[center][h1][color=gold][u]Evelyn[/u][/color][/h1][/center] [center][hider=Inventory] [b]Key Items:[/b] [list][*]1x Rotom Phone Pokédex [*]1x Pair of (Stylized) Work Gloves [*]1x Solar-chargeable Flashlight [*]Needle and Thread[/list] [b]Consumables:[/b] [list][*]Pokedollars: 1000p [*]3x Potions [*]3x Antidotes [*]3x Paralyze Heals [*]8x Pokeballs [*]1x Leaf Stone [*]3x Oran Berries[/list] [b]Extras:[/b] [list][*] 3x Small Mushrooms [*]1x Big Mushroom [*]An unspecified amount of extra clothes [*]A fair few cosmetics, skin and haircare products, along with things like styling scissors, brushes, combs and even a nail file. [*]Dental care products and items, like toothpaste, toothbrush, dental floss, etc.[/list][/hider][/center] [center][hider=Pokemon:] [b]On Hand:[/b] [list][*]Joltik - Level 9, [color=lightgreen]Healthy[/color] [*]Sentret - Level 7, [color=lightgreen]Healthy[/color] [*]Growlithe - Level 7, [color=yellow]Bruised[/color] [/list] [b]In Storage:[/b] [list][*]N/A[/list] [/hider][/center] [center][@Remram][/center] [hr][hr] It was [i]really[/i] had to see what was going on around when you had your face stuck to the gorund. Still, Evelyn could manage to make out the dull [i]thump[/i]-sound of her Sentret managing to land its attack against the charging Murder Menace. Daring to hope, she turned her head - still on the ground mind you - and looked in the direction of the noise. Half-expecting to feel the sensation of te charging Bug-type sweep over her head again, she was surprised to find... ... Nothing? [i]Wat?[/i] In both a fit of slight yerror and equal amounts panic, the blonde girl quickly pushed herself off the ground and did her best to stumble into a standing position once more. By this time, Sentret had managed to bound on back to her side properly, and Growlithe was not far away now - only a few padfooted pitter-patters away. Phew, what a relief, right? Everyone was almost ba-- [color=gold]"Whu--[b] No! Joltik![/b]!"[/color] The little yellow bug, trying its best tor ace on back to its trainer, had frozen in place. A large, ominous shadow was looming over it, and as the spider-pokemon turned its tiny head to look back behind it, it let out a shrill, frightened mess of garbled chitter-squeaks as it lay on the pokemon-equivalent to The Grim Reaper, towering above it with massive scythe-arms and a face that said: "Hey there, I'm gonna slice you goood, son!'. Of course, there was [i]nothing[/i] that could be done. The Scyther was too close and too faat, Joltik was in too much of an ADD-addled panic and Evelyn's words and voice couldn't possibly come out quick enough, nor could her teenage brain process the ongoing situation fast or efficiently enough, to make any sort of call or command that would change the outcome of what was going on. ANd was going on was Joltik eating a face-full of [b][Fury Cutter][/b], letting out a pain chitter-squeak-yelp as it was sent flying away from the bigger bug-type by the strike. After all, Joltik was teeny tiny babbie, and this thing was not. This was, probably, also the first time oor little Joltik had ever experienced any real, substantial pain its fairly short and new life, and it didn't seem like it much cared for the experience, given the many pained, closely shut eyes on its tiny head. Bouncing like a punted ball, Joltik comedically - but also horrifyingly - tumbled away from Scyhter. And like a good mother-hen, who was far too over-protective, Evelyn's brain didn't even think. On reflex, the blonde girl snatched the pokeball from her belt, aimed and it what a surprisingly accurate first try, recalled poor Joltik back into it's safety-sphere. Not even checking just [i]how[/i] hurt it had actually become from the attack. Taking a hit like that and seeing the poor thing ragdoll along the ground was [i]more[/i] than enogh to make Eve prioritize the creature's helath and safety. [i]C'mno, Eve! What the hella re you doign? Look what you did! Because you were so scared and worried about yourself, poor Joltik got hurt! What kind of Trainer are you? Shaspe up, danmnit! Get your shit together, woman![/i] Anger. Not at the Scyther though, no. The big bug was probably just defending its territory, or trying to hunt for food. Eve and her pokemon were the ones trespassing and agitating it. She knew this. Of course she did. No, she wasn't angry at the Scyther, evne if it [b][i]had[/i][/b] just slashed ehr most beloved and favorite of babies. No, she was angry at herself. Disappointed in herself. She'd let surprise and fear cause her to give in to base instincts, and as a result, she'd failed to protect her own partner. She couldn't accept that. She [i]wouldn't[/i] accept that. If she was to become Evig's bright and perfect Star, the one who dazzled and shone brighter than the sun, then this sort of thing wasn't allowed. It couldn't be allowed. It wouldn't be allowed. [color=gold]"Sentret, Growithe, to me!"[/color] "Sentret!" With a salute. Loud, affirmative bark. Evelyn herself took a deep breaht. Momentarily closed her eyes, clutched her hands togther and steeled her resolve. Then her eyes shot open. Yes, they still had flecks and specks of fear and apprehension in them, but there was something else there too. Determination. Resolve. Courage. The girl's face, previously a mess of panic, confusion and fear was now replaced with cool and steadfast model's stone mask, her posture more composed and deliberate, her breaths more measured. She looked, no, stared at the big bad bug ahead of her. [i]You may just be protecting yourself or your home. But you hurt my precious, precious partner. I'm not letting you off easy, bug-breath.[/i] An epci mologue, ahd it not been for the fact that it had been entirely internal, and even if it had been said aloud, chances are the offending pokemon wouldn't have understood a single of word of it anyway. [color=gold]"Sentret, [b]Defense Curl[/b]! Growlithe, use [b]Ember[/b] on that thing!"[/color] Order were given, pokemon responded. Sentret bounced and rolled itself into a fuzzy ball, tightening its skin and fur, densing up its musculature to become sturdier. Growlithe let out an angry bark, likely upset that its first friend had been swatted aside like some bug [i](which it totally was)[/i] by a hysterial house-wife with a rolled-up newspaper. Openings it fanged maw, a barrage of glowing hot ember-shots burst forth, flying towards where Scyther had just sliced Joltik. Hopefully, Evelyn wasn't going to regret using fire inside a forest... And hopefully it'd hit, and prove more damaging than throwing a fuzzy bunny-ball at the giant bug. [b][u]Joltik was recalled to Pokeball after taking a hit from Scyther's Furt Cutter. Sentret and Growlithe reached Evelyn's side. Sentret used 'Defense Curl' to bulk up its defenses. Growlithe used' Ember' to try and hit Scyther for great vengeance.[/u][/b]