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Post by Elijah Castaire on May 21, 2015 15:28:44 GMT
He reckons he ought to beef up the team, something or someone of more intimidation than a floating sword or an egg, and certainly someone who can compensate for the lackey-like attributes that surround the Scrafty. So here he is, with little patience as he trudges along the grassy meadow in search of pokemon. It's a good day, by anyone else's standards, the sun is high, the clouds are low, perfect weather as any other. Which makes him all the more grumble, as he would have preferred to use this day to relax instead of getting sweaty in the tall grass.
He's heard dog barking in the distance but that is not of his concern. He dislike dogs, they're overall messy with their drool, and a rather nasty meeting with a Growlithe in his youth has further lost whatever appeal the canines might have had on him. He doesn't fear them, more like is utterly cautious of them beyond reason.
that dog barking in the distance? yeah, it was a poochyena chasing after this poor ponyta. he managed to gallop away and onto the route where he lost the stupid mutt. he ran as fast as he could. but he came to a sudden halt when he saw a trainer approaching. he was curious. he's never seen a human before! so he waited there for the trainer to arrive.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 22, 2015 14:42:50 GMT
Well that was strange. He didn't think that it was possible that a Ponyta would be roaming around in such a grassy area. One of the two weren't a good mix, mostly the land would be charred if there were any more of the fire horses, which leads Elijah to believe that this one does not belong here.
It's a weird staring contest, before Elijah ducks down low, trying to look appeasing. "Hey there, you lost bud?" He asks, lips curling into a smile as he watches the Ponyta. He releases Silva to the side, the Pokemon hovering where he stood. "Ready yourself, Silva." He might be trying for peaceful with the Ponyta, but he's not stupid enough to think that the Ponyta wouldn't attack. It was still wild after all.
eh? out of the corner of his eye he noticed the honedge sharpening its attack. was it preparing for an attack? the ponyta got scared. and out of self-defence he leaped forward and tried to tackle the floating sword.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 23, 2015 0:37:57 GMT
Let it be said that Elijah had tried the diplomatic way.
Silva takes the hit stoically, but he's made of metal and blood, of much tougher stuff than the Ponyta, but the flames do pose a problem for the steel-type which is so far the only thing Elijah fears. He'd given the Ponyta a chance, it had decided to lash out rather than do with peace, so this would be the Pokemon's fault.
"Silva, tackle it." Comes the order.
The sword rushes forth, swinging himself at the last minute in a haphazard slashing movement as he does. Old habits die hard.
the ponyta just barely survives. the tackle was strong. the honedge was strong. its attack was deadly. and honestly, the ponyta was very lucky to still be standing. one final attack.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 7:28:36 GMT
The Ponyta was stubborn, he'd give it that. Maybe other pokemon might h ve run away by now but this one stood its ground, going as far as try to tackle Silva in a last ditch effort to survive. The tackle doesn't do much, not to something like Silva anyway and the sword takes it without flinching.
That was good though, he needed pokemon like that. The kind that didn't quit just because of pain. He needed fighters just like this Ponyta.
He didn't need it wasting time however, eating away daylight that it was. "Finish it off with another tackle."
well, that attack didn't last long. the final tackle attack hit him and sent him to the land of dreams. he fell to the ground, his flame still burning.
ponyta fainted! honedge gained 1 level! capture? more pokemon?
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 10:59:19 GMT
If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Silva was gleaming with pride, but a second look shows the sword pokemon as stoic as ever. Huh. Must be a trick of the sun.
The Ponyta lays there, fire still mystically flaring despite the unmoving body. He's thankful that the pokemon's fire seems like magic, else the grass would have burned up and they'd really be in trouble. Truth was, he found the fire type somewhat enchanting, there was much mystery that surrounded the horse pokemon, both coveted and somewhat feared for their beauty and strength.
Which was why Elijah just had to get one.
He tosses over a pokeball at the same time gesturing Silva to hover over, which the Pokemon does, for him to look the Honedge over. A few marks here and there from where the Ponyta's flames had grazed him but he was otherwise fine. The adventure could continue.
hoohaa he loved him a battle. he stared at the battle that raged on from up in a tree. he was perched on a branch. the honedge was strong. not bad. time to teach the sword a lesson. the wingull pushed himself off the branch and sent out a supersonic attack.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 26, 2015 2:09:39 GMT
A Wingull. Yeah, those were common enough by the sea side, along with the mass squadron of Tentacool and Tentacruel alike. They didn't pose too much of a threat, other than the pokemon tended to pilfer snacks from beach-goers and hung around in massive flocks that cause one problem or another.
The wild wouldn't miss another one, not one that's this aggressive. It attacked first, well it screamed first to no visible ill effects to Silva, which just gave Elijah the excuse to murder it as well. The bird was in over it's head, and soon it wouldn't have to capability to fly off knowing its mistake, not with Elijah around.
"Ready up and attack, Silva." He commands the Honedge. Silva knew his job, knew that he was only as useful for as long as he could attack and swing. His trainer saw fit to tell him that on the moment they met. So he flings himself towards the Wingull, no hesitation in his movements as he aims his own body at the Wingull.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 26, 2015 7:37:48 GMT
The water is... Messy. It manages to push the Honedge back, forceful water quickly sliding off the steel-types body, but that isn't the problem. As the water slips away, Silva in faced with a different dilemma entirely. His vision flickers, darkness expanding from the sides. His body drops significantly from being just as high up as the Wingull to floating mere inches from the ground.
It's five seconds of this moment before the darkness passes, where he can discern light and colors again.
Elijah notices the change in the Honedge's behavior, notes it for future battles, and decides that they really need to finish off the Wingull as soon as possible to let the steel type rest. "It's alright, it can't take another couple of tackles." He says, voice radiating the confidence that the Honedge needs. So he gathers himself, lifting his gaze at the Wingull, stoic as ever as he rushed for a round of tackles.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 26, 2015 13:04:04 GMT
Silva is returned almost as the Wingull hits the dirt. Elijah doesn't want to risk Silva for much longer, not in the tired state that he is in, and certainly not for a flighty that didn't know how to mind its on manners. Best to leave where it lay and let the Poochyena have a snack, or perhaps some other Wingull would try to help its fallen brethren.
But he highly doubted that would happen.
He figures he still has plenty of time, enough daylight to reach Petalburg, wander the rest of the route before doubling back to Oldale for the night. He sure as hell isn't going to try to tackle the monstrosity that is Petalburg woods just yet, not until he has a sufficient team and perhaps someone to guide him through. Him and nature never saw eye to eye.
