@Rune_Alchemist‘Oooh…!’ Alberto was wide-eyed as he got to play a bit with Ralia, poking the Pokémon lightly and playfully while reaching for those climbing on him to see if he could put one on his head or similar silly antics because he was finding this amazing.
‘Absolutely…!’ He responded to the claim Ralia’s adorable.
Meanwhile Lucia simply stood upright keeping her eyes more on Alberto right now, ignoring any other looks. Like, he was her most important priority right now, and playing was fine but she was keeping an eye on him just in case he did something she didn’t approve of. Didn’t seem like there was any problems with playing with Ralia.
‘… Hmpf!’ Yvonne made a self-content sound about being good at “skedaddling”.
‘I’m going to assume you mean practicing our contest performances. Very well. Then we’ll need a sufficiently private stage. How about-’‘Oh, I could borrow you my private one? It’s in the backstage area of the Dreamer Studi-’ Alberto started, raising his chin to the current discussion, but his interruption was interrupted by Yvonne continuing.
‘… we go out on Route 11 and find somewhere. I heard there are abandoned buildings out there. They should do. Okay, so I’m to pick type… but what categories are you prepared to compete in? Any, or are you focused?’ Yvonne asked Claire, giving a serious stare and a smirk.
‘Um.’ Alberto clearly wasn’t seeing the problem with his own proposition, looking over from Yvonne to Claire now, confused. Yvonne’s already directing one foot to start walking, if Claire would like to follow.
Would she?
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@EklispeWooper came out, aimed her shot, and Mud Shot was away!
‘Chu?’ The targeted Pichu raises it’s ears a little as it somehow senses the incoming shot of mud before-
The shot of mud impacts the Pichu, which is sent rolling into a tree and hits it, it’s eyes crossed out and out.
It’s Super Effective! Pichu fainted!
… That is, not in a state to be captured.
The remaining Pichus, panicked by the ambush, scattered, running in separate directions. So did the Pikachus, running as mouse tend to upon being attacked. Two of them, however, frowned notably and dashed up towards Wooper on four legs each and tail in the winds.
‘Pika-CHUUUUUUU…!’ They launched their Thundershocks, in their intentions to counter the attack. However, they clearly hadn’t taken done their type-matchup homework, because Wooper had absolutely nothing to fear from the yellow electrical bolts trying to zap her. The willpower to fight immediately drained from the expressions of the two attacking Pikachu, their legs breaking to stop and expressions replaced with doubtful ones. Ooops.
Anyways. The Pichus he was after were fleeing in three different directions and one was lying fainted. Two Pikachus had moved to attack, buuuut their violent intentions just went out along with their electric sparks as they hit Wooper. Now, what?
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@Joshua TamashiiAmelia let out her Pokémon, and they could feed as they liked. Now, Pokémon-food are sorted by kind of body rather than type, but there’s probably something in there that’s good for them. Charmander got its own little piece of food to eat, though Jacques wasn’t letting out any of his own Pokémon.
‘Oh?’ Jacques raised an eyebrow, looking at Amelia.
‘You can sense spirits, know when they’re around… you say?’ He then inspected her Pokémon as they came out, his eyes lingering on each. They stopped when he reached Phantump, considering.
‘That’s very interesting. Such abilities exist in minor amounts in various Mediums, but to that degree… I know of only three others. None of them is a fan of me. Granted, two of them aren’t particularly fans of anyone, but…’ He chuckles thinking about something, a personal joke, perhaps.
‘Oooh. Now I see.’ Charl commented, looking towards Litwick with a little smile.
‘Alright. I know what you were thinking. Hmm.’ He was clearly thinking about it, even if he wouldn’t be attempting it. Jacques, though, turned to look at Amelia again.
Now, Jacques has multiple questions that he’d wish to ask, but asking each one at a time would take ages, so here’s the questions that aren’t necessarily asked without waiting for Amelia’s answer in between.
‘I’m curious. Was there any particular way this ability manifested?’‘Do you have any interest in others who can do similar things? Anything you’d wish to ask them?’‘So, with that ability of yours… What are your ambitions? Anything that concerns your ghosts, perhaps? Fu-fu.’Jacques fairly naturally picked something from a somewhat higher price-class, like that’s just natural, while Charles took something more modest.
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@Pikmin EyeNow, Nincada doesn’t know Tackle. But a few Scratches later, intercepting the Zubats as they were descending to attack, the bat Pokémon were fainting or fleeing, and Martin was free to head on, Nincada a few exp-points richer.
Arriving in the corner of the cave with the pool, Bulbasaur came out and shot his Leech Seeds at the Slowpoke.
The Slowpoke was hit. The seeds started draining it.
Slowpoke didn’t move. The seeds continued draining it.
Slowpoke sat, not moving, dumb blank face looking at the wall. It didn’t seem to have noticed the-
‘SLOW!?’ The Slowpoke suddenly called out, startled, numerous seconds later than it felt reasonable that it should. It spun around, identifying the attacker and turned towards Sprout, a splash of water following it as the tail whipped out of the water. Making a (delayed) decision…
‘… POKE!’ Tail in the winds, the Slowpoke darted towards Sprout on four legs, intending on delivering a Tackle.
The rest of the Slowpokes didn’t seem to have noticed that there was suddenly a battle happening, sitting there so silently.
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