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Post by Luella B. Mynn on Nov 25, 2014 9:35:11 GMT -5
[attr="id","bubblecastle"]♂ x ♀ Paint Spill Shipping[newclass="#bubblecastle"]background:#5dc3d4;transition:all 0.3s linear;-webkit-transition: all 0.3s linear;-moz-transition: all 0.3s linear;[/newclass][newclass="#bubblecastle:hover"]background:[var="bubblecol"];[/newclass][newclass="#notes"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;[/newclass][newclass="#notes a"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#5dc3d4;[/newclass][newclass="#tag a"]color:#5dc3d4;font-size:20px;font-family:fjalla one;[/newclass][googlefont="Gloria+Hallelujah"][var name="bubblecol" value="#5dc3d4"]
Right as Luella sunk herself into the static-coated, black-and-white TV shows of her childhood, there was a pestering knock on Cider’s back door that rang with an anxious fervor. It must’ve been something important if someone was banging on her front step with the intent to knock the door straight down, but Luella sat through it with the slight hope that whoever it was could solve their problems on their own and leave her be. She was patient enough to tune out the metallic clatter that bounced from ear to ear, but she eventually kicked herself up after missing the punchline of a joke that she planned on telling to friends later. Naturally she was going to play it off as if she came up with it herself, but hey, props to anyone that caught the subtle references in her beloved family comedies.
She begrudgingly tucked her bangs behind her ears as she got up, and each step towards the door was filled with an obstacle course of half-empty bags of chips and crushed soda cans she planned to throw away once the clutter became too much of an issue. She paid the trash heap no mind, instead fixating on the distraught face of her Spinda and the fact that she clung to her leg like a magnet the second the door cracked open. ”What got into you?” Arching an eyebrow, she turned her head out the sliding doors to catch a glimpse at a stranded Smeargle cast out to sea, wailing in horror as its fuzzy paws struggled to get a firm grasp on a plank of wood that refused to give him the balance he desired. ”How in the world…?” She had to scratch her head at this one. By no means, did this make any sense to her in the slightest. With Baby D hitching a free ride on her leg, Luella waddled to the shore, leaving the rolling waves to tease at her ankles until she sent her Corsola out on a rescue mission.
Getting the Smeargle back safe and sound was simple enough, but the bachelorette was nowhere to be found. Suspecting some foul play on her Absol’s behalf, Luella decided to play the breeding game a little dirtier than before. And by dirty, she meant cheap manipulation. ”That could’ve gone better, but don’t worry. Auntie Lou knows a way to solve alllll of your problems.” It took some research after her Patrat’s failed attempts, but there was a trick item called Romantic Mush that made breeding attempts just a bit easier on those hard to ship couples. Wasting no time in stuffing the maple covered mushroom in the Smeargle’s paws, she coaxed him to share the sweet delight with Vice and try to make amends.
If this didn't work, Luella was going to have to hunt down the big shrooms.
[attr="id","notes"]*Using Romantic Mush on this pair. Breeding Altair Stavos' male Smeargle with Luella's female Absol. Possible Egg Moves: Mean Look, Play Rough
Congratulations! ABSOL and SMEARGLE have successfully bred 2 egg(s)!
You may choose the gender and move set of your new Pokemon, once your precious gift from above has hatched.
Your egg shall hatch on 12/2 Your female Pokemon can breed again in 12/2
With the proper training and item, your newborn should be able to evolve within 12/16 at the earliest! Please remove a Romantic Mush from your inventory.
Post by Miguel Hidalgo on Nov 25, 2014 22:12:25 GMT -5
"Geez... just where does the boss-man find these sorts of people? It's like he has a homing device for 'em or something."
A scruffy black-haired man in a business suit scratched at his chin as he stared at the rusty van and the tents surrounding it with a bit of trepidation. He was pretty sure that these would violate some rules about breeder workplaces if he'd cared to look, but he wasn't here to be a health inspecter.
Oh no. He was here today as his CEO's errand boy. Apparently he needed to pick up an egg and Hoenn was way too far off for him to go to because he had League business in Kalos. He wasn't high up enough to know just what his boss was doing there of all places nor did he really care. All he wanted to do was get this over with so that he didn't have to stare at this stupid rusted van for more than he had to because it was reminding him of a kidnapper's van.
He shrugged to himself and then knocked on the door of the rusty van. "Hey, is anyone in here? I'm a representative of Mr. Miguel Hidalgo, the client to which the egg will go to. I also have your requested payment of 15 dots."
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Nov 30, 2014 0:05:59 GMT -5
[attr="id","bubblecastle"]♂ x ♀ / ♂ x ♀[newclass="#bubblecastle"]background:#5dc3d4;transition:all 0.3s linear;-webkit-transition: all 0.3s linear;-moz-transition: all 0.3s linear;[/newclass][newclass="#bubblecastle:hover"]background:[var="bubblecol"];[/newclass][newclass="#notes"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;[/newclass][newclass="#notes a"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#5dc3d4;[/newclass][newclass="#tag a"]color:#5dc3d4;font-size:20px;font-family:fjalla one;[/newclass][googlefont="Gloria+Hallelujah"][var name="bubblecol" value="#5dc3d4"]
It was another shady day in the kidnapper’s van, aka legitimate business Mama Cider’s Daycare, where once again, Luella swiped another Pokemon out of her son’s PC without his knowledge. Well, his fault for sharing his PC password with her for the sake of the family business. Well, maybe she’d make it a family business. She still wasn’t quite sure if it was possible to shut her establishment down since it wasn’t nearly as fancy as most breeders that kept a stable income at a ranch or a farm. The quality other breeders offered was enough to feel multiple stings at her swelling sense of pride over each trivial success, so she simply chose to ignore and forget that other breeders existed until the time came to borrow some ideas from them. ”Another Unova Pokemon. You’re pretty nifty looking in person.” Luella commented to the Frillish that looked about Cider’s cramped quarters with a bewildered expression, vaguely having an idea of what was going on thanks to Danny warning him about his mother’s antics. The experience wasn’t so bad once Luella whisked him away to the ocean, telling him not to mind the wild Pokemon too much if they wanted to play a little rough. ”Just ignore them, and you’ll be fine. I have a couple of Pokemon running around the place in case you need help. They’re somewhere…I think.” At this point, the only Pokemon she could reliably keep track of was her Absol, who preferred to sunbathe out of reach of the smaller Pokemon that liked to pester her. Vice was almost always on Cider’s roof, so at least that was one Pokemon she could track down if need be.
”I have a Shellos around here somewhere. Keep an eye out for her, and tell her I sent you. She’ll be excited to have the company, I think.” Pausing at the Frillish’s bewildered eyes that seemed to pop out at the lack of structure and control, Luella snorted and brushed Horatio’s concern off. ”Not much of a talker, are you? Well, don’t worry. She’s friendly enough. She might like you.” Amused at the Frillish’s distress as she patted his head, she left the Shellos and Frillish to get acquainted as she went to address the second all-important breeding of the week. Apparently there was a sudden need for Wingull eggs, and last she heard, Danny had a pet Wingull long before he became a Pokemon Trainer. Larry was a cute one, and after all the pictures she saw and saved of the pair online, separating the two didn’t seem like an easy task. It was one thing to borrow the Pokemon Danny left in his PC, but borrowing Larry wasn’t going to be easy.
Stuck to wander back to Cider for ideas on how to warm the idea up to Danny, her eyes wandered to the tall stranger left stranded at Cider’s side entrance. Well, personal pick-ups were a little uncommon, but she didn’t mind the company and conversation. ”I’m here.” Waving the errand boy over, her arms fell behind her as she slowly jogged to catch up to him. Sweat dripped off her neck and brow as she eased under the shade of the van, relieved to escape the worst of the November sun as the man explained once again why he was here. ”Oh, yeah. Absol eggs. We have two spares from that last breeding. You wanted the two and not just one, right?” If there was some confusion with the wording, she wasn’t all that sure, but the sight of the dots distracted her long enough to drop interest in the semantics of the trade and wave the guy off. She had her dots, and not she had another breeding to worry about.
Too lazy to move, Luella leaned against Cider’s squeaky clean tires and took comfort in the shade. It didn’t take much effort to flip out her phone and start spamming a long series of texts to who-knows-where her son was, but knowing him, he wasn’t the kind of guy to run around without some form of communication on hand.
[TEXT TO “LOVING SON”: Hey. Need ur Wingull. Important.]
[TEXT TO “LOVING SON”: Also i took ur Frillish for a breeding lol. But srsly need Wingull.]
[TEXT TO “LOVING SON”: But I <3 u <3333 ]
If that last text didn’t butter him up, Luella wasn’t sure what would. It took an hour to get a rattled reply from Danny, who was none too happy about the request.
[TEXT FROM “LOVING SON”: Are you freaking kidding me?! No way. Who knows how you’d corrupt him. You know, each time you take a Pokemon from me, they just aren’t the same. They’re all twitterpated, mopey, and out of it. Don’t do this to Larry, mom. Please.]
At least a reply was better than no reply—it was the perfect opening for Luella to move in with several more texts about how it would barely take up any time in Danny’s busy schedule, and to give Larry the chance to meet all of the cute girls that he deserved. It took a lot of back-and-forth arguing between the two, but Luella’s persistence earned her the win, and Larry the Pelipper was in her possession. Naturally this was amazing, because she had just the Pokemon to breed him with. According to the various scribbles on post-it notes plastered across the ceiling, there was some kind of breeding chain that required a male Clamperl, and this glorious pair would make her breeder goals that much easier to reach.
It took a while to track her Clamperl down, but she managed to find the coarse blue shell hidden underneath a self-dug hole in the sand, protected by the cover of the rolling waves as the Clamperl just managed to fall asleep after much pestering from a bored Shellos. Successful naps? Ha! Not around here. What a laugh. Luella quickly ruined the Clamperl’s moment by knocking on her shell, and when that didn’t open the Clamperl’s shell up, she scooped the Clamperl straight out of the water and right into the open air. Despite the safety of the shell, all of the moving around was enough to make the Clamperl dizzy, and she was in dire need of some fresh air. ”Great, you’re awake. Look, I have a Pelipper I want you to meet.” Luella beamed as she placed the Clamperl back into the sand, giving her a chance to adjust and look the strange Pelipper over. Larry didn’t look like much, but he was awfully big compared to her, and that beak looked as if he could swallow her whole. ”He’s a strong one. Raised by my kid’s own hands. So proud.” If she was the weepy and sentimental sort, Luella definitely would’ve wiped away a tear right then. But she had things to do, and she left yet another pair to get acquainted with one another.
[attr="id","notes"]Breeding Danny Kazuki's male Pelipper and Luella's female Clamperl. Breeding Danny's male Frillish with Luella's HA female Shellos.
Post by Ricki Jace on Nov 30, 2014 18:35:30 GMT -5
Making a trip back to Hoenn to get a few of her things from her mom’s house, Ricki had made a bit of a detour in the mean time. By the sounds of it, there was an upcoming contest to celebrate the unique Pokémon of Hoenn and while Ricki wasn’t technically a native, she had spent a good portion of her childhood here. Why not join in on the fun of the local celebrations? Besides, Jason would be busy back in Kalos with a job he picked up helping out some sort of other Golden Egg Society hosted event. She might as well participate in one as well, which required hunting down the Mama Cider’s Daycare Mobile. Some of her connections had explained that the breeder had their hands on a few of eggs she’d been interested in.
“How hard is it to find a mom van?” Ricki grumbled to herself as she looked over to the Houndoom that she was walking around with today. Sigurd just gave a soft snort, indicating she hadn’t a clue either which resulted in Ricki giving a slight huff. Looking around the parking lot of the SawsMart, Ricki slid smoothly along on her roller blades, before she allowed herself to drift to a stop when she spotted the old rusty van that must be on the last of its years if she had to guess. Slowly tilting her head to look back at Sigurd, the hell hound just gave a shrug – a clear indication of ‘don’t look at me’ – before Ricki just started to roll over to the van. Drifting to a stop at the backdoors, she leaned slightly to try and peek through the windows. There were the eggs she wanted in incubators, a Nidoran ♂ and Wingull set, perfect. Lightly knocking on the window, Ricki called out “Hello~?” After a moment, letting herself roll back from the doors, she tacked on “I was interested in buying the Nidoran and Wingull eggs? For um… Twenty altogether, I think?” Pulling an envelope from her pocket, Ricki eyed the dots inside of it briefly before glancing over at Sigurd.
“You think I’d get in trouble if I just popped open the door, took the eggs and left the money?”
The look from the Houndoom read as a rather obvious yes.
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Dec 7, 2014 15:17:24 GMT -5
[attr="id","bubblecastle"]♂ x ♀ Clam Reef [newclass="#bubblecastle"]background:#5dc3d4;transition:all 0.3s linear;-webkit-transition: all 0.3s linear;-moz-transition: all 0.3s linear;[/newclass][newclass="#bubblecastle:hover"]background:[var="bubblecol"];[/newclass][newclass="#notes"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;[/newclass][newclass="#notes a"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#5dc3d4;[/newclass][newclass="#tag a"]color:#5dc3d4;font-size:20px;font-family:fjalla one;[/newclass][googlefont="Gloria+Hallelujah"][var name="bubblecol" value="#5dc3d4"]
Business in Hoenn was wrapped up and packed for Luella’s journey to the Nue region, and after some haggling and an onslaught of question bombs for various transportation services, Cider was successfully able to make the big journey across the seas. Which was great, because the alternative was to attempt to find Nue on whale-back, and nobody wanted to endure that kind of hardship. Thoughts of the shiny new aquarium turned Luella’s head into a fish bowl as pastel painted fish darted across her mind’s eye, melting away reality by slowly closing her eyelids as she drove through the fields of Bosky. Needless to say, a nearby cop car noticed Luella swerving all over the road and was quick to pull her over. The young, well-groomed officer didn’t waste any time in demanding her to exit the vehicle, and from the way his eyes were locked onto Luella’s sluggish movements, he was absolutely convinced that she was drunk. An alcohol test was performed, and Luella naturally passed, since alcohol had yet to pass through her lips since her last day in Lilycove. Luella’s brazen attitude towards the officer’s hostility wasn’t earning her any points either, and as she yawned and started to doze off against Cider’s side, po-po reached his limits.
And that was how Luella spent her first night in Nue sitting in a jail cell. It was relatively a good time, since most of it was spent napping, but that 100 dot fine was far from appreciated.
She even dealt with one of those cheesy safety videos about the dangers of driving, which barely mentioned anything about needing rest on the go, but Luella supposed it was enough of an eye-opening experience to resist a-rest next time. But definitely resist arrest. Asshole cops were everywhere these days. Being all patronizing and gross and bossy and saving lives. Ok the saving lives part wasn’t bad, but that ‘furious father’ attitude left Luella wanting to punch something rubbery and squishy.
It took some time for things to calm down, but once Luella was feeling refreshed, she hit the Bosky roads until she settled down and parked Cider beside a tall apricot tree. She picked this spot because she enjoyed how particularly quiet it was, and when one of her newest breeding requests involved her Clamperl and someone’s Corsola, the nearby river was definitely appreciated. Her only complaint about Nue, and for that matter Bosky, so far was that it was too damn cold over here. ”If Cider didn’t have heat, I don’t know what I’d do.” Luella spoke to the small Igglybuff that sat in the passenger seat beside her, somewhat preoccupied with a simple puzzle that involved three metal chains bound and twisted together. The Igglybuff half-heartedly glanced out the window and shivered at the sight of puffy grey clouds threatening to paint the ground with snow at any second it pleased. A little farther off, she could see Luella’s Clamperl engaging in a lively chat with the unfamiliar Corsola, showing her all kinds of moves and stories that he had picked up in both the wild and with his trainer. Looked like fun, Kiddo thought, but in the end it was all pretty gross.
<Awww, why do they make these so hard? I can’t do it.> Kiddo huffed, and with a powerful rise of frustration and impatience, she lobbed the puzzle into the backseat where it belonged. Ha! She’d get back to it later when the mood hit again, but for now, coloring sounded like a decent enough way to pass the time. There were already crayons, pens, and markers scattered across Cider’s floor, making them painful floor traps if you weren’t expecting to trip or get stabbed and probed. But Kiddo liked helping Luella decorate with her silly breeding doodles plastered on post-it notes across Cider’s rooftop, and while all were quite goofy to look at, Kiddo liked having them around. After all, drawing like this only made Kiddo look like the superior artist when compared to Luella.
[attr="id","notes"]Permission received to breed Altair’s Male Corsola with Luella’s Female Clamperl in the Water 1 Group. Possible Clamperl EMs: Aqua Ring, Refresh
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Dec 11, 2014 19:58:09 GMT -5
[attr="id","bubblecastle"] ♂ x ♀ Sphealord Shipping[newclass="#bubblecastle"]background:#5dc3d4;transition:all 0.3s linear;-webkit-transition: all 0.3s linear;-moz-transition: all 0.3s linear;[/newclass][newclass="#bubblecastle:hover"]background:[var="bubblecol"];[/newclass][newclass="#notes"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;[/newclass][newclass="#notes a"]font-size:10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#5dc3d4;[/newclass][newclass="#tag a"]color:#5dc3d4;font-size:20px;font-family:fjalla one;[/newclass][googlefont="Gloria+Hallelujah"][var name="bubblecol" value="#5dc3d4"]
Noting the success of Clamperl and Corsola’s breeding after a few days of courtship, Luella carefully wrapped up the Clamperl eggs in a leftover Easter egg basket that her packrat-self loved to reuse again and again because 5-year old Danny painted several sloppy Bunnelby on it, complete with a light blue ribbon wrapped around the handle. She was more than prepared to send the Corsola back to its original owner, but after seeing the two Pokemon enjoy such lively conversation near the river bank, Luella decided to let them be just a little bit longer. Coincidentally, she happened to stare at several post-it notes that featured a crude drawing of a Wailord and Spheal sitting side by side, and in the tippy corner of the note was a long-haired stick figure. Gosh, that meant something when she drew it at the time. It took a couple of seconds, but she managed to decipher her art in the end. ”Hey, Kid. Think you can check on how the other pair is doing? Niecey is coming to visit real quick, so I have to stick around.” Lately it felt as if the small Igglybuff was always out of her Pokeball, either participating in Luella’s doodling sessions, or singing along to whatever tune popped on the dingy old radio.
Not one to jump and smile at the thought of doing chores, Kiddo grumbled as she dropped her crayons to the floor and huffed as she gripped the window’s windmill lever. It would’ve been so sweet if Luella just had automatic windows that opened with buttons and everything, but no. No. The cold breeze was a refreshing change inside the van thanks to Kiddo’s departure, and even though she knew it was super super gross to check in on a couple of lovebirds, sometimes the whole breeding deal was worth it just to see a couple go at it. That had to be the only good part. Checking in on the Wailord and Spheal pair, both from different owners, Kiddo snorted at the Spheal’s playful insistence on pouncing on the Wailord’s tail. What was it, a cat? How tacky. Wailord wasn’t having any of that, and always lifted her tail away at the Spheal’s antics. Well, they didn’t hate each other. It was good but boring news to report back to Luella.
[attr="id","notes"]Breeding Josh’s male Spheal with Luella’s female Wailord. EM: Body Slam (Wailmer)
Post by Josh Dragomir on Dec 11, 2014 23:09:31 GMT -5
Josh had been trying to get himself a Wailmer for quite some time, but his travels had caused him to miss the last giveaway. Luckily, a breeder was around and Josh was able to request an egg for a fee. Walking to the "Day care" the blonde would smile at the assistant politely before going through the planned transaction, trading 10 Dots for a Wailmer Egg.
Post by Amber Kazuki on Dec 13, 2014 17:27:19 GMT -5
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Right, she had an egg to pick up. Even though she almost hated asking for Luella's help, the breeding was rather important. Once she got word that it was ready to be picked up, Amber headed out and luckily avoided her completely. She must have been out in the back or passed out somewhere inside the house. Casually, Amber picked up her Absol egg and headed out.
Post by Ace Venchurro on Dec 14, 2014 10:54:57 GMT -5
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CODED BY SYLVIE
TAG @tag
THOUGHTS""
Okay, he lied. One more to go. But this one was easy. Ace searched through the breeder's list and found another that was available this week. He sent an email to this breeder just in case anyone overheard him on the phone.
"Hey, I'd like to request a Lapras breeding. You can breed her with anyone, I have permission from her owner. Thanks a lot! I can pay the rare tax on the Lapras if you'd like."
Requesting a breeding with Brook Styles' female Lapras. Rare tax can be paid by me. Breed her with anyone.
Post by Amber Kazuki on Dec 14, 2014 11:09:32 GMT -5
So the request wasn't that hard to do honestly. It was just rather annoying. Amber had to get all of the paperwork through the League, which didn't have any digital copies of the forms. So what did she have to do? Physically go to Luella's farm and have her fill out the papers then and there. It wasn't her most favorite thing to do, but it had to be done. She wanted the license after all.
It didn't take long for Amber to find Luella's farm once she was in the area. She had the license in her back pocket and the forms out in her hands. Knocking on the door, she took a deep breath and waited until the door opened to start talking.
"Alright, I have your license. All you need to do is just fill out all of these forms." Amber explained, handing Luella the small stack of papers.