard Joey’s footsteps and took off, not needing to stick around, she needed to get these back, and hopefully the Ditto would deter him from following, even if it wasn’t as strong as Tasha herself, she wanted to trick him into thinking it was her, and maybe he’d turn back, thinking she had really gone back to being a part of the dreaded gang willingly. She had ordered the Ditto to act as bad as possible, she didn’t need to almost get Joey killed again. Without losing herself in her thoughts, she carried on, hurrying back to whoever was behind this. She felt as if this is what she had to do to keep Joey from charging into another battle with these goons again...or goon, this time anyway. The Ditto, now in a ruse that made it look exactly as Tasha had, took quickly to rolling around in the mud, matting its coat quickly. With a satisfaction, it sat down and waited for Joey and Keroswine to show up, which they soon did. “Flareee…” it sneered tauntingly, taking on Tasha’s voice almost to match. It seemed like this was the one it had to hold back. It breathed in and then released a jet of flames, which ran right past Joey, missing his side, but not by much. “Flare!” The fake Flareon challenged, ready to go. It was driven by pure sympathy for Tasha, and after this, it would be getting back to the shop before its owner got worried, yes, that’s what it would do. ___________________________________________________ Warning! 'Tasha' (Level 14) seems to have had a change of heart since you last met and is blocking your path, she wants to fight! Try to talk to her or send out a Pokemon and battle her?
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Post by The REAL Joey on Dec 24, 2011 14:59:21 GMT 11
Watching off to everywhere but in front of him, the sudden surge of heat that blasted past him made him stop dead in his tracks as he felt the heat sizzle against his being for how close it was. Looking at the scorched trail from the side of his feet to where it had originated from, he frowned in confusion as he noticed that before him stood Tasha, or more accurately what he thought was Tasha. "Tasha? Is that you?" Stepping forward only slightly, Joey tried to convey a smile as he attempted to calm her down. "Hey, it's me! Joey? You remember me don't you? Ol' Joey from back in Azalea..." Seeing as the Flareon was angrily staring at him, he felt a little uneasy in getting too close. Keeping a calculated distance, he poured out some more to try and ease up whatever was bugging the poor thing. "Don't you remember? I helped you escape from the big bad Eevee Gang... And that Connor guy too. Y'know that loser?" Trying to think of something else they remembered, he recalled a certain runt.
"And Turncoat! I helped take in Turncoat." Smiling proudly, Joey lifted his arms up into the air well above his already tall standing. "He's absolutely HUGE now. I guess I fed him enough beans... I'd send him out to greet you but he's doin' something for me at the moment... Tasha?" The Flareon was still treating him with a unusually cold reception despite being so attuned to the element of fire. Something wasn't right. Proceeding to halt with catching up on their past, he looked down to Keroswine who was still busily sniffing away. In fact, that was odd in itself. "Hey Kero... How come you didn't sniff out Tasha ahead of us and let us walk right into that trap...?" The swine looked up and with a wheezy grunt expressed a look of annoyance. "Whaddya think smart ass? I didn't know about that weirdo up ahead because I was busy sniffing away looking for the scent. Now shuddup 'cause I think it's over this way..." Having finished squealing in its own language, Joey scratched his head at whatever it had just tried to convey.
"Hmmmm." His uncertainty was voiced as he looked down to Kero and then back to Tasha. Joey was never the smartest tool in the shed but even he was finding it difficult not to add up two simple numbers and get the right answer. Stuck at the greatest impasse he'd come across in a while, Joey stood there silent for a good few minutes as he tried to reach a conclusion. Looking deep into the Flareon's eyes, he tried to ascertain whatever the hell was going on in its life that it had resorted back to such a lowly way of life while not to mention she had launched a warning attack against him. Thinking back to all the effort he went through to try and save her from the gang and get her back onto the honest path, Joey pulled a look of uncomfortable confusion. Shaking his head, he stood firm and made clear his decision. "I'm a man of the fight. Give me any opportunity and I will duke it out to the end. Born and raised, fighting is part of who I am but... How the hell can I raise my gang against you? This isn't right Tasha. I may not own you or have any right in tellin' you what to do but i'd never hurt a buddy o' mine." Staring the Flareon down, he waited to see what her reaction would be. If he was following this right, something was going to happen as this whole scenario seemed wrong.
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Post by Kataya on Dec 25, 2011 1:21:38 GMT 11
Ditto, still disguised as Tasha, listened to Joey’s speech intently. So, the Flareon it was covering for knew this guy? Should it let him pass? It wanted too, but it couldn’t. Tasha had ordered it not to let him pass, or if that wasn’t possible, at least stall him long enough. The path up the hill let to a small shack, which was where Tasha’s captor was hiding out. Though, the Ditto didn’t know that. It dwelled in Goldenrod, which meant it honestly had not much to do with the word outside. “Flareeee….” Ditto growled convincingly, raising its copied hackles. It was promoting a stance that would tell Joey it wasn’t in for negotiations, which would hopefully lead him to think Tasha wasn’t either. Keroswine however seemed to find something weird. Tasha’s fresh scent continued up the hill, which had to mean she had continued forwards. Though…that was weird, because she was standing right in front of them wasn’t she. Ditto saw that he was trying to follow the scent and dashed in front of him, growling and warning the pig not to move any farther. Placing a forepaw on Keroswine’s head, the ditto used the orange furred limb to push Keroswine back down the hill. Ditto also never reacted to the news of Turncoat, something Tasha would have done, which was a vital mistake the blobby creature did not know it had made. Still however, it stood ready for a fight. ______________________________________________________ Warning! Your negotiations did no good, as 'Tasha' (Level 14) still seems to want to fight! The only way it looks like you can get past this is to battle!
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Post by The REAL Joey on Dec 25, 2011 10:05:11 GMT 11
Finding itself being knocked down having been distracted by sniffing so intently, Kero let out an outraged squeal as it went flying down the hill. Joey, startled, looked to see if his Tepig was okay but knowing that the porker was made of sterner stuff, turned to look at Tasha. "What the hell?! What was that about? Kero's not a villain, he's on my side." Trying to reason with the imposter, he stopped mid sentence as an angry series of grunts came billowing from the bottom of the hill. As it came nearer and nearer, the heavy pitter patter of feet charging along also accompanied along side. "WHY I OUGHTA! You fluffin' big furball, i'm gonna sock my goddamn foot in yer face you little..." Snorting to itself, Keroswine had made it back from its little fall and was steaming. Little flames tickling out of its snout were all too indicative of its anger. About to launch itself full pelt into 'Tasha', Joey quickly scooped him up and shook his head.
Sure enough, things were now confirmed as being entirely off. There was no way a Pokemon as warm hearted as the Tasha Joey knew could act like this. His impassioned speech had little sway over what he thought was Tasha and that final dab it had knocked at Keroswine was the last straw. At a loss for words, Joey threw his arms out and grasped for the will power to stop himself from flying off the handle. "Do I have to knock some damn sense into ya?! The Tasha that I knew would have at least..." It was at that point a rather far fetched idea began to sprout in his mind. "Of course! Maybe this isn't Tasha but some copycat... In that case..." Leering his eyes as if to determine the mystery behind this all Joey spoke slowly. "I know just the fella to help me out on that." Placing Kero back on the floor, Joey sternly gave his Pokemon the go ahead. "Give it everything you got and ram this phony with a Tackle." Not even giving it a second's pause, Kero went plodding ahead. "PUT 'EM UP FURBALL!"
"I had been thinking your collar was controlling you but too many thing's are pointing to this all being a sham. I dunno what but i'm gettin' to the bottom of this."
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