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Maris Ansel
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"you're gonna get yourself hurt." ok, and?
Posts: 46
Likes: 14
Class 1: Researcher
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Inspirator
EXP: 8
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Post by Maris Ansel on Feb 22, 2018 22:24:49 GMT -6
 Fran - Level 7 - LevitateAir Slash, Astonish, Trick, Charge, Confuse Ray, DischargeHeld Item: N/A  Lio - Level 4 - Dry skinPound, Tail WhipHeld Item: N/A  Bud - Level 5 - Leaf GuardFury Cutter, LeafageHeld Item: N/A
“Hmmmm...what’s with abandoned mansions being in woodsy places, Franny?” ( “Woodzzy?? These treezz are practically DEAD! Eterna Forest wazz MUCH better than this dump!” )“Huh. It did look prettier in the photos... Now c’mon, Bud, where’re your friends?” The newcomer Fomantis blinked. ( “Oh. Um...over here.” )This time around, she found herself straying off path while on her way to her original destination--Vega City. Specifically, she caught wind of the recent happenings of the Gala that happened to be open when she stepped into Eridani. So off to the east she went, and upon reaching central Stellara, the Fomalhaute Estate caught her eye... And so once again, Maris found herself in a place no normal human being would probably go and hang around--a damp, stinking swamp where she barely managed to step onto the spots of dry land where the wiry-looking trees sprouted outwards and reached up into the gloomy sky. Her Rotom was not far behind, looking as exasperated as ever with Maris’s life choices and looking about for anyone or anything that meant a threat. Not like she seemed to mind it, anyway--in fact, anyone around could probably see that she was content with each step she took, following the Sickle Grass Pokemon as it continued to look back at her hesitantly before continuing through the marsh. It was surprisingly easy to recruit the Fomantis to her team. It only took Maris just a little bit of pursuing and talking to the lone Fomantis to get her to ask “hey, do you wanna hang out with us?”, and he so willingly pressed the button on the Pokeball himself. It WAS odd to see a Pokemon that practically worshipped photosynthesis to be in a gloomy place like this, anyway. Then again, that explains his more… dimmed color palette. But that only made her more intrigued and got her to ask why he was like this. His response? 'I only followed my friends'. “So, what do you want to be called?” she asked as she took another big leap to the next tree stump. ( “Huh? Oh, um, I...my friends call me ‘buddy’, I think.” ) He mumbled. “Your name’s Bud. Got it.” A little taken aback by Maris’s sudden decision, he nodded to himself, repeating his new name to himself. ( “Bud. Bud…” ) Her foot carelessly splashed into the murky waters before throwing herself forwards to grab onto a branch for support, lifting herself onto another speck of land in the dim bog. It felt like it’d been...perhaps half an hour now. Not like she’d doubt her friends, but it was beginning to feel like they were going in circles--and this was quite impressive for travelling through a swamp, of all places. Think, Maris, think! ...Hm. The only thing that really blocked their vision from afar was the abundance of bushes and wiry branches... This tree looked sturdy! ...she hoped. At once, she grabbed onto a branch higher up the tree, digging her now dirtied heel onto the bark and lifting herself upwards as she dug her other heel in shortly afterwards, continuing until she was at least a few feet up the tree. Fran’s fan whirred at once, fidgeting and erratically floating around her, while Bud took a while to notice the girl and stopped to look up. ( “Um, what are you doing…?” )“Well, we’re kind of...uh, what’s the right word...pussyfooting around this. So I’m gonna get a bird’s eye view and look for ‘em. You said a Venipede and...Morellul, right?” ( “Muh--Marizz!! How do you know the branch izzn’t going to just...y’know, SNAP?!” ) they whined, eyeing the branches Maris stood against. “Well, it’d’ve snapped be fore I climbed on, wouldn’t it? Ergo, you’re being a big worrywort.” She stuck her tongue out at the twitching Electric-type. She supposed she’d get even more of an earful if Lio were out, but the trainer decided to make a safe call and keep her in her Pokeball. Evidently, this is the ONLY safe call she seemed to be taking during this escapade. |
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Sol Chance
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Posts: 108
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Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Inspirator
Class 3: Communer
Class 4: CLASS SLOT
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Post by Sol Chance on Feb 24, 2018 11:25:09 GMT -6
Sol Chance had gone to the heartland of Stellara to rough it out and to train after having been in the city so long. The fourteen year old trainer went to ground in the estate, dressed for the elements: jeans, boots, and a jacket with a plain white t-shirt beneath. As he and his newest partner, Valkyrie the Rattata, took to the softened and muddied grounds of Largia Swamp. A soft squelching noise murmured beneath each of their steps as displaced water and mud attempted to swallow the intrepid pair as they moved further into the swamp. The city boy could not help but feel a moment of disgust as the soft ground seemed to mold around him; who knew what he could be stepping into? At the very least, Valkyrie seemed to be enjoying. The little Rattata moved ahead with reckless abandon, powering forward, as if to show off and not let anyone think any mud would slow her down. "Hey Valk," shouted Sol as the Rattata continued to sally forth, "wait up, you're getting ahead of me."And it was true, the dark, twisted, watery, and. . . gooey swamp of Largia was creating a barrier between them. Grunting, Sol kicked it into overdrive and barreled after her, working their way through the swamp and- ideally- towards Fomalhaut Estate, cutting their way like an ax through the murky waters and haunting trees of the swamp. However, in the distance, the din of speaking rose and caught the young trainer's ear. With a short command, he and his Rattata changed course and made for the source of the noise. And what Sol soon stumbled upon was not what he expected: a young girl, maybe of age with himself, perched high in a tree, Pokemon buzzing around her, be it from the ground or the air. Sol craned his neck upward to look at her, squinting as he examined her. What was she doing up there? Valkyrie seemed just as interested by this new development as Sol was, chattering excitedly by his knee. "You alright up there?" called out Sol, "Most people stay on the ground, you know!"
Maris AnselTeam NAME — Fae
LEVEL — 15.
SPECIES — Eevee
TYPE — Normal
EGG GROUP — Field
ABILITY — Adaptability
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Female
HEIGHT — 1'
WEIGHT — 15 lbs.
MOVE LIST — Quick Attack, Growl, Tail Whip, Helping Hand, Synchronoise, Baby Doll Eyes,
PERSONALITY — Fae the Eevee is much like her trainer in the fact that she is a dedicated, ambitious young Pokemon that is willing to push her limits. However, as opposed to her trainer, she is much more business-like and even tempered, thinking with a much more analytical mind as opposed to her training. Some would also say that she is a lot more lax, not paying as much mind to others as Sol does. From a distance, this Eevee seems strangely calm and mature, approaching matters of battle with almost professionalism. In addition, this Eevee can also be a bit stubborn, and sometimes butts heads with her trainer, though she feels it is for the best.
NAME — Avi
LEVEL — 15
SPECIES — Trumbeak
TYPE — Flying, Normal
EGG GROUP — Your Pokemon's egg group.
ABILITY — Keen Eye
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Male
HEIGHT — 1'
WEIGHT — 2.6 lbs
MOVE LIST — Peck, Growl, Echoed Voice, Rock Smash, Supersonic
PERSONALITY — Pipipek likes to build things. It doesn't matter what it is. Nests, simple tools, wooden picture frames, strange art pieces. Pipipek knows that building is in his/her blood. Pipipek has even taken his/her talent to the next level by offering his/her services to the other wild Pokemon in Breshno Flatlands. Pipipek learns a lot from watching people in Stellara's cities do construction projects and the like, and while Pipipek does not have the skills (or the opposable thumbs) to be able to build as well as a person, he/she is able to surprise others with their works of art. Personality wise, Pipipek is a creative and artistic Pokemon. He/she enjoys the abstract and has quite the philosophical outlook on life. While he/she may not be a battler at heart, that does not mean that he/she opposes it. It will simply take more effort to be as good of a battler as the average Pokemon.
NAME — Duo
LEVEL — Level 15
SPECIES — Kabuto
TYPE — Water/Rock
EGG GROUP — Water 1/3
ABILITY — Swift Swim
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Male
HEIGHT — 1'08''
WEIGHT — 26 lbs
MOVE LIST — Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer
PERSONALITY — Kabuto is a very mischievous Pokemon. He loves to mess with people, especially his trainer, by pretending to be a rock and tripping anyone that is unfortunate enough to pass by. He is also extremely gluttonous and will devour anything in sight, making him quite the chunky fossil. As such, he is very sluggish in battle and relies on his hard shell to protect himself. Kabuto will also use his thick shell to ram enemies while furiously scratching them with his claws. Kabuto suffers from serious tunnel vision, and, once he gets angry, no one is safe from his wrath.
NAME — Dirge
LEVEL — 15
SPECIES — Litten
TYPE — Fire
EGG GROUP — Field
ABILITY — Blaze
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Male
HEIGHT — 1'5''
WEIGHT — 9.5 lbs
MOVE LIST — scratch, ember, growl, lick, leer, fire fang
PERSONALITY — Litten is a surprisingly affectionate Pokemon. It will find a single person that it grows attached to, and shower that person with obnoxious amounts of affection and loyalty. However, this applies to one person only. Litten is openly hostile to anyone that is not its chosen person. This ranges from simply ignoring them to outright attacking if they try to engage with it. Litten is also incredibly lazy, spending its time sunbathing, eating, or grooming itself. It can be rather difficult for a trainer to get Litten to comply with demands unless there is some form of reward involved. This particular Litten has a sadistic fascination with setting itself on fire under the guise of burning off excess fur as is typical of its kind. However, it really just enjoys scaring people, especially its trainer, by suddenly and randomly bursting
NAME — Valkyrie
LEVEL — 14
TYPE — Normal
EGG GROUP — Your Pokemon's egg group.
ABILITY — Guts
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Female
HEIGHT — 1'
WEIGHT — 7.7 lbs
MOVE LIST — Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, Focus Energy, Bite, Pursuit
PERSONALITY — Rattata is a part of the “top percentage” of Pokemon … or so it thinks. Rattata had to deal with a lot of bullying and put-downs in the past from other Pokemon and trainers. Other Pokemon gave it hell for being a Rattata, a species of Pokemon that is often viewed as one of the weakest Pokemon around. Trainers often passed Rattata by, not deeming Rattata worthy of their time and effort. Because of this, Rattata has poured all of its time and energy into training and bettering itself, hoping that one day a trainer would agree to be its mentor and help unlock its true potential. Rattata is an incredibly hard worker with a strong spirit, and it does everything it can to please its trainer. However, Rattata does not respond well to critcism or punishment, and it will panic incessantly about being abandoned if its trainer is upset with it. It’ll take time before Rattata calms down and fully trusts its trainer.
NAME — Palette
LEVEL — 15
SPECIES — Kecleon
TYPE — Normal
EGG GROUP — Your Pokemon's egg group.
ABILITY — Color Change
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Male
HEIGHT — 4'3''
WEIGHT — 48.5 lbs.
MOVE LIST — Thief, Bind, Astonish, Lick, Shadow Sneak, Fury Swipes
PERSONALITY —
Kecleon loves to use its tongue. It uses it for many things such as grabbing objects, showing affection to others and even in combat to attack and defend. Many believe Kecleon is extremely daft due to its constant vacant expression and sometimes slow reaction speed, but it’s smarter than it lets on. However, that does not mean that it is never slow to act. Sometimes, you’ll tell Kecleon something, and it’ll simply stare at you and either not say anything or take a noticeable amount of time longer than usual to react. It also likes to cook and is surprisingly good at it too; it learned most of its cooking from watching other people cook and various cooking shows. However, it can be quite gluttonous and will often try to find some way to steal food from others to satiate its own appetite.
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Maris Ansel
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46 Posts
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"you're gonna get yourself hurt." ok, and?
Posts: 46
Likes: 14
Class 1: Researcher
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Inspirator
EXP: 8
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Post by Maris Ansel on Mar 1, 2018 22:17:48 GMT -6
Fran was the first to notice Sol and company, doing a double take before sighing. (And it was debatable on whether the sigh was of relief or embarrassment.) ( “No-” )“YUP. Just fine.” The reckless girl didn’t even seem to bother to look back down at Sol as she and the Rotom simultaneously answered him. In fact, Maris seemed to lean forward more, gripping the branch that supported her as she stretched the other out, hand above her eyes as she tried to get a better look across the bog. No matter how badly Fran fretted, she was going to see Bud’s old posse even if it meant she’d inevitably get drenched in swamp water one way or another, goddamnit. ...wait, that might not be good for her arms at all--she did get freshly scratched a while ago trying to get Lio back into her ball--even if they are covered in three layers of shirt, hoodie and jacket-- “Whatever,” she thought aloud. “ Buuud! What do your friends look like agaain?” The Fomantis perked up, fiddling with his leaves. ( “Well, uh… Venipede is big and red, and Morelull is real small and round--she looks like a mushroom, so we always have to stop others from trying to eat her.” )( “Are you sure you’re even goin’ the right way, Buddy? It feelzz like we’ve been going in circlezz.” )( “W-we’re getting there, I swear!” )“Hrmm…” Her hand slumped back down, letting her arm hang as she relied on the branch in her other for support. Something red would HAVE to eventually stick out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the sludgey greenery. Even from her vantage point, she couldn’t spot any hint of the aforementioned red. And shit, hanging onto the branch was getting tiring for her arm. Maris shut her eyes a moment--if she were a centipede Pokemon in a swamp, where would she be… Oh right. Blinking, she glanced back down at the boy that seemed around her age. “Oh. You’re...still here.” Maris blurted out. She turned around to grab ahold of the branch with her other arm, nearly slipping as she leaned herself against the bark. “Uhm. Have you seen any Venipede anywhere, kid?” The Rotom looked back at Maris before sighing and zipping down to face the two. ( "Lizzten, even if you haven't, anything to get Marizz down would be MUCH appreciated," ) they said. ( "Y'know, before she SPRAINZZ anything--" )"Don't listen to them, they're just scaaared." ( "Sc-scared?!" ) They turned back to the girl. ( "Now hold on, you're talking to the Rotom that bamboozzzled TONZZ of folkzz back in Eterna--" )"I know, I knoooow," She hummed, hanging onto the tree. "My sincerest apologies, oh spoopy one~." Both hands on nearby twigs, she moved from branch to branch to find the closest and...relatively safest path down, much to the (slight) relief of Fran. With each step, some loose bark crunched and slipped off, the bits falling down into the water below. The trainer circled the tree a couple of times before coming to a realization. She can’t get down. At least, not without either spraining something or likely getting completely soaked. She glanced around the tree one more time, huffing as she eyed the lack of safe footing space from where she was. Well. “Shit.” ( "See?!" )This was kind of embarrassing.
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Sol Chance
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Posts: 108
Likes: 22
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Inspirator
Class 3: Communer
Class 4: CLASS SLOT
EXP: 13
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Post by Sol Chance on Mar 6, 2018 15:02:55 GMT -6
What kind of circus act did he stumble on to? The girl and her Pokemon seemed to be at odds with one another, with her shouting at him and her Pokemon chipping in as well. The blue haired boy drew his brows together in comical interest as the scene before him continued to play out, like that of a cartoon. Briefly, he and Valk exchanged a look. "You seeing this?" he asked the Rattata. And the Rattata gave a quick nod, her own confusion plain on her face and glinting in her eyes. A quick question caused his eyes to snap back to the girl. "No," he said briefly, "I have not seen any Venipede. Not sure how many you'll find looking around the tree tops, though."Still, he shrugged and watched with playful curiosity as the girl continued her treetop adventure and her argument with her Pokemon. That was until the Rotom buzzed towards them, an electric ghost gliding through air with all the energy of a live wire. Did Sol have anything to help her? "Uhh," he said, "I can probably help. Though she doesn't seem too receptive to it. . ."
Valk chattered softly to him and their minds briefly intersected; the Rattata was set on helping her. Slowly, Sol Chance sauntered over to the tree as the girl tried to get herself down and soon he was able to hear her mutter an expletive beneath her breath. Sol Chance gave a sly grin. "Shit?" he asked happily, "Sounds like someone is a little more stuck than they thought they would be. Luckily, I'm here to help."He briefly fiddled as his belt and produced a single Pokeball. In a flash of red light, Sol released another of his partners: Palette the Kecleon. The lizard stood there for a second, gazing dully up the tree and at the girl, his expression blank. Once gain, Sol's mind flashed against his Pokemon and his point was understood: they were going to help the girl. The Kecleon slowly nodded and help up its hands. "Okay," he said, raising his own hands above his head, "drop! I'll catch you. Me and my Kecleon here, we'll break your fall."Perhaps unconvincingly, one of Palette's eyes slowly swiveled towards the Rotom, his interest elsewhere now.
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Maris Ansel
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"you're gonna get yourself hurt." ok, and?
Posts: 46
Likes: 14
Class 1: Researcher
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Inspirator
EXP: 8
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Post by Maris Ansel on Mar 7, 2018 22:04:44 GMT -6
The relief Fran felt about possibly getting help quickly subsided with a single word uttered by Sol. ( “DROP?!” )“Drop?” The two instantly turned to the boy as he raised his arms. This was a thing that was happening--a boy who happened to have unfortunately passed by the three in their dumb shenanigans decides to help...by being Maris’s landing pillow. In that instant, Fran paused and reconsidered their choices up to this point in time--what did they do wrong. What could they have done to lead the trainer AWAY from a big stinking swamp to somewhere normal like, what, Cyngi City? THAT’S a nice tourist city, ain’t it? That’s a place that could’ve kept her busy in the relatively safest way possible, RIGHT? They’d have spiraled further into their inner bout of self-reflection if not for the sudden sound of Maris’s laughter. “Really?” she asked, almost sounding doubtful of his offer. Honestly, she was expecting to wait here while he went to get a boring solution, like a ladder or something. Something that’d have eased Fran but bored Maris nonetheless. This seemed...almost like a prank. However, she grinned before promptly shuffling her feet to turn herself around, back now facing Sol. “Ooookay.” ( “WHAT?!” )Nonchalantly putting her hands to the back of her head, she slowly allowed herself to lean backward, lifting a leg as she fell from the branch. ( "Nononono WAIT--!" )The wide-eyed Rotom desperately looked to Maris, then back to the Kecleon, who grimaced as the reptile looked to them with one eye, then back to Maris. At this point, Fran was practically overheating from how much its blades spun and whirred--if they had fingers, they’d be practically chewing them off. Meanwhile, the Grass-type confusedly watched from afar. Well, this certainly wasn’t what he planned--and he was sure to just do as he was told! Yes, there were bumps in the road for him--like getting caught by Maris in the first place--but otherwise, things seemed to be going semi-smoothly! Now, Bud simply couldn’t help but stand back and watch the show unfold. What kind of mess did he get into…? ( “Oh. O...kay, then.” ) he mumbled to himself. ( ...what should I tell Venipede…?” )
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Posts: 108
Likes: 22
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Inspirator
Class 3: Communer
Class 4: CLASS SLOT
EXP: 13
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Post by Sol Chance on Mar 12, 2018 20:09:39 GMT -6
Sol Chance gave a single, sharp, confident nod in response to her question. Yes, he thought, drop. It was the only real solution. It was not like the young trainer carried around a ladder with him, or had a Pokemon that could easily assist in the retrieval of the girl. Save for Palette, thought Sol Chance, but given the Kecleon's only truly useful appendage was its tongue, Sol thought the better of it; that would get really awkward, really quickly. So, it came to pass that the only really viable solution was for her to drop. And while the girl seemed happy enough to dive downwards, the Rotom she kept as company seemed to buzz up a storm in response. Sol sneered- what was the electric ghost's problem? It didn't have any better ideas anyway, so who was it to judge! The Kecleon did nothing accept stare upward, it's long, pink tongue flapping idly between its lips. Still, Sol Chance held up his hands expectantly. The girl fell, much like an apple from a tree. The brown haired lass fell towards him and suddenly a thought struck Sol: 'Maybe this wasn't a good idea," he would think. It was too late now, the girl fell, down and into Sol's expectant arms. Mission acccomplished. . . save for the fact that the sudden weight caused Sol to lurch forward. The Kecleon sprang into action, it's own stubby arms reaching up to support the weight of the girl, providing just enough leverage to keep Sol from face-planting himself and the girl right into the mud. "Whoa," he muttered, wobbling on the balls of his feet, "I've got you."Awkwardly, he tried to let her loose, but ultimately, it was more like letting her drop: at least it would be a much shorter and softer fall. Regardless of how the girl reached the ground, Sol would clear his throat and blush, embarrassed for having nearly lost his balance and other things. "Erm," he said, "you okay? Didn't break anything? Or leave anything up in the tree?"He jerked a thumb towards the Rotom, trying to recover some of his bravado: "Or does it have anymore complaints?"
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Maris Ansel
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46 Posts
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"you're gonna get yourself hurt." ok, and?
Posts: 46
Likes: 14
Class 1: Researcher
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Inspirator
EXP: 8
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Post by Maris Ansel on Mar 19, 2018 22:28:27 GMT -6
Really, both Fran AND Maris herself expected for this experience to end in a trip to the Pokecenter and a long attempt to hide such a stupid accident from her brother, and in turn, her parents. It wouldn’t be too far off to say that Maris even ACCEPTED such a reality as she allowed herself to fall--admittedly, she even intended to descend with as much downward force as possible for Sol’s laughable plan. Such was the “do-or-die”, “seize life”, and overall, “FUCK IT” attitude Maris held. If she was told to drop, she dropped. Even if she’d end up breaking bones, whoever’s it may be, she certainly was already content with the fact that something like this could be crossed off her imaginary bucket list. Take THAT, mom. But, to BOTH of their surprise, she HADN’T fractured an arm--neither hers NOR his! Yes, Fran’s...h-heart?...er, the equivalent of their heart lurched as the boy himself lurched forward for a moment before standing back up with the help of the Kecleon, but otherwise, it all had seemed to have turned out okay! Hooray. Fran WOULDN'T have to suffer a stroke. The Rotom DID, however, wince as Maris fell from Sol’s arms after he regained his balance, the girl plopping onto the mud below her. Throughout the process of falling to being caught, she had the same smile that was plastered on her when Sol first told her to fall, and even when dropped into the mud, the smile stayed. As she lifted herself off the ground and tapped her foot a few times to empty out some mud and check if her ankles, the trainer wordlessly gave a thumbs up to the other. In an instant, Fran zipped toward Maris, ignoring the other’s backhand comment as they scanned her body. ( “Now don’t lie now, don’t lie--!) The fan began. ( “Y’don’t feel funny anywhere? Any tingling senzationzzz? Your ankles or wrist or neck or anything like that don’t feel funny?” )“If I twisted my neck, I’d be dead,” the girl joked, snickering at Fran’s worrisome chattering. She knew very well how much of a worrywort the Rotom was--just like Mom, as Fen would say. Then again, Maris found them to be that of a guardian in that sort of sense. Fran’s accompaniment was very much a treat for her--I mean, after ALL, who knows what would, could, and will happen if they WEREN’T with her. Ah, right. A thanks is in order, yes? “Thanks.” She simply said. “I'm fine, I think--right as rain. And so should Fran.” She turned to the fan. “Ri~ight Fran?” The Rotom puffed its cheeks in embarrassment before exhaling. ( “Yeees. Thank you...er, zzzstranger.” ).Maris smiled at Fran’s little hesitation. She turned back to Sol, clapping her hands together. “'Stranger'. Right. Names. I owe an introduction to the one who nearly planted my face into the mud. Before I’m off my way and all.” She pointed two fingers to her own face. “Maris.” Then to her Rotom. “Fran.” To the silent Fomantis left staring at the predicament helplessly, not paying attention to being introduced. “Bud.” And finally, in the vague direction of the depths of the swamp. "Soon-to-be friend Venipede and co." Her hands went back to her sides as she tilted her head to the side. “You? You seem to have an interesting party.”
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Post by Sol Chance on Mar 22, 2018 18:50:27 GMT -6
True to Sol's expectations, the Rotom immediately began to buzz around the girl. Blue eyes rolled in his head. At least she had somebody who was concerned for her. She was better off than Sol, who was now looking at Palette with a sort of awkward judgement that the Kecleon did not seem to understand. . . something of a glutton and an odd duck, at least the Kecleon could pull his weight when push came to shove. Still, it wasn't much more pleasant company. . . Valkyrie the Rattata, who was now sat by Sol's side now that the danger had passed, was much more sociable, even if a little cocky and eager to prove itself. Fitting that she had ended up in Sol's team, then; the boy was the king of such. Even now, Valk tugged at his pant leg and gestured towards the girl's own team of Pokemon: an unusual bunch, he noticed, sporting some Pokemon he had never seen before. He resisted the impulse to pull his Pokedex and scan the Pokemon- no, he thought, that would be rude. Or at least that's what he had been told at one point- sometimes he forgot that, though. Suddenly, introductions came: Maris and her crew. "I'm Sol," he said to the girl, jerking a thumb towards his chest and smiling wide as he said his own name, " And you don't know the half of it."He grinned, smaller this time, and then pointed his thumb towards the others.
"That's Palette, the one that helped you down. That's Valkyrie," he said, "I've got more, but I doubt you want to meet and greet the whole team."The Kecleon's eyes swiveled around as it heard its own name and gazed up at Maris and offered her a small, extremely drawn out wave of its stubby arm. Valkyrie did nothing- she did not see the need to greet every random passerby. "You're a trainer then?" he asked with sudden interest in the girl, "Going anywhere in particular?"
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"you're gonna get yourself hurt." ok, and?
Posts: 46
Likes: 14
Class 1: Researcher
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Inspirator
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Post by Maris Ansel on Apr 8, 2018 15:13:19 GMT -6
The trainer stood straight as the other introduced himself, smiling and waving back at the Kecleon and Rattata, regardless if the latter would return the favor. Sol. Palette. Valkyrie. Weird names, but certainly more thought out than Maris’s own team. “I doubt you want to meet and greet the whole team.”More? Maris’s eyes lit up as she took a step forward. “ Yes. I do. Actually, please do,” she blurted out, her attention taking a shift to Sol and his team. Before she could, however, she felt a small bump on her leg. Looking down, her eyes met with the small sickle Pokemon, tugging on her leg. ( “Um,” ) he began, a little shyly. ( “Well, I think I saw Venipede just now.” )Perking up, the trainer looked in the direction the Fomantis pointed. Well, shoot, she really would've wanted to see the rest of Sol's friends just now, but...oh well! She turned back to Sol, giving a sheepish smile, raising a hand and waving off her initial excitement. Later. She'll run into him later, surely. Upon being asked about her next destination, Maris paused and put her fist to her chin. Fran floated next to the girl to answer the boy for her. ( “You could zzsay she's a trainer,” ) they said, ( “but I think she considerzz herself more of...an explorer?” )( “A hiker?” ) Bud piped up. “A tourist.” Her odd, sudden answer earned a startled stare from her Rotom, to which she simply grinned back at them. “I’m sort of heading nowhere and everywhere just because. I like walking around.” However you see that cheesy line, it didn’t seem to matter to Maris, as she began to turn her back to Sol and walk in the direction the Fomantis pointed. Bud soon followed suit and ran a little bit ahead of her, leaving the Rotom to bid their goodbyes in Maris’s stead. (She at least gave a small "bye" and waved back as she trudged through the swamp, though.) ( “Uh. Ahem...th-thank you again for the help, you two." ) They thanked, nodding to Sol and his Kecleon. ( "Zzzsee ya later, I guess!” )And so Fran zipped back to their trainer’s side, their worried chatter slightly audible as they marched through the marsh.
I figured this thread was dragged on a little long, so here's a thread exit. Plus i took way longer than i should have to reply, but i wanted to end this formally rather than leave it :’> Sol Chance |
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