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Post by Danny Kazuki on May 8, 2014 14:35:27 GMT -5
His travels had left him hungry and weary, leaving the young man desperately inching across the grounds of the forest with a hungry look in his eyes. Each wiggle made his pants lament as their tears were wiped and hidden by grass stains, camouflaging the struggle of a starving flirt. Thoughts sluggishly formed words, and he had to wonder just how long he had been traveling out in the wilderness. "Water...I need...I need water. So bad." It hurt to speak, but he spoke with the shriveled up hope that maybe some force in the wilderness would hear his cry.
"Wingull...wing wing." Larry pitifully watched his owner struggle to explore the outskirts of Tufa City, lasting only 30 minutes until he realized that he forgot to refill his water bottle after eating a bag of flamin' hot Cheetos. Pathetic city boy, the Wingull thought, not even bothering to kick up a Rain Dance for him. Whenever Danny crawled far away enough, Larry fluttered to the nearest tree branch, diligently keeping an eye on his weeping trainer as he casually groomed himself in the meantime. Luckily for the Pokemon natives, Danny had yet to notice any of the wild Pokemon in the area. Even a Caterpie roasted o'er an open fire sounded delicious with a little salt, and where there were Pokemon, there had to be Pokemon food, which eventually led to water. Brilliant!
"Just need...one Pokemon...one sacrifice, to make...amends." He gasped, feeling the drive to eat and drink overcome him in a glorious adrenaline rush. He dramatically stood up with a hungered roar, mostly coming from his stomach as he shouted towards the skies. "I'm a real man, and real men do anything to survive! This land here...with enough resources, I can even cultivate it! Ahahaha!" Even in his bored, hungered daze, he realized that no matter how much he cried and whined, nothing was going to be resolved.
Pathetic with a capital P, he felt. Yet he was also thankful for this chance to be all by himself, allowing him to enjoy his space, as well as the company of the few Pokemon he owned. The reason he even bothered going on this trek was a distance memory, possibly something that could be recovered after a sweet drink of water. "Wingull, wing." Larry tsked from afar, watching as Danny went in the exact opposite direction of the water's edge, instead going deeper into the forest.
tag: Mod ▪ words: 000 ▪ ooc: Solo catch thread, Forest, Tufa City.
Post by Danny Kazuki on May 9, 2014 9:57:08 GMT -5
In his giddy sprint for the lovely forest's resources, tiny silver threads wrapped themselves around his arms and neck, giving him the feeling of death brushing against his skin. Freezing in horror, his mind went through a step by step process trying to figure out what was happening to him. There was definitely something on his arms and neck that was not coming off, and the light and sticky feeling it left him with reminded him of a ghost phasing through his body. This was totally not a pleasant experience, but it was happening, and as his brain started to register what he ran into, he felt a heavy 'plop' against his head.
He didn't want to move. He didn't want to budge. He didn't want to look up and admit to the obvious reality that surrounded him, but as sharp, prickly legs tickled at the corners of his ears, he just knew that there wasn't any room for future denial. "O-Oh boy..." Staring down into his eyes was a startled Spinarak, clearly timid and shaken from the damage to its web. "H-Hello there...spider." Did he have a spider phobia? Well, no. Phobias implied something a bit more extreme, but he was suddenly overcome with the need to scrub right to the bone in the longest bath ever.
"Spinnaaaaa!" "EEEEEEE!"
"Wingull..." Now Larry wasn't mad at Danny for breaking the cute spider's home, but he was disappointed in his human's life choices. Even someone like him could tell that the spider was hardly something to be scared of, but a little defensiveness could quickly turn into a witch's wart. "Larry, Larry! Kill it, Larry! Get it off, oh my god it's huge and hideous!" Patting his head in an attempt to knock it off, his hand swiped against the Spinarak's horn, giving him an itty bitty scratch.
Screeching at the sudden sensation, he frenetically bucked like a Tauros, causing the Spinarak to cling even tighter to his head in terror. "Hurricane! Use Hurricane!" He pleaded, having more than his fill of Spinarak love for the day. The Wingull seemed to consider this option, casually grooming through his feathers in the meantime. It wasn't as if he wasn't interested in his trainer's situation, but he did have this habit of grooming whenever he needed to think something through. Action helped get the rust out of his brain, he reasoned, so this was the perfect time to groom himself! "Larry, you look wonderful! Stop and get it off!" Furious at the lack of immediate support, he fumbled for the first Pokeball he could reach on his belt, tossing it without a second though. "Go! Kill the spider, for the love of god!" Not that Danny really wanted it dead; in fact, he was totally cool with spiders most of the time. But there was a clear distinction between seeing a spider and having one on your body, and that difference gave him shivers just thinking about it.
The Pokemon he managed to send out was a mighty, beefy Pinsir whose shadow loomed over Danny's quivering form. It wasn't often when Danny called on Gawain for support, and there was actually a good reason for that, but these were desperate times for a man that rarely trained himself or his Pokemon. Prickly horns crunched against one another as the Pinsir took a few steps closer, scowling at the pitiful mess his trainer was reduced to. A guy like this certainly didn't deserve any respect, that was for sure!
"Pinsiiiiiiir!" Gawain might as well have stated 'Death to the lot of you, you squealers!' as he lifted Danny up by the waist, finding his trainer easy to lift up due to his light gait. With a grunt, the Pinsir jumped into the air with the pair, slowly tilting his horns towards the earth as his two victims squealed with fright. The Seismic Toss was effective; not only was the Spinarak too stunned to cling to Danny's head, Danny was finally calming down to the point of reason.
"Phew, alright. I'm ok. It's ok." Checking himself over to make sure he didn't have any fatal injuries, the only thing he noticed was the scratch on his hand. A little blood didn't kill anybody, and he had a few band-aids in his bag. "Pinsir, pin pin. Pehehe." Gawain cackled at his mini victory, sticking it to the man as always. His laughter was abruptly cut short once he felt something lift him off the ground, leaving his feat dangling above the lonely grass. "Pin?!" Who was the culprit? What was even happening to him here? Gawain's questions were answered when he heard the Spinarak's soft hum, acting in the form of a chant in order to keep him suspended in air.
"Pinsir, pin pin pinsir pin." Come up here and fight me like a real Pokemon, you wimp! The Spinarak took offense to that command, tightening her grip on the Psychic to shut the Pinsir up. The choke hold was painful, but the Pinsir wasn't giving up just yet.
With a silver sheen, Gawain almost resembled the shape of a cocoon as he hardened his outer shell. It didn't do much against the Psychic, but the Spinarak couldn't keep him up here forever. Good call on his part, because soon he was falling from the air, waiting to be pounced upon by an irritated Spinarak.
His feet ground themselves into the dirt, orienting themselves to make him ready to defend despite the shock of the fall. The Spinarak was fast, aiming as far away from his horns as she could as she slashed him three times with a Fury Swipes.
"Hey, it's glowing purple." Danny commented from the sidelines, noticing that Gawain was probably having a hard time noticing everything the Spinarak did when she crawled all over him. "Pin!" That's not helpful, Danny! The Pinsir was quickly stabbed with a Cross Poison, further whittling his health down. Reaching towards his back, he fearlessly grabbed at the Spinarak's legs, not even feeling the slightest bit concerned about a potential spider bite. Holding her upside down as he dragged her closer to his face, he gave her a wild, menacing grin. Oh, she was so in for it now.
Whirling his arms around in a circle, he tossed the frightened Spinarak up into the air for another Seismic Toss. "Catch it in your horns, Gawain! Pro-wrestle it to the ground!" Code for 'Seismic Toss', but yeah, Gawain was well on his way to doing that already.
Another Seismic Toss sent the Spinarak crashing into the ground, horns keeping his prey in place all the while. The Spinarak twitched, still struggling to regain her focus as she tilted her head towards the Pinsir. Resilient, she fired off a Pin Missile that managed to hit Gawain two times. While the close range should've given her the accuracy advantage, his horns whipped her around, sending the remaining pins towards the grass and trees. Clearly, she was going to need another Seismic Toss in order to stay quiet.
"Hey, Gawain! Maybe you should stop. I mean, hey big guy. Aren't you tough enough as is? Poor thing probably thinks you're ready to eat it. Look at you; you're as intimidating as they get." Maybe it wasn't right to beat up the Spinarak until it fainted. After all, once all things were considered, this was all an accident that was entirely his fault. Carefully approaching the Pinsir with arms open, he inched closer to check on the Spinarak's status. She looked exhausted, and even though the Pinsir was more than capable of knocking her out, she had enough spunk left in her to growl and spit.
"No need to be so feisty. We are letting you go, after all. No hard feelings, so let's all get along here." Gawain hesitated at the sudden gesture of kindness, still feeling pretty convinced that this rotten rat of a bug was going to attack the moment he put her down. Still, maybe he could be proven wrong about this sort of thing. Willing to give it a shot, seeing how he could totally still kick her butt anyways, he put her down.
The Spinarak seemed confused about all of this, but she had the sense that the hostile vibes were being cleared up. That was totally ok in her books, because she had a web to clean up. With a tired sigh, she scuttled back into the bushes, leaving Gawain and Danny to scratch their heads at that anti-climatic end.
Post by Danny Kazuki on May 11, 2014 1:48:04 GMT -5
"You know," Danny started, watching as the Spinarak blended into the foliage, "I'm glad that ended the way it did. Last thing we need is a spider with a grudge. Can you even imagine what would happen if it called in backup?" He shuddered in horror at the thought, but Gawain couldn't relate. To him, it was foolish to feel fear for his kindred bug spirits. The Pinsir had to admit, maybe he was a little biased for being higher up on the bug food chain, but even the bigger bugs weren't something to be afraid of. Predators? More like dangerous challenges that he could totally best in combat if Danny got his act together as a trainer. "Pin...pin pin?" Oh, is that so? Gawain started after her, eager to see if she had any spider friends crawling around that would be willing to give Danny a good scare. It was a part of Gawain's master plan for training Danny into being the toughest, coolest trainer around. As far as his bug brain could tell, it was totally flawless. What was trauma when you had life's experience to back you up? "And where do you think you're going, mister?" With a Pokeball pressed against the Pinsir's backside, Gawain could only gulp as he heard the quiet click of the ball signal his return. Safely locked up in the ball's confines, Danny could only snort as the Pinsir threw a fit through the transparent, red top. "Yeah, you were totally going after that Spinarak with the best intentions. I'll believe you when girls start hitting on me." Ha, like that was ever going to happen. Slipping the Pinsir's ball back onto his stylish Pokebelt, he scratched his head in thought, realizing that he wasn't sure where to go from here.
"Hey, Larry. You still around?" He called, typically letting the Wingull do his own thing as long as he was in earshot. Glancing around the trees, he couldn't see that darn Wingull in sight. "Odd. You're not exactly one for vanishing acts." Even an unpredictable tornado of goof like Larry knew better than to stray away from him, seeing how catlike predators existed even in an urban setting, making exploration difficult for the curious bird. Well, this was lovely. If anyone asked if he was a responsible trainer, he'd be sweating harder than a pig in the sun.
But pigs don't sweat, and Danny liked to believe that he was responsible in some shape or form, so he was determined to find this bird. "Larry? Larry barry! I have snacks! Lots and lots of snacks, just for you Larry!" Helping his point, he slipped a hand into his bag to pull out a container of cat treats; Larry's favorite snack, and started shaking them. Even if Larry had a hard time hearing, he always paid extra attention when his favorite flavor was involved.
"Wingull!" An agonizing cry echoed out at the sound of treats, acting as if it was being tortured or restrained in some kind. Naturally, that had to be Danny's loving Larry. His head quickly jolted towards the sound, and with limbs trembling in excitement, he sped towards Larry's wails. What he found was rather disturbing, and he preferred not to talk about it. Larry the Wingull had some piece of junk rope tied around his neck, and a Murkrow was trying to walk its new pet. With a cruel caw, the Murkrow gleefully pulled at Larry's leash to make him waddle faster. Each time his pet tried to fly away, the Murkrow simply whacked him back down with a Wing Attack, making it difficult for Larry to escape.
"Hang on, buddy. I got you covered!" Overcome with the heroic need to free his friend from this prison, he leaped towards the Murkrow with arms furiously swiping at it, eager to grasp onto any body part available. With a snort, the Murkrow flew up, yanking Larry up with him as they dodged the assault. As if to make matters worse, the Murkrow marked Danny as another target it could play with. Furiously flapping its wings at the air, turbulent winds were rustled into action, effectively boosting the Murkrow's speed in its time of need. The wind whipped at Danny's bangs, forcing him to raise his arms if he even dreamed of maintaining his good hair day.
Great. Gawain was weak against flying types, and he took damage from that last battle. Seeing how Larry was playing the damsel in distress, it left Danny's options incredibly limited right about now. Pitiful whimpers from his pet bird clawed through his consciousness, making the reluctant trainer feel awful for even hesitating on such a thing. "Aph, I could really use your help right about now." Gripping a fresh Pokeball in his hand, his thumb slipped over the ball's center, popping it open to reveal a chipper Emolga. "Emol emo!" Hello 'ello! With a merry smile, she appeared to glide towards Larry in an attempt to get things done, but she swiftly curved around with the wind's command, affectionately latching onto Danny's face. "Mmph, met mff. Mmph!" Struggling to speak and breathe with a furry Emolga nuzzling against his cheeks, Aph unknowingly let out a cackle of electricity in her excitement, effectively shocking her trainer to the ground.
"Emollll~" She chirped, finally snuggling under Danny's neck to give him a chance to breathe. If she had been interacting with an electric type, the Nuzzle would've been seen as an affectionate and sweet gesture. Yeah, this didn't go over so well with human beings. "That's...that's great, Aph. I love seeing you too, pretty girl." He wheezed, arms twitching as electricity jumped from muscle to muscle, making it awfully hard to get back up. It would wear off in time, but gosh, he seriously hated letting out this Emolga. Her greetings were always so intense, and he had yet to find a way to train her out of it.
During the strange chain of events, the Murkrow had initially prepared itself for a challenge, but he found the Emolga's antics quite laughable. Even if he despised electric attacks, if they were coming from someone experienced, then even he could kick the batteries out of their behinds. "Ok, but I need you to focus. Larry's being the school weenie, and you're part of the problem. Think you can get him out of that leash with a Volt Switch?" It was a strange and risky plan, but Danny was willing to sacrifice some of Larry's health if it meant getting him back. Aph's tiny claws dug into her trainer's shirt as she turned to get a better look at the situation, hardly believing that she missed such an interesting scene upon being released! Then again, since when did she ever have a good eye for details? Details, details. With a delighted laugh, she kicked off of Danny's chest like a swimmer at the starting line, gliding towards the nearest tree in order to fight against the Tailwind's current. Once she reached a satisfying height, she sprung out towards the Murkrow, chuckling ever so menacingly as her cheeks sparked from the electric current. The current continued to grow more intense as her speed picked up, diving down towards the Murkrow's talons as she tagged herself in, giving the Murkrow the shock of his life as he dropped the Wingull's rope.
With freedom in his wings, Larry was switched into the battle with an excited cry. To Danny, this came off as especially strange, because Larry was rarely motivated for battles. All questions were answered when Larry lunged towards Danny's bag, furiously pecking at the bottle of treats that Danny offered earlier. "You scumbag...Aph, get back in there. You're the best one for this battle, gorgeous." Stern hands held Larry against his chest, refusing to let the troublesome bird anywhere near his favorite treats until things were resolved. "I don't know how, but you got into this mess. No rewards for the punished, ya jerk." Then again, it was entirely possible that the Murkrow did something to lure his Wingull away. The species was known for that type of torment, after all.
<You'll pay for that, you wanna-be loser! Think you're cool because you can glide? Not even flying, you poser.> The Murkrow laughed, hiding his fury at the Emolga's Volt Switch. Honestly, he was glad that he had the chance to fight her; it gave him a chance to get the revenge he craved against her chubby little cheeks.
<Sounds like you're just jealous because I have a super awesome cape. Caaape. Caaaape! Cape diem, bird.> Giving up on gliding against the Tailwind, the Emolga rested herself on the branches of a nearby tree. She held her ground by digging her claws into the rough wood, but that meant nothing against the Murkrow's double Night Shade onslaught. With a grimace, the speedy Night Shades blasted her off of her perch, further blowing her away by the wind. "Aph, get yourself together and climb higher." From the safety of the ground, Danny watched on as the Murkrow went in hot pursuit of his favorite target. A crooked beak began to darken as he chased after her with a Pursuit, but the Emolga's squirrel-y instincts kicked in, quickly grasping onto a tree as she twirled around it. The wind was hardly a problem when the tree's trunk blocked the wind's movements, and the more height she gained, the more the Tailwind struggled to reach her. Aph playfully stuck out her tongue as the Murkrow struggled to turn around, eyes narrowing in determination as he flew after her again.
"Alright, you punk. Let's see how you like a face of Shock Wave to the face! Aph, do it!" Danny cried from below, cheering his companion on as her cheeks cracked in warning. When the Murkrow persisted on chasing after her, she tsked, raising her little paws up and clapping them together to unleash an unavoidable Shock Wave. The electric current whipped at his wings, binding itself around him like a chain as it shocked his consciousness right out of him. With a withered croak, the Murkrow wheezed out a puff of black smoke as he fell through the bushes, rattling them all until it ended with a soft 'thud'. With a gleeful woop, the Emolga quickly glided towards the back of her trainer's head, latching onto it as if she was some sort of parasite. "When they said that electric moves were good against flying, they weren't kidding." He let out a nervous chuckle, still feeling the sting of her prior Nuzzle. For now, he let the Emolga stick around as he sniffed around for burnt Murkrow.
Once he found it, he casually tossed a Pokeball at it. After all, he was kind of responsible for the bird after beating it up. He couldn't just leave it fainted here, now could he?
Post by Danny Kazuki on Jun 5, 2014 21:07:52 GMT -5
Catching the Murkrow felt like one heck of an accomplishment, seeing how it was his first catch of the region, and it had been ages since he got into the whole catch and train mentality. With the dirt stained Pokeball in hand, he briefly polished the red cap with his shirt until it looked presentable, then cupped it loosely within his hands. "I'll think of a name later, little guy. But don't think you're unimportant for not having a nickname, because I just need a little time to Google the perfect name." Crouched down, he continued to have a one-sided with his unconscious Murkrow, convinced that in one way or another, his feelings would get through to the bird. "Just don't pick on Larry anymore, or I'll put a leash on you until you learn how to play nice. My sister also has a giant bird-eating dragon, so seriously. Take some time to cool off, and we'll try to re-do that first impression." With domestic matters settled, he slipped Murkrow's ball back onto his belt for safe-keeping, only now catching onto his Pokemon's chatter in the background.
<'Aph, you really are a bird's best friend! I never thought that a bird could be so mean, and he said I'd never see you guys again, and I didn't want to be some Murkrow's pet! I don't want to be anybody's pet--do you know how humiliating that is? I have my pride, you know.'> Larry lamented, sulking behind a sullied wing, completely covered in scratches and dirt from the Murkrow's torment.
<'Even if the big guy didn't tell me what to do, of course I'd have your back. I wouldn't even think about it, Lair. But you know, Danny caught the brute. We'll probably be eating with him, training with him, sleeping with him, greeting him every morning, battling against others with him, having duets with him--'> The Emolga's words fused with one another as her pace picked up, making it difficult to discern each word for what it was.
<'Stop telling me this kind of thing!'> Larry interjected with a pained groan, <'I don't even want to think about it. I'm not emotionally ready. I'm just not.'> The two went on and on like this until Danny caught their attention, circling around a nearby tree as if something was wrong about it. The pair exchanged curious looks before hopping closer, curious about the strange change in behavior.
Not even bothering to give them an explanation, Danny roughly shimmied up the tree, feet grasping for whatever footholds they could find as he wormed his way higher and higher. He was no chipmunk, but he had enough experience climbing trees as a kid, so going up to the second lowest branch was no problem. The branch was easy enough to stand on, and the leaves were thick and healthy enough to provide shelter to those small enough to need it. "Guys, I think I found something legendary." Beaming with excitement, he resisted an obnoxious giggle as he pulled out a pair of lacy panties from the branches. "It's a rare Pokemon--Pantysaur!" He laughed, flaunting the undergarments to his crew as if it was a flag of glory.
<'Personally, I have no complaints about leaving him up in the tree.'> <'But he'd never survive up there. You're only saying that because you're mean.'> Aph huffed, not taking a shine to Larry's dry-as-earth sarcasm.
"You guys aren't any fun. But seriously though, how'd something like this get up here? Unless underwear grows on trees, I can't make sense of this one." He was starting to feel uncomfortable holding them, feeling as if this was one of those moments where someone would walk in on him and deem him a rabid pervert. As he considered tucking the garment between the nearby leaves, an angered, high-pitched squeal made him hobble backwards. "W-What the--!" He cried, attempting to save himself by grabbing onto the branch, but something tackled into his hand, forcing him to land on the lowest branch with a groan.
Letting out a worried shout, Aph was the first to react, gliding towards the source of Danny's pain with fervent concern. Something was up there, and not knowing what it was was the scariest part about this entire situation. "Wing, wingull wing." Larry took a more conservative approach, deciding that peace was the safer option, and Danny's health was top priority. Granted, he didn't have any abilities that could ease his trainer's plight, so he sat on his trainer's face until the guy started moving again.
<'I can't believe some stranger touched my blanket again! It's always some weird boy too. I don't understand, but you're the last one to do that, you thief!'> The Caterpie clung to her favorite cloth as if she couldn't get by without it, and when the Emolga landed on the branch to investigate, naturally she became defensive. She chattered wildly at the Emolga's arrival, warning the rodent to back off, but Aph wasn't listening. Whether the Caterpie wanted it or not, she was going to get one hell of a hug. Moving nimbly across the branch, the Emolga's arms spread out with malicious desire, grasping the worm as her claws dug into her backside. With a vengeful purr, her cheeks brushed against the Caterpie's, effectively shocking and paralyzing the culprit with her Nuzzle. Realizing the severity of her situation, the Caterpie chomped down on the Emolga's neck, growling as her tiny jaws pierced through fur and skin. It stung, yes, but Aph took it well due to being part flying.
Sensing that her attack lacked that boom boom pow, the Caterpie cut off her attack early to spray a sticky String Shot at the Emolga's face, effectively wrapping a thin blindfold around her once confident opponent. That did the trick, because Aph was horrified at the sensation of saliva coated string soaking around her eyes. Talk about ew, ew, and more ew. Doing her best not to gag at the situation, she struggled to tug the string off her eyes. This worked to a degree, but it didn't stop the string from spreading onto her front paws. <'OOoh, you're disgusting!'> Aph's shrill voice hinted at her rage, and despite her sticky paws, she was willing to fight until the end. It was right about then that Danny shoved Larry off his face, and with an aching backside, he winced as he clung to the tree trunk for support. At least he had a good idea of what was going on up there, but the origin of the mysterious panties had yet to be explained. Maybe he'd never find out--a devastating thought.
"Take it to the air, Aph. See if she can fight you in mid-air." Hip hip hooray, Danny now officially felt helpful. With a savage hiss, his Emolga flew over her foe and latched onto the Caterpie's tail by using her feet. This strategy probably would've worked if Aph was some sort of predatory bird, but no. She was a glider, not a flier. Thanks to Danny's piss poor plan and Aph's lack of thought, the pair crashed to the ground with a comical 'thump'. "Uh, sorry!" Bad trainer. Bad. Danny could only scold himself as he hopped off the branch, nervously watching as the dazed duo wobbled back onto their feet. At least Aph was the type to forgive him, but he couldn't be sure about this Caterpie he just met.
<'Why would you do that if you knew you couldn't carry me?'> The Caterpie wailed, wishing that the pounding sensation in her head would go away sooner.
<'I didn't have time to think it through. I just moved on impulse because the plan sounded cool.'> Aph moaned back, silently agreeing with the Caterpie to take a small breather until they were both ready to fight. Taking in a deep breath, the cheeky Emolga did her best to suck the pain up, knowing full well that this fight wasn't going to last forever. "Heads up, it's coming your way!" Danny's warning snapped her back to the battle, and sure enough, the Caterpie was able to get a decent Tackle on her. The Caterpie must've been ready to wrap things up too, because the Tackle attacks kept on coming. Right as she finished one of them, the worm was already charging at her for a second assault. Feeling too tired to dodge, she could only take the hits as her cheeks cackled and popped with electricity.
"Finish it off with Shock Wave!" Man, it would've been embarrassing to say this sort of thing and not finish something off. Even with Danny's inexperience, he knew that Shock Wave was one of Aph's best moves. The fact that it was so reliable and near impossible to dodge made it so attractive, and if she spammed the move enough, the Caterpie was likely to faint. Aph's cheeks sparked with excitement at the command, happily releasing her pent up electricity to turn this worm into a crispy barbecue. If she wasn't a herbivore, she'd probably consider eating the worm too.
Even if he didn't necessarily need a Caterpie on his team, he kind of wanted it anyways. Worms were easier to deal with than spiders, and he had some concerns about the Caterpie's odd attachment to girl's underwear.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Jun 8, 2014 2:02:11 GMT -5
Catching a Caterpie wasn't something to brag about, but Danny was pretty content with his new recruit. All they had to do was work out a few kinks in their friendship, and there would be smooth sailing from there. "C'mere, girl." Nodding his head at Aph, he beckoned her closer with a welcoming whistle. Charcoal ears twitched in response as she turned around, finding relief in her trainer's rewarding smile. If she still had the energy, she would've been clinging to his face like a muzzle by now. Instead, all she could do was wheeze as she waddled up to his legs, snuggling against his feet as her front claws gripped at his jeans, giving them a gentle tug. It was a silent request to be held, and Danny was quick to oblige, happily scooping her up into his arms as she flopped over his shoulder like an infant. "You did good for today. Guess all of that natural talent is going to take you places someday, huh?" Scratching her chin, he oo'd and aww'd at her saccharine affection. Larry could only sit on a nearby stump and wait for his turn to have some TLC, but the farther Danny walked away, the faster he realized that he wasn't going to get a turn. Haha, no love Larry.
Still, he was a hopeful, loyal bird that believed that Danny would at least acknowledge him before leaving the clearing. After all of the years the spent growing up side by side in the Kazuki household, Larry knew his family, and he knew that if given a choice, they would never willingly leave him behind. His dedicated stare honed in on his best friend's retreating figure, waiting for the prime moment of acknowledgement where the man would turn around, feeling nothing but shame for forgetting dear old Larry. His talons tapped against the bark of the stump, counting down the seconds until his trainer's figure disappeared behind the bushes. Being remembered by the person he considered dearest to him was taking an awfully long time, and the most troubling part about this was that his tummy was starting to get upset. Whenever he was stressed, his stomach was filled with an insatiable desire to consume until his belly exploded. Luckily that had yet to happen with Danny's diligence, but the bird had next to no self-control on his own.
He knew that he had to do something to contain this irresistible urge to eat, but another part of him wanted to make Danny feel miserable, toxic self-loathing for doing this to his wingman. And having his good-for-nothing friend simply feel horrible about his faulty personality wasn't enough! No, he needed to see this for himself. He needed to hear apology after apology, and he needed pretty boy to bend and grovel if Danny even dreamed of betraying Larry's warm-hearted intentions. Hunger kindled the sour ache of rejection, and soon he was resisting the sting of tears for being left in the wild unsupervised. So this was it! He was finally being released into the wild, and nobody cared enough to even sympathize with a bird like him. How was he even going to find his favorite snack in the wild? It wasn't as if cat treats grew on trees, right? Well, considering the previous oddity they found in a tree, maybe a jar of cat treats wouldn't be so surprising.
As he started to take a step off his perch, a sudden fiend zipped underneath him, knocking him right onto his bum. ||Whoa there, brofriend. The ground is lava, don'tcha know? If you step on the earth, you'll feel as if you're giving birth.|| Zipping backwards to get a good look at this guy, the Yanma couldn't help but catch a few tears hiding in the corner. ||Heh, not that I know what that's like. Only humans do that, and from what I've heard, it's loud, painful, and involves a cult in this thing called a 'hospital'. So yeah--don't touch the ground, or you'll regret it.|| She tsked with a shake of her head, giving the Wingull enough time to hide his tears with a wipe of his wing.
||Then how do humans walk on the ground?|| Larry retorted, rejecting the amusement of his gullible side as he tried to step on another's fun with the power of logic.
||Shoes, duh.|| The Yanma flicked her hand, shooing away the unusual, serious air that settled over them.
||And what about Pokemon that can't fly? They don't have shoes.|| Larry pressed on, determined to shake the Yanma free from her faulty reality.
||Aha! And that's where you're wrong, brodude. Do you really think humans invented the shoe without inspiration from us Pokemon? Pokemon have calloused paws and feet, and when that's not enough, they have soft-padded fur to cushion them from injury. This is why they're able to run so quickly on their legs. But us flying dudes?|| She pitifully looked at two of her arms before rejecting them with a shake of her head, ||We're just not equipped. The ground is lava, so we're doomed to fly, my feathered butterfly.||
||O-Oh...is that so?|| Larry self-consciously glanced down at his talons, frowning when he indeed realized that he lacked soft pads and fur to keep the lava at bay. This was indeed a problem, because if he didn't eat, then he couldn't fly, and right now he needed some grub. ||How do you eat without touching the lava? How do you drink?|| He asked, fearing life in the wild now that he knew this hideous knowledge.
||I can show you if you'd like. Just tag along, and I'll teach you how to avoid being someone's fried chicken.|| With a cheeky grin, the Yanma sped through the forest with the help of a Speed Boost. Overwhelmed with the sudden departure, Larry had to mentally kick himself a few times to get his feet and wings back into action. Of all things, he was not going to let this friend go. He might not have been as fast as the dragonfly, but the Choice Scarf in his heart motivated him enough to nimbly maneuver after her.
At a nearby pond, she taught him how to cup the lake's water in the hand of a leaf enriched branch. The trick had him pleasantly surprised as he licked several droplets off each leaf, which didn't seem like much at first, but it was a great way to sneak a drink while avoiding predators. The area was also ripe with various fruits and berries; some were edible, others were not, and the Yanma made that distinction clear by pointing out the key features in each berry. When Larry grew tired, she showed him how to properly hide himself by arranging the leaves in the trees to properly cover his body. It was an endless learning experience that he never wanted to part from, but an ill-timed call from a frantic trainer was quick to ruin his moment with the Yanma. "Larry! Larry! Yoooo, where are you? I'm sorry if you're mad at me--I know I deserve it! I just...I thought you'd follow like always. Come on, Lair. Just come out, and we'll be friends."
There was no mistaking that it was Danny's voice; Larry could recognize that attention hoarding whine anywhere, especially after hearing this familiar apologetic tone each time he pissed someone in the Kazukis off. Currently sitting in a tiny tree fort he made together with his cute Yanma girlfriend, his eyes narrowed as he watched his callous trainer frantically search through the bushes. Asshole didn't seem to realize that the bushes were a part of the lava, and he refused to burn today! ||You're lucky.|| Larry could barely detect a bitter aftertaste in that statement, and he could only wait for her to explain as she fiddled with the dandelion that Larry carefully picked for her. ||Not all trainers come back for their Pokemon. It isn't uncommon for a human to leave their companions behind simply because they don't meet their expectations. They figure we have the instincts to survive on our own out here, so they shouldn't have to deal with the guilt of abandonment.||
||Not everyone gets such an easy chance to learn how to live out here.|| The flower's stem snapped in half, but she didn't care. Her arms kept bending and breaking at the flower, finding it all the more easier to talk if she kept her limbs moving. ||If he's worth going back to, you should go. If you fight, you can make up. But if he's holding you back, then don't even think twice. Those are good guidelines for any -ship, really.||
"Larry, my throat hurts. I'm tired. I want to go back to the city, but I can't leave without you bud. If some raggedy lion ate you, I swear I'll beat it until it spits you out. You can count on me, heh...heh." Danny's wails were increasingly becoming more and more pathetic, and it was starting to irritate some of the locals. Bugs, birds, and land mammals glared from the trees and bushes as Danny stumbled around, all losing patience with the boy's endless endurance. ||...I can't let him do this to himself. Yanma, I'm sorry. You're great, really.|| The Wingull sniffed out, opening his wings up to give his friend a parting hug. It would've been great if Danny could've taken her along, but he had a feeling that she was needed here. Someone had to guide Pokemon like him back home, and she did her job well.
||Dannnyyyyy! Stop with the yodeling, you pretentious jerkwad. I could hear you from last month.|| He scoffed, barreling towards Danny's chest with a needy hug and whine. It was a heartfelt reunion as sweet as strawberry wine, only to be ruined as a bunch of randomass Pokemon chased to the forest's edge, giving them an angry enough warning that would keep them away for days.
Summary:
- Made friends with a cute Yanma - Larry learned some survival tips - thread complete !
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