Just My Luck

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

"I. HATE. THIS."

Oh yeah, defiantly story of his life. His bag turned over on his head as he sat dumbly on the ground with a few scratches and scrapes of mud on him here and there, it's contents spilled out on the ground. A Monferno was basically running circles around him screeching, obviously happy at what he had done. Yeah, next time, don't trust the monkey with the bag, nor let him run around without any supervision, mush less a leash. Yeah, this is what he got for letting Inferno tag along while he did another tour of Johto, maybe go back to Kanto for a little bit. Won't make that mistake again.With a sigh, Max carefully took the bag off of his head, the rest of what was inside of it simply falling to the ground with gravity. His hat had been put up a tree by the little monkey Pokemon, who was now attempting to climb a fairly large tree.

"Story of my life," the young teen sighed, and instead of trying to go for his rampaging Pokemon, went to try to gather all of his fallen items before his Pokemon stole them all and hid them up a tree. Why he kept that thing, he really did not know.

He could've just gave it to Professor Elm or Professor Rowan to keep and hand off to somebody else , but no , he had to keep the poor Chimchar because he felt sorry for it, not because he wanted it in the first place. Sure, he wanted to keep Inferno, he just wished that the Pokemon would grow up a little bit instead of acting so childish. Then again, Dusk was a lot older than most of his Pokemon, as he and Elm had guessed, and still he was just as childish as Inferno, so he really couldn't say anything there. Maybe that's where Inferno learned his bad habits....

"Mah-on-fer-no!" screeched the Chimp Pokemon as he rushed past his trainer, making Max make a twisted angry face before shoving more items into his back pack. Just sometimes, he wished he could have different Pokemon. Didn't care what, just different.

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[anselm]

Ah, how relaxing it was to be back in the trees...

A long, fluffy, dual-colored tail flicked back and forth to an unknown beat, rustling the leaves below. One would think a simple Pokemon was sleeping in the trees, but they would be wrong. The tail belonged to that of a Pokemorph, one of Linoone blood. Said Linoone boy was currently lounging on a thick tree branch, most of his body completely hidden in the leaves. His back was leaning up against the tree trunk. Two cream ears twitched on his head, swiveling back and forth like a satellite, picking up sounds from a few miles away.

On the boy's lap was a Zigzagoon; however, she wasn't a normal Zigzagoon. No, her fur color was too different from a normal Zigzagoon. She was a shiny, one of the rarer forms of any Pokemon. Joyce nuzzled into the soft fabric of the Linoone boy's coat, enjoying the warmth flowing off of him in waves.

Just below them, pacing around the tree on all fours, was yet another dual-colored Pokemon. The being's long white tail stayed straight up in the air as his red and white fur shifted in the wind. A glare seemed to be super glued to the Zangoose's face as he 'patrolled' the perimeter, not even allowing a leaf get past his invisible barrier.

I. HATE. THIS.

The Linoone boy yelped at the loud voice. Being startled awake caused him to fall from his spot on the branch, taking Joyce with him. He cringed as he hit the hard ground, slowly helping himself up. The Zigzagoon was completely fine, having landed on the boy. Ah, yes, just a bit more pain add from that... Bronte was over to his side in an instant, aiding him in getting up. The red and white Pokemon quickly stood up on his hind legs, scanning Route Twenty-Nine. He tugged on the Linoone's coat sleeve, pointing somewhere off in the distance where a trainer was having trouble with some strange fire monkey. A Monferno, he reminded himself.

Allowing Joyce to plop down on the ground, Anselm dusted himself off. He wanted to know what was going on, and he could tell his Pokemon wanted to know as well. Now, he would normally run to meet someone, but he was weak at stopping and turning corners, which kept him to only walk. His Zigzagoone ran up ahead, zigzagging in their path like all of her kind do. Bronte kept by Anselm's side, walking all his hind legs instead of all fours like he was earlier.

"Excuse me, sir?" The boy called out once close enough. His tail continued flicking back and forth, but he made sure to halt his ears from swiveling.

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

"Potions, Pokeballs, Berries," Maxwell muttered as he looked through the bag to make sure he had everything. Picking up the last of his items, Max closed up every part of his bag, shaking it to make everything go in place before whirling it around on his back. However, in stead of standing up, he simply fell backwards on his arse as Inferno went rushing past him with another screech. "Oh, would you stop?!" the trainer cried to his Pokemon as it tried to climb yet another tree, simply leaping off as it kicked the tree's trunk for a burst outwards to leap further.

"Mon-on-fer-no! Ferno!" 'You can't make me! Never!' cried the Monferno, running faster as he against tried to jump up on a tree; it again ended in failure as he simply leap down as he did before.

Max simply gave an angered sigh, holding back simply flying back and giving up. He knew back when he started his journey that not all of his Pokemon that he trained would always listened to him and would be calm and easy-going; he just didn't guess that his hyper active Pokemon would be this kind of Pokemon; Inferno rarely ever listened, and it usually ended up taking both he, Tyranitar, and Dusk to get the hyperactive monkey to settle down. However, he didn't feel like messing with that again; why he let him out, he really didn't know. Calmly Max rubbed his forehead in slight anger, feeling a headache coming on. What a pain; he seriously just wanted to kill that monkey right now; Inferno was just lucky he was nicer than that.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Nerf?" Max barely managed out as he looked up in confusion; walking towards him was looked like a guy in some Pokemon costume. Well, at least that's what he thought; there wasn't any wind, and costumes usually didn't move on their own, especially one's fake tail. Max took in a deep breath as he stumbled up; he was probably wondering what was wrong, probably heard him shout. Great. Now he would have to explain him self...

<"PERSON!!"> Inferno shouted in a gasp as Max began dusting off his pants and shirt from all the dust; Max barely had enough time to say anything as the Pokemon dashed towards the boy and his Pokemon, nearly tumbling into the Zigzagoon on the way.

"Neh, Inferno, stop!!" Max shouted after his Pokemon as he tried to race after his Pokemon; instantly, however, Inferno skidded to a stop in front of the other person, making Max nearly run into him with a loud, "Oof!" Inferno instantly received a mad look from his trainer as his shoulders got clutched, however he seemed to ignore it - or just plain not see it all together, nor care - as he excitedly tried to jump up and down with slight failure.

<"Oh! OH! Oh! Are you a Pokemon! You smell like a Pokemon! But you look like a human, too!"> the Monferno said in a hurried voice, Max still trying to hold down his Pokemon as it spoke. Wrinkling his nose, Max responded,

"Inferno! Be nice! That's a rude way to ask someone something!" Inferno, however, didn't get the message; he merely kept trying to jump up and down as he waited for his answer. "He he, I'm so sorry about him suddenly rushing you," Max said, still unassured if the boy was merely in a costume or not, better yet if he could understand the small Pokemon. "He doesn't have any manners."

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[anselm]

Anselm took a step back as the fire-type monkey was instantly jumping up and down in front of him. He was not expecting that from any Pokemon. Heck, not even his Pokemon did that. Well, Joyce did at times, but she was never like this. The boy laughed lightly to himself, crouching down once the Monferno was somewhat being held down by its trainer. He flashed a smile at the Monferno before finally answering.

"Yes, yes. I am a Pokemon, but only half of one." That was pretty confusing, but it made sense in his mind. The Linoone boy glanced up at the trainer, the smile slightly falling. "Do not fret. I am use to Pokemon without manners. Your Monferno should calm down as an Infernape. If not, then you might need a few extra backpacks..." He stood back up, letting out two short whistles. The Zigzagoon, who was still running around, picking up random items that were still on the ground, raced back over. She dropped off what she had found near the Monferno and used her claws to cling to the Linoone boy's coat, thus allowing her to climb up. The normal-type easily rested herself between her trainer's neck and shoulder.

"I'm Anselm, by the way. This is Joyce--" He pointed to the Zigzagoon. "--And this is Bronte." He then pointed to the Zangoose. Speaking of which, said Pokemon was still at his side, glaring at the other trainer and Monferno.

ooc: It was better, but then my internet erased it all... e.e;;

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

Max couldn't help but smile at the other, erm, trainer. At least he was being nice. Most people would have wanted to slap Inferno right then and there for suddenly jumping up at them without any warning. And at least he was kind enough to answer Inferno's question, too. Well, Max's, too; he defiantly wasn't a kid wearing a Linoone costume. Either that, or he was, but he was Psychic or something. And Max didn't feel like being rude and asking him something like that. He knew he'd possibly get a face, if anything; like the one he made when the Poke'Morph told him that Inferno might either calm down during evolution, or he'd need three more backpacks. However, that face was lifted when he started introductions.

"And my name's Maxwell Smith, but you can call me Max," he merely chuckled after looking over the boy's Pokemon - was that a Shiny? - before pointing to Inferno. "And this crazy guy is Inferno; sorry for any future disturbances he might make."

<"Hi! Hi! It's nice to meet you!"> the duel type Pokemon said happily, the comment about him obviously going right over his head as he jumped up and down a little bit more. His arms tired, Max finally let got of his Pokemon; he was surprised that is didn't jump into outer space or something is it kept bouncing. Max was almost ready to put the Pokemon back in it's Poke'ball.

However, Max couldn't help but notice the Zangoose's facial expression towards he and Inferno; it seemed upset, but he doubted that it would respond or want to respond to anything that he said to it. It would most likely be a waste of time trying anything, really.

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[anselm]

"Oi, Bronte! Say hello, and stop glaring. It's very unkind of you." So says the pickpocket. The red and white Pokemon at his heels grumbled something about not wanting to speak to idiots, but he soon gave in after his master's tail twitched just enough to thump the Zangoose on the back. "<Hello...>" The normal-type crossed his arms, drumming his claws against his white fur in an annoyed and impatient mannor.

Anslem sighed, running a hand through his hair, careful not to scratch himself with his unnaturally long (and sharp) nails. "We're still working on his social skills..." He let out a nervous laugh before noticing that the Zigzagoon wasn't on his shoulder anymore. While he was trying to get the Zangoose to speak, the little shiny Pokemon had slipped back down to the ground and was currently staring up at the Monferno with curiousity. She had never seen a fire monkey this hyper before. Did he ever run out of energy?

ooc: No muse. ><;