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Post by infinitelyjen on Nov 11, 2010 7:03:02 GMT -5
"POLI!" Whoosh! Shit!
Thus was Gwen's first thought after coming to.
THE FUCK AM I DOING IN A BLANKET?!
Thus was her second.
Gwen didn't have the whole "I-passed-out-and-almost-killed-myself-and-now-I-can't-remember-what-happened" problem. No. She remembered passing out in midair from the second she woke up. The problem was that she was swaddled in a blanket like an effing Caterpie, with a pokébattle raging above her head--that water gun had shot right above her. She had been expecting to wake up in a tree or crumpled on the ground somewhere. Not. In the middle. Of a battle.
More attacks were being fired, and Gwen panicked. She rolled to the edge of the clearing as fast as she could, before she caught caught in the crossfire. She had to bite her lip so hard it almost bled--that had hurt. A lot. She'd probably cracked a rib or two when she hit the ground. That, and it made her dizzy--she'd probably lost a lot of blood, too.
They hadn't noticed her. Good. Gwen watched the battle with a mixture of terror and curiosity. It was a boy, in his late teen from the looks of him, fighting against a little Mexican chick. And she had a--a purple Primape? Not that Gwen hadn't seen stranger, but still...
The boy seemed to be in the defensive. "She can't capture you. A Pokéball won't work because you already belong to me," he called out to his Charizard--the Charizard, she realized, she had seen just before she passed out. Ah. So that brought her to two conclusions: the boy was //definitely// in the defensive, and he was probably the one who had found her.
She doubted that he was a Rocket member, or someone that would recognize her and turn her in. If he was, and they were just resting for the night, she would be tied down, or in a net, or something. But she did worry about how he found her. Did he see her come shooting out of the sky? If he found her laying on the ground, was it as a human or as a Swellow? Did he see her transform? Usually she didn't transform after falling asleep, but the shock to her body after crashing probably triggered the transformation. And for the obvious reasons, she didn't really want anyone to know about her power, so if she had transformed after he found her...
Gwen shook the blanket off and shakily stood to her feet. The boy had more or less taken down the Primape--though his Pikachu hit is own Poliwrath with a thunderbolt, which Gwen found somewhat hilarious. The girl didn't seem to be posing too much of a threat.
What to do now? Gwen was far too weak to run or transform--even standing had taken energy. She still had her backpack, though. Without making a peep, she called out her Espeon and Umbreon, one at each of her sides. The first thing they saw was the battle. Be ready? Espeon asked her telepathically. Gwen placed a hand on her back for support, and nodded.
Be ready. I have no idea what to expect, who these people are...I woke up all of three minutes ago, to this madness.
Fly out of here. This could end badly for us.
No...no, I'm curious. I want to see how this plays out. And I need to know if this guy's seen me transform or not. Let's wait.
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Post by Quouar on Nov 11, 2010 11:35:56 GMT -5
Dora stamped her feet in rage as the charizard soared into the air. "No! Bad dragon! You come back here en este momento!" She stared up at it, honestly expecting it to come down. But happily, a sopping wet primeape stumbled past her. "BOOOOOOOTS," It growled before running at the poliwrath again. "Estúpido mono," Dora grumbled, tossing out another pokemon. "Backpack, Backpack!" She sang as a confused ditto entered the brawl. "Ejecutar plan de cuarenta y dos!" Backpack didn't respond, but that wasn't the point. If anything, that was the plan. "Now go for it, Swiper," Dora murmured under her breath while she looked for a place to hide.
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Post by Hammer on Nov 11, 2010 12:09:33 GMT -5
I cannot possibly tell you how nice it was to see that purple monstrosity go back into its Pokéball. I looked before me to see some sort of Ferret Pokémon standing there. I opened up my Pokédex. "Furret -- Furret has a very slim build. When under attack, it can slickly squirm through narrow spaces and get away. In spite of its short limbs, this Pokémon is very nimble and fleet." So, it was a normal type... I also saw a Ditto in the near vicinity, but that thing was useless until it transformed anyways. I now had a decision to make... Without wasting much time, I chose my path. I turned to RC, "Your turn." "Haunta Haunta!" he responded, floating towards the Pokémon. "RC, use Hypnosis!" I said. "Haunta!"
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Post by Quouar on Nov 11, 2010 12:25:47 GMT -5
Backpack swayed back and forth as it stared at the haunter. Slowly, it transformed, mimicking the ghost's appearance. Very slowly, it began to mimic the haunter's move, using hypnosis right back at the haunter.
Swiper darted around behind the trainer, hiding as best it could.
"Aha!" Dora said, and darted over to the blanket, throwing it over herself. "Buscar ahora!"
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Post by Hammer on Nov 11, 2010 17:37:58 GMT -5
A very interesting move occurred here. You see, the Furret went hiding, and then the Ditto transformed into a Haunter. RC was slowly losing consciousness, but that was no big deal. "Sparky! Use Thunder on that Ditto!" "Pi----- ka------- CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Good. "Now, Hammer! Give that Furret a whomp. Bone-merang attack!" "Ma-ro-WAK!" Hammer replied, launching his bone at the Furret, or rather at the blanket.
Wait a minute... that's my blanket! I suddenly realized. Where did that girl get to? I could have sworn that I saw her laying there when the battle started...
I looked around for a second, spotting her relatively quickly. She was standing ready with two Pokémon at her sides. Well, she was kinda standing; it looked like she was still in a great deal of pain. I sighed. She was going to be a tough cookie, and didn't look very trusting.
I nodded to her before turning back to the battle. I had some business to finish first. She wasn't going to get very far in her current condition anyways.
((It's REALLY weird using the nickname "Hammer" when referring to someone else...))
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Post by infinitelyjen on Nov 11, 2010 21:02:14 GMT -5
It's a bad idea. A BAD idea.
Oh, I know. But we're still going to do it, aren't we?
...Yeah. They were.
It was probably really stupid to intervene. Very, very stupid. But Gwen didn't like seeing that guys getting attacked--the girl wanted to kill him and steal his pokémon? It didn't seem like she was close to winning, and he'd probably fare just fine on his own...but why risk it?
Of course, he could reward her by revealing that he knew who she was, and by turning her in. But her gut instinct told her otherwise. Her gut instinct told her that helping him was not only right, but something she needed to do.
They still hadn't noticed her. At least, the girl hadn't. Just as she thought that, the boy looked over in her direction and nodded. Crap. Well, at least he hadn't paid her any mind, which only reassured her plan. And she could still take the girl by surprise... The Furret was circling around behind the boy, probably about to attack from behind. Perfect.
Gwen gave Espeon a look, that was all she needed to understand. The Espeon closed her eyes, concentrated, and finished the move. She nodded at her trainer, ready. Umbreon nudged Gwen's hand, left out of the mental conversation, but still understood what was about to happen.
"Psybeam! Hyper Beam!"
((Janekke, I didn't want to just take control of the Furret, but would it be okay if it dodges one attack but the other hits it?))
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Post by Quouar on Nov 12, 2010 7:55:57 GMT -5
((That's absolutely okay, Jen. Feel free to go ahead and say if something hits it, just as long as not everything hits it. Goes for you too, Freddie.))
Swiper was fast, slicing his body to one side and avoiding the psybeam. Unfortunately, Swiper was also pretty stupid, which is generally not a good thing to be when one can move so quickly. The hyperbeam hit Swiper dead-on, knocking him backwards.
Backpack was doing okay, though, just sitting there swaying in mid-air. Actually, it was probably supposed to be doing more than that, but the out-of-control ditto seemed hell-bent on just hypnotising everything it could find. It barely felt as the thunder hit it.
A bone hit Dora in the head. She froze under the blanket, a bit stunned that anyone found her first of all, and annoyed that they hurt her. Then she burst into tears. "Eso duele!" She screamed, storming over to the other trainer and completely ignoring the pokemon around her. "You're funesto!"
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Post by Hammer on Nov 12, 2010 8:02:13 GMT -5
“Psybeam! Hyper Beam!” I spun around. What?? I was just in time to see the Furret (which had somehow ended up behind me) dodge one attack only to get nailed by the other. Unfortunately, this left the first attack unfinished, and heading straight towards me. Son of a gun! I thought to myself. Blaze roared above me, but there was nothing that he could do now. It was too late; I had to do it. In one swift motion, I yanked the mitt out of the side pocket in my backpack. I got it on my right hand with just enough time to catch the stray beam. The shock threw me high in the air. I landed clean on my tail, sliding back ten feet or so in the process. I quickly put the mitt back in my bag as soon as I hit the ground. I could only hope that the blinding light of the attack prevented the other two from seeing what had actually happened, but I seriously doubted that possibility. None of my Pokémon were too surprised; I had used the glove to train them and make them stronger. No one else knew about it, though. The mitt had never absorbed an attack that strong. Sparky's Thunderbolt was bad enough, but that beam was outrageous. I'd be hurting a little for the next few days... Well, we'll see how that goes... I slowly stood to my feet. Blaze landed behind me, catching me just as I began to wobble. I looked up, “Thanks, buddy.” I turned back to face the battle. My knees were still wobbling like a Bellsprout's, but I had no choice. I had to stay up, stay fighting...
I looked up to see the other trainer briskly walking towards me. Simply put, she was pissed. I felt Blaze tense up slightly as she came nearer. He roared ferociously when she got within 20 feet of us. You see, I've spent my entire life with all of these Pokémon. Each one of them has a small part of my personality. Sparky is generally happy and silly. Blaze has fierce determination. Lefty is the brains of the operation. Hammer is the more athletic side of me; he likes throwing and hitting stuff... a lot. Slash is the no-nonsense part of me. And RC is the part of me that stays cool, collected, and confident despite my surroundings. This is, however, one single trait that all of my Pokémon share; they will all severely mess you up if you mess with one of their friends. That being said, the seven of us are a team. And I knew that I wasn't in very good shape at the moment. Blaze knew this, and heck, I'd be willing to bet that even Lefty and Slash knew it. If that girl didn't stop soon, Blaze might just roast her. I looked at her warily. "You don't want to get any closer. He's defensive of me. He'll roast you like an over-cooked Thanksgiving turkey. Please. For the sake of your life, don't come any closer." RC and Sparky were both getting a little light-headed from that Ditto's Hypnosis attack. Hammer saw this, and elected to whip his bone at the culprit. He then ran over to Sparky and swatted him right in the butt. Sparky exclaimed "PIKA!!!" before turning around to see Hammer. Well, that was a rude wake-up call. I smirked as I thought Heck! They don't even need my help to battle. They're good by themselves. I started to nod, but Blaze gently kneed me in the back. I winced. "Thanks." I said with borderline sarcasm. He knew that I meant it, though; I was thankful.... and awake.
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Post by Quouar on Nov 12, 2010 10:21:56 GMT -5
"It's only a dragon," Dora laughed, pointing at Blaze. "And I know it has a llama fetiche ((<that is the best thing Google translator has spit out yet)), but it won't hurt me. That would be even meaner." Diego, upon realising he was no longer in danger of being slaughtered by something, sat up and stared around. Backpack kept swaying, absolutely oblivious to everything.
"I want you to say lo siento, hombre entrenador estúpido. And I want you to give a hug to everyone who got hurt. And you will do it a ver. ¿Entendido? Good."
Dora had a frowny face. This was very serious business.
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Post by Hammer on Nov 12, 2010 14:19:00 GMT -5
I just stood there, dumbfounded. What in the Hell was she talking about? It's only a dragon? What? I looked up at Blaze; he was completely unaffected. He didn't give a crap what she had to say. He had one job, and he was going to do his job. Then, it finally occurred to me what she wanted... "Wait... You want me to say that I'm sorry?" This was outrageous! I felt the adrenaline hit me. I stood up strong; I didn't have long. Like I said you do not mess with my friends. I continued, not waiting for a response. "So, let me get this straight. You came in here, saw a sleeping trainer with a semi-sleeping Haunter, and chose to attack said trainer with no real reasoning behind it." I took a shaky step towards her. "And I, I have attacked to to protect my friends, MY friends. You came in here and tried to kill me and MY friends, and I'M supposed to be sorry? WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!" I turned to Blaze, "Use Fly on that damn Ditto." I could see him questioning my ability to stand up, but he saw the smolder in my eye. "Sparky! Thunderbolt that Furret!" I launched a Pokéball high in the air. This was not cool, and I was not pleased.
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Post by Quouar on Nov 12, 2010 15:08:32 GMT -5
"Friends?" Dora snorted. "You think of these animals as your friends? That's just ridículo. If they were really your amigos, you wouldn't keep them in an itty bitty dimensión alternativa in a ball on your belt where, if you were to, I dunno, UNA GOTA, it would be trapped there in a mini-hell forever. You abducted your 'amigos' from their happy forestales de origen or marino or torre espeluznante de la muerte, and now you make them fight for dinero or diversión or I don't know what. I seriously getting beaten up by Boots was that swirly swishy thing's first choice of lo divertido for the day, but there he is. I don't think a real friend would sit there and let his other amigos get beaten up like that. I mean, they certainly don't like when I do this." Dora flicked the trainer's nose. "See? Hypocrity." She took a big breath. "So si, I do want you to decir que lo sientes. After all, I didn't hit you with a big bone. You told the stupid dog thing to hit me, so say sorry!" Dora crossed her arms across her chest and glared.
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Post by Hammer on Nov 12, 2010 15:53:23 GMT -5
I shook my head. "First off, most of my Pokémon actually spend their lives outside of their Pokéballs. And, if they want to come out, then they do." At this point, the Pokéball that I'd previously launched in the air landed, and Slash came out. "And secondly, I never actually caught any of these Pokémon; they chose to be my Pokémon after I cared for them. Also, you might want to note that we only fight when attacked." I didn't mention that we killed Rockets, too. She didn't need to know that. "Also, I've taken many an attack to save my Pokémon. I would die for them, and they know that." At this point, Lefty came out. He was tired and hurting, but he had a point to make. "Lefty, you need to rest." "Poli polipolipolipolpolpoliWRATH!" I chucked, "See? He wanted to come out, so he did." I paused for a second, "And, as for you, you were not my intended target. I thought that the Furret was under that blanket. So, I am sorry that the bone hit you. However, I daresay that that's what you get for going and hiding. I am merely protecting my friends and my home. I don't want to fight you, but I will for the sake of my home."
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Post by Quouar on Nov 14, 2010 17:15:51 GMT -5
"THIS is where you live?" Dora burst out laughing. "You live in a forest with your enslaved forest buddies? 'Cause they are enslaved. If they weren't, why did you need the pokeballs? Just set them free. Then you'll see how friendly they are." Dora's pokemon retreated into their pokeballs. "And if I hide, then I don't hafta give you money if I lose. So, I accept tus disculpas. Let's be amigos."
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Post by Hammer on Nov 14, 2010 17:34:30 GMT -5
I was getting perturbed, but I thought that it would be best to just leave it be. "Yes. I live here. I have for nearly a decade now. I don't interact often with other humans, with is why I'm so defensive over my Pokémon. They are my friends." I paused, swaying a little. Blaze put a large claw on my shoulder. I looked up, "Thanks. The adrenaline has stopped, and so have my legs." I remarked, chuckling. I turned back to her, "And, for the record, I keep these Pokéballs for two reasons. Firstly, it prevents other trainers from catching them and taking them away. And secondly, it will allow me to go back to the city if I ever wish or need to do so." I glanced back at Blaze. "Not many people would be thrilled to see this guy walking down the street. And he," I pointed to RC, "he tends to get mischievous." "Haunta!" RC protested, planting a lick right on my cheek. "Oh, stop it." I said, giggling a little. I started wiping off the slobber, "See? Point proven." I stuck my tongue out at RC, who retaliated with a funny face. Slash, upon seeing that there was no longer any danger, placed himself back in his Pokéball. "As for Slash... he actually prefers it in a Pokéball." I shrugged, "I don't know why, but he does..." "I guess I should introduce myself. I am Ashe Hamroe. And with me are Blaze. Sparky, Hammer, RC, and Lefty. Slash is in his Pokéball." I pointed to each in turn. "I'd walk over to you, but that psybeam beat the crap out of me." I chastised myself silently for bringing that up. Bad idea...
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Post by Quouar on Nov 14, 2010 18:21:43 GMT -5
Dora turned around and stared at the girl who had psybeamed Ashe. "Hola!" She called out. "Will you be mi amiga too?"
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