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Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 26, 2014 17:47:54 GMT -5
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Green. Santalune was all just so... green. Everywhere she looked, starting with the tall grasslands just outside town, to the rooftops of pretty much all houses and other buildings in the vicinity, and even farther away, beyond that one small hill and those trees in the distance. Everything, everywhere was so green. Udumbara skipped lightly past the central fountain, extravagantly shaped in the form of a waltzing Roselia, one of the few locations in the entire city that was not completely enveloped by that extraordinary shade of green. It was an odd sight, she would have to admit. This was a vibrant, lush green, a hue unlike anything she could have ever seen back home, and it left a feeling both uneasy and strangely warm in the young girl.
She was still surveying her posh surroundings when, as if tempted by the whimsical strings of fate, her ever-attentive olfactory glands picked up the mouth-watering smell of roasting beef. Ears perked up in the fashion of a starving pup, Udumbara proceeded to look in all directions for the source of such a succulent fragance.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 27, 2014 11:18:34 GMT -5
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Udumbara didn't notice the little bud that had been lingering about for the past five, ten minutes. Not at first. By the time she found the rustic restaurant where that delicious meat was being cooked, though, it was becoming apparent that it had been following her. She stared at it, just outside the restaurant, judging whether it would make a good apperitive or not. Probably not. She was already turning around to walk into the establishment, when she felt a sprinkle of water hit her from behind. Her lips separated in what could only be described as a hiss.
No more than two seconds passed before a white sea creature appeared from inside its trainer's pokéball, ready to fight the rude Budew. The wild Pokémon had just been trying to play with the child, trying to impress her by imitating the fountain they had passed by not so long ago, but its friendly greeting was lost on the young trainer. "Freeze it," she ordered icily, not willing to give the Budew any time to prepare.
The Seel, knowing his trainer would mind very much if he damaged a restaurant out of all things, first let an Icy Wind take the Grass-type a bit farther away, to a street in which they could battle more freely. If the opponent's expression was anything to go by, that move had also hurt it some. Udumbara noticed the Budew moved in a strange manner—almost as if curling up—before it sprang up again, and this time it looked brighter than before. If that was even possible. It had been a stat-boosting move, no doubt. She didn't utter a word about it, however. She was sure Prince had caught sight of it, as well, and trusted him to finish the little bugger off.
What surprised her, or actually both of them, was that the Budew wasn't trying to strike back, even after having boosted its offensive power. Just as Prince started to charge an Ice Beam, the Budew used Growth once more, but it had yet to attack even once. She frowned. Was it planning something? Did it have anything hidden under its sleeve? But it was too late to pull back now, and too late for the Budew's tactics to keep it from being struck, as an Ice Beam emerged from the Seel's mouth and hit the Budew full-on, leaving it barely conscious on the now ice-stained floor. Not content with the results, Unnur gave her Pokémon one last order, which he followed promptly. "Brine."
It was then that, perhaps after a sudden change of heart, the thirteen-year-old threw a pokéball in the direction of the fallen Pokémon. "I'm gonna have you for lunch," she declared, as she walked away from her initial objective and back into the park. Or perhaps she hadn't.
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Used Icy Wind, Ice Beam, and Brine.
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Hit by Icy Wind. Used Growth two times. Hit by Ice Beam, then Brine.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 27, 2014 17:25:26 GMT -5
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Her recently-caught lunch would be slowly recovering over the next few hours inside its pokéball, but the young trainer wasn't about to wait that long, nor was she to wait around to be reprimanded about the chunk of ice that Prince had left over there. Unnur was already on her way to the nearest Pokémon Center, just past the central park, when one single black feather fell directly in front of her, swinging clumsily in the air just like feathers used to do. She stopped just in time to avoid it falling in her face, thankfully, and looked up to see a small bird taking flight from its position above a rooftop.
Wouldn't that silly-looking birdie make a much better lunch than some water-sprouting plant that she could pick up just about anywhere? Unnur was convinced that it would, and wasted no time in ordering her Seel, whom she had not yet recalled from his last battle into its ball, to attack. "Bring it down, Prince." And so, for the second time that morning, the Seel sent a chilly current of air as his trainer instructed, hoping to destabilise it before firing his next attack.
Aw yiss. It was one of those days - easy, carefree, and the right amount of clouds and sun to bring a smile to one's face. Well, in this case, it was bringing a happy expression to a beak - the little Fletchling was preening into his feathers from his position above the old fabrics store. This was one of his usual hangouts, as he could steal thrown-away clothing for use in his makeshift nest up here, as well as nab food from the local vendors and carts that happened to move through. He was quite the sneaky little thief, after all, even if he only took the discarded and broken. A thief had morals, after all.
The little Fletchling left his perch, knowing that about this time was when there would be bits and pieces from lunch hour to eat. That was, until he was so rudely interrupted by an icy flow of wind. The chill nipped at his wings, causing him to falter in flight and temporarily land on a bench.
Turning to spy his aggressor, the little bird spread his wings and let out a chirp, ascending into the sky to... flee. He put out a breeze with a flap, the Tailwind boosting his natural speed twofold as he ascended upwards, his muscles straining to move with an agility he knew he could attain... once he'd get some altitude, perhaps then he could flee.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 27, 2014 20:02:40 GMT -5
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Fantastic. Prince's previous attack had managed to land her brand-new lunch down and onto a nearby bench, where she would ultimately trap it and—What. What was it doing. Unnur watched, horrified, as her lunch stood back up and attempted to fly away from her. Oh, that little bird's nerve.
"Don't let it escape!" Unnur's cry resounded in the paved path ahead, surely disconcerting other peaceful bypassers. She couldn't care less, quite frankly. Her lunch was running away! Now this was personal. She dashed forward along with her Pokémon, desperately trying to catch up with the fleeing Fletchling. "Quick, Ice Beam it!"
Prince did as told, but he was slow. Way too slow for the little bird. Unnur clicked her tongue when she saw the beam her Seel had fired go off after the Fletchling, but instead end up freezing one old tree's whole branch. "No," she said, making a sudden stop in her chase. A new idea had popped up in her head, but she was reluctant. Would it really be a good idea to follow through with it? "Prince, stop. We're changing plans. Make it rain. We'll force it to look for shelter, and then strike."
He was so glad he wouldn't be chasing that speedy demon anymore, but his trainer's alternative, he was afraid, did not sound all that tempting, either. Prince would follow Unnur's new directions with an embarrassed groan. The Seel could almost swear there was a deep blush adorning his face as he moved left, right, clapped, and repeated all of it.
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Prince tried to use Ice Beam, but failed, then proceeded to make a fool out of himself in order to summon some rain for his trainer.
Warner could only roll to the side with his speed and the wind, moving around the cold blast that missed and smacked into the tree branch. He faltered for a moment from seeing the attack connect; a blast like that would be enough to finish him off. He'd have to keep up the momentum and speed and try his best to flee from her post ha-
Wait.
Why was he running away from a little girl...? Oh, right, that was why, she was crazy and her Seel seemed out for blood or something. He thought they ate fish, not birds, but then the idea of penguins popped into his head. Maybe he would eat fish-birds...? And if so, it was but a slippery slope until one was eating birds entirely.
The Fletchling tweeted out as he zipped into the tree line, feeling as though he might be more comfortable and safe in the sun's warming rays. That was his line of thought until cold water drops rained down onto his wings, ruffling into his feathers and knocking out his ability to hold any altitude. He sped forth, zipping for a big, fluffy tree - in actuallity, an Oran Tree, with a fluffy, leafy exterior. He went to work on preening his feathers; surely, the crazy girl wouldn't be out in the storm, right?
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 29, 2014 0:27:31 GMT -5
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Wrong.
Unnur dashed through the, at first, impromptu light drizzle, Prince's delightful dance having just begun, before buckets started pouring down on the city that, seconds ago, was as warm and sunny as the Equator. "Hurry up, Prince!" she called out from beside a street lamp, no more than a few metres away from the tree she had seen the Fletchling fly into. The blouse covering her upper body was starting to get soaked, but she paid it no mind. She was fully focused on capturing the little bird, after all.
"Come on, Prince, don't be such a Slowpoke." The Seel let out a dismayed bark at his trainer's words, alarmed beyond measure at the prospect of letting Unnur down, as it propelled forward and smoothly slid down the slippery road, right up to the oran tree she had been pointing at, and breathed out a new breeze of chilly wind that almost seemed to sparkle, and would rise into the tree's every leaf and crevice. As Unnur saw it, all that was left was to see if the birdie had the guts to rush out of the freezing time bomb, or surrender itself to a slow, painful death.
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Rain Dance 4/5 Enveloped the tree in which Fletchling is taking shelter with a delightfully cold Icy Wind.
Warner had only just gotten settled for the briefest of moments, trying to undouse his feathers, when the girl's voice permeated the air. Shit. She was actually chasing him in this rainstorm; on top of that, Warner could spy that the aquatic mammal was readying another icy blast. Well, two could play at that game. He didn't survive in the wild as long as he did without learning a few tricks. Warner's breast and wings took on a light, almost white-blue glow as the tree was turned into a winter wonderland.
He took off right as the Icy Wind struck near him; the chill hurt from the sudden water in his wings turning into frost, but he was ready this time. The Me First attack he had prepped was ready, and he fired off his own Icy Wind with a flap of his wings - a more powerful strike than the Seel's own. However, he was tired, and fretting over this girl, and now he had to deal with the immediate cold - so once more, he sped off, zipping into the heavy downpour for shelter of some kind.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Apr 30, 2014 17:39:53 GMT -5
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Unnur's mouth dropped in disbelief at the naughty little bird's trick. Poor slow, stupefied Prince! Just how had it managed to do that? Her pale irises twinkled with a mix of desire and mischief. She wanted one. She wanted six. She wanted all. Then again, she did also want to have lunch already. All this business of chasing the birdie around was succeeding only in making her hungrier.
And then it, once again, flied off into the distance. The birdie sure was fond of running away, wasn't it? She looked back to Prince, dumbfounded but healthy, and released a sigh, a soft breath of warmth in the midst of artificially tempered currents of wind. "We're going after it."
It was more an afterthought than an immediate reaction, or even an order. She was already reaching for Prince's thick, fat body as her new idea was brought to the table. "Think you can bring me with you this time?"
This was uncomfortable. Unnur tried to position herself on Prince's back as comfortably and harmlessly as she could, but failed miserably. She frowned, holding tightly onto her Pokémon. Sliding down Anatase's snowy hills had been so much easier when she was younger, smaller and lighter.
"I'm ready," she called from behind, signaling for the Seel to get going, for she believed they didn't have the time to be worrying about perfection if they were going to catch that Fletchling. After smashing his white flippers against the wet floor once, he did. Lucky her mother never did find out about their games outside the house. She would've surely fainte—
Splash.
In a moment of carelessness, Unnur's hands slipped off her Pokémon's silky coat, which would send her small, fragile body flying, until at last it hit the ground. Water rose all around her unconscious body in a huge splash that would resound even from afar.
His parlor trick had worked, thanks to his friends on the other side... well, if he had friends. Really, it was just a clever little bit of ingenuity his species could pull off.
It would have gone much, much better had she not tried to go after him at all. He turned a spiral tail turn to glance behind and keep momentum, seeing a sight he did not expect - the human female riding her Pokemon, going at an abnormally fast speed for what they'd look like they could do. Was she mad? She could get hurt doing something like that, or worse, expelled from life - and as soon as his prediction was made, it happened, with her rag doll body floating away from the Seel and into the wet ground with a worrying movement.
No, he did not want to kill a human or feel guilty for it. No no no. The bird made a hesitant u-turn, zooming down low and fluttering to a halt right over her body, a mere foot away from her head, whistling and trilling to try and wake her, to see if she was alright, to make sure the human youngling ice bitch was in fact okay-
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on May 3, 2014 18:23:48 GMT -5
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Unnur's limp body lay on the cold, wet floor, keeping Warner entertained while her Seel sneaked in a furtive glance from farther down the road. Despite the little Fletchling's chirping attempts at waking the child up, her body didn't bulge in the slightlest.
Now Prince had to be extremely careful, for even one false move could very well harm his trainer, or warn the nimble bird she was so fixated on of his presence nearby, or he could just get unlucky by slipping, and later colliding against them both. Prince did not dare imagine how that would go. He splashed around once so as to find a nice, steady position from which to launch his attack. The Seel did need to be precise with his attack, after all. Good thing the heavy rain was still falling everywhere, dulling down any noise his splashes may have produced.
After a couple of seconds, at last, he was ready. From his mouth, furrowed into the shape of a small little circle, finally came a thin, concentrated beam of ice aimed exactly at the Fletchling's back. Prince let out a loud bark just before the Ice Beam reached its objective and, immediately after, Unnur opened one single eye. She stared at gullible little birdie with what looked like a pout planted on her face, as she clicked an empty pokéball open.
The storm was getting worse and she wasn't getting up and the rain was cold and her face was down and it was getting colder and he couldn't keep flying like this in the storm much longer, but he couldn't leave her alone; where would he go? Who could even help? Could the Seel- no, he would need to get another human, he needed to alert one of them so they could come and deal with her and he could leave knowing she was fine and going to grow up and still be a huge jerk.
He fluttered up, looking about for any human establishment he could fly to to harass, ready to get help when suddenly the world was cold. So very, very cold. His entire back was on fire from how frosty it was, the water in his feathers freezing solid and dropping him like a stone onto the ground next to the little girl, his back and wings locked in icy flakes. He turned his head enough to see the girl's facial expression, the Pokeball, and the flash.
Fuck.
. . . ! Congratulations, FLETCHLING was caught! One Pokeball has been removed from your inventory! You monster.
. . . !
