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Post by NOAH WYSS on Jun 5, 2015 7:03:16 GMT
she pushes when he does. when he glares at her with those blues eyes she snarls right back, basking her canines in the light while standing her ground. it’s a clash of personalities at its finest. for a new start in a region he has never been to the idea of a free starter seemed grand, especially with the situation of leaving his other pokemon behind at home. but now that the thing was in his possession and she had revealed to be far too much for him to handle he has begun to wonder if there’s a return policy on starters. if he could walk right back into the lab and ask for something else; anything really.
but surely if he tried he wouldn’t hear the end of it from evan.
shes found her way out of her cage again, tampered with the technology from within in a way noah will never understand; and instead of chasing her down he has simply stopped. instead he watches the canine chase a few things in the grass, bite at a pesky root protruding from the ground and play a game that consists of her walking close to him before darting away. shes gotten brave enough to come within five feet of him. “don’t you fucking dare.” he shouts, watching the poochyena eye something in the distance with a look that screams her need to chase. she doesn’t look at him, only leaves her gaze steady and her shoulders ridged.
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Post by Basil Sarvis on Jun 5, 2015 7:05:28 GMT
He had heard plenty of stories about trainers having all kinds of issues with their Pokemon. They were either not the type of Pokemon they wanted, not the exact species of Pokemon they wanted or the Pokemon’s personality didn’t mesh well with theirs. For Basil, none of those complaints applied to him. However, Scar, his Gliscor, still worried him some. The evolution took place so quickly and unexpectedly; hell, Basil didn’t have any time to even adjust to the new transformation. He knew what the basics of evolution were but he had never witnessed it himself. He thought Scar was going to be a handful when he was just a Gligar. Now, the beast was eight feet tall and one hundred sixty pounds of giant killer bat. Yeah, Basil was going to need all of the luck he could get with this one. Then again, it wasn’t like Scar was all bad … However, the one thing that he had the habit of doing was going somewhere without first telling Basil. Now, Basil was wandering around, trying to find the big, purple Sinnoh Pokemon. He spotted a trainer and their rowdy Poochyena a few meters away; the two looked like they were having some kind of disagreement. “Excuse me,” Basil started, speaking to the similarly aged male. “Have you seen a Gliscor around here lately with a black, ripped-up scarf around his neck and scars all over his body?” That was one hell of a description for a Pokemon. “Sorry, I’m just looking for him since well … yeah.”NOAH WYSS |
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Post by NOAH WYSS on Jun 7, 2015 22:31:08 GMT
[attr="class","zv1"]  [attr="class","zv2"] [attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. she stands tall, happy, albeit a little bored -- and noah can tell all of this from her stance; still yet distracted. the canine hasn’t looked away from something too far for noah to see, and no matter how focused he is on the same location nothing comes to view. and, in fear of moving his eyes, noah keeps watch -- glaring at the beast on occasion -- in order to catch her in the act before she can take off on him. it still hasn’t been long enough to say there has been progress, because what little there is comes few and far between for it to even be notable. or, when it is, she takes ten steps back on an far off excursion that what was done yesterday means nothing to noah. his arms are crossed, pressed together in a way that his fingers tap the forearm of the other whenever the poochyena moves a little forward or back. she’s playing games with him, games he’s in no mood to play, and he knows she can pick up on his attitude whenever she gets close. he notices a figure in his periphery, say nothing nor looks any longer in its direction until there’s a voice -- “ mmm,” he doesn’t want to look away from his poochyena, believes that if he does she’ll be gone by the time he looks back, but at this point there’s no choice. his eyes leave the canine, turn and stare at the man near him as his brow raises slightly at the description given. “ that’s a hell of a description. to think one of what, two? colored people in the region could lose something like that -- you both would stick out without even trying.” he pauses for a moment, glancing back to the pokemon in the distance, staring as her attention seemed to shift to them. “ but, no. i haven’t seen anything like that… though, maybe that’s what that dog has been staring at.” the latter is more a thought said aloud -- and if it was he thinks he would have seen something described like that from where he stood. [attr="class","zv3"]lvl 5 poochyena, dark (run away)
tackle -- howl -- play rough
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