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Adopting this boy. Pokeball (6/10). Payment.
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It was one thing to be missed in the initial skirmish. One thing to be missed in the second round. But the 69 who remained were beginning to feel the Summer heat, when they had been abandoned since the Spring - how many times would they be passed over? Even one time is one too many for some hearts, but to watch with desperate longing as trainers pass by your cage, over and over and over.... The waves of trainers were becoming smaller. Less and less people were visiting the AC. The fear of being left behind was setting in; for some, it meant anger. For some, stress. For some, a sadness that could not be placated. All this emotion meant the environment felt tense and uneasy, and to work with these Pokemon was often a difficult task, to say the least. The fight between Shroomish and Oddish was likely one of many that Tate had to break up that day - the poor, wandering grass-type merely wished for respite from the heat, only to find herself on the defensive for such an innocent desire. Still, even being removed from her apparent objective, the Oddish rests easily and comfortably in Tate's hands - an oasis of calm in a storm of temperamental Pokemon. The earthy, calming aroma of its foliage, which compelled the manager to inhale - the way the Pokemon rested so perfectly, so sweetly in their lap - it seemed meant to be. Tate can hear the giggling of a pair of attendants some distance away. Though one can't be sure, it's entirely possible that Tate was observed mid-sniff. Hopefully, if this was the case, the staff would at least be tasteful enough not to make the inevitable "Weed Pokemon" joke... but given that they, too, have taken on their share of stress, it might be best not to hold it against them. Adoption of Lv. 01 (F) Oddish confirmed. |
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06-14-2017, 06:07 PM | #231 |
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Yet another man entered the New Fizz City Adoption Centre that day, but not quite like all the others. By his strut and his smile, it was easy to see he knew exactly what he'd come for, like he'd planned this moment well in advance. And he had, ten years prior. "That one, if you'd be so kind." He ran a hand through his light blonde hair, adjusted his glasses and hummed a merry little melody as he waited, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter. One would never guess he was a fugitive, by the laidback demeanour and apparent lack of hurry; one could say he had all the time in the world, and in a way, he did - he'd covered his tracks to perfection, and it would take the Heimlan Army a very long time to pinpoint his location again. Who knows? When next we cross paths, it might well be because I sought them out. A few minutes later, the clerk returned with the requested Pokémon. When the man laid eyes upon it, he smiled earnestly - there was no mistaking it, that was indeed the one he'd taken precautions to be returned to him when the time came. "We meet again, dear friend. Thank you for waiting so long... a decade, was it not?" The Snover jumped up in joy, still young and full of energy. After all, what were a mere ten years to a tree? "Well, this is the beginning you know. Today we lay the seeds for a new world order." After concluding the deal, the man left with his new - or rather, reunited - partner by his side, scattering delicate snowflakes as it walked. Fizzytopia and Heiml might not realize it yet, and not for a long time, but this was the day Wolfgang Lauther began his ascension. ----- OoC: Adopting Level 1 Male Snover, putting it in a PokéBall for now. Payment=$30. Thank you! ^^
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It seemed to be a recurring thing lately, for the staff to see strange people. Today was proving to be no exception.
At first glance, saying the man walking in off the streets looked misplaced in time would be an understatement. A walking anachronism, he was dressed in a billowy linen shirt and waistcoat with medieval breeches on bottom. Atop his wavy, blond hair, a wide-brimmed feathered hat perched, angled forward to cast his bright amber eyes in shadow. Off his right shoulder, a forest green cape hanged limp, but what was perhaps the most eye-catching was the beautiful lute strapped to the man's back. "So, this is the famed Adoption Centre," the man said aloud, more to himself than anyone else, as he cast his gaze around the quaint establishment. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him, as he continued to say with a smile, "Well, it lives up to its reputation." He strolled further into the store, keeping care not to stray too close to the various pens or enclosures of hopeful Pokémon. While he wasn't excluding the possibility, there was every likelihood he wouldn't adopt today, having the initial goal of just looking around and seeing what the buzz was about. Still, from his distance he could see glimpses of some of the lost souls trapped for the moment in this restless purgatory. His fingers itched at each long face or sad expression, longing to strum out an uplifting melody on his lute or other of the instruments hidden on his person. He only just refrained, mostly out of curtesy for the staff, who he couldn't imagine would appreciate random strangers serenading in the store - even at his caliber and level of expertise. Perhaps it was this urge that drew him out to the Grass-type enclosure. A largely wooded paddock, it brought to mind the generic wilderness he'd called home for much of his life. If he couldn't play, he could at least have that small comfort. He breathed in, inhaling the mix of bark and grass and wildlife that was so lacking in the cities he'd recently found himself in. He moved closer, leaning against the enclosure fence as he watched the Pokémon. Off in the distance a trio of Shroomish ganged up on a Foongus to steal shade, and further out in a sandier area a trio of Maractus swayed in a slow dance. The man smiled as the Foongus held its ground, when a blink of pink caught the corner of his eye. The man turned, spotting a small nest near the fence. Upon first look, he thought it held Pokémon eggs. When one twitched and turned itself, the man realized two things. First, he was technically correct in thinking the nest held Pokémon eggs. Second, that was quite possibly the most frustrated looking Exeggcute he'd ever seen - and he'd seen his own after Malcolm's nth attempt at eating them. Crouching down, the man rested his arms on one of the wooden slats of the fence. "What seems to be the matter, o' outraged ovum?" The Exeggcute gave a little nod towards the building, glaring all the while. The man hadn't the foggiest if that meant some mistreatment by the staff or just general displeasure at still being in the company of this adoption centre. Given the demeanors of the other Pokémon he'd seen, he assumed the later was in part correct and hoped he was right. "Not," he began, "to imply your vexations are false or otherwise unwarranted, by any means, but..." he paused, considering his words, "mayhaps you're abandoning hope too quickly?" If the idea hadn't already been circling in his mind, the look of sheer "Are you kidding me?" the Exeggcute gave would have conjured it all on its own. "No, I suppose you're right," he mumbled absentmindedly as he fleshed out his plan. "Generally, most do tend towards the contents of eggs rather than the eggs as a finished product." Blinking at the sudden glare sent his way, the man's mind caught up with his mouth. He blanched for a moment, his mind scrambled to respond, when the perfect follow-up to his accidentally insensitive comment hit like lightning. Not for the first time, he felt grateful to be as brilliant a wordsmith as he was a musician. "I daresay, then, that it's a good thing I'm a bit silly myself." He stood and bowed with a flourish, action and words both surprising the Exeggcute. "Varis Marivaldi, roamer of roads untraveled, maker of musical masterpieces, pursuer of... well, the last isn't really relevant in this instance." Varis straightened with a sly grin. "Nonetheless, Varis Marivaldi, at your service. If, of course, you'd care to join my travelling troupe of troublemakers. We'd be welcome to have you." For a long moment, the Exeggcute stared blankly at him, a mixture of genuine shock and careful consideration masking her thoughts from the minstrel. Soon enough, the moment passed, and to Varis' joy the Exeggcute gave a short nod of agreement. At the very least, she'd decided he was better than staying here for the undetermined length of time, and he could live with that. "Excellent," Varis grinned. "May I?" he then asked, reaching down into the enclosure. At the Exeggcute's second nod, he gently lifted the nest into his arms. "Then let's go fill out the necessary paperwork." _________________ Paying $30 to adopt this Lv. 1 (F) Exeggcute and placing her in a Pokeball, thank you! |
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The Adoption Center. A mixture of all sorts of Pokémon wound up finding their way there. Some were abandoned by their Trainers. Some were merely dropped off by Trainers who knew they couldn't continue to give them the care they deserved, in the hopes that they might find a better life. And some... some were merely separated from their rightful Trainers by sheer bad luck, and were waiting on said Trainer to return.
How to tell such Pokémon apart from the others? Well, generally, they tend to act especially antisocial towards prospective adopters. Not out of any sort of dislike, but due to a desire to only be adopted by one specific person, whenever that person would find their way to the Adoption Center. Unfortunately, it becomes difficult to discern such Pokémon from Pokémon that are simply antisocial for other reasons, like a Yanma who has so little control over the shockwaves his wings produce that he stays isolated for the sake of everyone else's safety. In the case of one Maractus, however, exactly what his deal was became as clear as a Yanma's wing one fateful day. This Maractus's story? Recovered off of a sinking ship that was en route to Fizzytopia from Orre. With the shattered remnants of a Poké Ball all around him, and no sign of a human still on board, the Grass-type was assumed to be released, abandoned, and as such was pitied. And yet, the Maractus showed no signs of abuse, no signs of ill treatment. On the contrary, he was found to be in remarkable health, even knowing the Secret Power attack, suggesting the Trainer had put some effort into raising him. He seemed fine, well-adjusted, content, patient... until Trainers started coming in and looking at him. Then he would turn aggressive. Any attempts to pet him were met with a Spiky Shield. Any attempts to talk to him were met with the silent treatment, with a side order of Cotton Guard for good measure. Any attempts to offer the Maractus a spot on one's team? Met with a blast of Secret Power. Visitors very quickly learned to leave this Maractus the hell alone. And Maractus was just fine with that. Any of his fellow prospective adoptees who dared ask about his behavior were met with the same answer. "I'm waiting for someone." And today, that someone arrived. The employee behind the counter glanced at the man walking his way. "Can I help you?" he asked. The man gave a smirk, eyeing the employee from behind his head of spiky blond hair. "I sure fucking hope so," he responded, idly playing with the Shiny Charm he wore around his neck. "I'm looking for a Maractus." "Well, we got several of those in here," nodded the employee. "Shall I show you to the-" "Looking for one in particular," interrupted the man. "This one would know how to use Secret Power." "Wh- wait, that one?" the employee asked incredulously. "Sir, I don't know if you're aware, but the Maractus you speak of has earned himself, ah... a reputation of sorts around here-" The man chuckled. "I'll bet," he agreed. "Lemme guess- all calm and chill normally, but turns up the aggression when someone comes in to look at him?" The employee stared. "How do you know?" he asked. "Call it an educated guess," smirked the man. "Now, you gonna show me to the fucking Maractus?" "I don't like your language, sir," the employee frowned. "Nor I your face," retorted the man. "But that's neither here nor there." As he spoke, he lazily dug 50 out of his wallet, clutching the wad of cash in his left hand. "This'll cover it, what with the TM move, yeah?" "...Yeah, it'll cover it," replied the employee. He led the man off towards the cage where this particular Maractus was being kept. Maybe once he saw how aggressive the Maractus acted, he'd change his tune... The man's smirk turned to a genuine grin as he approached the cage. A thick layer of Cotton Guard was obscuring the occupant's identity, but this seemed not to bother this man. He dug something out of his pocket, an odd grey device. A P*DA, the employee realized- the Orre region's answer to the Pokédex. The P*DA opened up, and as this man aimed it at the wall of cotton, an image of a Maractus showed up on screen. "Maractus, the Cactus Pokémon. Type: Grass. Uses an up-tempo song and dance to drive away bird Pokémon trying to prey on its flower seeds. Resides in arid regions," droned the P*DA. "Rrrractus," came a growl from behind the cotton. At this, however, the man simply chuckled. "Yeah, you can drop the act, Miror. It's me." "Marac?" came a hopeful response from behind the cotton. The Grass-type hopped around the wall, and his eyes lit up as he spotted the blond man smiling at him. "Marac! Maractus!" he cheered. "Hey, wait-" the employee began, but the man opened up the cage. However, this merely prompted the Maractus to jump into the man's arms for a hug. He didn't even run afoul of the spikes. The employee was floored. "Heh. It is fucking good to see you again, Miror," grinned the man. "Damn shipwreck, am I right?" "Marac, Maractus," nodded the Maractus, evidently named Miror. "...Um, sir-" began the employee. "Yeah, yeah, the fucking money," nodded the man, thrusting the wad of cash his way. "And I take it his ball broke, too, so yeah, got it covered," he stated, producing a Poké Ball from his bright red backpack. "Welcome home, dude," he grinned, tapping the Maractus with the ball. It sucked the Grass-type inside and clicked shut near instantaneously. "Wait a sec- sir?" said the employee, following the blond man as he headed towards the door. "Who are you?" As the man reached the door, he turned back to look at the employee. "The name's Gavin," he stated. "Gavin Golurkson. I'm a Shiny hunter from Orre, and thanks to that motherfucking shipwreck, I had to shell out 50 bucks just to get my starter back. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a whole region full of Shiny Pokémon out there. And soon enough, they're all gonna shine for me," he said with a grin. And on that note, Gavin exited the Adoption Center, Miror's Poké Ball in hand. OOC: Adopting the level 1 male Maractus with Secret Power, putting him in a regular Poké Ball (#1 of 50), naming him Miror, and declaring his Ability to be Storm Drain. Payment: 50 |
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The next day was Kawaii's birthday and she wanted to buy herself something special. She scanned the shelves of pokemon, pausing first at a fine young Spoink who looked happy go lucky, then at a shroomish who glared at her through the plexiglass of the cage. For some reason she passed on them both. Of course, she passed by the Girafrig cages to pet the nose of her favorite one and promise she would pick it up soon. Out of nowhere a loud crash came from behind her and she whipped around. An employee was dashing around after a blue streak before catching it in his cupped palms and walking back to a private room. The pinkette folowed curiously. When she reached the employee he was placing it in a container that he soon covered with a dark cloth. An artificial light glowed from inside the cloth. The female trainer addressed the worker, "Exscuse me. What's in that?"
He looked at her worriedly "A Flabebe with terrible power." he explained. Kawaii examined the tag on the container, 'FLABEBE (BLUE FLOWER) NO SPECIAL MOVES.' it read. She looked at him skeptically. He sighed "It's too cute, when it sees people it enchants them with it's adorible looks and then Vine Whips 'em. The only employee it does not do that to is Tate." The pinkette tilted her head "Why's that?" The employee shrugged "No one knows." Kawaii approched the container and heard crying "Poor thing, I'll take it!" The man's jaw dropped. -------- OoC: paying $30 for this little one and putting her in pokeball 04 of 10
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