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Post by Danny Kazuki on Jul 31, 2014 22:58:44 GMT -5
An itch to explore led Danny right out of Castelia City, and as the allure and excitement of the city lights morphed into the breath-taking Skyarrow Bridge, he started to get curious about what lurked on the other side of it. Thanks to working a few part time jobs in the big city, he was able to at least rent a bike as he crossed over a slew of cars, all put putting their way through traffic just to make a living. With the wind playfully tossing his bangs over one another, he was reminded of his father, and how confined that sort of lifestyle was. Working 9 to 5, going to an office, sitting down in a cubicle all day with no hope of sunlight, butt aching from sitting in a cheap chair all day; yeah, that sort of thing was not meant for him. Try as his father might, there was no way he was giving in to having a boring job for the sake of extra cash. There had to be another way! Life picked him to be the chosen one. Danny couldn't explain it, but something wild and unknown was out there, waiting for him to discover it.
Something incredible and fun. Maybe there was a radiant treasure hiding in the depths of the McDonalds ball pit, full of potential and power. It was even made out of gold while decorated in jewels, he mused with a greedy chuckle. Once he made it across the bridge, Danny swiftly proceeded to collapse under the nearest tree, wheezing and panting as the shade kept the overbearing sun at bay. "Bridge...pain...air...ugh." Talking only made his lungs cry out even harder, forcing him to heave in silence until his lungs chilled out. At the very least, his throat was achy breaky sore, but he sucked it up with a final huff, latching onto the nearest tree for support as his exhausted legs trembled from the effort. "I'm so out of shape. I am so...so...so out of shape. Even a Caterpie could outrun me. Winnie could beat me up. She definitely could. I've seen her shred helpless paper balls to pieces. She's a terror." If the people back at home saw him now, they'd mock him. He shuddered in horror at the thought, knowing full well how often he bragged about being the next kickass Indiana Jones, explorer of justice and legends, and how could he compare to such a figure if he was in pain over a stinking bridge? Hell, his Caterpie could beat him up. There was clearly a problem here.
"I need an 80s montage, because actual exercise is horrible." He sighed, legs finally shaking off the pedal pains as he dragged himself through the forest, completely oblivious to the pitiful stares of the bike rental crew as they quietly collected his rickety bike in the background. The more he walked in the fresh air, however, the more rejuvenated he felt. There was something nice about Unova that Hoenn and Orre lacked--it seemed more vibrant, somehow. The trees had deeper shades of green, and some of the tree trunks here were thicker than 100 cans of cheese whiz. Clearly this forest had some history to it, and although staying on the path was probably a good idea..."Hehehehe!" He giggled, speeding immediately off the path of safe return and straight towards the heart of the woods.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Aug 2, 2014 20:08:34 GMT -5
Pinwheel Forest wasn't exactly living up to its name, but it sure was a forest alright. Vines crept up the trees like snakes patiently waiting for birds to take a breather on the towering branches, and depending on where he stood, he could barely catch a glimpse of the sun peaking through the leaf coated sky. Skipping across the carpet of dead and decaying leaves, sticks, and dried up mud, he was able to keep a merry pace for about 5 minutes until his breath escaped him once again. "Seriously...being out of shape is the worst." He mumbled, still feeling the life draining effects of the prior bike ride as he slowed down to a casual walking pace. It was the most he could manage at this point, much to his chagrin, and he was pretty thankful that he wasn't a Pokemon at this point. At least humans could get away with being lazy sacks of potatoes, but Pokemon were expected to either train or survive. Maybe there were a few lazy house pets out there too, but with all of the aspiring Pokemon trainers out there, that wasn't so likely.
After aimlessly wandering around the woods in hopes of finding something incredible and rare, the leaves crumpled and crackled with life as something approached him from behind. "A surprise attack?!" Whirling around to face the foe before it could strike, Danny presented his boldest, 'come at me bro' pose with legs spread apart for balance and clenched fists preparing to strike. The leaves continued to crunkle and crinkle, until finally a Patrat somersaulted onto the scene with a tiny squeak. Uncurling from its ball-like pose to stare up at Danny, who held in his frustration at the lack of a good ass-kicking fight by maintaining his action scene pose, the Patrat scratched behind his ear and proceeded to groom itself until Danny moved. "Uh...so much for a surprise attack. You're awfully friendly, aren't you, little fella?" Seeing how the Patrat didn't bother to flee at the sight of his action hungry fists, Danny crouched down to get a better look at the wide eyed rat. The Patrat briefly perked up at the trainer's voice, tiling its head with unblinking eyes as it questioned the human's intentions. "You shouldn't be so trusting though. A lot of us are bad, you know? I guess to a wild Pokemon, humans must be like, the worst villains out there. Or maybe not always. Hm..." He certainly didn't consider himself a bad guy, but there were some Pokemon on his team that hadn't originally come with him willingly. At least none of them hated him to the point of running away, given how much he loved to spoil them rotten, but maybe there was a better way to catch Pokemon. The Patrat didn't have much interest in what Danny was saying, but her nose picked up a scrumptious scent coming from the bag glued to Danny's hip. Not minding the threat of battle or capture, she boldly stumbled right into his lap, much to his surprise, then started to crawl into his bag with a crunch and a plop. "Hey now, there's nothing for you in there. Sheesh, you're really brave for a rat. Come on out, lil dude." He could hear the crinkling of his Poke'Me, Poke'You condoms and his Cheetos emergency supply, and the more he heard those crinkles, the more he understood what the Patrat was after. Contraception Food.
Some Pokemon would do anything for food, and he heard of cases where wild Pokemon would suddenly turn aggressive because people fed them scraps so much. The case proved to be true with the Patrat, because the moment he reached into the bag to take her out, she gave him a swift and painful nip on the finger for even trying to stop her raid. "Auuuugh!" He yelped, shaking the pain off by flopping his arm like a single player game of jump rope. "Now you're in for it, you little scamp." Growling with both hands set on snatching the Cheetos from the Patrat's paws, the Patrat suddenly stuck her tongue out, mocking him for even thinking that he could come out here to have a good time, then hopped right out of his bag, food in tow. Unbelievable. He was getting mugged by a rat, of all things, and he hadn't suspected it in the slightest. "No one gets away with robbing Danny, The Magnificent Scoundrel Kicker! When I get my hands on you, you'll get it! You'll get it bad, you hear me! I'll send you all to extinction!" Thumping his hands against his pecs like a riled up Infernape, he ran after that Patrat for the sake of justice.
But as luck would have it, that Patrat knew the forest way better than he did, and it was only too easy to lose its trail. "I can't believe my Cheetos are gone. They're all gone. They must be so cold and lonely out in the wilderness, all by themselves. They don't deserve this. They deserve better." Those dearly departed Cheetos would remain in his heart for weeks after this, now that he learned his lifelong lesson about thieving rascals. "At least I have two more bags in here. That's a good enough lunch, right?" Patting the bag, he laughed when it crinkled back in response. Yes, this wasn't the worst situation out there. He was still armed with food, despite the painful sacrifice from earlier. Thinking that it was best to start backtracking before he got too lost, he froze once he saw that his path was blocked by a wall of intense eyes, all attracted to the crinkle in his bag. Even the female Patrat from earlier was with the group, apparently leading them all over to him for the sake of claiming the food she couldn't get earlier. "9 against 1? What kind of gang are you running?" Danny couldn't believe his luck. Now that he was robbed by a rat, they all thought that he was easy game.
<You're pretty bad at counting. But you're smart enough to put the food down without a fight, right?> A Watchog emerged from behind the trees, apparently the leader of this group based on how the Patrat parted, allowing the Watchog through as she continued her harassment. <Don't even think about running away, either. My friends are excellent trackers.> With a light chuckle, the Watchog snapped her fingers, cuing the rest of the Patrat to use Mean Look on Danny. The stare brigade left Danny's legs trembling in their place, leaving him with a looming sense of dread each time he took a step away from the group.
With how things were turning out, Danny could either let the Patrat group have their way, effectively crushing his ego in the process, or he could fight them for as long as possible. This kind of counted as an adventure, right? The hero was cornered. The villains approached from all directions, using the dreaded Mean Look to keep him in his place. Now was the appropriate time for a dramatic action scene! "You won't take the rest of the goods that easily, you thieves. Those snacks weren't just for me, after all. I'm pretty sure my friends will have something to say if you take the rest without permission. Isn't that right, Gawain? Winnie? Hermes?" With Gawain the powerhouse at his side, Winnie, a Caterpie with a nonstop appetite, and Hermes, a new recruit that kept hoarding all of Danny's food, Danny was convinced that the trio was enough to take these guys on. If not, then he could always send someone else out to even out the score.
<You're funny. You're only going to lose, kiddo.> The Watchog laughed as she crossed her arms, tail swishing from side to side in anticipation. That Pinsir looked tough, but she had enough tricks to keep even the strongest Pokemon at bay. The rest of the Patrat looked nervous about the threat, but their leader's confidence was encouraging. Some of them jeered at the crew as they locked the trio into battle with a Mean Look, while some of the others charged after them with a dangerous Hyper Fang. "Gawain, protect Winnie and Hermes. Smack those rats out of there with a Brick Break!" He wasn't sure how Hermes was going to handle himself in battle, but Winnie went down easily from attacks. Protecting her while training her was a priority, as well as getting out of this battle with their food in tact. <And just how do you end up getting involved with the Patrat mafia? What kind of trainer does this to themselves?> Hermes snorted as he took a protective step in front of the Caterpie, not that it mattered, because Gawain towered over both of them as the Patrat's fangs dug into his arms and legs. <It takes talent, luck, and a new level of carelessness.> Gawain huffed, grinning and bearing the pain of each Hyper Fang until he smacked each Patrat off, instantly rendering two of them unconscious in a single strike. Figuring that this was going to be a tough battle, he raised his defenses with a quick and simple harden, preparing for the next onslaught in case Winnie and Hermes needed protection. <Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need protection. I'm not weak, just tiny.> Irritated at the lack of faith her companions had in her, she proceeded to give Hermes a small whack on the head. <Yeowch! What was that for?!> He barked, only to get smacked on the face again, all because of Winnie's short temper. <We're going to ride into battle, pup. And if you have a problem with that, then take it up with Mr.Hero .> Quickly mounting the Zigzagoon as if he was a steed, her itty bitty legs kicked at his sides, encouraging him to charge into battle.
<Subdue them before they can hit you.> The Watchog called from afar, finding the duo less of an issue than the hulking Pinsir in the back. She was going to have to do something about him and that Brick Break, seeing how it was able to easily take out two of her crew in a single hit. Several Patrat used Hypnosis on the steed and his knight, and while the sleep inducing waves managed to miss the prideful Caterpie, Hermes was struggling to stay awake. His pace began to slow down to a halt as his eyelids felt as heavy as anchors. With a sluggish sigh, he collapsed on the ground, leaving Winnie to defend the two of them until he woke up. As a Patrat used Hyper Fang on the sleeping Hermes, the Watchog stood in front of Gawain with a haughty chuckle. <You're trouble, but soon you won't be.> Gawain could only raise an eyebrow as he braced himself with another Harden, sensing that something horrible was coming at him the moment the Watchog's body began to radiate an intense flash of light. Once the flash settled down, Gawain was a hobbling, toppling mess that could barely stand up straight. He could barely complete sentences until he whacked himself in the head, all because of the Watchog's powerful Confuse Ray. With Gawain attacking himself and Hermes sleeping on the field, Winnie could only fight back with an occasional Bug Bite, keeping a few Patrat at bay until they lulled her to sleep with another devastating Hypnosis.
"Uh...crap. Hang on, hang on. I have a plan, Winnie. Don't give up yet." It was unfortunate that he put his powerful Honchkrow in the PC for now, but he managed to obtain a new teammate that was totally worth the trade. Taking out the Pokeball of his new Spritzee, he hesitantly sent her out for the second time. Zizi, a Spritzee that he bought from some breeder after seeing an ad, had never battled with a trainer before, based on what he knew. Still, he wasn't going to ask her to battle. As long as she could hang out in the back with him to support the rest, then everything should've been fine. "Zizi, could you help us out with Aromatherapy? Save the day for us." Zizi wasn't one for brutal battles, but one look at the situation told her that maybe an Aromatherapy was necessary. It wasn't as if she was touching those nasty rats herself anyways, so why not? With a deep breath, the tiny bird flapped her wings, releasing a sweet and relaxing scent throughout the area.
While it didn't cure Gawain of his confusion, it woke Hermes right up, quickly alerting him to the tricky situation he found himself in. <Cheeseus! What did I miss? Hey, you! Get out of my face! And why are you still on my back, kid?> Brushing a Patrat off with a Tail Whip, he turned around in an attempt to buck the Caterpie off of him, but Winnie held on tight, refusing to part.<I can fight better from up here, duh. Also, three Patrat incoming from the left.> With a tiny huff, she sprayed a String Shot at the approaching Patrat, giving Hermes enough time to turn around and wiggle his tail around some more, effectively lowering their defense until he Headbutted one further away. Winnie was quick to give the injured one a quick Bug Bite as Hermes bolted past them, effectively knocking it out. Feeling empowered from the mini victory, she used another Bug Bite on another Patrat's ear, doing enough damage so Hermes could knock it out with Tackle. <I don't think we make a bad team--especially like this, so stop complaining about having a cute girl on your back.> She laughed, feeling rather relieved now that some of the Patrat were beginning to approach them with caution.
The Watchog had at least 4 Patrat ganging up on the Pinsir, who proceeded to respond to the situation by attacking himself again. "Gawain, c'mon. You can't just take this! Fight back! Hit the Patrat and lay down the smack down." This wasn't the first time that Gawain had been confused either, and honestly, it sucked to watch. All of that power was being used against him, and the Patrats were leaping on him with fangs sinking into his skin. Winnie and Hermes had one more Patrat to deal with, and taking it out was simple enough when they worked together, but Winnie was left taking a brutal Hyper Fang by the time the scuffle was over.
Sensing that unwanted backup was coming close, the Watchog let out a loud cry, alerting the Patrats to the duo's arrival. Two of the attacking Patrat hopped off the injured Pinsir, staring the pair down with another sleep inducing Hypnosis. This time, the Hypnosis managed to send both of them to dreamland, but another Aromatherapy from Zizi immediately woke them up. <Tch. I didn't even see the one over there. Annoying.> Watchog could only glare at the Spritzee on Danny's head, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Until the remaining Pokemon were dealt with, she couldn't touch Danny.
<Two more Patrat, huh? You guys are nothing compared to us. You're all the dirt beneath my feet, scumbags.> With a tired but cocky laugh, he proceeded to use another Tail Whip on the duo, leaving them vulnerable to his next attacks. Allowing a vile, toxic substance to rise from his throat, he spewed out a Gunk Shot at the two Patrat, even managing to poison one of them until Winnie finished them off with a couple of Bug Bites. Right as the Watchog had enough of her comrade's defeat, Gawain snapped out of his confusion with an exasperated roar. He was done with all of this crap at this point. The smelly breath. The teeth. The rodents crawling all over his body as he punched himself repeatedly. He was done. Done. Vigorously tossing a Patrat off of him with a Seismic Toss, he launched it at the Watchog's face to get her attention.
This was bad. Very bad. But it wasn't something that another Confuse Ray couldn't help, right? With the two remaining Patrat scuttling to her sides, they nervously glanced up at her, not sure how to handle the battle now that their numbers were even. Well, they were mostly even, depending on whether you counted the Spritzee in the back or not. Deciding that her foes were properly weakened, she felt that they had enough of a chance as any to take them all out. With paws clenched, she prepared another Confuse Ray for the Pinsir, glowing bright with light to send Gawain out of control once again. <Ha! I can take one for the team too.> Winnie called out, leaping off of Hermes's head like a diving board as Gawain attempted to cover his eyes before the attack could hit.
All that ended up happening was having one very confused Caterpie stumbling on the ground, leaving both Hermes and Gawain open to attack whoever they wanted thanks to Winnie's sacrifice. The two Patrat attempted to gang up on the Zigzagoon first, using a crunch to pin him down so their Watchog leader could finish him off. As she approached with a triumphant snarl, ready to smash the Zigzagoon's face in with a Low Kick, the Zigzagoon started to wink and blow kisses as a last resort. Some of the hearts he blew out pecked her on the face, and as innocent as that at seemed, it was enough to render her lovesick. Her new object of adoration was trapped before her eyes, with her loyal Patrat henchmen pinning him down against his will. As much as she wanted to knock him out, all she could do was wistfully sigh, wishing that she could stare into those gorgeous eyes until she died.
Gawain wasn't having any of that though, and as he tiptoed behind the distracted Watchog, he cleared his throat the moment he was directly behind her. <Sorry, miss. But the restraining order applies right now!> Latching onto her hips with his horns, he proceeded to throw her straight into the ground with a heavy thud, leaving the two Patrat stunned with fear at the sight. With a grin, Hermes was quick to take advantage of the situation by letting loose a Thunderbolt at those who dared touch him, freaking them out until Gawain shut them up with a furious Revenge attack, smacking them in the face for crawling all over him earlier. His combined efforts with Hermes was enough to knock them out, leaving only the attracted Watchog left on the field. Sharing a smirk with each other, they took a deep breath and nodded. The final foe was waiting for them, lovesick like a weeb staring longingly at their waifu through the computer screen.
Gawain charged at her first, smacking her around with a Brick Break until Hermes leaped into her arms, acting loving and sympathetic to her pain until he began to tickle her ruthlessly. All she could do was laugh and collapse onto the ground, wishing that she had the willpower to fight back as Gawain finished her off with a final Revenge, knocking her unconscious like the rest of her friends. "Holy crap...man, we were outnumbered that time. Good to see you're all ok." It was good to see that they didn't have much of a problem working together either. For once, his Pokemon seemed pretty compatible. Winnie was still tottering about in her confusion, but Zizi stayed near her side until the effect wore off. Gawain and Hermes could only laugh and remark about how those Patrat had it coming, nudging each other lightly as they joined the rest of the group to celebrate their victory.
In fact, the battle went over so well, that even Winnie had a chance to evolve after her first successful battle. Most of her battles had only ended in failure, but maybe now she had a chance to get even stronger.
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Post by Danny Kazuki on Aug 4, 2014 0:38:39 GMT -5
As the situation began to calm down, Gawain and Hermes teamed up to drag all of the fainted Patrat into a neat pile. Danny didn't see a problem with it, but by the time he turned to check in on them, the Patrat and Watchog were arranged as if they were ready to summon the devil himself. "Whoa there, fellas. We're not strong enough to take on the demon king." With an affectionate smile, he reached up to pet the Spritzee that made herself comfortable on his head. "Isn't that right, Zizi?" Rather shy and unfamiliar with the Pokemon she just battled with, Zizi held her tongue, but she sure didn't mind having Danny scratch her chin. "And Winnie, you sure held your own out there. Jumping in front of that Confuse Ray was pretty brave. It's the kind of thing you'd see on TV, except you made the glory of fiction a reality." Crouching down to allow Winnie an easy ride on his shoulders, the Caterpie politely declined, choosing to pose heroically on the ground instead. Even if she wasn't chummy buddies with her trainer, she couldn't deny the high she felt from his praise. She did do a good job, and she did a lot of the work by herself. With a sheepish chuckle, she could feel her pride welling up inside her, but there was another indescribable feeling in her chest. She felt warmth in her chest, and the more she tapped into that feeling, the stronger it felt. Overcome with warmth and emotion, she began to evolve right in front of Danny's eyes. Danny wasn't oblivious to the concept of evolution, but seeing it for himself was something else. He wasn't even sure when he started holding his breath as Winnie grew larger and larger, taking the shape of a cocoon as the evolution's light settled down, revealing her new Metapod body to the group.
<...I lost my legs.> Winnie rocked back and forth, taking in her new form with a touch of disappointment. Exactly how was she supposed to move around in a body like this? <I've never felt so lethargic in my entire life. So this is what it means to be a teenager. I thought it'd be more romantic.> Her bountiful energy as a childish Caterpie was suddenly subdued now that she was a sleepy, hungry Metapod, but she still had it in her to kick butt when the occasion called for it.<Don't worry about it, kid. All we have to do is toss you around like a football, and you'll be fine.> Hermes gave her a reassuring pat on the back, but based on the jumbled up mumble she hissed out, he got the vibe that he wasn't as comforting as he thought. <On second thought, why don't you just sit on my back? I'll be your guide mutt. I'm a professional guide mutt, and I have my PH.D in not getting lost. It'll be a cinch, Winwin.> With a playful wag of his tail, he slouched over the curve of her body, grinning at her until she finally agreed with a reluctant sigh. "A Metapod, huh? Dude, that's so cool. You're like, one step away from being a Butterfree that soars through the skies. You're gonna be even more gorgeous." Now that someone on his team evolved through training and effort, unlike the Honchkrow that sort of came out of nowhere with a Dusk Stone, Danny was getting ideas about the rest of his team. Besides his Pinsir and Emolga, all of them had the chance to evolve into something stronger. Until that day came, he had to make sure that their battles yielded experience to some degree."Listen, guys. I don't know if I ever made this clear to you all, but this is the deal. The stronger we get, the safer it is to explore whatever it is out there. Of course there's always gonna be danger, but we'll be ready for it. If there's treasure out there, we'll find it. If there's a wickedly powerful boss out there, we'll beat it up. Usually Pokemon Trainers test themselves by fighting Gym Leaders, but...I'm not into that. There's better things out there than being the champion, and I can feel it. One day..." He leaned in close to the group, making the Spritzee on his head momentarily lose her balance, but with a few gentle flaps of her wings, she regained her composure with a huff. "We're gonna discover something unbelievable, and we'll make history." It felt good to get that out there with the new recruits, since obviously the two Pokemon he owned before his journey knew what was up, but the new guys were probably clueless. Even Gawain, the third in command, was thoughtfully considering the importance of his training as his heavy horns cast a shadow upon the group. "And with that...let's nap. I'm tired." All four Pokemon shot Danny an exasperated look, wondering what he did in that entire ordeal that was so exhausting. Sensing their accusing stares, he was quick to shrug and hold up his hands in defense. "Hey now, you have no idea how long it took to bike over here. It took like, hours and hours. Uphill. And even when I was going downhill, I was lucky I didn't speed right off the road!" The more he talked about his muscle straining struggles, the more he felt as if no one here cared.
"Fine then. Be that way. We should still set up camp and chill out for a bit. We're lucky we still have food after that massacre." Now seemed like a good time to let the rest of the team out, because the more he thought about it, the more he realized how desperately his Pokemon needed to get acquainted with one another. Releasing his final two Pokemon into the group, he scratched his head and told them to do whatever they liked, as long as they stayed near the area. Danny settled himself down on a picnic blanket as the others watched in awkward silence. He had to shoo them away to get over his own feelings of discomfort, and once he managed to lay down, using his backpack as a pillow, his exhaustion fully hit him. Sleep came easy, and he barely noticed how a fuzzy Zigzagoon and a tired Metapod curled up beside him.
The desired hour long nap escalated into a three hour nap, and by the time Danny woke up, quietly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he found that practically his entire team was struggling to sleep on the blanket. And then there was Larry, with eyes wide as plates, staring down at Danny from the tree branches until he woke up. Danny should've been used to this--he knew Larry for years, but that blank expression was the most unsettling thing to wake up to. "Good morning to you too, honey." He mocked in a sarcastic tone, roughly pushing himself off the ground as his hands pressed against a sore spot in his neck. It must've been around 6 in the evening by then, and no wonder Larry looked agitated. Dinner was an hour late, and Larry wasn't going to let this incident off the hook. No escaping his fate at this point, Danny thought with a pained squint of his eyes. As much as he loved exploring the untamed wilderness, he still couldn't stand cooking and eating outdoors. It just asked for trouble, and there was nothing clean about it. Picnics were fine. Camping for multiple days made it not fine, and on day one, he was already feeling gross from not cleaning up at the nearest town.
For Larry, Danny was armed with dry cat food. The cat treats were a special bribe reserved for battles only, and his pet Wingull would do just about anything for one. Everyone else was free to eat the default Pokechow that he bought from Castelia's drug mart. It was cheap, but it was in bulk, so it did the trick for many trainers on a budget. He somehow had a feeling that his Metapod would be content eating the leaves in the area, so he was basically providing food for six today, him included. The scent of food was enough to rouse his crew from their slumber, but Metapod needed a good shake to bring her back to her senses, which Pinsir did a tad too roughly, earning a string shot to the face as punishment. Dinner started off quiet, since most would've preferred to have a longer resting period, but Danny was quick to generate a rather one sided conversation in between bites of the lunch meat sandwich he packed. He knew he wouldn't be able to understand anything they wanted to contribute, but he much preferred talking to himself than having a heavy silence between Pokemon that should've been friends--or at the very least, allies. At least they got into it, finding it easier to relax and eat when Danny kept the mood light, even if it was initially annoying to hear him talk with his mouth full of food. Right when Danny thought that their dinner break couldn't be any livelier, footsteps crunched the leaves on the ground as three voices popped out a tune, matching the rhythm of their footsteps perfectly. A trio of Lilligant made their way in front of Danny and his party, twirling around with a Quiver Dance as their hips shimmied left and right, and their hands rested right against their waists, accentuating each movement as they circled around the group. Danny honestly had no idea what was going on, but he was enjoying the show.
As the trio stopped dancing to bust out those vocals, a Petilil crept out from the shadows, acting as the prop dude as she coated her sisters with a rainbow colored Magical Leaf. The crescent shaped blades clashed against one another, raining a parade of sparkles as they marched around the Lilligant idols, and as the song ended, everyone burst out into a series of hoots and shouts. "Who would've thought there'd be a talented trio out in a place like this? I'm officially in love with your act. Beautiful. Beautiful." Praise as Danny may, his compliment was quick to turn sour, seeing how it completely left the Petilil out of the deal. The tiny grass type could only sigh in response, but it didn't sting as much as it could. This happened a lot.
<Ignore him. He didn't mean to forget you, because I know he appreciated that glowy sparkly thing you did too! You were all so wonderful! And the way you fired off those leaves at the end was so cool! You even made them dance with the Lilligant! How did you do that?> Aph was quick to pounce onto the Petilil, eager to cheer up whoever needed cheering up, and she was willing to do it for free too. <How long did you practice? Do you like to sing and dance too? How long have you been doing this kind of thing? Do you even dream about dancing? Does it haunt you like a passion stricken ghost? Huh? Huh?> Aphs cheeks were beginning to turn blue after her rapid fire question tirade, and the poor Petilil had no idea how to handle all of these questions at once. <W-Well, I...> She squeaked, glancing up at her dance partners for support until she flashed a friendly smile at the Emolga. Someday, she'd be as calm and graceful as her sisters. This shyness couldn't last forever! <I practice every day! And sometimes I sing and dance, but I'm not very good at it yet...it doesn't help that I'm so tiny either. I don't really have dancing legs, ha.> The Petilil tilted her head as she tried to recall the rest of the Emolga's questions, but a certain Spritzee decided to speak up.
<I'd like to know how you're all acquainted. But unlike a certain someone, I can ask one question at a time.> Finally confident enough to say something, Zizi decided to stay pleasant with the sweet and talented dancers, but that Emolga was grating to be around. Ignoring the offended huff and the sparks on her cheeks, Zizi continued to pleasantly smile at her new friend until the Petilil answered.
<We're all sisters. I'm the second youngest, actually. Still treated as the baby, though.> The Petilil glared up at the youngest of the sisters, who proceeded to stick out her tongue in response.
<'Cause you are a baby. You keep saying you aren't ready to evolve, and you aren't ready to dance or sing.> The youngest Lilligant huffed, while the other two sisters frantically tried to soften the blow by gently translating what their sister 'meant to say'.
<What she means to say is that we just want to give you as much support as we can until you are ready. Right?> The eldest sharply elbowed the youngest, who was painfully prompted into nodding in agreement. The eldest Lilligant continued, bowing to the group, thankful for having such an appreciative audience. <This isn't our last performance of the evening, but we thank you for enjoying all of this as much as we did. Well, girls? Shall we be off?> Twirling around as if she was a ballerina, the other Lilligant were quick to mimic her, following suit as they departed behind the thickest of trees. Petilil gave the group a shy wave before trailing behind her gorgeous sisters, leaving the team with an overall, upbeat mood. Aph still had her quips about Zizi's nasty comment, but she was left feeling starstruck over those crystal clear voices and those graceful dance steps. Even the Petilil's part on the side was wonderful, and she found herself growing even more curious about the magic behind their act the longer she thought about the quartet.
Night fell over Pinwheel Forest, and all save for Larry and Aph were left out of their Pokeballs. Larry was generally allowed to sleep in the trees as long as he stayed close, and Aph was feeling a little too restless to sleep in her Pokeball tonight. She waited patiently for Danny to fall sound asleep in his crappy little tent, which was basically a couple of blankets attached to some sticks, and the moment she heard snores, she knew it was time to take action. It was a little too embarrassing to practice dance moves while others were watching, but out here, she had all of this space to herself. With a cheeky grin, she began to twirl and spin about, mimicking the movements of the Lilligant as she recalled them in her head. Her legs trembled in shaky confusion as she tried to recall the trickier moves, nearly falling on her face in the process of it all. Somehow, coordinating her arms and legs to move in their own way was harder than she thought it would be. Everything about it was so strict and well-refined, all down to the finest detail. And to have at least two others mimic those dance moves perfectly seemed like an alien concept to the Emolga. <How do you even begin to practice?> Aph scratched her head in thought, struggling to recall how her favorite dance moves flowed into each other. Even though the performance occurred earlier today, already her memory of the most detailed steps were beginning to fade away. <Was it like this? O-Or it was like this! Right...?> Her confidence was rapidly fading away as she stretched her arms and legs out to an uncomfortable angle, but she was so sure that she was getting close to how those Lilligant danced. She just needed to practice every day, just as the Petilil said. Easy enough.
Speaking of the Petilil, who happened to be walking off some family frustrations with a night time stroll, happened to glance at the dancing Emolga. Aph, to be blunt, looked incredibly ridiculous. Totally brought her back to when she first started dancing, and she couldn't help but giggle as the Emolga trembled and fell, much like she had when she was a beginner. Aph's ears perked up at the sound, and with a sudden turn, she hissed at the strange intruder. When it was as dark as this, just about any old predator could be sneaking around these parts, ready to swallow her whole. Thankfully Petilil wasn't one of those predators. <Don't look so scared; it's only me, Emolga.> The shy Petilil walked closer, allowing the moonlight to illuminate her features until the Emolga's fur stopped bristling in defense. <Petilil? You're up late. What are you doing here? And uh...how much did ya see?> Aph might've been an excitable loudmouth, but she kept to whispers, not wanting to disturb Danny or the rest of the team when it wasn't necessary.
<Not a lot, don't worry.> She chuckled, feeling rather amused at how quickly the Emolga's cheerful expression morphed into one of horror. <My sisters were talking about starting a new routine, but we kind of got into a fight. They want to try using this move called Teeter Dance in their routines, but whenever they use it, I can't provide the support that they need. They say that I wouldn't have this problem if I'd just evolve, but...it's so forced. I don't need to be like that right now.> The Petilil only briefly hesitated before spilling her story to her new friend, who lent both a sympathetic ear and a pat on the shoulder. It felt strange admitting all of this to someone she barely met, but it was nice in some ways. The Emolga couldn't judge her the way a friend of all of her sisters could, making Aph a fairly neutral listener. <Do they pressure you to evolve a lot?> Aph asked, but before the Petilil could respond, Danny began to toss and turn in his sleep, presumably from their conversation. <We should like, take a walk and talk. That always makes me feel better. Talking, that is. I don't think that's a surprise though, ahaha.> Gradually getting louder as she spoke, the Emolga caught herself mid-sentence and was quick to hush herself back to a whisper. Amused at the Emolga's mishap, the Petilil nodded in agreement, enjoying the company of her new friend as they strolled through Pinwheel Forest. Little did they know, Larry had been keeping an eye on them the entire time. He glanced at Danny once before shrugging, deciding that the two girls would be fine out on their own. If they weren't back in an hour, then he'd go look for them. Maybe.
COMPLICATED SHENANIGANS went on as the two talked and enjoyed each other's company. Someone had the great idea to give Aph dancing lessons before Danny got sick of Pinwheel Forest, even though Aph had started out completely serious to the training, the two got goofy and twirled each other around, laughing as they tripped over the protruding tree roots that were masked by the night. Tired but not done from a long night of play, Aph figured that the best way to wrap things up was with a fun race back home; a suggestion that had Petilil freezing in her place. <Um...I know how to go back to my house, but...I don't remember the path I took to get to yours.> She might've lived in this forest all of her life, but she rarely explored it at night by herself.
It didn't help that the Lilligant sisters were beginning to get worried about their sister's disappearance, and as the trio nodded in agreement, they decided to split up and keep an eye out for her despite the dangers of the night.
Even Larry was beginning to get worried, and after deciding that enough time had passed, he promptly flew over to Danny's face and sat on his head. Feathery butt was pressed against the side of Danny's nose, making it difficult for his trainer to breathe. Larry's soft white feathers tickled Danny's skin, constantly harassing the sleeping beauty until he finally woke up with an annoyed growl. Shoving the asshole bird off his face, he immediately slipped out his flashlight and glanced around the area, making sure nothing was out of place. He nearly shouted at Larry for annoying him for no reason, but Larry nudged Aph's empty Pokeball closer to him, which was enough of a clue to go 'Oh, hey. Something isn't right here.' "Ugh. Are you saying we have to go look for her? At this time of night? Why can't heroes get sleep like normal people?" Life was cruel and unfair, and apparently he had to do the work of justice with the worst bed head ever. Patting himself down to make sure the rest of his Pokeballs were in place, he tilted his head to the side, allowing Larry to safely perch on his shoulder before they began the search. He didn't know what the situation was, but he knew that he was totally pissed off that it had to happen this late at night.
Before Danny knew it, he bumped right into one of the Lilligant sisters, who immediately jumped back in surprise. Thinking that Danny was one of those monsters that ate lone Lilligant in the peak of the night, she let out a horrified scream as she launched a painful Mega Drain against his form. Larry didn't even block the attack for him. God dammit, Larry. Show some love. Withering in pain as he was brought down to his knees, Danny only knew that he was being attacked, and that this was a bad situation to be in. Making matters worse, another Lilligant that happened to be nearby heard the scream and immediately came to her sister's defense.
Talk about the misunderstanding of the month. "Larry, go find Aph. Bring her here. I'll take care of these two, and by me, I obviously mean not me. Hermes and Winnie can pull this off, no sweat." These Lilligant must've been something like grass types, and Hermes and Winnie had just the attacks to make this boss battle mediocre. Larry took the command pretty well, figuring that Aph's well-being took priority over whatever pain Danny was feeling right now. Without any sort of gesture to indicate an affirmative, Larry took to the skies, occasionally calling out Aph's name (and sometimes the word 'hamburger') on the off-chance that she could hear him. Seeing how the two Lilligant were ready for battle, Danny sent out his worm and steed combination, and Hermes appeared with a sleepy-eyed Metapod on his back.
B A T T L E !
"Alright guys, wakey wakey. It's kickass time." Danny winced from the nauseating feeling caused from the Mega Drain, but it wasn't anything dangerous. Hermes glanced back in concern, but he found it weird to be fighting the delightful Lilligant from earlier. They reeked of fear, though he couldn't understand why. It was just Danny. "Hermes, use Tail Whip, Attract and Gunk Shot on the first Lilligant. Winnie, help'em out with a String Shot." Winnie went first, spraying out a sticky thread onto the two grass types, limiting their movements just a bit as Hermes went in for the stronger strikes. As Winnie was making this sticky situation even stickier, Hermes was playing it cute by wagging his tail, occasionally letting out a cute bark to drop some defenses 'round here. As Hermes was getting ready to blow some hearts, the two Lilligant were not about to sit idle. Wiggling themselves free of the sticky thread, they locked arms and danced around each other, boosting their stats with a vigorous Quiver Dance. The display was nearly mesmerizing, but that didn't stop Hermes from blowing kisses at one of the pretty ladies. As hearts batted against one of the Lilligant's cheeks, she was soon blasted with a poisonous, horrendous Gunk Shot.
Furious with the assault, the second Lilligant began to change up her dance steps, teetering and tottering in confusing, unpredictable movements. Her sister wasn't affected by the move, but Hermes and Winnie were absolutely transfixed by the strange click of her heels against the crunchy dead leaves. To make matters worse, the two proceeded to fire off a Leech Seed at each of their opponents, and soon parasitic vines were happily making themselves home on their new hosts, sometimes sapping health back to their mother when the situation called for it. To Danny, this looked really bad, but he still had faith in Hermes' Gunk Shot.
Winnie ended up falling off the Zigzagoon's back with a heavy thud, effectively hurting herself in her confusion as Hermes struggled to stand strong against these petal prancers. One of them took it a step further by using a sickening Mega Drain on him, further sapping his health away. The attracted Lilligant stood still at the scene, unable to move, but she sure was able to love that hunk of a goon over in the back. "Hermes, use another Gunk Shot! Then Tickle that Lilligant silly!" Winnie was having coordination issues, but at least Hermes was able to fight. Letting loose a retched glob of purple mucus at the other Lilligant, he winced as the Leech Seed continued to sap his health away, granting the Lilligant some relief as the Gunk Shot took away half her health. Furious and horrified as the toxins seared through her leafy greens, she tried to dance the pain with another Quiver Dance. Her stats went up yet again, but Hermes managed to latch onto her, quietly tickling underneath her sensitive underarms with a cold, wet nose, making her shriek and laugh from the attack. Finally having enough of these silly antics, she slapped the Zigzagoon right off of her, but right as she considered using a Mega Drain on his ugly face, Winnie started to chow down on her left leg with a Bug Bite.
The Lilligant knew that she was growing weaker and weaker, and her sister was somehow stuck with that ridiculous infatuation of hers. <Snap out of it! We're not going to find Petilil at this rate!> The youngest huffed, feeling particularly guilty for making her older sister run off in the first place.
<I--I...Ok.> The lovesick Lilligant managed to spin around for another Teeter Dance, but as her movements grew harder to predict, the harder it was to dodge her next Mega Drain. Winnie could only grimace as she took the hit, finding it awfully powerful despite her resistance to the hit. Snapping out of her confusion despite the double Teeter Dance, Winnie sprayed another String Shot around the attracted Lilligant's legs, instantly making it harder for the petal idol to dance her heart out. With sticky string making it tricky to lift up each heavy leg, the Metapod took this chance to pull herself over with her own string shot, using it as a rope until she could freely gnaw at the Lilligant's leg with a couple of Bug Bites.
Both Lilligant were nearly knocked out, and Hermes and Winnie weren't looking too good either. Before Hermes could do the easiest thing and knock the pair out with a final Gunk Shot, he slapped himself in the face, much to Danny's regret. "Crap...Hermes." He wanted to return Hermes right there and then, but that meant losing the ever so useful Attract status on the Lilligant. Right as the youngest Lilligant was ready to finish off her prey with a final Mega Drain, her lovesick sister suddenly wrapped her arms around her, surprising her enough to cancel the attack. <You can't do it, sis! I love him! He's a real man. A real man with a plan. Like, swoon swoon.> Her dramatic cry for love was enough of a chance for Winnie to sneak in a couple more Bug Bites from down below, and with Hermes slowly regaining his senses, he managed to finish off the pair by Tackling one right into the other. Double knock out. Double victory.
As the timing would have it, Larry flew back to the scene with a distressed Liligant, Petilil, and Emolga as they all stared in horror at the scene before them. Not even realizing that he had been fighting the Lilligant sisters from earlier, Danny blinked in surprise as he shined his flashlight on the group, and the more he looked at Aph and Petilil, the more he caught onto what was actually going on over here. "Did they think that you kidnapped their friend or something? Geez...explains why they jumped me for no reason." Danny could only scratch his head in wonder and awe, but he also had to be thankful that the eldest Lilligant and the younger Petilil knew better than to attack them without warning.
<They're so impulsive.> The Petilil huffed, only to get chided by Lilligant. <You're the one that ran off without warning, Ms.Not-Impulsive.> Petilil could only gulp at that comeback, choosing to sulk beside Emolga, who patted her once again for emotional support. The sisters collectively agreed to drag the unconscious Lilligant back home, and after returning his team back into their Pokeballs, Danny offered to help carry a Lilligant in Petilil's place.
Once everyone was safe at home, Danny was finally relieved of his duties as a Pokemon Hero of Justice for the night. Sleep called to him once again, but perhaps abandoning his camp for this long wasn't the best idea. Anything could've been rustling out there at an hour like this, and there was no guarantee that they were friendly either. "Sleeeep. I just need sleep. Please, for the love of all of the Gods out there. At least one of them; listen to me." Whine whine as much as he like, he couldn't help but shriek and drop his flashlight the moment he heard something rustling around in his tent.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Aug 5, 2014 21:53:09 GMT -5
With a sudden click, the flashlight clashed against the ground, making the light inside flicker in fright as Danny's tent came in and out of view. A doe-eyed monster glared from its shelter as its ears instinctively perked up at the sound, and with a weary growl, the intruder debated whether to run or stand its ground. Danny's hands trembled as he immediately got to the ground, fumbling with his flashlight as it bounced from hand to hand, refusing to point straight at the tent until the tremors in his arms slowed to an uneasy halt. Taking in a deep breath, he rose as if a heavy anchor was tied to his back, making his legs dance with nerves as the light revealed the foe's identity; a stray Deerling was staring right at him, boldly wielding a bag of cat treats in its mouth. Oh, shit. Larry was not going to be happy about this one. "Excuse me, but my friend needs those. It's one of the few things he bothers to eat." Creeping towards the Deerling with hands raised in innocence, he assumed that he looked like a regular friendly guy that just wanted his food back.
The Deerling saw a sleep=deprived man with budding facial hair, veins in his eyes, a suspicious voice that quivered with hunger, and an angry, accusatory stare. On so many levels, the Deerling felt justified for letting out a frightened scream as he rampaged through Danny's tent, dropping the cat treats as the tent wrapped itself around the Deerling's face. At least Larry's food supply could be recovered, but Danny was left gaping at how his shelter from the night was simply whisked away. "H-Hey! Get back here! One doesn't just rob the Daniel of The Night of his beauty sleep! I need that binky..." With a tired groan, he knew that he had to get that blanket off the frightened Deerling. Poor thing probably looked like a ghost terrorizing the night, and that couldn't end well for any campers that happened to be nearby. "Larry, get that blanket back! Go forth and use Agility, young punk!" Grasping the first Pokeball on his belt, sending out Larry was an easy feat, but getting Larry to do anything was an issue of its own. Larry could only yawn as he perched himself on Danny's left foot, talons gripping his shoelaces so even the roughest kick wouldn't shake him loose. "Ok, seriously? You're gonna pull this off now? You're lucky they dropped your treats." Grumbling as he shook the jar a couple of times, he didn't even flinch as Larry suddenly popped right in front of his face, ready to eat the entire jar if the option was available. "No, do the thing first. Get the blanket, then you get food. " If he couldn't sleep, then Larry couldn't eat. That was exactly how this was going down, and Larry had to deal with it.
B A T T L E !
Sparked with a hunger-fueled sense of determination, Larry sped after the checkered Deerling with an energetic cry, zigzagging around each tree as his Agility kicked in. The more he kept up the pace, the smaller the gap was between bird and deer. Sensing Larry's appearance behind him by the loud flap of his wings, the Deerling suddenly skidded to a halt and rose up his legs, giving Larry a proper Double Kick to the face. <D-Don't come near me! I didn't do it!> The jittery feeling in his legs was making him tremble at full speed, and after he managed to shake the blanket loose from his head, the Deerling got a good look at who wanted to attack him. So it was just a silly bird, huh? Nothing too scary, unlike the greedy human that interrupted his little raid. Larry wasn't too fond of the damage, but his eyes were locked onto the valuable blanket beside the Deerling. Oh, yes. That baby was his ticket to getting a delightful midnight snack in kitty treat heaven. He must've been staring at the blanket a little too long, because the Deerling was starting to get a feel for the Wingull's intentions.
<Oh, you want this, huh?> Picking up the edge of the blanket in his mouth, he held the cloth up for Larry to see until he dropped it on the grass with a playful smirk. Larry didn't answer, but his eyes did that for him, trailing after wherever the blanket went until it finally landed on the ground with a soft thud. <I'll trade you. I got a taste for human food that just can't be satisfied with what's in the forest. Help a pal out, and the cloth is yours. Whaddaya say, my little night owl?> The Summer forme Deerling was difficult to see in the shield of the night and the foliage, but there was something about that friendly smile that riled Larry right up. Leaving his precious blanket behind meant leaving his precious cat treats behind! Even if it didn't make sense, he couldn't risk having the Deerling speed off with his cat treats! Flapping his wings with a sudden change of heart at the Deerling's 'trickery', Larry unleashed two Hurricanes at the Deerling's stunned stance. He wasn't just a mere deer in headlights, managing to dodge the first of the heavy winds, but the second was enough to blow him into the nearest tree, nearly knocking the shocked fawn out. He did what he could to retaliate; boldly charging ahead with a reckless double-edge, but as the move sent Larry crashing into the ground, barely conscious, the recoil was harsh enough to knock the Deerling right out.
By the time Danny caught up to the scene, he found Larry quietly roosting on the soiled blanket, calm and tranquil as a fainted Deerling rested beside him. "Huh...made a friend?" Danny laughed as he knelt beside the injured Deerling, quietly petting him behind the ears as he debated how to handle the situation. To be honest, catching it would've been the easiest thing to do. It would've been sent immediately to his PC, and someone at the Pokemon Center would be able to give it a check up while he spent the night in the forest. But somehow that didn't feel appropriate the more he stared at the unconscious Deerling, thinking that it was better to convince the Pokemon to come along rather than leave it confused and bewildered in some phantom computer. The solution was clear enough to Danny; wrapping the Wingull and Deerling in the blanket, he wheezed as he carried the two back to camp. It wasn't easy finding that one smoothed out spot where he dumped most of his stuff, but when he did, he let out a tremendous sigh of relief as he let the pair rest on the ground, giving his arms enough freedom to let the blanket settle over the branches above. And then the crappiest tent on the planet was successfully build yet again, and this time it was squeezing in room for three. With the Deerling tucked in next to him, Danny let out an exhausted yawn, snuggling up next to the totally unfamiliar Pokemon until he snoozed it all away.
As usual, Larry was the first to wake up with the thought of food haunting his dreams and day dreams, and whenever that happened, Larry had the tendency to stare at Danny's face until he was noticed. Things were a little different with the Deerling wrapped snug in his arms, but Larry didn't mind the company, instead choosing to rest on Danny's ear until his trainer woke up in frustration. The plan was sound, but the Deerling woke up first, at first registering the warmth with a sleepy grin, snuggling deeper into Danny's chest. <Hey, baby...> He mumbled, seemingly caught up in a dream he was having until the oddness of the situation caused him to reassess what was going on. Slowly opening his eyes, the Deerling was left face to face with a drooling, mumbling human that treated him as some kind of teddy bear.
Needless to say, the Deerling was pissed, immediately jumping up and striking Danny awake with a Double Kick, consequently shaking Larry into the air. "Huzzaaaa?" Danny yelped in pain, and could only grumble in sleepy confusion until he saw the riled up Deerling standing in front of him, absolutely furious at the mishap. "Whoa, whoa there! Easy, buddy! Is this how you treat the guy that kept you warm and satisfied all night long?" Bad joke, bad timing, bad mood.
The Deerling let out a disgusted snort as he charged into Danny's gut, tackling him right into the tree that kept the tent up. Groaning from the pain, Danny started to change tactics, shooting Larry a glare as the Wingull smirked in the background. "I was just joking. Geez, I saw you knocked out last night and made sure nothing ate you. We just wanted our blanket back. Kind of hard to sleep out here without a tent or a sleeping bag." That was how it was for humans, at least. He could only let out a half-hearted shrug, figuring that maybe that wasn't an issue that the Deerling could sympathize with. After all, some Pokemon didn't need the conveniences that people had. <Oh, and I'm supposed to be grateful? Is that what I'm supposed to be? Joke's on you, pal. I'm not thankful for anything except food, and you sure ruined that experience last night.>
<Amen to that.> Larry sagely nodded at the food comment, realizing that in last night's confusion, he ended up being too worn out to even eat. That meant double the food. Danny owed him that much, and he was holding his human to it. <See? He gets it. Soul brothers.> The Deerling gestured over to Larry, before trotting over to some of the goods Danny had in his bags. There must've been food hiding around here somewhere, though when they were all in bags and jars, smelling it out wasn't exactly easy. Thankfully Larry knew how to help a soul brother out, and was quick to carry the jar of cat treats into the air, dropping it promptly on Danny's lap so he could open it for them.
"Really? Food is what you guys want? And anyways, you're a deer. And you're a bird! Why do you want cat food so badly?" The Deerling seemed miffed at that accusation, not understanding how the contents in the jar could be consumable by felines only when the content smelled decent enough. <The stomach knows no form of discrimination.> Larry nodded again at his own wisdom, quietly praising himself for saying such words of excellence. Deerling couldn't quite get behind that logic.
<Unless you have allergies.> He chuckled, only to get the stare-down wear-down from Larry's demonic eyes. <The stomach. Knows. No. Discrimination.> He cawed, much to Danny's surprise, especially when the Deerling was shocked into silence and awe at the overreaction. Clearing up his throat to try and ease his way through the tension, he popped the jar open and scattered a few treats on the floor for each of them. "You're all weird." He huffed, unable to understand why it had to be cat treats of all things. Whatever.
"Whaaaatever. Not even a big deal. Deerling, you should come with us if you have such...strange tastes. At least you won't be stealing if it's just being given to you." Scratching through some of his bed head, he let out another yawn until he scavenged through his bags for a spare Pokeball. Once he had one in his grasp, he figured that the Deerling would have an easier time making up his mind once he was in the Pokeball. "Here goes nothing. Stay in the ball, you pizza ship." Ha, puns. Witty. He tapped the Pokeball against the Deerling's head while it was still happily snacking on cat treats, only slightly aware of what Danny was talking about.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Aug 6, 2014 23:35:58 GMT -5
With the surprised Deerling tamed and captured, Danny was armed with yet another strong contender for his main team. Nine Pokemon wouldn't be easy to manage and care for, but he was certain that he could handle it. In his eyes, there was absolutely nothing wrong with having a little variety. As he gathered his thoughts with the morning birds chirping away in the background, Larry began pecking away at Pokeballs snug and tucked away in one of Danny's bags. His stomach wasn't just an alarm clock for himself, after all. If Larry was going to get up and eat breakfast, then everyone else had to eat breakfast, hopefully leaving leftovers for him in the process. One by one, each Pokeball popped open, leaving Danny little choice but to set everyone's meals up before he could scavenge a morning snack for himself. Was it fair that his Pokemon got to eat before he did? No, but they were annoying assholes if he ate first, so he tolerated it.
Meals were consumed, hair was groomed, and the more Danny struggled to prep himself up by using his laptop's webcam as a mirror, the more incredulous stares he earned from his newer teammates. Zizi primped herself up for a couple of seconds, but Danny was taking about half an hour, fussing over each precious detail on his pore filled face. Humans were incredible. Hermes cracked out an amused laugh as he started making silly faces in the background, to which Danny shoved away with an annoyed huff. "My eyeliner isn't perfect yet. Just be patient; we'll head off to a city or something soon." He could only imagine the shame he'd feel when the beautiful, starry-eyed city goers of Castelia or Nacrene City laid eyes upon his filthy, un-groomed form. Once his eyes were prepped for the day, he was left to spray a touch of cologne around his shoulders, lest a stray maiden make a face of disgust at the scent of sweat and dirt on his clothing. It was all he could do to get by, but he was comforted with the hope of taking a shower at the nearest Pokemon Center. Soon, all would be well.
Packing everything up in camp took less than 10 minutes, thanks to the cooperation of the few Pokemon that stayed outside to help out. "You know, we should really come back here. It's good that we're at least sort of familiar with the area." He remarked as he heaved his heavy backpack over his shoulders, feeling just about ready to head back to the main path. Hermes made himself content by doodling on a few trees by scratching against the bark with his middle claw. His artwork was hardly professional, but at least he could recognize his doodle of stick figure Danny when he saw it. Zizi snorted in amusement as she glanced back at Danny, smirking quietly to herself as he scanned everything in the area save for them. <He's about as perceptive as the early worm, isn't he?> She cooed, hopping besides Hermes as they made their way to Danny's side. He was the guy with the GPS, so he was the guy to follow. <Heh, you don't know the half of it, Zizi. Check this out.> With a shady tiptoe towards Danny's legs, avoiding each rise and fall of those humongous human heels, he immediately whacked his trainer hard with a Tail Whip, backing away the moment he saw Danny fumble with his phone, nearly tripping along with it. "Cheezits! What the--tree root? Was something on my leg? What?" His head flipped left and right for any sign of life around his feet, but all he could see was Hermes and Zizi innocently staring up at him, not even showing a hint of a giggle or a trace of a smirk. Odd.
"Must've been a rock or something...your trainer isn't clumsy enough to trip on air, I'll have you know." He declared with an optimistic fist pump, showing determination that would've been threatening if he didn't look like an injured pup. By the time he shook it off and made it onto the main path, Hermes could barely restrain his giggles, while Zizi rolled her eyes at this child's play. Sure, Hermes proved a point, but he was lucky that Danny didn't break anything important to their survival. Not wanting to go back up the bridge of doom without a good rest and shower, the path to Nacrene City was the most tempting path to take, but we weren't just going to waltz right in as if yesterday never happened.
A Patrat from the daring horde of Patrat and Watchog had been waiting for them along the path, standing guard with a defiant sneer the moment they made eye contact. <You might've won earlier, but that was just a fluke! I'm calling hax! Major hax! Fight me one on one like a man so I can prove it, you bass guitar!> Patrat apparently misheard his swear words one day, having no idea what a 'bass guitar' was, but having the feeling that it was nothing pleasant. "Zizi, do you want to handle this one?" Hermes was the other option, but he had reason to be concerned whether the rascal had enough time to heal overnight. Zizi didn't see an issue with it, and as she took a few steps towards the aggressive Patrat, her heart fluttered in anticipation. This was her first fight with a Pokemon Trainer, and even if she bluffed all of the confidence in the world, she had to admit that the slightest blunder would be something to remember.
B A T T L E !
The Patrat wasted no time in charging after her with a relentless swing of his tail, giving her a good whack in the face as she struggled to fly back. One good Slam attack was enough to tell her that she didn't want to be anywhere near this guy, but he was quick, charging back in with a Tackle the moment she regained her composure. "Use Calm Mind and Charm. It won't be able to hurt you for long." Research told him that Spritzee were pretty good at taking hits, and depending on the attacks, they could even heal themselves after enduring a hectic turn of battle. Not only that, Zizi was cute as hell. Look at her go. Her wings rose and fell with each heavy breath, and as the allure of the Summer wind kept her calm, her self-confidence began to grow. Zizi's eyes snapped open once she was ready, and with a grin and a wink, she blew several hearts at the bewildered Patrat, effectively using her Charms to make his attacks even weaker.
He almost felt bad for attacking her again, but he had a grudge, and he was willing to fight dirty in order to save his pride. <Tch. I wanted to fight man to man. Not this cutesy, lovey-dovey crap.> He snapped, rubbing the ticklish feeling off of his cheeks with a disgusted snarl. If she was going to play dirty, then he had just the move to put her back in her place. The Patrat let out a loud hum as his eyes stared straight into the Spritzee's, holding that single, sole note straight and true as he stepped closer and closer. His hypnotic stance never left her sight, and even though it was a nightmare inducing fright, somehow it was managing to lull her to sleep. Zizi's feet swayed from side to side the longer she stared into his eyes, and the moment her eyes snapped shut, she tipped over and fell with a hushed sigh. This couldn't go any better for the Patrat, because it gave him the perfect chance to take advantage of weakened foe. With a mighty laugh, he kicked the Spritzee onto her side with a slam of his foot, finding the battle almost too easy as he used yet another Slam attack.
Hermes barked in protest at the Patrat's methods, but Danny nudged the Zigzagoon quiet with a tap of his foot. "It's still Zizi's battle. She'd be pissed if you just stole it from her, don't you think?" Of course he didn't think it was the most fair situation either, but it wasn't all that different from Hermes or Zizi using Attract to keep an aggressive foe at bay. "C'monnn, Zizi! Work for it, baby! Catch those Z's! You're the beauty queen of sleep, yessiree! Sleep well, my darling! When you wake up, Master Danny will be by your side with your favorite hit songs. Isn't that right? Isn't that right?" The more Danny talked like a doting parent to a 4-month old child, the more Zizi shuffled uncomfortably in her sleep, possibly having nightmares from the Patrat's intense stare as the sound of Danny's mocking voice as backup. Hermes didn't like the situation, but he took Danny's lead and offered some encouraging words on the off-chance she'd wake up sooner. <What are you, a lazy Slakoth? Some lazy trainer that just sleeps away in the background? Get up and fight, you pink slug!> Not exactly positive words, but it looked as if they reached the Spritzee's ears as her face scrunched up in annoyance.
Sure enough, the Patrat used a Hyper Fang on her right wing, and as the pain shot right up to her head, her eyes popped open with a shrill shriek. Furious with the Patrat's indecent battle style, she let out a jeering stare as malicious thoughts filled her heads, and somehow the violent imagery was enough to calm her down even further. With anger quelled but scorn motivating her every move, she hissed as she sucked the Patrat dry with a few Draining Kisses, robbing him of what health he had and planting it right back into her. Nearly rejuvenated from the attack, she had to laugh as the desperate Patrat attempted to take her down with another Hyper Fang, but thanks to the prior Charm, the damage was pitiful. Leaning in close as his eyes widened in fright, she managed to give him one last Draining Kiss as he tried to pull away; an action that was totally futile as the attack sapped the last of his strength away, leaving Zizi victorious in her first battle.
Gliding back to the group with a smug look on her face, Hermes and Danny congratulated her with delighted grins, only to have those grins completely twisted in pain the moment she pecked them both in the face. <Next time I fall asleep, don't you dare harass me.> She landed on Danny's head with a ruffled up hmpth, leaving him and Hermes to exchange silent complaints at the uncalled for assault. "Almost at Nacrene, thank all." Catching a glimpse of the city peering from behind the wall of trees and hills, the group could finally sigh in relief as they left Pinwheel Forest behind for another day.
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