[center][h1][color=37B5A9]Stephanie Irwin[/color][/h1]
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Pokedollars: 500
1xpotion
5xpokeballs
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[color=80FCFF]Dusk[/color]
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Species: Litwick
Type: Fire/Ghost
Level: 5
Status: 
Moves: Smog, Ember, Astonish
Ability: Infiltrator- Passes through the opposing barrier, substitute, and the like and strikes.
Held Item:  
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Strike!

She hit that smug flying feathered rattata right out of the air with one clean strike with Dusk. Seems like the games her and her cousins set up to deal with boredom at times paid off for this moment. That poor Pidove just didn't stand as it fluttered slowly back down to the ground, she suddenly realised one thing. How was Dusk getting back down? 

....Fuck.

Blankly she looked up for a moment before bolting towards where the Litwick had begun to fall, diving outstretched at full length to catch the poor candle pokemon before it hit the ground. Sure it was a ghost type, but considering she could touch it that meant it had a physical form! And rather than have it become a splatter on the ground only five minutes after she had received it, she figured she could instead catch Dusk. Did she think about the consequences of diving on concrete? No, of course not. She did at least have the presence of mind to bring her arms back in after catching Dusk and roll before hitting the pavement. Was it a pleasant experience? Not at all.

First of all the jarring impact of hitting something that solid wasn't fun. Secondly, the burning sensation it left after sliding along it for a couple of meters was even less fun. Thirdly, the blood that dripped from her scraped elbow? Well that part was actually the least painful and concerning. It wasn't anything major but she would have to patch it up later. Once she dealt with that feathered shithead.

[color=37B5A9]"Sohry beow' daht bud, buh' bloody oath yah diied a gem of a jawb. Oy'll tyke ih' frawm heah." [/color]Walking over to where she heard the exceptionally loud and excessive cooing, she took a moment to put Dusk, who's eyes seemed to be swirling around in its head, back atop her shoulder and lightly pet its side before tossing a Pokeball at the Pidove.

And yes, it was with the same intent and power as she had thrown Dusk just moments earlier.