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RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
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This is my second profile on here, and I have been Play-By-Post RPing for about nine years now. I do my best to see every RP to the end or at least let my character come to his/her own dramatic conclusion when I feel like signing off. Just like novel writing in real life, I tend to find myself on long hiatuses. Since writing is a great way to work out your brain, I try stay engaged as much as possible.
My favorite genres include futuristic worlds, mysteries, and super powers. Any mixture of these three elements will peek my interest.
As Rin turned around to share their master plan with Osajyin, his suddenly upset expression made them pause. Rin had only looked away for a moment, what could they have missed? The trainer walked over to pet their pokémon's leaf. "What's worng?" Rin turned to look pointedly at the wild Smergle in accusation. "Did he say something to you, Osaja?" The wild pokémon looked back at Rin with just as much zeal as it had before. "I don't know what you said, but I don't appreciate it!" Standing up between the two, Rin placed their hands on their hips defiantly. "Go ahead, Osajyin. If this Smergle wants to smack talk or whatever, then it can get smacked down just as well." Turning their head back to look Osajyin in the eyes, Rin jerked their in the Painter Pokémon's direction as they issued the command. "Use Razor Leaf." Osajyin paused and pulled a face. With his newfound appreciation for art, instilled in him by Olotah, he understood why the Smergle was so upset. Rin just didn't know what he knew. 'Would they even care?' Osajyin wondered in his mind. "Come on, Osaja! Don't let him push you around," Rin egged on, "Use Razor Leaf!" With a noncommittal sigh, The Bayleef did as he was told. 'Oh well, he and his art will recover soon enough,' the Pokémon thought as he attacked.
Osoja used Razor Leaf once again, but Smeargle was better equipped to deal with it at such close range. With much flexiblity from his sitting position, Smeargle lowered himself forward, close to the ground. This caused most of the leaves to fly right over, but a few still managed to get stuck on his back. When Osaja's attack was over, he simply sat back up, shook off the leaves, and looked Osoja boldly in the eyes.
Liz was making good time running through the hills, she knew she had to be nearing Sunsay town. As she crested a she saw a Pokemon duck and try to avoid her. She began heading that way to confront the wild pokemon.
To late, I saw you, now I am going to try and catch you!! She thought to herself. As she got closer she saw it was an other Larvesta, she reached for her pokeball and tossed it up.
"Alright Phoniks, let's make a new friend, we could use it's help at the gym!! Use peck now!!" The bird pokemon came out itching for a fight.
Larvesta's attempt to hide was apparently in vain. Liz sent forward her Murkrow to attack the creature. Larvesta became nervous. Direct conflict was not her favorite thing in life, but it seemed to be the only way out. So she closed her eyes, took flight, and Flame Charged right toward the oncoming Murkrow.
Surprisingly, the bashful tiny creature began to burn with an intense flame, and her speed was incredible. She had become a tiny, destructive, meteor.
Phoniks is hit by a brutal Flame Charge and looses 26 Power. In other words, she faints. Larvesta's eyes stay closed as she continues shooting off into the distance.
Liz tried her hardest to catch the Pokemon, but it was just not meant to be. It escaped before Phoniks could do anything meaningful. Liz recalled the Murkrow sadly and continued on her way towards town, she came out the woods to the familiar scene of rolling hills. Halfway there she decided to start running again, the faster she got to town the better!! She enjoyed the wind in her hair and the fresh air. She had never felt so free!!
The late afternoon sun was bright in the sky as Liz ran through the hills. Along the path she was running, a wild Larvesta was out soaking up the sun. Then it saw Liz approaching from the distance. This Larvesta was a bashful girl. She quickly buzzed over to hide in some nearby grass. She would come back out once the trainer was gone.
Hey, don't worry yourself. I'm having fun managing this RP. How much you want to write is up to you. As long as my players are having fun, I'm having fun.
I'm gonna have to hit the hay again. I'll be back on in the morning.
The Girafarig took a solid hit, Liz didn't want to let the Pokemon have a chance to escape. She pulled a pokeball out and tossed it in the air at the Pokemon.
"No chance today my friend, your joining me!! Phoniks if it gets out and tries to run use an other Pursuit!!" Murkrow nodded and awaited to see what would happen.
The Pokeball's light pulled Girafarig inside. He struggled with all his might. One.... ....two.... .......three....
Pop!
Girafarig bounced back out. The used Pokeball flew up high in the air. Murkrow obediantly launched another Puirsuit toward the Girafarig. Just as the ball came back down, Girafarig jumped up, twisted around, and spiked the ball straight at Murkrow. The unexpected movement broke the bird's path of attack, and allowed him enough time to make an escape. He ran as fast as he could, over the hills and out of sight, too fast for Liz to follow.
The moves collided with each other in a bright light. Thankfully Arachne took no damage, but it seemed neither did Girafarig. Disappointed Liz regrouped quickly and tried to strategize. Than she remembered the wild pokemon had a weakness to dark and ghost moves, she had just the pokemon.
"Arachne, sweetie, thank you, but Phoniks will handle this from hear on out. Come out honey, use pursuit!!" As usual the Murkrow came flying out rashly and begin attacking the Girafarig.
Girafarig hesitated when the trainer brought out her next Pokemon. He was considering running away. That obviously wouldn't be an option though as Phoniks came out ready using Pursuit. In surprise, his front legs jumped up, hiking him up to a hind leg stance. From this angle, he could only think of one move to try... Stomp!
Unfortunately for him, the Murkrow was too agile and made it around his desperate move. This knocked him off balance as he came tumbling to the ground. Fumbling around, he managed to raise himself back up.
Liz walked along the path, she needed a small break from running, lest she burn herself out. Among a tree a distance away was a Girafarig eating, its tail vigilant for attack. Knowing sneak attacks were pointless she walked close to the Pokemon.
"Hello, I would like to try and catch you. So let's battle!! Arachne, show me a good infestation if you don't mind dear??" Spinarak came out ready for battle, it skittered along the ground, making it's way to the wild pokemon.
Girafarig would have been content minding his own business, but suddenly he sensed danger coming from behind. Keep in mind that his second head didn't have ears or a brain large enough to understand Liz's words. All Girafarig knew was that danger was coming from behind. Reluctantly, he turned his head to face the oncoming threat. Then he pointed his 'tail' directly at Spinarak to cast Confusion. The Psychic attack intercepted Arachne before she could get close.
"Bay," Osajyin casually greeted, before the Painter began sharing hushed words with him; its earlier will seeming to have waned after so slightly. Perhaps it was the attacks, or maybe this Smergle was just as enamored by Osajyin's beauty as Olotah had been. Had the Painter became a poet? Were these private sentences lines of some sonnet? Only Osaja knew, and with his naturally calm demeanor it was hard to get a read on him either. Rin had opened their mouth to speak multiple times over the course of their pondering, and every time they shut it again. Finally they figured they'd just wait it out, it's not like they could communicate with Smergle anyway; their hearing aids weren't so top of the line that they could translate pokéspeak. Sadly. A thought then crossed Rin's mind. What if they taught their pokémon sign language!? As that revelation overtook the trainer's mind with the promise of possibility, their second starter attentively listened to what the wild Smergle had to say. His Trainer may have thought the other to be strange, but Osaja had an open mind, and understood exactly what it was trying to say.
Smeargle was not happy about his mural being desecrated only moments before. His tone was measured, but his words were bold. Bayleef and his trainer should leave now. They had over stayed their welcome. There was no way he would ever go along with someone that would so carelessly order an attack near fine art. Nor would be partners with the Pokemon that actually did the deed. Osajyin might have been lackadaisical, but Smeargle's presence was firm.
Smeargle has begun mental warfare upon Bayleef... and it's working. Maybe Bayleef is intimidated. Maybe he is sympathetic. Maybe he's just being worn down by words. Whatever the cause may be, Bayleef has lost 3 Power. His will to fight has been damaged. Bayleef still has 13 Power left.
Liz could not believe it, the Ariados was scared off by it's reflection. Liz gave herself a face palm as she recalled her Bayleef, she lost a lot of time fighting that pokemon. She ran on ahead putting the Ariados out her mind, her Pokemon we're becoming stronger, she knew she would win at the gym this time, and she couldn't forget about that Aggron on route two, it wasn't where she needed to go but if she was lucky she wouldn't forget that powerful pokemon!!
She made it to the edge of the woods, she could see a little lake a distance off, but she couldn't stop now. She had a mission, Liz kept her eyes peeled as she continued running.
In the distance, underneath a small tree, a wild Girafarig ate leaves from the lower reaching branches. His rear facing head was keeping watch out for possible predators. His bites were slow and measured. The word 'rush' was far from his mind, a very mild mannered Pokemon indeed.
A wild Girafarig is nearby. It is level 14. What will Liz do?
This is my second profile on here, and I have been Play-By-Post RPing for about nine years now. I do my best to see every RP to the end or at least let my character come to his/her own dramatic conclusion when I feel like signing off. Just like novel writing in real life, I tend to find myself on long hiatuses. Since writing is a great way to work out your brain, I try stay engaged as much as possible.
My favorite genres include futuristic worlds, mysteries, and super powers. Any mixture of these three elements will peek my interest.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">This is my second profile on here, and I have been Play-By-Post RPing for about nine years now. I do my best to see every RP to the end or at least let my character come to his/her own dramatic conclusion when I feel like signing off. Just like novel writing in real life, I tend to find myself on long hiatuses. Since writing is a great way to work out your brain, I try stay engaged as much as possible. <br><br>My favorite genres include futuristic worlds, mysteries, and super powers. Any mixture of these three elements will peek my interest.</div>