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Post by Coyote on Apr 15, 2010 0:19:20 GMT -7
vs Growlithe 91% Health 80% Energy Natu 89% Health 80% Energy Natu shot into the air and prepared its Shadow Ball. Solo crouched down, wiggled his little rump and leaped after it, barely managing to clamp his teeth down on the little bird with Bite. They landed, and Natu released his Shadow ball right into Solo's mouth. The fire puppy coughed and spat the bird out before lunging with another Bite. ...Well, Solo was a young pup. He'd learn soon enough not to make the same mistake twice. With another Shadow Ball down his gullet, he flung Natu to the side and coughed a bit until he got his breath back. This gave Natu a chance to recover as well. Growlithe 75% Health 41% Energy Natu 65% Health 47% Energy (p.s. Shadow Balls are not tasty; they taste like smog and cold air)
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Post by Rei on Apr 15, 2010 0:37:55 GMT -7
"Don't let him get away. Jump on it, try to get behind. Don't let Natu get into the air or get away from you, your strength is in close combat for now!" Rei commanded. Solo seemed to wince slightly at the thought of being anywhere near another Shadow Ball, and his trainer could only imagine that he had eaten enough attacks to be done with Shadow Balls for the rest of his life. However, she also knew that experience would make him wiser and stronger. And, in the end, safer.
"Bear with it, you're doing great!" she added in an uncharacteristic display of encouragement. This seemed to cause Solo to perk up a little. Hopefully, he would re-double his efforts as well.
[Bite // Bite // Bite]
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Post by Varheit on Apr 15, 2010 18:49:18 GMT -7
The young Natu began paniccing, sensing it's impending defeat it flew higher, attempting to escape pursuit when it noticed it's master's hand signal to return. "Come here Cricket." he signaled, a quick gesture at the ground.
"Call your Growlithe off Rei, this fight is over, you'll win in no time." Varheit said with a bow. "Very good, you press the attack well and you know a psychic types greatest weakness, I can see I left the force in good hands." he said with a smile, returning his pokemon to it's ball.
"Perhaps we can fight again sometime, it's been a while since I found someone who knew what they were doing to train with. Thank you for the match." placing his pokeball back in it's briefcase then taking his cane up." What would you say we talk further over dinner?
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Post by Rei on Apr 15, 2010 20:07:51 GMT -7
"Solo, halt!" Rei called as the battle came to an abrupt end. She felt slightly bitter and angry over having the battle stopped when it had been completely in her favor, but in the end, it was probably better for Solo in the long end. The puppy skidded to a stop mid-flight towards Natu, coming to lie on his belly, tail wagging slightly as his mouth opened in a heavy pant. He coughed a little, but he looked non-the-worse for wear. The energy used to battle was a little startling to Rei, however. "Morning Sun," she directed as Varheit spoke of battling another time. Slowly, she nodded, letting go of her bitterness, forcing a smile at his suggestion. Solo began to glow brilliantly under the sun's rays, his wounds fading away as the glow seemed to creep into his fur, leaving a brilliant shimmer in his coat as an after effect. Raising her own Pokeball, she recalled Solo for a break to restore his energy. "It was my pleasure, Varheit," she replied, her stiff smiling relaxing a little. "Dinner would be wonderful, but I have to stop by back in town. About now, the raffle should be ending and I'm wondering if I won anything." She clipped the Pokeball to her belt, taking a quick note in her journal before looking back up at him, making certain he didn't see what she had written, as if shy. "Would you mind stopping by the event along the way?" Growlithe advanced to level 6 and learned Ember
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Post by Varheit on Apr 15, 2010 21:09:35 GMT -7
"Sounds like a plan, I've signed up, too" He said with a broad grin. "I do apologize for forfeiting, but you were the obvious victor and I hate to see a pokemon needlessly trounced, I'm sure to get it from Cricket next time he's out but I've never been one to continue a battle that can't be won, and your Growlithe had the edge from move one."
Varheit shuffled his feet nervously, suddenly aware of the time and eyeing his watch as the afternoon dragged on"Hmm, you know, I think you're right, it's about time we got to the raffle. Shall we take our leave Rei?" Stepping out on the path ahead as he swung his suitcase lazily at his side.
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Post by Rei on Apr 15, 2010 21:23:45 GMT -7
"I understand," Rei let out a sigh as she followed him. "Solo probably won't care, but I'm just a completion-ist. Doing something halfway leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I hope you don't take it personally," she offered him a shy smile, momentarily breaking her otherwise stoic expression as she lowered her head to gaze at him over her sunglasses, allowing him to momentarily see her eyes.
"So, how lucky are you feeling today?" she inquired, starting down the path as she kept to his side. "Cause, personally, I've never been lucky at anything. I might get a rock or something from the raffle."
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Post by Varheit on Apr 15, 2010 21:30:12 GMT -7
"I think I'm feeling pretty lucky* He said as he turned and flashed a grin. "And I'm pretty sure that a rock type pokemon wouldn't be so bad. Besides, you can't have good luck if you don't look for it you know. It's science, people who believe they're lucky tend to have better luck." And with that he headed towards the grounds where the raffle was being held.
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Post by Malkov on Apr 15, 2010 22:21:00 GMT -7
Madoc squinted in the bright sunlight. His shoes were muddy from hunting his swinub, Stinky, through a creekbed, and a little white moth had gotten stuck in the sun-faded tips of his bright green mohawk, making him look more disheveled. Absently, he dusted the entrapped lepidopteran from it's punky perch. "Sorry." he muttered. Madoc wiped his muddy hand on his trousers, feeling the weight of his belt, and Stinky's ball--which contained a few carrots as well, in it's proper place. "Now, where is that town?" Madoc said to his psyduck, who wasn't there. He spun around in place a few times, like a dog chasing it's tail or preparing to lie down, looking for Agares, but the demonic duck was dissapeared. This depressed Madoc, and with a sigh, he shuffled into town, which he discovered hiding behind a few bushes. Hoping the dry dust of the road would stick to the mud and help clean it off, or at least hide it, he drug his feet heavily a few times, making a scrape shuffle slide sound, not unlike slippered feet on smooth floor dancing to the rhythm of thorazine... The sound of civilization--a melody of birdsong, words, and squealing, came to Madoc's ears in brilliant stereo as the town wrapped it's inviting arms around his path. In the Pokemon market, he peered about for his beloved psyduck, Agares, hardly noticing the many fine and healthy pokemon trying to entertain themselves without getting into trouble. Pulling his shades down his nose, he let the sky return to blue as the red lenses only covered the ground before him as he peered towards the rec center, though his view was momentarily blocked by a snorlax on a cart. Madoc laughed through his nose at the sight. The big blue bulk was slowly moving backward, and Madoc shoved his shades back up his nose, letting the dozing pokemon turn brilliant purple. The sight of the rec center brought him out of his psychedelic moment, and he jammed his hand into his pocket, sidestepping a squirtle and giving the little guy a thumbs up/ "Nice shades." Madoc said, and hopped lightly up the steps into the rec center, the prospect of getting out of the bright sun appealing, as his hair acted much like the fin of a dimetredon, causing his brain to overheat. At least, that's what he figured it was. Madoc gave the uniformed man under the "Raffle" sign an appraising look. Unable to come up with any descriptive word for the private besides "average" he sincerely hoped--for young Private Public's sake--that his qualities would prove otherwise after more thorough investigation. The private watched, his disdain cleverly hidden behind the best poker face in ten miles (the general being temporarily away), as this punk walked up, fishing in his pocket as if scratching an itch. Everything about him was odd. The way he walked crookedly, his arm awkwardly hooked around a pokeball on his belt in the worst place, his fingers visible through faded tight denim that was slashed and stringy-white in a way that simultaneously roused the private's distaste of sloppiness and his jealousy of Madoc's obvious fashion gene. A small white moth had followed the punk in, and was flutterering about his head. After what appeared to be calculating deliberation, the moth managed to stick itself sideways into the green coif, where it wobbled a moment, then paused. "What is your problem?" Madoc said, rolling his eyes. "Beg pardon?" The private said, his chest puffing up. "Not you, soldier. You are not stuck in my hair. I know what your problem is." "Besides you?" The private muttered. Madoc's face suddenly brightened and he pulled his hand out of his pocket. "Multipass!--er..." Madoc shook his head, launching his moth at the private, who tried to swat the thing away, but it dodged his halfhearted attempts like fluttering moths do. "Raffle ticket!" Madoc barked, pushing his stub into the private's face. "I'm here to redeem this ticket, she's very penitent and I'm sure she'll repent." Pushing the intrusive (and possibly insane) punk back out of the private's personal space, he took the ticket and read the number thereon. "Nine."
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Post by Rei on Apr 15, 2010 23:01:02 GMT -7
"I mean a literal rock. Not a Pokemon, but a tiny piece of chipped off boulder," Rei explained as she lead him to the recreation hall where the raffle had been held. Stepping inside of the large doors, she found it to be rather filled with people who were there to collect their winnings. The announcements had been made about the prizes, but Rei herself had been absent due to the battle with Varheit. When she headed to the man handing out the prizes, she noticed that he was currently dealing with a man who was, to put it simply, dressed in the most eccentric fashion Rei had ever seen.
"I guess we're in line," Rei commented lightly as she headed to stand more than an arm's length from the oddly dressed man. Momentarily, she glanced at the private, briefly recognizing him and offering a sly grin. More than likely, he would try to hurry up knowing that a higher ranking member was waiting to recieve her prize.
"So," she looked back at Varheit. "What were you thinking of for dinner?"
Reflecting on her last few days, she realized she hadn't been out to dinner in a while, trying to house break Solo, who hated being left home alone. Rei didn't agree with the idea of keeping her Pokemon in their captive spheres at all hours, but honestly, she doubted she would ever want to keep a young canine in her house again. Solo had already ruined two carpets, a couch, and a television set through various acts. Mostly it involved his teething and puking fireballs when she had changed his food from wet to dry.
One thing was for certain. She did NOT want to become a breeder.
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Post by Varheit on Apr 15, 2010 23:22:47 GMT -7
"Well, I know a pretty classy little bistro up town I usually take my lunch at, they have excellent pirogies." he said, adjusting the collar of his suit to account for the heat of the setting sun. "Or if you aren't big on Sinnoh cuisine we could always hit up the restaurant down the street from my house. They have excellent sushi."
At that the line finally came to the podium where the prizes were being anounced. the uncomfortable looking private was shouting numbers and corresponding prizes above the din of the crowd vigorously, doing his best to overcome the noise. "Well, looks like you're next, I wonder what you'll get?" he asked more to himself than to anyone in particular, idly clutching his ticket in his gloved hand then turning to smile at Rei.
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 2:24:46 GMT -7
"Well, I'm sixth, so we'll see," she replied. Number five was called and given a Pokeball. Letting out a sigh, she reluctantly stepped forward as her number was called. To her amazement, a Pokeball was given to her, the orb feeling slightly chill to the touch as though no one had been handling it before handing it to her. Curious, she leaned over the counter to take a peek, and saw that the Pokeballs were being held in a suitcase, much like Varheit's, but specifically designed to keep the Pokeballs from rattling around as they were encased in a foamy cushion.
"Well," she headed back to Varheit as his number was called up. "That wasn't so bad."
She waited until he had turned away to get his own Pokemon. surprisingly, his ticket was right after hers, but she found it a lucky break as well. Lightly, she tossed the Pokeball right into the air, watching the orb snap open. The force of the energy flow caused it to bounce back. As it headed towards her, she reached up and caught it, waiting until the orb was in the palm of her hand before she looked back down at her prize.
A tiny ball of brown and tan fluff stared back up at her with wide, dark eyes. Her heart stopped and she couldn't breathe as she saw the tiny Eevee. It opened its mouth, uttering a pleased mewling sound as it approached her.
Shivering, she backed up, only to hit Varheit. Stammering, she looked up at him, uttering a raspy apology. The Eevee took a running leap, and landed on her shoulder. Her face draining of color, she turned to look at the Eevee as it rubbed its cheek against hers affectionately.
"Wheeeveee!" it purred loudly.
"Son of a bitch," she whispered softly, looking as if she were about to be ill.
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Post by Varheit on Apr 16, 2010 2:40:00 GMT -7
Varheit approached the podium slowly and gracefully, a gentlemen never runs unless necessary his grandfather would have said, Reaching the bottom step he climbed up to the private, and presented his slip, just before he shouted the number. "here you go, no need to go shouting for me." He said with a wink and a bow, Deftly scooping up the tiny red and white ball. "Now to see if fortune favors me or not.
Moving towards the back, the pokeball firmly in hand at his side he made his way to where Rei was, seemingly struck dumb by her good fortune at winning an Eevee."Oh wow, quite the rare pokemon you got there, congratulations!"
That said he then pressed the button on the ball and gently tossed it underhand into a clear area, a shock of white energy bursting forth from it as it released the imprisoned pokemon within "ditto, ditto" it called, the small formless lump of pink immediately turning into the shape of a child's balloon nearby and attempting to fly off "My word, I don't think I've ever seen one of these" he exclaimed, flabbergasted. "Get back here you!" shouted Varheit, bellowing to the pokemon as it turned it's bulbous new form to look at him with two tiny black eyes then floated near. "Ditto?" it chirped, curious as to what the commotion was and then changing into a near duplicate of Rei's adorable ball of fluff, save for it's beady eyes.
"Oh dear, a Ditto, this I hadn't expected, well, just stay out of trouble little one." Varheit was obviously already exhausted by it's antics as it sprung away to join the Eevee it had just emulated "Ditto!" it exclaimed as it bounded into the air to land on the back of Rei's head.
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 3:06:51 GMT -7
Now having two Eevees on her, Rei looked close to fainting. Her own Eevee chirped happily at the Ditto, reaching a paw up to swat at its new playmate happily. Rei could see the Pokemon's tail swaying back and forth happily as she pinned her ears playfully.
<I'm going to get you!> it was saying to Ditto, though the humans wouldn't know about this.
"Lucky you, you got a Ditto," Rei spoke, almost enviously. Two Eevees was a complete nightmare for her. It could have only gotten worse if they were Umbreon. Her jaw was clenched tight as she dropped her book from one hand. The front opened, and across from her scribbled entries, there was a rough sketch of an Umbreon.
Except that it had been scribbled over completely, scratched out in anger and pain, which was odd considering the amount of time and detail put into the drawing. Though Rei was no artist, one could almost feel the pain from the drawing. Rei kicked the book away angrily and grabbed the Eevee, trying to drop it on the floor while swatting at Varheit's Ditto.
"Get the hell off of me you fur-balls!" she yelled angrily, attracting attention to herself as her temper snapped.
<Ow ow ow!> Eevee squealed in pain, causing her to drop it on the ground. Yelping from having its fur pulled, she dived behind Varheit's feet, whimpering.
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Post by Varheit on Apr 16, 2010 3:17:03 GMT -7
Searching for a cause to Rei's sudden uncharacteristic moment of anger Varheit stepped forward, his Ditto pursuing the Eevee behind him playfully. His eyes came to rest on the book and the picture, then suddenly the necklace, the drawing, and the aversion to her newfound friend clicked like a keg of dynamite going off. "Oh my god, I understand now." He said, for once lost as to what to say."Rei, are you going to be alright?"
Varheit moved to help her pick up her book and hand it to her, glancing through the flip of pages in an instant for more clues as he passed it to her "You know....I've lost some friends in battle too, if you need someone to talk with." A shadow cast over his usually chipper and proper demeanor. "Maybe an old soldier like me has lost touch with the fight, but you never really forget the others who died who could have been you."
"If, the Eevee is too much for you right now, I can hold onto her for a little for you." he whispered, nervously running his hand through his hair. "If you need anything, just let me know."
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 3:40:22 GMT -7
Rei finally remembered the Pokeball, and once Eevee gathered the courage to look up at her new owner fearfully, she was recalled. Rei let out a relieved sigh as the sight of the real problem was out of sight. Without answering Varheit, she bent down to gather her book, closing it without sparing a glance at the image inside. Still, she was pale in color and her jaw remained clenched as all too fresh images returned to her mind. The gunshots, Ebon suddenly launching his body forward. That unnatural jerk, then he went limp. Far too still, eyes half-open. For a moment, his gaze had settled on her before glazing over.
"I'm fine," she spoke finally, softly. Pushing her feelings away, she offered him a slow grin as she tried to mask her true feelings. "I think I'm in the mood for sushi."
Honestly, though, she felt more nauseous than hungry. Seeing an Eevee, even after all that had happened in the field. She had stayed in Altairen because she knew how popular the critters were, but in Altairen it was almost impossible to find one. The last thing she had expected was for a military based raffle, a gesture of good will to the people of Altairen, to end up doing the one thing she had avoided. Holding Eevee's Pokeball, she eyed the man who had given her the Pokeball, wondering secretly if they had fixed the raffle.
A slight snarl crossed her face as she contemplated throwing the ball at his face. Possibly, she could break his nose, and if she was lucky, put him out of commission for a while with a concussion.
"Maybe with a side of ass-beating," she hissed softly. After what they had done, it wouldn't surprise her at all if they had done this on purpose.
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