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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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hello calamity! we're nearing the two months mark in a few weeks. how time flies! right now we have two things going on that need your participation. the first is an activity check! it is impotant that you check in so you don't lose your face claim. the second is the otm nomiations! we're doing it a bit different than last time. so please submit your nominations in. a vote thread will be up in the next few days. there will also be a formal event coming very soon, so keep your eye out for that. keep being cool!
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Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 14, 2015 14:53:43 GMT
Slateport was one of the busiest cities in the Hoenn region, it seemed. Ships came in routinely, dropping off excess cargo and trading it for other goods. Sometimes it was an expected delivery of manufactured goods, and others it was a fisherman reporting his catch and taking the highest bidder. This kind of place felt much like back home, where business was on a person-to-person basis.
It felt good to remember a little bit of home.
"So, what's todays TM hull show?" Dmitri had been persistently bugging one of the managers charged with stocking prize TMs for pokemon coordinator contests held in Slateport. He'd been bugging to find out if they had anything for his Abra to learn. Until now it had gotten its butt whooped in just about every battle it did. It even managed to lose to a Magikarp! It was embarrassing.
Today's the day, buddy... I just know it. His familiar showed him a few crates of rare TMs; some for Steel Wing, others for Charge Beam and other attacks. What caught his eyes was a Psychic TM, and as he pleaded and begged the man had to seal the crate back up. 'Only for contestant winners!' was his usual appeal; but Dmitri didn't have time to waste on such trivial competitions.
For all the begging he did, it got him nowhere. Dmitri's head fell, drooped into a frown. I'm sorry, Abra... He just wanted to help build some confidence for his pokemon. This was hardly going as intended; why were people here so stingy about who used a TM? It's not like they broke after a single use, Silph Co. had upgraded their technology long ago to fix that little quirk in the system.
Down on his luck, Dmitri began kicking up small pebbles as he paced along the sidestreets of Slateport. He hadn't offered to pay the man, but he didn't want the guy losing his job for taking a deal like that. It looked better just to take it free, if it was going to be against the rules. But the man incessantly refused. He had a family, and they needed this job. It was out of the question.
Fair enough, then. Abra would have to wait awhile longer to tap into his latent power. It still didn't seem fair to Dmitri, that Abra be condemned to sit and watch as the world abused it so willfully.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 15, 2015 18:56:45 GMT
WE RAN LIKE VAMPIRES FROM A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS
Slowly but surely, Kristmar was steadily making progress with the neglected glameow he'd taken in a couple of weeks ago. The poor cat was still in a dismal state and, in certain lights, looked like a skeleton draped in drab navy fur. Getting the pathetic thing to put weight on was a nightmare in itself with how... picky the glameow was about his food. For a cat that was almost starved to death, he'd quickly developed a very finicky palate.
If fresh fish caught mere hours ago and bought directly from the fishing boat didn't tempt Sören's appetite... Kris honestly didn't know what would. As much as he liked cats, snakes were where all his knowledge was.
Walking back to the guesthouse where he was staying, Kris spotted a hunched figure dawdling up ahead. It took him a moment to recognize that brunette undercut as the same one he'd spotted at the pier not too long ago. As Kris had been waiting for his turn - and as the nosy bugger he was - he couldn't help but overhear how the guy had been trying to badger his way into a free TM use.
Kris sped up a little bit so he caught up to the downcast male, pushing his blonde locks from his face as it was buffeted by the coastal wind.
"S'up, man? You look pretty down," he chimed, friendly enough to conceal a slight ulterior motive. This was an opportunity to make some quick cash, after all. His dark cerise eyes narrowed teasingly and his smile gained a slanted quality to it. "Guy at the harbour not let you get the goods you wanted?"
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 15, 2015 19:35:57 GMT
"Um... hi." Strangers weren't always walking up to him, so he hadn't grown comfortable to the idea yet. But he'd met some interesting figures in Hoenn by walking up to complete strangers, so he figured it would be okay at least to talk with him for the moment.
"I was trying to find a good TM for Abra. He's got a fighting spirit, but doesn't have any moves other than Teleport." Even now the psychic type chimed to Dmitri, expressing a distrust for this person. It seemed to think they were only interested in his money, but he wasn't sure how Abra came to such a conclusion.
"It's been difficult to train him; not just because he can't fight back, but because watching him get bruised just for my sake of wanting a tougher pokemon..." It felt like Dmitri was abusing poor Abra, everytime he sent the Psychic-type into battle it was another scene just like the first. It would lose the battle, and any confidence it might have once withheld.
"I don't want to train my pokemon to expect to lose: I want them to see why they're strong! I want them to know that I'm proud of them..." He fidgeted with the pokeball, pressing the button to let the poor creature out. It looked depleted, exhausted, as it should; Andrea had her Froakie pound its face in not more than a few hours ago.
"But there's nothing to do about it, I can't force them to let me use their TMs." Somehow he was surprised a complete stranger would have any concern whatsoever about another person's woes. Hoenn was a great place, if strangers everywhere were anything like this particular fellow. Especially if they're as pretty. Dmitri pressed on.
"This is Hoodini. Say hello." Dmitri held Abra against him, cradling the pokemon's neck against his chest. It sighed and reached out to Kristmar, inviting him to touch it. When it connected, it sent a telepathic message using its psychic power.
Greetings, hoomen... I sense you have something for me... But first, you will want to be paid, yes? Hoomens... so predictable.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 15, 2015 19:58:45 GMT
WE RAN LIKE VAMPIRES FROM A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS
When Kristmar had approached the male, he'd half-expected to be met with a power-hungry trainer that'd been eyeing up TMs for the mere reason of being able to boast of a powerful move. Not someone with an abra who was tired of sending the poor thing out onto the field to only be repeatedly beat up. He could understand the teen's situation... no one wanted to see members of their team mercilessly be pummeled by their opponents without even so much as a decent attack with which to defend themselves. Kris listened quietly to the trainer, humming in acknowledgement, sympathy, and actually finding himself pleasantly surprised that the other's intentions had been mostly innocent when trying to talk his way into free moves.
"Abras are hard to train," he murmured, watching as the pokémon in question was sent out and he frowned gently on seeing his bruised and exhausted appearance. "Poor thing looks like it's been having a rough time, alright."
Not denying the invitation, Kris reached out to touch the psychic type and didn't flinch at the telepathic connection that was forged between them. Very accustomed to Adelaide, his ralts, meandering about on the edges of his mind, he was used to the invasive sensation telepathy created. Kris just chuckled at the abra's message.
"Predictable but I have many mouths to feed," and, as if to prove his point, he lifted the carrier bag he held in one hand and gave it a gentle shake. Turning back to the boy, Kris flashed him another casual smirk and slipped his hand into his satchel.
"It won't be for free but... I can help you out if you're in need of a move so the poor guy doesn't get beat up so much." He gave a sharp jerk of his chin, flicking his sandy hair from his face - again - and pulled out a pink technical machine from his bag. "It's a fairy type move, Dazzling Gleam. It packs a decent punch and I use it alot myself." Kris flipped the disc over in his fingers and offered it up to the boy, raising an eyebrow at him with the same humoured expression. "Four bucks a use... interested?"
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 15, 2015 20:19:04 GMT
"I-I'll take it!" Hoodini had been prepared to intervene should Dmitri reject the cost; it planned on using his morality against him. What's four dollars to seeing me bruised and beaten every day for the rest of our time together? He couldn't throw the poke dollars at Kristmar soon enough, Dazzling Gleam sounded like an amazing move. Even if Abra wasn't a Fairy-type, it would still prove its worth.
"So what's your name?" Dmitri inquired, wondering where he might have seen this person before. Perhaps they were at the gala? But he wouldn't recognize anyone from there, not with everyone wearing masks. Still, he wanted to know who to thank, after this was over.
"Is this how TMs really work?" He scrutinized the device, trying to figure out how it was meant to teach the pokemon the move inside. Dmitri almost wondered if the disc didn't just insert somewhere on the pokemon, but that seemed preposterous.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 16, 2015 13:26:22 GMT
WE RAN LIKE VAMPIRES FROM A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS
The coordinator's offer was met with surprising eagerness rather than rejection, making his smirk widen into a pleased grin. He even felt how a wave of gratitude was communicated through the link the abra currently had with him. Kris had initially been aiming to just get his fingers in the other guy's wallet for an easy TM sell but, knowing that he was honestly helping this person out, was good enough for him as well.
"I'm Kris," he told the brunette, glancing up from his abra to his eyes with a friendly smile. "And you?"
Gently, the blonde touched the abra on his small shoulder with the object and it instantly came to life. It whirred quietly in the disc sleeve, spinning slowly at first before speeding up after just a second. Kris, accustomed to this by now, kept a firm hold on it as the set technical machine began to vibrate in his slender fingers while it transfered knowledge to the psychic pokémon.
"Yeah, this is pretty much it," Kris said with a low rumble of a chuckle. "It instills the workings behind a move in the pokémon, although it's always advisable to practice any moves taught this way first before using it in a proper battle."
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 16, 2015 13:46:01 GMT
"Dmitri." He smiled back, pleased at the turn of events. We're finally one step closer, Hoodini, Broski, Bawss... He had chased it down, and now the fruits of his labor were thrust upon him. He was jovial, ecstatic at the opportunity presented.
"Thank you for this, Kris. Here's the payment." Plucking a few sparse poke dollars he kept in his front pockets, in case something caught his eye, he passed them on to the blonde without another word. Clutching at Abra, he cradled him like a babe.
Except he wasn't anymore, was he?
"I'm going to challenge Andrea to a rematch... See you later, Kris!" There was no guarantee they would ever meet one another again, but it was possible Dmitri might try and hunt him down if there was need of another TM. Still, there was little other than gratitude in his heart for now, he couldn't be bothered to think of asking for any more than Dmitri had already been granted.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 16, 2015 15:09:35 GMT
WE RAN LIKE VAMPIRES FROM A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS
Kris pocketed the few paper bills with the same smile plastered on his lips and lifted his hand to wave the boy off on his merry way. He faltered though on hearing... he was going to challenge Andrea to a rematch? He assumed it was the same Andrea he'd battled once and his smile turned back into a wry smirk.
"Watch out for her froakie," he called after Dmitri with a small laugh. "And... her absol. I just taught it Fire Blast." His laugh petered off to a light-hearted cackle as he turned his back on the male and continued on his way. He only hoped that his pleased customer would take a moment to actually practice his abra's new move before they threw themselves into a battle with that crass-mouthed coordinator. Dazzling Gleam was a formidable move when used aptly but it still took a little work to get right.
