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Post by staplemylips on Jun 19, 2011 10:57:54 GMT -6
 "If you keep trying to bite me, I'll bite you back." Ivy threatened her recently obtained Bite Pokemon. Its in the name, she had been expecting it. Who was the oh-so creative guy who grouped up the pokemon and decided to give them the title of the Bite Pokemon? I mean, sure, it at least gave trainers a warning, but still.Most pokemon bite, didn't have to belong in that group. Have you ever been bite by a Pidgey? It hurts, damn bad too. Ivy attemped yet another stroke on the Poochyena's head. Her hand went out slowly. Every half inch her hand went, the canine's lips would begin to curl, baring it's teeth. Ivy persisted, until the Poochyena made yet another warning snap. This had been going on for about five minutes at the beginning of Route 101.This snap though was the last one as Ivy didn't draw her hand back, but quickly cover the Poochyena's mouth. She leaned over and bite down on the canine's ear, feeling it struggle to get free from her grip. Ivy pulled back and stood up, finally feeling some sort of victory. Lucy, the Poochyena, was not happy about its new trainer winning this fight. She leaned back on her hind legs and began to bark continuely. "Come on Lucy, lets go." Ivy beconed the pokemon to follow, a smirk on her face. The dog followed a good three or four feet behind still just yelling at its trainer. Ivy held her head low, this was going to be a very long day. ____________ OoC: Short. |
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Post by casey on Jun 20, 2011 16:37:13 GMT -6
  Marsh the Mudkip; Guardian the Shiny Ralts Casey May Jennings
"Ral?" questioned the blue-topped Pokemon to it's trainer. It tipped it's domed head upwards to get a better look at the trainer squatting in front of it, giving it a hardy smile.
"Which is why we need to make you stronger," the trainer exclaimed, wagging a finger at the small Pokemon. She had just finished explaining the Rustboro Gym and it's Pokemon to the Shiny, and how she would be easily defeated if they didn't train. the Ralts obviously didn't want to believe that, but from what her father said, the gyms were harder than they sounded. [But of course, her brother had made it look easy from the sounding of things.] Of course, Marsh would have a better advantage against Roxanne, and I do plan on using him more during the gym battle, but you still need to train up, too. We don't need you falling behind!"
"Ral.....," the Ralts said in an almost sad voice, tipping it's dome down in an unpleasant manner. Obviously, it wasn't too happy with it's trainer's plans. Casey merely ignored the gesture, shooting to her feet with a clap of her hand and a squeal. This startled the Ralts into jump backwards with a surprised facial expression.
"Alright, now let's go!" the brunette said in an enthusiastic voice as she turned and pointed ahead of them, and quickly started marching ahead in order to find a Pokemon of some sort. The Ralts merely stood there for a moment, staring at it's trainer with a mixture of confusion and surprise, before giving a cry and racing to catch up with it's trainer; it had, after all, smaller legs than the girl did, and therefore didn't walk as fast as she did. "Keep up, Guardian," the girl pushed her Pokemon as she her self made her way through a few lumps of tall grass; what confused the Ralts was the fact of there was a clear route around the tall grass without any trouble.
"Ral Ral Ral," 'Oh dear lord,' sighed the Emotion Pokemon to her trainer; having a girl like this wasn't too bad, no; it was just hard in the sense that she always had to keep up with her, and mostly because she was so hyperactive and loud and could never stay in one place for even a few seconds. Ever since the girl had found the Shiny Pokemon in some bushes, she'd always been making her out-do her self. It was getting tiring, even though the Ralts kept managing to keep up. Dashing around the tall grass, Guardian gave a groan as her trainer was already half way up the route and almost ditching her. She was lucky that Casey stopped and waved at her to catch up.
"Hurry up, Slowpoke!" the young teen called as she beckoned the Pokemon to keep up before turning briskly and looking around; where were those Pokemon when you needed them? Man, they were getting harder and harder to find! Maybe all of these trainers and stuff passing through here was scaring them away. At the thought, the brunette angrily crossed her arms with a "huff"; aw poo! Now she couldn't even find a battle!
"Ral, Ral, Ral," the Emotion Pokemon panted as she managed to catch up to her trainer, having to walk a well of a distance on her little legs. Casey merely looked down to the Pokemon resting against her legs, before examining their souroundings again. Well, not all of the Pokemon could be gone. After all, with that Zigzagoon they faced earlier, he didn't seem to know well enough to not stay away from humans. So there must be more Pokemon like that, right? Lost in thought, the trainer barely heard her Pokemon called to her and tugging on her socks. "Ral....," her Pokemon said to her in a frightened voice, and when she looked down, the Pokemon pointed.
Looking up, the girl realized what the Pokemon was panicking at; a brunette girl was walking nearby with a Poochyena. And the dog-like Pokemon didn't look too happy, by the likes of it. But Casey didn't care; there was another trainer! Squeal! And maybe she wanted to battle, too! There was no guessing; before the Ralts could protest, Casey gave a quick "c'mon" before racing towards the other girl, her feet tromping loudly; as if she wouldn't be heard anyway, she was practically holding back large amounts of squeals. Casey really hadn't met any trainers yet - except for that one scary looking dude, and she did not want to battle him - so of course she was ready to make so new friends. Skidding to a stop in front of the other girl, she barely gave her time to say anything before she started in a very fast and high tone;
"Hi my name's Casey! What's your name?! Are you a trainer?! Are you new?! Because I'm new, too! Well, not new new; I started this morning! Oh, cute Poochyena!" Instantly she crouched down to the Bite Pokemon's level with an excited screech. "Oh! You're so cute! What's you're name?"
"Ral." By the time Guardian caught up to her trainer, she was tired and beggining to wonder weather it was worth it to follow this girl around anymore or not. Probably not; her lungs were already burning and bursting inside of her chest, and if she were anymore running, she would have plopped over dead at the exact spot she was standing in. Yeah, that's how much her trainer was running her around. She didn't even bother to ask Casey if they could just leave this girl alone; she was so tired and she felt her head spinning in an unnatural way. She decided to rather wait for the spinning to stop before trying to confront her trainer.
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Post by staplemylips on Jun 23, 2011 22:32:41 GMT -6
Ivy noticed her Poochyena had stop bickering at her. "Thank you." She said as she twirled around on the balls of her feet. Another sigh happened as she realised that the dog had stopped barking because it was distracted by another trainer and a Ralts. Lucy was leaning back, the fur on her back sticking up. She had a low alerted growl going. This worried Ivy, she bent over and scopped up the dog in her arms. She was afraid it might try to bite the girl. "Shh Lucy. Be nice." Ivy encouraged the Poochyena.
As the girl met up with them, she talked extremely fast. Ivy only caught about every other word. Ivy was so focused on understanding the girl, that she didn't realise what Lucy was doing in her arms. The Poochyena had calmed down and began to wag her tail. She leaned out of Ivy's arms and sniffed Casey. A happy yelped came from the pokemon as it greeted the Casey. Lucy struggled to get out of Ivy's arm so it could play with the young girl.
Ivy was slightly bitter about this. She didn't know what to think about her pokemon liking this random girl so much better than herself. "Name's Ivy. I'm a breeder and a new trainer." Ivy pointed out her main goal. She wanted to become one of the best traveling breeders. Lucy yelped happily, trying to answer the girl's question. "This is Lucy. She seemes to really like you." Ivy said, pointing out the rather obvious. Really? Why the hell did Lucy like this over energetic teen so much?
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