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Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 13, 2014 0:12:57 GMT -5
It wasn't easy motivating everyone to climb the big scary volcano after goofing off for so long in Lavaridge, but Danny was determined to investigate a few online rumors that caught his attention. "I don't see why you guys are so lifeless over this. Think of the hidden tunnels we can walk into. There's gonna be all kinds of shiny rocks, and maybe rare gems, and what if we saw lava up close and tried roasting marshmallows over it? I'm prepared for that moment. That's right--you don't have Sidney from the E-Reader Thor bringing marshmallows up on a volcano." No amount of happy singing or infomercial salesguy boasting could convince Leeroy and Kay to walk with motivation up this bore of a lava rock.
It was Kay's first time out of Lavaridge, which she couldn't stop sneaking glances at as the buildings steadily snuck out of view. She feared losing sight of them entirely, but Leeroy was there to give her an encouraging nudge each time she looked ready to bolt back home, even if it was no home of Danny's. "We're lucky that we're on the side of the mountain where the wind blows the soot away. We'd be dancing in the stuff otherwise." Not that it was the worst case scenario, but he was pretty sure that breathing in all of that soot wasn't good for their lungs.
Good thing he was only 19 and he didn't have to worry about the consequences for a good 30 years. <Just humor him. If we're lucky, he'll get tired and take us back to town.> His soft paws kicked away the gravel as he bounded up to Kay's side, giving her an encouraging lick on the cheek for lasting this long without a chance to kick back and rest.
The sun wasn't as bad as it could've been, but that was only because Danny woke everyone up bright and early before it could really lash out at them. With the cool morning air to keep him motivated, Danny stopped on a smooth part of the ground where the incline stopped, revealing a vast flat surface where tourists frequented for the local cable cars. It was tempting to go in one of those for the sake of saying that he did it, but there were caves to explore, and awesome rocks to polish and admire.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 13, 2014 19:57:58 GMT -5
Mt.Chimney in the morning sure was the place to be, especially if you happened to be going up the side that didn’t have to deal with a nonstop soot storm. The view was something else too, which he took in with appreciation, even if his Lillipup and Froakie groaned and wanted to head back and play in the springs. ”Man, when did you guys get so spoiled?” He supposed that he had to be fair and acknowledge how tiny their legs were, making it harder for them to keep up with his bouncy Danny pace. At least for now, he didn’t mind offering to carry them around so they could spend more time focusing on the best parts of the Mt.Chimney experience. ”Alright, alright. Climb on, guys. You lasted pretty well on your own feet, you know? Even I’m getting pretty tired, but that doesn’t mean we’re stopping here.” Crouching down so that his Froakie could climb onto his back, he scooped Leeroy up and stuffed him in his bag, reminding him of those celebrities that kept small dogs in their purses as a fashion statement. He even felt kind of stylish keeping Leeroy safe in his hip bag, grinning and cooing over how cute he was as he stuck his wet Lillipup nose out as if he was enjoying a car ride.
He could only fawn over how adorable his Pokemon were for so long until the heat got the best of him, and he figured that the best way to cool off was to explore some of the tunnels that wrapped themselves around the mountain. He heard from his typical online sources that the tunnels existed because of the wild Pokemon that adapted to life on the mountain, and there was something about how the Pokemon made the mountain adapt to their needs, and a whole bunch of scientific jargon that he couldn’t wrap his head around. Still, they sounded like a sweet escape from the heat, and he was willing to put up with walking around until he could bump into one. Kay’s frubbles occasionally popped against his neck, tickling his skin with a refreshing cold burst of water, sometimes making him squirm and squeal in discomfort from how squishy it was. It was a nice way to stay cool once you got over the whole ‘ick, what is this?’ factor.
”I hate saying it, but this adventure sounded a lot better in my head.” He groaned after looking around another small opening in the mountain, where each time he would skip towards it with a radiant hope that could clear the soot right out of the sky, only to find that he could barely stand inside of it. From what he could gather, some kind of Pokemon must’ve taken up shelter in caves like these, and the mystery ended right there. ”Maybe I should climb higher and start looking. Or maybe lower…? I wish people would be more specific about this kind of stuff. It’s important. You don’t just flake the important details.” Grumble as much as he’d like, that didn’t change the fact that he had to keep looking around Mt.Chimney to even get close to its hidden chambers. <Intruders, huh? I got nothing for ya. Just a bed and nothing more, so get.> Danny jumped at the sound of the Torkoal’s raspy voice, yelping in pain as his head bumped against the ceiling as he stumbled around in a flabbergasted mess. Of all the things, he had to be trapped in this mouse hole of a cave, and his head had to throb like an infatuated schoolgirl’s heart. And he was face to face with a grumpy tortoise of all things. He shouldn’t have been as jumpy as he was, but from the way that Torkoal was fuming hot smoke from its shell and nostrils, he was trembling in his spot.
Leeroy barked in alarm while Kay clung even tighter to Danny’s neck, and while Danny was still trying to figure out how he wanted to handle this, he could feel his bag rattling against his side as the Lillipup stumbled out of a tiny opening. ”Hang on, tough guy. Don’t you think that lil’ Kay should get some experience? “ He gestured towards her with his thumb, and he could feel her surprise as she dug her fingers into his shoulder, prompting Leeroy to let out a concerned whimper. ”We worked so hard practicing this new move anyways, so why not? Sorry, Torky. But water douses fire. Unless everything I know is wrong, and if so, that sucks.” Plucking the young Froakie off of his back, he set her in front of the scowling Torkoal with a nervous laugh that could plant doubt in even the most courageous of Pokemon.
The Torkoal looked too old to be putting up with a wee frog, and it planned on ending things fast as he cocked his head back and shot out a flaming corkscrew at the Froakie’s feet. Getting trapped in a wall of flames was the last thing Kay expected, and even with her type advantage, the flames bit at her skin regardless of how often she moved around. Even by leaping as high as the cave would let her, the flames traveled with her, clinging to her arms and legs like a hungry parasite. ”That’s not even a great ball of a fire. That’s like, a mediocre dough ball of fire. Shake it off, Kay, and use Water Pledge! “ He had to thank the simplicity of tutor moves for learning such a radical move in such a short amount of time. They only had to watch the ‘How to use Water Pledge’ three times before Kay could use it with some success. Even now, Kay looked uncertain as she fell to the ground, holding her hands together as the flames continued to pester her. The Torkoal didn’t like what was going on and braced himself with an Iron Defense, coating his entire body with a silvery sheen as he stood his ground against the Froakie’s intimidating stance. She looked young and vulnerable, but he heard the word ‘water’ and knew that she was trouble.
Even his Iron Defense couldn’t brace him for the water pillars that came out of nowhere, dousing him completely as he tried to get his temperature back up with a dry and dusty Smokescreen. It wasn’t easy when he had water sopping through the holes of his iron-clad shell, but he figured that he could still get away with firing off a few more Fire Spins if need be. The Smokescreen didn’t help Kay out either, causing her eyes to tear up as the smoke slowly passed out of the sole entrance to the cave. Even if the smoke wasn’t lingering around, the effects of the Smokescreen left enough of an impact on Kay’s vision to make it even harder to fight. Despite his age making those stubby legs of his ache from extraneous exercise, he was a sprightly fella that sprang into the air, intent of squishing the Froakie down with a Body Slam. ”Heads up, seven up!” Danny clapped his hands, snapping Kay back to reality as Leeroy continued to bark in worry, and in a sudden show of agility and wit, she spread herself out with a speedy Double Team. Several of her illusions were crushed in the process, but as the remaining silhouettes vanished, she kept her precious health for another turn.
That was all fine and dandy, but the Torkoal was already planning on firing off another Fire Spin, hinted from the heated glow that shimmered around its shell. ”Use another Double Team and finish it off with Water Pledge! ” He snapped his fingers and started dancing in his spot, flashing pistol fingers to Leeroy once he felt that he had the battle completely snagged. Kay was a newbie to the battle scene, but judging from how much damage her first Water Pledge did, this Torkoal wasn’t going to be able to handle another one. Sure enough, the Fire Spin slithered towards her with fiery fangs barred, but another Double Team allowed her to slink out of the way, and even though the first Fire Spin continued to haunt and bother her, she was able to fire off another Water Pledge in order to secure the battle.
That left some uncooked turtle stew lazing about on the ground, but as long as the Torkoal was hidden inside its hidey hole, Danny didn’t see an issue with leaving it here. ”Booyah! Easy win. See? You didn’t have to worry at all, Leelee. Kay’s a rising star, type advantage or not.” Leeroy jumped right over to Kay, knocking her over with a victory dog pile as Danny followed up with a super squishy hug. ”Good first battle. Seriously, you have talent.” He tickled underneath the Froakie’s chin with a grin, amused as she bashfully pulled herself away from the sudden affection explosion.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 14, 2014 10:50:11 GMT -5
Once the Torkoal was out of the way, Danny checked outside the cave to make sure everything was clear before motioning to the rest to move out. For her first battle, his month old Froakie had done exceptionally well. Maybe it was in part because of the Torkoal’s age and lack of speed, and it was a tortoise, so that thing wasn’t going fast any time soon, but the Froakie’s arsenal of dodge and strike moves made her fun to battle with. It was a fun strategy, but he didn’t think for a second that luck had anything to do with it. ”Let’s go a little higher. I’m kind of curious about the top anyways. How high is too high, I ask. The only limit we have is oxygen, and when that goes out, welp. That’s probably the limit.” He laughed, paying no mind to the horrified looks his Lillipup and Froakie shared as they hesitantly trailed behind his merry steps, basically assuming that they were game as long as he was. And if they weren’t game, well they didn’t really have much of a choice either way. As the team captain, he had control over where they went, and how they got there. If anyone had a complaint, the suggestion box was currently out of order, prompting everyone to simply deal with it.
It wasn’t easy climbing up Mt.Chimney past that one magical point where the slope steadily grew steeper and steeper, making each step worth two whole breaths as Danny withered away from the heat. He was surprised at how such a fun idea could backfire so badly when you didn’t consider Mt.Chimney’s conditions, such as weather, temperature, the effort to actually climb the thing, and now the persistent issue of breathing in soot the closer he got to the top. From where he was standing, he could vaguely see a stream of smoke sizzling from the highest point, watering his curiosity until it blossomed into action. Getting up there was going to be a challenge; a challenge Leeroy and Kay quickly gave up spending effort on as they resorted to using Danny as a living mountain taxi. Leeroy and Kay snuggled as close as they could in Danny’s bag, putting extra weight on his neck and shoulder, and he just knew that his back was gonna ache and crack because of this.
On the bright side, he wasn’t lonely, because a cheerful Spoink hopped right in front of his path. He only spotted her for a few seconds until she bounced from rock to rock, climbing Mt.Chimney with ease thanks to her slinky spiral tail. ”Now why can’t I have a bouncy tail like that? My butt is plain and sad. Thanks, evolution.” Not that his little ones knew what he was talking about, but rambling made him feel better about himself. With how tiny and common Spoink were around these parts, he initially planned on leaving the springy piglet alone. But after that confidence boost from his first battle with Kay, why stop the training there? This was a great way to get a heads start on his team, and he was willing to push it as much as he could. ”I’m thinking…Leeroy, you should do me a favor and chase after that Spoink. Fetch the piggy and take it down with a Bite!” Leeroy looked pretty cozy in that bag of his, but he forced the top open and plucked the pooch out, figuring that he was using the ‘tough love’ card when he demanded these things from his team. Rubbing his hands together with greed, he cackled to himself (much to Kay’s horror as she grabbed the bag’s lid and slammed it over her head) as Leeroy timidly hopped from rock to rock. It wasn’t easy chasing after a local that knew their way around the mountain, but once he started barking at the retreating Spoink, she eventually grew annoyed with his obnoxious chatter and turned around, puffing her cheeks out in annoyance.
<What do you, like, want with me? I’m busy with this thing called life, and like, you need to stop.> She crossed her stubby arms, frowning deeper with each bounce as the Lillipup finally shut his trap and skidded to a halt. He was awfully high up, but the ground around here was stable enough that he felt safe enough trying to initiate a battle. The rock covered slope was going to be a hassle to move around in, but he assumed that he could handle it. <I’d just like a battle. Just your average Lillipup looking for a work out, heh. So please?> He wanted to dig himself a hole because of how horrendous his introduction sounded, and with the nifty new move he learned back in Lavaridge, he could probably do that if he really needed to. <Cute, but like I said, I got things to do. I’ll make it fast for your sake, so faint fast.> The Spoink expertly leaped to the rock closest to Leeroy, using it as a perch for a huge Bounce that kept her safe in the air. All the Lillipup could do was stare in horror as he tried to predict where the Spoink would land, scrambling around with his nose pointed at the clouds until the Spoink landed clean on his back.
His legs gave way and he fell under her weight with a pained ‘oof’, but she was nice enough to hop off as he shook the attack off, growling at her in disdain. So the Bounce attack was scary, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He charged at her with a Tackle, but this Spoink knew what she was doing, and the Lillipup’s footwork was rather clumsy when it came to running up such a steep slope. It didn’t take much effort to dodge his first move, adding to his frustration as he pounced after her with his jaws wide open, managing to catch the base of her tail with a swift Bite attack. The wild Spoink cried out in pain as she returned to her usual bouncing position, cringing as the dark type attack left seething tooth marks that left her shuddering in shock. So the Lillipup knew that kind of move, did he? That wasn’t good, because one more Bite, and she was going to be the one fainting fast. Deciding to break out her strongest attacks, she prepped herself with a Magic Coat in case the Lillipup tried doing anything shady when she wasn’t looking. The Magic Coat took the form of a pink screen closely guarding her body, keeping pesky status moves at bay as the orb on her head began to emit a ghastly purple light. It was the only warning Danny and Leeroy got to the incoming Psychic attack, and once the Lillipup was in her mind’s grasp, he was given a squeeze he’d never forget.
It wasn’t easy maintaining a single Psychic attack for so long, so the Spoink had to break it into two separate attacks. By the time the Lillipup started to recover from the first attack, when the second one hit, Leeroy had the air squeezed right out of him, leaving him unconscious in the Spoink’s psychic prowess. ”Crap. Hey, Larry. Finish it off with a Hurricane and a Blizzard.” After seeing how hard it was to get around those tricky rocks, he figured that it was best to just send out a flying type to speed up the process. Poor Leeroy was left unconscious on the ground by the time Larry flew up to them, and right as the Spoink was ready to hop away with a victorious smirk, Larry became Leeroy’s avenger as his wings kicked up a violent Hurricane, catching the injured Spoink off guard. It wasn’t even necessary to use Blizzard, which Larry confirmed as he landed on the fainted Spoink’s pearl, feeling pretty proud as his foe continued to bounce up and down despite her forced slumber.
While Danny was proud of Larry for cleaning things up with ease, there were more important things to think about as he ran past his victorious champ. Kay immediately hopped out of his bag as she went to Leeroy’s side, looking absolutely devastated at how badly that Spoink wounded him. It even gave her a weird sense of pride at how she was able to win her battle without help, but for some reason, Leeroy couldn’t do it on his own. ”He’ll be fine, I think. That Spoink sure had a punch to her. Must’ve been at a high-level or something to know attacks like that.” Despite Leeroy’s unconscious state, he still felt the need to comfort the Lillipup’s pride. At least so Kay wouldn’t feel as if she had a ‘lesser role model’ or something odd like that, especially when he knew how close the two were to each other. His Froakie only vaguely nodded in understanding, her stare never leaving the Lillipup’s wounds, right up to when Danny returned him to the safety of his Pokeball. ”I think she’s worth catching, don’tcha think? I always liked Spoinks. The whole ‘bounce til you drop’ thing is rad. Look at her now—she’s still bouncing away like a happy camper.” Once he had the idea to catch the wild Spoink, it wasn’t about to leave his head. Even Kay’s croaks of protest weren’t going to stop him from throwing a spare Pokeball at the Spoink’s face, and once she was sucked inside, Larry glided to Danny’s foot as a replacement perch, only showing interest in the rattling Pokeball to see whether he’d get his bouncing pig perch back.
O O C:
Lillipup fainted. Gets a lil experience. Wingull wraps it up. 1 Pokeball used.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 16, 2014 16:16:16 GMT -5
”Not bad. I always wanted to have a pet Spoink. Next to having a pet Larry, that is.” The appeal of catching a brand new Pokemon was starting to die down on him, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of accomplishment when a Pokeball shook for the third time and locked itself shut. It had been a while since a Pokeball had been rejected, and he was starting to get a little spoiled from the success slide he was skating down. He admired the Spoink’s Pokeball for as long as he could, chiming out with a squeaky ‘Zing!’ when the capsule was teleported away. So he was like, 2 seconds off with his timing, but he was getting a kick out of those sound effects. ”What’s that one trick travelers do to figure out where to go? Lick your finger and hold it to the wind?” When it came to finding super-secret tunnels, he had to utilize super-secret methods if he wanted to make it there alive. If he wanted to get out of the super-secret tunnels alive, then he was going to have to use even super-secreter methods to make sure the secret police couldn’t catch him. <Don’t lick that. You don’t know where it’s been.> Larry smirked, smacking Danny’s leg in jest to cue him into the joke. He even got a laugh out of Kay, the timid little Froakie that mostly kept to Leeroy and herself. Now that was an accomplishment. ”My sarcasm senses are going off. Don’t think I’m not onto you, you little puke.” Kay’s webby frog toes could only cling to Danny’s shirt as tight as she could as Danny bucked and kicked Larry to the air, shaking his fist as the Wingull laughed and lazily took to the skies.
Well, at least someone could be carefree.
”Good riddance.” Danny huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as he sulked and stalked after the Wingull’s shadow. He couldn’t knowingly leave his wingman gliding around the dangerous crooks of Mt.Chimney, so even if his words said one thing, his legs and eyes made him do the right thing by keeping an eye on things before they could explode in disaster. <Hey. Is Leeroy ok in there? Shouldn’t we help him and…and heal him?> Probing at Danny’s face with a slimy frog paw, she jolted back in surprise when Danny jumped and swatted at his cheek as if a million bees came out of nowhere for the sake of stinging him. More importantly though, his face had frog gunk on it, and he knew he’d never get used to that.”What do you want?” He asked on impulse, but when he saw the way she was looking at him, he immediately calmed down and rephrased that. ”I mean, what’s up? Still worried about before?” It was his first guess, and he felt a little proud of his detective skills when the Froakie nodded in agreement, shyly looking down and eyeing the Pokeballs he kept around his belt. One of them was Leeroy’s, and to think that he was just stuck in there until they got off this mountain was worrisome. ”He’ll be fine. The Spoinky's gonna be A-OK too. Just gotta give them some rest, and it’ll be like nothing happened. Battles aren’t as dangerous as you might think. There’s like, explosions and toxic gasses and all kinds of stuff that Pokemon can faint from, but feel fine the next day. Just gotta know how to shake it off, you know? Play it cool.” Even though he put on his chill face and brushed at his sleeves as if the world would never touch him, all he got in response was a sigh and a disappointed hop off of his shoulder.
It was obvious that he was going to be sleeping on the couch tonight. No, wait. That line probably would’ve worked better if he wasn’t single. Note to self: work on changing single status for the sake of making crybaby boyfriend jokes.
Occasionally checking back to make sure the girlfriend was keeping up, he caught sight of Larry landing on the edge of a high up cliff. From where he was standing, Danny could barely catch a cream-colored ear poking out from behind the jagged rocks. Larry certainly didn’t have a bulging ear like that, meaning that the Wingull was probably making a nest out of someone’s hair again. ”I’m coming for ya, but wait until I get my hands on you.” Empty threats made him feel better about himself, but it wasn’t apparent to everyone just how empty they were. The second Kay heard scorn and annoyance backed up with a threat, she hid behind the nearest rock, wanting nothing to do with an irritated parent. Not that she was willing to accept Danny as any kind of relative, but he was the closest thing to an authority figure around. Practically no one but a small child could be afraid of an annoyed Danny, and even then, he wasn’t that annoyed. The heat was sure having its way with him, but he usually bantered with Larry like this. Volcanoes were hot, but things would always be chill between him and Larry. Hell, you could even throw them into the lava pit and they’d still be chill. And dead. Dead things are cold.
<I just couldn’t help but notice that you’re standing on one leg. I’m standing on one leg. We’re Hoothoot from the same flock.> Larry, who was definitely a Wingull and not a Hoothoot, got on one leg to mimic the assiduous Meditite that was carefully meditating on his tippy toes at the edge of the cliff, maintaining excellent balance despite the weary wrinkles around his eyes. Instead of responding to the greeting with a jovial one of his own, the Meditite had better things to do with his time, like imagining that the Wingull was far far away from here as he continued his training without needless interruptions. <Are you a statue? Hello?> He certainly could’ve been dealing with a statue, so in order to cross all doubt out of his mind, he hopped right into the Meditite’s face, carefully checking for any signs of a pulse by pressing a wing firmly against the Meditite’s throat. Danny taught him a few things about CPR once, and the steps he remembered were all fuzzy and jumbled up. No matter how pure the Wingull’s intentions were, you simply couldn’t touch a stranger’s throat without their permission, and the Meditite made that clear by suddenly whacking Larry in the face with a Force Palm.
<Do they not teach you the concept of ‘personal space’ where you’re from? Show some respect and leave me be.> With the skill and grace of a well-practiced martial artist, Larry was struck by how relaxed the Meditite seemed once he secured his ground with a battle stance. Matched with an icy visage that displayed confidence and power through years of training, the Meditite refused to look down on the Wingull despite the considerable damage it took from the Force Palm. If his masters had taught him anything, it was to never underestimate an enemy. <No, but I know CPR. Some of it…> His head still tingled from the Meditite’s might, pulsing and throbbing as if it was having a fit, and his legs started to tremble under the Meditite’s unnerving stare. It wasn’t common for the Wingull to feel like fleeing at a single look, but the human-like Pokemon’s ‘take no bullshit’ stare had his heart pounding as if he was trapped in a life or death situation. <I don’t care. I’ve no patience for the carefree, so you best leave before I--> Leaving sounded like such a great idea right now, but before the Wingull could turn around and find someone else to harass, Danny caught up to the group with a vivacious hoot and greeting.
”Heeeeeey, so this is what you were up to. Think it’s funny telling others jokes behind my back, which are technically to my face, but you know how it goes. All around the world, don’t speak the language. But your guilty ass don’t need explainin’. Talk dirty to me, Larry. Spill the dirty truth, you truther.” It wasn’t easy grasping onto the ledge when one small push was enough to roll his feet off the slope, but the apparent danger was out of mind, and he had a bird to reclaim. <Now’s not the time. Now is definitely not the time.> He had two wings, yet he could only flail them around in protest as Danny swooped him into his arms, noogieing Larry into a conceding silence until Danny sensed an aggressive presence staring down at him. The Meditite’s looming shadow was another cue to look up, and boy, it didn’t look happy with them. ”…We should leave. We should totally leave. We’re leaving and I’m having a hard time getting down from here. Wow. No wonder cats get stuck in trees.” No matter how he craned his neck to look at the jagged rocks below, it wasn’t easy getting his footing to work the way he wanted. Going up was an easy enough task, but feeling his way down felt like walking into a dark room, knowing that the floor boards could give out on you at any second. Satisfied with his solitary silence, the Meditite went back to his training with a relaxed smile, feeling pretty good about himself for ending that without needless conflict.
Danny did a good enough job of getting down a couple of steps, but he needed to use all of his limbs to make this work, and the bird had to go. ”Larry, go play with the fighting monkey or something.” Not even giving Larry a say in the matter, his fingers bit the nape of Larry’s neck before lobbing him at the retreating Meditite’s head. All was well once Danny landed safely on the ground without incident, but things didn’t sound so pleasant back where the Meditite was. A cloud of soot and dust filled the air as Larry howled in protest, barely escaping the Meditite’s fury as it chased after him with another Force Palm. At the very least, the Meditite was able to scare the shit outta him, leaving bird droppings clear on the ground as Larry flew around the mountain in horror, panicking even more when he noticed how easily the Meditite kept up with him by leaping from rock to rock. The little Froakie that sensed trouble before it even began leaped into Danny’s arms for comfort, feeling a bit safer now that she had a human meats shield to keep the fighting type’s fury at bay. Yeah, Larry didn’t get that luxury.
”It’s gonna be ok, Larry. Let’s, uh…” Ideas. What were even ideas in these situations? Hell if he knew. ”Try a Hurricane!” According to the type chart, that was the easiest solution, and it was only too easy to default to it when all of the good ideas ran away screaming right when you needed them. Larry eagerly responded by turning to face the Meditite, kicking up a wind storm that was sure to wipe his aggressor’s furious expression clear off his face. It was a decent enough plan, but the Meditite had ears, and he knew how to use them. Sensing the danger from Danny’s command, his eyes twinkled as a surge of psychic power filled his head from ear to ear, granting him the ability to predict his opponents movements with a Mind Reader. Typically Mind Reader was used as an offensive tactic, but in this case, it was best to use it for the sake of dodging. By paying close attention to the way the Wingull’s wings moved with the wind, he dodged and took cover underneath the Wingull’s shadow, eventually rolling behind the cover of a rock until the Hurricane died down.
”So now it wants to hide, huh? Well, take a breather and make it come after you.” That was only if the Meditite was still willing to pick a fight. If not, fine by Danny. He could live without catching this guy, and even though Larry needed the training, they could always train elsewhere. Larry made himself comfortable by making a nest for himself up on a high up ledge, gradually gaining health as he stayed alert for an incoming punch to the face. At least the Meditite wasn’t planning any surprises, but he managed to spot the Meditite’s hiding spot as he Roosted his health to near perfection. The Meditite must’ve sensed Larry’s accusing stare, because sparks were flying the moment he caught Larry looking down at him from his perch, reminding the Meditite of a condescending king sitting upon his throne.
Done with the Wingull’s tomfoolery, Meditite bounced from rock to rock, grunting as he gradually made his way up while Larry picked at the gunk between his toes. When the two finally had the chance to face off, and things were getting tense and heavy, Larry let out a playful caw as he dived back down the mountain, daring the Meditite to chase after him. <Oh, come on! This is redundant!> Even though his masters would’ve frowned at him for doing so, Meditite flipped that bird off so hard, his middle finger was gonna fall off. ”Set up a Rain Dance while you’re at it, Lair Lair. I think we could all settle down, cool off, talk about our feelings and punch some faces.” As an added bonus, the Meditite couldn’t jump and climb around so freely once everything was wet and slick. If they were going with the ‘slip and slide’ plan, using a quick Blizzard didn’t sound like a bad idea either. He initially wanted to ask Larry to do it once the rain was set up, but even though it was misting over Mt.Chimney, the mist did little to cool him off. It still felt nice to be under the effects of Rain Dance, but it wasn’t nearly cold enough to pull off the icy, slippery slope that he wanted. While Larry was setting up his Rain Dance, he jovially flew underneath the raindrops with an amused laugh, mocking the Meditite for taking so long to come down and fight him. The monkey wasn’t so intimidating once he was safe in the air, and Larry couldn’t resist rubbing it in the Meditite’s face. Swooping onto a rock that was too far for the Meditite to reach on his own, he stuck out his tongue and wiggled his butt, snickering to himself when he felt the Meditite’s seething anger from where he sat.
It was a frustrating situation, but the Meditite wasn’t willing to give up. Taking notes from Larry’s bide-your-time-and-boost-up strategy, the rain caressed the knots out of his shoulders and neck as his breathing began to slow down, emptying his mind of his troubles and worries as he meditated in his spot. He was able to get a couple off as Larry teased and laughed from his spot, but like most bullies, Larry got bored once everyone started ignoring him. Looking back towards Danny for advice, he wasn’t feeling too confident with Danny’s untroubled shrug. ”Try a Blizzard, maybe?” If the Meditite had an easy time dodging Hurricane, then Danny saw no fault with surprising it with a new attack.
Danny wasn’t religious. Danny wasn’t spiritual. But he swore that in that moment, the Meditite had obtained some kind of enlightenment as it wrung Larry by the neck in one hand, and swiftly shoved him off a cliff with the other. ”Wingull down! Oh, man. Wingull down! I’m coming, buddy!” It took some scrambling to predict where the Wingull would land, but thankfully Kay had better reflexes, utilizing Danny’s shoulder as a trampoline as she kicked off of him, holding the injured Wingull to her chest as the two fell in a withered heap.
Shit.
”You alive? You’re totally alive, right? Don’t make me do bird CPR on you, because I’m not emotionally ready to make that kind of commitment.” Wanting to hear any sign of life from his best friend’s collapsed, limp form, he patted at the Wingull’s cheeks until Larry shuffled in Kay’s grip, groaning in misery from having so many places injured at the same time. It wasn’t often when he saw Larry injured this badly, but apparently Meditite meant business when it came to kicking ass. ”Ok, good. Because no homo, but I would do that if it came down to it.” It felt pathetic to chuckle his worries away like this when two of his Pokemon were taken out so easily, and he knew that he was going to have to make it up to them later if he ever wanted them to consider liking him. At least Larry wheezed out a laugh, knowing that it was mostly his fault for getting cocky with high-level Pokemon.
Deciding that it was better to keep his Pokemon safe inside their Pokeballs before trouble could crash through the doors, he winced as he stared up at the Meditite’s solemn form, diligently training despite its wounds from the previous battle. It was pretty humbling to see a wild Pokemon so passionate about improving itself as a fighter, and with the sun barely at its peak in the sky, Danny guessed that the Meditite was going to continue training like that until sundown. Not even once did it occur to him to take training so seriously. He wasn’t the type to drill himself like that, and he doubted that he could ever instill a similar kind of passion in the Pokemon he had.
He quietly swore to himself as he sulked down the mountain, wondering what all of this training was even for if he lacked the passion and ability of a real Pokemon Trainer.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 17, 2014 22:40:14 GMT -5
Dragged down, disappointed, and tinkering with the thought of ditching the rest of the day’s training, Danny kicked any random object he could find as he made his way back down the mountain. To be honest, it felt immature to sulk like a rebellious teenager, and he still was a teenager, but he never considered himself to fit the cookie cutter mold of the stereotypical ‘moody and I hate my parents’ trope. No, he reasoned as he kicked a metallic can of soup down a path close to where he traveled up, feeling a twinge of annoyance because some asshole couldn’t hold onto their garbage long enough to find the nearest trash can. He loved to claim to be a child at heart, but he was more like the cool and chill kid that was too busy sucking his own thumb to focus on his young adult-life crisis. ”I can’t even handle all of this sweat. Why am I doing this to myself? High School P.E., why don’t you prepare us for things like this?” Yet another reason why the school system let him down, despite his father’s insistence that graduating was for his own good.
Even now, he could hear his father saying something along the lines of how graduating from high school finally made him as intelligent as the 10 year old trainers that just started their Pokemon journeys. Not that his father was cruel enough to put him down like it, but everything about the way his father spoke to him and looked at him screamed something along those lines, and that was part of the reason on why he had to get away. Being a Pokemon Trainer just seemed like the obvious choice after running into the world with only a Wingull to keep him company. Thinking about the stuff that hit him deep was enough to turn everything else out; even though he kept chasing after the rusted soup can for the satisfying feeling of kicking out of his frustrations, he was barely aware of how many times his foot clashed against the metal, and he had yet to register how close to the mountain base he was. The background meshed into an unimportant, repetitive cycle that reminded him of the cartoon backdrops on Boomerang, where no one really cared if that one rock or tree appeared three times in the typical chase thing. Kicking the can one too many times, he suddenly stopped when he realized that his foot was kicking nothing but thin air.
”Huh…I miss it already.” Knowing that he kicked it somewhere in the last 5 minutes, but not quite knowing where it landed, it only took a couple back and forth paces until he found the prize lodged in a wild Numel’s mouth. His lips sank into a heavy frown at the thought of confronting another Pokemon over something as silly as a dirty soup can, but he still came on this mountain for the sake of being productive, and even if everything about it sucked, he planned on sucking it up until the end. ”I feel shitty doing this.” The Numel’s ears perked up at Danny’s voice, alert but not alarmed as he tilted his head in search of the context behind that introduction. Not even knowing whether Danny was talking to him or not, the Numel patiently stood still until Danny leaped in front of him, landing smoothly as he tried to shake the doom and gloom out of each and every muscle in his face. By the time he looked up, his lips were trained to curl into a confident smirk. ”You there! Beast of the mountain! Wild and clearly savage soup beast! Prepare yourself for battle, because Danny and his team of super seductors…seducers! The word is seducers.” He wanted a re-do, but before he could take back his lines and give them another try, the Numel was already trotting away.
Hold the hella phone, but it was impossible to have all of his cool points ignored so bluntly. ”Oh, so you’re leaving? You’re a scared, sad man-child-camel-hermit? You can’t go until you’ve faced the wrath of the cuddle lord! Aph, show him the girth of your grisly Nuzzle!” He went on and slammed the Pokeball towards the ground as if it was a basketball, welcoming Aph to the jam as she ran away from the receding burst of light. <Leave it to me. C’mere, cutey. Turn around and show that cute wittle face of yours. The view’s great from here and all, but I am not a butt-hugger.> Aph had no shame as she took notes on how to talk from Danny, who was proving to be an awful influence on her over time. He wasn’t nearly as sexual as she was, but she found everyone’s reaction to her hilarious, including the Numel’s beet red cheeks as he slowly turned his head, ears wiggling like an overwhelmed puppy dog as she chased after him. While he was expecting something on the lines of an attack, when the Emolga wrapped her fuzzy arms around his neck, sparks flew from her cheeks as if she merely had the intent of playfully tickling him this entire time. He laughed as tears flowed from his cheeks, scampering around with the Emolga tight on his neck as she affectionately rubbed against his chin, refusing to let go.
But of all things, the Numel wasn’t taking any damage. It seemed more interested in playing and flirting with Aph at this rate, which was totally not what Danny was going for. ”Hey, hey, hey! Save the love fest for some other time. I didn’t come here to get you laid, geez” Aph and the Numel weren’t listening to him, continuing their playfest as the Emolga allowed herself to get shaken off, only to chase after the Numel again for another Nuzzle fest. Apparently being able to Nuzzle someone without harm meant more to Aph than Danny originally thought, and that was great and all, but now he actually had to catch the darn thing. And from what he knew, Numel was a fire type, and based on what just happened, Numel was probably a ground type as well. Most of his remaining Pokemon were weak to fire, and based on what happened earlier, his only water type probably didn’t want to deal with him. This was going to be fun. ”Alright, alright. We’ll catch your boyfriend for you. Set up a Light Screen first, and Danny, the master cupid of love, erotic anime moments, and sending out those sweet, slick pick -up lines is here to help. After we punch this Numel’s face in, that is.” Out of the two Pokemon he had that were in good health, he was feeling good about sending Gawain in there. With Aph’s Pokeball ready for a sudden return in one hand and Gawain’s ball in the other, he waited for Aph to glide back to his side. She shot him a nasty look for making her participate in such a pointless battle, but she still got the Light Screen up after waving her paws in the air like a mime.
”What? I’m doing this in your interest too.” Danny huffed in offense, leaning towards the Emolga as if he was ready to wave a fist in her face as she sighed and shook her head, just wanting this to be over with so she could catch up on more fun times with a certain floppy eared Numel. Once she was fine and dandy in her Pokeball, Danny threw Gawain out to block the Numel’s path, intent on catching it before it could run free. One look at the Pinsir’s aggressive stance as his jaws slammed against each other in warning, the Numel froze up in alarm. He could handle cute Emolgas hugging his neck any day, but this bed bug had to go. Before Danny could order the first attack, the Numel went first, growling as a hot ball of air formed around his lips. By the time he fired the Flame Burst, the Pinsir was already charging towards him thinking he could get a sneaky attack in first. Aph’s protective barrier formed a warm and comforting blanket around him as the flames bounced off of Gawain’s hard outer shell, but the damage was done, and he wasn’t happy about any of it. ”Thanks, Aph.” The Emolga had her problems, but she could be incredibly handy in battles when she wanted to be, especially regarding the use of screens when supporting her teammates. ”You took the heat. You’re the mighty Pinsir that doesn’t let fire stand in your way, striking fear into the hearts of many. Fearless by day, heart-pounding kitty Santa cosplayer by night, that’s Gawain for you!” That last part was most definitely a lie, and Gawain didn’t let that pass without flipping his trainer off in response, eliciting a sharp laugh from Danny in the back.
<Don’t listen to him. He woke up from surgery one day and found out his head was replaced with his ass, and vice versa. Very tragic. Don’t look at him, or he’ll feel nothing but shame.> Gawain grumbled, flashing Danny another pissed off look while the Numel stood back, letting those two have their moment. In the meantime, Numel worked up a Focus Energy while the Pinsir was distracted. Just because he had the sense to not attack a foe that wasn’t ready didn’t mean he couldn’t prep himself up in the meantime, after all. <Back to the important stuff.> It wasn’t hard to get back into the rhythm of the battle, jumping back into his original plan of punching Numel in the face with a strong right jab, knocking the Numel back with a painful Brick Break.
It was a good enough attack, but the Numel could do better. Deciding that it was time to use the hottest move in his arsenal, he lowered his neck as his feet stomped against the ground, causing it to rumble as Gawain and Danny’s heads darted around in confusion. It almost felt like an earthquake, except there was the strange sensation of something ready to burst out of the ground like an untamed beast. Sure enough, the Numel’s Lava Plume came alive as fire and smoke poured all over the rocky terrain, forcing Danny to climb onto higher ground while his Pinsir dealt with the brunt of the attack. Stuck with the fire crawling towards him with Mt.Chimney’s slope working against him, Gawain stared up in horror as the flames ate at his entire body, nearly swallowing the Light Screen whole when the Numel’s Focus Energy paid off. Not even Aph’s Light Screen could save her buddies from nasty critical hits, and by the time the flames died down, so did Gawain’s health.
He was nearly down, and it only took one nasty attack to bring him down this far. ”Revenge it, Gawain. Kick its ass, baby. Woo!” Finally free from the fire pit, Danny crawled back down to safety as if it never happened, hooting and hollering for Gawain’s victory while the tuckered out Numel panted as if it was starving for fresh air. Annoying as Danny was, and as much as his muscles barked at him in protest, Gawain wasn’t about to allow himself to lose to this dorky looking camel. He stretched his arms out with an enraged cry, exuding an orange, energetic glow from the power of his Revenge. Once he was charged up and ready to fly, he jumped horn first at the Numel’s heavy hump, toppling it over from the force of the attack like the cow-tipper he was. Except Numel was a camel. There was probably milk in that hump anyways, so close enough. Despite the initial shove, the Pinsir dug his sharp toes into the Numel’s chest for good measure until his anger could melt away with the orange aura that kept him charged up. The end result was one fainted Numel that was prime for capture, and Danny took the honors by the neck by jamming a Pokeball in the Numel’s mouth, which was enough to active the button in the center that automatically gobbled wild Pokemon up as if they were mild snacks.
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