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@Xaltwind
It's all good my dude. Take your time.
It's all good my dude. Take your time.
Alrighty, just posting for those who have posted and who aren't waiting on others. If you do post after this I'll make a separate one for y'all!
@Goggy
With large arms like those, Atlas certainly could block the clump of sand and grit thrown up to its very robotic face. Its instincts were also correct; the Farfetch'd leaped towards the Golett in a moment where it thought it had found an opening and was ready to swing its leek down towards it with a Night Slash. What the bird had not expected was that Atlas had expected this and threw back the gravel and dirt back at its face, crying out in surprise and annoyance. Its troubles were far from over when Atlat stepped forward and putting its rotund back into it threw a flaming fist square in the duck's stomach. A critical hit.
The audience gasped collectively as they watched their champion tumble backwards on the hard concrete. Then there was silence. It hung heavily in the air as the audience watched the bated breath to see if the leek wielding warrior would stand up again.
Its feathery wing twitched and then gripped its girthy plant based weapon and stood up with a cocky grin. The audience went wild, crying out with cheers of support for their hometown hero. There was a visible burned imprint of Atlas' fist where its feathers were and it looked like it hurt a lot.
"Fetch'd!" It cried in violent delight as it charged towards Atlas with dark energy channeling along the leek for another Night Slash.
Atlas knew what this was, any natural born fighter would know. This Farfectch'd was putting everything it had into this one attack, knowing that it could not win otherwise.
Would Atlas and Vivian respect its resolve?
@Xaltwind
Despite all of her incessant screaming, the Spinnarak looked unperturbed. It was as if it wasn't even looking at her to begin with. Upon closer inspection, she would realize that its eyes really were not glowing white. They just looked like glassy spheres of white though there were purple pupils that sat in the middle of them looking through her and her Pokemon. While it certainly had blade-like legs, they certainly were not large enough to make cuts as big and as deep as the ones that were on the tree.
There was of course, the obvious other factor. This thing smelled nothing like the scent it was following earlier. In fact, it would have made her Growlithe distressed, perhaps it whined or barked because it knew exactly where that scent was.
It was above them.
Before any of them could react, the Spinnarak shot a glimmering strand of silk at Evelyn's chest and quickly tugged her down. The next thing she knew, she felt something cut through the air where her head was.
A blur skidded along the ground and eventually came to a halt. It was a big bug, standing nearly five feet tall with a sleek green body with cream sections connecting its limbs and thorax together. Its wings were large and delicate yet they looked like they would flutter at unimaginably high speeds. And those arms, evolved through the ages to become sharp sickles to cleave through its prey. This thing was built for fighting, to shred anything in its path like the apex predator it was and it stared her down with its black piercing gaze.
Her Rotom Phone hovered in front of her and read out the following entry:
"Scyther!" It shouted out with the clearest visage of hatred that Evelyn would have ever seen in her life. It charged towards her at high speed once again, its blade keen to make its mark this time.
What does Evelyn do?
@Zarkun
"Lou!" It cried out in pain as it rolled back from the fairy-type imbued sound wave. Quickly it stood up even while weakened ready to fight and then it met Jason's confused gaze with its own. "Lou?" It was as if it was asking why the fight wasn't over yet. Jason had clearly won the battle or at the very least had the upper hand. By all rights it should have been fighting its way out of the ball like every other trainer.
"You hesitate," said a very familiar elderly voice from behind Jason. The old woman that he spoke to before was standing behind him as if she just poofed into existence like some sort of apparition. "Pardon my intrusion once again. Let's just say that I have a vested interest in helping young trainers just like you grow." She said with an aged smile as her glance fell upon the Riolu he was just fighting. "Most trainers would be chomping at the bit to find such a rare Pokemon and yet, you lack conviction to catch it. What's on your mind?"
Well, how does Jason respond?
@GremlinAgain
The Yamper just watched Audrey squeal out in joy without a thought behind its eyes. Friend! It thought to itself and then it saw Rift appear from its Pokeball. Fighty friend!
That sweet, dopey expression the Yamper became sharper, its brow furrowed determinedly as it locked the hell in. Of course, Rift was so much faster than the electric corgi by virtue of actually being built for speed when compared to the literal loaf with feet. Rift's claws scratched at the Yamper, inflicting a moderate amount of damage.
"Yamp!" it cried out in pain, but it grit its teeth and sparks of electricity crackled around its body. It threw itself at Rift ready to Nuzzle it for very little damage, giving it the ever annoying paralysis status effect.
How does Audrey wish to proceed?
(GM: Side note, if you wish to turn this into a quick capture just let me know.)
@baraquiel
Well off to the farm!
Archie would walk down the road a bit, which was a bit of a steep decline as he was going downhill. It was quite the pleasant walk along the flowers and fresh air, something much different than the dry air of Edda that was a consequence of living right on the border of a desert. Eventually, he would arrive down at what looked like a stereotypical ranch; a series of massive red wooden buildings with Pokemon contained in these enclosures. They were most definitely not wild Pokemon so they could not be captured, but that does not mean they can't be obtained.
In one partition, there were two kinds of Pokemon that looked very similar; they were both wooly things though one species had a white coat and another with a yellow coat.
There were two pens where pink, round bovines were separated from these fierce bulls with three tails. For some reason, looking at the pink cows would instill a primal fear that would be hard to explain as if a collective consciousness had experienced their wrath.
Then there were these little orange chickens walking around by a coop pecking ground. One got the feeling that if it were safe, they would have lined it with asbestos lest they set the coop ablaze.
Eventually after walking through the property, he would see a man in a red flannel with denim overalls over it and black boots. He was lifting bales of hay and tossing them onto the back of a truck. Now this man had an imposing figure; he easily towered over Archey, which was not really much a task but this man easily made his parents look puny by comparison. He barrel chested, and had arms and legs that like steel girders that looked like they could crush rock. His bearded face punctuated a stern, no nonsense expression.
He had only just noticed Archie and looked like he told his barn hand to finish the job and walked over to the fledgling trainer.
"Can I help you, boy?" He said with a very commanding tone. He sounded like gravel being dropped onto charcoal.
What does Archie say?
With large arms like those, Atlas certainly could block the clump of sand and grit thrown up to its very robotic face. Its instincts were also correct; the Farfetch'd leaped towards the Golett in a moment where it thought it had found an opening and was ready to swing its leek down towards it with a Night Slash. What the bird had not expected was that Atlas had expected this and threw back the gravel and dirt back at its face, crying out in surprise and annoyance. Its troubles were far from over when Atlat stepped forward and putting its rotund back into it threw a flaming fist square in the duck's stomach. A critical hit.
The audience gasped collectively as they watched their champion tumble backwards on the hard concrete. Then there was silence. It hung heavily in the air as the audience watched the bated breath to see if the leek wielding warrior would stand up again.
Its feathery wing twitched and then gripped its girthy plant based weapon and stood up with a cocky grin. The audience went wild, crying out with cheers of support for their hometown hero. There was a visible burned imprint of Atlas' fist where its feathers were and it looked like it hurt a lot.
The Farfetch'd was burned!
"Fetch'd!" It cried in violent delight as it charged towards Atlas with dark energy channeling along the leek for another Night Slash.
Atlas knew what this was, any natural born fighter would know. This Farfectch'd was putting everything it had into this one attack, knowing that it could not win otherwise.
Would Atlas and Vivian respect its resolve?
@Xaltwind
Despite all of her incessant screaming, the Spinnarak looked unperturbed. It was as if it wasn't even looking at her to begin with. Upon closer inspection, she would realize that its eyes really were not glowing white. They just looked like glassy spheres of white though there were purple pupils that sat in the middle of them looking through her and her Pokemon. While it certainly had blade-like legs, they certainly were not large enough to make cuts as big and as deep as the ones that were on the tree.
There was of course, the obvious other factor. This thing smelled nothing like the scent it was following earlier. In fact, it would have made her Growlithe distressed, perhaps it whined or barked because it knew exactly where that scent was.
It was above them.
Before any of them could react, the Spinnarak shot a glimmering strand of silk at Evelyn's chest and quickly tugged her down. The next thing she knew, she felt something cut through the air where her head was.
A blur skidded along the ground and eventually came to a halt. It was a big bug, standing nearly five feet tall with a sleek green body with cream sections connecting its limbs and thorax together. Its wings were large and delicate yet they looked like they would flutter at unimaginably high speeds. And those arms, evolved through the ages to become sharp sickles to cleave through its prey. This thing was built for fighting, to shred anything in its path like the apex predator it was and it stared her down with its black piercing gaze.
Her Rotom Phone hovered in front of her and read out the following entry:
Pokedex Entry #123- Sycther, the Mantis Pokémon. Some call it a ninja. Its movements— imperceptibly quick—are sufficient to cleave the air in two. Its two sharp scythes are more than just weapons. It uses them with dexterity to dress its prey before eating.
"Scyther!" It shouted out with the clearest visage of hatred that Evelyn would have ever seen in her life. It charged towards her at high speed once again, its blade keen to make its mark this time.
What does Evelyn do?
@Zarkun
"Lou!" It cried out in pain as it rolled back from the fairy-type imbued sound wave. Quickly it stood up even while weakened ready to fight and then it met Jason's confused gaze with its own. "Lou?" It was as if it was asking why the fight wasn't over yet. Jason had clearly won the battle or at the very least had the upper hand. By all rights it should have been fighting its way out of the ball like every other trainer.
"You hesitate," said a very familiar elderly voice from behind Jason. The old woman that he spoke to before was standing behind him as if she just poofed into existence like some sort of apparition. "Pardon my intrusion once again. Let's just say that I have a vested interest in helping young trainers just like you grow." She said with an aged smile as her glance fell upon the Riolu he was just fighting. "Most trainers would be chomping at the bit to find such a rare Pokemon and yet, you lack conviction to catch it. What's on your mind?"
Well, how does Jason respond?
@GremlinAgain
The Yamper just watched Audrey squeal out in joy without a thought behind its eyes. Friend! It thought to itself and then it saw Rift appear from its Pokeball. Fighty friend!
That sweet, dopey expression the Yamper became sharper, its brow furrowed determinedly as it locked the hell in. Of course, Rift was so much faster than the electric corgi by virtue of actually being built for speed when compared to the literal loaf with feet. Rift's claws scratched at the Yamper, inflicting a moderate amount of damage.
"Yamp!" it cried out in pain, but it grit its teeth and sparks of electricity crackled around its body. It threw itself at Rift ready to Nuzzle it for very little damage, giving it the ever annoying paralysis status effect.
How does Audrey wish to proceed?
(GM: Side note, if you wish to turn this into a quick capture just let me know.)
@baraquiel
Well off to the farm!
Archie would walk down the road a bit, which was a bit of a steep decline as he was going downhill. It was quite the pleasant walk along the flowers and fresh air, something much different than the dry air of Edda that was a consequence of living right on the border of a desert. Eventually, he would arrive down at what looked like a stereotypical ranch; a series of massive red wooden buildings with Pokemon contained in these enclosures. They were most definitely not wild Pokemon so they could not be captured, but that does not mean they can't be obtained.
In one partition, there were two kinds of Pokemon that looked very similar; they were both wooly things though one species had a white coat and another with a yellow coat.
Pokédex Entry #179 – Mareep, the Wool Pokemon. Clothing made from Mareep's fleece is easily charged with static electricity, so a special process is used on it. The more static electricity is charged, the more brightly the light bulb at the tip of its tail glows.
Pokédex Entry #831 – Wooloo, the Sheep Pokemon. Its curly fleece is such an effective cushion that this Pokémon could fall off a cliff and stand right back up at the bottom, unharmed. If its fleece grows too long, Wooloo won't be able to move. Cloth made with the wool of this Pokémon is surprisingly strong.
There were two pens where pink, round bovines were separated from these fierce bulls with three tails. For some reason, looking at the pink cows would instill a primal fear that would be hard to explain as if a collective consciousness had experienced their wrath.
Pokédex Entry #241 – Miltank, the Milk Cow Pokemon. Miltank produces highly nutritious milk, so it's been supporting the lives of people and other Pokémon since ancient times. This Pokémon needs to be milked every day, or else it will fall ill. The flavor of Miltank milk changes with the seasons.
Pokédex Entry #128 – Tauros, the Wild Bull Pokemon. When Tauros begins whipping itself with its tails, it's a warning that the Pokémon is about to charge with astounding speed. Once it takes aim at its foe, it makes a headlong charge. It is famous for its violent nature.
Then there were these little orange chickens walking around by a coop pecking ground. One got the feeling that if it were safe, they would have lined it with asbestos lest they set the coop ablaze.
Pokédex Entry #255 – Torchic, the Chick Pokemon. Torchic sticks with its Trainer, following behind with unsteady steps. This Pokémon breathes fire of over 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit, including fireballs that leave the foe scorched black. It has a place inside its body where it keeps its flame. Give it a hug—it will be glowing with warmth. This Pokémon is covered all over by a fluffy coat of down.
Eventually after walking through the property, he would see a man in a red flannel with denim overalls over it and black boots. He was lifting bales of hay and tossing them onto the back of a truck. Now this man had an imposing figure; he easily towered over Archey, which was not really much a task but this man easily made his parents look puny by comparison. He barrel chested, and had arms and legs that like steel girders that looked like they could crush rock. His bearded face punctuated a stern, no nonsense expression.
He had only just noticed Archie and looked like he told his barn hand to finish the job and walked over to the fledgling trainer.
"Can I help you, boy?" He said with a very commanding tone. He sounded like gravel being dropped onto charcoal.
What does Archie say?
I'll put down a tentative maybe.
Oh great, the first one sent back in time he speaks too and he doesn't give a flying fuck about anything.
Rodin could feel a headache come along. This day really was already too long. "Pretense is what shields us from unsavory rumors of us being madmen and I for one cannot afford to be seen as one for the sake of my own family. I've acted out of character enough as it is." He understood that Ferrucio really had nothing to lose and maybe it was for the best if he got the chance to live a bit more freely than he possibly ever could in his past life. Rodin though had no such luxuries. Still, there was hope to at least talk some sense into his cousin in some respects of his line of thinking.
"It's also just as equally possible that we'll just make things worse if by some miracle we were able to convince them. We are an impossible existence and the effects that our actions may bring about unwanted change when we are not ready." Surely there were consequences to their sudden presence in the past. They were beings that were outside of fate, so whatever meddling they played now could have disastrous consequences until they knew more. Well, that was something for another time though. For now, he could at least appreciate having his life back for now.
Rodin smiled at Ferrucio and patted him on the shoulder. "But I do understand your distaste. I would be grateful to share a lunch table with you. The offer still stands though. You'll always be welcomed by my family."
His gaze then fell upon Lucas who was just standing there the whole time. You know, after Rodin called him over. "Ah, my apologies. I called you over, but I ended up ignoring you. As you can see, the topic of conversation is quite heavy, but I am sure you are quite aware of it already. After all, your skills are far more honed than before. As is your tongue. Where did you learn to talk like that?"
Basil followed suit, his eyes never breaking contact with his nameless foe. His heart was thumping between his ears though that was not enough to drown out his thoughts. This guy was strong, strong enough that Stella felt the need to hide from him. That was a fact that he could not ignore, but he needed to win no matter what. No, he had to win. It wasn't just his pride on the line. If Stella was watching, then she needed to see that he would not only stand up to her pursuers. He needed to show her that he could win.
There was only one Pokemon on his person that Basil could even consider to bring out to beat this guy. The young noble grabbed a Pokeball from his belt and tossed it into the air at the very same time and out came with a victorious cry was Glory the Hawlucha who was about to strike a poke when it sensed the overwhelming strength of its opponent. Basil too gritted his teeth as he glanced down at his Pokedex and saw the absurd level that this little psychic type was.
"What the hell? Are you a kid that hacked a video game or something?" He said with an exasperated chuckle. However, he was not one to notice something very strange about all of this. A first stage psychic type that was completely over leveled, just like Stella. There was no way that was a coincidence. "Truly irredeemable."
"Hawlucha?" The bird understandably looked back at his trainer wondering what in the world was going through his mind.
Basil took a deep breath and pushed his hair back with both hands as he focused only forward with determination sharpening his gaze. "We don't need to beat it. We just have to beat him. Wait on my mark, we only have one chance to win." There was one thing that Basil understood from the moment that he accepted this challenge: he was not going to win by normal means. He really was going to have to back his words up and go deep into his soul to win by any means necessary.
"Hawlucha!" It nodded, understanding from his trainer's gaze that this was not a battle about honor or glory by combat. There was purpose in his awkward trainer's gaze, a rage that he had never seen before and it was all directed towards that man. The Hawlucha entered its stance, waiting for Basil's order.
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