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Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Feb 8, 2015 13:33:03 GMT -5
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Warner was inside his pokéball now. He'd had a lot of time to rest since their last altercation, a lot of time for sleep and to eat all the overly sweet berries Unnur had picked up for him. She could never understand why he liked those peaches and mangos and watermelons and lychee fruits so much, but he seemed happy eating them, and that was satisfying enough for the young girl of the icy stare. Well-rested and with a full tummy, the Fletchinder could easily be roaming the skies alongside his trainer right now, or rather she could be riding him into the sunset because Unnur wasn't biologically equiped for flight, but he wasn't. He wasn't because she was not letting him. Whether it be guilt, worry, or an unhealthy mix of both, Unnur refused to let him out unless it was strictly necessary, and at the moment it wasn't.
She stepped forward, light yet firm feet taking her through the last trek of her journey, on foot, from Bayonada to Tyntill. At the moment it wasn't.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Feb 12, 2015 18:28:56 GMT -5
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It wouldn't be long until they reached the up-risen rails that connected Unnur's destination to a ranger depot somewhere deeper into the Wilds. "We're close," she muttered to herself, starting to remember bits and pieces of the map she'd lost somewhere along the way. They'd come from the south, and these rails ran from east to west, or maybe they ran the other way, if she remembered correctly. That meant they needed to go east now, towards Tyntill and civilisation and delicious meat. Right they went, then. Maybe they could visit that ranger station another day, maybe ride the train for once, maybe find some opponents for her Pokémon to battle against.
So boring.
Walking by herself was starting to become so dull and boring, Unnur was almost tempted to take Warner out after all. But no. She wouldn't. Nope. She woul- What were those pink things flying around? One of the curious little balls hovered lower than the rest. What appeared to be its leaves, green and surprisingly stronger than what they initially looked, spinned around as helicopter blades. "Warner," she called out, finally releasing him, finally giving in to yet another day full of adventure. Or beating up innocent creatures, rather.
At any rate, whether it be good or bad, there was something to be done about this Hoppip, and that something was most likely going to be painful for it. "Let's be quick about it, now," Unnur prompted, as the bird's shape rose from inside his pokéball, no more than a red light at first, already flapping his wings and ready for battle. She assumed her avian follower would want to attack this other flying entity, for some reason or another, while Warner had long ago resigned himself to do as his cheeky trainer commanded. He spoilt her too much.
The first collision threw the Hoppip off balance. Warner had been as swift and quick as the move itself he'd used was popularly known to be, but that was just the initial part of a two-move combo. Taking advantage of his proximity to the enemy forces after that priority move, he proceeded with a second midair attack. Way more powerful that the first, and way more deadly as well. Acrobatic maneouvres weren't all that easy to execute, but Warner had had plenty of practice as a Fletchling, and then some more as the Fletchinder he currently was.
Our pink friend was too disconcerted and its leafblades too crooked to continue flying, so it crashed down with the grace of an axe-wielding dwarf who happened to be armless.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Feb 15, 2015 10:31:10 GMT -5
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Unnur was starting to tire from walking so much. Not so much from her promenade itself, her light feet being as accustomed as they were to extensive walking, but rather the repetitive nature of the activity. She watched her Fletchinder soar the skies with the ease of a rightfully airborne creature, and her blue orbs were inevitably overcome by a tinge of jealousy. Unnur wanted to fly, too, just like him. Maybe with him. No, preferably without. Ew. Gross. She wanted to feel the wind play with her hair and tickle her skin; she wanted to watch the world from above, colossal structures reduced to tiny, toy-sized splatches of colour.
Grumpy would be a good word to describe her right now, for she knew she couldn't do any of those and the fact that lame old Warner could made her so grumpy. One hand resting on her pokéballs pocket, Unnur pondered the universe of possibilities that could be but weren't. Almost without thinking, she grabbed one of the red spheres and called out the Pokémon inside.
"I missed you," she muttered, approaching his figure with two caressing hands.
Manny the Mamoswine was happy to get a good stretch after so long, and to finally see his trainer face-to-face again. After all, few were the opportunities that allowed a hairy mammoth running around in the city, and she was sure Manny would find warmer climates infinitely uncomfortable, as did many of her other companions. Really, that was the main reason she wanted to get to Tyntill quick. Once she'd visited her friend there, she would be able to visit Iceburgh and let her Pokémon have all the fun they needed, at last.
Warner heard the stomping sound that signaled the appearance of a big, heavy creature, but decided to continue his recognaisance patrol before returning to greet the mammoth. His duties as Unnur's guardian always came first. It was due to this that he missed the sight of Unnur jumping up to climb atop Manny, as well as the tiny little mouse that had avoided his gaze by travelling underground, and Unnur's call. "Warner!" Her haunting voice resounded for miles, possibly alerting other creatures of their location. What was that girl thinking? Well, he'd find out soon enough if he hurried back to her.
But when he got to them—really mere seconds after both Mamoswine and Dedenne had come into the equation—all the fun had already ended. The electric rat was unconscious somewhere a few feet away from Unnur and the Mamoswine and, even though Warner couldn't tell because he was in full flight, the earthquake that had knocked it off its feet would also be alerting any other smaller prey not to approach, if they valued their lives.
The Fletchinder just sat on top of his trainer's head, confused.
Post by Unnur Liefsdóttir on Feb 21, 2015 17:41:47 GMT -5
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One or two minutes of silent peace followed the return of the Fletchinder before company arrived. And what entourage, too— First one small, red, nine-tailed fox poked its head out from beyond the horizon. In the span of a minute, a number two and three and four had appeared. The next figure to appear was notably different: golden fur instead of red, bigger and moreknowledgeable and slender and elegant. A Ninetales. Manny's earthquake, far from scaring them away, led this family to them. Unnur gazed at the scene her little pet birdie was trying to show her with a hint of distant recognition.
"Guess we'll need a stronger earthquake to scoot them away," she mused. But they were still too far, both the first Vulpix that appeared and the Ninetales that came later, and for them to feel a truly strong earthquake they'd need to be closeby. Closer than ever from the epicentrum that was her Mamoswine. Warner had to lure them in. The young trainer poked the outer feathers of the Fletchinder resting on top of her head, signaling him to get going. "Bring them to us."
Warner took off in the direction of the wild horde, all along wishing their trip was already over because he was starting to get tired again and just wanted to go back, hide under Unnur's coat, and fall asleep, safe and sound like a toddler in his mother's arms. Except this girl was no mother of his, she was a brat, and he was more her caretaker than a son, and the ideas was honestly starting to sound a lot more disgusting than he'd initially thought. Better to get this over and done with.
As he approached, the robin was spotted by two of the three Ninetales, and two curtains of fire were summoned from out of their mouths. Warner sped up to dodge the first, and he barely escaped the second with a few scorched feathers. He took up some height, rose so that they thought he would leave, and descended onto them with the growing velocity of a free falling ball. The Fletchinder's claws hit one of his attackers, propelled upwards aided by inertia, and descended again. The two Ninetales and a Vulpix that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time were harmed, and Warner didn't wait around to watch the reactions of their friends.
He fled.
They followed.
Meanwhile, Unnur and her mammoth readied their location for an ambush with layers of pointed rocks. They waited. Waited for a while. A long while. Waited for such a long while that for a moment he forgot what they were doing. Only the soft caress of Manny's trainer could bring him back from the orphic realm in time for his next step in this cooperative assault.
Warner's journey back to Unnur and Manny would have been awfully one-sided had the robin of the teal and silver feathers, as well as some coal-tinted ones in his tail, not used the wind to his advantage. He flew faster than even the Ninetales by riding these currents, and arrived just in time to watch Manny wake up. They looked directly at each other's eyes for a fraction of a second, the Fletchinder and Mamoswine, and as soon as their eye contact was broken the first hurried up and away from any danger that the stomp that the latter would be inflicting, combined with the dangerously sharp and painfully big clusters waiting to be shaken and to fall on top of the unsuspecting foxes.
They fell one by one, the smaller and more fragile red foxes before the bigger golden ones. The earthquake was long and powerful, but Warner was protected by his ability to fly, for he was mid-flight and could not feel the ground move, and Unnur was conveniently cushioned by her Mamoswine's fat and fur. When it was over, she grabbed a third pokéball, called out her Cloyster from within, and asked her to flatten the earth again for her and Manny to be able to leave their trap. "Use Rapid Spin," she instructed, and Nori the purple bivalve pokémon obeyed with a grin. That was when they realised that there was still one Ninetales standing. The Fletchinder reacted with the first move he could think of, dashing forward with speed beyond his own limitation, before his wings struck the already weak Pokémon in the chest while they glowed white and then silver and red, like some metal in the process of cooling down, fresh from the oven.
Once done, Unnur inspected her team's work. She hopped off Manny's back for a closer look at the tally. There were quite a few of them laying unconscious on the ground. So many, in fact that, Unnur wasn't sure if she had enough pokéballs to catch them all. She hummed. They'd have to see. A pokéball was thrown after another, trying to capture each of the five red foxes Unnur counted just before she returned to ground level. Then, and before stopping to check whether they were successes or not, she moved on to the three Ninetales. Two weakened by Warner and finished off by Manny, the other hit by the same two in reversed order.
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