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Post by Core on Jun 5, 2008 2:33:16 GMT 10
Feign glanced over to Sentret when he spoke, tilting her head when he stopped-mid sentence. Why had he done that? What did he really have to say? Was something else more important to him than finishing his sentence? Feign sighed inwardly, a bit confused by this, but dismissed it as he began talking again.
Too bad she didn't understand what he was saying. 'Oh' and 'no' were never too good to have together in a sentence, but maybe she was just listening wrong. Was that possible, listening wrong? Perhaps she was simply too young to understand what her newfound friend really meant. Maybe she'd get the chance to ask him later; if she remembered. Though, knowing her, she probably wouldn't. She'd probably go about her happy little business like she usually did, oblivious to almost everything.
However, Sentret's next words did make sense. She huffed; was she that much of a baby? Was it that simple to beat her? She exhaled slowly, contemplating this. Sentret was... right. Again. She couldn't argue with that fact; he was much stronger than her. A hand absently trailed to her head as the memories of just moments ago flashed through her mind. Yep, he was right. She wouldn't argue with that. But then again, she didn't respond, either.
<I'm not sure. I'm just going wherever Rey does.> Feign pointed over her shoulder in the general direction of the boy that was somewhere behind her. She watched Sentret as he made his way to the opening in the bush, and finally let a smile fall on her face. <Have a nice walk,> she said simply, but quickly began waving as her friend disappeared into the bush.
She sighed lightly, wondering what to do now. She contemplated following Sentret into the bushes, but that would simply be rude, so she decided against it, and began heading back to Rey.
Once the little pokemon reached her trainer, the young man scooped her up with a smile on his face. "You did very well," he said, careful to avoid the scratches on her head. "I'm proud." Feign giggled lightly and patted Rey with a round hand. "Now I suppose we should get you and Smoochum healed up. Unless something else comes for us." He laughed, though, knowing that whatever was here he could fend off... Hopefully.
ooc;; Are you tired of this thread yet? One more battle(for cubone ;3) and I swear I'm done with this thread.. xD
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Post by Feather on Jun 5, 2008 10:58:46 GMT 10
The Sentret nodded. <Thank you.> Then he disappeared competely ffrom viw, his dark ringed body blending in with the shadows of the falsely named "plains". <Good luck...with training...> The voice would barely be audible to the pair at the eedge of his apth, but hopefully she knew that he wished her luck. Especially with the angered spectator in the branches above. --------
(One more--alright--and it's fine Coresy. It's not that I dislike modding it's that I wait forever in between my own posts.) High abocve in the trees of the leafy fern a pair of beady black eyes watched as the Sentet and Feign "battled". <Disgusting... Does that babe really think he's trying?> The Spearow listened with disdain as the Sentret gave advice. <Despicable. You cannot teach anyone something by not telling them what they are to do. > That was some backwards as hell advice. HSuffling along the branch the Spearow fixed the human, and his baby pokemon with a steel eyed gaze. Pitiful, what kind of fighter would someone who was cradled like that whne she lost end up being!?
Well it is up to me to bring up another warrior, not that pansy of a Sentret. That Sentret was rumored to be 3/4 insane, and 1/4 raised by a mother who was kust as bonkers as he was. In no way was that a good teacher, unless the human wanted a tree hugger of course. The Spearow spread his wings, nurmerous battlescars dotted the undersides, and many baldspots had been covered up with red feathers from his down breast. Letting out a shrill "SPEAR!", he thrust his wing back and dove from the branch, using thermals and cold updrafts, e glided to a spot about 100 feet ahead of Rey and landed, his beak pursed in an angry line.
Holding out one of his feathered appendages he shouted. <ATTENTION! HALT!> Of course to the human it was probably a threatening, unintelliglbe screech. The veteran of many easy wins, and tougher ones peered closely at the human as it continued to come closer. The sound of the ime Jr.'s giggles disgusted him, she should be training, not flirting with some random human.
Peering boldly up at the human he took a few hops forward, and pecked at Rey. <And what kind of superior laughs at his subordinates when they try and fail!? You yell! Or tell them to try again on punishment of a heavy nature! Not giggle like some egg chick.> This was directed at his ankle, and really was in no way meant to hurt him that badly at all. Otherwise, he would have leaned forward, and ddroveh is head forward like a sledge hammer.
(May I introduce SARGE!?--this post sucks..but bleh)
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Post by Core on Jun 6, 2008 9:48:30 GMT 10
ooc;; Ah, I understand. D: Perhaps I'll still try out for that trial mod spot. I'm still thinking about it.. x);; And don't worry about the post. I like Sarge. 8) Bic;;
"So, shall we continue on our dangerous trek?" Rey questioned. He looked around, quite the curious look upon his face. However, his tone wasn't at all curious. It was more relaxed, not serious in the least bit. Joking, more than anything.
Mime Jr. sat silently in her trainer's arms, and only after he was finished speaking did she look into his eyes. "Mime.. Mime." Her tone was exactly like Rey's; the same with her expression.
"Back to miming, I see," he mumbled, smiling. It wasn't that he didn't mind it, it was actually kind of cute. But when that was the only thing this little pokemon chose to do, it could get somewhat... irritating. Thankfully it was still in the cute stages. Besides, he added with a smirk, since when do I get irritated?
Without waiting for a response, Rey continued walking, keeping Feign cradled safely in his arms. He heard the 'spear' coming from somewhere up ahead, but decided to ignore it. There were plenty of other sounds that should make him worry; one of those was not a lonely bird's cry. But then, he noticed the bird landing in the path in front of him. Yes, it was still a far ways off, and yes, it would probably move if Rey simply kept walking, but the bird was staring in his direction. That probably wasn't the sign of a calm, friendly pokemon.
Then it screeched again. Mime Jr. shifted in the boy's arms. Rey didn't know what it wanted. It sounded angry, though. Was it trying to scare him? Or trying to make him leave? In his mind there was a flash of the rattata Smoochum had faced previously. What if it had the same intentions? No big, he calmed himself. We can battle it out just like we did earlier.
Rey raised a brow, carefully stepping away from the spearow as it pecked at him. That was rude. But what could be done? Rey simply saw it as a defensive move. Feign, on the other hand, grimaced.
<You hush!> she called, shaking a tiny fist at the bird. Then, she stuck her tongue out. Yes, stuck her tongue out. As if this would help her situation any more.
"Calm down, Feign," Rey said lightly. He shifted the pokemon to one arm and began digging in his pocket with his free hand. When it was visible again, it help a pokeball. "Here, I think you should rest. You're probably tired from your battle, right?" Again, without waiting for her response, Rey called the mimic-pokemon to her ball, and she was gone with a red flash. He stuck the ball gently in his pocket, then retrieved another.
Now that his hands were (mostly) free, he could concentrate without having to worry about Feign's safety. "Here, Zeno. Come on out." He tossed the pokeball lightly, the familiar red flash quickly replaced by a small cubone. The pokemon glanced back to his trainer with a dull stare, not moving to do anything else. "Zeno, care to take care of this? It doesn't look like the problem's gonna go away anytime soon." There was a grin on the young man's face as he encouraged his pokemon to act.
Cubone turned back to the bird in front of him, the expression on his features hardly changing. If you weren't paying attention to his face, you probably wouldn't even notice that it changed. The miniscule difference, though, were his eyes. They had gone from a simple dull color, and had brightened only slightly. This simple change meant that he was ready for battle.
"Try Double Kick," Rey said, nodding once or twice.
Zeno nodded, and lunged toward Spearow. No, he wasn't lunging, he was sprinting. As soon as he came into proximity, the small pokemon jumped, and kicked. Perhaps if the spearow dodged it, he'd be hit by the second swing he made with his other foot. He hoped.
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Post by Feather on Jun 6, 2008 12:36:23 GMT 10
<Who ya telling to hush baby!? Do I look like oe of you playmates ,or your TOYS!?And here I was thinkin' I might actually try and shwo you something.> Then the baby stuck out her long pink tongue at him, a red cross formed right above the birds forehead, and he narrowed his dark brown eyes. With ill concealed anger he spoke slowly to the Mime Jr. <And sticking one's tonguje out at another, is extrememrly rude. If I wasn't such a nice bird I might rip it out of your moth for insolence.> It was obvious that Sentret had been a bad influence, and Sarge could tell that this baby and especially her trainer were goig to be hard to whip into shape. Of course she was no longer level one. It was obvious that by sticking her tongue out the Mime Jr. had done damage, the anger and feeling of disrespect was still there as the Psychic type disappeared into her pokeball.
Then the human threw out another pokemon. Ths one larger then te Mime Jr., and quite a bit older. SPreading his wings, he looked up at the human with a look of indignation. <I SAY NOT! You human, are getting on my nerves, I am not, the pokemon, I am SARGE. Sargeant to you!> Of course he knew that he wasn ot understood, but frankly he didn't care. He just needed to yell at someone for the disrespect, and the human was as good as anyone else.
The Spearow saw the brightness gleam in t Cubrone's eyes. <You want to try you' luck with me do ya!? Fine. I'll show ya what battling is all about!> Then he found the Cubone charging towards him, the Spearow stared evenly at the acid green beast, and waited. Then there was a bright gleam in his eyes, and he dove to the rgight, avoiding the first double kick, the angle weakedned the blow of the second, wit ha lod "EARO!" he drove his beak upwards in ap eck, while pushing out with his wing to hopefully keep the Cubone off balance, <NEVER! Give your oppenent an opening, such as the itme in beween those kicks.> Ducking his head he hopped back, avoiding a third kick that cracked the air above his head. (WHY ARE THEY SO SHORT!?)
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Post by Core on Jun 7, 2008 4:28:00 GMT 10
Mime Jr. certainly didn't enjoy being called 'baby'. But, unfortunately, she was stuck in Rey's arms, so she could do nothing but yell back at the Spearow. <Playmates? PFT! Who would want to play with something like you?> She laughed, looking over the Spearow with a quirked brow. It just seemed... unsanitary. She giggled again at that thought. Unsanitary wasn't what she had wanted to say, but it sounded correct once she did.
<Rude, hm?> Feign smiled sweetly, as if she were all too innocent. But then, as the bird practically threatened her by saying he'd rip out her tongue, the smile turned into a frown so quickly, and she cowered back into the crook of Rey's arm. That was certainly not a nice thing to say! Very scary, this pokemon was. She realized then that not every pokemon could be as nice as Sentret.
Before she could do anything else, she had vanished into the pokeball.
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Zeno eyed the Spearow carefully, simply listening as it spoke so angrily. Was all the emotion really all that necessary? He could just speak; Zeno would get the idea, he wasn't stupid. <Well...> He wasn't sure what else to say to Spearow, especially since it was so angry. <Nice to meet you, Sarge,> he mumbled. Though, it wasn't actually that nice. Perhaps if the bird was a bit more polite. He shrugged mentally. It wasn't really up to him how Spearow acted. Everyone had a different personality, and he couldn't change that.
<Try my luck?> Zeno repeated the phrase quietly, but shrugged, this time visibly. If that's what he called battling, well, then sure, he wanted to 'try his luck'.
As he was attacking, Zeno cursed silently to himself when the first kick missed Sarge completely, and again when the second did hardly any damage at all. That wasn't supposed to happen. And on top of this, Spearow attacked with a peck while Cubone was still finishing off his move. That was great. Cubone's eyes widened slightly, as he was obviously caught off guard, and stumbled lightly to the ground.
<I can't exactly kick right away, one after the other,> he said slowly, thoughtfully. <I'm sure you're aware that it takes more than a second to move my body around.> The Cubone was slightly annoyed, but the look in his eyes remained mostly the same. It would have been difficult to see anyway, on account of the thick skull-mask that covered his head.
Before he could stand, Rey was already speaking. It seemed as though he would have to rely on Zeno's speed for this one. He wasn't exactly sure just how fast his pokemon was, but he wasn't going to simply give up the battle because he was unsure. What kind of trainer would that make him? "Try it again," he ordered.
Zeno nodded quickly and hopped up, already charging toward Sarge. <Here. Stand still and let me try it again.> He jumped once more toward Spearow, bringing around his feet with more force than before.
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Post by Feather on Jun 7, 2008 9:41:24 GMT 10
<I was trying to use a term you would understand--training ya would call it.> Normally he was wel composed, such as he was when he said the above. Of course his compusure did disappear rapidly, when he felt he was being ignored. Or at least taunted -----
<Pleasure as well young snip--at least you do not expose inner body parts to the air, unlike your ditzy little friend.> That Mime Jr. was rather hopeless, anyone who encountered tjat Sentret loved his ideas, after all it encouraged disobedience and mosto f all laziness. In a army like a team of pokemon those things were bad! But so easy to become addicted to. Of course Sarge had been taught by his father that they were both temptations to be ignored. The little baby had been susceptible to the lazy Sentret's teachoings due to her trainer's ignorance.
-- <Well with stubby little legs like yours that doesn't surprisre me. make use of that stick in your arms, and block! You bonehead!> Then he took a step back, and shook his head, spreading his scratched wings, being not at all to find they were perfectly normal. Clapping them together he sent a cloud of sand at the Cubone/. <Thay skull of yours is a good tool, as well. USE IT!> The dust cleared almost as quickly as it had risen up from the forest floor. The Spearow coughed quietly, and narrowedd his sharp eyes to try and get a better look at his oppenent.
-- Then the human's voice cut trough his mind. Soon the Cubone was charging towards him another Double kick on the way. Ducking low he chuckled. <How do you learn anythng if I let you hit me? Then he drove his head forward in a hammer like peck. <BLOCK!> He snarled, twisting his head, he threw his wiehgt towards the hand the CUbone held the bone club with.
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Post by Core on Jun 9, 2008 6:33:56 GMT 10
Cubone raised a hidden brow when Spearow replied to his greeting. Was it really a pleasure to meet him, or was he being a bit sarcastic? <Er.. I appreciate the comment.> Or was it a compliment? If he was being honest with himself, he couldn't even tell with this one. After all, Zeno wasn't actually being serious. He was just being polite, if you could see that through his emotionless facade. However, he went ahead and assumed that Spearow hadn't caught it, figuring that the bird thought he was being genuinely friendly. Beside that, it didn't even matter all that much. They were battling; there was hardly room for any talking.
<Stubby legs?> Zeno tilted his head downward to peer at his legs. To him, they weren't that stubby, but then again, if he were comparing them, they weren't near as long as Rey's. <I suppose that's true...> He paused for a moment, but only to listen as Sarge finished his speaking. Why was he telling him what to do? And calling him names as well? That was rude. But... everyone was different, he couldn't argue the fact that some were a bit meaner than others.
When Sarge forced dust in Zeno's direction, he threw a (stubby) arm over his eyes, not really having to protect anything else on his face. Though, he probably wouldn't have had to do anything if he had simply closed his eyes. He shrugged, not thinking about that in time. <How am I...> he trailed off, becoming confused. How was he supposed to use his skull against sand? Huh... Guess I just did, kind of... He shrugged again. Good enough for him.
<Who said I needed to learn?> he grunted as he finished his attack, which unfortunately, missed again. <Hitting you would just be a benefit.> He barked a laugh, but it didn't have any true feeling behind it. <But if you insist I take orders from you, I'd be happy to block.> As Spearow came forward with another peck, Zeno quickly brought the bone in his hand up, shielding him from the attack. With that much force, and not to mention the creepy snarl, the bone flew from Zeno's hand and skidded to a halt right in front of Rey.
<That wasn't cool,> Zeno said, his hidden brow furrowing in a hint of frustration. He didn't enjoy being separated from his bone, and he didn't want to practice being away from it. Without another thought, Zeno sprinted back to Rey, and stopped when he reached the bone, picking it up quickly. <Don't do that again, please.> The pokemon's tone held the slightest bit of disgust, and the 'please' was just added out of habit. He didn't enjoy saying it, it simply slipped out.
With that, Zeno walked toward Spearow again, this time trying to make the anger in his voice vanish. <Now if we could continue.> Now his voice was calm, no hints of anger present. That's how he liked it.
Rey watched quietly, watching as his pokemon tried to fight this noisy Spearow. "Zeno, you good?" he asked, blinking a few times. Zeno was such a new addition to his team, that the young man had hardly had any time to see what he was like during battle. This was the most emotion he had seen from the pokemon. Zeno nodded, but didn't turn around, keeping his eyes focused on Sarge. "Alright then, attack again. See where this goes."
Before Zeno bothered to nod his head in some sort of reply, he was already bounding toward Spearow. He held his bone in his left hand, out to the side for a sort of balance. As he drew close to Spearow, he again said nothing. Instead, he jumped, kicking out with both feet in quick succession. Kicking had to work eventually; if it didn't, he wasn't sure what else could be done. He couldn't win a battle by simply growling or whipping his tail at the bird. That'd be ridiculous.
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Post by Feather on Jun 10, 2008 12:24:06 GMT 10
<Well good. If you had said nothing--that would have been rude.> The Spearow replied stomping one taloned foot into the ground, raising up a cloud of dust as he did so. This Cubone seemed to bel earning, and inlike that Sentret's style, there was no gentle advice needed. Just battling, and a few barbed comments inserted at the right points. Then the Spearow blinked, this Cubone didn't seem to be grateful at all: <don't say what you don't mean PRIVATE!> Although he wished he knew what to call him--Private--what!? Cubone, that worked. <PRIVATE CUBONE!!>
The Spearow nodded. <But everyone can overcome their natural handicaps!> After all most birds lacked power, and were blown away by the wind, this Spearow could stand tall against a gale, and is beak was sharpened, and weighted enough to kill. Of course what the CUbone could do about stubby legs he wasn't so sure. Looking down he nodded, his legs were long, not little tree trunks like the creature's in front of him.'
<To many quesitons--Experience teaches best!!> To prove a point, he swung his wing low, and waited for the Cubone to cover his eyes once again. Repeptition made a action automatic.
<ME! You haven't hit me once Skullhead> The Spearow screeched back, spreading his wings out behind him as he did so, his neck craned forward, and his eyes bulging out of his head. <Yes it would. Just do it first.> Then the Cubone complied, and with ai mperciptible nod he continued his attack, wachign as the bone spun out of the CUbone;s claws. <Hold on to it tighter! Switch your arms one front , one backwards!> it was odd seeing a spearow who had likely never held anything in his life to be commanding a CUbone about how to hold theclub he had been born with.
The Spearow scoffed. <You disarmed ourself by letting go--so do not blame me for your inadquaecies!> He hated thse who blamed others for everything that went wrong in their lives. It was annoying, and cowardice in its purest form. <So please--if you do not want me to do it again, do not let go boy.> Not that he wasn't going to try and disarm the Cubone, it was purely up to the creature if he allowed himeslf to lose his grip or not.
<You are the one who stopped the battle by running off for your club.> The bird replied with a raised eyebrow. There this Cubone went again, yelling for no good reason. Or at least making odd comments that had nothing to do with the Spearow's actions.
The Spearow held his ground, spreading his wings. One kick slammed into his neck, knocking the wind out of him, and then he shifted his shoulders, that kick cracked into his shoulder blade. Taking the opening he ran into the area of the Cubone, and lashed out viciously with his beak. Ignoring the blood pouring down his throat, it was just a scratch caused by the CUbone's claws. Nothing at all to worry about.
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