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Several things stood out to Duke since the last exchange. Most telling of all, was the obvious disdain Amelie's mother held towards both Yuki and Iskra, both Ghost-types towards which Amelie
had already admitted fondness for herself. It wouldn't be unreasonable to thus assume this would be a source of strife within the family. Perhaps, in some way, this too is connected with her eventual demise? He would need to see how both her father and brother would interact later on to ascertain his supposition. There is, however, something else worthy of note, and perhaps this is something too insignificant, but still quite odd given the stature and wealth of Amelie's family: her mother did not seem to acknowledge him. Even if Iskra was a factor, one would think a woman of her social stature would at least provide some salutations and ask Duke a question or two, if only out of a minimal sense of etiquette and courtesy alone. Not that he was offended by this, but he couldn't help feeling how awkward the situation had become. Nonetheless, he decides to address her mother before following Amelie towards the dining table. "Worry not ma'am, the thing will be on its best behavior." He bowed and nodded slightly, maintaining a courteous facade as he made use of her own choice of words. He didn't mean to sound passive-aggressive, although he couldn't keep himself from that inflection escaping his control. While he believed fighting over choice of pronouns to be pointless, he couldn't avoid the emotional response it invoked. Iskra likely didn't care herself. After all, she is a doll. "I thank you most kindly for your hospitality." He then concluded, hoping to be on his way to some delicious breakfast. Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:30 PM. |
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Duke seemed to be forming a better idea of the current family dynamic, and the fractures that were forming within, in particular, in relationship with Amelie. It was beyond obvious to him at this point that this was hardly the time and place to be casually introduced to the family, and that the palpable tension in the air was only going to grow ever more oppressive from here on out. It would indeed be the perfect breakfast for Iskra, ironically enough. That said, though painfully aware of his status as an alien, he made a mind to be as least intrusive as he possibly could; minding his manners and mirroring those of his hosts, while also avoiding all conversation unless directly spoken to. His whole purpose was to observe and learn. Amelie had already relived this day countless times, but Duke needed to see it unfolded for himself.
With there being only two seats left, Duke decides to take the one right beside Amelie's father. Firstly, out of proper etiquette. He was the only guest at the dinner table, it seemed, and a male one at that, so conventions dictate that taking place beside the head of the family would only be appropriate. Secondly, it seemed to him that Amelie had the most friction towards her father, and thus taking a space between them both would likely help alleviate the tension. Before sitting down however, he approaches Amelie's seat intent on pulling it back for her. It didn't mean anything that special for him, but how rude would it be if he didn't do the minimum expected of a gentleman? Last edited by Balmund; 07-10-2017 at 02:46 PM. |
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They’re getting hurt in there! Those bite marks… they’re horrible! How can they even endure it?! Instinctively, his hands reached for the empty PokéBalls in his belt; if he could accurately aim the beams at his partners, he could recall them to safety and get as far away from the skirmish as possible – it’s not like they’d been welcome since the very beginning, what with that arrow stuck in the tree. Munchlax and Staryu remained undeterred, protecting the Gourgeist long enough to allow them to re-enter the fray. And before he knew it, his Pokémon and the wild ones were fighting in unison to progressively gain terrain on the attackers! How? How are they doing this? How do they know what to do, if they’ve never even battled before? And… what is my role in all this?... His fingers stopped an inch away from the empty devices. For the first time since the entire situation had gotten out of hand, a thought other than running away began brewing in his mind. It started with that painful memory… ----- He finally woke up from a disjointed mess of dreams about Champion Gottfried, his brother Erik, his damned father Ulrik and a blonde-haired stranger with glasses. As he came to, he realized his body was freezing, to the point where he couldn’t feel his legs, and his hands throbbed in pain. It took him a while to understand what was going on – especially how on earth he was moving if his legs weren’t. And then it dawned on him: someone was dragging him across the frozen floor of cave. That’s right, that was where he was… Springtide Isle’s Ice Cavern. Looking up, he discovered it was Munchlax doing the heavy lifting – or in this case, heavy dragging – as the cold barely seemed to faze him, thanks to his Thick Fat… Little by little, memories were coming back to him. That strange man in glasses had a Snover with him; Rorik had just found an egg, and suddenly those two assaulted him – everything became so cold all of a sudden… He couldn’t tell how long he’d remained imprisoned, nor who’d rescued him in the end, but surely someone did; there was no way he could’ve survived the incident by himself. He owed his life to someone… but at the same time, his Egg had been stolen! At least my Pokémon are… wait, what?! Staryu’s PokéBall was indeed on his belt, but… Where was Marion Ette’s Gastly? Someone had taken it away from him too! Panic settled in, then a growing sense of frustration, and finally genuine rage overwhelmed him. He leaped up, his strength renewed, breaking free from Munchlax’s grasp, and punched the tunnel’s frozen wall in fury. Naturally, all it resulted in was a laceration in his fingers and a bleeding wound, but he did not mind the pain for once. Munchlax looked at Rorik, not entirely surprised by his reaction, but curious at the sudden display of passion by the usually hyper-rational Professor. Useless… I’m useless! I can’t bond with my Pokémon, I can’t hold my own when under attack, I can’t even hold on to my own belongings! I am a disgrace! He’d promised Gottfried and Erik that he’d do well, that he would make them proud. Those were his parting words when he left Heiml and boarded the S.S. Bifrost… If either of them could see them now, what would they think? What would that bastard Ulrik say about him? At that point, he broke down in tears, all strength from the previous outburst abandoning him once more; he fell to his knees, sobbing. He might be the worst example of a true Heimlan, but no man from his homeland took dishonour well. As Munchlax walked over to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, Rorik looked at his partner through teary eyes and steamed-over glasses. “I’m so sorry. Sorry for being this weak…” He understood now that he’d come ill-prepared for this journey, and that he wouldn’t be able to keep going in his present state. “We need someone who’ll show us what it’s like to be a real Trainer.” ----- A real Trainer wouldn’t run away. He would strengthen his bond with his companions and fight together… I’ve never studied the basics of battle, but I’m not clueless! I… I’ve watched them grow, I know what they can do! It was the most basic of premises – a Bond is formed and gains strength when Human and Pokémon work together to achieve a common goal. It was how legendary Trainers like Levin Sanders and Gottfried Haraldson had achieved such unimaginable levels of power: they fought as one with their Pokémon partners. Rorik couldn’t even conceive such a degree of brilliance… but he realized now what he had to do; his companions needed his guidance, lacking as it may be! “Munchlax, Staryu! Please listen to me! I…. I decided to stay and fight!” The bear, his back turned to Rorik as he faced the rat pack, grinned at how damn long it had taken the Professor to see the light; Staryu would have too, if it anatomically could. They tensed up, and awaited Rorik’s much-needed instructions; at long last, they weren’t fighting by themselves. “Alolan Rattata are Dark-Type… Munchlax, take the front and throw a Drain Punch when they lunge!” Rorik said, suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of excitement he veritably never recalled feeling before. “Staryu, Analyze their movements and strike last with a Tackle at those that Munchlax can’t hit!” Wh… what am I doing?...
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And yet, it doesn't contemplate fleeing for a mere second... Staryu wants to see this through to the end, and I... I have to respect its will. Alright then... He thought the transition would have been much rougher - switching from a scientist to a battler - but these Rattata were untrained, instinctual beings. There was no reason he could not formulate a proper plan to defeat them, even with his absolute lack of field experience. After all... I can rely on them. Munchlax in particular seemed to be in tip-top shape, making the most of the unique move taught to him by Gottfried some time before he'd given him to Rorik. That he knew, no other Munchlax in the world had been trained to know such techniques, and he owed it to the Champion he so admired to put that training to good use! "Staryu, you're injured... Munchlax, shield it! Toughen up with the Iron Defense you mastered under Gottfried, and Drain Punch the Rattata when they lunge at you!" shouted Rorik, amazed at how naturally these instructions came to him. "Staryu, catch your breath and Harden up behind Munchlax's cover, don't take risks for now." He wasn't a risk-taker like his brother, it just wasn't in his nature. Erik would have kept up the charge until the rats were lying prone on the ground, consequences be damned, but that bleeding wound on Staryu was a gruesome sight, and it cooled off Rorik's impulse of keeping up the offensive. Munchlax was sturdy enough to take the blows and retaliate when the opportunity arose; rushing ahead would just get the starfish hurt even worse, and it was not yet experienced enough to learn how to Recover by itself. Let's just hope I'm not putting those Gourgeist and their eggs at risk by being so conservative. I... I have to look after my own first. ----- OoC: I so would have had Munchlax use Soft-Boiled on Staryu... until I read that it apparently cannot be used like that in the games anymore after Gen VII
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It was hard not to distinguish a certain theme regarding the family's choice of Pokémon: Ice-types, each and every single one of them. Why did they held Ghost-tyes in such contempt however? Was it due to some family rivalry? That could certainly explain a great deal, and would make some sense given the context of this story; Duke could understand it to some degree out of personal experience. Several of Blackthorn's most ancient of families took to Dragon breeding and taming very seriously, and expected future generations to carry on the legacy to perfection, even if youngsters nowadays weren't so keen on old traditions. Duke himself was a sort of deviant as well, being a lot more partial to pseudo-dragons than fully blooded ones. He could relate how one's passions and preferences could earn the scorn of one's peers, and in a way, it wasn't that much different to what Amelie was going through herself.
Now that he was being offered the chance to pick his share, Duke turns to Amelie before turning back to the plate. There wasn't that much left, which is unsurprising given he wasn't being expected this morning, and partly because of this it didn't quite feel right to take a share prior to Amelie. Everyone else had taken theirs beforehand, the clear implication being that she was beneath in status than even himself, and should Duke take a portion similar to the rest of the family, Amelie would be left with nothing but scraps. This wouldn't do. Despite her father's apparent expectation, he decides to concede his turn and allow Amelie to have her fill first. Perhaps he could handwaive the action with some generic excuse so as to avoid any implied offense if it turned out to be at all necessary. 'I'm not that hungry today.', or maybe 'I'm afraid I'm feeling under the weather this morning.', or perhaps 'It's fine, tea and toast will do for me.' But before the need would even arise, Duke decided to shift the focus of attention towards the question Amelie's father had asked. He thought it best to answer briefly, and with relative honesty. Perhaps a bit of flattery would set the mood right. "In truth, I just had a chance encounter with Lady Amelie's Froslass while strolling around with my Shuppet, a gift from a dear friend. This lead to a pleasant exchange, and before I knew it, I was invited to breakfast before being off on my way. I have to say however, I couldn't help but take notice of your Pokémon. I'm a dragon tamer by family trade myself, but even so, I find yours to be magnificent - that much I can tell." Iskra on her end was thoroughly enjoying herself. Ever since birth, she's always been a being defined by the raw hatred that brought her into life. There was no existance prior to this. Hate was what made her be, and to hate was to love. She couldn't feel more loved right now. So when offered to part with the rest of the family and follow Yuki, she found herself clearly torn. Amelie's parents where just giving her so much love, but a part of her really did want to follow Yuki along. If it wasn't for Brantley, she probably would've stayed back, but it was hard to resist his potential for malice too! Oh what sort of twisted intent did he hide just for her? Only one way to find out! Last edited by Balmund; 07-11-2017 at 08:51 PM. |
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Continuing on, he started to examine the table. Walking around he saw chipped plates and grimy cutlery set up in perfect order, as if there was about to be a feast. The smells of cooking food, which heavily saturated the air, only seemed to confirm this. However, where were the guests? It would seem awfully amiss if no one showed up for a grand feast. Perhaps... no one ever did. He saw Wisp float to the middle of the table, and curiously look at the melted candle wax that stained the table cloth. The wax was more a pale, sickly cream color, most likely from years of staying put and never being cleaned. He beckoned the Litwick back to him. They were not Wisp's kin, it was just a remnant of man. Suddenly, Austin could hear the opening of doors, and glances towards it. A young maid walks through, and notices him. With a tired sigh, she welcomes him and says the master isn't back yet. Master...? So something does call this place home. Weighing on her offer, Austin decides to accept it. Even if it was a lie, he would gleam more information into the workings of this place. "Sure, I would like a drink. Could you perhaps escort me to a more... Comfortable place please?"
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In a flash, Colin zipped across the bend of the swamp, his eyes set directly on the swarm of Combee, their apparent ringleader still harassing the poor bee-keeper clad woman. They didn’t seem to notice the giant dragonfly Pokemon making a beeline right for them, however, instead focusing on the commanding Combee’s vicious attacks. The opportunity was ripe for a surprise attack; with the bee Pokemon distracting themselves, Colin took the chance to charge up an Ancient Power. The Yanmega attuned itself to the prehistoric energy from the fossils buried deep within the area surrounding it, causing large rocks to lift out of the swamp and into the air, floating beside the bug Pokemon. With a powerful beating of its wings, the rocks launched through the air and directly at the Combee attacking the woman, who was in the midst of diving into her from above. Sandaa: [Update Music] + Atmosphere
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It seemed a bit strange that a whole colony of spiders inside a tree didn't have signs of obvious webbing, but maybe the webbing was thin enough that it couldn't be seen from outside. Whatever the case, this was their home, and even if he and his Pokemon won a battle against the hundreds of them it would still leave a bad taste in his mouth. As Wendy and the snakes started hissing threats against the Spinarak, Hyrem ordered, "Stop it, girls, it's not worth it! We'll just have to find somewhere else to rest, that's all." He scooped up Sorano back into his arms, Nissa and Henrietta staying perched on his shoulders as he slowly backed away from the tree, urging his Seviper and Salamence to do the same. Wendy, however, inhaled, and Hyrem knew what she was planning. "Wendy, no!" he barked at her, causing her to hold her breath. "This is really not the time for a Flamethrower, so stand down...now." All she wanted to do was torch the place, but orders were orders, so she let off a short huff before walking away, keeping an eye on the Bug-types to make sure they wouldn't do anything. "You too, Amethyst, Kinana," he added to the Seviper, who were both coiled back, ready to lunge at the first Spinarak that jumped at them, but Amethyst soon loosened her body and started slithering away, Kinana following suit. As they all backed off, Hyrem intentionally leaving behind whatever food he had unpacked as a peace offering, he hoped that would be the end of it and the Spinarak would let them leave the tree unharmed.
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"...Yan ya!" grunted Colin, managing to right himself in midair. Far from down and out, Colin was ready, willing, able, and pissed. "Yes!" Keith grinned. "Now, Colin! Air Slash, let's go!" "Yan yaaaa!" Colin rumbled, unleashing blades of air at the horde of Combee. Keith grinned- the super effective move did major damage to all five targets. Keith, however, knew the battle was far from over. Though the Air Slash was undoubtedly effective, all five Combee were still in the fight, and they all started to dive-bomb Colin, Bug Bite attacks at the ready. "Dodge it!" Keith commanded. "Yan! Ya! Yan! Ya!" grunted Colin, darting in midair to evade the angry bees... though only succeeded with three of them. The other two managed to grab hold with their Bug Bite attacks. "YAAAAN!" Colin growled angrily. "Colin, use Bug Buzz!" Keith ordered. "Yan... YAAAAAA!" Colin trilled, unleashing the powerful Bug move. Not normally a smart choice against Flying-types like Combee, but thanks to Colin's Tinted Lens, that resistance was nullified quite effectively, resulting in a lot of damage to the Combee horde. "Alright, Colin, you're doing great-" began Keith, before the woman shouted for him to watch out. And Keith looked. And he saw exactly for what he ought watch out. Combee are Bug and Flying-types. Two types that share one very important distinction- namely, a weakness to Rock. Thus, when struck by a move like Ancient Power, one would expect a Bug and Flying-type like Combee to be severely damaged, if not outright one-hit KO'd. And yet, this was not the case with the sixth Combee, the leader of the swarm. And now, looking at it up close, Keith could see a red triangular marking on the forehead of this Combee's bottommost head. From what little Keith knew of Combee as a species, he knew this was the distinguishing mark of the rare female Combee, making Combee one of the species of Pokémon whose genders were easiest to distinguish on sight, second only to the Hippopotas line. However, Keith barely had time to register these facts in his mind- this Combee was female, and was by no means discouraged by the super effective blow she'd taken- before the Tiny Bee Pokémon landed a powerful Endeavor- on Meowth! "Meowth!" Keith exclaimed as the attack sent the Normal-type flying. "Gaaah..." Meowth groaned, struggling to get to his feet. "Dat was powerful..." "You OK, Meowth?" called Keith. "I been betta," Meowth replied, now standing back up, albeit a bit shakily. "Dat Combee must'a taken a buttload o' damage from dat Ancient Powah..." Keith nodded his agreement. Endeavor, he knew, was a move where the Pokémon took down the opponent's health level to that of the user, and since Meowth had sustained heavy damage, Keith knew that Combee must have as well. And yet, despite having taken so much damage, she was by no means ready to call it quits. Alarming, yes, and yet, Keith couldn't help but admire such tenacity on some level. "Alright," he stated. "Colin, just a little more, you're doing great!" he encouraged his tired Yanmega. "Air Slash and Bug Buzz worked pretty well for you last time, so give those Combee a bit of a repeat performance, yeah? And Meowth, get ready," he added. "Looks like you're in on this as well. Use Water Pulse on the female, follow up with Icy Wind, then let fly your Thunderbolt attack!" |
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Kratos started things off by flashing the Carnivine with the gem on his forehead as the Confuse Ray disoriented it. It was perfectly timed too, because the confusion caused the Carnivine to miss a point blank Vine Whip that would have certainly put a beating on the water typed Golduck. Carnivine released Kratos from its hold and began to thrash about its vines in pure frustration. Kratos seized the opportunity and took careful aim, blasting the Carnivine with an Ice Beam that put it down for good. Pumping his fist, Gary gave Kratos a thumps up as the Golduck fell to his knees and returned the gesture. “Great work, Kratos!” Gary called out as Kratos slumped down in exhaustion. “You’re a superstar, buddy! Take a long rest, you deserve it!” Gary ran over and rubbed Kratos on the head before returning him to his Pokeball. Thunder boomed once again, and Gary’s focus returned to the task at hand. The rain wasn’t getting any lighter and the man surely wasn’t getting any healthier. Gary jogged forward down the path, knowing what he had to do. The mud splashed below his feet, and this time Gary took extra precaution to watch his footing so he wouldn’t repeat what he had just gone through. It was tough to see through all the rain, but he could just barely make out the rocky coast up ahead. He hurried and pressed forward, wondering what kind of threat was in store for him up ahead.
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The wall of trees that barricaded the swamp gave way to a small river delta that opened up onto the rocky coast. This kind of area would typically be teaming with all kinds of life in the brackish waters where the river and the ocean met, but Gary bit his lip and steeled himself as he passed it by as he headed onto the rocky beach, another stunning display of the ocean’s power. He admired the rocky crags that jutted out of the water, having been battered and shaped by the waves for possibly millions of years. He wondered how much this scene had been influenced by mankind, which he concluded was probably not much. It was then the sight of some Pokeballs and a brown leather bag that snapped Gary out of his awestruck observations. One of the balls had a bloody handprint on it, causing Gary to realize right away that he had in fact found the man’s belongings. He first picked up the bloody Pokeball, and then while he bent over to grab the one sitting in a small pool of water, Gary caught sight of the leather bag being pulled away by the current into the sea. “Shit,” Gary cursed under his breath. He was not going to have a lot of time to react on this one. Gary quickly pulled a pair of goggles out of his bag and slipped them on over his forehead. He then set his bag down along with the man’s two Pokeballs securely behind a large rock where hopefully they would not be seen in the event of someone or something coming along while he left them unattended. Not caring about his already soaking wet clothes, mostly because they were already technically swimwear, Gary charged forward to the water, tossing out one of his own Pokeballs. “Aero! I need you on this one!” Gary called out, lowering the goggles over his eyes. “Let’s Dive after that bag quickly!” Not deterred at all by the choppiness of the waves, Gary grabbed onto his Mantine’s back and took a deep breath. He was confident enough in his ability to hold his breath under water, and he had dived enough with Aero in the past that his Mantine knew Gary’s cues on when it was time to surface. As the two broke the surface of the water, his eyes scanned around, hoping to catch sight of the bag sooner rather than later.
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The fact that the source of the wonderful music was coming not from any human made instruments, but from what he assumed to be wild pokemon and whatever assets and objects nature afforded them made the sweet melodies all the more impressive. Erven crouched down by his partner, hunching to hide his form beneath the layer of brush that separated them from the ensemble of talented pokemon. "This is kind of strange," Erven whispered to Greg in a hushed tone he hoped wouldn't spook the performers, "but cool. Can you... make music, too?" he questioned, genuinely curious of his companion's abilities. Greg's expression mirrored that of his trainer's, his small brow furrowing in a curiosity of his own, never having before attempted his hand at music and shifted his gaze downward toward his abdomen. The squirtle raised his stout appendages tentatively and began to slap the shell on his chest along to the music, though couldn't quite match the beat. His arms lingering at the front of his torso, Greg looked back up to his human friend, shaking his head in a definitive and confident negative. "That's alright," Erven assured him, easily, and placed a palm upon the crown of Greg's head. "You're good at other things... like walking long distances through swamps. Like me!" He offered with an unusually warm tone. "So what do you say we go introduce ourselves?" Erven suggested, to which Greg emphatically nodded in agreement. The trainer smiled, pleased to see his pokemon so excited, and pressed both hands to his bent knee, rising up from the moist ground and pushed the brush to announce their presence. |
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The drunk, however, was the complete opposite, pulling another ball from pocket as he once again verbally abused the Pangoro, and letting slip the fact he traded for her. Of course it won't listen to you, you wasted muppet, not with that attitude. With a roll of the eyes as she weeped loudly and pulled from her fleeting love, the drunk flicked forward a ball, revealing something equally intimidating and large, vines waving around everywhere, as the drunk stated his tiredness of her words in the usual eloquent manner, the Tangrowth looking much meaner and ready to fight. The Mawile made to step forward, but his ally raised a hand. "This beast is beneath you, Bel. Such a putrid, hideous mess of a creature...this is why you should not drink, Tangrowth." She quipped, as her hand reached for inside her coat, revealing a rare crimson ball, like a sparking ruby as she enlarged it. "Nay, if the angry monkey refuses to clear off, then I shall have to...discipline it. Aken'thaal, your service is required." Giving the cherish ball a toss, a smaller beetle emerged from the sphere, glistening gold carapace and compound eyes staring up at the significantly larger pokemon before him, the shiny Nincada was interested in facing this foe, not at all intimidated by the size. "Aken'thaal, harden your shell to defend against any physical blows this foe possesses, before reading their mind to anticipate actions and determine weak points. When an opportunity rises, strike with leech life at a sensitive spot. Bel, do console the sorrowful Pangoro, and rise to the defence of her with will of iron to thwart any physical trauma. Remain vigilant, and be merciful to her feelings, for this pitiful example of a human being should never have taken custody of one so sensitive." The woman remained calm and collected, though addressed the obstacle before her with the level of scorn Hell hath no fury comparable as the Nincada prepared himself for this opponent. |
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"Is that so?" Duke feigned ignorance as Amelie's father pointed out the implications. "In that case I offer my sincerest apologies. I did not mean to be part of an unintended scandal, nor do I wish to become a source of slander on your good name. I must insist, I'm merely a traveler who was offered a token of kindness, and I'm sure your daughter meant well. If I am not to be her guest, then perhaps you could consider me yours?" He paused to gauge his reaction, and took a bite in the process out of the portions Amelie had so considerately partitioned evenly for them both.
"Mmm, this is quite delicious, I must say... but I digress... Sir, I believe we haven't had a proper introduction. I am Balmund, of the Blackthorn family. I know not what my family name means to you, but it doesn't matter. I’ll soon be on my way, and this incident will be put behind us. Before that however, could I not at least get a tour of your estate? I’ve been told such nice things about this place. As a traveler, I might as well see for myself before I continue on my journey.” He hoped that would be enough to divert the flow and tone the conversation was taking, and hopefully buy him an excuse to stick around for longer. He could already tell Amelie’s father was likely prone to having a short fuse and zero tolerance for nonsense, but as a noble, he should at least show the bare minimum and superficial courtesy to entertain his guest… right? Meanwhile, Iskra seemed quite pleased by the treatment she was getting from Brantley. The way he just whacked Yuki like that? He didn’t hold back at all! Yes, this was just the kind of playmate that would do nicely for her, where ‘playmate’ is better defined as victim by normal conventions. She took a glance at Yuki, then back at Brantley, and giggled ominously, before fading out into the ether, out of view, her laughter still ringing loud and clear. It was time for mischief. Last edited by Balmund; 07-29-2017 at 06:06 PM. |
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That answer made a loud impact against the huge tree they were near, followed by five more just like it as six large, blue amphibians hugged the tree licking up whatever Spinarak they could catch into their wide mouths. "Whoa, they're huge!" Hyrem said with awe. "What are those things anyway?" Pulling out his Pokedex, he scanned the closest one for answers: Seismitoad, the Vibration Pokemon. The bumps on the back of their hands can amplify the power of their punches, making them able to destroy large boulders as soon as even one fist finds purchase against them. The bumps on their foreheads excrete a potent poison that debilitates their opponent enough so they can use their melee attacks against them. "Wow, they seem pretty strong! And pretty hungry too," he remarked, watching the toads continue to lap up spiders until they were all either inside their stomachs or had escaped a toady doom. After they finished swallowing their last victims, they began to bellow a low, loud croak of triumph that vibrated everything around them, including Hyrem and his Pokemon, bothering Wendy enough to lift herself off the ground a bit in order to avoid the shaking from the chorus while everyone else had to endure the sonic waves pulsing through them until the croaking subsided. At that moment, another new face stormed in, this one a girl about Hyrem's age in short pants and shirt holding a Pokemon looking similar to the Seismitoad but smaller and with no arms. "That looks just like the others, but what is it?" he asked, consulting Dexelle once again: Palpitoad, the Vibration Pokemon, and the pre-evolved form of Seismitoad. Able to live both in water and on land, it can vibrate the bumps on its head so it can attack with waves of water or land-disrupting earthquakes. Its long tongue can shoot out and stick onto any target, rendering the prey immobile before pulling it into its mouth. "There you are, you no good little-" she's about to go off on the Seismitoad before she discovers Hyrem's presence along with his Pokemon, her demeanor changing accordingly to a more reserved one before adding, "These, uh... these are mine." There's a rather awkward pause until she sees fit to explain more: "My, um... my family runs a ranch. We raise Seismitoad. These got out. I gotta take 'em back." She then tries to reign in the larger amphibians but to no avail as they are busy wiping and licking their faces, likely searching for the last taste of Spinarak that may be around their lips, and Hyrem couldn't help but wonder how he might be able to help her. Wendy and Amethyst could battle (and Rayquaza knows they were itching for a fight), but it would likely prove difficult against six Seismitoad. He looked to Henrietta, who was still poking her head above his shoulder; while she was slightly interested in meeting Pokemon who were similar to her, she was generally shy, and she was worried especially because she was small enough to easily fit right inside any one of their mouths and they could see her as a snack just like the Spinarak were. Likewise, Nissa and Sorano's small sizes gave them similar concerns about being slurped up by the Seismitoad, while the mother-daughter Seviper pair tensed up, ready to pump venom into the frogs should they try anything against them. The only one who felt confident enough to stand up to a bunch of Water-types was Wendy, and Hyrem didn't trust her not to get into a frenzy and burn down the forest trying to battle them. He then remembered the food laying on the ground and had an idea. "Hey, do you think we can use the food over here to lure them to wherever your farm is?" he asked the girl. "It's just a bunch of pre-killed stuff, maybe they're still hungry enough to want it!" Wendy huffed at the notion of sharing the food; first Spinarak, now a bunch of fat frogs? They could probably stand to lose some weight, let her gain it all! She dare not complain further, however, lest she get sucked into her Dragon Ball and be without a meal that way.
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”My” partner… is he really? This frightening strength, all but untapped – it’s none of my doing. He belonged to Gottfried, our Champion; he was raised by Heiml’s “Norse God”, not me. Such potential… is it not wasted on a clueless man like me? The only other time I see him this happy is when he’s eating – he thoroughly enjoyed beating those Rattata, like battling is in his blood… Am I just holding him back? Up until that point, Rorik used to think the exact opposite: that it was the bear who was dragging him down. But seeing such a display of power made him reassess Munchlax’s true worth – and just how utterly worthless he, the Trainer, had been in the end. Further eating away at his shattered self-confidence was the fact that he’d allowed Staryu to be severely injured, and one of the Gourgeist’s eggs to be desecrated. With a heavy heart, he first turned his attention to his starfish, dropping to one knee and calling it over. “I’m so sorry for putting you in danger like this,” he whispered, voice trembling with emotion. “Here, take this, it’ll ease the pain.” Retrieving a small vial from his Bag, Rorik sprayed the Super Potion on the nasty-looking wounds, hoping to remedy his own mistake. Then, as he prepared to administer the same care to Munchlax, he spotted the bear heartily chewing away on a Soft-Boiled egg of his own conjuring. He was raised by a Champion; he doesn’t need me. How foolish of me to think otherwise. Still, he could not bring himself to carry on like nothing had happened. Empty of meaning as they might sound coming from someone like him, the Professor walked over to the recovered Munchlax and patted him on the head, granting him an honest smile. “I… Well… You did good,” he stammered clumsily. “More than good. You were outstanding! Th-thank you. And… sorry about before.” It was hard to forget that he’d just tackled and berated the bear mere moments earlier, but it seemed the events had completely slipped Munchlax’s mind already, whose expression changed from confused to endearingly cheerful in a matter of seconds. The bone-chilling wailing of the Gourgeist couple seemed never-ending, a knife made of consolidated guilt stabbing Rorik in the chest over and over again. He could do nothing for them, nobody could save perhaps for the life-giving deities of the Pokémon World. Yet, this was simply nature running its course; it would be unreasonable to expect a miraculous manifestation of either Xerneas or Arceus in this instance. No, the parents would just have to carry the pain with them… “I… I wish I could do more,” Rorik found himself whispering, unsure if either Gourgeist could hear him above their own crying. “I’m sorry. But…” Am I stepping out of line here?... “… but you still have your other eggs. Your other children,” he continued, drawing from some unseen fountain of either courage or stupidity to give life lessons to the undead. “You can take that pain, that sorrow, and turn them into dedication to raise the ones that could be saved as best you can!” Rorik knew he was playing with fire – he’d always lacked the ability to empathize, and trying to do so with angry ghosts could prove costly – but something moved him to keep going. Was it a need for self-justification, or genuine pain for their loss? “I don’t know what it’s like to lose a child,” he admitted, despite knowing what it felt like to lose a mother, “but you didn’t lose them all. Try… try to hold on to the ones that made it. W-with all due respect.” He’d had enough of this place, of death, conflict and loss. Of feeling worthless when it really mattered. And besides, he should give room for the parents to mourn their loss. All in all, this was the time to go. Rorik turned around and signalled for Munchlax and Staryu to follow him, but before he did, his eyes fell on the fainted Rattata who couldn’t flee along with the rest. If left there, who knows what the grieving Gourgeist would do to it in retaliation… A normal Trainer would probably try to capture it… Heh. I truly am pitiful. He couldn’t do it – not only did he care very little for rats, he didn’t know enough about bonds to welcome another creature into his party, let alone who he beat into unconsciousness. Furthermore, the gruesome image of the rodent devouring that unborn Pumpkaboo was one he could neither erase nor ignore. All in all, normal Trainers would try to capture it… but Rorik wanted nothing to do with the egg-eater. However, it didn’t mean he was heartless; reaching into the confines of his Bag once more, he pulled out an Oran Berry and left it in front of the knocked-out Pokémon. It’d probably welcome the little boost of energy to escape the nest when it regained its senses… A writer once said that the night was dark and full of terrors, and Rorik was inclined to agree – he’d already seen a share of them, and it wasn’t even particularly dark yet: the angry Gourgeist, the famished Rattata, the arrow… The arrow… He’d forgotten about it in the heat of battle, but now that it crossed his mind, he never did get around to clarifying the arrow’s mystery. What was worse – he still didn’t know how safe it was to roam the forest with an archer nearby. And yet, he and his team had to go somewhere… but where to?
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Mina feels similarly tranquil. It’s a peaceful place, fit for meditation and for yoga. She found a spot by one of the trees that surrounded the swamp, holding various poses there. She’s held her focus for awhile now, and is hoping to be able to levitate long enough by the end of the trip. Mina is in an Indian sit position, taking deep breaths with her eyes shut. She focuses on nothing but the cool breeze and the sound of rustling trees. By the second, she feels less of the ground below her, feeling lighter each time, as the wind and the rustle - and faint footsteps - seem to disappear altogether-- “Plup plup!” Chachi crashes into Mina, who falls to the ground face first. “Plup!” Chachi cheers, fins raised. Mina, still flat on the ground, growls. “I was already doing it!” “Pip plup!” Stop that for a sec! This place is great and also kinda weird! Mina heaves a sigh before she returns to her previous position. Although miffed, she calmly turns to Chachi. “I’m in the middle of my meditation.” “Plup plup!” But there’s so much to see! Contrast to his companions, Chachi is a lot more jumpy. He sees this trip as an adventure, eager to reach their destination, or whatever the outcome of this would be. He’s spent all their time here walking (or running) through the trees, waiting for something to happen. Something. Anything. Chachi continues to bother Mina, pushing her to explore with him. Mina, however, sits still (and fails to), refusing to budge. “Plup plup plup!” Come on, come on, come on! “Shhh, Chachi,” Latte says. “Let her meditate.” Chachi stomps his foot and storms off. “Plup!” Fine, do what you want! There's much exploring to do, and Chachi can't just sit around and wait. Latte took the both on this trip so they can bond. So far, they haven’t. She begins to wonder if this was a right choice. Maybe Celebi would help me out. Or not. Shaking off the worry about how Mina and Chachi’s camaraderie would work ever, she shuts her eyes and merely focuses on gentle rustle of the leaves.
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"Comin' right up!" Meowth grinned, drawing water from the nearby swamp to form his attack. He sent the blast of water at Combee, landing a direct hit, but by no means deterring the Bug/Flying-type. Indeed, her retaliation was swift as she landed a Bug Bite on Meowth's tail. "EEEOWWCH!" Meowth exclaimed, frantically shaking off the Tiny Bee Pokémon. This sent her hurtling towards a tree, but most impressively, some very timely wing flapping helped her to avoid impact. Even so, though, Keith could see that the battle was beginning to wear on the determined insect, dulling her reaction time. The advantage seemed to belong to them, or if it didn't, it soon would. Either way, Keith was unwilling to let up at this point. "Now! Use Icy Wind!" he ordered. "Youse needs ta chill out!" Meowth quipped, sending a frigid gust of wind Combee's way. This actually got the Bug/Flying-type tumbling to the ground, though she still got back up. And as this happened, Keith turned to check on Colin. "Keep it up, Colin!" Keith called encouragingly, for at that moment, two Combee had fallen, courtesy of the Yanmega's Air Slash. "You're doing great!" "Yan... ya..." panted Colin, tired but determined. Not unlike the female Combee Keith was facing, in fact, a train of thought which got his attention right back on the battle. Keith jumped a bit- the melitologist from before? She was now right next to Keith, remarking with great interest on the Combee's resolve and determination. Keith nodded his agreement. "Yeah... it's not often I see a Pokémon so full of fighting spirit," he agreed. Had Meowth looked back at his Trainer, he might have groaned audibly, considering the all-too-familiar gleam in Keith's eye at that moment. But he didn't- Combee was now using Gust, and Meowth couldn't afford to divert his attention from the fight for so much as a second. "Come on, Meowth!" Keith called encouragingly. "Fight back with Thunderbolt!" Meowth grinned, his charm sparking like a Pikachu's cheeks. But as he fired off a sizzling Thunderbolt attack, one of the males pushed the female out of the way, bravely intercepting the electric attack, and immediately fainting as a result. This coincided with Colin knocking out another Combee, which in turn was followed by the remaining males hauling stinger as far away from the Yanmega as their wings could carry them. Keith eyed the one remaining Combee who was still conscious. The female. The one who suddenly charged at Meowth, lashing out with yet another Endeavor. "Meowth!" Keith exclaimed, for this seemed to hit him very hard. "Gah..." Meowth panted, shakily climbing back to his feet. "How's dat... Combee... still conscious?!" he demanded. The melitologist seemed to be wondering the same thing, and Keith was pretty curious as well. But mostly he was impressed. The Combee had taken great damage. By all rights, enough damage to knock out an ordinary Combee. But this, as the melitologist so keenly observed, was clearly no ordinary Combee. "You did good, Meowth," Keith stated, as he dug his right hand into his backpack. "But I'll take over now." "Eh?" Meowth said, turning to look at Keith. "...Oh, no. No, no, no, youse can't be serious-" "That Combee is something special," Keith stated, grinning as Meowth reacted to the gleam in his eye. "I know I'd love working with a determined Pokémon like that." "Oy..." Meowth groaned, far too tired to seriously contemplate talking Keith out of this course of action. With his left hand, Keith turned his hat backwards, while he finally drew his right hand out of his backpack, only now it was clutching a turquoise-and-white ball, with a crisscrossed black pattern on the turquoise half- the first of the two he'd won at that new shop that opened recently. "Alright!" he declared, pressing the button to bring the Net Ball to its full size, before bringing his right arm back. "Go, Net Ball!" And with these words, he heaved the sphere directly at the severely weakened Combee. *Keith used Net Ball!* |
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((OOC: Thank you so much!!! uwu)) Silence. The sound of leaves rustling fades out all of a sudden. Latte opens her eyes, thinking maybe the wind stopped blowing for a bit. The canopy is gone. She now beholds a dark sky above her, and tree branches, as if the leaves wilted and were blown away. Latte quickly sits up and looks around. In front of her, the swamp is dry, like it was never there. Around her, the trees look withered, and she is only seated on a grassless earth, scorched and lifeless. Also, Mina isn’t there by the tree she was just meditating at. Even Chachi, who was making a futile attempt to drag the Meditite in his wanderings, isn’t present. Latte’s heart races in panic. She gets up and turns away from the now-dry swamp. “Chachi? Mina? Guys?” she calls out, fruitlessly. When she blinks, the scene returns to what it was. Confused, Latte looks around again: the greenery is back and the swamp is there again. Her eyes are fixated on the swamp. What just happened? Maybe it was a nightmare? But the swift transition was crystal clear, and she was standing there. Then again, she must have drifted off. It’s just a bad dream. Just a bad dream. A bad dream. A bad dream. A bad dream... “Piplup!” Chachi calls out from behind her, Mina’s hand grabbing his fin. Latte comes to, and turns to her Pokemon, relieved that they were back, but nonetheless bothered by the scene moments ago. Her Pokemon’s faces are etched with worry. “Y-you guys…” she whispers. “You seem out of sorts, Latte,” Mina says, concerned. “Are you alright?” “I…” Latte breathes in before closing her eyes for a bit, to see if this is all real. She focuses on the psithurism, waiting for it to fade. When it doesn’t, she opens her eyes. To her relief, nothing has changed. But in the corner of her eye, she sees something white perched on a tree. She turns to look at it, and gasps: it’s white and fox-like. What bothers her is its eyes, wide and red as blood, and Latte freezes in place, feeling as if the creature is staring right into her soul. She shuts her eyes abruptly, and the fox-like creature is gone. What’s going on? “Latte!” Mina shouts; she normally doesn’t, but there’s something off about her trainer, who’s usually alert. Latte gasps again, looking at the Meditite. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammers. “T-There was something and I--” “Piplup!” Chachi exclaims, pointing to paw prints on the ground. Latte bends down to observe them. They look fresh; whatever it was, was just there. Her eyes follow those footprints to the trees. “Guys…” she says, standing up. “Stay close to me. You know, just so you’re safe.” She says it nonchalantly, but the slight tremble in her voice can’t be missed. “Adventure?” Chachi’s eyes light up as he looks at the footprints. Mina lightly slaps him on his shoulder. “Hey! We’re here to look after Latte. This forest is no good. We need to find out what’s going on.” Chachi, remembering Latte’s weird behavior, sighs, then shrugs. “Still an adventure.” However, he goes up to Latte and reaches his fin to her hand. Latte looks to Chachi, still looking worried. “Thanks Chachi.” She then turns to Mina. “Thank you too Mina.” Mina nods in response, and moves to Latte’s side opposite Chachi. With Latte following the direction of the footprints, and Chachi and Mina constantly looking around for anything that might transpire, the trio cautiously walk toward the trees, their environment increasingly darkening the farther they get from the swamp.
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