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Post by Klomonx on Oct 31, 2009 23:51:52 GMT -5
Alexander sighed. It was mid-day, and he had three Pokemon. Three, great Pokemon. However, only one of them was able to battle, the other two had since fainted and Alexander figured he would be rather lacking if he tried to go against the first gym with a strong Pokemon and two weaker ones. He was aggravated at that, Thistle preformed well but he knew that the preforming rate would soon drop, and Thistle would fail him. "Just use another Potion, Alexander." Masquerade hummed, walking next to him. Her wings neatly folded and her head turned at an angle so that only one eye could be seen from her.
Alexander pulled the long brim of his hat down to block out the sun that was now at its hottest. "That would simply waste another item." "You know as well as I do that Thistle can't go on fighting without some help." "Well, then she'll have to learn." Alexander grew irritated, and Masquerade half nodded, but she did not believe him. "Thistle has proved her worth, give her some boost so she has the will to continue. You don't want to get angry at her-especially since you won't admit to yourself that it was your fault." "I'm right, Mask. Thistle can battle at least one other Pokemon before she'll need any help, I'm sure of it." Masquerade only stretched her wings, making a sound like strained metal, before she drew them back to her side.
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Post by Angel on Nov 1, 2009 7:39:42 GMT -5
From the bushes a Pokemon was watching. She always watched from the sidelines of the entrance to Route 2; this way she could ambush them and this new trainer seemed like an easy target. Creeping up without the trainer or his daemon realising, she inspected where the boy's items were. And catching the glint of something in her eyes, she rapidly flew toward him and took off with a Potion in her wing. She began to fly away. She wasn't that far off the ground, after all she had a stalk in one wing and a Potion in the other, so she had to tuck the items under her wings as she slowly began to fly away. Thing was, the human and his daemon could easily fly after them - but was it a battle they was really intended with this little Farfetch'd?  |
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Post by Klomonx on Nov 2, 2009 23:29:41 GMT -5
With the Potion snatched away from him, Alexander's temper was quickly shot to its highest point. Masquerade simply watched as the Farfetch'd scrambled and struggled to fly, and she seemed rather uninterested in going after her. "Let it go, Alexander, we can buy a new one." "No, we're going after her!" Without any warning, Alexander jumped on Masquerade and she soon took off after a bit of struggle. She wasn't used to flying with Alexander. Alexander seemed un-phased however, "You better drop that Potion!" His voice was rather angry as he held Thistle's Pokeball in his hand, ready to use it once he decided that the Farfetch'd was close enough to the ground for an attack to hit.
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Post by Angel on Nov 7, 2009 4:53:55 GMT -5
Farfetch'd turned around to see the trainer pursuing her on his Skarmory daemon. That was a little.. odd... BUt it showed he had spunk and determination not many trainers showed that; they often let it go or just ran after screaming at her. But this one had some intelligence about him. Maybe this would be more entertaining then she thought? But she wouldn't give up so easily. She needed to take this to someone important to her and fast. This wasn't only just to have some fun, it was an important mission to help a friend. An important friend. Thinking about it, her smile faded and shouting back to the daemon,
"Sorry but I've got better things to do! Go find some other Pokemon to chase!"
She turned and flew into the thick forest areas, using her flying skills and small size to dodge the branches and other numerous obstacles that came into her way in the dense jungle like forest. As she drew deeper into the greenery, a grey and pink blur became visible on the ground, lying down as if left to die. If the trainer had continued to pursue her, unfortunately - Spoink might now be in more danger from trainers. After all, it was a trainer that left her like this in the first place. Farfetch'd dropped the Potion by the Spoink's side and then stood guard, ready to challenge any trainer or Pokemon that had followed her here.
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Post by Klomonx on Nov 8, 2009 21:56:03 GMT -5
After Masquerade translated, Alexander ordered her to follow. "I do not think that is wise, Alexander." "I do not care, it stole one of my items, and a Pokemon does not do that!" Masquerade tried to convince Alexander otherwise, trying to point out that the Farfetch'd probably needed it for something more desperate than to simply steal it. Alexander however ignored her reasons, his arrogance getting the best of him, and with a sigh Masquerade dove into the ticker parts of the forest. It was very hard, she had to weave her way around the trees and bushes, and many times she almost crashed. About five or six minutes after the Farfetch'd had gotten to the Spoink, Masquerade landed.
"There you are you rotten litt-" Alexander stopped in mid-sentence when Masquerade gently bit his sleeve, making him look at the wounded Spoink. Alexander's eyes softened with one look at the wounded Spoink. He was a cold, distant individual, but he could not stand to see others in pain. "There are easier ways to get help then stealing from trainers, but that is besides the point now, what happened to it?" Alexander did not forget about having his item stolen, he was rather annoyed by it still, but he also could not stand to see the Spoink the way it was. Masquerade knew this as well, and kept her piercing yellow eyes locked on him, fearing he may loose it.
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Post by Angel on Nov 9, 2009 12:45:17 GMT -5
Farfetch'd scowled as the trainer and daemon managed to follow her here. She held her wings put in defence to her Spoink friend, not allowing anyone to get near the injured Pokemon. When the trainer spoke, Farfetch'd's anger grew and her eyes narrowed, her teeth gritted and she pointed her stalk (owned by all Farfetch'd) at the trainer in an accusing manner,
"One of your kind! That's what!"
Looking back at the Spoink in pain, she had a sudden flashback of the incident and closed her eyes in pain of the memory. Spoink was breathing heabily, her body layed out across the floor. Farfetch'd turned back to the two pursuers,
"Challenging her for no reason! Then battling her and leaving her like this! Not showing an once of care for her health! Just fleeing like a coward, content that his own Pokemon were now stronger!"
Farfetch'd eyes grew blurry, watery substances buliding up in her sharp eyes. She began to wipe them away, but they kept coming, it was no use. Her muscles untensed and she lowered her head in shame; she was not there when Spoink needed her and now this.....
"Why.... *sniff* Why are all trainers.... *sniff* like this....."
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Post by Klomonx on Nov 11, 2009 15:11:25 GMT -5
Alexander's eyes narrowed as the Farfetch'd accused him, no all trainers-of being so inhumane to a Pokemon. Masquerade had translated for him, but no translation was truly needed to understand the anger and sadness in the Farfetch'd's words. Even though Alexander would never admit it, he was guilty of pushing his Pokemon to far, even though to him it was alright-and his Pokemon recovered fine from the ordeal. However Masquerade knew that he didn't seem himself in this Spoink, he saw every other trainer who would do this.
"It doesn't matter anymore though," Alexander explained, "no good trainer would do that and just leave them there, we are not all mean, and certainly stealing from us without an explanation doesn't help." Alexander then looked at the Spoink, and tried to walk near it, "and besides-you'll and some help with using that Potion, Pokemon can't use man-made items." Masquerade blinked at Alexander, and warned him with a small rustling of her wings, making the steel groan. Her yellow eyes watched the Farfetch'd, and she knew that a battle would soon rise, the Farfetch'd had no evidence or reason to trust Alexander, even though he was trying to help her.
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Post by Angel on Nov 11, 2009 15:38:23 GMT -5
Farfetch'd tried to blink back tears, as the trainer came closer. It's true what he said. His words did not lie. Not every trainer was bad, but she had seen a majority that would leave a fainted Pokemon for dead. Plus there was no way she could do anything with a man made item. She stared in acceptance and annoyance at the trainer and then slumped her body down. She would not hurt him, it seemed that he had a bit of a temperment but that was all. She gave up her hopeless endeavour when there was a sudden rustling in the bush. Turning to see what it was, she saw a pair of humanoid legs and by their side a Cranidos. She recognised this horrible human immediately and narrowed her eyes with anger.
The boy emerged as his Cranidos daemon stared at the boy, daemon and two wild Pokemon opposite her. He muttered as he pushed back the branches,
"Kat, are you sure this is where we left that useless Spoink?"
Seeing the Spoink on the ground he sighed in disapointment, it was a weak Pokemon and had still not recovered. Shaking his head he saw the Farfetch'd and smiled slyly,
"Oh look! A Farfetch'd. You'll do nicely."
He went to grab her but she flew out of the way and began to peck at the boy shouting,
"How dare you! How dare you! How dare you come back!"
But he swatted her away and into a tree. Farfetch'd hit hard and collapsed at the bottom of the tree unconcsious.
"Damn bird!"
He looked over and finally noticed the boy and his Skarmory daemon standing opposite. He smiled and said,
"Hey there. Jim's the name. Fancy losing to my Pokemon?"
Kat, the Cranidos daemon, eyed the Skarmory daemon with smugness and happiness at the fainted bird they had swatted away like a disturbing fly. Would they accept the challenge?
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Post by Klomonx on Nov 12, 2009 21:53:56 GMT -5
As Alexander knelled down to heal the Spoink, he heard the commotion, and soon his attention was taken off of the Spoink, and to the abusive trainer. 'He's so full of himself,' Alexander thought, 'doesn't he see that this is wrong?' Alexander never dealt well with his emotions in his old career. Alexander had a horrible fear of dead bodies, he hated the emotions that so many people had put into his mind. Masquerade knew this, and knew that seeing the Spoink, and now being confronted with this Trainer-which in Alexander's eyes was like the criminal he had to catch, gradually ripped into the memories of his mind which he wished to forget.
Masquerade's eyes panned from Alexander, to look at the smug and proud Cranidos. Was she supposed to be afraid? Her yellow eyes simply glared at it, she did not approve at all to what its trainer did to both of these Pokemon. So much so, that she almost answered the challenge for Alexander. Almost. However, Alexander stood up, and some twitch of his lip, of a fire in his eye could tell someone that he certainly did not like this. He could not stand the wounded Pokemon, nor could he stand the Trainer that just swatted them around.
"You swat away and almost kill a Pokemon you deem pathetic and weak, and yet you have the nerve to return to it?" Alexander closed his eyes, and pulled his large brimmed hat down, as he reopened them, "I can't allow you to do so in good conscience, I accept your challenge, but I won't go down without a fight. Go, Thistle!" Alexander tore out Thistle's Pokeball and flung it, the red energy formed into a Sneasel, who sat and sharpened her claws as she looked around at the situation. She realized that this Trainer before her was on she had to deal with, and that Alexander was counting on her-more then he ever had done before. Even so, Thistle had dished off two other Pokemon in prior battles, so she was somewhat weakened, but willing to fight. She stood with narrowed, determined eyes, as if to ask the other trainer to 'bring it on'.
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Post by Birdybot on Dec 8, 2009 21:33:29 GMT -5
ooc// Well, it looks like Angel's inactive again, sigh. I'll take over this thread, I guess.
ic// Jim felt like laughing as the stranger with the Skarmory daemon spoke to him. He sounded as if he thought he wasn't a nice person. Pft, how strange. Why did this make him mean? Seriously, he'd only hurt a couple of Pokémon. It wasn't as if they would feel sad or anything. Pokémon were mindless creatures, in his opinion, after all. He watched as the other boy released a Sneasel. "Hm, an Ice type. Kat, we shall use Mudkip." he informed his daemon, who nodded as he threw a Pokéball.
From the Pokéball emerged a moody looking Mudkip. Jim smiled. Mudkip was the best Pokémon on his team to fight Sneasel, for he was resistant to Ice type moves. The trainer wasn't going to let Alex have the first move, of course. He didn't understand why some trainers did, for it only set you back. "Mudkip, use Mud-Slap!" he called. He hoped that the Water type would understand him.
His hopes were wasted; why would Mudkip not understand him? The Pokémon hesitated. Should he really keep fighting for this trainer? He didn't even have a name, he was just called 'Mudkip'. That could mean that Jim didn't think he should have a name, being non-scientient. That was a lie. Jim didn't even give him a gender! He just called him 'it'. But, in the end, it would be a tough task, but Mudkip believed that Jim could come to understand just how smart Pokémon were. The Pokémon used a Mud-Slap.
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Post by Klomonx on Dec 9, 2009 22:43:10 GMT -5
When the Mudkip hesitated, Alexander almost commanded Thistle to move, however his Daemon gently nudged him in the arm. Masquerade wished to warn him about this trainer. To remind him that the Mudkip he was fighting was trying to prove it was not simply a tool, as this trainer believed it was. Alexander saw this in the Mudkip, not as deeply as his Daemon or Thistle would have seen it, but it wasn't hard to see that a Pokemon was hesitant because its trainer was a heartless creature.
However, when the Mudkip did eventually use Mudslap, Alexander still called out, "Thistle, dodge it!" However, Thistle ignored Alexander's orders, and let the ground attack hit her. She slid along the ground a few inches, and then she stared at the Mud-kip, as if she were trying to communicate with it, using only her eyes. "Thistle, why didn't you dodge?" Thistle broke the eye-contact, and responded simply to Alexander by sharpening her claws. She seemed to have ignored Alexander's orders for a reason, but was not about to explain why. "Never mind then, Thistle, follow this up with Taunt and Scratch!" Thistle this time responded immediately, ignoring the pain of the Mud-slap, it was simply a Ground Move and was not stronger than a normal move for Thistle.
Alexander was somewhat annoyed that Thistle simply withstood the attack instead of dodging it, he glanced over in his Daemon's direction, and she nodded. Both his Pokemon and Daemon understood, but because Alexander dare not speak to his Daemon in the company of others, he remained silent and figured he would know by the end of the fight.
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Post by Birdybot on Dec 10, 2009 21:29:22 GMT -5
Mudkip smiled in thanks to Thistle, but still Jim didn't seem to care. When would he notice that Mudkip had feelings? Mudkip hoped that it would be at some point. Maybe, at some point in the course of the battle, Jim would see that Mudkip did indeed have feelings. Maybe if Mudkip went on nothing but his feelings, when feelings were the only thing in him, Jim would see. Mudkip took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all thoughts. He was down to his instincts now, and Jim would see emotions there. Thistle's Taunt worked, but Mudkip didn't really mind. The Scratch smarted, but other than that it was all right. A faint growl came from the Pokémon.
Jim was furious. "You idiot! Do I have to tell you everything? Honestly, when Sneasel comes at you, you dodge! It's not that hard! Right. Now, use another Mud-Slap" he yelled angrily, refusing to call Thistle by name. He didn't think Pokémon deserved names, the jerk. The trainer was going with a Mud-Slap based on the way it had hit, rather than looking at all factors; power, how much damage it had dealt, and so on. Not a smart move on his part.
Mudkip didn't think it would be too smart, either. Mud-Slap? Why? Well, his trainer was the boss- or was he? No, Mudkip didn't think he had to obey. A new light shone on him (metaphorically) as he realised that he could do what he wanted, however furious it made his trainer. Hey, perhaps he'd be able to win this battle using his own mind, rather than his trainer's? If that were the case, he'd want Thistle to fight him as hard as he could. Mudkip charged at the Ice type in a Tackle, smiling at Jim's yells.
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Post by Klomonx on Dec 10, 2009 22:12:21 GMT -5
Thistle smiled slightly when she saw that her look had gotten through to the Mudkip, and so had her attack. What she was not so pleased about it how the Trainer lectured the Mudkip on dodging a Sneasel. Alexander had often wanted to give Thistle these lectures, often warned her to follow his direction. However, Alexander's motives were an altogether good; and at least Thistle's name was used. Thistle simply muttered under her breath at Jim's comment, "~My name is Thistle.~". Masquerade translated this for Alexander, and Alexander seemed to agree with Thistle.
Alexander couldn't let this Trainer simply win and continue on abusing Pokemon like this. He looked at the Mudkip, who seemed now driven to prove itself to him, and looked at Thistle, who seemed ready to give it her all. Thistle was being counted on, and she knew this. Thistle also noticed that the Mudkip was determined to show its trainer that it was not useless. Thistle admired its determination. When the Mudkip disobeyed its orders, Alexander quickly called out, "withstand it Thistle!" The tackle hit, and it was around the same force that the mud-slap had been. If the Mudkip was bigger, it would have hurt Thistle much more.
"Counter it with a Screech, then follow it up with Bite!" Thistle nodded quickly and sent out a loud screech; as soon as the screech's echo vanished Thistle charged as fast as she could at the Mudkip, preparing to use bite. She was determined to give it her all, and to help show Jim that his Pokemon was not nearly a tool, but a comrade, a friend.
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Post by Birdybot on Dec 12, 2009 4:40:51 GMT -5
Mudkip leapt into the air in his joy at striking a blow with the Tackle, pleased with himself. Ha! He didn't need Jim's orders to win, did he! The Pokémon's wide mouth was smiling, faltering only slightly when the Screech lowered his Defense stat down. Thistle, and Sneasels in general, were fast. Mudkips were slow. It was only natural, then, that Mudkip should feel Thistle's teeth on him in her Bite attack.
Jim growled angrily, gritting his teeth. His Mudkip had hit the Sneasel, but she'd got him back. This was exactly what would happen if his creatures didn't do as they were told! Why was it rebelling, anyway? He hadn't thought they were smart enough to know about that. "See, Mudkip? This is what will happen if you don't listen to me! Use Mud-Slap!" Jim screeched as horribly as Thistle had.
Mudkip shook his head, thinking. Thistle had a cool name, but there was no chance of Jim giving him one. He'd have to name himself. Mudkip... Kipper... Kip... Pip! Yeah, Pip! Pip turned to Jim, his words translated by Kat, his Cranidos daemon. ~I'll only obey if you treat me fairly and call me by my name, which is Pip!~[/color] he smiled through the pain of Thistle, and used a Growl attack, lowering her Attack stat and lessening the pain. He then attempted to shake her off by charging at a rock in a Tackle, Thistle between him and said rock.[/size]
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Post by Klomonx on Dec 12, 2009 15:05:10 GMT -5
So, the Mudkip had given itself a name. It was not the most unique name, but it was better than nothing. Even though Jim seemed to be growing more and more angry at his Pokemon for disobeying, he should have seen such a thing coming. Even the dumbest Pokemon will eventually rebel against hatred and pain, it is a natural reaction. The fact that Jim did not realize this showed more than just him being abusive.
When Growl was unleashed, Thistle's grip slackened, but she still hung on. When Pip-as he was now going to be called-began to ram Thistle into a rock, she did her best to hang on despite the fact it hurt. "Thistle, use Scratch to push Pip away, follow it up with another Screech!" Thistle let go of Pip, and now prepared to use Scratch. The tackle into the rock had done much more than she had thought it would have done. That was smart of Pip, but Thistle wasn't going to let herself loose to it so easily. "Hang in there Thistle, don't go down!" Alexander's voice was sharp, almost commanding. He did push his Pokemon; he tested their limits. However Thistle knew that Alexander's intentions were good, and it should be noted that the wounded Spoink and Farfetch'd had to defended as well.
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