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Post by Ninetales on Aug 11, 2007 15:20:36 GMT -5
William Hamlet nodded his head and he unclipped the pokeball on his belt. "Okay... here we go." Last night he had found one other thing... Jack like to chase balls and most likely if that was any indication, a frisbee.
The moment the Zigzagoon was out of his Pokeball and on the floor he began to move in a zigzag manner investigating the room while William stayed half in and out of his seat... just in case the Pokemon began to move towards something that could be dangerous to one's health, he hopped that the professor wouldn't mind if he would bolt from his seat if needed.
"Jack come back... You shouldn't get too close to the professor's feet." He yelped, only to realized halfway through his outburst, that the Pokemon had zag away from the professor making him feel like a fool for yelling in class. So to prevent anything else he got out of his seat and picked up Jack as he sniffed one of the lower shelves which held text books of some kind before returning to his seat and putting the Pokemon on his desk. He bowed his head in a apologetic way. Realizing that Jack could have been on of the three year olds that the professor didn't want out, it was the first day in class and he felt that it had damaged his standing in the teacher's eyes.
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Post by Jason-Kun on Aug 11, 2007 15:48:38 GMT -5
Mew raised his hand shyly. "Professor isn't it true that pokemon should b e able to feel comfort with humans and should feel loved?"he asked. Grabbers sleek purple form slipped onto the floor. Spotting Alex's notebook, the small pokemon scurried towards her, grabbing at the notebook. Mew let out a small sigh, croughing to the floor. Pulling himself slowly towards Grabber, he tried to get him away from Alex.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Aug 11, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -5
Wendy stared at Mew, suddenly realizing that the professor hadn't chastised anybody recently for talking out of turn. "Pokemon don't always need to feel comfort with humans. Pokemon function under different circumstances. They're completely different in their physical, mental, and emotional makeup from humans, so equating their form of 'love' and 'comfort' to ours is rather pointless. For example, in Li Jing, there are quite a few tauros who would rather be in a hostile, violent situation than a calm, homey one. They think it's too boring, and can't show off their skills. Pokemon generally are built for battle in all ways possible, and many of them are happiest in a battle." She shrugged. "They may be able to 'talk' now, but they aren't humans, and shouldn't be treated as such."
"<Sigh,>" Frederik the rattata muttered from Wendy's lap. She'd let him out right before she raised her hand, and he settled down under the desk. It was nice and dark there, and he could relax, away from the stress of the moving world. "<We're slaves, aren't we?>"
Wendy gave a "hmph", staring down at her rattata with a disgruntled air. "No. I never said you weren't equal, though our society certainly doesn't perceive you that way."
"<Figures,>" Frederik cut in with a resigned sigh.
"I was just saying that trainers often make the mistake of treating their Pokemon like humans, which could even be construed as insulting, and don't push them to battle naturally," Wendy scoffed, flipping her hair. She glanced at Professor Vervain with a small smile. "I lived in Li Jing, home to the highest leveled gym in Jenta. I've learned, from the failures of others, how hard it is to defeat something so well-rounded as a normal-type with only type matchups. What certain trainers seem to forget is how complicated battles are. It isn't quite so simple as type matchups and orders to attack. You need to train your Pokemon beforehand to make sure they're in peek condition - and not just wild battles. An acceptable training program would also include endurance training, weights, accuracy, and mental conditioning. In the battlefield, you have to also deal with placement, speed of attacks, environment, background noise, and distractions."
Frederik rolled his eyes, feeling a rather large sense of impending doom. Oh well, thought the rat. At least she doesn't live off of sugar. It's just the way the world works, I guess.
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Post by Pascal on Aug 11, 2007 17:41:58 GMT -5
Grinning for possibly the third time in this class, Elroy reached to latch on his tangerine-colored belt -which went perfectly with his lime green shirt and pants, accenting his similarly colored fish net that seemed to linger over any part of his outfit it pleased- extracting the snubull's pokeball. Freeing Vivian from her spherical 'home', the pokemon turned to take in every corner of the room, surveying for signs of trouble.
"Coast cleer, Vivian?", Elroy asked, somehow both an order and a tired sigh.
<Oui, Monsieur Guischard. Rogue aipom at 8 o'clock. I cannot confirm, but he appears to be a kleptomaniac. I await your command.>, the snubull replied, her French less than perfect. He was trying to teach her a few terms here and there so that he may speak in his native tongue more often. It would also give the duo an edge in battle. Smiling sweetly, he patted Vivian on the head, knowing that she did not approve. <Sir, I thought we had reached an agreement to refrain from unnecessary contact.>, the snubull growled, low enough so only her trainer could hear.
"Best too keep op ayppeerencess", he bent down to whisper, picking the pokemon up to set her on his desk. "Do you want to walk around...or...?"
<I am fine, sir.>, Vivian replied, voice apathetic and distant. Elroy both respected and hated that about her. She was often so strict about discipline and whatnot, that she forgot to be sweet or cute. The teen chuckled to himself as William shouted at his zigzagoon. Jack seemed faster than his trainer, both in mind and body, Elroy was sure.
The pink idget couldn't keep his mouth shut...
Mouthing his classmate's words silently, Elroy braced his head with an elbow on his desk. Rolling his eyes as Wendy spoke, Elroy questioned throwing his pen at her head.
Vivian might bee 'appier weeth that robut.
He prayed Professor Vervain would actually start teaching rather than dealing with matters of common sense.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 11, 2007 18:28:45 GMT -5
"Yes, Miss Chang," Professor Vervain nodded, "however, given human history with pokemon -- and the basics of human nature -- often it's perceived as better to treat pokemon as you would ideally treat humans. We tend to forget, otherwise, that pokemon have more uses than those of war machines. True, the last century has seen a gradual shift in policy. More people are becoming trainers, pokemon abuse is now legislated against, psychics are no longer burned at the stake, nor are the laws so limiting that only a few jobs are open to certain types of people. We are, after centuries of what might be termed social insanity, finding a balance within our world," he scrutinized every new student.
"Team Rocket, now. I know you've been taught since you were little kids that they are bad evil people and you shouldn't join them, and so on and so forth. Have you ever thought to question why? Oh, yes, it's bad to steal pokemon, and perform experiments upon them and all that -- but only forty years ago it was legal to perform animal experimentation. The cosmetics Miss Chang is wearing are available today because of it. The newest pokeball technology has improved because of it. Pokemon behavioral studies wouldn't be so advanced if scientists hadn't prodded and poked and tested pokemon against all conditions. So, why do we consider it wrong today to do what our parents and grandparents were able to do years ago? Look at all the progress that has been made for human civilization thanks to cruel and inhumane practices. The reason is that we have progressed. People who want powerful pokemon, will steal rather than earn, who claim to want to progress technology and human civilization, they want to go back in time. They want progress to regress."
Arielle raised her hand, a mere movement to grab attention. She loved seminar classes. "Sir, all due respect, but how does that tie into Miss Chang's comment about how we should treat pokemon."
"Good point," Professor Vervain cleared his throat. "And Miss Corsi, this is another reason I eschew a syllabus. But to my point: Is it right to treat pokemon as though they were little humans with fur? No. But the alternative that we have practiced as a species, is much worse. We tend to gloss over the depravities of history, and just sugar coat things, telling you that this is right, and that is wrong, and it's all simple black and white. It rarely is. Therefore, Miss Chang, it is better to err on the side of near saccharine devotion."
He turned to Mew. "Simply put, Mr. Denal, pokemon "shouldn't" feel anything. To try to generalize an emotion for an entire set of species is ludicrous. Some want to be loved. Others hate humans and human emotions with a detached passion, and believe we're all quite disgusting. It's all down to the individual. Just coming to an understanding is often times the best you can hope for --,"
The bell rung, interrupting his monologue.
"All right, Gonzalez and Dimpsi decided to sleep in, it seems," Vervain said, turning to his desk and pulling out a bullseye target, and a box of pokeballs. "Since we'll be going on a field trip tomorrow -- don't miss the boat -- I need to be certain that you know how to catch pokemon. Now see the pokeball? See the little button in the center? You need to be able to throw it so that the button hits the target, which will open the pokeball and activate the energy transfers. So, pass the box, pick a pokeball, and throw. If you're good you'll be able to hit the bullseye," the bullseye moved to balance on the eraser tray attached to the black board. "If you have no aim this will be a longer class, and you'll need to go down to the gym to practice."
Arielle, seated at the farthest end of the classroom, got the box, and picked out on of the red and white spheres before passing the box along. She stood up confidently. This was child's play, after all. She had been throwing pokeballs since the first grade. The bullseye was at an angle from where she was, but that meant that it would look slightly more difficult. She tossed her practice pokeball with ease. It spun through the air, the gray button impacted on the black center ring of the bullseye. The pokeball popped open and fell to the ground, with nothing to suck up energy wise. Ari smirked smugly to herself, and sat down.
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Post by Jason-Kun on Aug 11, 2007 18:44:36 GMT -5
Mew stared calmly. Coming up front, he tossed the pokeball. It fell short of the bullseye and fell to the ground. Sniffling, Mew put the ball back up. "I really don't like this way of capturing pokemon. Can't we just press the button and point the pokeball at whatever pokemon we are aiming to catch?"he asked, watching Grabber grab at the notebook.
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Post by Pascal on Aug 11, 2007 18:55:21 GMT -5
Both Elroy and Vivian focused in on Professor Vervain, and for that moment one could swear that they shared the same brain. Elroy found the professor's speech informative, and...maybe a little more than what he would have expected from the man. Vivian would have described it as "An informative dialog that can be utilized to better current situations" or some other rubbish. The Level One wondered if he could ever get her to loosen up.
Deciding that he didn't wish to wait, Elroy reached over and plucked a pokeball from the box that lay on William's ((he is the closest to Ari, right?)) desk, standing to aim the sphere. He had always been horrible at such things. Elroy's old archery instructor would agree to that. Wait, he and Vivian were supposed to be a team. Why not show a little teamwork?
"Vivianne, cood yoo 'op on my shoaldur? I need 'elp with my aim.", Elroy questioned, the snubull running up his outstretched arm to stand watch on his shoulder.
<Left, right, back left, more, mor--stop. Straight ahead. Toss it.>, Vivian directed, resulting in a bullseye for the French teen. The ball opened as it would, falling hollow to the ground, just like Ari's.
"Weigh too goe, Vivianne.", Elroy congratulated the Normal-type, her direction just as much a part of his success. Taking his seat once more, he wondered if Vervain would have anything else to say.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 11, 2007 19:12:55 GMT -5
"Well, Mr. Denal, you can try that. It occasionally works on fainted slakoth," Professor Vervain told Mew dryly. "However a pokeball is at the most effective when the energy transfers are close to what they're trying to transfer. Don't worry, the gymnasium is out there in the wind and rain to teach you how to throw. If you're having difficulties, Mr. Denal, follow Mr. Guischard's inventive example. Aipom are known for their aiming and throwing abilities, so you rather lucked out when the starters were handed around."
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Post by Ninetales on Aug 11, 2007 19:58:25 GMT -5
William had to raise the box above his head as Jack almost jumped into the box thinking that they were balls until he saw the others throwing and realized his eagerness at chasing the balls would have been more trouble then he thought before hand.
William passed the box on after Mr. Guischard took a ball out of the box, he didn't mind, after all there was no set way. He then took a pokeball from the box and looked at the target. he smiled as he hand tightened it's grip on the small metal sphere. he couldn't help but smile, he could mentally picture a small caterpi on the bulls eye and he needed to catch it for one of his cousins who was visiting his home for a week. He had found when practicing for him to create little mental scenarios. He raised his hand and with the precision of a trainer that had battled and caught Pokemon for three years he tossed the pokeball which hit right in the middle, popping open, he only looked at Jack who was watching on the table of the desk.
<You aren't going to have me battle are you? I don't like battles, someone always gets hurt.> Jack only got a reassured pat on the head by William as his answer to his question. William however, knew that as he had said, it takes all kind of Pokemon to make this world.
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 11, 2007 20:30:12 GMT -5
"Hey, don't touch my notebook, I need that!" Alex says telepathicaly to the pokemon, and pulls the notebook out of Grabber's reach. She then nods, and removes her pokeball, and releases her Jigglypuff.
<Wow, not much of a crowd here,> The Jigglypuff says.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 11, 2007 20:35:49 GMT -5
"Right, so, Denal will need to practice, or have Grabber capture for him," Professor Vervain checked off on a cheet. "Guischard has already compensated, but will need to work on his aim if his personal starter doesn't have Vivian's aim. Corsi is competent, Hamlet is competent, Carpathia," he tossed her a pokeball, "let's see what you can do."
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 11, 2007 20:44:30 GMT -5
Alex catches the pokeball, and glances at the target. She had some training when it came to catching, so she knew the basics. She reaches back, and throws the pokeball as best as she can, also using the tactic of imagining that a pokemon is where the target is now, and hits it with percision, and it hits the target, bursting open like before.
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Post by Lee on Aug 12, 2007 9:43:12 GMT -5
It was at this point that Carolyn finally appeared, pushing the door open with a panting breath. In her arms was a rather bulky towel that was somewhat damp, but not to the point of dripping on the floor, and it didn't seem likely to get there any time soon. The front of the pale green shirt and darker green skirt she had worn were wetter than the towel, as a matter of fact. "I'm sorry...Professor. Bear got...covered in honey." It was certainly more complicated than that, since Bear had snuck out of her dormitory room, found the kitchen, a jar of honey and tried to dip his hand in it. Teddiursa did that, after all, because honey was their favorite food. The fact that his paw didn't taste like honey was a horrible horrible state to be in. The only problem was that he was slightly...rounder than a normal Teddiursa and had slightly shorter arms, and therefore when he went to dip his hand in the jar, he ended up tipping it all over him. Which was around the time Carolyn found him. Of course, the cooks in the kitchen had made her clean up the mess, then she'd had to get Bear cleaned up-although she had let him keep one paw covered in honey, which she guessed was still in his mouth underneath the towel, and then she'd run to class. He'd still been wet at the time, so she hadn't gotten rid of the towel, or put him back in his pokeball.
Bear didn't really see why being covered in honey had been such a bad state to be in, but at least /this/ trainer-to-be didn't try and tell him he was a silly Jigglypuff and keep him away from honey-not that any of those cases had been successful, anyways. He'd always gotten his honey, although he usually didn't end up covered in it. That only happened sometimes. Sneaking away on the first day was defiantly a plus though, since the students rarely expected their pokemon to disappear out of the dorm rooms. He'd have to keep that in mind, although he wasn't sure how much trouble he would put this Carolyn through. As had been mentioned before, she didn't try to convince him he was a Jigglypuff, when he obviously wasn't.
((Sorry for my absence. Our internet company thought we hadn't paid our bill and cut our signal. When they finally got it back on, I only got to play for about five minutes before I had to leave for band, and then I went straight to a friends house. I just now got back on.))
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Post by Jason-Kun on Aug 12, 2007 11:27:34 GMT -5
Mew blinked sadly at the professor. Scooping Grabebr into his hands, he gave the pokemon a smile grin. "Sorry about that, Grabber has a thing for grabbing at stuff that isn't his." he told Alex calmly. Redirecting his voice to Grabber, he smiled. "That wasn't cool, although it was funny. Next time ask before you try to take."he murmured.
"<That isn't fun at all. I like taking stuff without asking." Grabber murmured, noticing another student walk in the room. Seeing the lumpy towel, Grabber ran towards her, hoping to snatch it up. Mew shook his head calmly, climbing up off the floor. Picking up the pokeball that hadn't opened, he tossed it one more, adding in more force. It hit but the reaction wasn't a good one. Instead of opening, the glass pokeball shattered into peaces.
"Professor I think I'll do that training in the gym after all. It seams too soft and you get no reaction. Yet if the ball is thrown too hard it breaks. I'll have to remember that."he said calmly, waving at Grabber to come over to him.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 12, 2007 13:42:32 GMT -5
((Pokeballs are made out of steel or plastic. No one but an idiot would carry glass around and throw it at things in a wilderness setting.))
Professor Vervain sighed at the ineptness. Oh well. "Right, then. Gonzalez? Right? Like Speedy? Let's see you throw a pokeball then. This should be the easiest part of the class," he tossed a pokeball at Carolyn. "Mr. Denal you may head down to the gym to practice any time after class has ended. In the mean time, while Miss Gonzalez throws, everyone should find a partner."
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Post by Pascal on Aug 12, 2007 14:12:21 GMT -5
((*passes up chance for reverse 'glass houses-stones' pun.*))
Paying the various hurlers no mind, and only nodding and his name and mention, Elroy was completely and utterly bored. He thought he knew the word once, but his definition was now something entirely different, a near death experience. Deciding against convincing Vivian that Grabber had stolen from, the trainer looked down at the pokemon possessing a face like that of a bull dog. Of course, that was an insult to the soldier Elroy was lucky enough to train.
"Soe, Vivianne, whot doo yoo make 'ove thee competitione?", the Level One asked, wondering if the snubull considered the majority of the others as hopeless as he did.
<After surveying the competition extensively, I believe my report will prove helpful to our cause, Commander.>, Vivian droned, eyes impassive and strict, <Hamlet proves to possess decent knowledge of pokemon, but his zigzagoon proves to be quite unaware and even less disciplined. Chang appears to have retained a vast amount of intelligence, and will likely be our greatest threat. Denal proves to be well below average. We will shoot him down at first chance. Corsi is adequate. The silent one is exactly what she appears to be. Is the provided intelligence sufficient?>
"Moore thane..aat eese.", Elroy replied, standing stiff as a statue, eyes constantly moving. The trainer chuckled quietly to himself, taking in Vivian's 'intelligence'. She was cold and efficient, so he was sure that her information was accurate and unbiased. Smiling, Elroy returned his gaze to the front of the class.
Partneurs?! Ooh....super!
Frowning to hold back a twitch, Elroy considered his snubull's words once again. Wendy, although not much better than Vivian, was the wisest choice. She knew her stuff, and she would probably work well with his Normal-type. That thought made him sympathetic to the poor ratatta beneath her desk. Rising from his seat, Elroy made his way to Wendy's desk.
"'Ello, mademoiselle, enchantee", Elroy spoke, realize that trying to charm with French was not the best choice for this girl, "I ame Elroy, az yoo knoe. Thees ees Vivianne." Holding up the fascist of a snubull, Vivian staring blankly at Wendy, silently judging the Level One. "Wood yoo like too bee partneurs?", he asked, whispering to Vivian, "Smile, that's an order." Feeling forced to obey, Vivian cracked a small smile, which would distance someone more than her personality. Elroy was screwed.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 12, 2007 14:39:52 GMT -5
Ari bit her lip. This probably meant a battle scenario. She had already tried to work on move combos with Gray and a chair leg this morning. The results had proved disastrous as Gray had freaked out over the possibility that she might get bruised by tackling the hard object, and Arielle had to chase her through the hallways of the school, as the high strung squirrel had gone into even more active hysterics with people's legs moving around her.
She wanted to prove herself, and Gray probably wasn't going to be much use up against, say, the well trained snubbull. Just looking at Vivian made Arielle jealous. To think a pokemon with such battling capability and will was being wasted on the foppish popinjay. Gray Lady seemed a poor second best, despite the fact that she was groomed to perfection. Well, partnering the Frenchie was out anyway. He already seemed to be homing in on the Chang girl. Gray could probably have taken on the rattata, too.
Oh well. What did she have left? Well, as long as she didn't get stuck with that idiot Denal. The boy was as garish as Frenchie, and knew nothing. He couldn't even control his pokemon, much like the Hamlet kid. But -- Hmm, Gray might do very well against the zigzagoon. From the sounds of it both pokemon would prefer a quiet, fairly non-violent battle, which could be arranged if she was partners with Hamlet. It wasn't her cup of tea, but she would have to learn to be able to match her battle style with Gray's until she could choose her real starter.
Ari rose, and beckoned for Gray to run up her arm. She walked over to William, and gave him a small smile. "Wanna be partners, one raccoon trainer to the other?" she asked jokingly.
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Post by Lee on Aug 12, 2007 16:03:29 GMT -5
Carolyn stared for a moment before nodding, "Uh, okay." Setting down the towel draped pokemon on the nearest desk-which she hoped was empty-she picked up the minimized pokeball that was Bear's out of her pocket. Enlarging it, she threw it at the target.
She didn't hit the center, but she didn't miss either. It hit one of the outer rings and bounced off, landing open on the ground. Well, at least she wasn't the worst of the class, even if she wasn't the best.
Bear had found his way out of the towel and stared around with his hand in his mouth. He was tempted to go to sleep-teddiursa were, by nature nocturnal after all. The jigglypuff couldn't exactly go to sleep though, because it was far too loud, and anyways he'd ended up sleeping through half of the night, last night.
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Post by Ninetales on Aug 13, 2007 0:46:55 GMT -5
William looked up and at Ari. He smiled as he rubbed the head fur of Jack. "I would think that as a capital idea ma'am." he was smiling, but it faltered. "I am sorry for the disturbance with Jack, I had hoped that he would have been a little more behaved. But as all great scientist from Oak to Elm have said, one does not learn the secrets of Pokemon without messing up a lot." he gave a laugh, showing that in that sentence just who some of his adult heroes were.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 13, 2007 8:38:17 GMT -5
"No problem, I expect that we're going to have to battle, and if Jack doesn't happen to like to engage in serious battles I think he'd be the perfect partner for Gray, who doesn't want to engage in anything that might really hurt her," Ari sighed exasperatedly, as Gray Lady crossed her stubby arms on Ari's shoulder.
<Well, excuse me for not enjoying competing in mere displays of brute force. I can't imagine why I'm not jumping up and down at the idea of getting bruised and battered,> Gray said huffily, making Ari roll her eyes again.
"I'm so getting a starter who actually wants to fight," Ari sighed. "Man, I wish the pokemon on Miteinjan's Fog Path were more exciting. Nothing's really jumped out at me as a starter choice -- I was checking out the information on them last night. Do you know what pokemon you'd want for a permanent starter? I'm not a big fan of wingull, paras, or wooper. I don't like four times weaknesses. They'll kill you in a battle. Krabby might be okay. I'm not so certain about seedot. Bide feels like a wasted move to me."
"If you all could pair up as quickly as possible?" Professor Vervain grimaced over the chatting. "I'd like to get this lesson over with before next Monday, If you please."
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