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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Feb 14, 2018 16:37:14 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me People had never been a thing that Ryusuke had dealt particularly well with... and yet here he was. Smack dab in the middle of them on every side. Vega City was not a place that the blond figured he would ever get used to. When he'd been growing up Ryusuke had assumed that Lilycove and Rustboro were fairly sizable for cities, and to a point they certainly were. At the same time, though, they had nothing on Vega's noise, the hustle and bustle of its occupants at all times of the day and night. And with the Gala? To say that he had conflicted feelings on the whole ordeal was an understatement. Left to his own devices Ryusuke would've been perfectly content to stay holed up in the Pokemon Center and to just ride out the event with a book or some other form of entertainment. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one with a say in the matter, though. "Hey! Treecko?! Where'd yo-" Ryusuke had been shouting, only to find himself cut off as a man nearly twice his size moved past without seeing the much shorter trainer, nearly knocking him over and cutting off his voice in the process. One would think that wearing a crimson travel coat would allow you to stand out a bit, but as the trainer grimaced slightly from the impact... another thing about Stellara that he didn't think he was going to get used to anytime soon. Eridani, Lacaille and now Vega - three cities, and people had been practically running him over three for three. They weren't going to be able to get to the countryside in the northern part of the region fast enough. ("Hey! Up here!")Looking around as much as he could for the source of the familiar sound, it took Ryusuke a moment to register the fact that it was coming from somewhere above him - and even then it wasn't easily located. As well lit as the streets and stalls were the buildings behind them were another story, and despite being a different color than his beige and gray surroundings Treecko very nearly blended in with the darkened wall around him. Why he seemed to think going up to the second story ledge was a good idea was another matter entirely, but Ryusuke had to assume that it was just a quirk of the species - the lizard was always climbing something when he could do that rather than remain on the ground. Seeing that he had Ryusuke's attention, though, Treecko would pause simply to point over a shoulder towards some location further down the street before dropping to all fours to quickly crawl along the building's ledge in that direction. Not entirely sure what the Pokemon wanted - or wanted to show him - Ryusuke didn't have much choice but to either let him go or follow. Taking a breath to steady himself for an uphill fight, the blond began to work his way through the crowd in that direction, shouldering himself into any gaps in the crowd that he could find.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Edwin Armadale
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Posts: 68
Likes: 4
Class 1: Type Expert [Flying]
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Researcher
EXP: 19
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Post by Edwin Armadale on Feb 15, 2018 3:08:22 GMT -6
Edwin's stay in Vega City so far had been something of a surprising turn of events. For one thing, he had been frequently challenged to numerous offscreen battles and... seemed to go really well in most of them. For one thing, Bellamy and Sten - his Sneasel and Rockruff, seemed to hate each other just a little less as they learned to appreciate each other's strengths and weaknesses. A fire type in front of them? Sten could beat it and Bellamy couldn't. But a Grass type? Sten would take a beating while Bellamy could dispatch it easily.
The way his pokemon were growing, Edwin thought they might even be in condition to challenge a gym soon. And on top of that, earlier this day as he was having lunch, he was approached by a little Gligar. He seemed persistent in watching expectantly for food, until all natural pokemon skittishness around humans was evaporated and the Gligar just... walked up to him and held out his claws expectantly. Edwin then shared his food, and, soon figured out that the Gligar was friendly. One thing led to another, and, the Gligar accepted his offer to be a part of his team. Which was... kinda nice. He had Arkady's kindness and Bellamy and Sten's streetwise wits. Maybe he was the link he needed to bring his team together?
Anyway, at this moment, Edwin was walking around as part of the crowd. His only pokemon out were his two flying pokemon - Arkady and Luke, perched on either shoulder. As much as he'd like to have Bellamy and Sten out too, well, it was a little too crowded for them to move around safely. He had almost lost them the other night when they had disappeared into a crowd watching a live music performance, only to look up in dismay as Bellamy appeared on the stage and danced along. He seemed well received at least, and even made an exasperated Sten dance too when he reached him. Well, at least Edwin had got an autograph from the band for the trouble. All were happy, mainly because a Sneasel in a T-shirt dancing with a Rockruff was very cute.
Arkady meanwhile was watching his surroundings excitedly. There was just so much going on, and he wanted to make sure that his trainer and friends didn't miss out on it. Especially in that he had another friend to share things with. Eventually, he caught sight of something green climbing up one of the buildings. Was that a Treecko?
("Ooh, Luke, what's that guy doing up there?") he asked the Gligar in pokespeak.
("Maybe there's something up there?") Luke replied. ("How about you take a look? I'd do it myself, but, not much wind in the city, can't fly that far")
Arkady nodded. He could find them easily enough. He flapped his wings, making Edwin look up uncertainly, then flew toward the Treecko, hovering near him as he reached him. ("Hiya! Anything exciting going on up here?") the Noibat asked eagerly. Edwin watched curiously, slowing down in the crowd.
Pokemon on hand:
Arkady the Noibat - Lv. 16, Wing Attack, Supersonic, Bite, Absorb, Gust, Snatch
Sten the Rockruff - Lv. 15, Tackle, Leer, Sand Attack, Bite, Howl, Rock Throw
Bellamy the Sneasel - Lv. 15, Scratch, Icy Wind, Taunt, Quick Attack, Feint Attack, Ice Punch
Luke the Gligar - Lv. 15, Poison Sting, Sand Attack, Harden, Knock Off, Quick Attack
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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Posts: 107
Likes: 23
Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Feb 16, 2018 3:12:55 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me If there was one thing that Treecko hadn't been counting on it was the idea of outside interference. As the Wood Gecko's sharp vision caught sight of Ryusuke below and saw the short trainer begin trying to edge his way through the crowd and towards the place that the Grass type had pointed to he was all but ready to follow from the rooftops. Had just started to do so, in fact, when he caught notice of another unusual movement at the edge of his vision... and unlike Ryusuke, this new individual was quite a bit smaller than a human and heading straight for him. Given his past run ins with Flying types Treecko's first instinct was to immediately put himself on guard, standing back up on his hind legs and turning to face whatever it was approaching, ready for a fight. It was a reaction that soon seemed entirely unnecessary, however, as the second Pokemon wasn't some pissed off Murkrow or random Zubat that had managed to find a roosting place under one of the ledges nearby. Close enough by appearance, certainly, but given the fact that this thing was considerate enough to talk before starting shit... (".... nope. Need help with something, or just a social call?") Treecko answered, taking a moment to glance from the Flying type and back to the crowd below - and unsurprisingly, having lost track of his partner in the time he'd spent looking to the new arrival. Something that brought forth a spark of irritation from the Grass type but one that was kept relatively well hidden, yellow eyes shifting back to the new Pokemon but occasionally glancing to the crowd below. ("Seriously, though. Can I help you, or...?") Under normal circumstances he might've been perfectly willing to spend the da- night, whatever, chatting away with this stranger, but frankly speaking he honestly had no idea where he'd just sent Ryusuke and that wasn't an idea the Wood Gecko was particularly okay with. It was one thing when he was there and present to keep an eye on the blond but both of them had a rather poor track record for avoiding trouble in a general sense.
Much of that, however, was something that Ryusuke himself was beginning to catch onto. It had taken a few minutes to make any sort of significant headway through the crowded streets without stepping on any toes - both figuratively and literally - but by the time the blond managed to reach a point where people were no longer shoulder to shoulder anymore... there was nothing? Well, not nothing- nothing, but all the trainer saw was one of the less crowded city squares, the edges lined with a handful of stalls but decidedly less showy looking ones. The people that were there all seemed to be taking a break from the festivities, and while Ryusuke was very much okay with the lessened sound, noise and proximity to other people he was beginning to get the distinct impression that he'd been led on a wild goose chase. "Treecko, the hell?" The trainer muttered, looking around for any sign of the Wood Gecko before remembering that the Pokemon had taken to the window ledges before. Chances were that he was probably still up there and well out of reach, and likely watching the blond right now. As he shifted his gaze upwards, though, Ryusuke didn't catch any sign of the Pokemon. Not on the buildings near the street he'd just come from, nor on any of the others as the trainer's gaze began sweeping across the edges of the square to widen his search. "Ah, come on. Do not have the time or patience for this tonight." Ryusuke said, albeit mostly to himself as he backed towards the center of the square where there were fewer people bar those sitting along the edge of a large stone fountain. Gloved hands in his coat pockets, the teen idly caught himself running one over the Pokeballs attached to his belt through the cloth and toying with the idea of trying to use Houndour to track the other Pokemon down. It was an idea discarded just as quickly as it popped into his head, though. Even if he trusted a new Pokemon to do the job as well as his older ones, fact was that it probably wouldn't work here. The streets were chaos, and Treecko was probably avoiding them in the first place. Hard to pick up a trail you couldn't physically follow.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Mei-Long
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Don't think, Feel.
Posts: 57
Likes: 9
Class 1: Martial Artist
Class 2: Aura Guardian
Class 3: Type Expert [Fighting]
EXP: 26
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Post by Mei-Long on Feb 16, 2018 16:32:10 GMT -6
Lunch by the Fountain The Gala was nowhere nearly as fancy as the name would have tipped one off. If anything, Mei-Long would have called it a festival instead. Though Vega City held very little similarities to Blackthorn, just thinking of the word festival made the woman nostalgic, bringing her back to her early youth, back when her parents were both still alive and her brothers made sure to visit at least once every few months. Sitting by the stone edge of the fountain, the woman exhaled slowly, her breath still hot from the tea she had just lowered from her lips. A bentō like container sat by her thigh, its contents nearly finished. A thermos was besides it, still having some tea in it. Her son's cooking had improved noticeably since he left Shaula, to her enjoyment. The boy was helping his father manage the man's stall in the Gala, which left her and her student, Meditite, with some time to get to know each other better. The Meditite sat by her, the bentō between them. She ate some of the food contentedly, leftovers still dotting her cheeks.
Team
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Edwin Armadale
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Class 1: Type Expert [Flying]
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Researcher
EXP: 19
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Post by Edwin Armadale on Feb 19, 2018 5:41:07 GMT -6
Arkady realized he was probably being a bit abrupt here and might have been interrupting something, he sweatdropped and made an awkward expression. ("Ah, sorry, just saw you up here and wondered if there was something interesting happening. There's so much happening around this city! It's kinda hard to keep up").
("Ah, well, if there's nothing going on, I'll, ah, head back to my trainer") Arkady answered, realizing the Treecko might be getting a bit more irritated at his interruption. ("Is your trainer down there somewhere? I'm really sorry if I made you lose sight of them. If you could tell me what they look like from above I could try and help look for them?") It was the polite thing to do after all, since he had been so rude.
Edwin meanwhile was feeling a little more awkward with all this commotion happening around him without any idea of what was going on. He saw a lady with a Meditite and a Bento box nearby, but, didn't really have an excuse to approach, so, merely looked up at Arkady, wondering what was going on with the Treecko. Luke meanwhile was keeping his ears peeled for anything that might be useful to find out what the current situation was. Maybe he should go and check up on Arkady if he was having trouble with the Treecko? Eh, maybe not.
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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Posts: 107
Likes: 23
Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Feb 20, 2018 16:42:46 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me Treecko certainly wasn't going to contradict the Flying type on that much. Vega was a mess to begin with, and while that normally wasn't something that would've bothered him so much were he on his own the Grass type had to admit that it made trying to keep track of anything her a damned nightmare. Nothing at all natural about the place, so anything that didn't normally belong actually fit right in by some strange paradox. Most Pokemon might've been able to easily track a person or object in their native environment or any natural one they'd spent enough time in, but cities had always held some sort of difficulty in that regard. Between Vega's usual chaos on top of the Gala, though, keeping track of anything from a distance was a much more difficult endeavor than he'd originally anticipated. With the Pokemon's next comment about returning to their own trainer, though, the Wood Gecko would return to moving along in the direction he originally had been. He had at least a general idea of where the blond had gone, and with how difficult it was for someone his size to quickly move through a crowd he couldn't have gotten far. At least that was Treecko's intent before hearing the other Pokemon speak again, this time with an offer of help. It wasn't enough to make Treecko look back, but certainly something that made the Grass type stop and hesitate. It was quite true that a Flying type would be invaluable in trying to find someone in an environment like this... but at the same time Treecko wasn't really one to immediately trust strangers, either. Due to moving forward, however, the center of a nearby square up ahead had come into view from his second story perch, a location that the Wood Gecko's eyes had begun to look over even as he considered his answer to the Flying type's proposal.
Yeah, no. This wasn't going to work, and that was becoming increasingly apparent as Ryusuke kept trying to scan the surrounding area from a ground level view. He wasn't really tall enough to stand out even with a thinned out crowd, either, which meant that any of Treecko's attempts to find him - assuming the little bastard didn't already know - were probably going to be made just as difficult. Breaking off his search, Ryusuke would look around again, this time for something entirely different... and it didn't take long for him to locate what he was looking for this time. Turning around to head towards the center of the square, the blond would approach the fountain and the many people seated along the edge of it. "'scuse me." The trainer muttered, quickly vaulting up to stand on the edge of the fountain and making an effort to avoid the nearby woman and her meal. Feet planted solidly on the stone surface, Ryusuke almost immediately found that it made a marked improvement over the earlier situation. Coming to roughly shoulder height among most people, standing on the new ledge finally placed him at least a full head over most of the others in the square. At a glance he still wasn't able to see Treecko himself, but if the Grass type was looking it should be more than easy enough for the Pokemon to pick out the red of his coat from everyone else in the square. Not at all an incorrect assumption, either, if one were to turn their attention back to the second story ledge on which the Pokemon in question was standing. ("Nope, got 'im.") Treecko would finally respond to Arkady, spotting the distinct red and gold colors typically associated with his partner eventually making themselves known from the square below. Moving forward with a specific destination in mind this time, Treecko would quickly make his way towards the edge of the building where it met the square and drop down from the ledge and onto the cloth top of one of the many stalls lining the open space. The movement would not go unnoticed by Ryusuke as well along with the noted flash of green as the Pokemon entered the well lit space, and as his shoulders relaxed again the trainer resisted the urge to go after the Pokemon. Treecko knew where he was now, and that was liable to change if he went running off again. The crowd wasn't necessarily the safest place for a Pokemon the size of the Wood Gecko but it wasn't as busy or chaotic as the streets were, plus the Pokemon knew how to take care of himself. With his attention now able to wander a bit, though, the blond couldn't help but start to take notice of the other people around him. More notably, in fact, the woman who'd been eating her meal on the fountain's edge only a meter or two away. "Sorry about that, friend needed some help finding me." Ryusuke said, albeit less as an apology and more of an explanation as he glanced down. Considering that he hadn't accidentally kicked the woman or her food when he'd climbed up there really wasn't anything to apologize for. And normally, that would've been it for pleasantries as Ryusuke didn't tend to make a habit of speaking to complete strangers without reason. At the same time, though, he'd long since learned to trust his gut when it came to certain matters and something about her was bugging him since getting a second look at her. Nothing concrete that he could put his finger on, but enough to find himself throwing another downward glance as he waited for Treecko. "You wouldn't happen to be from Lilycove or Rustboro, would you?" The blond said after another moment of uncertainty, the hesitation evident in his voice as the question was put out there.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Mei-Long
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Don't think, Feel.
Posts: 57
Likes: 9
Class 1: Martial Artist
Class 2: Aura Guardian
Class 3: Type Expert [Fighting]
EXP: 26
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Post by Mei-Long on Feb 20, 2018 22:35:04 GMT -6
Lunch by the Fountain The mother didn't pay any mind to the short young boy that had propped himself over the fountain's edge, humming in response to his words while she stuffed a piece of takoyaki into her mouth. Not like the fountain belonged to her or anything. She was nearly done with her meal when the boy turned to her, excusing himself for... standing next to her, far as she could tell. She did not respond to that, instead nodding at him once again before turning back to her student. Noticing the crumbs and leftovers all over the small pokemon's cheeks, the woman produced a handkerchief and began wiping the tiny pokemon's cheeks clean. She was interrupted from cleaning her student up by the voice of the young lad. This time, he was (apparently) actually trying to engage her in conversation, asking/guessing at where she came from- And couldn't have gotten it more wrong, at that. "No; I've never been to Hoenn." She replied to the blonde. Hoenn was considerably far away, and even if she had family there, they usually just converged at the home of their youth when doing family reuinons from their side. "I am from Johto. Blackthorn." Why did the youth want to know anyways? Her gaze fell on him, and though he felt passingly familiar, she couldn't quite recognize the visage. For her part, Meditite reached into the box and yanked more treats out, smiling wide as she dipped the takoyaki into the homemade sauce and then holding the shiny, delicious treat in front of herself in wonder.
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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Posts: 107
Likes: 23
Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Feb 26, 2018 18:14:18 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me Well.... that was a bit awkward. Ryusuke's guess had been met with a rather flat denial from the woman, and he figured that it had to just be attributed to the fact that he had grown up in a port city. He'd never really spent much time in the city center when he could avoid it, all the more so after his accident, but... well, the local school was there and it meant he didn't really have a choice growing up. That meant interacting with people on at least some level, and after his dad had wound up in a wheelchair following their accident it wasn't like the man was capable of picking up Ryusuke or his sister from the local school. Given the Meditite it had seemed like a fair question to ask along with the nagging sense of familiarity, but it seemed like just a random case of deja vu after all. Although, on the note of his dad... the woman did say she was from Blackthorn, and Ryusuke had been there on one occasion back when he was just a kid- Most of that line of thought would be cut off as a small bark from the crowd below got the blond's attention, though, Treecko having found his way across from the building he'd been on before. "Yeah, yeah, I see you. What the hell, though? There's nothing out here, what was the point?" Ryusuke said, attention shifting almost immediately to the Wood Gecko as the trainer made a short hop down from the makeshift bench and to the ground again. He had a sneaking suspicion at this point that Treecko knew as much, though, the Grass type remaining silent as he quickly crawled towards his partner with clear intent. The moment that the lizard made to climb up his pant leg, though, Ryusuke reached down to pick him up - Treecko immediately beginning to squirm and curse in response - before setting him down on the place the blond had been standing upon before besides the woman. "Yeah, no." Ryusuke responded. Well aware of the Grass type glowering at being denied his favored spot on his shoulder, the blond took the opportunity to pull out his Nav and immediately switch to the map function. Even after a few days spent in Vega he still had no idea where he was going, and the Gala changed enough that he couldn't be entirely sure where he was now. His only goal at this point was to find a path back to the Pokemon Center, although as Treecko sat and folded his arms the Wood Gecko would take note of the other person there, curiously glancing from the woman to her Meditite in turn.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Mei-Long
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Don't think, Feel.
Posts: 57
Likes: 9
Class 1: Martial Artist
Class 2: Aura Guardian
Class 3: Type Expert [Fighting]
EXP: 26
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Post by Mei-Long on Feb 28, 2018 17:55:30 GMT -6
Lunch by the Fountain Silence followed her response, the woman not giving the short lived conversation too much mind as she turned her attention towards her student once again. She sighed as she reached for a clean handkerchief, noting the mess the Meditite was making of herself. She was not too graceful an eater; reminded her of her son in his toddler years. Far too enthusiastic to stuff their face. "This is the second time, lady." She chastised the Meditite as she began whipping her cheeks once again, the small pokemon flushing slightly at being 'caught' once more. Mei did her best to maintain her stern expression as she wiped the pokemon clean, her mind wondering just how was she going to help the little one leave her infatuation with food. Fasting was an important part of training for a Meditite; it was integral in order to achieve evolution. Despite having been caught seconds before, Meditite reached into the bento box soon as her teacher was done cleaning her face, only to find it completely empty. Stuffing her face as she had been before, she had missed it completely when she finished the last snack in the box. Soon after Mei found herself with her tiny student holding the empty box towards her face whilst on her tip toes, a pleading look on the pokemon's face. "Absolutely not." Replied the woman sternly. "Dave made these treats specifically for the carnival; they are fattening and unhealthy." To that, Meditite protested, patting her stomach while pointing at the empty box. "Of course they are delicious." Said Mei, snorting uncharacteristically. "Everything my husband and child make is delicious." She said, smiling with pride before immediately staring down the pokemon sternly. "It does not make these any less unhealthy. These will do little more than fatten you and slow down your growth, lady." The Meditite seemed ready to continue arguing before the woman brought up the last point, at which the tiny pokemon seemed to have no answer to, her face going pensive. Looking at the box of unhealthy treats in silence, the pokemon then glanced around, her gaze settling on Treeko. She immediately pointed at the grass type, patting at her stomach and then pointing at some of the restaurants. Mei hummed, looking pensive. Well... She was still a growing pokemon and what not. A strong appetite was to be expected. "A vegetarian meal is a much better choice, yes." She responded to the small pokemon. "I think I saw a vegetarian restaurant before..." She mumbled, glancing down the avenue she had come from before.
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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Likes: 23
Class 1: Ace Trainer
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Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Mar 6, 2018 23:19:48 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me Despite his obvious displeasure with Ryusuke's shut in and antisocial tendencies, Treecko found himself quickly reminded that his situation could have been worse. In spite of their bickering it was rare that they ever truly got into fights, and more often than not their respective disagreements were soon forgotten or forgiven - the Wood Gecko was fairly certain that by the time they got back to the Pokemon Center most of this incident would be forgotten by then if not tomorrow. At the very least, though, Treecko had never dealt with the prospective hell that the Meditite was now going through, something that the Grass type was given a renewed appreciation for as his partner stood in place and looked through his Nav's map. Granted, biology was also a helping factor there - Treecko didn't have much taste for foods that were actually bad for him, and foods rich in fats and calories tended to go right to his tail where they were supposed to be. All of this, frankly, was a line of thought that Treecko found extremely pleasing to reflect on, a small, not entirely intentional smirk crossing his face as the Medidite's trainer kept talking her down. At least until the other Pokemon's gaze swung Treecko's way, made a suggestive pantomime involving food and the trainer made some comment that sounded an awful lot like equating the Wood Gecko to an edible plant. ("Sorry, bit hard of hearing. You wot, mate?") Treecko started, arms unfolding as he started climbing up to his feet, both stance and voice carrying a clearly combative tone - incredibly easy to read, even if the neither human couldn't necessarily understand what was being said. Rather than hopping down to challenge the other Pokemon, though, Treecko would practically march straight up to the woman instead, arms once again folded as he glared up at her. While entirely within the realm of possibility Treecko wasn't in the habit of picking on smaller, weaker opponents unable to fight back. More to the point, though, the woman's interpretation of Meditite's actions were just as offensive as the Pokemon itself, and if nothing else she clearly felt responsible for the Pokemon.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Mei-Long
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Don't think, Feel.
Posts: 57
Likes: 9
Class 1: Martial Artist
Class 2: Aura Guardian
Class 3: Type Expert [Fighting]
EXP: 26
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Post by Mei-Long on Mar 15, 2018 15:10:46 GMT -6
Lunch by the Fountain Sadly for Treecko, Mei wasn't looking in front of her, she was looking at her student. "You've been eating since we got here. You've made it through at least 4000 calories in the space of 3 hours." She argued gently to the small Pokemon, who crossed her arms over her tummy, blushing in embarrassment. "No, I am not saying you are fat, don't misconstrue what I say just so you can get offended." Replied the woman sharply, causing the small Pokemon to pout. "Honestly. How can you be so hungry still?" Wondered the woman with a sigh, holding her fingers to her temples before reaching for the small purse on her side, popping it open. Hmm. Not much cash left, and she didn't think most of the stalls carried debit cards in the festival. Definitely would have to be something light. She sighed, reaching out to hold her hand out to the small Meditite. "Come, we'll go find Dave." Hopefully the man wouldn't have run out of vegetables by now. Now, that she wanted to stand, an she finally turned her attention to the Treecko. One didn't need to read auras to tell when a pokemon was so obviously displeased, but Mei being Mei, she couldn't for the life of her tell what exactly had prompted this. So she turned her inquiring gaze to the blonde instead. "Excuse me." She started, tilting her head. "Your friend seems unhappy. We're in a hurry." She said, rolling her eyes at the Meditite as she did, who blushed. "So, is something the matter?"
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Ryusuke Ugumi
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Class 1: Ace Trainer
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Martial Artist
EXP: 8
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Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Mar 19, 2018 14:24:08 GMT -6
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me So absorbed was Ryusuke in the small map he was trying to read that the blond very nearly didn't notice what was going on next to him. The speech he heard just fine - there was always that small part of his brain going that seemed to hear everything near him, even if he didn't explicitly understand what was being said. Enough snippets here and there for the trainer to catch onto the fact that he wasn't the only one with Pokemon that had.... well, not "unique" but unusual personalities. To a point there were enough like people that you never knew what you were going to get but biology dictated enough that you could usually have a fairly educated guess with some species. That said, it was the first time Ryusuke had ever heard of a Meditite struggling with a love of food - he'd met a few trainers with them back in Hoenn but they seemed to be fairly stoic, disciplined Pokemon on the whole. It wasn't until the woman started to speak directly to him that Ryusuke's head turned, expression guarded but with a hint of curiosity. She seemed to be much the same as he was in the sense that both of them seemed more intent on minding their own business than anything else, and it wasn't until he saw Treecko and processed what was being said that the blond caught on. "I- sorry. You're probably better off ignoring him, lesson I still haven't learned after ten years living with him." Ryusuke responded, voice hesitating at first and expression shifting to one of embarrassment. Like he was hardly one to talk concerning her Meditite. "Control" was never a word Ryusuke would've associated with the relationship between him and Treecko, and that was only underscored by the look of indignant disbelief his comment got from the Wood Gecko. Joking as it might have been, though, the advice was fairly sound for the moment. Ryusuke had no idea what had been said or done to offend Treecko but the Grass type had a bit of an ego to begin with - pressing buttons wasn't all that difficult to do with him. Something that the blond's own comment evidently did as Treecko began to jabber back at Ryusuke in what he could only assume was extremely colorful and profane language. Between this and the uncooperative map it just wasn't his night. "Look, sorry about the inconvenience, wasn't trying to make trouble." The blond continued, arm dipping down to scoop up the Grass type while his other hand pocketed the PokeNav before automatically going to Treecko's mouth, cutting off the stream of unintelligible words spewed forth from it.
Treecko - Level 21. Overgrow. Pursuit, Leer, Giga Drain, Leech Seed (Signature Move, Paralysis), Quick Attack, Mega Drain. Charmander - Level 8. Blaze. Scratch, Growl, Ember. Froakie - Level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble. Salandit - Level 5. Corrosion. Scratch, Poison Gas, Ember. Houndour - Level 7. Flash Fire. Leer, Ember, Growl. @tag |
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Mei-Long
Trainer
57 Posts
9 Likes
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Don't think, Feel.
Posts: 57
Likes: 9
Class 1: Martial Artist
Class 2: Aura Guardian
Class 3: Type Expert [Fighting]
EXP: 26
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Post by Mei-Long on Mar 22, 2018 14:20:54 GMT -6
Lunch by the Fountain "Ah, but that is a good thing." Said the woman, smiling at the youth before turning her gaze from him to the angry gecko. "It is irresponsible to simply ignore a youth's feelings, after all." She said, having quite some experience with dealing with anger issues by now. Quite a few youths tended to take to sports and physical activity in order to extenuate their anger and aggressive behavior, and she would have lied if she claimed none her students, both current and former, had started off at her academy precisely due to that reason. It was always important to keep an eye on such students; it wasn't wise to teach an unstable child or adult self-defense if they intended to use it to become the aggressors in a violent situation. At least, it wasn't wise to do so without making sure you taught them the right track and frame of mind, first. "Don't worry, I don't mind." She said as she stood up, dusting herself off. The child seemed much smaller now. It reminded her of her son just a couple of years prior. The blonde child had a surprisingly well formed jaw for someone so young! Bending at the waist, the woman's hands came to rest at her knees, her head cocked slightly as she spoke to the Treecko. "So. What seems to be the problem, young man?" She asked; pokemon or not, she tended to refer to them by what she understood to be their gender.
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