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Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Jan 1, 2015 15:39:00 GMT -5
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Warner was not travelling on top of Unnur's shoulders this time. He was nowhere near her, in fact. It was so odd. The thirteen-year-old girl struggled not to tear up at the emptiness she was feeling due to his absence. A frown made its way to her pretty face as the now Fletchinder strode past and up into the sky. What was wrong with her? What was that cold feeling inside her chest? The silly, super lame robin was making circles in the sky, showing off his wings and his masterful use of them, and it was making Unnur feel rather grumpy. Extremely grumpy. But also... It was also sad, somehow.
Unnur stopped to take in her surroundings, to study the trees and other flora and the creatures that lived within. She tilted her head, and it wasn't until Warner was down and poking her hair lightly that she came back to her senses. She shook him off, and then looked over at him. "Hey," she muttered, blinking once. "Welcome back." Unnur felt she ought to say something else, something to fill the void, but she was not so sure what. She said nothing else, and instead stood still, as if she were waiting for someone to attack.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Jan 5, 2015 21:54:05 GMT -5
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One small and very cute yellow rodent came up to her, looking as innocent and harmless as could be. Unnur looked down, stared with a light frown. This situation felt vaguely familiar. Had she met a disturbingly cute rodent like this before? Even its cheeks were rosier than the rosiest of roses. The young trainer could not quite recall having ever encountered a Pichu before, but it was clearly waggling its tail with a cheerful enthusiasm unknown to her, and Unnur knew that these actions could only mean trouble. "Warner," she called, and her bird rose up to the sky. He had barely had any time to rest, but between this and his previous flight, but he did not mind much. Warner looked at the rodent, small and taunting, unknowingly letting it lower his defenses, gauging the distance that separated it from his claws; until at last he found a view he liked, and down he went.
Warner's Quick Attack would be smooth and swift, but not strong enough to knock the little Pichu out of its senses. The wild electric beast still had some pride in it—or maybe not. Unnur saw all of the signs as if she were watching a slow-motion film. First, the sparkly eyes, hungrily and unrelentingly watching their victim's every movement, even after the state of their owner's body had been jeopardised. Then, the sudden atmosphere change. It was no question that, if any human, man or woman, was able to change the entire mood of a scene as rapidly as this one Pichu could, they would find in the show business a secured spot just waiting for them.
Unnur's horrified cry did not make itself wait for long. "Warner, take it down!" she cried, for a true gentleman's job was not considered done until his lady's safety was secured, and a true lady could not allow her servants to fall prey to the lowly tactics of lesser females, however cuter they were in their eyes. Many a woman had tried to simulate the sweetness inherired by such Pokémon, but none had succeeded in bringing out the same quality of a Smoochum's Sweet Kiss. If Warner did not manage to hit it harder—with the strength fitting for a robin of his species and evolution stage, not the strength of a Happiny—before the rodent pressed its naughty lips against Warner and— "Do it right now, you loser!" Gross!
The Fletchinder jerked its wings at his trainer's insult, making them spread out and become a pretty fan right in the wild Pokémon's face. A little too forcefully, perhaps, if the humble narrator is allowed to add, considering it was instantly knocked out after that attack. In Unnur's eyes, horrified as they were from the start about the very idea of the Pichu kissing Warner, an exasperated physical outburst would of course never be too forceful when it was done in order to bring such nasty happenings to justice, even if it had the potential to knock opponents out on its own. Frustration truly was, regardless of personal opinion, a force not to be reckoned with, and nature dictated that today was the fateful day for the tiny Pichu to learn this.
But it would also be revealed to be a double-edged sword, as was usually the case with this particular robin's attacks. As the Pichu fell back to the grass, a jolt of electrical energy sped out of its rosy cheeks and into Warner's body. Surprised, he tried to fly up, away from the source of this weird phenomenon, to no avail. He was paralised. And scared. And desperately trying to break free from this paralisis. And his trainer did not care or notice, because, as he tried to let out a cry for help, he saw her retrieve a pokéball to toss at the fallen Pichu.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Jan 8, 2015 13:46:28 GMT -5
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Unnur stood next to Warner's body for a good five minutes after the yellow rat was inside its shiny new pokéball. He was not getting up. "What are you waiting for?" Unnur crouched down to ask, genuinely worried about her bird by now. Nope, he was still not moving, even when prodded. Unnur poked his round belly, wondering if he was expecting her to carry him. She hoped he was not, because there was no way she was going to do it. None whatsoever. If Warner really was too lazy to move out of his own volition, she just had to force him up. The question was, with what? A poke? A pinch? Maybe some fire? A shard of ice might be better for her purposes, on second thought. Warner was part fire, after all. "Hey, Warner, tell me what's wrong," she prompted, once more, but he was not bulging.
Sighing, she grabbed his wings. As if on cue, a second wild Pokémon found its way to her and her lazy—paralysed, in truth—bird. Unnur raised her eyes to face what appeared to be a slightly cracked egg. For a moment, she wondered whether omelette would be a good second breakfast. Would Warner want omelette, anyway? Oh, but they'd have to make sure it was the egg of a bird, because Unnur reckoned she did not want to eat crocodile very much. Their meat was hard and not as yummy. And what about turtles? Those would behard to eat, too. How troublesome. There were no Pokémon nearby trying to claim any of their eggs.
Their dilemma would soon come to an end, however. Before any of them had the chance to move closer towards it, the egg itself pulled two little limbs out from two little cracks on its bottom, and two more limbs from its sides, and at last it poked its head out. It was alive. Which, in turn, meant having omelette was no longer possible. "Disappointing," she muttered, as she waited for Warner to spring back to life and deal with the little creature. Much to her surprise, he didn't. Far from attacking, the Fletchinder let a patch of earth, complete with the grass on top of it, be thrown his way by the Togepi. "Stop lazying around and get this rude thing out of the way, would you?" No response. "Warner, I'm hungry. Get up."
Unnur scowled, already reaching for a second pokéball. Even if her lame little bird refused to get her lunch, she would not go by without her second breakfast. A second Pokémon—a Snover, this time—was released, and with it came a white storm. The young trainer finally picked up her teal-coloured bird after the first vestiges of solidified precipitation fell close to them. On him, rather. Now that he had gotten his punishment for disobeying her and for being so mean and growing up so fast, so much faster than her, Unnur could afford to shelter him from the hail that their other friend had brought with her. Her arms were warm and cosy, and before he even realised it Warner was escaping all of his anger, frustration, and desperation by falling asleep.
"I wonder if Willow could freeze it to feel like food fresh out of the fridge. I bet she could."
Having heard her trainer's comment loud and clear, the ice type brushed the air with one of her arms, imitating the mannerisms she remembered her mother using, and a strong wind toppled the poor Togepi over. Willow the Snover kept advancing, unrelenting, though not so much worried about her opponent as she was about her trainer and the Fletchinder she carried close to her chest. The Snover raised the same arm she had used to summon her Blizzard high above her head, and brought it down onto the baby with the force and skill of an expert lumberjack. It went down, naturally. No Togepi could have possibly endured both attacks during a snowstorm, as small and contained as this one had been due to the Snover being an unevolved form. Once done, Unnur tossed another empty pokéball at the fairy.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Jan 11, 2015 3:12:16 GMT -5
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They weren't done yet. Unnur's bag was now heavier by two pokéballs, and she was fairly certain that not even half an hour had passed since she'd first set foot in these woods. It was an alarming catching rate, for which she frowned and worried and pondered. "Might want to avoid rash captures now," she muttered to herself, humming and crooning the tiny robin peacefully resting in her arms as her darling Snover came up to her, and the girl tensed and tried to avoid letting out the soft cry that her throat so desperately wanted to let out but she wouldn't, no, she was strong and she wouldn't, and then she looked down at the sleeping figure of Warner, breathing in and out and in, and at last she managed to calm down. The root of her fear, however, was not plucked. She couldn't hide it as well as she used to do when Warner wasn't conscious to watch over her, to judge her.
Unnur was terrified of Abomasnow. By association, she was terrified of Snovers. Whenever she gazed at their white fur, so much like snow-covered leaves slowly and painlessly dying in a hailstorm, her mind brought her back to the fateful day a whole three years ago when she was attacked by a pack of Abomasnow. Really, it was only one at first. Just as she and Nori accomplished a very hard-earned victory against it, its friends came over to its rescue. Or to avenge it, maybe, Unnur did not care about why they were after them as much as she cared about getting away. They were just two, but they felt like a hundred to the young, tiny, impressionable Unnur of old. Why she even owned one of them was beyond her own understanding. Perhaps fate thought it funny to place an Snover egg in her hands and leave.
Willow was aware of the effect she had on her trainer. She could see it, she could see the fear in her eyes and her trembling hands. She did not like it. She hated it. She couldn't do much about it. Luckily for all of them, a stranger on whom to vent frustration and anger and fear would soon appear. A small, pink, perfectly innocent Cherubi. Willow brushed her free hand—the other was busy trying to steady her body on the ground as it grew bigger and bigger until she had doubled her original size—against the tree that the wild Cherubi was hanging from. Willow looked up, stranged. She recognised the form of that bark. The Cherubi had been hiding in a willow tree, perhaps trying to find a suitable branch from which to hop to another tree, but now the entire tree was covered in ice, and the Cherry Pokémon was going to die die.
It fell down as apples and tangerines and any other fruits fell to the ground when ripe and mature.
In an attempt to get over her fear—Willow wasn't a full-fledged Abomasnow yet; she could do this—, the blue-haired trainer came one step closer to her Snover, and then another. "Thank you," she mouthed, rather than pronounced. One hand was brought down to pet the Snover's mountain-shaped head. She was tense, but Willow was patient, and the petting was nice. Unnur wondered why these wild encounters were so weak. Thinking of other things was a good way to avoid screaming and kicking and throwing tantrums when nobody but Willow was there to pay attention to her. Unnur knew, though. She knew that grass Pokémon, at least, were inherently weak to ice. Even if the moves that hit them were executed by a Snover, who was partially a plant. A pause. That was kind of lame, to be honest. Lamer than Warner.
This time, she didn't try to capture the wild Pokémon.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Jan 17, 2015 13:04:38 GMT -5
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Safe for the one willow tree that Willow had ironically frozen, the forest was as lively as could be. Thriving with life. Birds were singing all around them, flying and frolicking behind leaves as green as artificial grass. These leaves, these plants, were not artificial, though. Unnur stopped her serendipitous walk when she sensed a presence not as happy as the rest of the forest: an ominous presence, rather, a presence that possibly did not like Unnur's own in the forest. And for good reason. In the off-chance that it had witnessed her Snover's antics just minutes earlier, the blue-haired trainer was sure that it would most likely hate them for destroying the peaceful order of their forest. Another issue entirely was that she did not at all care about their animosity. "Willow," she called. It was no more than a whisper as she scanned her surroundings in search for whatever was staring so hauntingly at her and her Pokémon.
It was a bird. An odd bird, all green and red and yellow, yet it was most definitely not a parrow or a macaw, and it definitely was nothing like Warner or the long-lost family of robins that he beat up just before delving into this forest.
Willow had left the Natu's clear killing intent more strongly than her trainer had, and she had almost laughed. Such a tiny little bird had no chance against her; and so, when the psychic bird rose up to attack, Willow let a new current of wind right back at it—retribution for its Ominous Wind, in a sense—and let it struggle against chunks of ice and snow until its weak, fragile wings could not flap any faster and it fell down to a breathless slumber. After staring at its unmoving form for a minute, Unnur realised something. Its cause of death would also be the cause of death of many a tree in the vicinity, and the cause of more anger directed towards her and Willow. Oh, that wasn't good. Finally, she decided to recall the Snover, once she'd thanked her for all the help she had offered them of course, and tried to wake her Fletchinder as she hurried beyond the edge of the forest. "We should leave."
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