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Post by Calvin Diablo on Aug 13, 2015 6:10:58 GMT
OUR FLAWS LAY HAND IN HAND Was this the right place? He had no idea.
He had heard a few people talking in the pokemon centre about a small place in route 102 that trainers go to to train their pokemon against others. Calvin didn't exactly have anything better to do today so he decided he'd check it out.
There was a small hole in a bush along the route, Calvin got on all fours and climbed through, his rear poking right up in the air as he squeezed in.
"ugh, why cant trainers just battle each other on a road like normal?!" He said rather annoyed as a twig got snagged in his hair. He finally climbed out and picked the bits of bush out of his hair and clothes. So... This was the little area trainers gather? Cool...
It was cool, it was like a magical little glade where the sun shone through onto emerald grass. Even the trees looked nicer, they were a nice hazelnut brown and their leaves looked like mosaic tiles pressed into the sky above. Calvin smiled contently, ~There better be someone here today, otherwise its just a waste of my time.~
Then he heard it, there was a rustle in the bushes a few minutes after he had got in. Finally someone was here!
[OOC: only pokemon between lvls 2-10 please, other than that, feel free to join!]
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Post by Alastor Clarke on Aug 13, 2015 21:13:39 GMT
This is nearly where I found Mienfoo, right? He'd been rummaging around the area trying to reminisce over his first wild pokemon, and his staunchest friend most days. She was so tsundere though, it really wasn't healthy for Alastor. He needed a human friend, a companion of sorts.
"Uhm... who are you?" Alastor wasn't conscious of the stranger until just then, and had felt interrupted despite being the second to arrive. Maybe this isn't the spot after all... It was so long ago he honestly didn't blame himself for forgetting, but he couldn't help but want Mienfoo to feel at home with Alastor. This was a trust exercise.
As anybody with a shady background like him might, he reached for his pokeballs instinctively and gave pause. Doesn't look threatening to me.
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Post by Calvin Diablo on Aug 14, 2015 8:14:46 GMT
OUR FLAWS LAY HAND IN HAND Calvin raised an eyebrow at the strange person that had crawled through the bush. He looked rather different than most people he'd seen around here. There was just something about him that Calvin couldn't quite put his finger on - he didn't worry too much about it though."Well that question depends entirely on who you are." he said with a cautious tone.He noticed the man go to grab his pokeballs, Calvin instinctively did the same, his silver rings clinking against the metal of the pokeball. His black duffel coat flapped in the breeze, and he positioned his stance to the side ready to throw a pokeball if need be.
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