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Post by Lee on May 29, 2007 14:43:22 GMT -5
OoC: Uwah! And army of pokemon!
BiC:
Zach shrugged, "Sure. I think, Huur, you ought to rest though. Gather up your strength for the next one, 'eh?" In truth he was worried that the double wring-out attack might have hurt Huur more than she would admit (in truth it had), and that was the only way he could think of getting her to not battle and not think that he was thinking she was too weak.
Which she wasn't. But that was besides the point. She nodded, grateful for the excuse to not fight without actually having to admit she was more than out of breath. < Good idea. Catch my breath. Yea. >
"'Kay Oakash, you need some training." Grabbing the pokeball that contained the mock tree pokemon, he released the rock type.
<Oh come on. Every time you let me out, I have to either walk, or battle. Don't I ever get to just be a tree?> Rustling his branches, he huffed in annoyance and set about being a tree. Truly, if he had to come out and battle, then he'd make it as difficult for Zach as he could. Normally Oakash wouldn't have, but he wasn't in a good mood right now. After all, spending hours on the same puzzle could drive anyone mad, and he'd had hours in that little contraption to spend doing puzzles.
Zach rubbed the back of his head guiltily, "Next time you can be a tree, 'kay? ...Uh, I think you get first turn, um...Snover."
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jun 17, 2007 14:42:34 GMT -5
"<Okay! That works for me!>" The snover grinned, jumping a bit. Then he stopped, putting his attempt-to-be-serious "game face" on. He raised his arms, his ability taking effect. The snow began to swirl around them, the snowflakes becoming more like hail stones. It didn't hurt the snover...but Oakash, and any other non-ice-types for that matter, would be a different story. He then grinned. "<I'm gonna start it all off with an Ice Shard!>"
He grabbed a bit of snow from the air, quickly turning it to ice. Then he hurled the shards into the air, causing the sparkling white-blue daggers to zoom forward at Oakash with incredible speed.
The shy snorunt hopped forward a bit, trying to get Zach's attention. "<Umm...um...excuse me?>" she squeaked, tugging shyly at his pant leg. "<I don't know...um...if it was a good idea to send out a rock-type against a snover. Um! I've...watched some battles...>"
The two sneasel also took the chance to make themselves known. One, a female, smirked at the snorunt. "<What? Can't talk to a trainer without stuttering? You'll never be much of a fighter if you can't muster up enough confidence in yourself to talk.>"
Her sparring partner, a male, nodded. "<Trainers don't bite, their Pokemon do. But this trainer doesn't look like he has very many Pokemon who can handle the environment - an aggron and a sudowoodo? Give me a break!>"
((...Gimme a break! Giiiimme a break! Break me off a piece of that KIT KAT BAR! *brick'd*))
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Post by Lee on Jun 20, 2007 19:21:46 GMT -5
Zach groaned, hugging his coat tighter to him. There weren't any rules saying he couldn't switch out, but Oakash could handle some more-maybe he'd even manage the snover. Maybe. Still, the hail wasn't going to do much for Zach. Belatedly realizing that said hail might hurt Brann, he returned the elekid to his pokeball before the baby pokemon could complain that he was adult enough to handle a little bit of snow. The electric type was only on level five after all.
"He can handle it. Can't you, Oakash?" Zach glanced down at the shy snorunt, wondering where all of the pokemon had come from.
<Well, I don't know...I AM a rock type you under-ZACH!> Nearly falling over from the force of the ice attack, the sudowoodo glared at his trainer, he had taken the oppurtunity to ask a question of the other pokemon. Which made him seem like a really bad trainer.
"You shouldn't laugh at her-And my pokemon are perfectly suitable. Really-Oh! Sorry! Um, use a low kick!" Blushing and turning his attention back to the battle, he began to calculate how much damage Singe would take. A good flamethrower should knock the snover out of the battle in one-two maximum- hits if Oakash could do some damage. Or maybe Oakash wouldn't...Still, the element was doing so before his fire-type got damaged by the snow that just happened to be everywhere. Lava did freeze, after all.
((...-joins in with the brick throwers- Mwahahaha. ...-dislikes the kit kat commercials very much- Because their tune always gets stuck in my head...
Thanks. Thanks alot.))
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jun 26, 2007 15:40:02 GMT -5
The snorunt smiled shyly at Zach as he defended her from the mean sneasel. <Th-thank you...>
Both dark pokemon flopped into the snow, glancing at the battle with feigned disinterest. The female leered at Zach. <Your rock types may not know the terrain, but your runty advisor doesn't know her type match ups. Rock type moves are super effective against ice types, doofus,> she sneered at the snorunt. <And they don't give a hoothoot about getting hit by ice type moves. It's ground types that have a problem with us freezing ones.>
<Oh!> the snorunt squeaked, and looked at the snow. <Well, um, well, never mind, I guess...>
<What's more,> the sneasel turned to her mate and cuffed his small triangular ear <we're weak against steel type moves and the steel types barely feel the cold, so don't insult the aggron quite so much, okay sweet pea?>
The male sneasel's head blurred for a second, as he turned to nip his mate's thin fingers. <Righty ho, darling,> he replied sarcastically.
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As all this was happening, Oakash slid into the snover, his leg pulling out the ice type's strudy limbs from underneath him. The force of the blow made the snover almost believe that his leg had been shattered. He fell over on the ground, and rolled around for a few moments from the sheer pain. However, even as Oakash managed to get up and back a few feet the snover scrambled up, obviously favoring his most injured leg.
<That 'twasn't nice,> he groaned, his cheery playfulness almost done for. He waved his long arms and several of the hailstones pelting from the air elongated to become deadly shards that zoomed at Oakash.
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Post by Lee on Oct 2, 2007 20:25:06 GMT -5
Zach was beginning to get confused. "Oh, can you guys be quiet? Please?" He never had been good at dealing with stress. It was what his friends were for, although, oddly enough, they usually ended up causing quite a great bit of it. Besides the fact he had started on the most difficult route (in his mind, what with the dark tunnel, underground city, and bitter temperatures), he hadn't been as stressed as when he was with Myra.
Shaking his head to clear it, he gave Oakash two instructions, hurriedly. He wasn't quite hopeful about the first one, but the second one...Well, it WAS a mountain side. "Oakash! Dodge, then Rock Slide!"
As Zach had predicted, his command came too late for Oakash to do much about the flying shards of deadly looking ice, besides what he did instinctivly-flinching. Luckily, his rock skin (Not wood, and therefore much harder) withstood the attack without killing him. Unluckily, it hurt quite a bit. Oakash and Zach both had a moment in which they wished rage was one of his attacks, because Oakash became positivly livid with rage, which added a nice touch to the mini-avalanche of rocks tumbling down torwards them.
Oakash wasn't too worried about the tumbling rocks-he was quite used to them, it being his attack and all, and he could avoid the most dangerous and the lesser ones didn't bother him. There was the slightly problem of Zach not being invincible and all, but the boy thought he was far enough over that he wouldn't be hurt by them. He hoped so though. It was cold enough up here he was sure he'd freeze before help got to him.
Oh. Wait. He had pokemon. He wouldn't freeze.
It would still be uncomfortable though.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jun 11, 2008 8:18:43 GMT -5
As the rumbling built around them the snover couldn't help but turn to peer up the slope. His eyes then widened, as the first large boulder crashed into him. And then the second rolled over him. And the third bounding its way down flattened one outstretched arm -- he blacked out from the repeated pain and injury, as more and more rocks cascaded down.
Finally, however, the flow of the mountainside slowed to a trickle of pebbles, and the snover slid down to be stopped at Oakash's rocky feet. Zach's pokedex binged to say that Oakash had defeated a level 55 Snover, and Oakash therefore gained three levels and was now level 53.
One of the sneasel -- the ear feather was slightly bigger, so it was probably the male, whistled. <Phwee! Now that is an attack.>
<Oh indeed,. agreed his mate, sagely. <So, we'll just mosey along, then. Thanks ever so much for the food. Bye!>
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Post by Lee on Jul 24, 2008 10:52:57 GMT -5
Zach blinked in surprise, "Wow. That was really amazing, Oakash." The Sudowoodoo didn't show that he appreciated the compliment, but he was quite happy with it. Happy enough that he didn't make some sarcastic remark, but rather politely asked to be returned to his pokemon. "Oh. Of course. Great job." Once Oakash was back in the pokeball, Zach looked around, but the only pokemon he could see was the retreating Sneasle-which confused him. Zach didn't battle everything that appeared in front of him after all, and he had no wish to capture one, or even both, of the sneasel. If he had, he'd have tried for both (for the mere reason he wouldn't be able to separate them and not feel guilty), but they were...well, he just didn't really like their attitude all that much.
The snorunt was still near him, and obviously the snover and jinx hadn't left yet. Zach felt guilty about just leaving them laying the snow, but he really, really didn't want either of them. If he had been forced to choose he would have chosen the snover over the jinx...but he didn't have to. "Um." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sniffed, the cold air having given him a chronic runny nose. "I don't know if you want to battle or not...But I was kind of hoping you wouldn't. Because...Well, I feel guilty about just leaving them laying here, actually. I was kind of hoping...well, that you'd watch over them until they regained consciousness, or something?"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Dec 13, 2008 16:04:40 GMT -5
<Uh,> the nervous snow gnome tap-danced from one foot to the next. <Well, you see --,>
He stopped. What was the problem, really? He didn't want to fight, or get captured. But then again, he didn't want recently fainted pokemon coming after him with vengeance on their minds. However, it was the right thing to do, and if he built himself a snow fort --
The black face grinned as visions of his hidden watch place filled him. In fact, it was a marvelous idea. "Okay! I'll do that. I promise. See you! Have a good journey!" He waved, jumping up and down in excitement.
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Post by Lee on Jan 2, 2009 1:18:45 GMT -5
"Thank you!" Rubbing a hand across his nose, which had begun to turn a lovely red shade, Zach hurried off before the little pokemon could change his mind, although he didn't seem in any danger of doing so. For once, Zach was feeling optimistic, despite recent adventures and the current cold. Not to mention the cold he could feel building in the back of his head.
Reaching down, he released a pokemon, the little zigzagoon he had adopted. "Hello there Tripod. Tell me if you get cold, but I thought you might enjoy a walk."
Tripod very nearly fell over in her excitement, "Zachy! I was so bored in there, I was just hoping that maybe you would let me out, do you think maybe I have some psychic in me? Maybe one of my great great great great great grand parents was an abra or something, is that possible? Do you think any zigzagoons fall in love with abras?" Somehow she managed to wag her tail and keep up with Zach's, although paced, still somewhat quick walk.
"Ahaha!" Feeling better than he had in a long while, Zach grinned. "Perhaps so, perhaps so. You know what? I think, after we manage to get this badge, we'll head back to the earlier routes. See if you can't manage to gain a hold on a badge, hm? Wouldn't that be a story to tell!"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 2, 2009 12:34:14 GMT -5
"That really would be something," a voice said behind Zach.
The voice belonged to a girl, who was coming up the trail. She was wearing short sleeves, and hat a clay stained apron over her clothes, and was carrying a jacket in one hand. The reason she wasn't actually wearing the jacket was because her face was red from the exertion of climbing the path. "Hi, sorry, I'm Cotta. I was wondering -- would you like a battle? I'm trying to train my pokemon."
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Post by Lee on Jan 2, 2009 14:44:44 GMT -5
Zach meeped, turning about quickly. "I didn't know you were there!" Letting the hand that had jumped up to his heart fall, he sighed in relief. At least it wasn't anything frightening, so long as she didn't turn out like Myra or anything. "Sure, why not?" Not all of his pokemon were too tired, anyways.
Tripod wriggled in excitement, "Ooh, this'll be fun! Can I pick your first pokemon Zachy? Please, please?"
Zach grimaced slightly-he didn't want to disappoint her, but he didn't know if it was wise to let her choose the first battler. "I'll let you try, but if I don't agree, I'm going to change it, okay?"
"Okay! How about...Singe?"
Zach looked about. There was the snow all over the place still, obviously. "I don't know...She'd melt all the snow, and then get wet." He wanted to use the slugma, truly, but he just didn't want to risk her health in these conditions.
"Oh...Well, you can always try Huur. I bet she'd like to battle!"
"I suppose...She should have rested enough." Holding Huur's pokeball in her hand, Zach nodded. "Okay then. Whenever you're ready."
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 2, 2009 16:07:25 GMT -5
"All right," Cotta grinned. "Potter, go!" She tossed a pokeball into the snow, and the white energy coalesced into a marowak. The pokemon shivered, and looked at Cotta reproachfully. "Don't give me that look," Cotta told the ground type. "Extreme environment training is good for you. It builds moral fiber."
<I can think of a few other things it builds,> Potter complained, getting into a ready stance, his bone held high above his head.
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Post by Lee on Jan 2, 2009 16:28:34 GMT -5
"Huur, your turn again!" Tossing the pokeball slightly Zach released the Aggron, taking a step back as she materialized in front of him.
"She's big!" Tripod bounced about, taking cover behind Zach's legs although she continued to watch from around him.
Stretching, Huur looked at her opponent, tossing her head. "This'll be fun." Placing her legs, Huur prepared to battle starting it off with a Metal Sound attack at Zach's say-so.
OoC: Ech. That was bad.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 2, 2009 16:49:15 GMT -5
Potter shivered as the sound reverberated in his skull. It actually vibrated his skull. <Cotta,> he grimaced. <Do something. This feels awful!>
"Focus," Cotta replied. "It's cold, and that sound is bad, but focus your energy into your attack, and ignore it."
Potter grittered his teeth, but began to count in his head. He imagined some internal force flowing through him like water, and sent his energy to each of his muscle groups. They relaxed and contracted in turn, until his body was perfectly poised and ready.
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Post by Lee on Jan 2, 2009 17:08:54 GMT -5
Zach knew that the Marowak was up to something, but he wasn't well-versed in the moves of that particular pokemon. Never had he owned one, and he'd rarely battled against them. "Iron Tail, Huur. See if you can't...distract him."
The Aggron took a couple of lumbering steps forward, before dropping heavily to all four feet and swinging herself around quickly, sending a stiffened tail towards her opponent. Oddly enough she didn't have a comment for the other pokemon, perhaps because her attention was on keeping herself orientated as she executed the attack.
<This is so exciting! I want to be the as strong as them!> Tripod chattered on in excitement, her entire body continuing to wiggle as she watched the battle.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 3, 2009 20:38:41 GMT -5
Potter was so busy concentrating that the first thing he noticed was getting bashed in the side by what felt like a lamp post. He staggered back, or tried to, but Hurr's tail had hit him so hard that he was trying to stagger through air. Then the freezing cold of a snowbank jumped around him, and Potter suddenly could only see white. Yikes, it was cold!
"Potter, get out of there!" Cotta screamed, knowing that the cold was going to do it for her marowak faster than any attacks Hurr could launch. Luckily he was a ground type, and aggron were at a double disadvantage against Potter's speciality. "Bone Rush!"
The snow bank exploded, as the stock dinosaur charged his femur held in his right hand like a lance, pointed straight for Hurr's armored chest.
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Post by Lee on Jan 3, 2009 20:47:46 GMT -5
"Wuh-oh. Dodge it!" Zach frowned, having hoped that the one attack would be enough to knock the Marowak out. Foolish thinking of course-nothing that weak would be battling against his Aggron for a long, long time. Possibly ever.
Tripod looked up at him in confusion, <Wha? Why she need to dodge?>
Huur, though a powerful pokemon, was also a slow pokemon. Rearing up to her hind legs she was able to protect her chest from the attack, at the cost of submitting her stomach to it. Neither location was particularly armored against such an attack, and it literally knocked Huur's breath out, nearly toppling her onto her back. Only her massive tail kept her from doing that, although she did tumble back to all four feet. However, she was stubborn, and shaking her head refused to give up. Yet.
Deciding that he would let Huur take only one more hit before he recalled her-and hoping she could handle even that-he gave her more directions. "Headbutt, Huur!" Strategy-who needed it? Brute force could often save the day.
<Go Huur!> Tripod wriggled some more, taking on the role of a sideline cheerleader.
"Ugh..." With no clear understanding of whether the reply was to the attack she had just suffered or Tripod's antics, Huur charged forward with her head lowered, taking advantage of already having fallen to all four.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 3, 2009 21:37:15 GMT -5
"What!" Cotta yelped, not having thought that the strong pokemon had the defense to stand up to the blow delivered by her strong ground type.
Potter's reaction was a little less coherent. Hurr's horns knocked his calcite weapon to the side within seconds. It was three seconds before her head properly hit his leathery hide, lifted him, and sent him flying into the snowy mountainside. The impact was cold, and a rock crunched into his back. The marowak rose, but the snow was up to his tan hips, and it was only a few steps before the pain in his back was coupled with his slowing blood, and he realized that his organic weapon had a crack, and was about to shatter.
The world tilted, and he collapsed in the snow.
"Potter, return! Go! Kiln!" Cotta yelled, tossing out her second pokeball. The pokemon that appeared yawned lazily, and blinked up at her.
<'S a little cold, don'tcha think?> a tiny sandshrew asked.
"Training, Kiln, this is training, remember? Jeesh, I hope Glaze isn't this stubborn."
<'M not being stubborn. Jus' tired 'sall. Whoa! I ain't gotta fight this giant, do I?> the sandshrew blinked.
((Congratulations Hurr has defeated a level 53 marowak Hurr gains 1/2 a level Hurr is now level 55 1/2))
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Post by Lee on Jan 3, 2009 22:19:03 GMT -5
While he was all glad that Huur had triumphed over the marowak, he was seriously worried that the sandshrew would take her down. Even worse than that though, would be the blow to her self-esteem it would cause. It didn't look like she was willing to give up though, and he doubted the same trick he had used earlier would work again, so soon.
<Well, c'mon Zach. Be a trainer and tell me what to do!> Frankly, Huur was feeling slightly nauseated, and didn't feel like she wanted to do the thinking that would be required to attack on her own. She refused to show it on the outside, but she still hadn't caught her breath.
"Oh, right. How about another headbutt?" Well. There was no getting around it-Huur was going to lose a battle eventually. It was only a matter of time, and although her ego would bruise from losing to a sandshrew, he could always puff her up by complimenting her on beating that marowak.
Huur was moving slowly, but surely, in a headbutt attack. Tripod, watching with wide eyes, simply knew that it would be easy for the sandshrew to dodge it. She could have dodged it, and she had three legs!
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jan 4, 2009 15:49:56 GMT -5
"Alright, let's show her why your name is Kiln!" Cotta grinned. "Hidden power!"
The small shrew pokemon blinked heavily, and then opened his eyes a little wider. A yawn escaped his lips without a polite paw moving to cover it. The thrumming of Hurr's bulk was making the ground shake, and not to put it too delicately, the lighter pokemon was bouncing where he sat on the roadway. <Um, shouldn't I get out of the way firs--,>
Hurr's blunt nose horn caught the little fellow in the chest, and rammed him back along the ground, where he skidded and bounced. <Owowowowowowow! Rug burn!> the tiny rodent pokemon gasped, grasping onto the steel horn. Fear of being trampled under the plate sized feet caused him to grab a hold of the horn with his fore legs, while his hindquarters and tail bumped and rubbed against the frozen gravel of the path.
Kiln's paws slipped as he yelled, and the small pokemon fell, coming out under Hurr, and falling behind, as the aggron ran over him. The sandshrew got up on two legs, and brushed the raw spots on his tail, wincing. He yawned again. <That was unpleasant. Oh, right, attack.>
His eyes glowed white, and then he took a deep breath, and a small stream of fire shot out of his mouth, heading for Hurr.
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