Tiye would lock her hands behind her head as she would start to walk slowly after her. Curie would actually huff out a bit of electricity as she saw that her chances of getting rid of the girl was fading away.
They were so close.
So close, and then ...the girl leaves the borders and head after the Numel.
The dog would have howl her disappointment, but that wasn't happening now as she wags her tail slowly and then start to follow afterwards. Slowly, they would follow and the Rockruff felt that each moment was forever as she followed behind.
"You know, you are a pretty color. Rare too, how you feel about joining my team?"
Tiye would ask the pokemon as they simply walked after it. [/ color]
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3Total: 3 (1-20)
Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 12:55 am
[[I'm not dead! Mostly.]] [-1 to Chrono's attack!]
Like the mature, elegant creature that he was, the Pachrisu stuck out his tongue at Chrono, complete with with a loud, wet "thbptttttttt". Beauty and graceful. He didn't especially care about winning or losing, but he DID care about all this whining. /Man, your human is loud!/ he chittered to the Murkrow, shaking his tail in agitation. /Does she always make those noises? How do you focus when you're fighting?/ He'd scamper up the side of the great tree, darting from side to side as he rambled. /Is that why you're friends? You're both so noisy?/ He'd attempt to dodge as he bounced about.
One good hit deserved another, and Isolde paid back her pain with interest! Even so, it wasn't enough to knock out the roggenrola or even cause it to pause its assault, which meant the battle was still on. "Just try not to get hit again!" Aria called out, choosing to go with a cautious approach rather than trying to end the fight then and there. Isolde squeaked in confirmation before diving into a nearby snowbank, doing what all sandshrew did best and burrowing in to get some cover from whatever attack might happen next.
- Traveling down Everlast Summit (paused) - [4/10]
(Glad to hear it ...though the mostly ...got me a bit worried. You aren't turning Zombie,Right?)
Chrono's head was ringing and right at that moment ...sounds were gone as he would swear that he was deaf. His wings snap open in a floating position as Jasiri would roll her eyes at the continuous chattering.
It wasn't like she actually understood it.
So, the noise ..oh the noise.
Then something occurred to her. Their thoughts had been annoyance, but now, her eyes sparkle with interest. She had plan on leaving this failed battle behind, but now, as she watches the pokemon as it seemed to darted from side to side ...her eyes would seemed to narrow.
"I wonder, that sound and it's affect it's rather un-natural for your kind. I mean, I know that they chatter, but growl. I wonder ...if we open up his voice box would it look the same as any other."
She would literally start to rub her hands together.
"If I open you up, ....will you look the same?"
The girl's mind had started to go towards experimentation. Those cheeks, she had dissected a few, but, normally those creatures chattered not growled and beside that point.
This one had managed to last longer than most in battle. Maybe, it was worth a second look indeed.
Jasiri would turn to look at Chrono. She already knew, he couldn't hear her ....as she would signal with her hands what she wanted him to do. The Murkrow as this close to just leaving her as he rolls his own eyes.
This was a bad plan.
It was better to get out of here, which sounded much better than his suicide dive.
Once more, Chrono would drop down as he attacked with peck.
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4Total: 4 (1-20)
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[[Braaaaaaaaaaaaaains. I mean, no.]] [[17+5]-3]+[8-11] = 16 / 2 = 8 DMG! Pachirisu is at 6 HP!
While Jasiri couldn't understand the Pachirisu's chittering, he could understand hers. /What's a voice boooooooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!/ His question, unfortunately, was interrupted by Chrono's vicious assault, nearly knocking him off the branch. He clung to the bough with his toes, claws digging into the bark as hard as he could manage. /WHAT THE HELL, MAN? I WAS JUST ASKING QUESTIONS! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A BOX!/ He flailed angrily, little fists waving about. /Once I knock your beak off, I'm going after your trainer, got it? Fry her up like pine nuts!/ He took a deep breath, and raked his claws across the branch, gathering energy and fibers, weaving them together. Hissing, he flung forth an Electroweb!
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8Total: 8 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 11:56 pm
[[Ehhhhhhh. Not me, but it's still not good.]]
Yowch. For a few moments, the Roggenrola merely wobbled awkwardly, stumbling from stubby foot to foot. Cold! So cold and sharp! It was like getting attacked by the Smoochum Sisters! Only slightly less terrifying. The worst this Sandshrew could do is kill her, after all...
Which was seeming more and more likely as time went on. The Roggenrola could feel it, her rocky skin growing weaker and weaker under every blow. Human-trained Pokemon were and oddity; too powerful, but so very limited by their human's orders. It seemed a strangely cloistered life to live... and yet if they all survived, they'd be free to leave the island. She shook her body, narrowing her eye as she glared coldly at Isolde. If she went down in this battle, she'd at least make it a good fight. With a noise like rocks falling down the mountain, she slammed her body forward, rushing at the Sandshrew in a Tackle!
In the Garden of Monsters rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16Total: 16 (1-20)
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((18+5)-13)+(14-9) = 15 /2 = 7.5 to 8! Combee is at 9 HP!
/... you okay, buddy? Buddies?/ The Mimikyu eyed the trio of heads nervously, shifting in place. She wasn't sure how she felt about possibly fighting the mentally-distressed... no matter. With a hum, she'd scoot backwards, keeping her distance. Wanting this to be over as quickly as possibly, she'd slice forward again in an X-Scissor strike.
[7/10]
Starter Pokemon: Mimikyu [F] Name & Level: Eins, Level 4 [Temperament] Lonely Bio: Eins spent most of her pre-capture time haunting a candy store and sneaking free lollipops into the pockets of screaming children. She'd have been content to stay that way but for the will of the cult. Indeed, she was actually caught by Nim's sponsor, and given to the girl in an attempt to give her a step up when it came to fighting. The sponsor also has a slightly better sense of humor than Nim-- giving a Mimikyu a Mimikyu! No one could count on Nim's dislike of Pokémon being quite as... intense as it was, for the girl can barely stand to look at her starter. Nim couldn't even name the creature properly, just giving it a number for a name. For her part, Eins isn't too fussed; humans are strange, and she'll melt her trainer's heart one way or another... possibly by giving it a heart attack, but still. Stats: 15/19/PP:20/ATK:14/DEF:10/SPD:13/SP-ATK:10/SP-DEF:14 - Wood Hammer - X-Scissor - Copycat - Curse EXP: 118/125 Friendship: 5 Pokemon held items: N/A Items:
x1 Colourful Plant x1 Paper Bag x2 Pokeballs x1 Potion x1 Homing Beacon x1! Signal Flare x1 ??? Candy
Grey Moonfang IV
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5Total: 5 (1-20)
Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:41 am
Chrono probably would have cave in his skull if the little nut muncher ....hadn't actually lost his balance. His body hanging by his toes as Chrono would swing and miss and have to land on the same branch. His feet gripping tightly as he rolled his eyes.
(Why don't you just die, already?)
He was ask only moments before he saw what the pokemon was up to. He would lean forward as he let his body do a complete rotation on the branch to try and avoid the web before releasing and flying free of the entire area.
Onyxia clenched her stomach as the headbutt landed right on her. She hadn't known how hard one could hit till then. What didn't help was the Scraggy hit little Arla's pokeball. The Smoochum jumping out and immediately giving Onyxia kisses on her stomach. <"I make better from meany!"> Ordo sighed and walked over to the Scraggy. >"Hey she's human and sometimes doesn't have the best of manners. Look though, help us out in getting her away and you get the honey from us, the story of you took down the human to your friends, and if you can manage it I'll start a small fire for you. Deal? We just want out of here."< Onyxia watched as Ordo talked to the Scraggy. She got up slowly and winced as Arla bumped the bruise as the kisses continued. >"Deal man? One Pokémon to another. And if you can slip off you can stay on the property. All the berries you can eat."< Ordo was trying to sweeten whatever pot existed for the Scraggy.
Surprisingly the girl's adventure forward into the barren land would prove uneventful, even when following a rather peculiar Numel.
Eventually the Fire-type would guide the girl to a most wonderful sight. Standing amidst salt and baked earth, was a pool of water as clear as the skies above, a gentle breeze blowing off of it and rustling the short grass which has grown around it. Trees has given grown, their thick trunks bending over the pool, as if trying to protect it from the sun with broad green leaves. Life had somehow blossomed among desolation....but more miraculous still was the water remained unsalted. Perhaps it had been cleansed...or the salt washed away over time?
Yet this Oasis was not the end of surprises in store for Tiye. Not by far...
Numel from across the land had gathered here, mulling about the pool casually. Some munched on grass, others lay beneath the trees, and others seemed to trade tales and secrets...yet though their activities differed, all kept their eyes trained in the same direction.
Seated on a massive rock in the middle of the pool, humps slowly puffing smoke as it looked upon it's surroundings with an imperious stare, was a Camerupt, a rocky crown perched upon it's head. This it seemed....was their lord and master, the King of the Numel, and perhaps these very flats.
Looking at the King for long however would reveal something was wrong with this beast. His eyes seemed hollow, more white then colour. Fur which should be dry and lush, instead appeared thick and greasy...and all about it's body like a twisting vine creeping up a wall, inky black shadows clung to the King's body. Something awful had corrupted this Pokemon, body and mind.
That was the answer to why the Numel had gathered. Events were coming to a head, the reign of a twisted king coming to it's end, a new ruler would rise from the blackness. Those gathered here had come to watch the spectacle....or take part in the race for succession. Even as Tiye stood there the candidates would become clear...
In the west corner of the Oasis, Tiye would see a Numel she'd witnessed once before. With eyes resolute and determined, the Fire-type stood his ground, prepared to weather the coming storm. He looked upon the Camerupt, not as lord and liege, but as one looks at a mountain to be climbed. A castle to be conquered. This then was a Pokemon seeking to win through might of body and force of will. A would be Kingslayer.
To the east stood another male. By the swagger of his hump and the smile of his eyes, this was a Pokemon with all confidence in it's abilities. More so, from the looks he received from his fellows, it was confidence earned. Here was a Pokemon of Prestige than. One who had earned fame through action, and perhaps the King's ear in the days before madness. Surely the front runner for succession if things came to a mere vote then. The world was, after all, little more than a popularity contest.
The north held a more unsettling sole, a female with sleek fur and eyes that seemed to beckon those to watch her ever move. Yet in the corner of those eyes was a spot of something off....a touch of madness? Perhaps the shadows had corrupted more than just the King....were these Numel destined to replace on dark ruler with another? They did say after all, to fight fire with fire....
Tiye would find the fourth participant in this contest for sovereignty to be the very Numel that had lead her here. With eyes as serene as the oasis pool, the Numel looked not to the King, nor to her fellows, but to the trees and rocks. These things clearly held secrets, and perhaps this Numel in particular had some hint of what was in store.
It would seem the girl had stumbled upon a contest for the ages...but a question stood. Would she intervene, stand with the audience of this story, or merely take her leave and watch fate unfold? No Numel she helped would join her, after all if they won the throne was their's to sit upon....yet surely any she directly opposed would bare hostility in their heart. Unlikely though, that a new King, or a Numel helped through true kindness, would let the girl's efforts go unrewarded.
Great heroes carry the journey's burdens, not on their shoulders, but in their hearts.
So the question would remain....what would Tiye do?
Amazing how a hit to one's head could hurt their stomach and loose a Pokeball from their belt. Was Onyxia's stomach in her head? Cause that might explain the situations she was finding herself in. No, more likely the pain had simply been so rattling it had caused her digestive track to revolt. The stomach was often the first to throw up a protest.
Sadly in his youthful inexperience, Ordo had missed all the warnings signs the Scraggy was giving off. The standoffish posture, the grit of his flat teeth, and the vein throbbing on his forehead. The time for negotiation was over. They'd failed and would find only one option...perhaps two. Either they fought with this Scraggy tooth and nail, or retreated. Perhaps there was a path around it...but that would cost them a little time. More than the battle? One couldn't say.
Frankly it was some kind of miracle the Fighting-type hadn't just given Ordo a lump to match his Trainers. This Scraggy was rightly riled up, and would be deaf to words.
Chrono -Murkrow [M]
