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fletchling flutters from one branch to another. it's so scared! what happened to her family? she chirps loudly, trying to call for them. would someone help?
Post by horace selborne on May 19, 2015 0:41:49 GMT
“ Try try try again, there's nothing for me to say to the world...”
He goes, and goes. There's still that uncanny sound of nature around him. With his heart on nothing in mind, the individual goes through and through. Black hair, and storming greys. He's not happy or mad, not even sad. He's neutral like the usual. A stretch of limbs for the spur of moment. Chirps, right.
There it goes again. More chirps, a sound of distress. The individual raises his head and looks around. Wait, what's going to happen then? He walks, and walks. The male comes upon a fletchling. It's small, and as he looks at it, he notices how scared it is. "You alright there little one? Scary experience or something else?" His expression softens.
a deluge of music pours through the ears of the headphones around his neck; his thoughts drift and meander, carried on a current of ever-changing beats. only the firmness of the tree against his back and the ground beneath his reclining form chain him to reality.
tyson spares a glance to his left: an unhatched pokémon egg peeks out from the backpack at his side. without a word, he gives it a caress. the knowledge of its safety grants him peace of mind. soon, he's fast asleep.
but rest is fleeting.
oblivious to the worried chirps overhead, it's the sound of a distinctly human voice that pierces the veil of slumber and disturbs his unconscious mind. in response, there's a sudden noise and a flash of light from his waist. a sableye materializes into existence.
free of its confines, the imp-like figure gives a mischievous laugh as its gem-like eyes soon settle upon the lone fletchling. its trainer groggy with sleep, the sableye wastes nary a moment in scurrying up the side of the tree, eager to harass the little flying-type for amusement.
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 17:22:52 GMT
Notes: Hope I'm not too late for the party! Words: 134
The distressed chirping had been bothering her for quite some time now. She wondered if it was a pokemon, or a trap set by one of the teams she had heard so much about since coming to the Hoenn region. But curiousity had taken it's toll, and now she was down on her haunches, looking for the small bird that was making its little chirping noises.
Upon closer inspecting, she found two men, one sleeping, and the other actually talking to the little fletchling that seemed to be lost. She raised her eyebrows, assuming that the two of them hadn't noticed each other, before stepping out into the open, staring at the conscious man. "Is she hurt?" She asked cautiously, hand on her little hip-pack, ready to use a potion if she needed to.
the sableye's presence alerts the fletchling even more. she growls even louder, with more urgency. the humans are nice but this pokemon looks like it would eat her for dinner!
there's a cry in the distance. fletchinder and her other chick comes in full force. she enters with a spray of ember. she needs to protect her young!
Post by horace selborne on May 20, 2015 18:05:18 GMT
“ Try try try again, there's nothing for me to say to the world...”
He didn't notice, not a single bit. A man down below was in his own slumber. Horace should have been the one asleep, not the male down below. His attention is towards the small fletchling, it's harmless as it looks. Tender look, a soft gaze. As he was close to taking the small pokemon onto his finger. There's a rustle close by.
Only for a moment. It was just a moment. He looks over when someone spoke. She's staring at him, he's a bit uncomfortable with those eyes. "She's alright," he says, a cover of his accent as best as he could. "She's astray from her nest, nothing else to add really."
It was as he was talking to the female, the fletchling was alert to the sableye he didn't not notice. Distance cries, immediately, and quick. The male sends out his Charmander, Amelie. In defense, the lizard pokemon took a hit from the ember to protect them. "Don't hurt them too much Amelie," he says with a soothing cold voice.
He looks down and gently nudges the male. "Excuse me, perhaps you should help out your pokemon. Best not to have the poor thing pulverised." He turns up to the female and nods. "Willing to give a helping hand then?"
Post by tyson raleigh on May 20, 2015 22:40:37 GMT
I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS.
discord fills tyson's ears; the world is a cacophony of stimuli to his stirring mind. with a nudge and few words from the other male, he's jarred awake.
the tree supports his movements as he rises to his feet; yet he doesn't make to move from it. given the circumstances, he may have need of it as a shield. instead, he focuses on assessing the situation at hand, eyes darting to and fro.
a twinge of annoyance registers in the back of his mind as he spots the sableye, now atop a branch. it reels back in mock surprise from the little fletching's growl.
he's a better trainer than this.
with the opportunity afforded by the charmander, he orders an attack: the sableye's eyes shine with ill-intent as it leers at its prey; then it strikes with claws sharp enough to rend the earth, cackling all the while.
still, there's the matter of the fletchinder; it's a fine prize for a member of team magma. feeling daring, tyson retrieves an empty pokéball from his belt and throws it toward the mother bird.
Notes: Hope I'm not too late for the party! Words: 167
Penelope barely budged as the tweets got higher and more strained. Obviously the little bird was scared, the sableye looked like a menace, ready to pounce on the poor little one. Penelope glanced around at the nearby trees, waiting for the mother to come flying in. Birds tended to be more aggressive around their young to protect them.
Once the fletchinder emeraged from the trees in a spray of embers, Penelope grasped one of the pokeballs from her belt, tossing it out into the open air. "Bruce, go." She said calmly, watching as her houndour emerged from the pokeball. She knew that a fire and dark type against a fire and flying type probably wouldn't bode well, but she didn't want to be the only one not in the fight.
Bruce just stoodby, in a protective stance in front of Penelope. He was ready to fight, but he wasn't going to get involved unless something really bad was happening. Or if Penelope told him to do so.
the family of fire birds attack back. fletchinder breaks out of her pokeball. she's even more angry. with an angry cry she orders the rest of the flock to attack. how dare the sableye's human try to encapture her.
fletchling♀ is gravely injured ! fletchling♂ is moderately injured !
fletchinder is healthy !
fletchling breaks out of her pokeball! (you rolled a 10 out of 10!)
fletchling♀ used tackle on charmander ! fletchling♂ used quick attack on houndour ! fletchinder used quick attack on sableye !
Post by horace selborne on May 24, 2015 12:52:19 GMT
“ Try try try again, there's nothing for me to say to the world...”
Little to none, the male stands by. Amelie was incredibly in the ready to go for the attack. As this goes on, a forward press. He takes in a deep breath as he then watches the battle a bit more. Anticipation. Either or, whichever pokémon he captures, he can only assume the other two would take good care of their share.
"Amelie, use scratch two times on the fletchinder," he instructs the pokémon. A bit injured, the pokémon nods and goes for the attack once more. Wether this would work, it's unsure. Hopefully the girl would do her fair share on this work.
For now, he wants this battle over with. To doze off, to sleep elsewhere would be nice now.
the sight of the fletchinder's escape only serves to stoke the fire of his desire; she's an undeniably strong creature, full of passion—he must have her on his team.
meanwhile, the sableye revels in his successful attack with more cackling. he doesn't even notice the enraged flying-type barreling towards him until it's far too late; and his acrobatics are no match for a mother's wrath. with a cry of surprise and pain, he's sent plummeting to the ground below, tumbling to a rest.
feeling the grip of desperation about him, tyson takes another pokéball from his belt and throws it at the fletchinder. may fortune favor him.
Post by penelope reed on May 28, 2015 14:47:54 GMT
Notes: SORRY I'M LATE I GOT INTERNET TODAY YAYYYYY Words: 160
Bruce took a hit, and Penelope gritted her teeth slightly as he shook it off. Quick attack was a pretty powerful thing, and she could see that the poor houndour was trying to shake it off as best as he could.
Once she was sure he was okay, she glanced around for the fletchling that had attacked him, and caught sight of it within a few seconds.
"Bruce, use Ember." She called out to the dog pokemon, before watching him release a spray of embers at the fletchling. Fire against fire wasn't really her best option, but with a low-leveled pokemon, she didn't have much of a choice until she could buy some HM's for him.
She honestly had no interest in hurting the pokemon, but she knew that they weren't going to go down without some swings here and there.
"Hit him one more time, Bruce." She said calmly, watching as the pokemon let out another spray of embers.
the fletchlings panic when their mother is suddenly sucked into a pokeball. they're left defensless. the combined attacks easily take the family out. with the mother suddenly gone, the two fletchlings are left on the ground, fainted. there is no one to protect them now.
horace made fletchling♀ faint ! capture? penelope made fletchling♂ faint ! capture?
fletchinder is successfully captured ! (tyson rolled a 3 out of 10!)
Post by horace selborne on May 30, 2015 5:35:45 GMT
“ Try try try again, there's nothing for me to say to the world...”
He tosses a pokéball to the fletchling. It shouldn't matter as much really. The male looks to the charmander and pats her head. She did well for a fire type. "Good job," he nods. Once the Charmander takes the pokéball and hands it to Horace, he returns his Charmander to give her a well earned rest.He takes out a notepad and writes down the fletchling he caught and put it back in his pocket. A look to the two others. "Didn't have a chance to introduce myself," he says as he looks at them. "I'm Horace, a breeder, and you two are?"
He can only wonder what they're going to say really. There's nothing for him to talk about; so, perhaps it would be his very best to go away, to travel elsewhere and to leave them alone. He already has an associate at the farm and that was Easter Holmes. Taking care of one human is good enough for him. He doesn't want to end up being a baby sitter for these two at all.
Post by tyson raleigh on May 30, 2015 14:21:34 GMT
I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS.
a brief smile appears upon tyson’s face as the pokéball stills with a soft ping; it’s his first capture on this journey, and a superlative one at that. adjusting his glasses, he walks over and retrieves the red-and-white capsule, securing it to his belt.
with another pokéball in hand, he recalls the injured sableye to recover within its confines. "bravo," he whispers.
afterwards, he returns to the tree to check his things. his backpack and—more importantly—the unhatched egg it contains both appear unharmed. lifting and slinging the former over a shoulder, he makes for the road.
“i’m just a passing-through trainer,” is all he offers the man in parting; the woman is given a fleeting glance of inspection. despite his asocial inclinations, tyson seldom forgets a face.
in the future, perhaps they would re-encounter one another by some remote chance; perhaps, one day, the mother flying-type would reunite with her offspring.
