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Johto Elite Four Rematches. Payback Hariyama. Also that level jump is insane, 65 to 72 between Karen and Lance.
>getting this worked up over a single move on a single pokemon
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>getting this worked up over a single move on a single pokemon
*tips fedora*
tobiax said
And is it just me, or are the majority of Fighting Pokemon absolute pieces of moral trash?
The fuck you on about?
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get on skype and we'll talk some
get on skype and we'll talk some
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She felt her Master's words pour into her head as she scanned through the alley.
There were clear signs that someone had passed through here with great force at extremely high speed; there were dents in the ground, presumably from the sheer force of someone travelling at vast speed whilst reinforced. She'd intended to follow the tracks to those that had made them, and so her Master's words were only an affirmation of that; but morning had closed in, and whilst it was still early, the streets would be filling up with people soon. Without the ability to dematerialize, or fade into the shadow as she had before her defeat last time, she would need some casual clothing in order to fit in. She remembered the utility of such clothing from her first venture; she'd just have to find a way to obtain some this time.
She reckoned asking her Master would be pointless; she seemed as interested in her as her first Master, if perhaps a little more courteous about it. She'd have to get ahold of some money in order to buy some- though, for that, she'd probably have to steal some money from someone in order to achieve that. At which point, she may as well have just stolen the clothes to begin with.
...
She'd take her chances with her Master, she thought to herself, as she headed out to leave the alley. Make a sweep of the remaining city and head back to base; she'd fulfill her Master's orders and have an excuse to ask her about the clothes, then.
She felt her Master's words pour into her head as she scanned through the alley.
There were clear signs that someone had passed through here with great force at extremely high speed; there were dents in the ground, presumably from the sheer force of someone travelling at vast speed whilst reinforced. She'd intended to follow the tracks to those that had made them, and so her Master's words were only an affirmation of that; but morning had closed in, and whilst it was still early, the streets would be filling up with people soon. Without the ability to dematerialize, or fade into the shadow as she had before her defeat last time, she would need some casual clothing in order to fit in. She remembered the utility of such clothing from her first venture; she'd just have to find a way to obtain some this time.
She reckoned asking her Master would be pointless; she seemed as interested in her as her first Master, if perhaps a little more courteous about it. She'd have to get ahold of some money in order to buy some- though, for that, she'd probably have to steal some money from someone in order to achieve that. At which point, she may as well have just stolen the clothes to begin with.
...
She'd take her chances with her Master, she thought to herself, as she headed out to leave the alley. Make a sweep of the remaining city and head back to base; she'd fulfill her Master's orders and have an excuse to ask her about the clothes, then.
parent of the years all years
even better than ragyo
even better than ragyo
RBYDark said Based on past experiences.
akira a shit
A big collab might be nice to get us out of Santalune and on towards Snowbelle. Might help in dealing with Jess, too.
Okay, does anyone wanna collab in a little? We need a post, just been kind of run down on motivation on account of things.
10 minutes after the group left the camp
The warm, dry earth cracked and crunched beneath the creature’s feet as he looked about the abandoned campsite.
The fire still crackled, and the thin trail of smoke leading up from it had been what lead Strikedramon to the clearing. The Dragon Man had come here in search of a group of humans; and a specific, yet unknown one amongst them. He just knew one of the Tamers those bastards were collecting was his; and he just knew one of them had made it out of the tower somehow. He didn’t know how, but he just knew.
He’d already been planning to attack the tower, but this newest development had waylaid him; he’d always had a place in his heart for the stories of past Tamers, and something like that Tower would need more than him to infiltrate, anyway.
In any case, it seemed he didn’t have anything to worry about; if- no, BECAUSE he was right in his gut feelings, his Tamer and the others with them must have moved down the trail leading down from the clearing, likely towards the nearby village.
The way forward was clear; he’d go to the village and meet his Tamer.
“Hold it right there!”
Too bad he wasn’t the only one with that idea.
“Alright, stand down, no funny business.” The Commandramon yelled at him as he burst into the clearing along with his squad; a small horde of other Commandramon and four weird waddling machines that he could vaguely make out to be Mekanorimon.
Strikedramon tensed, going still as his eyes traced over the group.
He thought for a few moments. And then he spoke.
“You might want to turn back whilst you can. Only one of all of us is going to be walking away.”
In response, the Commandramon just snorted and rolled his eyes.
“You honestly think you’re scaring us with that crap? Come on, do you have any idea how stupid you sound saying that?”
“Last chance.” Strikedramon said, still stock still as the Commandramon threw his words back in his face, “Like I said, only one of us is leaving this place alive.”
“And like I said, don’t be an idiot and just surrender before one of our Mekanorimon just puts you down. Look how many of us there are compared to you. Do you really think y-”
Commandramon didn’t quite get to finish his sentence.
Mostly because of the hole that suddenly tore straight through his helmet and back out through his head.
And as the squadron erupted into action and began to open fire on him, Strikedramon pulled his blazing-hot talon out from his dead foe’s head and ducked deep down as he leapt into the thick of the group.
The warm, dry earth cracked and crunched beneath the creature’s feet as he looked about the abandoned campsite.
The fire still crackled, and the thin trail of smoke leading up from it had been what lead Strikedramon to the clearing. The Dragon Man had come here in search of a group of humans; and a specific, yet unknown one amongst them. He just knew one of the Tamers those bastards were collecting was his; and he just knew one of them had made it out of the tower somehow. He didn’t know how, but he just knew.
He’d already been planning to attack the tower, but this newest development had waylaid him; he’d always had a place in his heart for the stories of past Tamers, and something like that Tower would need more than him to infiltrate, anyway.
In any case, it seemed he didn’t have anything to worry about; if- no, BECAUSE he was right in his gut feelings, his Tamer and the others with them must have moved down the trail leading down from the clearing, likely towards the nearby village.
The way forward was clear; he’d go to the village and meet his Tamer.
“Hold it right there!”
Too bad he wasn’t the only one with that idea.
“Alright, stand down, no funny business.” The Commandramon yelled at him as he burst into the clearing along with his squad; a small horde of other Commandramon and four weird waddling machines that he could vaguely make out to be Mekanorimon.
Strikedramon tensed, going still as his eyes traced over the group.
He thought for a few moments. And then he spoke.
“You might want to turn back whilst you can. Only one of all of us is going to be walking away.”
In response, the Commandramon just snorted and rolled his eyes.
“You honestly think you’re scaring us with that crap? Come on, do you have any idea how stupid you sound saying that?”
“Last chance.” Strikedramon said, still stock still as the Commandramon threw his words back in his face, “Like I said, only one of us is leaving this place alive.”
“And like I said, don’t be an idiot and just surrender before one of our Mekanorimon just puts you down. Look how many of us there are compared to you. Do you really think y-”
Commandramon didn’t quite get to finish his sentence.
Mostly because of the hole that suddenly tore straight through his helmet and back out through his head.
And as the squadron erupted into action and began to open fire on him, Strikedramon pulled his blazing-hot talon out from his dead foe’s head and ducked deep down as he leapt into the thick of the group.
As others spoke up and started introducing themselves, Catherine quickly realized she wasn't the center of attention for Killian and Jehu anymore; oh well, not like she cared. The boy seemed alright even if the little bucket of bolts with him needed to climb down out of his ass and slow down some on the exposition. Who did he think he was, some Japanese Priest?
In any case, this would at least give her the chance to think things over without being cross-examined; with everyone else taking over, the girl just sat back down and stared at her Digivice.
Either she was dreaming or there was still a ton of dope in her; all logic dictated she should be freaking out right about now. She HAD been freaking out a moment ago, more or less, she admitted to herself. Digital Monsters, towers, it all sounded like a load of crap. Or borderline Lovecraftian nightmare fuel. And yet here she was, turning some Tamagochi-looking thing over in her hands and fiddling around with a bowl of stew to see how much was left in it after dropping it.
She just hoped she got her own partner soon. And that he was more normal than Jehumon.
She didn't get too long to dwell on her thoughts, however; it quickly occurred to her as the black and blonde-haired girls in the group finally spoke up and introduced themselves that she was one of the few in the group that hadn't introduced herself; perhaps the last, even? She really hadn't been paying that much attention.
"Name's Catherine," She said aloud for the others to hear, "And the village sounds better than sitting around here like a bunch of cavemen. Though anything would, really."
In any case, this would at least give her the chance to think things over without being cross-examined; with everyone else taking over, the girl just sat back down and stared at her Digivice.
Either she was dreaming or there was still a ton of dope in her; all logic dictated she should be freaking out right about now. She HAD been freaking out a moment ago, more or less, she admitted to herself. Digital Monsters, towers, it all sounded like a load of crap. Or borderline Lovecraftian nightmare fuel. And yet here she was, turning some Tamagochi-looking thing over in her hands and fiddling around with a bowl of stew to see how much was left in it after dropping it.
She just hoped she got her own partner soon. And that he was more normal than Jehumon.
She didn't get too long to dwell on her thoughts, however; it quickly occurred to her as the black and blonde-haired girls in the group finally spoke up and introduced themselves that she was one of the few in the group that hadn't introduced herself; perhaps the last, even? She really hadn't been paying that much attention.
"Name's Catherine," She said aloud for the others to hear, "And the village sounds better than sitting around here like a bunch of cavemen. Though anything would, really."
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