The song had him moving with a better pace, but it would seem that such a song would seem to attract attention too ...as Muziki didn't stop his song. No musician worth a note would do that as something white seemed to be coming closer and closer. A cloud of snow? What in the heck, but the boy continued his song as he would actually put a spin into it.
A signal of sorts as his partner would fly out of his hoodie as he sang that part.
"Too sickly sweet and bitter, sends my head into a spin."
Come along and dance with me, party till we lose it all.
The Murkrow flying around his head as he points at the bluff of snow. A voice in his head was hoping against hope that this was going to be an easy fight. Something small and a good match for his musically team wouldn't be too much to ask for.
"And this will be the night to make a mark upon the world.
Yeah, this is it!
I feel like I will never look back and never let go."
The snow would disperse when the creature finally got within throwing range of him. It's had cleared the view of it with just the toss of it's head. A heavy set creature, Muziki would have never once thought to be in this area. A natural enemy to the Murkrow flying around his head.
"Yeah, I feel like, I will never look back and never let go."
The boy let his vocals trail off the rest of the song. Stopping at the end of the refrain and not picking it up in the next verse. There is nothing wrong with stopping a song early at the right spot, and from the looks of things ...his current song was the wrong one to sing to this guy.
He looked like he was a full on rock type of pokemon, who would ground the wrong song into the dust. Not a good critic to have to deal with this early on.
Muziki thought.
He would have said it outlaid, but it would have been a waste of a joke. Atiena was the only around to hear it as he put his arm up to let the pokemon land on his outstretched arm.
This guy didn't look like he wanted to joke around.
"Ummm...is there any chance, you might let me pass without a battle?"
When the boy spoke, the Rhyhorn simply stared. And continued to stare some more. Incredulous was what the pokemon was feeling. This human decided to trespass on his territory and then expected the pokemon to simply let him walk away? That was unacceptable. With a snort, the Rhyhorn would stomp one foot onto the ground in disagreement. There were two options for the male. He could start this battle... or he could attempt to run. If he attempted to run, the Rhyhorn would definitely charge. It was time for Muziki to make his decision.
Brian watched as the chopper began to descend, and by the time he was on the ground, he was glad he was wearing shorts. The place he'd been dropped off in was a wasteland, with the hot weather to match. This isn't good, he thought, as he began walking in a random direction. With her fur, I can't let Purr out very often, so she won't overheat. I'll have to do my best for now, and only call her out when I have to battle. That being said, Brian began to make his way down the side of the rock he was currently resting on, hoping that he could make it to a greener area before he, himself, overheated.
As Brian would begin his journey into the wasteland, it was no wonder that he wouldn't see any pokemon in sight. It was a bit hot for pokemon to simply wander around...supposedly. There was a soft trilling noise as a pokemon flew directly into the front of his path. The Fletchling looked at the boy, cocking it's head to the side curiously. It pecked at the ground, apparently dissatisfied. Turning her attention back to Brian, she would spread her wings wide and make direct eye contact with the trainer. He would need to get ready for a battle! This bird wasn't going to make it easy for him and let him continue on his way.
Kind of ironic that I get a wild Pokemon interaction on my first roll, lol. By the way, before I forget, what is Fletchling's catch number?
Brian had just barely begun to walk when something trilled softly and flew directly in front of him. As it slowed, he could see that it was a Fletchling. He smiled as the little bird looked at him, cocking her head to the side curiously before pecking the ground in an almost dissatisfied manner. A moment later, she looked at him again and made eye contact with him, signifying that he needed to get ready for a battle. Still smiling, Brian pulled Purr's Pokeball from his belt and tossed it into the air. "Purr, let's do this!" he said, as the Espurr materialized in a white flash of light. As soon as she saw the Fletchling, Purr knew it was time to battle, and she got into a battle stance, waiting to see what the Fletchling would do.
Muziki didn't speak pokemon, but he can tell with the posing, the stomping, and the fact that the Rhyhorn had not gotten out of his way, that was a resounding no. This wasn't going to be a easy fight, and he smirked a bit.
"So, that's your answer. I guess it's time to give you mine."
He would touch the case on his back as he would fast forward the tape recorder as he would simply take portable large speakers. Taking the audio cable he would connect it to two together.
"Musically instruments are no good here, but sometimes I record our own concerts ...or at the least the music. Atiena, we are doing track 15, this is a duet."
The pokemon would seem to smile at that as the boy would start the music loudly. Flying around and around him as Muziki stood in front of the Rhyhorn.
"I gave you a chance to escape."
The music would start to blare as surprisingly enough the murkrow would sing, first. Her chirps blending in perfectly with the song, and although the boy couldn't understand her words ...the same thing couldn't be said of the Rhyhorn as she went around her trainer.
((Woooah...woooah....wooaaaaaah))
She sang as she dove over and under Muziki. Her wings stretch wide as the song suddenly changed it's beat as she turned and drove swiftly at the Rhyhorn. Speed was on her side as she stop inches from his face and clap her wings shut. A move that was aimed to surprise or astonish her opponent as she sang.
((Strikeback))
Then the sound of the guitar and drums took over completely as the boy smiled.
This was that sort of music to go with his battle. A song that is all about speed and quick movements that was made to astonish. It wasn't hard to figure out what move she was going to be using for this battle, but hopefully ...things would be in their favor.
This one was full of disadvantages, and this Muziki realized without knowing the exact level differences between the two pokemon.
The pokemon was revealed, the time was now. She had been waiting for it. That moment that the light materialized into a physical body. The pokemon just now appearing and before it was completely aware of what was happening and it's surroundings was the best time to attack. Her wings would spread as she wouldn't bother to take back off, and instead charges on her small legs. The pokemon she was looking at was nonflying type anyway. So, the advantage was hers as she came at it. Though it would seem that the Espurr was just as quick on the uptake as it would shift into a battle stance even as she went for the tackle.
(Tch, they had the same speed)
She thought, hoping that she didn't give the pokemon enough time to actually attack.
Brian watched as the Fletchling decided to attack right away, apparently hoping to catch Purr off guard. The Espurr, for her part, was fully aware of her surroundings as she watched the Normal/Flying-type spread her wings as if to take flight, but instead charged into a Tackle attack. "Alright, Purr, start off with Scratch!" Brian said, and the Espurr nodded once, keeping her eyes on her opponent as one of her paws glowed white, and as the Fletchling reached her, she struck out with her glowing paw, hoping to do a little damage.
The attack had come too little, too late as the Fletchling hit with tackle. The move knocking the pokemon out as it was a harsh lesson to learn as the bird pokemon would put down the Espurr with a single blow. In the world of pokemon battles, unless your opponent was willing to wait it was a bad move to call them out once a battle has been acknowledged and not strike or defend. The Fletchling chirp in excitement of it's accomplishment as it looked at the pokemon before glaring at the trainer.
(Did he perhaps have another one?
Maybe a round 2, perhaps?)
The pokemon hadn't flown away, so the choice is yours. Try to capture it, or run away and try to contact the helicopter to be flown back to the academy for healing.
Brian could only stare in disbelief as Purr was knocked out with just one hit from the Fletchling. He couldn't believe it; first, Purr nearly died during his first battle to enroll at the Academy, then he beat his opponent on his second try. Now she was knocked out with just one hit; this was just not his day. "Purr, return!" he said, pulling out Purr's Pokeball and recalling the fainted Espurr. He sighed softly, knowing he would have to return to the Academy to get her healed yet again. At this rate, I'll never be able to finish my assignment, he thought. He wondered if he might be able to catch the Fletchling, even at full health, and decided to take a risk. If it failed, he could always run away and come back later. Pulling a Pokeball from his belt, he looked at the Fletchling, who was glaring at him, before throwing the Pokeball at it, and hoping he would be able to catch it without a fuss.
The poke ball would hit her on the head. She had been expecting another fighter, another pokemon to battle and beat, but instead ...she got hit with a poke ball.
(WTF)
A swirl of red would put her in a poke ball for a moment before she burst out again. The poke ball itself would seem to erupt from the inside out with it breaking into two different parts as the pokemon stood there glaring for just a moment at the trainer.
Then she would open her wings and take to the sky as she fled the area.
There was no point in her sticking around. It wasn't like she would gain any experiences from beating the hell out of a trainer.
Thus, Brian was left alone. It was a good thing he was actually in a desert area, there was plenty of sands, so calling a copter here would be a easy thing to do.
Brian sighed softly as the Fletchling burst from the Pokeball he'd thrown at her, glaring at him for a moment before flying away. He'd been hoping to catch her, but had known it probably wouldn't work. Now the Pokeball he'd used was useless, and couldn't be used again. He knew that with Purr knocked out, he had no other choice but to return to the Academy and get her healed before returning. Pulling out the badge he'd been given, he pressed the button on the back, then waited for the chopper to return before climbing inside and telling the pilot to take him to the Academy.
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Lia Syuki
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Naia Lowell Viridian Division
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One moment she was hunched over in her seat, the next she was shreaking as she plummeted downward. Naia had indeed been dumped from the aircraft and was now falling towards what she felt was certain death. Even when she collided with something solid and stopped falling, the girl was still in too much shock to realize she hadn't actually died from her landing. It would be some time before the young trainer finally stopped shaking and noticed that, though sore, she was still able to sense the world around her and as such was probably still alive. It took several long, shaky breaths afterwards for her to actually work up the nerve to sit up and look around.
What Naia saw made her double over almost immediately. In spite of being on solid "ground" she was still high in the air, sitting among the branches of a great tree like some bird. "Why... Why... Why..." the girl mumbled to herself as she shuddered and tried to force herself to look around at her surroundings. For the most part, what greeted her eyes were trees as far as she could see, but off in the distance she could make out an area marked with buildings and features that couldn't have been made by nature. It had to be her destination and it seemed that the only way to reach it was to find a way down the tree and forge her way through the sea of green that stretched before her.
Since sitting around cowering wouldn't get her anywhere, Naia forced herself to her feet. The branch she was on was thick enough that she was in no danger of falling off. Well, unless something tried to knock her off. As long as she kept towards the center, she was fine. That's what the girl kept telling herself as she slowly walked towards the great trunk of the tree.
The Rhyhorn definitely hadn't been expecting that. While waiting for the battle to start, the trainer had begun to...sing! What. Then his annoying bird started as well. The Rhyhorn didn't need to do much for defense. Being a heavy pokemon meant he was pretty slow speed wise and it was obvious the Murkrow was faster. Instead he would amble forward slightly relying on his thick hide to protect him from the oncoming blow!
While Naia had brief panic attack, there was a movement to her left. It was a bit of black before a musical note seemed to be bobbing up and down. Oh wait. Nope, it was just the head of a Chatot. The pokemon emerged before spotting the trainer in the tree with it's beady eyes. It let out a spot on imitation of a Arcanine as a roar burst from it's beak. Cackling, the pokemon would go back to pecking at the tree, quickly losing interest in his audience. Naia was free to go, unless she wanted to be a bully and pick a fight, of course.
Brian watched as the chopper began to descend, and by the time he was on the ground, he was glad he was wearing shorts. The place he'd been dropped off in was a wasteland, with the hot weather to match. 
