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It was at the last second that Freya noticed that Steph's hand retracted. A look of panicked realization fell upon her face. "Sorry! I was too focused on taking care of your Litwick." Instead of being offended by her blatant rudeness, the bogan instead wanted her phone number. A little odd considering that they likely haven't even said ten sentences to each other. "Oh, uh, I mean we just met so maybe a phone number would be a bit much. I wouldn't be opposed to a battle though, but one of them isn't exactly battle ready yet..."
While they walked and talked, they approached this makeshift stand that could hardly be called a stand and more like a crate that was converted into a table while some bald looking greasy guy with a bulbous red nose sat on a stool. He had this seedy, toothy grin as if he had caught some suckers hook, line, and sinker. And then Steph opened her mouth.
"Uh, dear customer I'm not entirely sure what you're saying, but if there are any concerns of legitimacy then worry not for I am allowed to sell Pokemon! Well, legal in the sense that as long as no one raises an issue with it." He muttered the last part to himself. Frankly speaking, this girl gave him bad vibes. His survival instincts told him that if he played his cards wrong that he would by the way of the Pokemon that made its home in the waters of the docks and be swimming with them if he was not careful.
"Discerning customer, I dare not dream to rip you off! Why, look at this specimen! He grabbed the Pokeball on the crate and with a click of the button, a little anthropoid with silver-ish blue and purple scales stood on it. Isn't he radiating such strength? Such bravery?"
Steph's Rotom Phone hovered in front of her and after a quick scan with the camera, it said:
However, Steph heard another Pokedex go off next to her and she saw that Freya's Rotom Phone was hovering in front of her reading off the same entry. Freya too was looking at Steph's phone. "Huh?"
@Xaltwind
Evelyn after making her purchase was left with 1000 P.
Anyway, with her shopping spree out of the way Evelyn decided to take her first steps as a trainer and leave Grand Glory. Deciding that south was her best bet, our aspiring model would make her way through the city.
She would see the city life of people and Pokemon going about their day, loud and ever bustling, but the closer she was to the city limits the activity lessened. The buildings also started to become smaller, more suburban until even these mundane homes disappeared too. The air became cleaner over time, free from the fumes and exhaust of vehicles. It was not long until she reached the official end of the city limits and stepped on a dirt path.
@Crusader Lord@Shazamrock
As they correctly guessed, they definitely would not fall down into the water because they would be metaphorically and literally be up to their chest in shit. Frankly speaking, the smell alone would have sent someone with less resolve or a weak stomach back onto the surface, but they certainly were neither of those things. What they certainly were though was smelly. However, the smell of unfettered shit that will cling to them was not a deterrent for their hunt for Pokemon.
Nils was spoiled for choice for which Rattata he could pick though he ended up going for one that was eating a half eaten pizza slice that it somehow dragged down. It guarded its slice jealously, the hairs on its back rose as it readied itself for battle.
Ratattas, including the Alolan variant. were not exactly bulky Pokemon. Shocker I know, so only one Smack Down was needed to bring the thieving rat down to low enough HP for Nils to feel confident to throw a Pokeball at it. With a bonk to the head, the Pokeball opened up and absorbed it in a flash of red light and then fell to the ground. It began to shake.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Meanwhile, psychic numero uno was hunting after sentient slime and trash. First up was one of those Alolan Grimers. It was prowling around looking for more Trubbish to feast upon in its quest to purge the sewers of trash when Sir Lopsalot started to wail on the sludge pile with Power Up Punches. It retaliated by releasing a cloud of poisonous gas from its mouth that when breathed in would inflict the poison status. Luckily, it missed and the Buneary was able to get another hit in. Weirdly enough, it looked like with each hit that it was able to recover just a little bit of health though the Buneary's stacking attack boosts quickly outpaced it. When its health was low enough, Clarissa threw her Pokeball and it bounced off the slime with a wet sound before it was absorbed into the Pokeball.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
And then she went after the bipedal trash bag that was running for its life. Not from the Grimers, but from the murder bunny that was chasing after it. It jumped and turned back, shooting off a cloud of poison gas at the Buneary just like the Grimer she caught earlier. However, this time luck was not on Sir Lopsalot's side as he breathed in the toxic fumes and was inflicted with the poison status. Not like it saved the trash bag from getting walloped in the face by a punch from one of the bunny's ears though it retaliated with a Pound attack hitting the rabbit for some damage.
Eventually though the Trubbish was weakened enough where Clarissa felt comfortable enough to throw a Pokeball at it. It was absorbed and the ball fell to the ground, shaking.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Well, now what? That creepy crying deep in these smelly sewers wasn't going to find itself.
@GremlinAgain@baraquiel
Despite its evasion being boosted, Rift was able to beat the odds and was able to swipe its claws against the plantlike exterior of the Cacnea. It cried out in pain as Rift's claws dug into the sentient cactus.
The veins in Sven's head bulged from both frustration and annoyance. "You little punks! Don't act as if you already won! I-I'm just getting started!" He shouted at them, pointing his finger at them while shouting his declaration as if he wasn't one foot in the proverbial grave. "Cacnea! Use Absorb the on Zorua and maintain your distance!"
The little bulbous cactus jumped back to maintain distance between it and the Zorua. It held its arms out forward and the spikes around its wrist glowed with red energy before it shot a volley of red beams at the dark-type. While it was trying to maintain distance, it had the same problem as its partner that just got knocked out. However, the Cacnea had only received only a lick of damage while Rift and Bravos were being chipped by the sandstorm.
How do they react? And what would their special combo attack be?
@Zarkun
The old woman watched as the aspiring champ, taking her words to heart, set off to try to find the mysterious blue blur. "...It'll be okay, right?"
While Jason walked through the trees, he could not shake the feeling that something was watching him. That something was burning its gaze through him though he could not tell where it was watching him from. Once he sat down to catch his breath, it would have been fair to assume that his words fell upon deaf ears, except that feeling that something was watching grew stronger. In fact, just behind one of the trees across from the clearing he could see a little blue head with a black marking on its fur that resembled a mask. It's head had two triangular ears that stood upright while two black protrusions hung from its face.
"Olu?"
Jason Rotom Phone hovered next to him and with its robotic voice said the following:
#447-Riolu, the Emanation Pokemon. It has the peculiar power of being able to see emotions, such as joy and rage, in the form of waves. They communicate with one another using their auras.
While Jason could see the mystery Pokemon, it made no attempts to approach him.
What does he do?
@Crimson Flame@Joshua Tamashii
With the grace of someone who probably practiced his Pokeball throws in front of a full length mirror, Valarian threw the Pokeball at the Petilil. It smacked the living bulb square between the eyes, bouncing up into the air before it opened up and absorbed the grass type in a beam of red light. It landed on the soft grass and began to shake.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Well, now what? What do smol spooky girl and the fairy prince do?
@Zapdos@CitrusArms
The receptionist expected many things to happen today, most of them being mundane and routine. However, what they had not expected was for a 6'2 Kantoian boy built like a shit brick house to sit on their desk and blatantly make threats in broad daylight like he was part of the Yakuza. David had the receptionist sweating buckets, not exactly sure how they were supposed to respond to this situation. No one ever told them that being a receptionist in a fancy apartment complex would mean having to deal with casual threats like this!
However, like a ray of civility Regan interrupted the situation and told that hoodlum off. Their eyes sparkled with approval, completely unaware that this unintentional good cop/bad cop dynamic had totally played them like a damn fiddle. "Well, I see that you are much more reasonable than your companion." They gave David a side eye before they returned to conversing with Regan. "I can hire you as a freelancer, even your... friend here if he still would oblige my conditions. So, let's talk brass tacks. What do you want for payment?"
Let the negotiations begin!
Also as a side note, there was a sign on the wall that gave directions to the facilities in the building. There was indeed a pool. Make of that what you will.
It was at the last second that Freya noticed that Steph's hand retracted. A look of panicked realization fell upon her face. "Sorry! I was too focused on taking care of your Litwick." Instead of being offended by her blatant rudeness, the bogan instead wanted her phone number. A little odd considering that they likely haven't even said ten sentences to each other. "Oh, uh, I mean we just met so maybe a phone number would be a bit much. I wouldn't be opposed to a battle though, but one of them isn't exactly battle ready yet..."
While they walked and talked, they approached this makeshift stand that could hardly be called a stand and more like a crate that was converted into a table while some bald looking greasy guy with a bulbous red nose sat on a stool. He had this seedy, toothy grin as if he had caught some suckers hook, line, and sinker. And then Steph opened her mouth.
"Uh, dear customer I'm not entirely sure what you're saying, but if there are any concerns of legitimacy then worry not for I am allowed to sell Pokemon! Well, legal in the sense that as long as no one raises an issue with it." He muttered the last part to himself. Frankly speaking, this girl gave him bad vibes. His survival instincts told him that if he played his cards wrong that he would by the way of the Pokemon that made its home in the waters of the docks and be swimming with them if he was not careful.
"Discerning customer, I dare not dream to rip you off! Why, look at this specimen! He grabbed the Pokeball on the crate and with a click of the button, a little anthropoid with silver-ish blue and purple scales stood on it. Isn't he radiating such strength? Such bravery?"
Steph's Rotom Phone hovered in front of her and after a quick scan with the camera, it said:
Pokedex Entry #767- Wimpod, the Turn Tail Pokémon. Wimpod gather in swarms, constantly on the lookout for danger. They scatter the moment they detect an enemy's presence. It's nature's cleaner—it eats anything and everything, including garbage and rotten things.
However, Steph heard another Pokedex go off next to her and she saw that Freya's Rotom Phone was hovering in front of her reading off the same entry. Freya too was looking at Steph's phone. "Huh?"
@Xaltwind
Evelyn after making her purchase was left with 1000 P.
Anyway, with her shopping spree out of the way Evelyn decided to take her first steps as a trainer and leave Grand Glory. Deciding that south was her best bet, our aspiring model would make her way through the city.
She would see the city life of people and Pokemon going about their day, loud and ever bustling, but the closer she was to the city limits the activity lessened. The buildings also started to become smaller, more suburban until even these mundane homes disappeared too. The air became cleaner over time, free from the fumes and exhaust of vehicles. It was not long until she reached the official end of the city limits and stepped on a dirt path.
@Crusader Lord@Shazamrock
As they correctly guessed, they definitely would not fall down into the water because they would be metaphorically and literally be up to their chest in shit. Frankly speaking, the smell alone would have sent someone with less resolve or a weak stomach back onto the surface, but they certainly were neither of those things. What they certainly were though was smelly. However, the smell of unfettered shit that will cling to them was not a deterrent for their hunt for Pokemon.
Nils was spoiled for choice for which Rattata he could pick though he ended up going for one that was eating a half eaten pizza slice that it somehow dragged down. It guarded its slice jealously, the hairs on its back rose as it readied itself for battle.
Ratattas, including the Alolan variant. were not exactly bulky Pokemon. Shocker I know, so only one Smack Down was needed to bring the thieving rat down to low enough HP for Nils to feel confident to throw a Pokeball at it. With a bonk to the head, the Pokeball opened up and absorbed it in a flash of red light and then fell to the ground. It began to shake.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Meanwhile, psychic numero uno was hunting after sentient slime and trash. First up was one of those Alolan Grimers. It was prowling around looking for more Trubbish to feast upon in its quest to purge the sewers of trash when Sir Lopsalot started to wail on the sludge pile with Power Up Punches. It retaliated by releasing a cloud of poisonous gas from its mouth that when breathed in would inflict the poison status. Luckily, it missed and the Buneary was able to get another hit in. Weirdly enough, it looked like with each hit that it was able to recover just a little bit of health though the Buneary's stacking attack boosts quickly outpaced it. When its health was low enough, Clarissa threw her Pokeball and it bounced off the slime with a wet sound before it was absorbed into the Pokeball.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
And then she went after the bipedal trash bag that was running for its life. Not from the Grimers, but from the murder bunny that was chasing after it. It jumped and turned back, shooting off a cloud of poison gas at the Buneary just like the Grimer she caught earlier. However, this time luck was not on Sir Lopsalot's side as he breathed in the toxic fumes and was inflicted with the poison status. Not like it saved the trash bag from getting walloped in the face by a punch from one of the bunny's ears though it retaliated with a Pound attack hitting the rabbit for some damage.
Eventually though the Trubbish was weakened enough where Clarissa felt comfortable enough to throw a Pokeball at it. It was absorbed and the ball fell to the ground, shaking.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Well, now what? That creepy crying deep in these smelly sewers wasn't going to find itself.
@GremlinAgain@baraquiel
Despite its evasion being boosted, Rift was able to beat the odds and was able to swipe its claws against the plantlike exterior of the Cacnea. It cried out in pain as Rift's claws dug into the sentient cactus.
The veins in Sven's head bulged from both frustration and annoyance. "You little punks! Don't act as if you already won! I-I'm just getting started!" He shouted at them, pointing his finger at them while shouting his declaration as if he wasn't one foot in the proverbial grave. "Cacnea! Use Absorb the on Zorua and maintain your distance!"
The little bulbous cactus jumped back to maintain distance between it and the Zorua. It held its arms out forward and the spikes around its wrist glowed with red energy before it shot a volley of red beams at the dark-type. While it was trying to maintain distance, it had the same problem as its partner that just got knocked out. However, the Cacnea had only received only a lick of damage while Rift and Bravos were being chipped by the sandstorm.
How do they react? And what would their special combo attack be?
@Zarkun
The old woman watched as the aspiring champ, taking her words to heart, set off to try to find the mysterious blue blur. "...It'll be okay, right?"
While Jason walked through the trees, he could not shake the feeling that something was watching him. That something was burning its gaze through him though he could not tell where it was watching him from. Once he sat down to catch his breath, it would have been fair to assume that his words fell upon deaf ears, except that feeling that something was watching grew stronger. In fact, just behind one of the trees across from the clearing he could see a little blue head with a black marking on its fur that resembled a mask. It's head had two triangular ears that stood upright while two black protrusions hung from its face.
"Olu?"
Jason Rotom Phone hovered next to him and with its robotic voice said the following:
#447-Riolu, the Emanation Pokemon. It has the peculiar power of being able to see emotions, such as joy and rage, in the form of waves. They communicate with one another using their auras.
While Jason could see the mystery Pokemon, it made no attempts to approach him.
What does he do?
@Crimson Flame@Joshua Tamashii
With the grace of someone who probably practiced his Pokeball throws in front of a full length mirror, Valarian threw the Pokeball at the Petilil. It smacked the living bulb square between the eyes, bouncing up into the air before it opened up and absorbed the grass type in a beam of red light. It landed on the soft grass and began to shake.
It shook once...
It shook twice...
It shook thrice!
Well, now what? What do smol spooky girl and the fairy prince do?
@Zapdos@CitrusArms
The receptionist expected many things to happen today, most of them being mundane and routine. However, what they had not expected was for a 6'2 Kantoian boy built like a shit brick house to sit on their desk and blatantly make threats in broad daylight like he was part of the Yakuza. David had the receptionist sweating buckets, not exactly sure how they were supposed to respond to this situation. No one ever told them that being a receptionist in a fancy apartment complex would mean having to deal with casual threats like this!
However, like a ray of civility Regan interrupted the situation and told that hoodlum off. Their eyes sparkled with approval, completely unaware that this unintentional good cop/bad cop dynamic had totally played them like a damn fiddle. "Well, I see that you are much more reasonable than your companion." They gave David a side eye before they returned to conversing with Regan. "I can hire you as a freelancer, even your... friend here if he still would oblige my conditions. So, let's talk brass tacks. What do you want for payment?"
Let the negotiations begin!
Also as a side note, there was a sign on the wall that gave directions to the facilities in the building. There was indeed a pool. Make of that what you will.
