Post by NEOS RAVELLE on Jan 14, 2018 16:11:14 GMT -6
( Do you have the Razor Claw and Razor Fang? ) a large, male Sneasel asked, eyeing a nervous-looking trainer.
“Yeah, Vize,” the trainer replied, digging into his lab coat’s pockets. “It’s -- OW. Romileus! Stop doing that!”
The big, pink Gligar snickered, grinning innocently. ( I just want to show you something! ) the ground-type said. ( It’s this new restaurant that opened up! We should go -- )
( Damn it, Romileus! Not now! We have shit to do! ) Vize snapped, baring his fangs in annoyance. ( Get your goofy ass over here! )
Romileus slumped his shoulders and sulked in disappointment before taking his place beside Vize. Vize looked up at the clear, night sky; he grinned. ( The conditions are perfect. Aren’t you excited, Romileus? )
( I guess? I’m hungry though, ) Romileus said, patting his gut with a meaty pincer.
Vize lowered his eyelids. ( We’ll get you something to eat AFTER we evolve. ) The Sneasel’s pink eyes darted towards Neos. ( Neos! We are ready! )
Neos blinked and glanced down at the two evolutionary items in his palm: the Razor Fang and Razor Claw. He didn’t know too much about them at first until Vize informed him that both items were necessary to trigger evolution within the Sneasel and Gligar species. Vize had been talking about evolving ever since Neos adopted him from the Stellara Pokemon Adoption Center, claiming that it was the means in which he could finally tap into his true potential and bring out his full power. Romileus wasn’t as passionate about evolving, but he did remember how powerful and cool the Gliscor leader of his old Gligar gang was, and the chance to be able to become a Gliscor was one that he couldn’t pass up. Plus, if he was a big, strong, admirable Gliscor, then Neos would have to pay attention to him more!
With a final nod, Neos tossed the two evolutionary items at his two Pokemon. Both Vize and Romileus caught their respective items with ease and almost immediately, the transformations begun, enveloping the two Pokemon in a bright, white light. Neos watched in silent awe as Vize’s and Romileus’s forms changed dramatically; he couldn’t make out the exact details, but judging from their outlines, Vize and Romileus would look nothing like they did before. A few moments passed and the white light dissipated, revealing Vize and Romileus in their final forms: a Weavile and Gliscor.
( Yes! Finally! ) Vize exclaimed loudly, his voice now much deeper as a result of his recently completed evolution. The newly-evolved Weavile had grown tremendously, now standing at a startling five feet, four inches taller. His single head-feather was replaced with a crimson fanning, feathered headdress and two ear-feathers, and a matching, red collar crowned his neck. His pink eyes darkened to a piercing red hue, and his physical form was bigger, stronger, faster and much more intimidating in every way.
Romileus stood there, stunned. He had easily grown around four feet taller, about half a foot over seven feet tall. His ears became larger and more defined; his teeth became much sharper and shark-like; his jagged pincers looked like they could snap bone with ease. In truth, Romileus looked like a terrifying monster. However, despite his intimidating appearance, he was still as affectionate and carefree as ever, and he was still a little bit too obsessed with his trainer. ( I feel different, ) Romileus said, looking down at this new form. ( I like it! )
Vize walked up into Neos, nearly tall enough to look the human in the eyes. ( Impressed? )
“... How are you so tall?” Neos asked.
( Good genes, ) Vize replied. ( Not all Pokemon are the same, you know. )
“Well, yes, but ... I just didn’t expect something like this.”
( And neither did I, but I’m glad it has happened! I must thank you for retrieving the Razor Claw. I assure you that you will not be disappointed by my new power, ) Vize said, nodding.
( Yeah, thanks Neos! ) Romileus yelled. Before Neos knew it, Romileus snatched him up into his arms and gave him a tight, almost too tight hug. Then, the Gliscor stuck out his massive tongue, one that was bigger than Neos’s entire head, and licked Neos on the face affectionately. Neos sputtered and spat, his face now covered in a thin layer of Gliscor saliva.
“... You’re welcome,” the researcher grumbled, furiously digging in his pocket for the towel he kept on him. He learned to keep one close by ever since he discovered that Romileus loved to show affection with licking. As Neos wiped his face, Romileus plopped down on his bottom, still hugging Neos close to his body.
Vize smirked. ( Romileus, how about we test our new power with a spar? )
Romileus tilted his head. ( Huh? Oh. I guess. I’m still hungry though! )
Vize made a face. ( When are you not hungry?! You had enough food to feed the entire damn region twice over hours ago! )
( I’m a growing boy! ) Romileus said.
( Just spar with me! ) Vize demanded.
Neos sighed as his two Pokemon bickered. “You two…”
Vize and Romileus stopped to look at Neos. The trainer held up a hand.
“What’s the plan now? … You two have evolved.”
( We prepare to take on the Stellara League, of course! ) Vize piped, curling a pale-furred paw into a fist. ( Surely you know about the notorious Stellara League, correct? The one responsible for crushing many trainers’ dreams? )
“I do, but I didn’t really travel to Stellara to pursue the gyms. I came here because it seemed like a perfect place to broaden my horizons,” Neos explained.
( What?! What kind of trainer doesn’t want to conquer gyms and Pokemon Leagues?! ) Vize exclaimed. ( The Stellara Pokemon League is the perfect way to put your skills and ours to the test! )
Neos frowned. “I don’t really consider myself much of a trainer.”
Romileus hugged his trainer tight. ( You are the perfect trainer to me! ) the massive gliscor reassured.
“... Thanks,” Neos said gratefully.
Vize’s expression hardened. ( Fine. You do not have to challenge the Stellara Pokemon League at this moment. Besides, Romileus and I are simply not powerful enough to contend at the moment even in our evolved forms. ) The huge Weavile rubbed his chin with a paw. ( Plus, we need to find other Pokemon willing to join our cause. But not just any Pokemon. They need to share the same passion and drive that we do. )
Vize glanced at Romileus. The Gliscor stared back in confusion, still hugging Neos close to his body. ( What? ) Romileus asked. ( Hey! I can battle too! )
( So you can, ) Vize said, unconvinced. ( But just being able to battle is not enough. Everything about our team must be perfect if we are to conquer the Stellara Pokemon League. )
Neos adjusted his baseball cap. “I guess,” Neos mumbled, rubbing his dark-skinned hands together. “I suppose I can challenge the gyms just to see how they are.”
Romileus frowned and nuzzled Neos. ( You don’t have to challenge them if you don’t want to! )
Vize’s eye twitched.
“... That’s true, but I might as well see what they’re all about. They must really be something if Vize is this intent on beating them,” Neos said.
( I assure you, you will gain much challenging them. Now, before we do that, we all must improve for the better. Then, once Romileus and I are at an acceptable strength, we can focus our efforts into finding another Pokemon willing to be a part of our team, ) Vize said, crossing his arms.
Neos gave the Weavile an apprehensive look.
( It will work out, Neos, ) Vize reassured with a smile. ( Now, Romileus, if you would spar with me-- )
( As long as we can get food afterwards! ) the Gliscor piped.
.
( Fine! We can get food! Just get your giant ass over here and spar! )
Romileus stood at his full eight foot height and placed Neos down on the ground. With a flare of his wings, he took up to the skies and hovered idly as Vize took up a fighting stance. Neos brushed his shirt off and watched as his two Pokemon battled, each displaying his newly gained moves and abilities. It was quite the spectacle and one that gave Neos a glimpse into the potential his Pokemon had.
Still, Neos couldn’t help but feel he was out of his league and that his slow ease into Pokemon training would quickly warp into a living nightmare.
POKEMON:
“Yeah, Vize,” the trainer replied, digging into his lab coat’s pockets. “It’s -- OW. Romileus! Stop doing that!”
The big, pink Gligar snickered, grinning innocently. ( I just want to show you something! ) the ground-type said. ( It’s this new restaurant that opened up! We should go -- )
( Damn it, Romileus! Not now! We have shit to do! ) Vize snapped, baring his fangs in annoyance. ( Get your goofy ass over here! )
Romileus slumped his shoulders and sulked in disappointment before taking his place beside Vize. Vize looked up at the clear, night sky; he grinned. ( The conditions are perfect. Aren’t you excited, Romileus? )
( I guess? I’m hungry though, ) Romileus said, patting his gut with a meaty pincer.
Vize lowered his eyelids. ( We’ll get you something to eat AFTER we evolve. ) The Sneasel’s pink eyes darted towards Neos. ( Neos! We are ready! )
Neos blinked and glanced down at the two evolutionary items in his palm: the Razor Fang and Razor Claw. He didn’t know too much about them at first until Vize informed him that both items were necessary to trigger evolution within the Sneasel and Gligar species. Vize had been talking about evolving ever since Neos adopted him from the Stellara Pokemon Adoption Center, claiming that it was the means in which he could finally tap into his true potential and bring out his full power. Romileus wasn’t as passionate about evolving, but he did remember how powerful and cool the Gliscor leader of his old Gligar gang was, and the chance to be able to become a Gliscor was one that he couldn’t pass up. Plus, if he was a big, strong, admirable Gliscor, then Neos would have to pay attention to him more!
With a final nod, Neos tossed the two evolutionary items at his two Pokemon. Both Vize and Romileus caught their respective items with ease and almost immediately, the transformations begun, enveloping the two Pokemon in a bright, white light. Neos watched in silent awe as Vize’s and Romileus’s forms changed dramatically; he couldn’t make out the exact details, but judging from their outlines, Vize and Romileus would look nothing like they did before. A few moments passed and the white light dissipated, revealing Vize and Romileus in their final forms: a Weavile and Gliscor.
( Yes! Finally! ) Vize exclaimed loudly, his voice now much deeper as a result of his recently completed evolution. The newly-evolved Weavile had grown tremendously, now standing at a startling five feet, four inches taller. His single head-feather was replaced with a crimson fanning, feathered headdress and two ear-feathers, and a matching, red collar crowned his neck. His pink eyes darkened to a piercing red hue, and his physical form was bigger, stronger, faster and much more intimidating in every way.
Romileus stood there, stunned. He had easily grown around four feet taller, about half a foot over seven feet tall. His ears became larger and more defined; his teeth became much sharper and shark-like; his jagged pincers looked like they could snap bone with ease. In truth, Romileus looked like a terrifying monster. However, despite his intimidating appearance, he was still as affectionate and carefree as ever, and he was still a little bit too obsessed with his trainer. ( I feel different, ) Romileus said, looking down at this new form. ( I like it! )
Vize walked up into Neos, nearly tall enough to look the human in the eyes. ( Impressed? )
“... How are you so tall?” Neos asked.
( Good genes, ) Vize replied. ( Not all Pokemon are the same, you know. )
“Well, yes, but ... I just didn’t expect something like this.”
( And neither did I, but I’m glad it has happened! I must thank you for retrieving the Razor Claw. I assure you that you will not be disappointed by my new power, ) Vize said, nodding.
( Yeah, thanks Neos! ) Romileus yelled. Before Neos knew it, Romileus snatched him up into his arms and gave him a tight, almost too tight hug. Then, the Gliscor stuck out his massive tongue, one that was bigger than Neos’s entire head, and licked Neos on the face affectionately. Neos sputtered and spat, his face now covered in a thin layer of Gliscor saliva.
“... You’re welcome,” the researcher grumbled, furiously digging in his pocket for the towel he kept on him. He learned to keep one close by ever since he discovered that Romileus loved to show affection with licking. As Neos wiped his face, Romileus plopped down on his bottom, still hugging Neos close to his body.
Vize smirked. ( Romileus, how about we test our new power with a spar? )
Romileus tilted his head. ( Huh? Oh. I guess. I’m still hungry though! )
Vize made a face. ( When are you not hungry?! You had enough food to feed the entire damn region twice over hours ago! )
( I’m a growing boy! ) Romileus said.
( Just spar with me! ) Vize demanded.
Neos sighed as his two Pokemon bickered. “You two…”
Vize and Romileus stopped to look at Neos. The trainer held up a hand.
“What’s the plan now? … You two have evolved.”
( We prepare to take on the Stellara League, of course! ) Vize piped, curling a pale-furred paw into a fist. ( Surely you know about the notorious Stellara League, correct? The one responsible for crushing many trainers’ dreams? )
“I do, but I didn’t really travel to Stellara to pursue the gyms. I came here because it seemed like a perfect place to broaden my horizons,” Neos explained.
( What?! What kind of trainer doesn’t want to conquer gyms and Pokemon Leagues?! ) Vize exclaimed. ( The Stellara Pokemon League is the perfect way to put your skills and ours to the test! )
Neos frowned. “I don’t really consider myself much of a trainer.”
Romileus hugged his trainer tight. ( You are the perfect trainer to me! ) the massive gliscor reassured.
“... Thanks,” Neos said gratefully.
Vize’s expression hardened. ( Fine. You do not have to challenge the Stellara Pokemon League at this moment. Besides, Romileus and I are simply not powerful enough to contend at the moment even in our evolved forms. ) The huge Weavile rubbed his chin with a paw. ( Plus, we need to find other Pokemon willing to join our cause. But not just any Pokemon. They need to share the same passion and drive that we do. )
Vize glanced at Romileus. The Gliscor stared back in confusion, still hugging Neos close to his body. ( What? ) Romileus asked. ( Hey! I can battle too! )
( So you can, ) Vize said, unconvinced. ( But just being able to battle is not enough. Everything about our team must be perfect if we are to conquer the Stellara Pokemon League. )
Neos adjusted his baseball cap. “I guess,” Neos mumbled, rubbing his dark-skinned hands together. “I suppose I can challenge the gyms just to see how they are.”
Romileus frowned and nuzzled Neos. ( You don’t have to challenge them if you don’t want to! )
Vize’s eye twitched.
“... That’s true, but I might as well see what they’re all about. They must really be something if Vize is this intent on beating them,” Neos said.
( I assure you, you will gain much challenging them. Now, before we do that, we all must improve for the better. Then, once Romileus and I are at an acceptable strength, we can focus our efforts into finding another Pokemon willing to be a part of our team, ) Vize said, crossing his arms.
Neos gave the Weavile an apprehensive look.
( It will work out, Neos, ) Vize reassured with a smile. ( Now, Romileus, if you would spar with me-- )
( As long as we can get food afterwards! ) the Gliscor piped.
.
( Fine! We can get food! Just get your giant ass over here and spar! )
Romileus stood at his full eight foot height and placed Neos down on the ground. With a flare of his wings, he took up to the skies and hovered idly as Vize took up a fighting stance. Neos brushed his shirt off and watched as his two Pokemon battled, each displaying his newly gained moves and abilities. It was quite the spectacle and one that gave Neos a glimpse into the potential his Pokemon had.
Still, Neos couldn’t help but feel he was out of his league and that his slow ease into Pokemon training would quickly warp into a living nightmare.
POKEMON:
-- Vize: Level 10 Weavile ( Quick Attack, Leer, Revenge, Icicle Crash, Assurance, Taunt, Feint Attack)
-- Romileus: Level 8 Gliscor ( Guillotine, Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Ice Fang, Poison Jab, Harden, Knock Off )
