Pikmin Eye

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink Surprisingly, this isn't the first time I had the equivalent of a raid boss spawn from rolling the dice. This is probably a bad choice, but I am going to stand there and try my best to fight back the swarm. I spent time considering my options and how long Martin would reasonably have to do think and react. The best answer would be to stay put, a commotion this large would have a chance of help coming if he held out. Coming up next, how many Volbeats does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The world may never know. Worst case scenario is a white out from a darn good reason. Followed by running like a coward back to the inn and forking over the money to heal Nincada while money somehow flies out of my pockets, like the game.

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

The battles were pretty good for a variety of purposes. Calling out commands felt a bit more fluid for Martin, who was getting better at estimating type match ups and timing. A good flying type was the best way to figure out how to handle a faster Pokemon. Nincada handled the fights well and only sustained light damage. Martin was considering if it was enough to warrant a trip to the hut, but decided against it. He couldn't go running home at the first sign of danger. It sure was a good thing that he didn't trigger multiple Volbeats at once, but he was already distracting himself by thinking about the events earlier and if he could have done it better.

By a stroke of luck, stumbling upon a TM all the way out in the woods was the highlight of their training session. After a bit of looking at it, the thing was for the move Grass Knot, which... As far as he could tell, was useless for his Pokemon. It was pocketed anyways, never know when it might be useful. Martin was feeling taken in by the natural beauty of the woods. He imagined the place would be gloomy and dark, but instead was bright and almost serene. Even the name Infested Woods seemed misleading, so how bad could this place be? Since he felt satisfied by the training, he decided to take a stroll through the woods and just find something interesting off the beaten path. "I got a good feeling about going this way, think we'll find something good over here, Nincada?" His Pokemon just kept nodding, leading Martin to question if Nincada even understands him at all.

Action: Trigger random Event

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

Martin clutched his bag, looks like things were calming down again. The professor gave him some last words of encouragement as he turned to Route two also known as the Infested Woods. From what he remembered, this was going to be a challenging place full of bugs. Or at least that was the impression that was given to him earlier. Nincada was looking around at all the people, never having been recalled back into his ball. Martin didn't mind having a traveling buddy for the road, seeing as it will most likely be another long trip.

Last he saw was the blur of a girl with her psychic Pokemon hanging on for dear life. His trip was a laid back speed, no hurry to be anywhere, seeing as he hasn't traveled this route yet. Although he thought about seeing if anyone wanted to join him, they all were eager to set off alone. The last battle still fresh on his mind, he had his mind on doing some more training and making sure he got the hang of battling with Nincada.

There were plenty of wild Pokemon in the area. Some Caterpies crawled along the floor while Volbeat lit up the forest. There was the scattered glimpses of other pokemon, but the Volbeats were catching Martin's eye. "Hey Nincada, we need to be a better team if we're gonna make it through this place. Let's do a few battles first." Nincada just nodded like it understood what he was saying. It brought a smile to Martin's face before he looked for a Volbeat by itself, that was his target. "All right Nincada, take that one down."

Action: Train Nincada by battling Volbeats

Pokémon: Start

I rise from the grave to respond a bit way too late to say I'm still here. While teaming up may be in my characters interest, it probably will pan out to soloing it out again. The team battle was great but looks like it's already time to split our paths. I struck a moment of trying to figure out what to write for my next post. Looks like I took too long thinking and not enough bashing with Pokemon.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

You mean following the hoods wasn't the plot? I was assuming the Skeleton would need to take a trip with Bob into space real quick if he tries anything funny. He's just afraid cause he knows he'll lose.

Yes... I am still on board. I did not lose a fight with the Skeleton, moving on.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Rebooting the story? I'm getting a deja vu of poor Spider man... As long as you don't tell me the events that happened were some elaborate dream or other trash. Then as long as I stand and my greed is high enough. You can still count me and my psycho intelligent goblin strapped in and ready to fly into the next arc of the plot or die trying.
Oh yes, I suppose this was necessary...

Yes my master and supreme overlord

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Two week bump, is anyone even here still?

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

The fight was finally over, and in the best possible outcome. Not one of his team's Pokemon fainted. It was at this point Martin realized he didn't have the advantage on one single Pokemon in this fight. He got a bit carried away, still it worked out. Nincada was overjoyed at winning, jumping a small distance in the air in celebration. Dawkin was already letting out a small hoot and congratulating both sides on the fight. Martin turned towards Simon, who was dissapointed that it was over despite him still having a Pokemon who could... It probably was for the best to let the fight end before it was a one sided fight. Martin gave a smile and a thumbs up to Simon. "I thought you were trying to be the best, Simon. You'll have to do more work if you want to accomplish that. Not a bad idea being a wall in the fight."

Martin then took a few steps back to talk with the others, "That was the perfect way to start a journey. The combos, the action, the teamwork on both sides. It's a shame team battles aren't that common. I'll take that one for what it's worth, though. Alright Nincada, good work out here." Martin walked over to his Pokemon and patted his head. The hat was a little worn, but that can be replaced. He pulled out his Pokedex to look at it since it gave a notification earlier. 1000 Pokedollars, not bad for a fight. "Hey Kalmia, was there anything else we needed to stick around for, or can I just head off? The Infested Woods are calling out for me to find Nincada a new friend."

It might be a bit rude to want to head out early, but he was ready for this. The woods shouldn't be too much of a problem for someone who hikes often, especially one who came all the way here on foot. He considered calling back Nincada, but the Woods would likely be fine, being overgrown with trees and shade. It sounded like a lot of trainers here wanted to go to the same destination as well. So much for people playing it safe. Route 1 was his backup plan if for some reason he couldn't get through the Infested Woods. Charge forward into the unknown, but always have a back up plan. It took self control to stop Martin from jumping in the air and giving a cheer, he already messed up earlier.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

I was going to wait till The mysterious mages took us somewhere, but eh. Bob would stop what he's doing to give a speech that's too long and no one cares about that everyone loves hearing. Also, it gets something, anything to start rolling again. So that happened, good luck to the rat that thinks it's a good idea to tag along.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

From the sky and the very floors more came in. Some blue thing flew from the sky. Bob could respect that, it was his own personal method of quick escapes. What surprised and interested him was the small rat that was brave enough to come out of the rubble of the once proud Inn. Never one to leave the situation alone, he had to assert himself to the new abomination. Bob broke his steady pace with one of the mages, a blessing for the poor soul forced to drown his talking out. The first thing he noticed was the giant skeleton who was far too close for comfort walking less than an arms length behind him. Bob was very thankful he had a reason to look back and correct this before he had more dents in his armor. He walked close to Horace, keeping distance from him and keeping track of how far the mages were getting so he wouldn't be left behind.

"My, what a strange one you are. You wear no gear, nor have any wings. How exactly did you fly through the air? The first thought would be magic, but from how you landed, you would have to be really bad at that. People around here call me Bob, the ingrates. I'm the closest person to a leader around here since the orc over there beheaded what we could call the last smart one. Now you said something about animating objects? Now that is something interesting to me. I would love to hear more about how that works, and more importantly, how I can turn that into a new invention. Where are my manners? We are a group hired to do... Something, of which no one here knows what it is. The only one who knew was the dead half elf. Now that you're filled in, you might want to avoid the skeleton and the orc. Rather angry people, they are."

Bob was talking far too fast and too much as usual. The distance was growing from the mages and that was troubling, so he picked up his pace to catch up with them. His gear rattled and popped with more smoke billowing from his armor. The poor battery has been overworked again, a wonder how it still functions from how much it gets abused. Not even waiting for a reply, the blue thing was interesting, but not as much as the mages who stopped time. He already said his greetings, nothing else to add.