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Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 4, 2015 8:45:14 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
After the realization that Dewford did not have starbucks, and the hurried trip back to Rustboro, Julius wad more determined than ever to reach Slateport. THe name brought a familiar conversation back to his mind, the one where he was talking to Cass. It felt like decades ago. He wondered idly why she had stopped receiving his calls before trying to keep the thought away. He could deal without Rory right now, especially now that he had found out something he was reluctant to even tell Andrea.
If that man really was the leader of Aqua, he was dangerous. But if it was so easy to provoke him, if it was that easy to mess around with the tides of war...no. He wouldn't harm Cassandra. That would just be bringing a bystander into a whole new mess. He didn't even realize that thinking about Cassandra (Cassie, his mind kept whispering) had made him clutch Hachi so severely that the pup seemed to whine in pain.
Julius jumped back in shock and dropped the growlithe on accident. The pup easily rolled over on the floor, and Julius breathed in relief when he realized that the pokemon wasn't whining because of him but rather because it had smelled something fishy.
Oh wait.
"Tch..." Julius walked forward, cautiously peering into the tall grass, trying to see what Hachi was barking at. Just in case, he threw out his clauncher, Cinque, which was far more experienced than Hachi. The clauncher protectively waddled closer than the growlithe.
Literally everyone had fallen for the adorableness that was the newly hatched member of the group, Hachi. Julius included.
she waddled down the path, releasing a small tune along the way. the pokemon had a terrible voice, yes. but, she found the utmost enjoyment in the simple song. her tail feathers waggled along with the beat, and she preformed a little hip-hop even.
"mur! murkrow!"
the flying-type happened upon the odd sight of a human, a water-type, and the cutest furry fluffy red thing.
"mur!"
delighting in the sight of the pup, the dark-type waddled up to examine the cute creature - pausing only to blink at the clauncher.
a wild murkrow has appeared! the wild murkrow is staring at clauncher!
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 4, 2015 10:54:09 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
Julius stared on in shock as the growlithe seemed to have pinpointed a Murkrow, a pokemon that was supposed to be increasingly rare and a sign of bad luck. An idiotic superstition, no doubt, but perhaps something that had once took root from truth. Hachi stared at Murkrow, the Murkrow stared at Cinque, and Julius looked on at them all.
No one had the slightest idea of what to do, except for, it seemed, Hachi. The growlithe bypassed the clauncher from the right and jumped towards the murkrow, excitedly pawing and panting with its tongue out, rolling over in the mud and sniffing at the strange new creature.
Clauncher, who had tensed up incredibly at the sudden movement from the growlithe's side, did not understand. Cinque had assumed he would have to attack the Murkrow, as dangerous as it may have looked, and also assumed it would attack Hachi. But right now Hachi wanted to play with it, and Cinque could't attack (as terrible as his aim already was, the risk was far too great).
Julius, meanwhile, drowned in the high quality levels of cute that his pokemon was displaying.
The clauncher shook his head disdainfully at his trainer and continued watching the growlithe and the murkrow. Julius finally seemed to make up his mind, and he quickly removed a pokeball from his bag and threw it, hoping that the murkrow would be distracted enough for this technique to work. He waited for the pokemon to attack first.
cinque- clauncher- lvl 15 on standby julius used pokeball [-1 pokeball, 70% chance] [4 pokeballs remaining]
the murkrow caught it in her beak at first. the round thing was awfully cute. she loved cute things. and the pup was especially a delight. maybe it would want to play with it.
"mur," she muttered, her caw muffled.
she attempted to turn toward the pup, but her tongue wiggled and pressed against the trigger mechanism.
"mur?"
wrapped in an unfamiliar warmth, the pokemon was sucked in. the capsule bobbed and quivered violently on the ground before suddenly going still.
trainer julius has successfully captured a wild murkrow!
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 8, 2015 12:45:19 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
He lifted the pokeball and took it in his hand, looked it over briefly as if inspecting for faults, and then quietly tucked it into his pocket. The bird seemed like an interesting creature, and he held no animosity towards it since it did not seem to want to harm Hachi. As long as his Hachi was okay, he was okay.
He bent down and ruffled the fur of the growlithe in question, who proceeded to yipp at his trainer playfully and make his tail dance in a childish fashion. Julius laughed and shook his head, gesturing at Cinque to follow along. The clauncher happily agreed, clapping its forearms peeling its eyes open for any threats.
Julius as well kept wary, while the gorlwithe remained completely and blissfully ignorant.
cinque- clauncher- lvl 15 on standby
looking for another pokemon! [4 pokeballs remaining]
the pokemon that followed was an odd sight. he actually appeared to be focused on the ground as he wandered by, occasionally nibbling at the selection of dry green bits that tickled his pink nose. he didn't appear to be interested in the human at all, merely sniffing around the small group gathered. he even gave the little growlithe a curious sniff, nudging at the puppy a bit before continuing to peer about.
"giraf..."
he would find what he was looking for soon enough - hopefully.
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 18, 2015 13:17:52 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
The next pokemon to appear was a girafarig- calm, subtle and yet most definitely strange. Julius stopped in his tracks, looking awkwardly at Cinque, who did not know how to to proceed, either. The growlithe was sniffed by the pokemon, and hyper little pup immediately reacted by bopping the pink section of the nose with a curious paw.
Julius groaned. "Hachi, what if you make it angry? Step back." The growlithe lowered his head in shame for a grand total of two seconds before running through the grass, frolicking to get behind Julius's legs. How something could be so cute, Julius was unsure.
"Alright, Girafarig. No harm meant, but, you wouldn't mind a battle, would you?"
Cinque smirked, and readied his good claw. "Blast away," Julius said, looking down at his leg to find Hachi watching the battle curiously.
"Don't get involved, alright, Hachi?" Julius said, smiling down at his pup. The growlithe merely smiled back at him, not saying yes but not exactly saying no.
cinque- clauncher- lvl 15 uses water gun x2 on the giraffe
the psychic-type snorted in response, offering his consent to the challenge after a moment of consideration. the male found no issue in responding to the human. distancing himself somewhat as the water gun was shot off quickly, he managed to dodge one, but the other collided with his flank. both his tail and actual face reflected the burst of pain he felt as it made contact. he focused on the water-type, releasing a confusion as he attempted to bewilder the creature.
the wild girafarig dodged water gun! the wild girafarig was hit by water gun! the wild girafarig used confusion!
Post by Julius Kingston on Jul 21, 2015 3:27:37 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
Hachi attack, and Julius was mildly impressed with the nimbleness of the wild giraffarig, how it managed to jump backwards to avoid the attack. But the second attack hit, and the girafarig seemed hurt. Julius, however, was sure it would not be such an easy battle.
The clauncher double back in pain, and Julius took two steps back at the sudden unleash of psychic energy, the horrid noise ringing in his ears. Hachi barked at the sudden flash on pain on his friend's face, and then ran forward, trying to bite at the girafarig in hopes to make it flinch.
"Hachi, no!" But it was too late, and the Clauncher was already confused thanks to the horrid psychic blast. A giant blast of water was thrown out, aimed at the opponent (somehow), but at the same opponent who Hachi was currently in the process of trying to bite.
The growlithe looked up, and for a minute Julius was sure he was gonna faint- but then the fire type ducked out of the way, and the watergun resumed its course right for the opponent.
Julius, meanwhile, stood there, on the edge of his metaphorical seat, hoping that nothing bad would come to his pokemon.
girafarig made an obvious noise of discontent. the young pokemon's attack came with a sharp sensation that caused his focus to abruptly shift and him to begin kicking about wildly. the water gun struck its determined target, and the psychic-types nostrils flared. he didn't take too kindly to facing a cheater, and released a terrible snort before he lunged toward the offending fire-type, stomping in the puppy's direction in a merciless fashion.
the wild girafarig was hit by bite! the wild girafarig was hit by water gun! the wild girafarig used stomp on growlithe!
Post by Julius Kingston on Aug 1, 2015 2:42:07 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
Finally the growlithe seemed to understand the urgency of the situation and rolled across the floor, much to the delight of his trainer and the Clauncher, who was quick to take his place in facing off against the girafarig. Hachi huddled close to Julius' leg, and the trainer was quick to adopt a defensive pose.
Cinque, on the other hand, put his good claw forward, let out something akin to a war cry, and attempted to throw a powerful burst of water all over Girafarig.
"Keep at it, and keep your distance before it gets the chance to stomp again," Julius instructed. Cinque was a hard hitter, but he needed to find a good pacing and a good shot. Right now, it was about training his team to perfection, so he needed to make sure they knew their strengths and weaknesses.
"The next side, aim for its blind spots." The Clauncher took advantage of its relatively small size, leaped over the boundary that the girafarig presented, and spun around to hit the next side of the pokemon with the same attack. Eventually, with the amount of water that was being thrown, the opponent would no doubt go down.
cinque- clauncher- lvl 15 uses water gun x2
hachi- growlithe- lvl 5 uses one dodge (1 remaining)
the spray of water that had followed stung badly, and the girafarig struggled to stay on his feet as he attempted to remain upright. releasing a few snorts as he forced himself to move, the pokemon lunged toward the water-type. his hooves proceeded to slam down once..
"...!"
he stumbled during his second attempt, realizing that he was far more injured than he thought.
the wild girafarig was hit by water gun! the wild girafarig was hit by water gun! the wild girafarig used stomp on clinque!
Post by Julius Kingston on Aug 2, 2015 14:36:03 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
Cinque made a victorious roar which sounded a little like a monkey's war cry, and Julius had to laugh. The clauncher glared back at his master, and Julius gave a shrug. It had been the first time that the water-types attacks were landing with this much accuracy; the day the duo met, Clauncher was trying to shoot wingull out of the sky to no avail.
However, the little instant they used to celebrate was cut impossibly shorter when the girafarig seemed to quickly recover from the water-based attacks and launch a quick rush at Clauncher. Cinque could not avoid the stomp, being so preoccupied. The harsh feet of the opponent kicked and crushed, and Cinque was left to try and desperately roll out of the way.
Julius cringed and Hachi barked loudly, trying to get some sway over the battle. The claucnher took the beating and came out badly bruised, but returned to Julius' side with much excitement.
"Ready for another go?"
The water type nodded quickly, and Julius smiled in return. "Vice grip, then get a watergrun from close range."
The Clauncher leaped into the air, lashing out with a large claw, trying to grab at the Girafarig's skin and hit it hard with a point-blank water gun. Julius pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, mutely impressed by his pokemon's vigor. Hachi watched with equal astoundment, hoping he, too, would one day be just as strong. The growlithe yipped happily, wagging his tail.
cinque- clauncher- lvl 15 uses vice grip! uses water gun!
the psychic-type swayed unsteadily upon his hooves, grimacing as he kicked about - wasting the remainder of his strength to properly express his frustration. once that was done, he simply collapsed. his expression revealed a completely dazed look, his body having gone limp. a pity he had never encountered his friend. but it was likely that he would show up any moment now...
the wild girafarig was hit by vice grip! the wild girafarig was hit by water gun! the wild girafarig was hit by bite! the wild girafarig has fainted!
Post by Julius Kingston on Aug 7, 2015 14:04:08 GMT
forget the rest let them know my hell there & back yet my soul ain't sell
Julius let out a sigh- finally the ordeal was done with and he could peacefully put Hachi back in his ball without the hanging fear of Cinque getting stomped over while he fumbled with his bag. The glasses wearing male quickly revealed a red and white sphere from his arsenal, and returned Hachi back to where he was supposed to be. He then did the same for Cinque, despite the water type insisting he could go further.
He was alone with his thoughts now, and he didn't so much like that idea. Instead, he removed a third pokeball, pressing on the middle button so that a white light flashed to reveal Zero, his long time companion and partner when it came to looking up at starry skies. The rotom was the same as always, a quiet, constant hum, and curious, slightly crazed eyes.
Julius gave a brief smile and raised his open palm into the air, to which the rotom responded by waving one of its makeshift limbs through the extended hand. It was the best of a brofist they could do, and definitely something Julius was okay with. The girafarig had fainted, and, not wanting to just leave it there, Julius used an empty pokeball to capture the pokemon.
He then relaxed, stretched, and continued idly walking, not as quick as he was before. Maybe he'd camp out on the route today- he sure as hell didn't feel as energized to reach Slateport.
zero- rotom- lvl 17 on standby.
used 1 pokeball on girafarig! [3 pokeballs remaining]
