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Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 17, 2015 17:51:30 GMT -5
[Wilds mountain range, 6pm]
Vincent had never really thought about just how beautiful a sunset could look in the mountains.
It was the kind of thing you saw in a work of art, yet never really gained an appreciation for it unless you actually saw it for yourself. The hauntingly beautiful glow in the sky, the eerie pastels of yellow and orange. The slow and visible sinking of the sun into the horizon. Those were things that could not be expressed in a painting, a photo or even a video in Vincents opinion. You had to be there to see it for yourself.
Even in the bitter cold of the mountains. As Vincent's focus returned to the situation at hand he quietly pulled his heavy coat closed, having opened it moments ago to help deal with the overheating problem that sometimes plagued winter clothing. It was so annoying that one could never find a coat that kept you at the perfect temperature in the cold: you were either too hot or too cold and never just right. The three usarig paradox, as it were.
But the professor decided he would endure: he was on the hunt for a very particular Pokemon in these mountains. One that he hoped would shed some light on the research he was conducting as of late on several mysterious stones that had come into his possession. it was a pokemon he had seen before: one that although rare in some lands was now slightly more common in the high mountains of the nue reigon.
So here he was, quietly traveling through a sunset lit plateau on the mountain, hoping he would find what he sought as night quietly began to fall...
Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 17, 2015 20:23:30 GMT -5
It wasn't long into the evening part of his journey that Vincent encountered a pokemon, and although it was not the pokemon he was looking for, it was...unique, to say the least.
The small pink pokemon was holed up in a small cave literally burrowed into a nearby rock. Light eminated from the rock that indicated there was some kind of campfire inside, probably to keep the pokemon in question warm. As strange as this was, it was not as strange as the pokemon itself: A Cleffa. Not just any Cleffa though. This cleffa seemed to be in a strange class of its own. The most obvious difference was the strange, white hat it wore. It almost looked like some kind of tiny beret. It also seemed to be wearing some kind of off-white face paint all over its body as a sort of mock camoflage that, if it were in the snow, would make it very difficult to see. In its arms it appeared to hold two objects: one was a rather sturdy looking stick, the other was a sharp rock, which the Cleffa quietly dragged over the stick in slow, deliberate motions as it tried to sharpen the stick to a point.
It was...A very angry looking cleffa too, angrily glaring and sizing up Vincent before it returned to its stick sharpening by the tiny fire. The look it gave him sent a chill even down the normally quite calm professor's spine. Walking onward, he wanted no part of this pokemon as he continued through the snow, periodically looking back to make sure the cleffa was not following him with that sharp stick.
Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 18, 2015 0:26:25 GMT -5
Vincent's eyes caught something he had not been expecting at night.
The pokemon came running out of the darkness, charging at him with an odd bout of speed from the distance. Reflexively, the professor scrambled for a pokeball and sent out a pokemon, which by sheer luck had been his Darmanitan, Macho. The Darmanitan was already read to go by the time the pokemon drew closer. As it did, Vincent was quickly able to identify the pokemon: A grass type he was all too familiar with through his "side work": A skiddo. A brave, powerful grass type with pretty strong overall abilities. Abilities that Vincent thought might be useful.
As it drew closer, the Darmanitan had already used its first move: Belly Drum. Vincent felt a chill of nervousness at this fact. He wanted the skiddo to be captured, not blown up. Belly Drum literally turned the pokemon that used it into a walking wrecking ball, and while Macho was skilled he wasn't exactly known for being gentle. With great speed the skiddo drew closer and closer, Darmanitan spinning its arm in preparation to use an attack. Tense seconds passed, and finally when the two entered combat distance...
BOOM!
The Fire Punch hit hard enough that Vincent visibly had to close its eyes. It was one hell of a blow, added to by the fact that Darmanitan uitilzed the powerful ability sheer force behind it. it Appeared like the Skiddo had been knocked out in one shot, legs sticking up in the air with a dizzied look on its face, and slight burn marks on its leafy hide. Other than that it seemed okay.
Wincing slightly, Vincent tossed a pokeball and hoped for a clean catch so that he didn't have to put the Skiddo through that same fight again...
Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 18, 2015 22:06:43 GMT -5
Vincent let out a sigh of relief as he heard the beep and saw the small light of success. Not just because the pokemon was caught, but also because it meant Macho didn't have to fight anymore: A prospect that meant both pokemon, himself (the darmanitan) and the enviorment likely a little uneasy, especially with the darmanitan's seeming inability to hold back against enemies.
Quietly moving over and scooping up the caught pokemon after spending a couple seconds to return Darmanitan to its pokeball, Vincent checked to make sure the strange cleffa from before was not following him: the last thing he wanted was a deadly ambush from a pokemon roughly one tenth his size (if it even was that) and stabbed in the back with a deadly wooden toothpick.
Quietly moving on through the snow, Vincent was happy that he had managed to get a pokemon, but it certainly was not the one he was looking for. As the darkness slowly began to creep more over the landscape, Vincent felt a slight chill, and realized that he didn't know how much longer it would be before he needed to make camp for the safety of him and his pokemon...
Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 19, 2015 15:50:49 GMT -5
Pokedex Name: Vullaby ALIAS: Vara GENDER: Female ABILITY: Big Pecks MOVE SET: Air Slash | Dark Pulse | Nasty Plot | Defog
Pokedex Name: Vullaby ALIAS: Vin GENDER: Male ABILITY: Big Pecks MOVE SET: Feint Attack | Pluck | Defog | Tailwind
Oh dear.
It was Murder.
A murder of Vullaby, specifically, if that was the correct term for a grouping of the animals. It was by no means a small one, either: there had to be about ten of the pokemon in this particular group. Normally, that wouldn't have surprised Vincent in the slightest. What did surprise him, however, was the particular "appearance" of the entire murder. It almost looked like they had picked up various pieces of leather and stitched together some kind of mock "clothing" to fit them. It almost looked like some kind of mock leather jackets. One of them appeared to have manipulated the feathers on its head to appear to mock some kind of haircut. No, it couldn't be. Vincent had heard of pokemon mocking and trying to imitate certain human behaviors, but this was on an entirely different level. It was almost as if these Vullaby were...
"...Greasers?" Vincent literally spoke to himself, shocked at the possible sight that was in front of him. It was frankly unlike anything Vincent had encountered in regard to Pokemon behavior, and he had seen a LOT of strange things in his time.
As he was about to back away from the group of Vullaby, they turned to face him, their accute senses picking up his presence as they huddled around a mock campfire. Their small, sinister gazes seemed to look into him. After a few awkward moments of being sized up by the group, two Vullaby stepped forward: appearing to be the mock "leaders" of the group, their presence and gaze indicated a very clear message: A battle was inevitable.
Vincent steeled himself as he tossed out the perfect pokemon for this particular task: one of his most beloved and strongest pokemon, A jolteon by the name of Neil. As the Vullaby were flying pokemon this Electric type was the ideal pokemon for the situation. Neil quickly proveded it with the opening Salvo.
"Neil, Discharge."
In a flash of yellow electric force, the small thunder-type unleashed a wave of Electricity in the general direction of the entire horde. The two up front fighting were the targets, but the others were still slightly struck by the aftermath of the initial wave. It was a huge hit to the two vullaby, but it was not enough to knock them down outright. In exchange, the first Vullaby (the male one) countered by utilizing Tailwind, speeding up the general speed of his comrade, who then took the opportunity to utilize a powerful Dark Pulse attack. A general wave of darkness spread over the area, crashing into both Vincent and his pokemon and knocking the former off his feet, a general wave of nausea washing over Vincent from the dark presence of the attack. It did not stop him from repeating his order, however.
"Neil, Discharge!"
Another wave of electricity washed over the two vullaby and the pokemon behind them. The front two were KOed, the second hit managing to do the trick. Vincent scrambled to his feet before tossing two pokeballs, one at each of the vullaby, in hopes of a capture....
Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 21, 2015 21:21:28 GMT -5
Thank God he had caught them. If that battle had gone on any longer, Vincent was unsure of his ability to keep the fight going. Especially due to the massive amount of backup the Vullaby had. Unfortunately as Vincent quickly snatched up the two pokeballs with his caught pokemon, not wanting to dawdle as he quickly put them into his bag. The reason was quite obvious at this point.
The eight more Vullaby that were recovering behind him had just noticed that their allies had been captured, and the look on their faces was...not pleased, to say the least. Even though they were slow, there were eight of the bird pokemon, and chances are they were at least comparably tough as the two Vincent had fought. That was a battle even the Professor wanted no part of. His Jolteon quickly following him, The Professor bolted through it, Moving through the snow as fast as he could while the nimble footed Jolteon stayed close. The Vullaby, whose flight ability was poor but still existent followed in what could only be loosely described as "hot pursuit" as they more jumped and flapped their wings for extra distance than actually flew.
The chase lasted for about a half an hour before Vincent finally escaped, not wanting to tempt fate again this night, he returned to the nearest place for lodging and set up camp. Perhaps he would get another chance tomorrow...