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Squall Torrent
Trainer
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Posts: 45
Likes: 3
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Hunter
Class 3: Ace Trainer
EXP: 14
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Post by Squall Torrent on Dec 23, 2017 9:36:08 GMT -6
Stretching her arms high above her head Squall felt joints pop along her back and in her shoulders. A huge yawn bisected her pale features while the sound she let out was anything but lady-like. Having been on the move for the better half of a month with the days long and the nights short had taken its tole on her. Sleeping under the stars with the sound of rolling waves lulling her to sleep had been the recovery she'd needed.
Raising his head from where it had been resting on the top of his paws Doom barked a soft good morning to his trainer, who had slept in longer than normal. The canine enjoyed the beach just as well as his trainer, if not more so. He'd dug himself a small hole in the sand next to their camp fire for comfort and shifted his position to better watch his trainer prepare their breakfast. Though he was unwilling to completely get up, he deserved a bit of laziness.
Embeara on the other hand had been awake for the better part of an hour and had already gathered a small nest of colorful seashells. She had flown the shore line in search of red, pink and purple shells, grasping each in her tiny claws so that she could hoard them. Embeara knew that her trainer planned on staying at the beach for at least a week and she desired a place where she could sleep in comfort just like her dog and ant companions.
The Trapinch on the other hand already had his home set, the sands were his home, his comfort place, he'd simply pushed sand this way and that till he was only about a fourth of the way uncovered. He still slept fitfully, uncaring of the noise that his other teammates were now making.
Sitting on the edge of a log she'd dragged besides the fire the night before Squall chewed on dried jerky and sipped strong black coffee. Her eyes were on endless ocean, watching the sea foam and clear, early morning sky. This is what she lived for, the beauty in nature.
WC: 376 TAG: DOUG Notes: Can turn into a battle thread. |   Doom
Growlithe
Level 8
- Bite
- Roar
- Ember
- Leer
- Heat Wave (Multi-hit)
- Flamethrower Salvation
Trapinch
Level 5
- Bide
- Feint attack
- Bite
- Mud Slap
-Sand Attack Embeara
Fletchinder
Level 5
- Growl
- Tackle
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Doug Freeman
Gym Leader
305 Posts
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"I got this." And so he didn't.
Posts: 305
Likes: 42
Class 1: Type Expert [Bug]
Class 2: Type Expert [Fighting]
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 37
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Post by Doug Freeman on Dec 24, 2017 14:06:25 GMT -6
The early Bird Gets the worm. Or some nonsense like that; his mother had the habit of rambling while running him and his father through the 'paces', and between his own loud panting and the feeling that his heart would burst out of his chest, he hardly ever got anything out of her words. He didn't need to listen to her for the habits she had so thoroughly instilled into his body to take over, however. One such habit was that of being a morning person. Trained into him since he could remember, he hadn't slept in ever. His mother wouldn't allow it, and over time, her presence became unnecessary. He just could not sleep in. Or not run himself through 'the paces' without growing restless, for that matter. Excess energy, his mother had guessed. Jogging was barely the tip of the iceberg in his routine; certainly the most boring of all the exercises. He had to constantly keep his imagination wandering. The dawn at the beach provided a most beautiful backdrop for his running silhoutte... Pity he didn't give a flying crap about appreciating the sights. He just wanted to be done with the routine so he could get to doing something actually important. His belt still felt empty with only three filled pokeballs. His search for the perfect team was still a work in progress. Traveling as much as he did and taking on so many odd jobs to fuel his travel had slowed down his pokemon's training considerably. At least Larvesta was doing just a bit better, he supposed. She wasn't as much of a wuss now... His steps slowed down slightly as a figure entered his line of sight, his eyes drawn towards the familiar shape of another person and the light of a fire. His pace slowed to nothing, the boy jogging in place. Someone had actually camped at the beach? She had pokemon with her, so she was probably a trainer. Hmm. Well he did need to pick up his training. "Morning!"
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Squall Torrent
Trainer
45 Posts
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Posts: 45
Likes: 3
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Hunter
Class 3: Ace Trainer
EXP: 14
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Post by Squall Torrent on Dec 24, 2017 14:51:19 GMT -6
Doom perked his ears up, lifting his head so that he could look into the distance. Squall paused in sipping her coffee to follow his eyes with her own. Sure enough a lean body was jogging their way, the patter of their feet in the sand barely concernable over the sound of the waves. Raising himself to his paws, Doom took a few steps forward, a growl rumbling in his chest, he was protective of his trainer. "Calm now." Squall commanded, lowering her cup to the sand and coming to stand next to her companion with a hand on his shoulders. The canine quieted instantly though his tail was still high. The girl had no qualms about defending herself if the intruder chose to be aggressive but until then she would give them the benefit of the situation. They were on public property and there was always that saying 'innocent until proven guilty'.
A few paces from the camp the boy stopped, well he didn't really stop he still jogged in the same place. Dark red hair cut short was the most notable feature of the young boy, the second was the scar that bisected his left cheek.
"Good morning." Squall greeting warmly, adding a smile at the end. "What brings you here to this desolate beach," She quirked an eyebrow and added. "besides running that is."
WC: 225 TAG: DOUG Notes: Well hello. | Doom
Growlithe
Level 8
- Bite
- Roar
- Ember
- Leer
- Heat Wave (Multi-hit)
- Flamethrower Salvation
Trapinch
Level 5
- Bide
- Feint attack
- Bite
- Mud Slap
-Sand Attack Embeara
Fletchinder
Level 5
- Growl
- Tackle
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Doug Freeman
Gym Leader
305 Posts
42 Likes
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"I got this." And so he didn't.
Posts: 305
Likes: 42
Class 1: Type Expert [Bug]
Class 2: Type Expert [Fighting]
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 37
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Post by Doug Freeman on Dec 24, 2017 16:25:39 GMT -6
'Sup. The boy didn't seem to mind getting barked at, mostly keeping his attention on the woman. He hummed in response to her question. She was being nice enough; that was good. Reactions to him tended to be varied. Then again, he tended to screw up first impressions far worse than simply jogging up to someone. "Just jogging, actually." He admitted, still jogging in place, his tone slightly thoughtful. "Actually, just saw you with these pokemon and thought you might be a trainer." He commented as he reached into his belt, producing a single tiny ball. How long had he been doing this for, again...? Whatever, his PokeNav would beep to inform him when he was done. As if on cue, his PokeNav started beeping, making him slowly come to a stop. He juggled his single pokeball in his palm as he began stretching his legs to cool down. "It's a bit early, but mind if I challenge you to a pokemon battle?" He asked her as he stretched his arms above his head, now done with his legs. "I figured I should get my pokemon into the early bird habit as well." It had been a while since he had done anything but run the tiny bugs through the paces. Done with his stretching, he finally pointed his pokeball at her, grinning confidently. "I'll treat you to breakfast to make up for it later."
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Squall Torrent
Trainer
45 Posts
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Posts: 45
Likes: 3
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Hunter
Class 3: Ace Trainer
EXP: 14
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Post by Squall Torrent on Dec 24, 2017 18:32:31 GMT -6
The boy presented a Pokeball proudly and Squall couldn't help but feel intrigued with what he might have hidden inside. He still jogged in place to keep up his heart rate which Squall found commendable. "I don't mind us battling!" Squall replied, half excited, half nervous because she still didn't know what the trainer held. "But it would be nice to know your name." The blond found it quite interesting that the red head would challenge her before offering his name. "I am Squall," Pointing to her Growlithe she offered. "And this is Doom."
Embeara the Fletchling chose that moment to fly to her owner and land on her shoulder protectively. "My Fletching Embeara." The Torpinch was still in his hole, she'd introduce him if the time came.
"Doom, let's do this." Doom pawed a few steps forward, barking in excitement, he loved a good battle. "You can have the first move!"
WC: 152 TAG: DOUG Notes: Your Move | Doom
Growlithe
Level 8
- Bite
- Roar
- Ember
- Leer
- Heat Wave (Multi-hit)
- Flamethrower Salvation
TrapincH
Level 5
- Bide
- Feint attack
- Bite
- Mud Slap
-Sand Attack EmbeaRa
Fletchinder
Level 5
- Growl
- Tackle
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Doug Freeman
Gym Leader
305 Posts
42 Likes
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"I got this." And so he didn't.
Posts: 305
Likes: 42
Class 1: Type Expert [Bug]
Class 2: Type Expert [Fighting]
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 37
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Post by Doug Freeman on Dec 24, 2017 19:06:10 GMT -6
Why, thank you. A quick look at the pokemon would tell most enough, but Doug deemed it necessary to scan it with his dex anyways. A pure fire type from Kanto. He supposed he was going to have to deal with this eventually. Fire types were problematic to deal with when your pokemon were all bug types. "Oops." He muttered as his faux pas was pointed out, scratching at the back of his head sheepishly as he caught his pokeball. "Rushed ahead, sorry." He excused himself. "I'm Doug." He said simply, "Pleasure to battle ya." Rearing his arm back, the young man swung. The ball flew high, soaring in an arc before unleashing a ray of light into the sand. A tiny Joltik popped in front of the canine pokemon, blinking up lazily at the fiery dog. It seemed unfazed for the most part, turning around to face its trainer expectantly. "You can get a snack after the fight, mate. Bout time you actually earned your meals." said the boy with a smirk, winking at the spider. The Joltik squinted at him, looking less than pleased as the human raised his arm, pointing it at the Growlithe. "Let's start off, then! Use String shot!" Ordered the trainer, its pokemon sighing before training its gaze onto the canine. A string of webbing was suddenly shot the dog's way, flying towards it at a swift pace.
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Squall Torrent
Trainer
45 Posts
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Posts: 45
Likes: 3
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Hunter
Class 3: Ace Trainer
EXP: 14
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Post by Squall Torrent on Dec 31, 2017 7:43:55 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you Doug." Squall greeted but had little time for pleasantries as a spider like Joltik solidified before the team. Doom barked once, solidifying his stance as the other trainer spoke, the canine was ready for whatever the electric type had in store. Squall found it quite interesting that the Joltik didn't seem into the battle, the little yellow thing even had the gall to sigh at its trainer. The attack that came was surprisingly fast, the strong shooting through the air before Doom could gather so much as a breath. The web-like substance smothered the fire type, half covering his eyes in the process. Growling in response the dog shook his fur so that most of the web fell to the ground, though some still stuck around. Squall didn't like seeing the residue so she commanded her companion with a strong voice. "Use Ember, the web should burn too!" Barking his agreement the canine breathed in deeply and then opened his jaws, flashing canines a moment before flames erupted from between them.
WC: 176 TAG: DOUG Notes: Sorry for the late reply. | Doom
Growlithe
Level 8
- BIte
- Roar
- Ember
- Leer
- Heat Wave (Multi-hit)
- Flamethrower Salvation
Trapinch
Level 5
- Bide
- Feint attack
- Bite
- Mud Slap
-Sand Attack Embeara
Fletchinder
Level 5
- Growl
- Tackle
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Doug Freeman
Gym Leader
305 Posts
42 Likes
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"I got this." And so he didn't.
Posts: 305
Likes: 42
Class 1: Type Expert [Bug]
Class 2: Type Expert [Fighting]
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 37
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Post by Doug Freeman on Dec 31, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -6
*Screams in Pokemon* The electric spider was quick to chop off the webbing the moment the canine's flame began to travel its length, watching sharply at how the flames affected the tiny dog. Even fire types weren't immune to fire. If this one was... well then, its ability was an easy guess. "Get close, Joltik." He ordered his pokemon as the canine burned off the webbing, folding his arms behind his back to keep them from moving too quickly. Last thing he needed was to give it away. The Joltik was swift to zip around the embers until it was a mere few feet away from the Growlithe, the webbing still burning down as it looked up at the fire type. "Use Screech!" Ordered the boy as he quickly slapped his hands over his ears. A highpitched, ear splitting wail tore out of the tiny spider's throat like a shockwave, the bugcatcher gritting his teeth and hugging his ears tighter as resounding screech resonated across the beach.
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