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Post by Ninmast on May 6, 2007 22:56:10 GMT -5
"Friend might be too strong a word," Blaziken answered as she made her way back toward where she had sent the Magneton off.
She, Gardevoir, Aggron, and Claydol, if he followed, arrived just in time to hear the Magneton's answer. "Always give 110% of what?"
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Post by Giant Brother on May 7, 2007 15:55:39 GMT -5
Arbok, Froslass and Gallade peered from behind the furniture they used for a blast shield.
"What...the hell....just happened?" Arbok said slowly.
"Well, I think..." Froslass started shyly. Arbok quickly interrupted with a harsh hiss.
"That was a rhetorical question! I swear.. I will find whoever started that, and hurt them." Arbok snarled a bit.
Arbok, I'm sure there can be a non-violent way to solve this problem. Gallade said, trying to soothe the snake.
"Non-violence never solved shit! Yep, tooth and nail combat is the old-school way to settle the score. There's nothing more civilized than strangling your prey into submission, so you can look them right in the eye, and know that they acknowledge that you're the one that beat them!" Arbok spat. "Yes, that harkens back to the days of honour, where roughing up your foe said "we were both equal, except now I'm better, because I'm still alive, and you're dead." Yeah. Those were the days."
Arbok, settle down. Plus, you never lived in those days. Gallade scolded.
"That doesn't mean I can't think about them!" Arbok argued angrily.
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Post by Reiko on May 7, 2007 17:30:52 GMT -5
*Magneton* "110% of what?" The three repeated in unison, not noticing the approaching pokemon.
"Of effort." The lower left stated confidently.
*Claydol* The pokemon followed behind the group, and upon seeing Magneton began expecting the worse.
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Post by Ninmast on May 7, 2007 18:52:07 GMT -5
Shiftry, however, had recognized the voice, and he went stiff as a deceptively thin hand closed on his shoulder, and he could already feel the heat from the flames around the wrist.
"Really?" Blaziken asked, as if honestly curious in a friendly sort of way. "And what would we be putting effort into?"
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Post by Reiko on May 7, 2007 19:06:22 GMT -5
"Um." The three started as they looked at each other. "He hasn't said yet." The top replied sounding unsure as he remembered the blaziken's kick from earlier.
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Post by Ninmast on May 7, 2007 19:16:59 GMT -5
"Hmm, well, isn't that odd?" she answered quizically as she tilted her head to look into Shiftry's face. "Usually, he's quite talkative. I'm sure you don't have any problems talking in front of an audience, do you, Shiftry? Why don't you go ahead and tell us all just what to give 110% on?"
He gave a nervous little chuckle, then turned to Magneton. "Lesson Number 2! A pro always knows when to split!" With a maniacal burst of laughter, he took off running into the crowds.
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Post by The Crow on May 7, 2007 19:20:29 GMT -5
Sitting comfertable in the back, Hitmonlee and Burn were hit by smoke more or less. A little bit of waving away smoke and they were fine. Gangar and Alakazam however, were right next to the voltorb and were sent flying by the blast back behind Hitmonlee. Scizor and Sceptile were at the far end of the room racing, so all they heard was an explosion. They all hurried to Gangar and Alakazam, then to where the explosion was. "What happened here?" Hitmonlee called out.
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Post by Reiko on May 7, 2007 19:27:02 GMT -5
The Magnemites nodded in response as they also dashed into the crowd, hoping to escape the blazing chicken.
Why does it feel as if we've found the source of our problems? Claydol questioned as he watched the Magneton run off.
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Post by Ninmast on May 8, 2007 11:21:16 GMT -5
"Because whenever something goes wrong," Aggron answered, "the little guy's usually at the heart of it." Instead of being angry, he just chuckled.
"I'm glad you can laugh it off, Aggron," Blaziken scolded. "He could have caused some serious harm."
But this just made the dinosaur grin. "Then you all should eat more iron!"
The man came back onto the stage, stepping carefully over some of the wreckage. "Um, on that note, let's go ahead and start some of the festivities! Please enjoy our acre-sized pool and competitive games! But don't be late for dinner! Eight O'clock, right after the dance contest!"
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Post by Reiko on May 8, 2007 20:58:07 GMT -5
Claydol nodded at Blaziken's words. I must agree, but I suppose we shouldn't dwell on it. After all, that wouldn't be a vacation. He pointed out.
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Post by The Crow on May 9, 2007 18:22:56 GMT -5
Hitmonlee and Burn looked at eachother. "A dance contest huh? Wanna go?" Hitmonlee asked. Burn nodded, and they headed off to explore the place.
Gangar and Alakazam followed after the fleeing Magnemites, as well as looking for the Shiftry who started it all.
Scizor and Sceptile raced onwards into the poll, where they began doing laps around.
((I am gonna continue to use Burn for my Blaziken, just so I wont get confused okay?))
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Post by Ninmast on May 9, 2007 19:19:10 GMT -5
(That's fine, just don't be afraid to reference it once in a while so everyone else knows that Burn is a Blaziken.)
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Post by Reiko on May 9, 2007 21:50:48 GMT -5
"Where could he have gone?" The top magnemite exclaimed as they were now in the center of the crowd.
"He couldn't have gone too far! He's to big to do that!" The bottom right added.
"I don't know about that..." The bottom left replied, and the other two went quiet for a moment before the three were off again on search for their 'teacher'.
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Post by Ninmast on May 19, 2007 19:41:38 GMT -5
*Magneton*
The Magneton was just passing a hallway when something reached out and grabbed it, yanking it into the shadows of the corridor.
*Rest of Team*
"Hey, there's a sparring gym over there," Blaziken noted as they walked through the grounds. "I think I'll go over and see if I can't get in a few rounds. Gardevoir, wanna come?"
The psychic shook her head. No, I think I will pass, thank you. Such combat does not interest me so much. I was thinking about seeing the flower displays.
"If you see any good ones," Melotic told her as she moved off toward the pool, "pick one up for me? I'm in need of a nice, cool dip. My scales are beginning to chafe."
Aggron chuckled as the beautiful sea serpent swayed off. "Chafing. Right. The woman worries too much about her appearance." He reached over and thumped Salamence's side. "Hey, kid, I saw a Golem and Rhydon heading off mentioning something about something a little more brutish than the girl fights in the sparring ring. Whaddya say you and I go test our hides, eh?"
Blaziken smirked at the steel pokemon's gravelly words as the dragon nodded in agreement. "Just be careful he doesn't get hurt, Aggron. You remember what happened last time you brought him to one of your bashing contests."
"Hey, that was an accident," he answered as he waved it off. "Besides, a little oran juice, and he was fine. He's a big kid. He can handle a little roughnecking. It's good for him."
Her smirk turned to a chuckle. "Alright, just watch him." She turned to head toward the sparring ring. "Just make sure you're in some semblance of shape for supper."
"Yes, mother," he called softly with a grin that caused Salamence to snicker.
"What was that?" she called back, further away.
"Nothing, Blaziken! Have fun! Crack some skulls!"
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Post by Giant Brother on May 19, 2007 20:04:26 GMT -5
Gallade was already on his way to the gym, sharpening his blades on each other, occasionally testing their cleanliness. The gladiator pokemon was being followed by Froslass, who was quietly watching the fighter from behind. When the two arrived, they saw that Roserade was already there, seemingly itching for a fight.
"Perhaps another fight, Roserade." Gallade said, already knowing the bouquet would want to challenge him. "I'd rather fight someone else for now. Besides," Gallade said, smirking, "you always lose."
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