Shana
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Post by Shana on Jun 16, 2007 10:03:18 GMT 10
Normal Stats:Name: Snease Level: 8 Gender: Male Personality: Snease is a wild, powerful and loyal sneasel. However, he considers himself more of an artist then he considers himself a warrior, and often spends hours on end scratching a patern into a tree. He is not interested in battling as much as he is in art, and often just walks out of a battle just to get working on designs. Attacks:Scratch Leer Taunt Quick Attack Adoptive Stats:Cost: $1100 Respect Restriction: 50 Previous Owner: Unknown
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Post by Lucky on Jun 16, 2007 11:48:10 GMT 10
[Dumb Blonde Moment. Sorry]
A sigh escaped the young boy's chaped lips, eminating his emotions. He had been so anxious to get here, a perlious journey from Vhenkil. But he'd done it and now he was here, with some of the rarest pokemon in the region. His Charmander and Poochyena looked wide-eyed at all the pokemon there, while their owner listened attentively for the sounds of the pokemon, whether they were sad, furious, or glad.
A small Sneasel graced Lucky's ears and as he turned to where he'd heard the sound, he eventually found a Sneasel. He'd read about these a lot when he was little and he knew that if Summer had been here, she would have Flipped. Oh well, he had gotten here first. He smiled at the Dark-Pokemon, then looked around for the owner, almost slapping himself in the face for that stupid mistake. After Fifthteen years of being blind, you would have thought he would have learned.
Uh, M'mam or Sir, I'd like to adopt this Sneasel! he said, making sure he wasn't yelling or whispering.
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Shana
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Post by Shana on Jun 16, 2007 12:26:06 GMT 10
The attendant noticed Lucky enter, and watched him from the desk. As he neared the Sneasel's cage, she left the desk, ringing the bell to call a new attendant to watch the desk. Moments later, she stood beside the Sneasel's cage, a pokeball and a key in hand. The sneasel had been whipping a design of a small knife onto the back wall of it's cage.
"I see you're interested in Snease here." She notioned toward the sign above it saying the price for adoption, $1100, and looked back at Lucky. She didn't expect a child to have that much. "Do you have enough for him?"
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