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It's far too much fun, poking at a something -- or someone -- who can't poke back. The Spoink's been spending the last five minutes taunting a Goldeen by the lakeside. He bounces closer, closer, just enough so that the water pokemon could just reach up and nab him -- and then he's out in an instant, cackling as it dives but misses. much more fun than whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing.
Ooh, the grey little pig's lucky that this fish can't just grow legs. The poor fish was already having a bad day, and now this happens. Every time the Spoink comes within range it's gone again, and there's no good to be had for a fish out of water. And so, for now, he's stuck -- far too peeved to leave without teaching the other Pokemon a lesson, but too limited by his own mobility to do anything about it.
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
"Knock. That. Shit. Out."
The dark-haired female had observed the shameful and repetitive display for several minutes. It bothered her immensely for some unknown reason. Her now irritable state urging her to boldly address the issue at hand - with her foot, if needed. She wasn't above bodily harming a Pokemon if the situation called for it. Andrea had dealt with smaller creatures whom insisted on being a bother before on her own. Hands curling tightly into fists, she quickly retrieved the single red and white capsule from her belt. Her movements were a bit hesitant and sloppy as she located the proper button and conjured up her new companion.
"Froakie!"
The tiny blue creature croaked happily, greeting his new mistress with a pleased noise. He followed her gesturing as she proceeded to point at the duo settled a short distance away.
"The grey thing."
Her partner merely cocked his head in obvious confusion.
"Dammit, Java, the shitty-looking bouncy one! Use Pound, now."
He appeared to understand that bit, an eager glint entering his gaze as he rushed to obey. The Froakie charged toward the Spoink, raising its paw and readying an appropriate amount of force as it moved to administer a Pound to the plump psychic-type's midsection.
Post by Julius Kingston on May 15, 2015 12:42:55 GMT
His starter had been, in very short words, effective. It appeared to have no emotion what so ever, and it didn't really seem to do anything at all except for what it was asked. Which was creepy, true, but Julius was never the type to keep pokemon for 'wonderful travelling companions' - bullshit. The rotom's senses were razor sharp and, logically, far better than a human's. So Julius kept him out of his pokeball with firm instructions to notify him if any other pokemon were in the immediate vicinity.
In the end, if he was going to get any progress with his goal, he was going to need a more effective team. He didn't have his glasses and instead had replaced them with a cigarette. That had been one habit he had been hard pressed to stop, and he sighed even as he place the stick in his mouth, allowing the smoke to fill the air.
"Bbzzt. Ro-to-m"
"Hm?" He asked, putting the silver lighter away. His eyes turned to the Rotom, interest quickly taking over. The pokemon began floating closer to a bush, and Julius was quick to follow. The bush was full of thorns, and Julius had some trouble getting over it. When he finally managed to (not without a bit of scratches around his pants, for sure), he found himself facing the back of a spoink that seemed to be busy irritating a goldeen.
"How disappointing," he mused out loud, just before his eyes landed on a peculiar looking woman. A smile tugged at his lips, and the glint returned to his eyes.
"Or not?" He said, quick to make eye contact and approach the girl ahead of him. "Beautiful lady, if I may know your name?"
A dazzling smile added to that, and it was done- hook, line, and...
Owwww, hey, hey! Suddenly there's an impact against his belly that sends him tumbling backwards with a squeal. When he turns around, its to find a human staring him down (and with another just behind her). What's the big idea? He's just having a bit of fun here, there's no reason to attack him! He can't let such actions go unavenged.
spoink is hit by pound! spoink uses astonish on froakie!
The gray pig is adequately distracted by a sudden impact that can only bring the Goldeen satisfaction. Good, a taste of his own medicine! He considers escaping unnoticed while everybody's distracted. But the temptation to stay and watch to see how everything plays out is too great to resist. And so, he stays, keeping close to the surface of the water as he watches the events unfold.
Post by andrea warren on May 15, 2015 22:20:03 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
"Yes!"
Pumping her fist in celebration at her first official hit battle-wise, the girl kept her gaze trained on the battle despite her infectious excitement. Froakie appeared to be relishing his victory as well, a smug grin forming onto its features as it landed its hit. That cockiness was instantly wiped away as a shout of immense volume left it temporarily dazed and grunting in pain. Even Andrea blinked in surprise, having never witnessed a move such as that one before.
"Get your head in the game, Java," she urged.
Her verbal pep talk was responded to fairly quickly, with the water-type shaking its head and glaring at the psychic-type with renewed malice.
"Use - um - use Bubble on it!"
Froakie immediately puffed itself up, inhaling deeply before exhaling out an adequate amount of bubbles that gleamed and shimmered prettily as they shot toward the Spoink. Andrea spared the Goldeen a glance, fairly surprised when she noticed that it had remained to observe the event. A cackle slipped past her lips as the female realized it wanted to witness the Spoink's good karma plummet.
"Lovin' the attitude. Guess I'll be the one givin' ya a show."
Digging into her pocket, she retrieved her Pokedex, impatient as it scanned and produced information about the pair of wild Pokemon. It was at that particular moment of distraction that a male's voice came out of fucking no where.
"Dude!"
She nearly dropped her Pokedex, and sighed in relief when she maintained her grasp on the valuable item.
"Seriously?" She breathed, swiping at her brow with a hand before eyeing the stranger. "I suggest ya quit while yer ahead, guy. Nice game, but I don't swing in your general direction, if ya get what I'm sayin'."
Andrea turned away after a brief pause, pursing her lips as she eyed the Goldeen with a fresh show of curiosity. Taking advantage of its distracted state, she approached the water-type to slowly kneel before it, her movements carefully calculated.
"You all good, little fish dude - er, Goldeen? You're free ta chill, if ya want. Or leave. I'll take care of this shitty pig for ya. Got me?"
She then peered over her shoulder at the dueling psychic and water-type, scowling firmly as she observed her Pokemon's movements closely.
-- FROAKIE IS HIT BY ASTONISHMENT
-- FROAKIE USED BUBBLE ON SPOINK
-- ANDREA WARREN SCANS GOLDEEN AND SPOINK WITH POKEDEX
Post by Julius Kingston on May 16, 2015 5:27:09 GMT
Sinker? Or not. The girl had an attitude that did not fail to do her hair-do justice, and she didn't seem to keen on beating around the bush either. Julius was hit with a wave of fresh air at her attitude, but also at the same time intrigued. It wasn't per se your usual encounter, which could make it interesting. He stared on as she fumbled with her pokedex, and then was taken aback by her response.
Well that was...blunt?
Julius immediately thought of a counter and opened his mouth -which had its corners still curved into a smile- to respond in kind but then she practically turned on her heel to give more attention to fish than him. He felt, quite plainly, rejected.
Rolling his eyes at her attempt to befriend the wild pokemon, Julius hollered after her, a sarcastic drawl replacing his usually flirtatious facade he put up for girls. For girls that swung his way, anyway.
"Wow, gee, pleasure to meet you as well."
He then noticed the spoink standing closer to him and how the pokemon was getting attack by a froakie. Julius hopped out of the way of the pokemon battle and then attempted to catch the strange girl's eyes again. He gestured with his chin at the spoink and then gestured behind him, where his Rotom was dilligently buzzing as usual.
Whaat, more? This isn't fair! Can't he just have a little fun without getting knocked down for it? He fails to dodge the Bubble, but he's not out yet. He can't just stand by and let this trainer spoil his day!
spoink is hit by bubble! spoink uses splash on froakie!
The nice trainer is... Well, it's hard to make out everything through the surface of the water, but it sounds like she's definitely got his back. Leave, though? No way, he's enjoying watching the events play out. In fact, while the Spoink is distracted and within reach, he's going to exact his own revenge.
Post by andrea warren on May 16, 2015 23:48:14 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Andrea guffawed at her good fortune. Everything was working out in her favor. A willing Goldeen to her left, whom found actions ultimately favorable and stuck around to witness her pure show of awesome. A fellow Pokemon trainer to her right that readily offered his assistance. And a hyped Froakie whom chortled at the Spoink's useless display of anger.
"It's over for ya, pig."
The woman's gaze slid away from the splashing Pokemon to the wild water-type. A thought crossed her mind at that very moment.
"Froakie!"
Her Pokemon quickly sobered, listening intently for his mistress's commands.
"Force it near the water with Pound! We gotta let Goldeen have his fun," she drawled, shifting to leave an appropriate amount of room for the Pokemon to do so.
Froakie rushed to obey, its paw gleaming as it moved to both harm and shove the psychic-type toward the waters.
"You wanna help, my man, then you'll help my Pokemon out. Ya can capture the pig if you wanna once it's down and out. I got no interest in it."
The girl again seemed to ignore him in favor of the battle, and Julius switched instantly from flirtatious to observant. She was a good battler, but definitely a bit chirpy and annoying. And cute, too, sexuality aside. He watched the froakie maneuver, completely in synch with the commands.
She then told him he could help, and he smiled. "Nothing I wouldn't do for a nameless stranger," he said, sarcastically pointing out yet again that she still hadn't introduced herself to him. But then again, neither had he.
He looked over his shoulder and beckoned his Rotom, Zero, closer. The pokemon floating, buzzing awkwardly as Julius watched the fight go on. The rotom hovered over the water, seconds before Julius gave his command and seconds after the spoink fell into the water.
"Don't worry, I don't really care for capturing either. Zero, use discharge."
The rotom buzzed loudly and sparks hit the water. Goodbye, sweet pokemon. Well day one was going pretty good. He helped a lady out and possibly trained his pokemon. Not too much done but not too much lost, either.
The pound knocks the poor, victimized (or, so he'll claim) Spoink further backward, and he calls out in shock when suddenly there's a peck from behind, too! It's not fair, it's not fair. This is what he gets for having a little bit of fun? The gray Pokemon stumbles over and blacks out.
spoink is hit by pound! spoink is hit by peck! spoink has fainted! capture?
Oooh, it feels great to finally land a hit on that obnoxious pig. He lets out a little chirp of victory -- or is it surprise? He realizes far too late that there's a wave of electricity heading right for him. Wait, what's this for? He hasn't done anything! There's no avoiding it in the water, so he just takes it as best he can. The Goldeen thinks it must be by some grace from Arceus that he's still awake after the hit fizzles out and dissipates.
goldeen is hit by discharge! goldeen doesn't like julius. goldeen uses supersonic on julius!
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
It takes several seconds too late for Andrea to realize what the male intended to do.
"No. No. No!"
She shrieked as she reached for the water containing the Goldeen. Just as her fingertips skimmed the pool she was greeted by a current of electricity that flowed throughout her lean form. Shaking violently as minor electrical burns dotted her flesh, the female fell backward, a pained squeal escaping from her parted lips. Froakie stood idle, mouth agape as he observed as his mistress was unintentionally felled by the Rotom's power.
"Froakie!"
Approaching his gasping mistress, the frog released a small noise of worry as it pawed at her face. Andrea responded eventually, hair a terrible mess as she released a gasp. A strained growl followed as the female clumsily pushed herself into a sitting position. Her arms were numb, and she scowled deeply, raising the quivering limbs to examine. Electric-type damage was a common mishap, and it could be easily mended with an antibiotic cream. Andrea exhaled as she silently observed the Goldeen turn against the male and visibly struggled to collect her thoughts.
"B-bag," she grunted.
With some difficulty, she retrieved two capsules. Her initial plan had been abandoned. She'd take the pair of wild Pokemon along with her. If she was going to suffer this shit she deserved it. And there was no fucking way she'd allow the male to fuck up and turn against the rightfully offended water-type. The capsule was tossed toward the fainted Spoink first. She then scooted herself in between the Rotom and Goldeen, facing the obviously injured creature. A comforting smile formed.
"Ain't gonna let you get anymore hurt, fella. I got ya. I'll get ya fixed up. 'kay?"
Froakie turned toward the male trainer, barking out its own name in a threatening manner. Andrea pointed the capsule toward the Goldeen and tossed it toward its semi-submerged body.
"I need ya ta trust me. Ain't leavin' ya ta get completely wrecked, little fish dude."
Post by Julius Kingston on May 20, 2015 2:28:47 GMT
The girl let out a squeal and Julius immediately knew something of the sort was wrong. She looked like she was mortified at the thought of her own pokemon fainting, or even a wild pokemon fainting. Wasn't that counter productive if she was a trainer? Yet again Julius failed to understand sentiments that were so logically flawed it made his head hurt. The girl screaming just forced his eyes to roll as he stared at her, but then she did the unthinkable.
She reached out to touch the water. The shit?
She started spazzing and Julius was screaming along with her. "What the hell is wrong with you! ZERO GODDAMNIT!" The rotom buzzed, and the shock disappeared, and the girl practically fell to the ground. She was crawling to her bag, but Julius was already on the floor looking at her half in awe and half in rage.
"Are you fucking insane?" God, cursing was so not his style- it lacked class. But whatever. This was serious. The girl could have died. She then proceeds to freaking throw a pokeball at the goldeen instead of caring for herself. Self sacrificing bullshit. He was probably being hypocritical (he'd nearly died last time he got in a brawl with some thug stealing someone's purse), but he wasn't going to let that happen.
"HEY!" he shouted, and without even thinking his hands went to the girl's shoulders, shaking her like a leaf in autumn. "Are you okay?"
This trainer is crazy! She's got to be, diving in like that, taking the electrical shock and still be kicking like she is. Trust her? After a show like that, there's no way she's passing this human up. He owes her one, doesn't he? And besides, life around here is a bit dull anyway.
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Andrea released a whine, arms crossed as she held herself and bared her teeth against the fresh agony. Java moved to retrieve the Spoink's capsule, approaching his injured mistress warily as she remained uncharacteristically still. Something was wrong and he could detect the subtle shivers that coursed throughout her petite shape. He released a small noise of surprise as the human male lunged forward to tend to her. He had shouted out a question laced with obvious concern.
"..."
As soon as the mysterious male was set at a close proximity, with his hands coming to rest on her thin shoulders, she slowly raised her gaze. From her messy locks blazing blues were revealed, a terrible anger clear as day as they radiated with absolute intensity. Her grip on the now occupied Pokeball tightened considerably.
"YOU ABSOLUTE FUCK! THAT HURT!"
She threw her fist toward his face - and what followed was naught more than a flurry of violence and the blossoming of a friendship.