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Posted by: Kamaitachi Sep 6 2011, 02:52 PM
"Cesc, honey!"
"Mrmph." Francesco Rojas lay atop the covers of his bed in all of his semi-nude glory. The boxer clad lad slowly rose from the bed as his aunt opened the door to his room.
"Cesc, we've got a surprise for you!"
"Auntie...g'morning."
"We've finished the outfit and accessories for the girl, but that's no surprise." She chuckled softly to herself, brushing a bang of greying hair from her eyes. "We know you're out trying to catch pokemon to be a co-ordinator, and we saw how hard you were working yesterday with your team...so Uncle and I entered you in a Bug Catching Competition over in Arthro Town."
Cesc blinked disbelievingly at the news. It was rather nice of his guardians to enter him in the contest to help his currently non-existent coordinator's career into some semblance of existence. Perhaps he felt he was letting them down a bit, since the whole idea was to advertise their wares.
However, the bug catching contest was yet another great place to advertise, and in turn prepare for his upcoming contests.
"Wow, thanks Auntie." He broke into a smile, hopping out of the bed. "Guess it's time to get ready!"
* * *
Cesc had opted to dress in something a little more rugged today. He rather fancied himself looking like a vinyard worker, with a pair of khakis, a white button down shirt (Left unbuttoned at the top and bottom), and a plain black vest. He wore a black bandana around his neck, tied in such a way that resembled a tango-dancer and not a cowboy, and he let his long hair simply be long, rather than hiding it in a brocade or under a hat. It fell easily down to a spot below his shoulder blades, and he was quite proud of its length.
Likewise, his pokemon rounded the corner in their various accessories. Valentine appeared With a scarf and a cabbie hat, making him look like a street urchin (which Cesc admitted, was a good look for the chimchar). Oberon, who had less of a penchant for destroying his clothes, wore a colourful bandana on his head, with a matching scarf tied around his waist, giving him the appearance of a gypsy. Tybalt, who was still adjusting to the 'dress-up' part of Cesc's day, got to sport a little bow-tie, cummerbund and vest, making him almost look like a disgruntled waiter or concert performer.
"My, my, look at all these handsome boys." Auntie clasped her hands together. "Here's the package for Miss Muphenz, should you happen to run into her today."
"I haven't for the past couple-" Cesc began. She'd given him an X-Transceiver number, and he simply hadn't been able to reach it with his Pokegear. Nevertheless, he'd doggedly tried again and again.
"Just in case, dear. You never know when you'll run into someone you know when you're travelling around." Auntie smiled graciously. "Speed is outside, ready for you."
"Alright, Thanks again Auntie!" He wrapped his arms around her in a hug before recalling his fancy-dressed Pokemon Team to their pokeballs.
Outside, Speed sat sulkily with the harness, the invention of Branwys' that made throwing his ward off much more difficult...in fact...impossible.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't take most of the flight upside down today. Arthro Town wasn't that far away. He smiled wickedly as Cesc clambered into the harness.
"Okay Speed! Off we go!"
Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 7 2011, 12:10 AM
After leaving Gigarte, Seican was off seeing what he could do next to help develop his team and battling ability in order to ready to broadcast the next big Contest. Since he missed that last one, he had to wait for the next town and date to know where to go next. So, as he walked around in the northern desert, inside an oasis town, he stumbled upon a flyer talking about a Bug Catching Contest the next city over. Thinking about it, he figured it was a good chance to add a new member to his team, he figured why not check it out, placing Arthro City as his next destination.
After a few more days on foot, he arrived at the small town, plucking away at the strings of his guitar in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo8CGb0MJgU (Though not as epic without the speaker). Looking around, he tried to figure out where the best place to signup would be, but first there was the fact of recuperation.
"Hello, Pokemon Center!" Seican blared out as the sliding doors opened, allowing him in before walking up to the Nurse Joy. "Guess what? You will be the first in this town to witness my Pokemon. It may not seem like much, but once my names are in lights, you shall fully see my capable work! REMEMBER THE NAME WELL!! I AM SEICAN SERROC, AND I SHALL ROCK YOUR WORLDS!!!!!" This was complimented y a wave of nervous sweat drops as the nurse took his Pokemon in for recovery. "Now, out of curiosity, where do I sign up for this Bug Catching Contest I heard about?"
Posted by: Master Houndoom Sep 8 2011, 06:13 PM
Usually, Branwys Muphenz was a happy soul. Cursed (or blessed) with a hormonal problem that stopped all but her developmental growth, leaving her at approximately three feet in height, she had remained a bubbly, happy person.
Now, however, she was quite subdued. Though she kept up with her own hygiene, of late it seemed to be out of habit rather than a desire to be clean. Her hair hung limp and unstyled, her clothing hung loose on her body, and she seemed pale, thin, with dark circles under her eyes.
In one tiny hand she held a brand new cell phone, shipped to her from the company her old cell phone had been from, as a replacement for accidently lost over the side of the ship that brought her to Furoh. She had been a bundle of nervous energy when the package arrived, and tore it open with more than her usual exuberance. She hastily completed the procedure to power the phone up, then, after waiting an hour for the battery to get enough of a charge, watched as the phone connected, holding her breath until the signal established, then, waiting with a larger and larger sense of anticipation, until finally the display she wanted...
Did not show up.
At first, she continued waiting, long past the time the message of her having several dozen voice mails would have shown up. After a bit of time, however, it was obvious that one of two things had happened: The message service wasn't connecting, or she had received no messages.
So she called to be sure.
It was the end of that call, revealing that she did, indeed, have a message, from Zola, begging her to come home, which wasn't new, that set Branwys into the state she was in now: sitting in the normal adult sized chair, her feet hanging, looking at the mirror across from her, contemplating dying her limp hair black.
To say that her pokémon were distressed was an understatement, but Tinka, a klink, was emotionally detached at the best of times, could do little with no arms to hold her trainer and no way of communicating with her, especially now that the girl had stopped trying to guess what her "klink"s meant.
Dimo, a cubone, had an easier time of it, but he, too, was getting frustrated with the girl's melancholy. He had gone out the door to provide her with food so often that the couple in the apartment next to them, admittedly more beautiful than intelligent, had surmised that the cubone had somehow rented the apartment at the pokécenter himself.
Dimo entered the tiny space, which was more than enough for Branwys, carrying his ever present bone and a large poster, which was torn at the corners. The tears did not obscure more than a picture of a yanma, and the cubone didn't regret that: He wasn't exactly a fan of yanma.
He walked right up to where Branwys was sitting, looked up at her, then rapped the chair smartly with the bone club he carried. Branwys seemed to pay little attention, so he did it again, much harder, shaking the chair. Branwys tossed him an annoyed look, which he took advantage of, holding the poster up. It advertised a bug catching contest in a nearby town. Dimo knew if he could get her interested in something, anything, she'd get out of this funk and things could go back to normal.
"No, thank you," she said, her voice dry from lack of use.
Dimo snorted, ruffling the poster. Laboriously, he rolled it up, so that, in the end, it looked like a hollow version of his bone club. He jumped up on the small table that the mirror was on, tilted his neck from side to side, as if popping his neck, and pulled the paper back.
And hit her over the head with it.
"Hey!" Branwys blinked at Dimo, who didn't wait, but hauled back and hit her again. It being a roll of paper, not tightly packed, meant that it didn't hurt, but it did startle her, and she squeaked. The paper came around again, and, in her haste to avoid it, she leaned too far and fell off of the chair.
Dimo looked down at her glowering, and then Branwys did something he hadn't heard in a long while.
She laughed. She laughed so hard her feet started kicking. And while she laughed, tears came up in her eyes, and for a moment, it seemed she would break down and cry.
"OK," she said, finally, the crying jag aborted before it could start in earnest. "OK, I get it. Thanks, Dimo."
She stood up and walked into the bathroom, not the dragging, laborious walk that had been her pace of late, but a quick one, not frenetic, but showing the signs of it. "I'll shower, we'll have lunch, and we'll find a way to get to this town today. And then, after I've won the contest, we'll go find Cesc, and I'll give him a big old kiss to show him what he's missing, and then I'll kick him in the shins!" She closed the door, almost slamming it, then opened again. "Maybe in that order!"
=~*~*~*~*~=
That evening, they arrived in the small town hosting the contest, signed up, and Branwys found a place to eat supper, a restaurant that, because they were run by local people, allowed pokémon to eat with their trainers, if the trainers so desired. Branwys did wear black, slacks, a vest, over a white shirt, but her hair was still blonde and up in its customary pigtails, and the dark under her eyes was almost gone.
She thought, as she ate, that once she found Cesc and punished him for not calling (never mind that she hadn't called him...) she would ask his aunt and/or uncle to make her a fedora to go with this outfit.
And maybe a plastic tommy gun...
Posted by: Kamaitachi Sep 8 2011, 07:46 PM
That vicious Skarmory, Speed, had used the harness to new and devastating heights of pranking evil. Now with his rider firmly attached, the Skarmory couldn't throw his rider off. However, aforementioned rider could simply, for the most part, not detach. On a few instances, the Skarmory spent the trip upside down, and briefly upside down in a river. Despite the screaming protests of his trainer's nephew, he carried doggedly onward, heading towards Arthro Town.
The journey was short, comparatively, but Cesc still looked a bit a miss. His hair had been wet, and now hung in limp clumped strands all about his head. His outfit was a bit soggy, from the splashing water, and he wore a look that appeared to be particularly mortified, rather than his usual, eternally amused look.
Disembarking, Cesc made extra sure to flip the bird at said bird, before it took back off into the sky.
"Okay..." He made his way over to the registration booth, showing them the papers given to him by his Aunt.
"Okay, which Pokemon are you entering?"
"Oh...I have to choose one..." Cesc blinked down at his belt, wondering which of his pokemon would be better at this particular task. "I think...Tybalt here!" He wrote down the information for his Zangoose. He remembered that Zangoose had the inherent ability: "Immunity", which would probably be useful, considering how many bug pokemon could apply the Poison Status. Valentine and Oberon were better offensive choices, but he wasn't looking to defeat the bugs, but capture them.
He turned around, figuring that there was probably somewhere good to eat. He'd, embarassingly enough, launched some of his lunch in one fashion or another during his trip over towards Arthro Town, and decided that some victuals were in order.
Finding a local restaurant, he entered, and immediately gasped, striking a shocked pose. There, at a table by herself, was a little girl with blonde pigtails. Cesc quickly dusted himself off and straightened up, then moved over to the table, sliding into the chair opposite.
"Hey little lady, miss me?"
There was a terrible, awkward silence as an actual smile child stared back at him, utterly confused by the arrival of a strange man. Francesco Rojas had unwittingly flirted with a girl who was ordering off the kid's menu, and had sippy cup in front of her.
"Ahem." Cesc turned slowly to see an older woman, the girl's mother, glaring sternly down at him.
"Oh, uh...This must be yours." Cesc stood, picking up the chair and handing it to the woman. "And I must say, it's quite lovely." In the midst of the woman's utter confusion, Cesc made his way back towards the door, but stopped as a more...adult looking...girl with pigtails...was sitting at a table with a Cubone and a Klink present.
His heart skipped another beat, and he wordlessly moved over to the table, kneeling beside it and procuring a package. It looked a little worn from the flight, but nevertheless remained intact (even if the green bow on top seemed a bit...askance).
"For you." He grinned cheekily, not even bothering to say hello. "Did you miss me?"
Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 8 2011, 11:07 PM
With Pokemon recovered and information given (How hard is "Look for the large sign that says 'Bug Catching Contest Sign Ups' " anyways?), Seican was out and about, heading for the sign ups of the competition. Sure, he didn't care about the title of "Netmaster," but if he got it, he may as well use it to gain some extra flair (unless he gets labeled a Bug Keeper instead of a Rock Star).
Once at the stand, he was greeted by a fine young woman wearing a pair of Yanma goggles on her forehead, signing up new contestants for today's competition. "Greetings and welcome!" she called out to Seican. "Would you like to give today's competition a shot? Every participant gets to keep their catch, but our top winner gets a unique prize of a unique net along with the title of Netmaster!" Even though she smiled, she tried to hold back an irritated face. Not only did they have her say that to everyone, but she she had a case of arachnophobia. To her, as long as no one got anyone form the Spinarak or Joltik family, she would be glad.
Taking the clipboard, Seican began to fill out his information, taking a moment to think about who to use for the competition. "Speaker should do awesome here," he muttered himself, filling her info on the paper as well before handing it back.
"Thank you very much," the young woman said, taking the registration back and checking it over. "Everything is good here. We still have about an hour left before we begin, so any last minute preparations or getting something to eat is suggested. All I suggest is being here 15 minutes beforehand to be closer to the competition's area." With information in mind, he decided to take the latter option and grab some grub.
Inside the local restaurant (where Cesc and Branwys are at), Seican saw all the Pokemon out and figured it was cool to let the others out to enjoy the food. So, within seconds and three bursts of light, Speaker, Drummer, and Mara were all out. "Go ahead and choose what you want. We will all need the energy. Me, I'm grabbing myself some nachos!" With the Pokemon checking out the menu, he watched each one pointy out a specific order they wished for. Speaker chose for herself a very spicy burrito, Drummer went with a bowl of sweet and sour pork and rice, and Mara decided to go easy with some funnel cake. With orders in, paid for, and given number, the quadruplet went off to snag a table to wait, Seican playing the same tune from before (Drummer grab there was no speaker, except for Whismer humming along).
Posted by: Master Houndoom Sep 9 2011, 06:28 PM
The restaurant was not overly crowded, but Dimo could tell by the looks on the waitress' faces that it was far busier than they had experienced in some time. He was good, he felt, at reading others faces, even odd human expressions, because compared to his species, theirs were television screens screaming emotional messages.
Which was, at times, why he liked Tinka so. Her face was always the same: One eye opened, one closed like an X, and an open mouth. She could speak, surely, but her face was even more lifeless than Dimo's, who at least had eyes to read.
Just now Tinka was alternating open eyes, which she could do, so long as one was closed while the other was open. She rotated once with a "klink", and Dimo chuckled.
<Ja, fraulein, I did haff to hit her mit der paper. She vos beink sad, unt not schnapping out off it.> He lapped at the soup Branwys had ordered her, reveling in the chunks of some kind of poultry, before giving Tinka a sly look. <Besides. It vos funny.>
Tinka responded by rotating quickly, "klinking" rapidly enough to sound like an alarm belt. Any faster, and Dim would have thought she was angry, but he knew she was, instead, laughing.
Branwys heard the voice, and very nearly launched herself out of her seat. The only thing that kept her there was that, suddenly, she had no idea what she would do once she landed at her target. Kiss him? Suddenly it seemed that they weren't that close yet. Not that there wasn't potential, just that... well, there was only one date! So kick him, right? Wellllll... SHE had been unable to take a call because SHE had lost her phone. What if there was a similar reason for him not calling? What if he HAD called, but not left a message. What if he thought she'd purposely given him a phone number that was at the bottom of the ocean? What if some slutty mermaid had answered and he was dating her now?!
... Breath, Muphenz, she admonished herself. It wasn't that bad yet.
So she settled on turning, and smiled much brighter than she had intended. She had meant to glower, or at least give a smallish smile, as if for an old friend and not for the person she'd only recently considered dying her hair black over finally giving her attention. It was, however, too late to change the smile, so she settled for sunny and brilliant.
And apologetic. "Cesc! I'm so sorry, I gave you my cell number, but I'd forgotten I had dropped the phone on the boat! I just got my new one, see," she said, holding up her new phone, a steel blue smartphone with a smoke-grey line down the back, "but I don't think I got your number in return, and the Transceiver lines haven't been set up in Furoh, and WOW, did you go swimming before you came here?"
She stopped with a blush. "I meeeeaaan... Hi." She looked up at him, then past him at the clock (the first restaurant she'd ever seen with a clock...). Her eyes widened. "Aw, scheiße! I have to register for the contest!"
Posted by: Kamaitachi Sep 10 2011, 02:27 AM
Cesc had turned down the slutty mermaid. The mechanics of the nasty were...complicated at best.
Branwys fired off at a million miles per hour. He blinked for a second, trying to keep up.
"Ah, well, go register for the contest, I'll wait here and hold your seat...and I'll probably order some food for myself and my team. Uh, as for the...dampness. Once the Skarmory realized that he couldn't throw me off, thanks to your wonderful harness, he decided that flying upside-down on occasion was fun. Especially over water. But yeah, go register for the contest, we'll catch up, and I'll give you my phone number, along with some presents for Dimo and Tinka."
He flagged down the waitress, asking if he could join the adjacent table, to which she grudgingly complied. Cesc pulled it over, releasing his team of pokemon. Valentine, Oberon and Tybalt all found themselves in seats, looking around at the familiar Dimo, Tinka and Branwys. They chorused their greetings at her happily, pleased to be in her company once more. Adjusting their outfits a little, so that they appeared proper, they took turns standing up (some on their chairs) to give low, sweeping bows in the directions of their three friends. Even Tybalt the Zangoose, who had spent most of the time fighting a Seviper in their meeting, recognized Branwys as being one of his rescuers.
"Go on, go on, you don't want to miss it." Cesc grinned his urchin grin, "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere."
Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 10 2011, 07:14 PM
As the four waited on their order, Seican was able to overhear what seemed to of been a ten year old girl cuss out loud on German, panicking about signing up for a contest. Either there was a contest hall here, the same Bug Catching Contest he was signed up for, or a different thing completely unrelated to the other two. His gut went with the bugs. "Aren't those two friendly-friendly?" he chuckled as he leaned back, plucking away at the strings. Maybe too much once he fall onto has back.
"I'm okay!" he called out, getting himself back up into his seat as the four plates came in. Everyone seemed happy with their orders and began to chow down.
"Okay, so listen guys," Seican muttered as he crunched down on a chip covered in grounded beef, shredded cheese, shredded lettuce, sliced tomato, and mild salsa, "Apparently, I can only bring one of you guys into this. I am going to count of you, Speaker. Drummer, Mara, be patient as we get through this."
Drummer loved the news. He was going to be away form that loudmouth! In his mind, he partied at the thought of peace and quiet as he took the offered chopsticks and began chowing down. Speaker was glad she could go to work, considering the kind of moves she had available on hand. She may not have much compared to the others, but she felt it was her time to shine. Lastly, Mara gave her usual blush, eying around slightly nervously, trying to think of how to preoccupy herself during that time frame.
Swallowing another chip, he called out loud, "Let's kick some ass in this contest!"
Posted by: Master Houndoom Sep 14 2011, 06:35 PM
Branwys trotted toward the park where the contest would be held the next day, relying on signs to guide her when she felt she was lost. She had half wished Cesc would have offered to walk her to the place, but understood. He looked a little bedraggled. Briefly, Branwys wondered if the straps weren't more of a hindrance, but she had designed in a safety release for the magnets in case the bird crashed or got unruly.
She trotted up to the table where the registration would take place and came upon a different problem. She was three foot, and the table was four feet off the ground. The women behind it sat on tall stools. Briefly, she fumed. Why would anyone set up such an inconvenient table? However, to her right, set a little bit off, was what looked like a much lower table. It was surrounded by children.
Branwys sighed, and then, her jaw setting, turned back to the larger table. "Ahem."
"Welcome to th--.." There was a pause, and Branwys could imagine the lady furrowing her brow in confusion. "Hello?"
"Down here," Branwys said, calmly, raising her hand and waving it over the edge of the table. The woman's face appeared. She was not unattractive, but she was, obviously, very weary from dealing with people all day.
"Oh, hello there!" she said with an almost realistic smile. "This is the line for adults, honey. You want that lin-"
"I am an adult," Branwys said, once again, calmly. The woman's face shifted briefly, and then the smile returned, intensifying.
"Of course you are, sweety! You're a big girl of-"
Branwys said the next sentence with deliberate slowness, half to keep her temper in check. "I am twenty two years old." The woman's face looked skeptical, but Branwys did not give her a chance to explain. She jumped up, grabbed the table, and hauled herself up on it, then pulled her wallet from her bag as Tinka "klink"ed in protest of the rough treatment. "Here is my Identification. My birthdate is right on it. Here are three credit cards. Three. That I pay for myself. Here is my trainer's license from Unova. Again, it has my birthdate. I would like to register for your contest as an adult and not be forced to the kiddie line because I have a glandular condition. Is that all right with you?"
The woman had leaned back as far as she could, but Branwys had advanced on her and was now leaning over her, surely attracting attention and not caring a whit. The woman looked at the trainer card, blinked a few times, then tried valiantly to smile. "And what pokémon would you like to use? Only one is allowed." She swallowed as Branwys' face took on a contemplative scowl. "It's in the rules," she hastened to clarify.
"This one," Branwys said, much more cordially now that she was being listened to. "She's a klink from Unova, and her name is Tinka."
"Very well, Ms...?"
"Muphenz. Branwys J. Muphenz." She bowed, then turned around to bow to the people watching, who had began to clap. "Remember that name!" she called with a wave, then turned and completed her registration.
"Thank you, ma'am, and I'm sorry for the trouble," she said, hopping down from the table and dashing back to the restaurant.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Sep 16 2011, 09:57 AM
In Branwys' absence, Cesc relaxed back into his chair, ordering food for his tables, and a cocktail for himself. Cesc was not, by any means, a heavy drinker. He did, however, find himself partial to a nice Rum and Pinap, or a Rawst Daquiri from time to time. Today's rather harrowing experience atop Speed left him in definite want of a drink, though. He ordered a double vodka and soda (after all, he had to watch his figure!)
As he and his pokemon settled in, they found themselves rudely interrupted as some random jerk declared, very loudly, in the middle of the restaurant: "Let's kick some ass in this contest!"
Cesc cast an irritated glance over his shoulder, where he noted a man, probably not much younger than him, basically playing guitar at the table. Perhaps it was a bout of tourettes that caused him to shout out like that? In any case, the kid seemed more excited about the Bug Catching Contest than Cesc did. Sure, it was a cool place to catch bug pokemon, but the likelihood of him catching a particularly cool one were slim to none. Surely there would be many Caterpie, which evolved into beautiful Butterfree...but Cesc didn't particularly care for Beautiful Pokemon. He was going to be out looking for Pineco, Scyther, Heracross, Yanma...etc.
The waitress returned with the food for his team and his drink. He'd taken a good swig when Branwys came bursting back into the restaurant.
As she approached, he reached into his pack, which, while wet on top from his hair, was still quite dry on the inside. He procured two little packages, one labeled "Dimo" and the other "Tinka." Within was a brand new outfit for Dimo, in the style of Civil War officer, complete with shoulder pad tassels, a sash around the waist, and even a little holster for his bone club. The outfit was (some colour of MH's choosing, since I'm colourblind and don't know what would go well with a Cubone, let alone what colouring a cubone has!), with plenty of gold trim, to match the skull's pattern and plume. Tinka had been made an entire set of magnetic bows and berets. Despite being 'genderless', Cesc had remembered that Tinka had been referred to with feminine pronouns, so had designed several coloured hair accessories for her to snap on. Several little bowties, flowers, stars and even a pair of clover magnets (For St. Patty's day?), all rested within the box, waiting to be opened.
Cesc smiled as she sat back down, pushing the boxes over to her. On top of it, rested the napkin from his dinner plate, which read: "Turn me over!"
Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 16 2011, 07:45 PM
Seican may not be one for bugs, but he is one for attention. This means if he uses a bug catching contest to throw out his name and get an early fan-base for the tourettes to follow, then by hell he will do it. He will pull the energy to do what it takes to get his name out there to spread his fame. Even his parents had to start off small like him. All stars had to.
Now then, his strategy was... none. He was just going to bring in he Whismer, see which one he feels he can kick ass with, and go with that. He was no bug expert. He has no idea what difference there is in Wurmple to tell which becomes a Beautifly and which becomes a Dustox. All he knew was he was going to avoid the caterpillars-types. They all seemed too boring anyways.
Well, as the one small girl went to do her sign ups, the group of four went on to enjoy their meals alone, keeping their eyes on the clock to make sure they wouldn't be late. Even when she got back, there was about 20 minutes remaining before the contest started. Not like there will be many people joining such a thing, right? he merely thought as they all began to work on their final morsels. So as the people chatted with one another, with ten minutes left before the opening announcements were to begin, Seican returned everyone except for Speaker and headed out, tipping the table (and signing a napkin).
Once back at the grounds, he was told to hand over the other Pokemon for safe keeping, and to keep in track of the rules before being handed the Park Ball. once the basics were taken care of, he was lead out to the woods entrance, where he was asked to wait before the announcements.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Sep 23 2011, 08:27 PM
Branwys practically strutted her way back to the restaurant. She may not get to eat the rest of her lunch, but the victory she'd won at the registration table would sustain her. She hoped Dimo had gotten enough to eat. He could get cranky if he didn't have enough to eat.
As she walked, she took a moment to scope out her competition. That dampened her spirits a bit. A lot of these people were adults, some with extremely powerful looking pokémon. Shaking her head, she decided to put her attention back on getting to the restaurant. And finishing her meal.
If Cesc hadn't already. Which, oddly, she found she wouldn't exactly mind.
She was still feeling good for standing up for herself. She had to do so on a table, yes, but she had done it. It had been so long since anyone had made those kinds of mistakes that it was a bit of a culture shock.
She should have started travelling much sooner. She had let her sister, Zola, convince her it wouldn't have been a good idea. She had done so every time except this last one, when it was a chance to not only get out and test her skills, travel, and meet new people, but to do so on another continent.
Branwys loved her family, dearly. But Zola tasked her sometimes.
She entered the little café to see Cesc waiting for her, and beamed. She trotted up behind him and, because he was sitting, was able to tap him on the shoulder he wasn't standing on, then slip into her chair when he looked away. If he wasn't fooled, he gallantly did not show it.
"OK, I'm ready," she said, placing a pair of black bow magnets on Tinka. She turned the napkin on her plate over, to take another few bites out of her meal when she saw the note. Turning over the napkin, a cheerful, delighted smile stole over her face. She committed the number to her phone, then, standing, held her hand out to Cesc.
"Let's go catch some bugs!"
Posted by: Kamaitachi Sep 25 2011, 10:50 PM
Cesc felt a tap on his shoulder, and immediately turned in that direction, expecting to see Branwys. Unfortunately, all he saw was the Branwys clone, who was half of his friend's age. They made eye contact, to which he awkwardly turned away, snapping his head back in the opposite direction to see the real Branwys resume her seat. A slow, lopsided smile spread across his face as she sat back down, resuming her meal.
"Well then, welcome back."
She evidently accepted the gifts, placing a pair of the bowties of Tinka.
"Let's go catch some bugs!"
Cesc grinned, accepting her hand and standing, using his free hand to recall Valentine and Oberon to their pokeballs, leaving Tybalt by his side.
The Zangoose, in a similar gesture, reached out his claw towards Tinka, his ever serious face nodding at her. He wasn't exactly sure how they'd hold hands, but perhaps they, too, would walk alongside one another on the way to the Contest Grounds.
Cesc flagged down the waitress and accepted the bill for their meal, dropping some Poke-monies into the check presenter and flashing the waitress what he considered to be a winning smile.
Turning said smile to Branwys, the two proceeded towards the grounds, their pokemon in line just behind them.
* * *
They arrived shortly thereafter, finding themselves next to the loud kid from the restaurant. Next to him was the little pokemon that looked...like...a...bunny? Cesc bent over to blink at it, then promptly broke into a cheeky grin as he examined the creature.
"How adorable." He winked at the Whismur, Speaker. "You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you?" He turned to Branwys, pointing out the Whismur. "Do you know what kind of Pokemon that is, Branwys? I've never seen one before."
Shortly after any responses from Seiccan or Branwys, a man moved up to a platform to address the gathered trainers. He spoke with a loud and clear voice, which indicated that this sort of public announcement was something he was quite used to. Adorned in the garb of a Park Ranger, he tilted his hat upwards to get a better view of the participants.
"The rules are simple: You get 20 Park Balls, which you use to catch the pokemon in this contest. You may use one of your pokemon in the competition, namely the pokemon you registered during the sign-ups. There is to be no battling amongst trainers. You have a one-hour time limit. The winner who catches the best bug pokemon will be proclaimed the Netmaster. All participants may keep the pokemon they catch from the contest." The officiant seemed rather imperious, staring down the bridge of his nose at the motley assembly of contestants. Indicating the entrance to the park, which was a long, wire frame promenade tunnel, covered with ivy and flowers, leading into the forested area of the park.
"What a romantic little promenade." Cesc nudged Branwys, winking down at her.
"If you'll step this way please." The ranger stepped off of his platform, leading the contestants through the promenade and into the park itself. The wooded area seemed rather expansive, and Cesc could already make out the shapes of some bug pokemon climbing up and around the nearby trees. Mostly Caterpie, Weedle and Wurmple appeared to be up front, while a few Nincada scurried around into the bushes at the sight of humans.
"Best of luck in the contest. You may begin...now!" A loud chime rang through the area, indicating the start of the contest. All at once, the group of trainers, all with their registered pokemon, burst off into the woods in search of fun bug pokemon. One younger participant, a little boy with a Cyndaquil, appeared to have engaged a Caterpie in battle right at the outset.
Cesc turned to Branwys, still holding her hand. "Well, which way should we go?"
Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 26 2011, 10:30 PM
As Seican waited for the opening announcements, Seican was met by another teen and a ten year old (by what he saw), watching the boy coo over Speaker, wondering who she was. "You mean Speaker hear?" he asked, looknig at him. "She's obviously a Whismur. And if you didn't know that, then you best not scare her, or you will have her cry until she passes out. Not like Speaker here gets scared easily!" With a small nod from the pink Pokemon, Seican decided to see what the other two were using.
"But I must say, that Zangoose looks totally kick ass. But why the hell is he wearing a tux? And that gear looking thing... what is that?" Unknown to Unova Pokemon, he had no idea what a Klink was and began to poke it where they were connected by the gears, wondering how i was doing that. Knowing his luck, he would get his finger caught inside the turning gears themselves.
However, everyone's attention seemed to of been fixated on the announcer when he began to speak, telling everyone the rules of the competition. Guess that would explain the bag of fancy Pokeballs he was given. Only one bug to be kept for judging, and how they judged was left unknown to the contestants. Guess that would stop people on focusing on specifics, but can be considered rarity was a high way to mark.
With the announcement of the contest to begin, the two next to him began to talk, wasting time. To hell with that! "Charge!" And without planning, ran past the obvious and deep into the brush.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Oct 12 2011, 07:32 PM
"Which way... which way..." Branwys put her finger to her mouth, pretending to ponder the question. In reality, there was only one way to go: Toward the center. The less contact the bugs had with a person, the stronger they grew in the wild, and she was positive the "better" types were in the middle where the grass grew tall.
It was good Cesc was with her. If the grass was too tall, she could get lost!
It did not escape Branwys' notice that Cesc was still holding her hand, and though she worried how he might feel, holding a slightly calloused hand in his smooth one, it didn't stop her from using her supposed indecisiveness as a tactic, drawing attention to her lips. She had magnificent lips, if she did say so herself. Not that she did say so herself. Really, who goes up to someone and says, "Hey. I have magnificent lips..."?
Come to think of it, would that work..?
"Hey--"
She had looked up, catching sight of the zangoose holding a hand out to Tinka and the rest of her question came out as a happy squeak.
A blush crossing her entire face, she scratched the back of her head. "Um... let's head toward the center..."
Posted by: Kamaitachi Oct 13 2011, 10:09 PM
"Hey-" The rest was an unintelligble squeak. Cesc looked over at Branwys curiously, unsure as to how to react to such a noise. Not having known her for that long, he hadn't quite picked up on the subtle and not-so-subtle non-verbal language that she used.
"Um...let's head toward the center..."
"Sounds like a plan." Cesc nodded, pumping a fist in the air "To the center!" He cheered happily, brightening his pace a bit, sure that Branwys would be able to keep up.
All around them, the sounds of battle were heard faintly in the distance. Almost all of the other competitors had sprung into action, looking to catch the best bug according to the mystery standards.
Before long, Cesc and Branwys found themselves face-to-face with a pair of Venipede, standing boldly in the middle of their path. They wriggled angrily before firing off a tandem Poison Sting attack.
"Crap Magikarps!" the co-ordinator exclaimed, clearly not expecting such hostility early on. His first instinct was to jump in front of Branwys himself, but that was clearly the heroic, romantic and stupid choice. "Tybalt!"
His new Zangoose sprang forward, eager for a battle. Grabbing Tinka, he nimbly slipped around their trainers, and held the Gear pokemon up as a shield, neatly deflecting the poisoned needles with her back, before turning her back around to face the enemy.
"Goose." He nodded at her with a tone that seemed mixed with appreciation and apology.
"Tybalt, take the one on the left. Let's go with Slash!"
The Zangoose bolted forward, raising both claws over his head before bringing them down in a particularly vicious Slash attack. There was an odd clang, however, which was not quite the sound anyone expected claws-meeting-venipede carapace to have sounded like.
Cesc blinked as Tybalt appeared to be engaged with a completely new pokemon, who crossed blades were holding off Tybalt's wicked Zangoose claws.
"Well, look at that." Cesc nudged Branwys "It's a Scyther." He paused for a moment in tought, then pulled out a park ball. "Dibs. Can you and Tinka take out those Venipede?"
Neatly deflecting Tybalt's heavy claws, the Scyther shot upwards, landing an uppercut like blow with its wing across Tybalt's face. Flipping backwards, the Praying Mantis Pokemon started to land.
Sweeping a hand through the air, Cesc assumed one of his most dashing poses as he called out: "Pursuit!" Before Scyther had a chance to alight, it found itself on the receiving end of a surprisingly fast backhand slash from his Zangoose opponent. Staring each other eye to eye, they immediately began slashing at one another, parrying and countering with surprisingly expert precision.
"Uh..." Cesc drew back a little bit. The Scyther, from what he could tell, was rather battle hungry, and had selected his Tybalt as a worthy opponent. He would've assumed that Scyther had come to protect the Venipede, but the two smaller pokemon had already been stepped on several times. It didn't seem like the act of a protector. The two pokemon were clawing and slashing at each other hungrily, looking to score a clean hit on the other, but finding difficulty in doing so.
"Tybalt, Swords Dance!" The Zangoose shot a sidelong glance back at his trainer, then nodded. The Cat-Ferret stepped through a series of what appeared to be martial arts moves, sometimes balancing on one leg, other times swooping low into a stance, then back up again, with his claws held dangerously in front of him.
Scyther, not wanting to give too much of an opportunity, took the moment to stand still, producing a faint, blue aura around him. Cesc wasn't quite sure as to what the move was, but it seemed to be heightening something.
"Quick Attack!"
With a nod, Cesc's Zangoose rushed forward, leaving a streak of white light behind him. Unfortunately, he stopped dead in his tracks for a horrible second, then found himself tumbling backwards. Scyther, not having moved forward, had slashed at the air in an upwards motion, sending a wave of energy that outsped the Quick Attack.
"Oh, so cool." Cesc grinned, placing his hands on his hips as Tybalt stood back up, growling at his foe. "Alright Tybalt. Slash!" Rushing forward once more, Tybalt held his claws behind him, ready to spring them forward in another powerful Slash attack. Meanwhile, the Scyther charged forward, leaving the self-same light streak in its own quick attack. Scyther's hit came first, scoring a clean hit. But as he backed up, the deadly Zangoose claws came slashing upwards, scoring an equally clean, but more powerful, hit.
As the Scyther sailed backwards through the air, Cesc flung a park ball with all of his might. Cesc, not exactly an expert on capture, missed his mark by several yards, striking a tree. Trees, by definition of not being pokemon, were not things that could be captured, so the ball clanged noisily to the ground.
"Uh...whoops."
Tybalt shot an angry look back at his trainer, peeved at...something?
"Lemme guess, you want to finish this fight, right?" Cesc sighed. The Zangoose nodded sternly, eying the trainer with a commanding look. "Look, let me capture him, then you two can spar all the time."
Tybalt considered this for a moment, then nodded, a happy smile appearing on the Cat-Ferret's features.
"Great, so use Quick Attack before Scyther gets back up fully." The rushing attack bowled the Scyther back over before he had fully risen to his knees. As he lay there on the brink of defeat, he felt something tap his abdomen, then all was red light for a moment.
Cesc reached down and picked up the Park Ball, smiling brightly as he showed it to his date.
"Hey Bran, check it out. I caught him!"
Posted by: Douken Sota Oct 13 2011, 11:26 PM
Taking the loner path of exploring, Seican took to his own way of travel taking more to the east with the Whismur (Only because he got lost fast). "So Speaker, what do you think we should get. A Yanma? Or maybe a Shuckle... I know! An Anorith! That would get major pointage." That would be good if it wasn't for the fact that they were extinct.
As Seican and Speaker mused over which Pokemon they would get, they seemed to of wandered off into a portion of the woods surrounded in webs. Seican thought it was cool, as to him, it looked more like guitar strings. In fact, it resembled it so much, he began to pluck at one of them. "Now this is cool," he said, not knowing the plucking was loosening a sleeping Pokemon from his nest, until it plopped right onto his face.
There seemed to of been a delay of reaction on what happened before Seican begn to run about, screaming, "AHHH! I'M BLIND! I'M BLIND! SPEAKER! HELP ME OUT!!!" Hopping up, the little Whismur gave the spider a quick Pound, knocking the bug off of his trainer's face. With the face on the Spinarak's face changing to a serious mood, it was go time!
With Seican's fingers moving suddenly, a beat entered his head, as if giving the moment some http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBZYpPK5fgc&feature=related. Seemed like a good idea to get the bug's rhythm as he immediately opened up with a wide webbing attack. "Knock it away!" Seican called out, however, the moment Speaker touched it, a powerful zap went though her body. "An electric web?! Whoa!"
Nearby, a bug maniac watched Seican's reaction and chuckled. "That's Electro Web, genius. Most likely a child of one of the many Galvantula who live in these parts."
Face-rolled from the info, all our rock star could sputter out was, "Galwha?"
In return, the maniac gave a stern chuckle, amusing himself over the other's idiocy. "An Electric/Bug spider Pokemon that was brought from the Unova region. In these arts, the two breed like crazy, so this sight is common, so I wouldn't even bother catching him."
"Says you!" Watching the other leave, Seican quickly turned back to see the Spinarak taking advantage of the distraction and chewed away using Leech life. "Gyah! Speaker, knock him away with Astonish!" Flailing to try and get the out of the webs, Speaker managed to knock the spider back, having him shake off the feeling As Whismur puller herself out of the webs before looking into a Scary Face...
Of, the sheer horror on Whismur's face. The terrifying look the spider's back gave her was so frightening, she began to scream... and scream... and scream!!! With sheer terror turning into an uncontrollable Uproar, the entire woods began to echo with the Whismur's fright, harming the spider as he attacked back with Poison Sting, hoping knocking her out would shut her up, but the wailing would not stop. Spinarak's only option was to flee, but the moment he turned around to head for his web, something hit its back.
Seican, taking the spider's panic in mind, got ready a Park Ball for the capture, waiting for the right moment before tossing it. Even though the bug struggled, it seemed to of no avail as it pinged into success, just before the woods quieted down, the Whismur passing out on the spot.
Picking the Pokeball and Pokemon up, Seican let out a sigh. "Good girl," he told her... until he had a creeping suspicion he was being watched. Not much later, that same Bug maniac would see the rock star from before being chased by a swarm of angry Ariados and Galvantula as he headed for the center of the forest.
was caught!Posted by: Master Houndoom Oct 31 2011, 06:35 PM
Tinka was not happy with having been used as a shield. Unfortunately, as with most steel types, she had very few non-violent options with which to express her displeasure. Yes, she had a face. She had, in fact, two, something that Dino took much pleasure in reminding her of when she fibbed a little. But her face was locked in one odd expression, on both of her gears: One eye open, one eye closed with an X, and an open mouth. There weren't many combinations that were possible, though she did manage it sometimes.
Anger, however, was not an option. It was not the first time she had wished that Dimo had been around. While his methods were also very singular for expressing anger, she could admit to herself that smacking something over the head with a bone (or rolled up paper) was much more effective than ineffectual klinking.
It was, then, a relief that the bipedal cat-badger thing apologized immediately. She felt that she could stand up to anything he could throw at her, but she'd rather not distract him, nor be distracted, especially when she was left to take on two of the bug types of her native land. She hardly ever had anything to fear from bugs, but Branwys, the one person who allowed her an identity outside of a pair of gears, could easily be hurt, being made of soft, pink flesh rather than steel. That meant that these two were enemies of the highest order.
As Tybalt became distracted by a rogue speeding scyther, Tinka faced off against the original pair, hier gears whirring as her two open eyes aligned, unmoving, in the middle of each gear.
"Can we take out those venipede! Hahahaha! What a silly question!" called Branwys to her other gear (Their oddly shaped hand-teeth had been intertwined of late). That was one problem with her beloved master, thought Tinka. She often did not have the self-preserving sense to be afraid.
However, Branwys stepped up closer to Tinka, speaking lower. "Can we take out those two venipede?"
Tinka didn't know, and "klink"ed her response, but, as usual, Branwys took what she said wrong. "All right! That's a good attitude, Tinka! Let's show them what you've got!"
Tinka had no problem fighting. She had, after all, been raised by in the Muphenz family, and every pokémon learned to defend themselves and their trainer, no matter what may happen to be their role in the future. But she had to admit, there hadn't been a whole lot she could have done.
Up until recently.
Branwys called for a Sandstorm, and, though Tinka had been worried about harming her soft, not-steel trainer, she turned one gear just enough to understand that fear was unfounded. Branwys had slipped on a pair of goggles and was getting out a hooded coat for her soft pink flesh's protection. Tinka dropped to the ground and spun, whipping up a sand storm that left their opponents hissing in agitation.
Unbidden, but knowing she now had time with the sandstorm blinding the venipede, Tinka began to Charge the electrical pulses that held her gears together. It was as if her thoughts sped up, as well, and the venipede slowed down. Tinka was not fooled by the altered perception: It would be all too easy to miss something that she thought was going slowly and let it slip past.
Sure enough, a pair of poison stings came at her again. Tinka shifted her left gear, swatting one away, then flipped to make the right one do the same. This was something she had discovered when one of Branwys' brother had gained what amounted to a cruel-hearted weedle: She could move the left gear back and forth, but not the right. To move the right, she had to turn completely.
Branwys had been studying, it seemed, which made the sessions with the pokédex and C-Gear that much clearer. "Tinka, use Thundershock!" Tinka herself had not known she could use Thuundershock, but, at the sound of the word, the energy she had been charging flooded out of her in a wave, hitting the ground and travelling along it until it reached one of the vicious venipede. Instantly there was a pop, and the venipede squealed. Judging from the look on Branwys' face, Tinka was glad she had no sense of smell.
The one that had not been hit began to charge, and Tinka turned toward it. The second venipede, now smoking slightly, moved slowly, at times stopping to convulse. It, Tinka felt, could safely be ignored for now.
"Gear Grind!" Branwys was on the right page. It was unfortunate that Tinka could not separate into two gears and take on her opponents individually, but in this case the one getting closer was the more pertinent threat. Tinka rose, then dropped on the head of the unsuspecting venipede, spinning her gears rapidly. The thing let out a shrill cry, then turned and began to slink into the grass at amazing speeds.
"That's one! And this is two," Branwys called, lifting one of the park balls and heaving it at the second venipede. It flew true, but at the last possible second a staraptor flew down and plucked the bug off of the ground, flying off with it. The potential meal was then hit by a ball and enveloped, dropping back into the grass amid cries of young children.
"Aw, verflucht!" Branwys sighed, going to pick up the ball that had missed.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Nov 6 2011, 10:44 PM
Cesc watched the remainder of Branwys' battle with the two Venipedes, stepping far back with Tybalt as the sandstorm whipped up.
Before long, it died down, and Branwys appeared to be the victor. She did, however, fail in the catch, considering that some crazy-random-happenstances occured with the second of the Venipede pair.
"Aw, no bueno." Cesc strolled back over, holding his hand back out for her to hold. "Better luck on the next go, right?"
Cesc's Zangoose, meanwhile, re-approached the Klink, giving her something of a thumbs-up. He nodded respectfully at her before offering his claw once more, his face still deadset in its serious look. Seeing this, Cesc began to wonder if the Zangoose enjoyed anything at all, as his personality did seem to clash a bit with the more upbeat Valentine and the more impish Oberon. It would be interesting to see any combination of them work together in a battle.
"Shall we?" With that, they resumed their fairly slow pace towards the center, Cesc finding that he moreso enjoyed holding hands with a pretty girl as opposed to fighting multitudes of bug pokemon.
* * *
As they began to near the center of the park, they heard something that sounded like wailing. Then, probably a minute or so later, they heard the sound of running, and trampling.
"Well shit." Cesc sighed as the sound gave way into their line of sight. The long-haired kid from earlier was running like hell, followed closely by a number of rather large spiders. "Run!"
Holding tight to Branwys' hands, Cesc broke into something of a run. Not entirely sure as to how Branwys' little legs would contribute to running at breakneck speeds, he was tempted to pick her up. He wasn't sure, despite the Ariados and Galvantula bearing down on them, whether or not she'd take kindly to being carried. She could either see it as being rescued by her dashing beau, or being carried like a child. Not being much of a gambler, and not wanting to score some negative brownie points, they simply ran.
Tybalt, however, was a bit more noble and a bit less worried about what Tinka thought of him. After all, he wasn't exactly wooing her. Tucking the Klink under his arm, he ran forward on two legs. This slowed him down immensely, but was enough to help him keep pace with his trainer.
"What the hell did you do to piss them off?" Cesc yelled at the long-haired guitarist running alongside them.
Posted by: Douken Sota Nov 6 2011, 11:44 PM
It seemed that his running away brought him to a pair of trainers he met before: the kid and teen with the gears and Zangoose. Unfortunately for them they too were brought into the running to prevent getting completely trampled. It was almost like the moment was catching some http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZC4pneTZlAg And shouldn't you figure, they wanted to know what happened.
"Now how the hell am I supposed to know?!" he asked, returned the resting Whismur. "The Spinarack freaked out Speaker here, and all of a sudden, they turn into a stampede! Not like it was my fault!" it was just the fault of the spider scaring his Pokemon which had the echo startle a spider colony. Not like he was to blame, right? "But hey, I still caught him! he's a prize winner for sure!"
It didn't take long that they started getting bored of the chase, yet still want to get revenge on their rest, so they decided to move onto a more offensive stance, launching out waves of string shot to try and catch the trainers and Poison sting at the legs to trip them up. "NOT COOL!!!!"
Posted by: Master Houndoom Nov 27 2011, 02:43 PM
Branwys ran as fast as her tiny little legs would carry her. Due to some practice (she ran almost everywhere, just to keep up sometimes), she was not yet getting tired. However, because her legs were in fact tiny little legs, she was having quite a problem keeping up.
She almost wished that Cesc had offered to carry her, but it would have been so embarrassing!
At least it was just spiders and not parasect. Those had given her nightmares. Dead eyes... brrrr.
She screamed, slightly, when the poison stings started shooting past them. The arachnids had opted to shoot for the legs to trip, which was fine, except Branwys' entire height was about the same as the length of her companion's legs. Still, they were missing so far. She'd just have to zig zag. Or maybe she should stay straight, since they *were* missing and zig zagging might help their aim a bit...
While Branwys was pondering, Tinka, having her her trainer scream, was trying to extricate herself from Tybalt's grip. This was not an easy thing: The mongoose-like pokemon had huge claws that barred her escape from the front, and a tight grip that, while it didn't hurt her, kept her from slipping out of his hands without hurting him. She didn't want to hurt him. He seemed nice, if a bit brutish.
Branwys was still debating whether or not to try to dodge or not when the matter was decided for her. A poison sting attack barb flew past her at an angle, sticking into the ground just high enough to catch her foot. She fell forward unceremoniously and rolled before coming to a stop.
For a split second, she was stunned. Catching her wits, she saw the herd of spiders jumbling toward her, and, seeing a galvantula opening its mandibles, with sparking material between it, had no time to think.
She rolled to the side and dashed perpendicular to the path they had taken, charging between the stalks of grass in a dead run. Panic helped fuel her speed, even as she fought to regain control, and it was this fight that kept her from running in a straight line, curving her path to at least try to meet up with her friends.
If she hadn't been panicking, however, she might have curved her path in the right direction...
Posted by: Kamaitachi Nov 28 2011, 03:41 AM
The sensation of having someone's hand slip through yours turned out to be a rather horrible one. Cesc panicked a little as he felt Branwys slip out of his hands. Over his shoulder, he skidded to a halt for a moment, trying to turn back to grab her. This time, he would totally pick her up. It was quickly turning into a matter of necessity (and he'd look rather dashing doing it). However, she was quick in her own rights, and darted off to the side.
With Tinka still under Tybalt's arm, Branwys would be sans pokemon, and quite literally defenseless in the park. As Tybalt caught up, Cesc took Tinka from under his arm barked a quick order "Tybalt. Use pursuit! Catch up to Branwys and keep her safe."
With a quick nod, the cat-ferret bolted off to the side, hurtling through the underbrush to catch up to his boss's companion. Unencumbered by his own date, he was easily able to move at his own top speed in rapid pursuit of Branwys.
In the mean time, Cesc continued to run further. He couldn't really tell if any of the stampede had veered off to find Branwys, but he didn't really care. Running was the best course of action here.
"Hey, Peludo!" Referring to his remaining running mate, he focused on bringing himself back up to top speed, while holding an agitated Klink in his hands. "I can't keep this up much longer, I'm gonna fight!" He grinded to a halt and reached down to his belt for Valentine's pokeball...only to realize that he, too, had left his pokemon at the front of the park.
"Crap" With that, he once again broke into a run. "You got any ideas, kid?"
Posted by: Douken Sota Nov 28 2011, 11:30 PM
"Peluto?" he asked, watching him stop, only guessing that was what he called Seican. "What the hell is a Peluto?" he seemed to of been in the zone as he got ready to fight, only to realize he sent his Pokemon off after that little girl before running off again. C'mon, dude. Why not use that gear Pokemon thing in your arms?! came to him as he began to run.
"Now then, let me settle things!" he grinned, sliding to a stop and taking a Pokeball in hand. "Just watch and learn! Speaker, rock on!" With Pokeball in hand and the group of spiders trampling ever-so closer, he chucked it with determination and confidence. In his eye, the Pokeball flew slowly in the air, bursting open in midflight, letting his Whisper Pokemon appear on the battlefield... "Whiiiis..." still knocked out from her freak out.
"..." Seican was completely spaced out, completely forgetting that it takes more than running like crazy to have a Pokemon slowly wake up. With the spiders trampling forward, an Aridos went and launched the pink Pokemon into the back of Cesc's head as he ran away. "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!" Back into a panicked run, he bursted ahead of Cesc, tripping along the way. As he tried to recover his footing, he accidentally got his hair between the gears of the Klink, so once he got his footing back and ran, he never reaalized he took some extra company... while forgetting someone else.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Dec 8 2011, 04:25 PM
The grass was too tall. She was lost.
That was the first thought that penetrated the panicky mind of Branwys "Tinkertot" Muphenz as she began to slow down. She turned in place, seeing little but grass in front of her wherever she turned. The sky was still blue, and, while winded, she wasn't exhausted yet, so she hadn't been running for too long. She stopped turning. It was making her dizzy.
The second thought that followed shortly after this strong of thoughts was that, despite her usual care, she had dropped her bag. That was distressing, not only because all of her forms of communication were in that, save for the C-Gear, which still wasn't compatible with the networks on Furoh. She scowled down at her wrist. If she knew the frequencies, she might be able to figure out a way to make things compatible. Her brother, Gilgamesh, would have been able to find the frequency with little more than the tools it took to take the C-Gear apart, which reminded her: Her tools were also in her bag.
The third thought that she had, which came during this frustrated second train of thoughts, occurred after hearing a rustle in the grass nearby. She was not alone, and yet, she had no allies. Dimo, who had been confined to his pokéball, was back at the judges table, and Tinka had been unable to follow her. For the first time, she regretted her decision of one pokémon over another: Dimo had an uncanny knack of finding her, while Tinka, being gears, had no such knack, and in fact was used to being perceived as ornamentation on Branwys' bag, which she took absolutely everywhere.
Unless she dropped it, of course.
But there was that worrisome rustle again, and Branwys had nothing with which to protect herself, not even a pokéball to throw at the creature and capture, or, at least, distract it with. Loathe as she was to hurt a pokémon, she stooped down and picked up a dirt clod at her feet. She was a good thrower: One had to be as a trainer, for one thing, but she spent time practicing when she was younger and it still showed. She could, she hoped, scare off any insects that emerged from the rustling stalks of grass, and run the other way, if she had to. She cocked her hand back, holding the clod high over her head so that she could better strike the ground at whatever-it-was' feet.
However, what emerged from the grass shocked her so much, she dropped the dirt clod, which hit her head and exploded in a crumble of dirt. "ACK!" she cried, spitting and wiping at her face before calming and giving a big grin. "Mercutio! Can you lead me to Cesc?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
For a metallic pokémon with four eyes and two mouths, Tinka still managed a sufficiently surprised expression. She had just been in the process of extracting herself from Cescs grip, realizing that neither he nor their ersatz companion was able to battle the chasing pokémon off, when, while spinning up to send an attack at the insects, her gears jammed in what she was just realizing to be the hair of said companion.
He was travelling quickly, pulling Tinka away from Cesc and, even worse, Branwys, who had dashed off to avoid a near immanent trampling. Understandable as that was, Tinka, who was only fast when she "skated", had not been able to see where Branwys had run.
And now she was caught in this person's hair. Try as she might, spinning (slowly, as she didn't want to hurt him just yet) forward or backward, she wasn't getting loose. After a while, she stopped. She could tear herself loose, of course, but instead she thought she'd wait until the boy stopped. He would be needed to find Branwys...
Posted by: Kamaitachi Dec 8 2011, 11:56 PM
Cesc, unsure as to what exactly was happening, felt a soft, yet swift, thud on the back of his head. A pink blur whizzed in front of his eyes, and he realized that Tinka, who had been in his hands, was now replaced with the cute bunny that their erstwhile companion had summoned earlier.
He'd heard, offhandedly, that the thing's name was "Speaker", but Cesc had no idea as to how the creature operated beyond the fact that it had a name, and that it was unconscious in his arms.
The long-haired guitarist, summoning a burst of speed that Cesc had not foreseen, sped off into the distance with Tinka firmly attached to his hair, leaving Cesc the only one remaining facing the Ariados and Galvantula. He was getting quite tired of running, but his only other choice was to get trampled and eaten.
Seeing a branch path, Cesc willed himself some speed as he dashed forward, clutching Speaker to his chest as he did. The Spider-horde behind him seemed to be slowing down, and he sighed, relieved, for the moment.
Then he realized he'd run off a small cliff. As his legs struggled valiantly to find some ground to run on, while one arm flailed about wildly in search of something to grab on to, his face was simply one of acceptance. He was about to take a tumble. Giving up on saving himself, he managed to pull himself into a curl, forming a protective barrier around the small pokemon in his arms.
After a brief tumble, he lay on the ground, groaning in pain, holding the unconscious Whisper pokemon still in his arms. The pokemon might've been a little squeezed, but otherwise seemed rather unharmed. He also still had his unnamed Scyther in his belt, but it appeared that the 'team' had separated, and magically wound up with each other's pokemon.
Opting to lay around for a moment while the painful throbbing around his body stopped, he hoped no bug pokemon decided to drop in on him and-
As if on cue, a rather large, angry looking Pinsir trundled into view. Seeing Cesc laying on the ground was a pretty clear indication that the human trainer was a meal, so with a clack of its terrifying pincers, strode towards the downed man.
Groaning, Cesc pulled out the pokeball for his Scyther, tossing it forward. Popping out of the ball, the scyther immediately took scope of the Pinsir, and readied his arm blades.
"Okay...Bardolph." Cesc drew the name of the guard from Shakespeare's Henriad, since Bardolph was one of his more favourite, underappreciated characters. "Kick that thing's ass!"
* * *
After bounding after the miniscule companion's trail, Tybalt the Zangoose finally appeared in her sight. She had, surprisingly, sought to arm herself with dirt, and had prepared to hit him with it. However, in her surprise, simply sullied herself instead.
"Mercutio! Can you lead me to Cesc?"
Tybalt cocked his head to the side curiously. He didn't remember his name being Mercutio, nor did he know the implications that it implied. Cesc had certainly never explained to him that Mercutio was the one killed by Tybalt, but likewise, Tybalt had been killed by Romeo. In fact, Cesc had not yet explained anything about the nicknames to any of his pokemon, except that they were from Shakespeare.
"Goose." He nodded, moving swiftly to her side and standing guard. He sniffed at the air, but without the powerful olfactory senses afforded to some other pokemon, he was having a difficult time locating Cesc's scent.
Giving something of a shrug, he dropped down on all fours and began to pad forward in a haphazard direction that remotely resembled the direction that Cesc had run in earlier. His guess was as good as any, and hopefully, that led them somewhere filled with less danger and more Cesc.
Posted by: Douken Sota Dec 10 2011, 02:17 AM
He could not hear any more footprints. The sound of the stampede had died down. Finally! Seican thought as he screeched to a halt, suddenly getting hit in the back of the head by a chunk of metal. "Ow! What the-" Looking back and forth, he tried to see what it was that hit him, just to see the two gears caught in his hair.
"Damn it," he muttered, grabbing the pair of gears and tried to pull them apart. "Alright, you two," he shouted, as if the Klink was like two separate Pokemon. "Let go now!" Pulling them apart seemed to of been no help, as they were clearly not budging, so the next best thing was to push. "C'mon, get out of my hair! Speaker, give me a hand... Speaker?" Looking back and forth, he tried to see where the Whismur has gone, but saw nothing but a squad of Durant scouting the field. "Where did everyone go?"
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With a small murmur, Speaker started to come to, eye blinking open slowly to see herself in the arms of someone else. Panicked a little, she started getting frantic, looking everywhere for Seican. His long, ash black hair was no where to be seen, and instead, he was in the arms of someone more neatly dressed, and a Scyther and Pinser getting ready to start to fight. Where did he go? He would never abandon me... Speaker began to think. He said we would be the best pair out there. We could become large stars... As the thoughts poured into her mind, she started to sniffle, tears starting to form in her eyes. If Cesc doesn't do anything to calm her down, there would be yet another uncontrollable Uproar to deal with...
Posted by: Master Houndoom Dec 22 2011, 11:56 PM
Tinka strained as the man pressed and pulled and bent. If he'd just have waited, she'd have gotten free herself! Granted, she was a steel type, so his manipulations didn't hurt, but it was annoying.
And he kept yelling. ... No, she was used to that, Branwys yelled a lot, too.
Still, he was distinctly not Branwys. For one thing, he was taller. Much, much taller. And there were several other distinctive differences.
After one particular annoying pull, in which he was actually pulling her against the rotation she was trying to climb down his hair with, she decided she'd had enough and sent a mild electric shock through his hands, and, suddenly, in a way she didn't quite understand, she was free of hair and there was a mild smell of overheated hair in the air.
She floated up, shaking herself off and rotating her gears rapidly, clearing any loose strands of hair from herself and simultaneously giving him a rousing lecture that, unfortunately, only sounded like a rapid series of "klink"s to him.
Rolling her two open eyes when she realized that he didn't understand her any more than Branwys (less so, even, since Branwys had gotten good at guessing what Tinka was trying to say), she turned on her vertical axis, scanning for her trainer.
Klinks, generally, were impassive, pragmatic pokémon, a disposition from not having a discernable face to communicate with. Tinka was only slightly different, in that having a trainer that not only spoke with her as if she were a human (and understandable), but also went as far as to assign her a gender and personality actually gave her a personality (but not a gender; that was medically impossible as far as either of them knew). However, realistically, it would be improper of her to go searching for her trainer and leaving this one behind without so much as a stick to defend himself with. Not to mention that she had no tracking facilities, unlike Dimo, who seemed to have a preternatural sense as to where Branwys was at all times.
So Tinka resolved that she would stay with the puller. At least until they found Branwys.
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Branwys followed Tybalt. For the time being, she had little other choice; though she'd never mentioned to Cesc that pokémon with claws aslong as her entire upper body kind of freaked her out, Tybalt was her only hope to find Cesc, and maybe the guy who started the stampede in the first place.
She hoped Tinka was OK. Because she was supposed to catch pokémon with her own, she had let Tinka float freely. However, the klink had not followed her, which wasn't surprising. In the tall grass, Tinka would have trouble seeing Branwys in order to track her, and she didn't float overly quickly. Perhaps Tinka had stayed behind with Cesc...
They hadn't been walking long when the grass rustled before them. Branwys' heart leapt. Had Cesc come to find her? Or someone else? However, it soon became apparent that the rustling had nothing to do with humans: It was angry and there were noises coming out of the tall grass that did not sound like someone searching for something as much as two rapidash having a kicking contest inside of a very tight canvas sack.
The grass parted, and rising above them was a large purple quadrapedal pokémon with a long neck. The scarred body was adorned with alternating dark and light purpe bands, and two pincer-like antennae extended from either side of its head. Currently, its back was to Branwys and Tybalt, but that wouldn't last long. The Drapion was screeching and hissing at something before it.
It was soon apparent by the pinkish-red, long body that a drapion and a scolipede had decided they didn't like each other. The scolipede's antennae waved menacingly, and the two circled each other, wobbling slightly. The fight had been going on for a while.
The first thought on Branwys' mind was that she wished she had her bag, so she could catch the weakened winner. The second thought, the more frightning one, was that the winner may well be hungry after this battle, and Branwys was bite sized...
"Mercutio, we'd either better get out of here or end this for them!"
Posted by: Kamaitachi Dec 23 2011, 12:52 AM
The newly named "Bardolph" looked rather confused, and still a bit weak from his earlier match with Cesc's Tybalt. However, he was immediately presented with the opportunity to test his mettle once more. In the back of his mind, the Scyther actually seemed rather pleased to have wound up with a trainer who either sought out, or stumbled upon strong opponents. (Unfortunately, he didn't know of Cesc's plans for Co-Ordination Domination, which meant he had to fight prettily.
In any case, pretty wasn't a difficult thing for a Scyther in general. The Bug pokemon was incredibly agile, and had a natural sort of terryfing grace about him. He hardly paid attention to it, most notably because he was usually attempting to rip his enemy into thinly sliced strips.
The Pinsir charged forward with its heavy claws clacking angrily, but a surprisingly spirited Wing Attack knocked him back several paces, stunning him a bit. Bardolph not only possessed a flying type move, but was backed by his own flying-typing, giving the attack some extra juice.
And yet, the next hurdle arrived rather quickly. In Cesc's arms, the little pink Speaker began to stir,
"Oh hey there Speaker." Cesc smiled, despite the rather gruesome situation playing out before him. The Whisper pokemon responded with sniffles and tears, which immediately set Cesc ill at ease. "Whoa whoa, hey hey hey! What's wrong there, little cutie??" He tried his best to sound placating and calm, but he wasn't exactly sure what would cause the creature to cry. Surely it could've been a myriad of things, ranging from injury, to missing her trainer, to waking up in the arms of a stranger (So Scary!), or waking up to see two large, terrifying bug monsters fighting. Cesc, while not a moron, was definitely no expert on Pokemon either, which meant he unfortunately didn't know anything about the pink blob with funny, swiftly-watering eyes in his lap.
* * *
Tybalt trotted slightly ahead, but within reach of his charge, sniffing the air ahead and peeking around with sharp, cat-like glances. Occasionally he would stop and twitch his ears, trying to make out the sounds of...well...everything. While he was quite adept at listening to forest sounds, the sounds of pokemon battles, trainer battles and all the other various random sounds around him. He was having difficult, however, using any of his sense to locate his trainer, his date (the floating gears), the noisy kid, or the pink thing.
Nevertheless, he trotted doggedly forward.
As they approached some horrid sounding noises, he stopped dead in his tracks and bristled in place. It was very cat-like maneuver, but Tybalt was a sort of cat-ferret anyways, so it didn't seem too out of place for him. Nevertheless, he was trying to convey that there was danger ahead, but Branwys kept walking. The little human had no sense of self preservation, evidently, but Tybalt found that if he could look at it as a sense of adventure, then he rather liked it.
The sight they beheld was that of two titan bug pokemon, one Drapion and one Scolipede, duking it out in all their buggy glory.
"Mercutio, we'd either better get out of here, or end this for them!"
Tybalt cocked his head with a curious expression at being called the wrong name again, but he lacked the vocal vocabulary to explain otherwise to Branwys.
"Zangoose." he sighed, then looked to the two. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was fighting (A trait he shared in common with his new brother-in-arms, Bardolph). However, their difference was probably that the Scyther enjoyed fighting, and always sought heights in his battles, while the Zangoose was just sort of a bar-room brawler, who liked fighting simply for the sake of fighting. Cesc would probably have trouble honing the two in to fight in flashy contest battles for him, as both seemed to not understand the idea of fighting with flair and panache.
Tangent aside, Tybalt realized the inherent nature of the one on one pokemon battle, and decided that it wasn't really right of him to interfere in someone else's fight. He certainly didn't enjoy it when other people stepped into his, and still wasn't quite used to the fact that his trainer would be calling the shots, rather than him. This was certainly a chance to fight in the way he enjoyed doing, but there was the risk of failure, and that he and the tiny human could be eaten by large bugs.
He jerked his head to the left, indicating for Branwys to follow, and began trotting off, giving a wide berth to the two fighters. Even in their weakened state, Scolipede and Drapion were two fully evolved, and probably very powerful pokemon. He wasn't sure he had it in him to defeat either one of them, let alone do so while protecting his human charge. Keeping a wary eye on them, he hoped neither he or Branwys would attract their attention.
Posted by: Douken Sota Dec 23 2011, 01:25 AM
With a quick shock through his system, and the constant grinding of the gears, it seemed that the Pokemon was able to get free by cutting a few strands of hair that held her. "What was that for?!" he yelled at the Pokemon, before he actually noticed himself on what happened. "Oh..." So the duo were free. Great! Next up was to know where they were, and that the Pokemon in front of him was, which was answered by the rant. "Okay, guessing by that, you are called Klink... And if i would throw out a couple random cards, you would be either Steel or Electric..." Even if his Pokedex was working, it would still not given him any data since it would only go up to number 386.
"OKAY THEN!" he randomly yelled out. "I guess we should go and look for that little girl, right? She is the trainer you came in with?" Looking around, he already seemed to of lost the path he ran through randomly. "Let's see... How about... this way!" Walking into an area of tall grass, expecting the gears to follow, he soon ran out as the grass was covered in a purple dust. Leave it to him to run into a nest full of Paras. "A little help please!"
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The voice threw away her thoughts as she looked up at the trainer that held him. It was the same one that winked to her at the beginning of the competition! She never did get a name, but she knew she wasn't all that alone. Still, her mind began to wander so she tried to ask him questions on where her trainer is and she was with him. However, just like her name is a combination of "whisper" and"murmur," her questions were quiet and full of hiccups as she tried not to cry herself crazy. Still, she could not stop thinking of that possibility... the one that would make her sad and cry.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Jan 17 2012, 04:38 AM
Tinka wanted to sigh. She'd seen Branwys do it, quite often in Unova. I hadn't been very often here in Furoh, of course. There was far too much to do. Except for the last few days, when she thought that her tall man had no cared to call her, Branwys was far too wide eyed and open mouthed to even think about sighing.
She'd seen Dimo do it, too, when he thought he was alone. He did not fit the stereotypical mold of a cubone pining for his long dead mother (something Tinka had heard around the Muphenz household, but had never believed since the one cubone she knew was Dimo...), but sometimes, at night, when he was alone, he'd make his way to the gable roof ourside of Branwys' room and look up at the moon, sighing.
Klinks did not need as much rest as non-steel types did, and her time spent on the bracket on Branwys' purse was rest enough.
However, being a steel type, while it was good for not needing rest and spying on cubones who would be upset if they'd known, was bad for sighing. There was no way to do it properly. No chest to heave in and out, no eyes to properly look sad, and two mouths had a way of making any sad expression look odd at best.
Tinka was sure other steel types had the same problem.
This boy was kind of loud. That was nothing new of course. Branwys was loud. And headstrong, and not always smart. But she was good at getting out of situations she put herself in, and that made it worth while. That and the affection.
This... man? Boy? Tinka had so much trouble with ages. This person, while he had not gotten them into any situations, seemed to be as reckless as her own trainer, but not as able to get out of the situations he'd made. Stepping into a nest of tiny bug types? Not the smartest thing to do.
Of course, he was without his pokemon, but she was available.
She swooped forward, taking the lead paras in a head on tackle. Of course, the tackle wasn't much: She was light, and it wasn't as if she knew the move Tackle. But it did get her into position to Gear Grind the beast.
Unfortunately, at that moment the rest of them puffed out their mushrooms, shook them, and sent a load of powder at the klink. Well, some of them did. Others went through the motion, but nothing happened.
Fortunately, that powder was Poison Powder, to which Tinka was immune. Had it been spore, she would have been paralyzed.
And that gave her an idea.
Revving her gears, she let the charge that held her together strengthen until it was visible. A few of the para chipped at her with their claws, trying to knock her down with Scratches, but they weren't very effective about it. Tinka turned to one side and unleashed the mightiest ThunderShock she could (which, to be honest, wasn't that much). It was enough to send the paras on that side scurrying, leaving behind a few that could only sit and twitch on the ground, paralyzed themselves. She turned and saw the rest beginning to back away, and shot off another ThunderShock at them as well. Her motive was not to hurt, but rather to warn. It seemed to be working.
She was, she thought, very lucky that these were such young paras...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Branwys watched the pair of pokemon that Tybalt had bypassed. As much as fighting one or both of them would be exciting, she was glad that Tybalt had nixed the idea. They were huge, and he was... a good fighter, but certainly not huge.
Dimo was like that. A good battler, to be sure, but smart.
They seemed to be properly preoccupied with each other, and Branwys and Tybalt passed without incident. Branwys hadn't realized she had been holding her breath until she let it out. "Good job, Mercutio," she sighed. "You're smarter than I am, sometimes!"
Tybalt looked at her, half annoyed, she thought. Then again, zangoose weren't known to be smiley. They looked at each other, eye to eye, for a little while, then continued in the direction that he'd jerked his head earlier.
Branwys slowly became aware of... something. It was on the edge of her consciousness, like something grating at her brain. Like an irritating sound, but there was no sound. It was setting her teeth on edge.
She looked at Tybalt, seeing if the "sound" was affecting him as well. But she kept looking over her shoulder, back where the two pokemon had been fighting...
"Mercutio, do you think you can lead us past those battlers without attracting their attention? Like circle around them? There's... something over there..."
Posted by: Kamaitachi Jan 18 2012, 01:35 AM
"Oh oh oh, there there" Cesc scratched at the spot just behind Speaker's ears. Such a spot worked wonders on Valentine, his Sneasel, and he wondered if it was perhaps a good spot for essentially all mammalian creatures. "Please don't cry. We'll go find Monsieur Longhair, and get you back together in no time, okay?"
He wasn't sure exactly how to appease the Whismur, mostly because they were definitely not speaking the same language. However, he had to redirect his attention to his new comrade Bardolph as he took on the Pinsir.
"Bardolph, use that most excellent wing attack!" Cesc swept his hand out, as the Pinsir charged. The clacking bug met the Scyther's glowing wings head on, and found itself stumbling backwards a bit. Begrudgingly, the creature opted to retreat away from what had appeared to be an easy meal. It hadn't been a moment too soon either, as Bardolph dropped to a knee panting heavily.
Cesc, budding coordinator, took the time to note that Scyther was a rather spindly pokemon, and was probably not too good at weathering long amounts of attacks. The fight with Tybalt earlier had weakened it to the point of capture, and the meager hits from the Pinsir probably left him on the verge of collapse.
"Why, Bardolph." Cesc smiled winningly at the panting pokemon "You're quite the warrior. I admire that."
The surly Scyther growled at Cesc, who took that as an immediate and rather blatant sign that he'd not yet been accepted as a master by any means. His command for "Wing Attack" had probably coincided Bardolph's already planned move. He opted to take that as a sign of similar thinking and wavelength, and returned his new pokemon to the park ball. "Gracias!" he grinned as the creature disappeared.
Gingerly, he rose to his feet, still holding the recently re-awakened Whismur.
"Okay Speaker. You've got some big ears. Maybe you can hear your loudmouth trainer somewhere nearby?"
* * *
Tybalt did indeed look back at Branwys at her comment. It wasn't an annoyed face by any means, but the Zangoose had his serious features almost always on.
Then Branways asked him something that seemed completely out of the blue: She wanted to move back around the battling bug-titans. Even as she asked, a ferocious series of Steamrollers and Poison Jabs were launched out with unsurprising ferocity. The two giant bugs gave it their all as Tybalt and Branwys stood still in dangerous proximity.
He cocked his head to one side for a moment, intrigued, but mostly confused, at her request. He glanced to fighting bug behemoths, then back to her, then back once again. With a rather human-like shrug, he fell back forward onto all fours, and started on a path that left a wide berth between his ward and the warriors. With movements between feline and musteline, he stalked around, keeping his trainer's date in the periphery of his vision. After all, she was a rather small thing, and could probably easily get lost or eaten.
Posted by: Douken Sota Jan 19 2012, 08:59 PM
Her large ears being scratched as suched seemed quite soothing, letting her calm down a little and catching her breath. He wasn't a bad guy. He was good. He wanted to help him find "Monsieur Longhair," even though she is looking for Seican. Maybe Monsieur could help him find Seican easier! If that was the case, then there was a godo chance that this guy could be trusted... after a small battle.
Watching the quick actions betwen the two, she could tell that the Scyther was not feeling all that well, and could understand the hate of being "owned." Not everyone enjoyed it, and soem never develop out of that phase, no matter how hard the human tries. Maybe he would grow accustomed to this human, Whismur thought before looking back at Cesc.
Seems like he wanted to use her ability to hear to find Monsieur, but it could be easier to find Seican with it. She knew how loud he could be. "Closing" her eyes, she focused her hearing around the area, seeking anything tht stood out. There was the buzzing of Beedrill, the fast Yanma skimming through the air, an epic battle between a Drapion and a foreign bug titan, and... clicking? Come to think of it, Seican seemed to of picked up a pair of gears which clicked a lot as it rotated. Maybe that was them! Looking up at Cesc, she let off a low murmur, pointing in the direction of the sound.
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"I knew you were a steel type!" Seican cried, watchnig it take the POison Powder like nothing, since Poison was useless against Steel types. "Are you also an Electric type?" Still, the gears was good at stopping the small swarm poisoning him in the middle of the field, unattended, and possibly die completely by poison. Walking to the gear's "back" he gave it a hard pat, telling it, "Good job! You did awesome out there! You must have an epic trainer. Now then... where the hell are we?!"
Looking around, he had to figure a way out, and clearly walking through the grass was going to be of no help. Next best think was to walk thorugh a clearing and hopefully reach a path. If they don't get anywhere, then they could go the opposite way. "Now then... that way!" Pointing one again to an open area, he began to walk straight into the unknown... just without the tall grass.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Jan 26 2012, 02:50 AM
Whatever it was, it was getting steadily worse.
"Thanks, again, Mercutio, for helping me."
Tybalt had been diligent in making sure that Branwys was unharmed. Luckily, the two large bug types were too busy with each other to worry about two diminutive figures passing them. Despite a scare when one landed with a heavy thud and scrambling of insectile limbs, they were able to pass the fighters with no incident.
"I wonder what got into those two, huh?"
Walking next to the zangoose was a little bit sobering for Branwys. He wasn't much of a talker, and she felt she needed to talk to keep her mind off of the grating sensation causing her to clench her jaw. Oh, he was gallant enough. He had thrown himself between Branwys and the ariados when the latter had crashed down near them. But his facial features seemed to be stuck in a perpetual frown, and he was silent, and, worst of all...
He was taller than her.
"I sure hope Cesc is OK..."
She sighed deeply. This wouldn't be so bad, if he were human. She'd even gotten used to the idea that human children would eventually grow taller than her, despite the fact that she would be older than them. But Tybalt (though she still believed his name was Mercutio, a likely cause of his "quiet") was a pokémon, and to have something one supposedly ordered around (to be fair, she wouldn't be ordering him around, but the principle was there...) be almost one third again her size drove home something she hadn't wanted to think about. A dark fact that had loomed up in the morass of emotions brought on by Cesc having not called her back...
Cesc was a good double her height. She couldn't look past it for much longer. He was handsome, and fun, and seemed to like her for her and not the fact that she looked like a living kewpie doll, but how long would that last?
Her teeth were beginning to ache, from gritting them against the noise.
"Do you feel that, Mercutio?"
To her surprise, the zangoose nodded. Jarred from her emotional recriminations, she looked at him, then started moving, more purposely, toward the... noise, for lack of a better term. A large bush was in the way, surrounded by tall grass and small trees on either side. Branwys tried to circle the bush as noiselessly as possible. As it happened, she needn't have worried.
In a clearing, flanking a machine were two large (even when not comparing her to her) men who looked more at home in a biker gang in Castelia than in this near idyllic park. The machine looked a lot like an old style reel to reel tape player, help up on four spindly legs much like one would see on a TV dinner tray.
Branwys gaped, hidden so far from the men, and then looked at Tybalt. Tybalt looked back at her.
"So, what's this do again?" The first man, a large, but not yet fat, stupid looking man regarded the machine with a wary eye.
"I toldja," said the second, skinny and long haired, crossing his arms in a smug matter. "It sends out waves of sound we can't hear that gets the bugs all riled up. Then, when they're weak from fighting each other, we grab the ones left conscious and train 'em!" He blew out a bubble of gum and snapped it loudly. "Easy as lyin'."
Branwys felt her teeth grit harder, if that was possible. These guys were either cheating, or purposely hurting pokémon for their own gains. Her eyes narrowed. She wished, oh, how she wished, that Dimo were here...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Tinka would have sighed. It was becoming a thing with her, realizing she couldn't sigh though she desperately wanted to.
She had done a job on the paras, even if she did say so herself. They had been, however, quite young. So many at once would have likely worn even her down.
The man was impressed, as he should be. But he was loud, and now he was attacking her, smacking her left gear so hard that it briefly went perpendicular and she could look herself in the eye...
She ignored his questions, staying around him because he might be useful, rather than that he might be a good companion. He did have the redeeming quality of thinking Branwys was a brilliant trainer.
Something was bothering her, though. She had, never in all of her time with Branwys, and Agatha before that, seen a paras willingly come out in the light, even having been stepped on. Something, she thought, might be provoking them.
... But what?
Posted by: Kamaitachi Jan 27 2012, 02:35 AM
Stalwart and ever quiet, Tybalt padded around the two massive bugs, but still took the time to gesture in response to Branwys' constant barrage of questions. He'd noted earlier that Tinka had responded with several "Klinks" that sounded almost like speech. He was fairly limited to the syllables "Zan" and "Goose", or would sometimes even dare to combine them into one coherent: "Zangoose", but rarely found the need or want to do so.
"I sure hope Cesc is OK..."
He nodded in assent when he heard that question. He was still getting used to his new rather haphazard master, who insisted on dressing him up all the time. However, he noted that Cesc had an aptitude for finding trouble (and so did this girl!), which meant that there were plenty of worthy opponents.
"Do you feel that, Mercutio?"
The Zangoose paused for a moment, his ears twitching as he listened for an incredibly faint sound. Nodding solemnly, he watched as she moved off, curious that she was, in fact, moving towards the irksome noise, rather than away from it. Nothing good ever made those sorts of noises, and here the small human was making a beeline towards it. Giving something of a sigh (in a way that a Klink could never do), he followed after her, determined to protect his ward, even from her own foolishness.
He wasn't quite sure what to do, but the noise was upsetting him, and that meant that it had to stop. Branwys, too, look rather agitated, but perhaps because the men appeared rather loathsome. They looked pretty rough, and Tybalt couldn't remember spotting them out in the crowd earlier.
Without further ado, he sprang from their hiding spot, bounding out. With the two enemy trainers shouting in dismay and surprise (perhaps respectively), Tybalt reared up and brought his heavy claws down on the machine. Yet, the machine seemed rather sturdily built, and all he managed to do was knock the damn thing over. The horrid sound was still there, and now the two trainers were summoning pokemon to the field to fight him off.
Tybalt bounded back, standing between the two men, and the still concealed Branwys. He didn't particularly want to involve her, but from what he gathered from the girl so far, she was rather hands on.
"Goose." He barked, indicating her, then pointing at the machine. Perhaps there was a chance that the machine girl could disable it while he distracted the two lunks with a battle. If he could keep their attention drawn on him, she would be able to sneak around them and take care of the machine.
A dull surprise overtook his face as something bounced off his head. Looking down at the ground in front of him, he stared blankly at the pokeball that landed on the ground. One of them actually had the audacity to try to capture him. Bristling madly, he charged forward as two bright lights appeared on the field.
Before the trainers could even issue commands, the Zangoose swept his claw along the ground before swinging it upwards in a powerful slash, catching the newly appeared Electrike off guard. The electric puppy went sailing into the air as Tybalt turned to face the more prepared of the two. An Arbok.
It wasn't a Seviper, by any means, but Tybalt had a distaste for the other snakelike creature, and immediately stooped low, avoiding a high slash of the Cobra's poison steeped tail.
He glanced again at Branwys' position, to see if she'd moved at all.
***
"Excellent!" Cesc chimed happily as he started walking in the direction that Speaker had indicated. Every part of this forest-park seemed precisely similar to the part previous, and Cesc slowly began to think that he was in a labyrinth. At some point, he'd realize that escape was impossible, and that a giant minotaur would come and crush him with a giant axe, then eat his bones.
Cesc liked his bones.
"Speaker, your hearing's a lot better than mine, so you let me know if anything's approaching us. We need to keep you nice and safe until we find your trainer, and Bardolph there probably isn't quite up for another battle just yet."
All the while as they walked, he continued to scratch and stroke the little pink thing in his arms. She really was quite a cutie. (Little did he know, her evolutions were downright hideous!) Not sure what else to do, and not quite sure how to communicate with the tiny...thing...in his arms, he simply began singing a little ditty he remembered. He wasn't a great singer by any means, but his voice was surprisingly robust and full.
"Si supieras,
que aun dentro de mi alma,
conservo aquel carińo
que tuve para ti...
Quien sabe si supieras
que nunca te he olvidado,
volviendo a tu pasado
te acordaras de mi...
Los amigos ya no vienen
ni siquiera a visitarme,
nadie quiere consolarme
en mi afliccion...
Desde el dia que te fuiste
siento angustias en mi pecho,
deci, percanta, que has hecho
de mi pobre corazon?
Sin embargo,
yo siempre te recuerdo
con el carińo santo
que tuve para ti.
Y estas en todas partes
pedazo de mi vida,
y aquellos ojos que fueron mi alegria
los busco por todas partes
y no los puedo hallar.
Al cotorro abandonado
ya ni el sol de la mańana
asoma por la ventana
como cuando estabas vos,
y aquel perrito compańero
que por tu ausencia no comia,
al verme solo el otro dia
tambien me dejo."
Of course, as he sang, he didn't quite think about the fact that his singing was potentially clogging the hearing of his companion and radar, Speaker.
Posted by: Douken Sota Jan 28 2012, 11:57 AM
Seican was getting no where and fast. More than a handful of times had he walked into a grouping of trees which showed no sign of a pathway,m and the gears following him didn't seem to show much in knowing the way either. With such a locked impression, he couldn't even tell if it was concerned over the Paras in he first place. Not like Seican knew that they didn't like to be in bright areas and not as aggressive.
"Let's see... there has to be a better way to find the path. Someone who should know the woods well... Oh, duh!" Taking a Park Ball in hand, he chucked it up, screaming, "Rock on, Record!" which soon released the captured Spinarak. The spider he caught before the stampede that broke the group apart. "Did ya hear that? Record! Awesome name! Now then, help out by -" Not even caring about what the trainer was talking about, he latched himself back onto Seican's face. Can't really blame him. Here, his little colony was trying to deal with this irritating noise before he was "strummed" out of his web, left to deal with that pink ball of a loud mouth. To make things worse, she [i]had[i] to scream at a similar frequency as the noise at the same rhythm, amplifying it to cause the colony to go berserk! Oh, this guy will get it, and get it good...
But the noise... it was still there. He could still hear it buzz in his head, and it was pissing him off worse. Jumping off, the spider went for a straight charge at whatever was making that irritating noise.
"Alright! Let's follow him!" Seican yelled out, chasing after the spider. Looks like the gears has to follow up some more.
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His singing was not helping. Not only did she not know what he was saying in the first place, but it was ruining her focus. So, with a quick upwards Pound to his chin, she made sure to tell him it would be better to keep quiet. Cause if this human sang again, he would get hit again.
With some quiet around her once more, she was able to focus a bit better. Strange, though. She could hear the agitated buzzing of insects. She could hear punches coming at each other than the trainers that wish to catch them. And that clicking... well, it wasn't a click per say. It seemed more like an unnatural buzz. If it wasn't for her Soundproof ability, she probably would of gotten riled up as well, but she was able to hear it clearly, and know it was annoying. That buzz is blocking the surrounding noises making it harder to hear for Seican. Maybe if they quieted it, she could hear easier. Still, she felt like she was on track, so she kept pointing Cesc in the direction of the buzz.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 1 2012, 12:12 AM
Branwys had not sat idle. As soon as the zangoose had made the move to attack, Branwys had scrambled up, circling around the men. She wanted a look at that machine. Supposedly it was there to agitate the bugs, and, guessing from the sensations around her jaw, teeth, and ears, it was a sonic device. Most pokemon had varying sensitivities to sonics. There was a good chance that someone could have found a frequency to do this.
Just not these two. They didn't seem the type to invent. More the type to steal someone else's invention and use it for their own ends.
And she got that. So long as someone had thrown the device away, she wasn't afraid of a little scavenging. She didn't think these two blokes had "scavenged", though. She was pretty sure they out right stole it.
She crept up while the two were distracted by Tybalt (who she still thought of as Mercutio), making her way to the box on the spindly legs. The "sound", just outside of her range of hearing, was more intense (she couldn't rightfully say louder...), and she could feel her teeth almost rattling with it.
She stood on the tips of her toes (grudgingly thanking Zeetha for forcing her to "at least try" ballet), to get a better look. The box was a simple device. Speakers, to be sure, but larger than she'd have guessed, and a knob that was surrounded by silhouettes of what she assumed were pokemon shapes. If that was the criteria being used to select what sound played, and if the noise was meant to effect pokemon by body type, her opinion of the inventor of this device had dropped all the way back to Unova. Worse, there was no apparent off switch.
Branwys had two options in dealing with this thing. The first was to grab a wrench from her bag and smash the glorious hell out of it. It was, as much as she loathed wrecking machinery, the most expedient choice. It was also quite impossible, as she had lost her bag.
That left Option Number Two. She grabbed the thing and ran.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dimo was not happy. Ordinarily, he would not be upset at Branwys picking Tinka over him for anything. He knew his strengths and weaknesses, and he knew the klamotten needed a work out sometimes, too. This time, however, he'd been stuck in his ball.
That was no place to be.
He didn't really like his ball. Branwys didn't seem to like his ball, either, or at least didn't like putting him or the klinkensprotten in their balls. He once watched her as she spent a night trying to get the bracket on her satchel to act in the same capacity as a pokeball, allowing Tinka to rest there, She hadn't yet mastered it, but he'd had fun getting the items Branwys needed, so it wasn't a total waste.
No, he didn't like his ball, and he didn't like being cooped up in it, and he definitely didn't like the sinking, churning feeling in his gut. He'd have to get out.
Luckily, there was a way. He just had to... *PAFF*
He materialized in the bag There was room for him, but not much, and more worrisome, the bag was on the ground. He slipped out, gathered the spilled items, put them in the bag, gathered the bag, and, unable to sling it on his shoulder, as he was shorter than Branwys, he lofted it onto the knobby end of his bone club by the handles and struck out. There was something about this place he didn't like... something that made his bones rattle...
Which, for a cubone, was significant.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 1 2012, 01:02 AM
Cesc's head snapped back from the sudden attack from below. Blushing, he rubbed the underside of his chin cautiously. The blow smarted, and he'd nearly dropped Speaker, but he was still upright. She'd issued a warning blow, and was more than likely ready, if not happy, to do it again.
Really, his singing couldn't have been that bad.
She continued to doggedly point in a direction, which Cesc had no problems heading towards. Though, as more noises announced the presences of other life, Cesc began to grow increasingly worried. There was a lot of hissing, screeching, and thumping noises in the direction in which they were heading, and Cesc was really quite convinced that the opposite direction was probably the way they wanted to go.
Yet, Speaker pointed resolutely in that direction. With no other means of getting around in the forest without winding up more lost, Cesc walked. The ominous noises of a fierce battle grew louder and louder. Peering through a patch of particularly thick foliage, he watched as two behemoth bugs battled in the middle of a clearing, possibly with the intent to consume the other. Cesc didn't know much about pokemon biology, let alone the biology of giant, terrifying bugs, so he assumed that this was the law of the jungle at work.
"Let's scoot around these guys...right?" he gulped nervously as he pet the charge in his arms soothingly. "No need to let them know we're here."
As he started to circumnavigate the two combatants, he heard a heavy thud and snapped his head in that direction. The Drapion was down, and the Scolipede towered over it, equally scarred and breathing heavily. Even despite its fatigue, it lacked the smug look of victory, and instead continued to look as agitated as ever. As it slowly turned its head to spot Cesc and Speaker, a red light enveloped both it and its former enemy Drapion. Two young-ish looking teens appeared from the underbrush to collect their new captures as the balls 'pinged' their signature capture noises.
"Boo-yeah! One of us'll win for sure!"
"Yeaaaaaah!"
Cesc stared at the two teens picked up the pokeballs and disappeared back into the forest. He'd worked pretty hard to capture Bardolph, who was terrifying in his own right, but these two upstarts had strolled in and captured two horrifying nightmare monsters with no effort whatsoever. He wasn't sure whether to be jealous, or to be worried that such power was in the hand of youths.
Yet, in his arms, Speaker continued to lead him forward. Evidently the sound of a raging death match was not her interest, but something hopefully nearby.
* * *
As Branwys grabbed the machine and ran, the two goons yelled rather buffoonishly as she ran off. She'd most likely been correct in that neither of them had been smart enough to know what the words "Sonic" and "Emitter" meant, let alone construct one.
"Electrike! After her!"
Tybalt moved to intercept the electric puppy pokemon, but found himself intercepted in turn as a vicious bite attack flew inches by from his face. Not wasting any movement, the Arbok whipped her tail around, smacking the Zangoose to the ground, effectively preventing him from giving chase. In the time it took Tybalt to get back to his feet, Branwys and the pursuing Electrike had disappeared.
"Tybalt! Swords Dance!"
Peering over his shoulder, he watched as Cesc emerged from the underbrush, holding a little pink thing that he vaguely remembered seeing with a long-haired punk earlier. Where his master had encountered the little marshmellow-with-ears was beyond him. There was no time for pondering; Cesc had issued a command.
In a quick series of movements mirroring those of a Tai-Chi practitioner, the Zangoose felt his muscles and joints loosening, and a new energy flowing through his body. His attacks would be more efficient now, and he was ready to wreak some havoc on this Arbok, then go rescue Branwys.
"Arbok, Glare!"
Rearing back, the Arbok's hooded body appeared to be glowing, and Tybalt found himself instantly mesmerized. Forcing himself to look into the creature's eyes rather than the intimidating fake-eyes, he found that suddenly...he couldn't move! The technique had evidently left him transfixed and paralyzed, as if a part of his mind were telling him that he was deathly afraid of this cobra pokemon in front of him. His natural instinct of terror overcame him for the moment, and he stood there, literally paralyzed with fear.
"Don't know who y'are kid, but you and yer cat best scat, gottit?"
Cesc wasn't quite sure that he 'gottit' at all, and wasn't quite sure what was going on at all here.
"You with that l'il girlie?"
The co-ordinator-to-be assumed that 'l'il girlie' was most likely a reference to Branwys, which meant that she was nearby, considering that Tybalt was here.
Instead of responding to his question immediately, Cesc replied with a command to his pokemon: "Tybalt, Slash!"
Shaking off the paralysis for the moment, Tybalt charged the Arbok with his now powered up attack. The claws raked heavily across the snake's body, sending it flying to the ground, where it coiled up in pain.
"My dear fellow." Cesc swept one arm over the field, before pulling his hand back to rest on his chin. Striking what he felt was a rather dashing pose, he continued: "I'm her knight in shining armor. En garde!"
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 1 2012, 08:00 PM
Other people! Sure, none of them were Seican, but at least it was other people. Actually, one of them seemed to of been running away... a small little girl with a strange machine... wait... that's the girl from the beginning! Maybe she knew were Seican was... but why was she running, and what was she carrying? It was making a wierd noise... the same noise that was bothering her ears. Maybe it was the same thing that was bothering the bugs as well? And... there was an electric dog chasing her.
Wiggling around, she was trying to she was wanted down, whether it be him dropping her or having to hit him again. No matter which senerio it took (hopefully the former), she would run with her tiny legs after the girl and dog.
If that sound bothers people, then breaking it up should have a good countereffect. She was trained well to know the sounds, as well as to how to match her voice to it. Sure, it was going to be a LOT louder that what was being aired, but if she could hit it at the right time, the sounds should be fighting each other, and hurting the Electrike's ears.
In comes one massive Uproar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the rock star chased the spider, being followed by the gears, a cry seemed to of echoed off of the trees, which placed a grin on Seican's face. "That's Speaker!" he yelled, grabbing the Klink behind him and rushing past the Spinarack. Uproar would last a long time. Plenty to folow it to the source, and carrying the gears would make sure it wasn't lost.
However, for Record, he seemed to of gotten confused by the sound. It was still irritating, but not enough to drive him into the madness from five seconds ago. So, the only real option was to run after the guy who caught him via String Shot onto his back, flying in the cloud of smoke.
It took him some time (about "two turns" of Uproar) before the trio caught up to everyone else, jsut seeing what kind of mess occured. "What the hell is going on here?"
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 8 2012, 02:18 AM
Quite simply, Branwys ran. She did not look behind her to see if she was being followed, so she subsequently didn't see her rescue. Nor did she have the time to analyze the sounds of the combatants (had she even heard anything past "Hey!" when she grabbed the machine) due to the sound of a pokémon wailing and crying out in a massive Uproar.
No, she ran, ignoring the pulsepulsepulse of the machine in her hands, which was not only giving of what had to be a subsonic noise, but was also vibrating through her hands, jarring her arms as she held it, first in front of her, then over her head, to get better balance. The Uproar helped: giving her ears something else to concentrate on helped distract them from the lower than audible vibrations. Unfortunately, it did nothing for the vibrations.
Branwys' vision was starting to blur. She'd have to find a place to adjust the machine, or somehow turn it off. As much distress that is was causing her, she no longer wanted to destroy it. At least not suddenly. She wanted, desperately now, to take it apart and see how it worked!
Just an opportunity came to her. A corner made of tall planters presented itself. She should be able to take a short look, and maybe there would be some other trainers around. She set the machine down, noting absently that the signal, which she hadn't realized had been wavering, possibly confusing other wild pokémon, was once again strong and steady. That meant turning it off was a priority, lest she attract other, not happy bug-types.
Setting the machine down, she began to examine it. There was the knob, with its pictures around it showing what type of pokémon would be affected. The icons were the same as body types in a pokédex, something she had noticed before. On closer inspection, she noted that not every body type was on the dial.
It seemed that the most likely thing was that each icon didn't mean body type as much as a simple representation of the type that would be effected. A further search found a power light, a smaller knob for pulse strength, and, looking on the bottom, clips for the spindly legs that held it off of the ground. With a sigh and a grunt, she made a fist and smacked it down on the top, hitting the large, main knob at an angle. It depressed, then came back up, and the light turned out. The noise, such as it was, fell silent.
Branwys blinked at the machine, but was distracted by a noise behind her. She turned around, eyes widening as the small electrike dropped low on his haunches, and growled with a menacing "trrrrrrrr".
"Oh boy..." Branwys stood, holding her hands in front of her, palms out. "There there, little guy... I turned it off.. see? It's all off and safe, and you weren't really mad about the box, were you?" The electrike continued to growl, and Branwys could see sparks arcing around its mane...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Tinka had never been as humiliated in all of her life than at the moment the loud man grabbed her and scurried off after his spider. She could get around on her own, thank you! However, it would have been quite rude to shock him again, as he wasn't harming her (He couldn't, to be honest, not without tools or pokemon to help him), and he WAS going to help her find Branwys.
Even is she had to pinch a few fingers to make that happen.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The shock came before Branwys could take in a breath to scream. There was something about pokémon attacks that, while they emulated the element they were, acted slightly differently. Electricity, for example, sometimes flowed slower than it should, allowing it's path to its target to be tracked visibly, rather than traveling at the speed of light and being completely unfollowable by the naked eye. Or perhaps it was a matter of perception. Being at the target end of an attack seemed to make one very aware of everything. Branwys could see the shock form, bolts of electricity tying together at the leading end like bright sticks of light stuck together with pitch, and extend to race toward her.
There was a blur, and then a flash of bright light, and Branwys was on her bottom, rubbing her eyes, and staring at the back of a very familiar, decorated skull helmet.
"D-dimo!"
Dimo looked back at her, giving her a cheery nod. [Gott youself in sum trubble, ja? Goot, goot, tings is not borink vit you!] Without waiting for an answer, knowing that she couldn't understand him anyway, he turned his eyes back to the dog, who was snarling even louder at the new arrival. The eyes behind the helm's eye sockets narrowed. [Hyu attacked dis gorl. Dat vos stoopit.]
The electrike took in the challenge and reared back, howling, Dante continuing to Leer at his opponent. Each one standing firm, neither taking their eyes off the other. The electrike Howled his defiance, and Dimo Leered in response. Finally, the pup crouched on all fours, electricity sparking around him fiolently, as Dimo held the bone club in his forepaws, laterally in front of him, energy coalescing around him in a blue aura.
As if on an unspoken cue, both of them moved, the electrike a flashing blur, Dimo charging like a soldier, the club held behind him and up. It seemed the two passed each other, the only change being that Dimo's club struck forward and the electrike's teeth flashed.
Both forms passed each other and skid to a stop. Dimo's club was stretched out before him, and the electrike's head was down.
One faltered. One fell.
Dimo stood straight and checked his club for marks. [Huh. Tinka vos right. Dem Samyoorye films got goot moofs.]
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 8 2012, 01:40 PM
Speaker neatly hopped out of his arms, which was fine in Cesc's book. He didn't want to wind up with another pound on the bottom of his face. As she disappeared into the underbrush, Cesc heard the sounds of her massive voice wreaking sonic havoc somewhere that wasn't where he was.
"Poison Fang!"
"Quick Attack!"
The normally weak quick attack, combined with Tybalt's monstrous attack AND a Swords Dance boost would normally be quite formidable. Yet, instead of attacking, Tybalt chose to stand rooted in his spot, quivering with fear.
This was rather unlike Cesc's soldier-like comrade, and it didn't leave him much room for dodging as the Arbok sank his vicious fangs into the Zangoose.
Poison Fang had a strong chance to inflict poison on its foes, but luckily Tybalt possessed the inherent trait known as "Immunity". Etched into his genetic code from his species' longstanding battles with Seviper, Zangoose were unable to be poisoned.
The fangs still hurt like crazy though.
Tybalt looked like he was on his last leg; the paralysis had not been kind to him, and the long day had really taken a toll on his stamina. As Cesc drew the pokeball to recall him, he shot a pleading look at his trainer, wanting to finish the battle.
The look went unanswered as the red recall beam sucked the Cat-ferret back into his pokeball, leaving the field open for Tinka and Record to face the Arbok.
"Bardolph" Cesc's newly acquired Scyther appeared on the field, staring down the Arbok. While the coordinator planned to take it slowly, to make sure the mantis pokemon didn't overexert himself, Bardolph had other plans entirely. Before Cesc could issue a command, Bardolph was all up in the Arbok's grill, his blades flashing dangerously as he launched into a Wing Attack.
Then, Cesc noted idly, that both trainers were standing there, watching the match intently. The owner of the Electrike had not moved to go after his pup, assuming, probably, that it had done its job in tracking down Branwys. The fact that it had not yet returned meant that she was probably still okay. It also meant that thug #2 probably didn't have another pokemon in his line-up.
"Let's go, Venomoth!"
"Mierda." Cesc sighed as the Poison Moth pokemon took the field. Now he was outgunned.
"What the hell is going on here!?"
Cesc snapped his head over to where Monsieur Longhair made his grand, and rather vulgar entrance. A grin broke onto his face as he saw that the man held Tinka in his arms. He'd never been so happy to see a pair of gears in his life before, but now Tinka was his potential mechanical saviour.
"Don't know myself, but your little friend just ran off into the woods." Cesc pointed vaguely in the direction that Speaker had bolted off into. "Tinka, care to help me out? Maybe with...uh..." he racked his brain for the moves he'd seen her use earlier "Thundershock on Arbok?"
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 8 2012, 08:06 PM
"Tinka?" he questioned, looking at the gears crushing his fingers. "I am guessing you are Tinka then? Seems like that dude could use you more than me." Prying the gears off of his fingers, he let her float off back to the male trainer. "Alright! To Speaker!" And in a dash, he ran back into the direction of the screaming, the spider hanging off of his back.
Still, he was now a witness, and a Venomoth was planning on getting in the way.
"Alright, ya bug brain! Let me show you the awesome power of Record!" Holding his finger out, he was expecting the spider to hop on out, ready to fight. Instead, nothing. The Spinarak chose to be a dick and stayed on his back as the rock star looked around. However, when he turned around, the spider saw the moth and a grin appeared on his back before he let out a large Electro Web.
The noise was gone. The irritating noise was gone, but Speaker was stuck screaming. That was a problem with Uproar: being able to stop. However, being able to change was a different solution, so instead of the funky wave she was producing, she altered it into a basic E major string from Seican's guitar. it was a lot deeper and less bothersome for the bugs. However, the little girl was gone, and she was stuck, screaming in the middle of no where. Now what?
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 20 2012, 10:12 PM
Tinka looked at the venomoth, then at Cesc. Branwys was still her priority. Branwys would be upset if anything happened to the human. Branwys was still lost. Branwys was a good human and could take care of herself, despite the fact that she hadn't evolved yet.
The sooner she finished helping Cesc, the sooner she could go find Branwys. That was the argument that did it.
She floated toward the large colored moth as the Loud One introduced his recently caught Record, and, klinking for the spider to stay out of the way briefly, began spinning her gears rapidly. Soon, the teeth of the gears became a blur, and arcs of electricity began to spark between the gears, then all around Tinka.
"Nice show," sneered the man, pointing to Tinka. "Venomoth, use Supersonic on this scrap!"
Tinka was not one to worry so much about insults. Like most things, they bounced off of her, doing very little damage.
But scrap? That was just insulting. Without waiting for a command, she allowed a bolt of electricity to fire forth, striking the venomoth at the same time she was hit with the screeching, supersonic wail.
Everything went shaky. She couldn't hear, for some reason, and everything wasn't where it should have been, and up was down and down was off to the left somehow...
and that spinarak was looking awfully threatening
~*~*~*~*~*~
Branwys wasted no time hugging Dimo, who happily returned the hug. For about a second.
[Hokay, hokay, geddoff!] He pushed her away at the chest, causing the girl to giggle. [Come on, we gots to go find de Tinka. Unt de fanshypantshy boy hyu came to find, ja?]
He had just turned, when, from over Branwys' shoulder, a green and yellow blur struck him in the back. Dimo toppled over with a yelp, both from himself and Branwys, who had been taken by surprise.
He stood up, brushing off his chest and stomach. [Ho ho! I see hyu stronger den hyu look!] He leaned over and picked up the bone, flipping it in his hand once, then twice, seemingly ignoring the electrike. Finally, he gave the electric pup a sideways leering gaze, his eyes narrowing. [Dot's goot... dot's fery, fery goot...]
The pup merely crouched down, growling low. With a spin, Dimo charged him again, but this time the electrike held his ground, Quick Attacking away at the last second. With a yip, the green animal sent a bolt of electricity arcing toward the cubone. It struck dead on, and the electrike howled in triumph. Dimo's eyes were half-lidded behind the skull mask.
[Din't hort.] The pup charged, lightning sparking all around him, and Dimo stood his ground. [Hyu izn't dot schmott, iz hyu?]
As the electrike collided with Spark, Dimo brought his Bone Club down, striking him in the head. That proved to be enough to take the electrike down, and it slumped, dizzily, to the ground.
Branwys had been silent the whole time, seemingly taking in the fight with clinical reserve. However, Dimo soon learned the truth of it: She had found the bag he had been carrying, and had grabbed her tool pouch, working to open the box. Dimo rolled his eyes. He knew it was a sign of trust, for her to ignore a battle to work on something, but SOME praise would be nice.
A piece of jerky flew over Branwys' head, tossed by her left hand, and Dimo caught it happily.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 21 2012, 06:20 PM
Things were not looking great for the sudden partnership of Seiccan and Cesc.
Several attacks burst out all over the scene, rendering what should've been a rather orderly 3 vs 2 into something utterly chaotic. Tinka set out a brilliant display of lightning, using her own body to rapidly generate the electricity. Likewise, Record shot out an electric web, which seemed odd for a perfectly innocent, albeit dickish, bug pokemon. At the same time, the Venomoth let out a wailing shriek that had clearly taken some effect on Tinka. Cesc could've sworn that despite her impassive face, she was giving the Spider the eye. Not the good, flirtatious eye, but rather the death glare that usually preceded aforementioned death.
Meanwhile, on Cesc's side of the battle, the Arbok and Scyther continued to clash violently, with both pokemon ardently ignoring their trainers' cries in favour of defeating their opponents in their own way. Bardolph seemed overwhelmed, simply due to his constant stream of battles, and a well placed poison tail sent the praying mantis toppling to the ground, panting heavily at Cesc's feet.
"Oh man, looks like the knight needs rescuing!" The opponents let out something that vaguely resembled a laugh, but really sounded more like a "hurr hurr". The two men, while oafish, had some powerful pokemon behind them, and Cesc wasn't about to get some super power up anytime soon. He was pretty sure that Tybalt couldn't evolve, and Bardolph couldn't without the help of something called a Metal Coat. Finding the latter seemed fairly implausible, given that they were in Bug Country and not The-Land-Where-Metal-Coats-Are-Everywhere.
"Hey Longhair" Cesc beckoned to the kid commanding the Spinarak. "Can we switch partners?"
He wasn't sure how the request would be taken, but nevertheless, he felt that Bardolph had a better chance fighting the Venomoth. Bardolph heavily favoured the move "Wing Attack", which would probably be more instrumental in bringing down the poison moth. The already somewhat weakened Arbok would hopefully NOT eat the man's spider pokemon.
Throughout the veritable bedlam they'd created in the little clearing, Cesc found himself staring in the direction that Speaker had run off in, which was potentially the direction that Branwys was in. Had she and the little puffball beaten the electric puppy, or were they in deep trouble now?
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 21 2012, 07:58 PM
"Yeah, sure. Not a problem!" he called out, looking around frantically. "Just let me find Record so he can rock this stage!" Clearly, he was not the fastest trainer to know the spider was still on his back, attacking from the "safety" of the human's flesh. "If you can hear me Record, why not slow them down with some String Shot?!" However, unlike the spider, the cobra could easily see the spider and looked like a nice little morsel. So, with an empty belly, went down to bite the spider.
Speaker had other plans as he fired off a wave of Poison sting into the back of Arbok's throat. A good tactic, it seemed, as it made the cobra cough and choke before the commanded String Shot to wrap around the snake's head. FInally hopping off the rock star's back, an evil grin in the form of two dots and a line formed on the spider's back, and Seican finally found him. "There you are! Alright. Now let's kick ass!"
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The screaming finally settled. Oh, was she tired from having to yell her head off twice. Luckily, this time was not out of sure panic, so she wasn't out on the grass. Still, all that screaming made her thirsty. Maybe there was some water nearby? Sure, there was battles going on she can hear, as well as her loud mouth trainer, but there was someone else closer shuffling through a bag. Maybe if she was kind and lucky, the other human could offer her some water before finding out why she had to scream in the first place. So, at a run with tiny legs, she headed in the direction of the girl and cubone.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 21 2012, 11:36 PM
Branwys was lost, and in more heaven than she'd ever been since she landed on Furoh.
Though, heaven, it seemed was relative. There was, indeed, a machine in front of her, its secrets opening to her. Those secrets, however, were not pleasant.
"Really? A resonance chamber? No wonder the sound was bleeding into other frequencies!" She yanked the metal, cylindrical object out, carefully pulling the rubber bands away one by one. "These should be nylon, or catgut, or something. Much more consistent sound..."
Dimo watched, amused, as Branwys pulled the machine apart. The idea of using the intestines of a creature didn't sit well with Dimo, but he knew, too, that her judgement was probably right. It didn't really matter to Dimo. Aside from the parts he usually ran to get for her, he had no idea what made her contraptions work. He thought, sometimes, she could just throw random pieces together and make something out of it.
He'd yet to see her doing that, but he figured for all the effort she put into making things, which wasn't a lot, she could do anything at all.
However, Dimo could hear two things: One was, now that a pokemon in the distance had stopped its caterwauling, there were sounds of a battle nearby. The second was that there was another pokemon coming, and Dimo felt he should be ready for it.
He reached over with his bone and tapped Branwys on the shoulder. She didn't budge. He tapped her again, and she brushed the spot.
He really should have known better.
Reaching out, he rapped her smartly on the head.
"OW! Dimo, what in the--" Luckily for Dimo, who had prepared for an earful, the nearby grass rustled, and Branwys was fully aware of what that meant.
"Scheiße..." She stood up, grabbing her bag and holding it in front of her.
A little pink, round rabbit appeared from the grass, eliciting an "awwww!" from the young girl.
"Well, hello, little one! How are you? Are you lost? Do you need help finding your trainer?" Dimo gaped at Branwys. She wasn't usually so dense as to assume a cute pokemon was friendly... he'd have to keep an eye out.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 23 2012, 12:53 AM
Record finally made an appearance on the field, rather than hanging on to his trainer's back like the terrifying camel spiders of the mythical "middle east". Once he literally tangled up the Arbok as Cesc had requested, the other long-haired co-ordinator yelled out his command:
"Bardolph, Wing Attack on that big bug!"
The Scyther in question, unfortunately, opted to completely ignore his trainer, continuing to focus on the Arbok with an unleashed pursuit attack. The large, scary cobra pokemon flew through the air towards Record. A bit irked that his pokemon had blatantly disregarded his orders, while trying to reconcile the fact that he was a brand-spanking new addition to his team, Cesc turned to Tinka.
"Hey Tinka-tinks, will you use like...Thunder Wave? Or that thing where you grind your gears?" Cesc found himself at a loss commanding the two pokemon. He knew nothing of their abilities except for what he witnessed first-hand, and he felt that to be putting him at a severe disadvantage. As of yet, he hadn't realized that confusion had sunk into the gear's 'brain', but still valiantly tried to turn the tables in their favour. The two buffoons laughed at his efforts. Even if the battle, in actuality, seemed fairly even, the two seemed in high confidence that the victory was indeed theirs.
Bardolph, meanwhile, focused his attacks on the Arbok, summoning up the remainder of his strength and stamina to avoid the various poisonous attacks from the large snake. His blades seemed to be working wonders on the Arbok, which was a boon in their favour, but Cesc needed the thing taken out and fast.
Meanwhile, the Venomoth, left unchecked, moved about the field freely. Upon hearing a command for "Stun Spore" it immediately began flapping its wings rapidly, sending a green cloud of paralyzing mist towards the trio of Klink, Spinarak and Scyther.
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 23 2012, 09:55 PM
At the act of the flying snake, the Spinarak jumped on the cobra's head and gave it a tight squeeze using a Constrict. Of coufrse, this was not Seican's call: He had no idea what the spider could do anyways besides what he had seen. So, to be on the safe (and dickish at the same time), starting using Leech Life on the Arbok. Sure, weak and ineffective move, but the snake's blood seemed tasty. Also, with him on the snake, the oncoming Stun Sproe had to hit an ally as well.
Now, Seican had no idea what he should be doing. Speaker was off somewhere, no idea what the spider could do, and was randomly fighting some poachers out of the blue. True, this was an off day.
Well, either this girl remembered Speaker, or she thought she was so adorable that she should jsut be hugged. So, hopefully, she could understand what she says as she tries to tell her story about screaming her head off twice and trying to find Seican and being thirsty as hell. A fellow Pokemon may be able to understand, but humans can only seem to hear "whis"es and "mur"s. Humans are such strange beings.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 24 2012, 12:39 AM
Tinka heard the command as if from a long distance, down an echo chamber. Thunder Wave? That didn't make any sense. She didn't know Thunder Wave. And Branwys sounded oddly deep and manly. Still, a command was a command. She couldn't give Branwys a Thunder Wave, but she had something BETTER! Something MORE... BETTER.
She shifted her two body parts and started whirring. Unfortunately, she also started dropping. She hit the ground at full spin, kicking up dirt and starting, of all things in a garden, a localized sandstorm.
...
That wasn't right? Hadn't Branwys ordered Gear Grind in her manly, manly voice?
No matter! She was going to get that... um... winged... green... thing... and tear it apart in the name of Manly Branwys!
She began to spin again, lifting up too quickly and spinning toward Bardolph. Unfortunately, in her confusion, she had misjudged by a severe angle and struck a stone near a tree, spinning off to the side, hurting herself.
Something wasn't right here...
Those piplup weren't there before, and they *certainly* weren't dancing in unison like that....
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 24 2012, 02:06 AM
Manly Branwys (aka Cesc Rojas) couldn't help but shake his head at all the chaos blossoming up around him. Both Bardolph and Record had opted to ignore their trainers, though honestly, Cesc could see why the latter ignored Seiccan.
Then it struck him: If his pokemon wasn't listening to him either, that meant he was on the same level as the loudmouthed punk. Something had to be done about that.
Tinka, likewise, had selected Sandstorm, which turned out to be a far cry from Thunder Wave. Now vicious streams of sand kicked up everywhere, lacerating all the pokemon on the field, save Tinka, and threatened to engulf the trainers as well. While somewhere, far away in Gigarte, Taggarty Lee had a pair of Go-Goggles, Francesco Rojas did not have the same luck. Shielding his eyes, he figured at least the Stun Spore from the Venomoth would be wrapped up the mess, and had indeed missed.
So, Cesc sprang into action. Standing tall in the middle of the blinding storm, he raised his hand high into the air before settling it down, pointing towards Bardolph.
"Bardolph! Stop being a little prick and listen up! We're only gonna win this if you listen! Use Quick Attack on the Venomoth! Tinka! Follow up with Grinding Gears!" It still didn't sound like the right attack name, but it was closer than "Grind your Gears". Hopefully the confused Klink would manage to sort out that the flapping bug monster with bulbous eyes was the enemy, and not the rather harmless, stationary rock.
Oddly enough, to everyone's surprise, the Arbok succumbed to the Spinarak's Constrict and Leech Life attacks. Though they were rather weak, the giant snake had suffered through vicious assaults from Tybalt earlier, as well as Bardolph before the partner switch. Combined with the whipping sands of Tinka's erroneous sandstorm, the beast wore down quickly. It collapsed on the ground in a heap, leaving Record, Tinka and Bardolph to face a single Venomoth. With any luck, Tinka and Bardolph would be able to take it down before any more damage was done.
Furthermore, Cesc really hoped that there were no more enemy pokemon. He watched as Bardolph cocked his head to one side, as if hearing his command. There was a flash of recognition in the monster-bug's eyes, but instead of obeying, he launched into a Wing Attack, scoring a vicious hit on the poisonous moth. Cesc seemed a bit dismayed that the Scyther absolutely refused to listen, and now his hopes rested on Tinka to finish up the combo, lest the Venomoth counter-attack and wipe them all out.
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 24 2012, 09:05 PM
Although the sand covered the field severely to block the vierw of battle, Seican was at least able to watch the snake fall and lay there as Record hopped off the Arbok's head, and did something that could be resembled as a taunt through the sand like shadows! "Alright! That's what I'm talking about. Now then, time for that moth! Show that bug your power like you did that snake."
The other buig was still choosing to be a pain, having watched them fight the Arbok like a dick and going to attack their weakened bodies. He is the only one who was supposed to be a dick! At least he wasn't the idiot who ran into a rock! And to prove it, he was going to put that Vernomoth in a sticky situation: and by sticky situation, he had an Electro Web at the ready, quickly fired through the sand (oaky, maybe not one of the BEST ideas, but not AS stupid as Klink). Even with the sand tearing at the thin webbing as well as draining the charge, it should still have some effect on the other bug!
Posted by: Master Houndoom Feb 28 2012, 01:41 AM
"Are you all right, you sweet thing?" Branwys fawned over the cute pokemon, tiny hands rubbing its soft ears and checking it for injuries. "You sure are talkative!"
She looked over this time, when Dimo tapped her on the arm with his club. In his other claw he held out a Fresh Water, which she did not remember packing in her bag. It wouldn't be the first time Dimo had thought of preparations before she did.
Branwys turned to the little pink ball of fluff. "Are you thirsty, little one?" She let the whismur drink, and when it had had its fill, handed what was left of the bottle to Dimo to put back in her bag. She hadn't seen that it was empty.
Dimo just shook his head and put it back, anyway.
"OK, sweetheart, where's your trainer?"
[Dunt vorry about her, dahlink,] Dimo said, peering over Branwys' shoulder. [She ken be a leetle dense, but her hart is in de right place. Joost take us to hyu meester.]
~*~*~*~*~*~
The hit on the rock must have knocked something loose. Or pounded it back into place, which would be more accurate. The piplups faded, and she could see the sand storm, and the twitching tail of the arbok, and the silhouette of the venomoth, being attacked by a tiny disc-like form.
She had a near computer like memory, despite being less computer and more... being. Still, she remembered that Cesc had asked her to do Thunder Wave, which she didn't KNOW, but she had responded with...
This sand was HER FAULT?
That made her embarrassed. And embarrassment made her MAD.
She leapt up from her position against the tree, spinning her gears rapidly, to get speed. stretching the electrical connection that kept the gears that made her up, she positioned them one in a line with the other, like wheels. Spinning both of them in the same direction, and sped toward the venomoth.
At the last second, she separated her gears, slightly, clamping the wings between the Gears, and Grinding them between. Unfortunately, some of the wings were gummed up with sticky, gritty, shocky web. At first she was upset at getting tangled up, AGAIN. Then it hit her.
This web could conduct electricity.
Neither of her mouthes were capable of conveying an evil grin, but the nature of her klinks took on a sinister tone as she used Thunder Shock at close proximity, channeling even more electricity through the sticky, Shocking Web.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Feb 28 2012, 10:37 PM
A look of admiration crossed Cesc's face as the trio of allied pokemon took down the Venomoth. The two oafs stood there dumbfounded, now with fainted pokemon and no machine. The stinging sandstorm died down at the battle's conclusion, leaving no indication that it had ever been there at all.
"Yuh..." the dull duo backed away slowly as Bardolph approached them, clacking his claws menacingly at them. The quickly recalled the two poison pokemon that had been haranguing the team, then retreated into the woods. Cesc wondered if they'd forgotten their little Electrike as well, but from what he could tell, they'd run in its direction.
Which meant they were beelining for Branwys and the machine.
"C'mon Tinka, Bardolph. Let's go!" With that, he tore off into a run, ignoring the bruises on his body from his fall earlier. His scyther, equally bruised, still managed to outspeed him in pursuit of the two fleeing poachers. "You too Longhair!"
With their enemies lacking pokemon firepower, Cesc felt confident that he didn't need Seiccan's help here. On the other hand, it would've been rather mean to just dump the guy off there without his own pink bunny that had earlier been in Cesc's arms.
Trying to keep his eyes locked firmly on the backs of the two escaping men, Cesc found it difficult as he tore through the foliage. Bardolph, being more inclined to hunting in the woods than his new trainer, had an easier time gracefully weaving and slaloming through the trees. Cesc couldn't help but be impressed at the creature's natural agility, as it took long, purposeful strides aided with the buzzing of his wings to boost his speed and keep his balance. The dual propulsion worked wonders, and it was no surprise that Bardolph possessed the phenomenal agility inherent to his species.
The giant bug pokemon caught up to them in no time, and as he raised his sinister looking scythe-arm, one turned around and fired. After a dull thunk, Cesc watched as a net sprang forth and wrapped around his pokemon, sending the insect tumbling to the ground, screeching what Cesc could only imagine were profanities. With a flash of his blades, the Scyther was back up in no time, but the men crashing through the woods had put some distance back between them. It was only a matter of time before they ran into Branwys and Speaker.
Posted by: Douken Sota Feb 29 2012, 07:56 PM
"Good shot, Record!" he called out proudly, returning the bug back to the Pokeball. He was going to pull out his guitar and play something of a victory theme, but the other kid felt like it was better to chase than to celebrate. "Wait, what?!" he questioned as him and the other Pokemon ran off. "But I still got to find Speaker!" In a huffing sigh, he chased after as well.
Not like Speaker was in any danger, yet. IN fact, she was more pampered than anything, chugging the bottle of water down, not even taking a breath of air doing so. Seemed both of them wanted to know how to get her back to Seican, but she culdn't help but giggle at the cubone.
"You got a funny accent," she told bluntly before her ears tweaked, listening around her. "I can' barely hear him. There was a lot of background noise. Maybe a battle... Oh, and the feet running towards us." Pointing over to where she and the Electrike came, there was the visible shadows of the two henchmen coming at them. "They don't sound happy..."
Posted by: Master Houndoom Mar 1 2012, 09:06 PM
[Hy gots de fonny aksent? HYU gots de fonny aksent!] Dimo poked the whismur lightly on the side, with the intent to tickle rather than prod. As he listened to her remarkable account of where her trainer might be, as well as what may have been happening to it, he began to get more and more tense. When the two men made themselves aware, he brandished his bone club at him.
This, in turn, alerted Branwys to them. She stood with a gasp, grabbing her bag and the whismur and holding the pokémon protectively in front of herself. She backed up in the face of the two larger, menacing, if dumb looking men, until her heel hit the box that had caused this mess.
She couldn't just abandon it. It wouldn't take much for them to restart the chaos, maybe even worse than before, if her adjustments worked out.
She couldn't let that happen.
The taller, skinnier of the two men saw her, but, more importantly, saw what was behind her. His face split into a disgusting, toothy grin and her lurched toward her. Dimo, however, interposed himself between the man and his trainer, whirling his club in his claw menacingly.
The man snorted. "Get out of here, you little-" He didn't finish, opting instead to put what obviously large amounts of energy he expended into kicking Dimo. Dimo spun to the side, answering with a swipe of his club, the hollow sound of bone meeting bone cut off by the man's pained howl.
"You little piece of dung! I'll get you!" Branwys' opinion of the man's intelligence based on his looks was justified when he stooped down, trying to grab Dimo with his hands and bending at the waist to do it. Dimo rapped him smartly on the head with his club and skittered back, shifting from foot to foot as the man danced in circles, clutching his head.
"Moron," his slightly larger, slightly shorter companion guffawed stupidly. "I got just the thing for him!" He pulled out a pokéball he had obviously been holding in reserve and released what, to Branwys, had to be the cutest little blue bird in a tuxedo she had ever seen.
"Hey!" The man stopped hopping and stood there, both hands still on the growing lump that Dimo had caused on his head. "You held back with those other clowns!"
"They had an electric type, and I didn't want her to get hurt!" The (slightly) larger and (slightly) shorter man snarled. "Besides, you didn't exactly make sure your mutt was around to help!"
"'E was GOING after HER!" The other man paused. "Hey! Where's my electrike, you little wench?!"
Branwys pulled the lower lid of her right eye down and stuck out her tongue. While she didn't show it, a small part of her mind noted that she had watched a little too much anime recently.
"Pippy! Git 'im!"
Pippy spread her small, nebbish wings and danced around in a circle, then hopped to face Dimo. Dimo stood up, straight, tilting his head to the side. Was she going to cute him to death? He leaned against his bone and chuckled.
Which is likely why he was hit with a face full of bubbles. [Ho, crap!] he shouted, batting them away too late, one by one. Each wet pop made him feel weaker and weaker.
"Dimo," came Branwys' concerned shout.
Dimo stood, shakily, unaware that he'd fallen. [Zo dot is how hyu want it, huh?]
The piplup he was facing giggled. He roared, and charged at her, swinging his club back. It came forward, as strong as he could make it, and bounced off of the piplup's head. She staggered, but not nearly as much as he thought she should.
"Gound attacks ain't very effective! HAHAHA!"
[Vell, crap!]
"Dimo," Branwys called. "Take Down!"
Dimo reached out, grabbing the piplup and spinning, slamming her to the ground. Unfortunately, she was facing him, and, unfortunately, the impact sent a gush of water at him.
He had already fought once, and while he hadn't been too hurt, water attacks were strong against him. His head was swimming.
"OK, that's enough!" The man recalled his piplup. "Call him off or I'll bring her back out."
Branwys looked at the man, to Dimo, who seemed not only hurt but woozy besides. "OK! OK... Dimo, don't attack anymore." She reached into her bag, but the man pulled out his pokéball again, pointing it at her as if it were some kind of spherical gun. "Don't even think about it..."
"I'm just getting his pokéball," Branwys cried, feeling for the first time like she might begin to weep. The man was wary, but nodded.
She pulled out Dimo's pokéball and recalled him, putting it back in her bag. The skinner man went and got the box from behind her, punching the middle button.
Nothing happened. Branwys had never been so happy to know she'd broken tech.
"What'd you do with the box?!"
Branwys looked at the two men, swallowing thickly. She tried to answer, but words came out as squeaks, soft and unintelligible.
"What?! Can't hear ya, peach," growled the man with the piplup menacingly.
Branwys tried again, swallowing, but it was as if her throat was too dry. The man grabbed her, pulling her up, and Branwys squeaked a little louder.
"Tell me!" He put her up to his ear. He didn't see her break into a malicious little grin, but his partner did.
"Hey--"
"YAAAAAAAAA!!!!" shouted Branwys, right into the man's ear. With a cry of his own, he dropped her, clutching his head. Branwys turned to the other man, gave a battle cry that would make her ancestors on both sides of her family proud, and climbed up the man's coat, beating and clawing and biting like a demon possessed ambipom.
Posted by: Kamaitachi Mar 1 2012, 11:55 PM
For a split second, Cesc's blood turned to ice. The blood-curdling yell pierced through the thick forest, and immediately he redoubled his running efforts. Both he and Bardolph broke onto the scene at the same time, trying to make sense of the situation. Electrike, out like a light. Speaker, okay. Branwys...fighting one of the goons.
Bardolph, seeing the howling Branwys on top of the oaf immediately took the sight as a threat. Therefore, it needed to be eliminated at once: Large howling monsters were dangerous.
Flashing his blades dangerously, he began to charge towards his new foe, when a red light engulfed him. With a disgruntled sigh, the praying mantis disappeared back into his new, begrudged home.
Cesc wasn't quite sure how to deal with the situation now. He had watched Bardolph charge off to fight Branwys, who was fighting shorter, larger goon. A small smile flicked across his lips; a sign of appreciation for Branwys' spunk, as well as the anticipation of a good old fashioned brawl.
He'd been in quite a few back in The Under, when he ran with a local gang. Normally, he'd play mediator, trying to smooth things out with diplomacy. Even then, he'd given and taken a fair share of punches, often bruising his very pretty face. Seeing his partner in action, however, riled up his old fighting spirits.
With a raucous, joyous "Yahoo!" Cesc stooped down, picking up a clod of dirt. As the skinnier man turned to face the sound of another yell, he was met with a shower of dirt directly in his face, followed by a square punch in the stomach. As the man hit the ground, Cesc turned his attention to the big goon, waiting for a moment to strike. As Branwys clawed away, Cesc found an opening, and sent a hearty kick at the man's groin.
With a piercing howl of pain, the man fell forward, and Cesc neatly plucked Branwys from his back, holding her in his arms as if he'd swept her off her feet. As the man whimpered on the ground, the 'knight-in-shining-armor' kicked a little patch of dirt in his face, smiling in Branwys' all the while. Yes, he was fully aware that she was probably still in berserk mode, but again, he'd endured his fair share of bodily pains before. Getting clawed at by a girl had not been an unusual affair back in The Under.
"Why hello there, gorgeous." His lopsided grin betrayed his giddiness at seeing her again, despite the situation.
"P...pippy."
A flash of light on the ground revealed the Piplup, back and ready for action. Dancing around on the ground cutely, she waited for an order from her trainer.
"W-...w-...watergun..." he managed to groan. With a cheer, the little blue penguin fired off a gush of water, bowling Cesc and Branwys over. Angling his body, Cesc took the brunt of the attack, and rolled as he flew through the air so as not to land on his charge. As a result, she wound up on top of him, both of them dripping wet.
"Bardolph!" Cesc managed to wriggle an arm free and toss a pokeball towards the enemy. The Scyther appeared on the field once more, staring down at the enemy. With a huff, he reached out with his blade, tapped the pokeball and disappeared back into its confines.
"Oh...good job there buddy." Cesc rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed.
Posted by: Douken Sota Mar 2 2012, 12:10 AM
Seemed like the Scyther didn't want to play with the penguin, since all Seican saw was the two men on the floor and the penguin. But that was not all he saw: Speaker was there! What better way to show her off than now, since he seemed of of been missing out on a LOT of action. "Speaker! Show them what you can do!" And what better way to catch off the Piplup than a wet willie from behind for an Astonish. An uneasy feeling washing over the penguin's body as the fingers were pulled out. "Now then, give us an E major!" Rolling over the guitar to his front, he pinged the thinist string on his guitar, which was very faint. However, Speaker imitated it at 11 with a loud Uproar... Right in the penguin's ears.
"There is no way you can't hear me! I am Seican Serroc, and I will rock the contest hallways! Now feel the vocal power of my Whismur!" Still, UIproar is a long move that gets her stuck yelling for the third time in a row, but it is not like she had much to work with. Why not use what she does best when controlled?
Posted by: Master Houndoom Mar 5 2012, 04:31 PM
When Branwys was grabbed in the midst of the severe midget-mauling of her enemy, which she vaguely understood was falling, and could have injured her, she reacted in the only way years of growing up with eight clever, rambunctious, older siblings had taught her. She struck with all her might at the eye of the "offender". Luckily for both of them, Cesc was in mid-spin as he swept her off of her feet (a precarious position indeed for one of her height) and his arms, due to the centrifugal force her minor weight underwent with the spinning, put his face briefly out of arm's reach. This gave her time to register his face and smile, and have the according physical reaction of a blush.
She quickly averted her eyes, knowing it was already too late and the near-tomato red of her face was clashing with her usual Pikachu-yellow hair, but still, she noted the man she was fighting on the ground, moaning and curled in a fetal position, the long haired gent standing nearby, possibly (he had spun past her field of vision too quickly for Branwys to make certain) throwing heavy-metal horns, ( |m|/ >o< \|m| ), the little pink darling scampering toward said long hair, and once again Cesc's smiling face.
It was a nice face, she sighed internally.
"P-P-Pippy... Watergun..."
"Aw, cra--"
Cesc reacted, pulling her around to try to take the brunt of it, but the tiny penguin was much more powerful than her size seemed to indicate. Water surrounded them, bowling them over, and without really realizing how, Branwys ended up laying atop Cesc's chest.
She really needed to thank that penguin. However, the principle of the matter was at hand. As Seican greeted the crowd of no one and allowed Speaker her solo, Branwys flicked out a hand, having finally spotted what she knew was missing.
"Tinka! Thunder Shock on that poor adorable enemy!"
Without waiting for a response, because she trusted her pokémon to follow orders, especially after seeing their designated opponent attacking her trainer, Branwys turned back to Cesc. She made no effort to remove herself from his chest, but instead leaned closer, on hand on her chin, and said in a voice which counted as husky, "So, you've caught me... whatcha gonna do with me, huh?"
Unfortunately, Tinka's Thunder Shock attack chose that moment to strike, lending an ominous bolt of lightning and crack of thunder to what was supposed to be a sultry come on...
Posted by: Kamaitachi Mar 7 2012, 02:30 AM
Once again, Seiccan made a grand entrance. The boy had the annoying habit of CONSTANTLY introducing himself, which Cesc surmised to be a rock-star sort of habit. This time, however, he noted that the guy was a co-ordinator, and that meant he was an opponent. He really hoped that Seiccan wouldn't "Ser-Rock" the audiences, if only because the pun would be unbearable. He wanted to watch the guy battle a little closer now, to see if he could pick up any tips, but his movement was rather limited due to the Branwys on top of him.
Cesc's lopsided grin gave him an incredibly cheeky air, especially considering he was all wet. Branwys, whom he'd spent a majority of the adventure looking for, was not seated nicely atop his chest, while he was on his back. Despite the potential danger of the situation, she still managed to flirt.
He liked that. A lot.
To be honest, the aforementioned potential danger made this situation much more sexy than it should've been. So, he summoned up his most sensual voice and said:
"I'm gonna stuff you in a pokeball, then teleport you to some faraway place where an old man with glasses will stare at you."
He paused, confused, then shrugged. "That didn't quite work. Maybe we should just make out."
In the mean time, between Tinka's and Whismur's combined assaults, Pippy looked like she was on her last leg. The oaf of a trainer had the decency to recall her, seeing as she was now facing two pokemon by herself. The other trainer groggily recalled his Electrike nearby. The duo grabbed the machine, now not working, and bolted back off into the woods.
Cesc was leaning forward to plant a kiss when suddenly:
"BING BONG. THE CONTEST IS OVER, PLEASE RETURN TO THE ENTRANCE IMMEDIATELY."
The most amusing part was that there wasn't a bell noise. There was just a voice saying "bing" and "bong" in a way that didn't even remotely resemble a bell.
Posted by: Douken Sota Mar 7 2012, 08:05 PM
"Its been an hour already?! Time certainly does fly when you are rocking out as hard as we do, right Speaker?" Giving a thumbs up to the pink rabbit, she returned one, mouth wide open and screaming before being returned back into her POkeball. "Still, that was certainly wierd. Cmon, let us go and check out me getting that win, cause Record is going to be Record-breaking." Talk about a bad pun...
Returning to the entrance with the other two (they were around ready to make out, but it wasn't like he was paying attention), he looked around to see where the Pokemon were being displayed, getting points from the judges. So, following suit, he showed off the spider, who looked a lot more worn out than before capture, before being told to wait for final judgement and the award ceremony.
Posted by: Master Houndoom Mar 12 2012, 03:13 PM
Branwys' heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Now that the moment was upon her, the moment of her first real kiss, she found her head was swimming with a thousand questions, each one pulling at her in a new direction. What if she was bad at it? What if he was bad at it? What if they both were bad at it? What if he didn't like it? What if they bumped heads? What if she killed him?!
Nevertheless, while her mind froze and threatened to shut her down, both by not allowing her to continue and through grievous logical failure, her body reacted in the way that it had been taught through copious romance novels, soap operas, shoujo manga, plays, and spying on her sisters and brothers after dates. She closed her eyes, leaned toward Cesc a little bit, and...
"BING BONG. THE CONTEST IS OVER, PLEASE RETURN TO THE ENTRANCE IMMEDIATELY." Promply fell off of his chest in surprise.
With a blush, she righted herself and put her hand out to help Cesc up. Realizing that this was, in all actuality, somewhat futile, her blush only increased. Suddenly, she stepped forward, for no one had ever accused Branwys of being bashful, and kissed him, directly on the... cheek.
A small part of her was a little happy about the interruption, but a larger part was disappointed, both to be interrupted, and in her inability to follow through with what she was pretty sure she wanted.
She'd have to call Zeetha when she got back to her room.
As they walked back, with Branwys both pre-occupied with her own thoughts, and internally wincing from Seican's horrible pun, she suddenly had a thought strike her. "Oh! I wish they hadn't gotten away with the machine."
Looking up at Cesc, she smiled. "I thought I had broken it before, then I realized maybe I hadn't. The machine looked like it was modified, or intended to attract pokémon to it. But they were using a metal coat as a resonance chamber, see?" she pulled the object out of her bag. "When I pulled it out, I think I fixed it..."
Posted by: Kamaitachi Mar 12 2012, 10:39 PM
With Branwys' aid (or lack thereof), Cesc rose up from the ground, patting himself down. The mixture of water and dirt had turned into a sort of muddy concoction. Combined with today's outfit, he felt rather rugged and outdoorsy.
Upon receiving a kiss on the cheek, his lopsided grin slowly melted onto his face. He winked playfully at her, holding his hand out for her to take. At least they'd stroll leisurely back to the grading tent.
Branwys then explained the machine situation. Cesc tried to follow along with her thoughts, but wound up fairly lost, even despite her simple description. Tilting his head curiously, he stated: "So you made the machine work better?"
Either way, the shiny metal coat she was holding looked very appealing. Today, he'd caught a Scyther, which evolved into Scizor by holding a special item. He wasn't quite sure of Lucky Egg or King's Rock were the sort of item that would evolve Bardolph, but Metal Coat seemed to make sense.
"Is there any way I could trade you for that?" he asked, indicating the 'resonance chamber', "I'm pretty sure that it evolves my new Scyther into a Scizor, right?"
He wasn't sure if he could think of something equitable. After all, he'd already had his Aunt and Uncle make Dimo and Tinka brand new outfits, and using that as a bargaining chip seemed repetitive.
Turning to Seiccan, he smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Hey, thanks for your help, Seiccan. You're pretty okay." Albeit loud, Cesc voiced internally. "I'll see you on that contest circuit!"
Approaching the judges, Cesc pulled out the pokeball for Bardolph, presenting the ragged looking Scyther for their appraisal. The judges wordlessly scribbled their notes, but as Cesc turned to give a thumbs up to Branwys, Bardolph bolted away, aiming at the Scolipede and Drapion caught by the two teens.
With a yelp of panic, Cesc shot the recall beam at his new companion, returning the battle-hungry creature into the pokeball. He turned back to the judges, offering a shrug and a sheepish smile, while they reciprocated with looks of clear disappointment. In Cesc's defense, the Scyther was freshly caught and clearly untrained. In the judge's defense, they were judges.
After a moment of waiting, the "Bing Bong" voice announced the winner of the contest. The name announced sounded nothing like "Francesco Rojas" or "Seiccan Serroc", so Cesc found himself looking around for the aforementioned victor. His search led him to the Drapion and Scolipede from earler, but their new trainers seeed rather crestfallen. Before long, his eyes settled on a man pinning a ribbon to a rather immense looking Shuckle. The creature, usually found at about two feet tall, easily stood four or five feet with its body alone. The tendril looking head and appendages only served to increase the size. Cesc had to admit, it was an impressive looking creature, was still cute, and vaguely resembled a bug. With a shrug, he looked down at the new pokeball for Bardolph, deciding that even if the Scyther lacked any defining qualities to set him apart from his species, he was still wicked-cool looking.
Returning back to Branwys, he took a knee Tim Tebow style and held out his hand.
"I'd like to propose that we go to the Pokemon Center. Along the way, we'll procure some delicious take-out. Then, I propose we see if Arthro Town has any sort of night life." He then leaned in close to her ear, speaking the rest in a sotto voce: "Lacking that, I say we find someplace picturesque and quiet, then defile it in the most raunchy of ways." It had been a long day, and he was still a bit sore from the mini-adventure that had taken place, but he'd missed the chance of spending the majority of it with his date, and didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to do so.
Posted by: Douken Sota Mar 15 2012, 07:07 PM
Well, Seican was no way a "record breaking" competator, but he was a good listener to complainers. Hearing the complaints from a kid, he found out he got third place and got a reusable Tm for the move "Round." Sure, he could try and use it, but he said he was only interested in single battles. "Wait... why does that matter?" Hearing it was a move that had a better nature when Pokemon used it at the same time, a gleam came into his eyes. Immediately, he bought it off the kid.
"Alright! With this, I can totally rock the stages! Now lets see? What sounds like a good place to start," he thought out loud. "I am sure I will figure it out when I get Nurse Joy to help me teach everyone this move." And so, he left the contest ground and headed over to the Pokemon Center. As they were being tended to and trained in a way Seican was careless about, he took the time to look up Contest Arenas.
"Fidona, eh?" he questioned. The area was an island that is said to be inhabited by Amazons and unique Pokemon. Seican was seeing girls in tight bikinis on the beach cheering his name. "OH YEAH! NOW THATS A PLACE TO GET MY NAME ON THE STREETS!" he yelled in the quiet room. "FIDONA, HERE i COME... Nurse, are my Pokemon ready yet?"
With a small sigh, Joy told him, "Give he another hour, please..."
Posted by: Master Houndoom Mar 15 2012, 10:21 PM
Branwys blushed, quelling the tiny little Zola in her head. Part of the problem Branwys had with her older sister was that the woman insisted on thinking of Branwys as a child, despite her 22 years.
Similarly, she also quelled the little Zeetha in her head, who, like her sister, had no compunctions about who, when, or, sometimes, where, she slept with.
Shutting both of these mini representations of her sisters and emotions took up a lot of concentration, and that, coupled with the crowd walking back to the judge area, prevented her from noticing the two men, who she had recently been fighting, running from a swarm of combee and beedrill.
Branwys was going to be her own woman. A little woman, yes, but a woman, and make sure she had full control of everything that fate left in her hands. She was working with a deficit, both in height and looks, and she was going to keep control of everything else.
When Cesc broke into her internal war, it was almost a relief. He asked to trade the metal coat, and, while Branwys was loathe to let go of a potential piece of equipment, if it would help Cesc get a better class of pokemon...
An evil little smile lit up her face. She pulled the metal coat out of her bag and held it up, cocking her hip to the side and putting her other hand on it? "This? Hmmm, I was going to see if I could use it in something else, but if you need it... maybe I can let it go for a... favor."
She smiled. "This outfit would look marvelous with a fedora, don't you think?" She brushed the dirt off of her shirt, which did nothing to actually remove the dirt, but did flatten it a bit to accentuate her curves. "Clean, and a hat," she amended. "Do you think your aunt or uncle could make me one?" Reaching up with her free hand, rubbing to one side of where his shirt buttoned up.
She made to hand it to him, then pulled it away, smiling with her little pink tongue between her teeth. "Hmm... it seems that it wouldn't be that hard to make a hat for little ol' me... not a lot of cloth... maybe we need to sweeten the deal..."
Without much warning, she jumped up a bit, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down, bending at the waist. Before Mini!Zola could talk her out of it, and Mini!Zeetha could cheer her on, she kissed him, dead on the lips. And she didn't make it end too early.
This, of course, occupied both of them so that they missed the two men they had been fighting not too long ago running by again, the swarms of flying, stinging pokemon joined by a small horde of arachnid, including joltik, spinarak, and one very amorous looking ariados.
"That should cover the rest, don't you think..?" She winked, giggling as she let him go finally and flounced toward the judging booth.
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Branwys was only slightly disappointed. She hadn't even gotten a chance to try, as the time had passed while she was mostly occupied with running, fighting, or fixing a machine. Worse, neither of her companions, loud or stunned, had won, either.
On the way back, Cesc dropped to one knee, and Mini!Zola panicked. Oddly, Mini!Zeetha did, too, for different reasons. Branwys told them both to shut their yaps, she couldn't HEAR.
She grinned, leaning toward him to kiss his lips, softly. "I like those ideas..." She turned, then looked over her shoulder. "But perhaps not the absolute raunchiest... I'm a good girl!"
One day, he might find out that when she was bad, she was better... but on her timing.
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