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Post by Devereux Abremont on Aug 22, 2022 12:04:25 GMT
He isn't waiting. He most certainly isn't waiting. No, Devereux absolutely has only loitered around the Pokemon Laboratory for... for viable, logical reasons! Yes! To register his name with the Lab, to be given a trainer ID, to setup his account in the trainer databases. Access to the new PC system, and the number of new applications that the Lab has been rolling out in the last six months. Mainly, the DTN - Deprin Trainer Network - the local news board for the League to roll out information to Pokemon trainers, and the most important application of all -- the Deprin Regional Pokedex. He's also gotten other information too, of course. Litten's care sheet, for one. And some local work opportunities for the Laboratory, for field research, maybe some things relevant to his education. But not - absolutely, certainly not - has he been waiting around, pacing and bothering the technicians, hoping, perhaps, just maybe... that he might run into a certain someone again. Really..... bah. At first, he can't fathom why he's doing this. He doesn't know Cabrian that well - this is his brother's best friend, not someone he himself had ever gotten close to, before. There's no reason that Cabrian would want to bother with him, either. Just because they ran into one another here, just because they both had appointments, by wild coincidence, at the same time, the same place, for the same reason... But as Litten meows at him from where she's sitting on a chair in the lobby, staring, watching him pace and pace and work himself up into a fret, he gets it. He gets it. Devereux may not know Cabrian well, but they do know each other. And now, as of today, they're both brand new Pokemon Trainers. He just keenly wants to share in the excitement with someone he knows. ...And, if he's honest, he's immensely curious what Pokemon ended up as his acquaintance's partner. But what if he missed him? Devereux wasn't sure how long he'd been back in those back rooms of the lab. He wasn't sure when Cabrian got pulled back, just that he wasn't here when Devereux returned. Maybe he'd missed him entirely, and he was already long gone. And gods, didn't he also just look so creepy, just hanging around like some kind of-- "Maaaaaauuuu!"Devereux stops pacing at the loud meow, and comes over to kneel in front of Litten. He takes a long deep breath, and sighs, smiling bemusedly as he scratches her cheek. She leans into the touch, but continues to stare at him. "You're right, you're right," he says. "No sense freaking out. It took me a few minutes to get all your information and care and my ID sorted. I'm sure it's the same for him. We'll wait just a little longer, and then we'll go, okay?"She starts purring, and closes her eyes. He laughs softly under his breath. "Yes, you're a good girl. You are. And you need a name, too... but what kind of name would suit you, I wonder?"
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Aug 23, 2022 19:19:24 GMT
It's been a short but whirlwind morning. Choosing his very first Pokemon, a new friend. Going through care, feeding, any and all information he can get. And now he is free to go, stepping through the hallways back to the lobby. He didn't expect to be expected.
"Devereux?" he asks curiously, wondering at the odds. Wondering if he really has been waited on. He's not seen the man in some time, but he knows him, has spent time in his orbit. They've not had much chance to speak at any length. He is, still, Cabrian's best friend's brother, and a familiar face at a hectic time. He sets his paperwork down on a nearby chair, relaxing his stance. "How did you fare?"
It takes Cabrian a moment to see the little Litten under the tall man's touch, but when he does, he smiles warmly. "Well, I see. Who is your new friend? It seems you get on well already." He holds up a pokeball, smile broadening. "Admiral is a Wailmer, so I'd be very happy to introduce you, but outside where he won't get stuck. But you first. Who is your friend? Have they a name?"
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Aug 25, 2022 10:26:42 GMT
"Cabrian!" Devereux's head shoots up as he hears his name -- almost a bit too quickly. He stays knelt by his Pokemon like a Deerling in headlights as Cabrian approaches, sets the paperwork down nearby. He knows he was expecting the man, waiting, but really, he didn't think he'd run into him, and now that he's here, oh, was this a mistake? Does Cabrian think his best friend's brother the strange antisocial stalking creep who--
He inhales sharply as Litten bites his fingertips, her tail thrashing. The quick sharp pain brings him back to reality near instantaneously, and his brief moment of panic fades as quick as its come. Exhaling, Dev runs his hand over her ears once more, smiling up at his acquaintance. "You're out too, then?"
Cabrian's attention drifts to Litten, and as such, so does Devereux's. He scoops the little cat up into his arms as he stands up, and presents her to the other man, just as Cabrian holds up his own new Pokeball. "A Wailmer? I would love to meet him. Admiral is a strong name. I've read they were large, but..." His eyes widen, slightly. "To be stuck, even in the lobby... amazing. This little one must be microscopic, in comparison." Litten fusses at him, and Dev tuts back at her, holding her so Cabrian can see.
"This is my own new partner. You could say she chose me, rather than the other way around, precious baby. Her name... um. Well, she's a Litten. A fire type. Her name... ah. We haven't... I haven't..." Devereux offers an embarrassed smile, and Litten mewls up at the both of them. "It's a work in progress, unfortunately. Sorry, sweetheart... it's what we were talking about a moment ago, actually. She deserves one that fits. Something better than 'Fluffy,' or 'Mittens.' Not that there's anything wrong with those, but... well." Devereux's eyes soften as he looks down at the fire-type. "They just aren't her. But. Anyway -- Admiral, then? I take it everything went well, for you, too?"
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Aug 25, 2022 22:27:15 GMT
"Well it is true, a name must fit. I know I am lucky that Admiral came to me so quickly, and that he likes it." At least, Cabrian hopes that that's what the Wailmer had intended to communicate with enthusiastic bouncing. "Wailmer is important to my family. I can only wonder at my luck. There is a lot to learn, though. If I remember correctly, you have a degree that offers you a true leg up." His best friend speaks so warmly and proudly of his little brother. A historical subject, but it never stopped Arluin gushing about his brother the doctor. If anyone is better suited to being a trainer, Cabrian can't think of one.
"I did get along well, yes. I am glad to see you did, as well. She seems very attached to you already. Your brother and family will be very proud." As he hopes his squad mates will be with him. He'll need to contact them soon, before he starts getting worried messages. If it's anything like it was in university...dear oh dear. He fiddles with Admiral's Pokeball, wondering quietly. Now he is away from home for an indeterminate amount of time, and he hopes their concern will ebb with time. They have to, for all their sakes.
"What will you do now? Are you returning home to work, or...are you staying in this area?"
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Aug 26, 2022 9:19:44 GMT
"Lou's always told me you've supernatural luck. Maybe it's fate, then?" Devereux smiles, tilting his head to the side. Litten's black ear flicks, and she looks up at Cabrian at this mention of... luck. Scrutinizing the man. Her eyes narrow until she is distracted, lost purring once more into Devereux's hand. "And ah... yes -- yes, I do. I've my doctorate in Pokemon ecology. Never thought I'd get to see it put to use in actual field work or active study, but here we are. I'm... really, really excited about it, if I'm honest. I can help people. Teach. Learn so much more. Maybe I've some supernatural luck of my own, hm?"
The tall man beams, glad that Cabrian's time in choosing Admiral got along so splendidly. It does his heart good. Arluin will be so dreadfully excited for both of them. "She's a darling. Out of all those Pokemon - the giant Druddigon, the little Comfey using me as a rest, the baby Pokemon playing with one another... and suddenly, there she was in my lap, saying I was hers. No choice. No decision. She demanded, and so here we are. I hope my family is proud. I'm certain Lou will be over the moon for you, though. I've heard him on the phone nettling you about it for a couple months now." Ah, his brother the meddler. A good heart, truly. Just can't help himself. As dogged as a Granbull.
Devereux hums, falling into silence as he watches Cabrian's fiddling with the ball, considering. He's almost distracted watching the other man's hands when he registers the question, and his gaze shoots back up. "Well, the first place I'd like to go is out in the yard, if you're willing." He nods to the Pokeball in Cabrian's hand. "I would like to meet Admiral, after all. But after that... no, not home. There's no better time to do field research on Pokemon, especially with Litten here. So... trainer's life, for me. Staying in a hotel up by the university right now, but... the world's our Cloyster, now! What about you? Headed back down to Belleview?"
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Aug 27, 2022 22:17:53 GMT
"Luck or supernatural foresight, perhaps. It is heartening, to me, to know that there are those like you who can answer so many questions we must ask now." Maybe from Cabrian, maybe today. Gods know he is a beginner, stories aside. It is comforting, too, to know someone like Devereux as an acquaintance and not a stranger. An acquaintance with a very sharp-eyed cat. Cabrian notes the look in her eyes, but says nothing. Perhaps he's just imagining it.
"It is difficult to say no when they tell you how it is, I suppose. It certainly can only do good for your bond with her, yes? Arluin will be happy, though I wonder how she will treat him. She seems very protective of you, already." It's true, it's hard to know how an animal will react to anyone, let alone a pokemon. He can only hope his best friend will pass muster.
"Let's head out then, yes?"
The yards here are familiar. Even if he went into this building infrequently, he remembers days in beautiful weather spent sitting and studying on the grass. It's difficult not to be nostalgic now - if not very pleased that this is where he gets to introduce his new companion to someone equally as excited. He tosses Admiral's pokeball gently - he needs to work on that - and then takes a half-step back to give the big boy some room. The wailmer vocalizes a happy little noise upon seeing Cabrian, bouncing against him.
"This is Admiral." he offers with a smile. "Admiral, this is Devereux and his friend Litten." Admiral makes a curious deep noise, and bounces a bit closer to the new people. How interesting! "Admiral and I will going on the road. I am going to find out about the law enforcement methods around the region, especially with pokemon partners. It's...probably going to be difficult in some places for a wailmer, but I will do all I can to make sure he is happy and comfortable, right Admiral? One day we'll ride around the docks at Belleview together, but whenever we do get there. I hope your journey will take you everywhere you want to go, and see. Where do you begin?"
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Aug 29, 2022 18:49:47 GMT
Cabrian barely gets the sentence out when the joke is on the tip of Devereux's tongue. He barely holds it back, just nodding. Supernatural foresight? Him? But he holds back the instant retort that threatens him, because it would be inappropriate, he doesn't know Cabrian well -- and, well. Devereux huffs a soft laugh at the mention of his brother. Speak of the devil. Indeed -- a joke about his sight is something he would say to his brother. And while Cabrian is Arluin's best friend, he is not Arluin.
"Oh, I wouldn't say I'm any expert, but. I'm happy to try... and indeed. Arluin will be over the moon. Litten, you'll be a good girl to him, won't you?" The little cat mrowls, pushing her head against his arm in a way that denotes neither a yes, nor a no, and Devereux shakes his head. "Indeed. Well," he looks up, and - gods help him but he can't help himself - he winks at Cabrian with his bad eye as he nods, beginning the walk to the yard. "Yes, let's."
The Wailmer is massive.
Devereux doesn't think any amount of studying, doctorates, theorizing, or reading would have prepared him for that. He watches the way the whale Pokemon bounces against his trainer. He's so gentle, so sweet... and somehow, perhaps by a miracle gifted from on high, does not bowl Cabrian over like a flattened traffic cone. They are a perfect pair. Devereux feels a little well of pride bloom in his chest, matched by a slow growing grin, the dimple in his cheek showing.
"Hello there, Admiral," Devereux greets the Pokemon. He gently sets Litten down - or tries, rather, as she bounds out of his arms when he bends down. She immediately lifts herself up onto her hind legs, sniffing at Admiral, her little tail thrashing from side to side. The little fire cat meows loudly as Devereux holds his hand out for the bigger Pokemon, running a hand over his head before staying still for inspection.
"A good plan to wander the inland cities now, at least, long before he evolves. You think - Litten, ask nicely before you bunt others - you think he's big now..." Devereux chuckles. "But you're a good fellow, Admiral. I know you'll get on just fine." His gaze drifts over to Cabrian, even as he remains still for Admiral. "Lou did say you do nothing by halves. I'm impressed. That's quite the admirable goal, especially with how much things have changed, will change. Do you have any particular law that you're interested in first? And, me? I, well--"
Devereux laughs, earnestly. He rubs at the back of his neck with the hand not held out to the Wailmer, before shrugging helplessly, grinning at Cabrian. "A moment of embarrassed honesty? I've no idea! The world is out there, waiting. And for once in my life, I have no plan. Terrifying, really."
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Sept 1, 2022 3:47:40 GMT
"Maybe, but the options are endless, hm? Maybe staying in warmer climes for a while?" The cold of Cabrian's best friend's home is well known to him - he can still recall the bite of the winds up north, how snowflakes felt on his face. He...misses it. Hm. A call to Lou may be in order. "I'll get to your home town eventually."
Cabrian watches Litten inspect Admiral, smiling at the interaction. Until Admiral gets excited to meet her, too, and boops in her direction. For a small Litten...it's a bit of a knock-off-the-feet moment. "Admiral, please be careful, be gentle. Litten is still very small. One day she'll be very tall and big, but for now just be gentle, okay?" Admiral makes a sad little sound, bouncing back toward Cabrian, who meets him with a soft hand pat. "We're both learning, my friend. It's okay."
Cabrian offers a nod to the little Litten with an apologetic smile. "Our apologies. We're both very happy to make your acquaintance. I can't wait to hear what name you chose, little one."
Seeing what he has seen of the little Litten, Cabrian is certain it will be her approving any name options. And Devereux seems okay with it. A good pair.
"I think I'll avoid going through Famine, for now, maybe after a bit of training. May go to Summerville first. Another few days here first..." He pauses, tilting his head minutely at Devereux.
"Perhaps these two could practice together?"
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Sept 2, 2022 10:23:49 GMT
"That is true," Devereux nods. "There are no boundaries anymore. Not with Pokemon. But... hah - yes. It is best to enjoy the warm weather while we still have it. The mountains are always cold. Winter won't make it much colder - but everywhere else certainly will be. Lou'll be happy to have you, though."
Devereux rambles on a bit longer, watching the two Pokemon as well. It's all perfectly sweet, and wholesome, until - oh dear. One of Devereux's hands shoots up to cover his mouth with a sharp inhale as Litten gets bounced off of Admiral's side like a ping-pong ball, tumbling head over foot backwards until she sprawls on the ground. "Oh goodness." There is an attempt not to laugh, though there is still a barely-there tremble of Devereux's broad shoulders as he realizes Litten is perfectly unharmed.
The sad little noise catches his attention - but it seems to catch Litten's, too. She completely ignores Cabrian's apology and his excitement, her eyes focused entirely on the Wailmer. Getting back up to her feet, she shakes herself off and meows loudly at Admiral... before bounding forward, leaping up, and bouncing herself harmlessly off of his side, by jumping into the spherical whale and pushing off with her little feet, landing directly in front of him. Her tail twitches, before curling at the end with a little buzzy vibration. She looks pleased, proud, to have booped her new friend right back.
"Think she likes him too, bless them. Summerville's nice, maybe I'll head out that way soon... - but yeah, can't blame you for avoiding Famine. Especially with how hot it is over by Drackinhelm. There's the river, but..." Devereux clicks his tongue. "Admiral and Litten are still both pretty fresh. That'd be rough on them, without some experience..."
Devereux tilts his head back at Cabrian, grinning. "Which practice will certainly give. Is that a trainer challenge, Cabrian? My goodness. Litten my dear, do you hear this?" Her ear flicks, and he takes it as a yes. "How do you feel about a spar then, hm? A practice battle, maybe?"
Litten mrowls in response, raising up on her hind legs to headbutt gently at Admiral, before doing a little twirl. She takes off at a sprint across the yard to where there is a much larger open area than by the doors, where faded white lines are painted into the ground. Once upon a time, a practice arena. And now it will be again. Litten positions herself in one of the spots, and Devereux laughs. "Alright then! I think Litten's spoken for us both. As long as Admiral is game, I am too."
Devereux walks across the yard, stopping to pat Admiral on the head and coo at him for a moment, to take the trainer's position behind his starter. "A one on one practice spar, if you're willing, Cabrian? This is as much practice for us as it is for them. Neither of us have had a Pokemon battle before. How exciting! An age old tradition, the first battle between trainers and their Pokemon..."
Does that make them rivals? Huh. Lou would lose his mind laughing over that, probably. But Cabrian doesn't feel like a rival... Oh well. They'll figure it out. "I don't really know how this works, so... let's have fun with it and get to know our teammates while we all practice together, yeah? When you're ready, you and Admiral stand across from us, and we'll begin!"
OOC: Battle ready! Litten is the active Pokemon.
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Sept 3, 2022 7:36:54 GMT
"Well, Admiral, let's give it a try." Cabrian reaches out to pat the wailmer as they make their way to the opposite side of the faded field, lines that will be clear again soon, he is sure. He follows Devereux's lead, settling Admiral in front, and setting himself behind - and off to the side, so he can be seen behind the massive pokemon.
There definitely is a rush of excitement, their very first battle! Not quite as dangerous as an encounter in the wild, to be sure, but the first experience in a line of experiences to come. Cabrian will remember this, he's sure of that. In the here and now, though, it's time for he and Admiral to get to work.
"Alright then. Let's see what they've got, hm?"
OOC: Battle ready! Wailmer is the active pokemon.Wailmer // Level 1 // Male Max HP | Attack | Defense | Speed | 26
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Ability: ObliviousHeld item: None Moves: Splash, Body Slam
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Sept 3, 2022 11:41:45 GMT
"Okay... okay. Litten, you ready?"The little cat thrashes her tail with a rumble that is excited, playful, and serious all in one. It's time! It really is. This is it. Their first Pokemon battle... literally ever. A wash of anxiety washes over Devereux all of a sudden, when he holds up the stack of paperwork that has Litten's care and information on it. Did he really think this through? Does he know what she knows? Will this be okay? What is he supposed to do how does this work how do battles go--Litten whips around in a circle and meows quite loudly at the man, and it drags him out of his frozen state with a sharp inhale. And then a laugh. "You're right, girl. Of course you are." There's nothing to be prepared about. It's fun. A spar. It's learning on the spot and forming lifelong bonds right here. Devereux takes the stack of paperwork and tosses it gently, where it lands in a neat stack by his feet. "Litten!" He calls. She bows down, tail thrashing in answer. "Let's show our new friends our fighting spirit! Show Admiral and Cabrian just how big our voices can be, too - start us out, let's go!" It takes no more command than that. Nary more than a moment that Devereux gets the words out that the little black cat takes off at full tilt at the Wailmer. She zooms forward, before pulling off the same trick as before - leaping full-bodily at Admiral, and bouncing lightly, harmlessly, off of his belly. She twists in the air so she can face him, puffing her fur up, her chest up, arching her back...... Mrawr!!! She lets loose a mighty roar, a deafening din that shakes the ground, scares birds from the trees, has the very heavens trembling at the fury of her might!!! This is her challenge to Admiral! Come get her! She dares!! ......Or so it is in Litten's mind. The noise she actually makes when she puffs out her chest, diminutive stature unthreatening in the slightest, is not much more than a particularly loud kitten squeak. It's.. barely even something that could be constituted as a growl. But she's got the spirit! OOC: BATTLE BEGIN! Litten is faster than Wailmer, and thus goes first. Litten used Growl! It rolled... 13 ! It hits! Wailmer's Attack is lowered by 1 stage (-2) ! BATTLE CHANGES:Wailmer's Attack is currently -1 stage (12 points) ! Active Pokemon...LITTEN | Current HP: 9/9 Status: Normal Stat Changes: None |
Litten // Level 1 // Female Max HP | Attack | Defense | Speed | 9
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Ability: BlazeHeld item: None Moves: Growl, Scratch
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Sept 4, 2022 0:28:10 GMT
Cabrian watches as Litten charges forward and -- bounces. It's cute but the tiny growl is even cuter, though it seems Admiral wouldn't agree. The whale pokemon makes a concerned low noise, rocking back and forth once as if shaking himself off. Hm. So this is a true pokemon ability, even a tiny Litten can make a Wailmer pause. This is amazing."Admiral, it's our turn." The wailmer makes a surer low call at his trainer's voice, his bouncing slowing just a moment to listen properly. "Let's give our friends an answer, shall we? Show us the ocean, my friend, let it flow!"Cabrian doesn't know what to expect, honestly. Names of moves are on paper tucked in his sleeve, and all he can go on are his memories of his grandfather's memories. He knows wailmer can bring the ocean to the arena. Exactly how... Admiral bounces himself up off the ground just a little bit, then touches down, then repeats, bouncing like an odd little ball. Cabrian watches excitedly as his new companion winds up for... something. When he settles, it takes Cabrian a moment to realize he's done. And that he's actually done a move of some sort. Well. That...was something. He really should've read that packet a bit better. Ah well, nothing to do about it now. "Good try, Admiral! Maybe something for another time, we'll try it again later, okay? You're doing great, buddy, just focus on now, okay?"
OOC: Wailmer uses splash! Nothing happens. Battle Changes: None Active Pokemon: Wailmer | Current HP: 26 | Status: Normal | Stat Changes: Attack -1 stage (12 points) |
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Sept 4, 2022 2:47:41 GMT
...Oh dear.Devereux's entire body had tensed. The entire ocean? His little Litten, with her burning spirit, is a fire type - this was a terrible idea! He knows Pokemon are so resistant to damage, to lasting damage, this is what they're built for, but he couldn't help himself. He had gone entirely stiff, barely even breathing as Admiral began bouncing bit, by bit, by bit... winding up... readying himself for a horrendous, immense watery blow... ...and then... nothing had happened. ...Huh. Devereux doesn't quite voice his confusion - but maybe... maybe it's a fakeout? A farce? It certainly could be - Devereux remembers learning of Pokemon that would store up their energy and wait some time to unleash massive attacks. Maybe that's what was happening! Admiral surely was just storing up energy. "Be wary, Litten," Devereux warns, "did you hear what Cabrian said? He might be winding up an attack. Try to go on the offensive, before that can happen! And be quick on your feet - try not to get hit!" He feels a bit bad about the idea of attacking the other Pokemon - Admiral is so sweet... but he has to take a deep breath, reminding himself this is what Pokemon do, this is okay, they're all still friends and nobody is really getting hurt... this is what trainers do. It's a battle - it's fun! Litten fluffs herself up, warily eyeing up Admiral as he bounces, once... twice... she becomes a little more puffed up with each beachball bounce until he settles, at which point her back is completely arched up and fuzzed, discomfitted. At Devereux's command, she meeps, and leaps forward! Her little claws are barely capable of doing any damage, as she is too small to be any kind of sharp outside of kitten paws. But that's okay - this is meant to be a spar, anyway! Practice! She does her best, taking advantage of the lull to reach in and swipe at Admiral's hide. Her little paw almost slips off, but she does manage to catch - and almost kitty slap - just a bit, using the friction to try to bounce herself away. When she lands, she stays low to the ground, ready to run at a moment's notice, for whatever immense torrent that Admiral might be about to unleash at his trainer's command! "Good girl, Litten - hang in there. You did good!" OOC: Litten uses Scratch! It rolls... 9 ! It hits! Wailmer takes 9 damage! Wailmer now has 15 HP ! BATTLE CHANGES:Wailmer's Attack is currently -1 stage (12 points) ! Wailmer's HP is currently 15/24 ! Active Pokemon...LITTEN | Current HP: 9/9 Status: Normal Stat Changes: None |
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Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Sept 5, 2022 6:29:17 GMT
Cabrian is confused, but Devereux is cautious. Wise, yes, absolutely. Cabrian's not going to say anything just yet about that odd move, though. He ah. He'll explain once he reads his packet and learns. He'll be kicking himself for that for a while, but Admiral needs him here and now. The wailmer catches a paw from Litten, and a whine of pain is clear to Cabrian. It's clearly nothing serious, but his heart drops a little all the same. A scratch, but a scratch to his boy. "It's okay, Admiral, you're alright. I'll make sure you're all cleaned up, okay? Let's try something new."What can he do that's new? What else was in that packet, what else does Admiral have if not the water? Bouncing, he supposes. Bouncing and -- wait. "Admiral, let's try bouncing again, okay? Let's show them how it works when you aim well!"The wailmer makes an excited little noise, as close as a whale might come to trilling, and begins to bounce. Once, twice, thrice...and then the fourth time he moves forward, rocketing toward the Litten at high speed. Oh dear. OOC:
Wailmer uses Body Slam! It rolls...6! It hits! Wailmer rolls for paralyze! It rolls...17! It misses! Litten takes 6 points of damage! Litten now has 3 HP! Battle Changes: Wailmer's Attack is currently -1 stage ( 12 points) ! Wailmer's HP is currently 15/24 ! Litten now has 3 HP! Active Pokemon: Wailmer | Current HP: 15 | Status: Normal | Stat Changes: Attack -1 stage (12 points) |
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Post by Devereux Abremont on Sept 5, 2022 11:28:02 GMT
Litten is ready. Litten is prepared. Her limbs are limber, she is crouched down, ready, primed. She is light on her feet. She is lightning, a firestorm incarnate. She moves as the wind moves. She is invincible. She is -- "Litten! MOVE!" What?The panic in Devereux's voice makes Litten's head snap up towards him. His eyes are wide, on the back foot. Something is clearly wrong. She whips around to watch Admiral again and oh Arceus gods that whale is fast--Litten makes a strangled squeak noise that fails to sound remotely dangerous. Her fur stands on end, she skitters backwards, paws scrambling under her. And she barely manages a leap backwards when the six-foot multi-hundred pound bowling ball of a Wailmer sails into her face at an insane velocity. The little cat FLIES across the arena at the force, at a speed almost so fast that she looks more like a black blur than any actually visible creature. When she hits the ground, she bounces and skids, tumbling head over tail. It's a rough landing, and when she finally comes to a stand-still, it's in the grass outside of the arena entirely. Devereux's hands fly over his mouth with a soft gasp. "Oh no... no no..." Oh. Oh, no. She was so tiny. So small, so fragile... so... -- fine?It takes a moment. A long moment that keeps the tall man's heart in his throat. But a moment. And then all of a sudden, Litten is up again. She makes a little whining noise, drunkenly stumbling to her feet, looking a bit worse for wear. But she shakes herself off, ears twitching. Her eyes are a little unfocused as she staggers, but they sharpen a little as she blinks rapidly, shaking her head. "Are you okay...? Hey, take it easy sweetie, we don't have to--" Devereux is cut off with a little mrowl as Litten steadies herself as much as she can on shaky feet. She stares him down - something passes between them, because after a long moment, he nods. "Are you sure? ...Alright then. Litten, hang in there - Scratch, one more time!"Her run forward is a bit wobbly, but once she makes it back into the painted lines, Litten pauses, and stares up at Admiral defiantly. And then she rushes forward once more, zipping towards Admiral and leaping up to take one more swipe! OOC: Litten uses Scratch! It rolls... 5 ! It hits! Wailmer takes 9 damage! Wailmer now has 6 HP ! BATTLE CHANGES:Wailmer's Attack is currently -1 stage (12 points) ! Wailmer's HP is currently 6/24 ! Active Pokemon...LITTEN | Current HP: 3/9 Status: Normal Stat Changes: None |
Litten // Level 1 // Female Max HP | Attack | Defense | Speed | 9
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Ability: BlazeHeld item: None Moves: Growl, Scratch
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