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Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jun 24, 2013 17:21:36 GMT -5
“I’m seeing slacking! Get to it, soldiers!”
The golden eyes of a young woman narrowed into a glare as they observed a Magby and a Poochyena do rigorous exercises. “Did you think just because we were in a new region you would get a break?!” Her voice was commanding and rather loud, demanding everything like a drill sergeant, even as her fiery red hair blew in the wind.
She was standing at ease in a training area apparently set out specifically for trainers in the city that was apparently called Vermillion. Trainers and Pokémon were coming in and out left and right, but Vesta didn’t care; she recognized their presence but she didn’t care who they were, she didn’t care what they looked like. They were nothing to her, just like she was nothing to them. Nothing but another trainer exercising her Pokémon taking advantage of the midday sun.
Vesta clapped her hands, voice getting angrier, “Come on, soldiers, move it! Laps! Now! Move it, move it, move it!” She continued to egg on her Pokémon as they ran around a track.
After some prior issues and ugly arguments, Richelle Inaku turned back to Richelle Jace was ready to just hit the reset button on her life. So much time wasted, she wondered if there was even a way to make up for it all. Perhaps she should go see her mother, again, or finish high school and pursue some sort of career? A while back, she had lectured herself that she wasn’t allowed to hold onto the past. Her philosophy had always been to just keep moving forward, but she was reaching a point where she wondered just where forward was. What was all this time messing around supposed to lead her towards? She didn’t want to get stuck on old issues, didn’t want to sit and ponder her mistakes. She would learn from them and move on, that’s how it always was.
“So, now what…?” she mumbled, stretching out briefly, before simply falling limp on a bench. Her legs out spread and stretched out in front of her, she was lounging carelessly in her seat at the moment. Ricki just sat there in thought for a bit, before hearing the familiar chirps of an excited Pidgeot. Tilting her head back, Ricki let out a questioning hum in response to her bird. It was then that she noticed what was hanging from Pidge’s mouth and she swiftly got out of her seat. Rushing to the front of the bird, she knelt down to take the poor Caterpie her Pidgeot had captured. She could hear the cries of the unfortunate trainer of the bug Pokémon in the distance, explaining to a few other people about how a bird just came out of nowhere and took her Caterpie.
Staring at Pidge for a long moment, the bird did look apologetic as she realized the trouble she had caused. Sparing the Pidgeot of a lecture, Ricki simply looked down at the Caterpie in her hands and watched his chest rise and fall. He must’ve passed out in fear of the sudden attack, which was a relief on Ricki’s part. At least she didn’t have a death on her hands, but she was pretty sure the other trainer was going to be pissed. So, off she went to deal with that awkward mess, Pidgeot hopping afterwards like a sad puppy. Thankfully, the trainer did get pissed, but was so pissed that she marched off to rush her precious Caterpie to a PokeCenter. Well, that was a relief at least.
So, with that awkward situation behind her, Ricki returned her Pidgeot to her pokeball and turned around to see the rest of her team looking at her almost expectantly. She had let them out to play with the other Pokémon here, but apparently the fact this was a training area, none of the other Pokémon had the time to play around. Ricki frowned slightly at her team, and rubbed the back of her neck as she looked around. It was obvious that Crawler the Kabutops, and Spooker the Duskull weren’t interested in playing. Crawler would rather observe, and Spooker was all about brief scares and then vanishing to relish in the frightened expressions of his victims. Sighing, Ricki smiled at them and apologized, before returning most of them to their pokeballs. The last to remain was Rep the Lucario, and Cinder the Cyndaquil.
Kneeling down, she picked up Cinder and started to make her way through the training area, searching for anyone who might be on a break and up for playing. Those she came across, though, were pretty much exhausted and the most exhausted looking of them all was a Poochyena and Magby she saw in the distance. Smiling, she started towards the two young Pokémon, and slowed to a stop on the track as she heard the shouts of their trainer. She was certainly a pushy one, wasn’t she? Ricki watched the two Pokémon rush pass before she started her way towards the red head drill sergeant yelling at the duo.
“Yo!” she quickly called out, before laughing as Cinder suddenly crawled up her arm and slumped on top of Ricki’s shoulder. Reaching up to hold him in place, the green haired trainer looked back up at Vesta with a grin. “Looks like your Pokémon have been training for a long time, and mine finished a while ago. You want to let them have a break to play for a bit?” she asked, having no issues with offering this to a stranger. Ricki has said many horrible things to strangers before, after all. “My boys and girls have been dying for a chance to make a few other friends” she laughed, smiling over at the Lucario as he came up next to Ricki. He seemed unnerved slightly by Vesta’s aura, but merely gave a nod to show he agreed.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jun 28, 2013 12:14:07 GMT -5
I'm here to work, I'm not here to fuck around
Vesta’s eyes never once faltered from her Pokémon. She watched them like an eagle, every single movement spotted by her fierce, golden eyes. She stood at the edge of track still like a statue, only moving when her red hair just happened to dance with the wind. Everything about her stance, her glare, gave off the aura of fierce determination on the level of anger. This was not the first time she had trained her Pokémon, and it would be far from the last.
Training was actually going well, despite the fact that they had got off the ship practically an hour ago. She knew it was going well because Oscar was starting to pant heavily and Howi was starting to lose balance. Vesta couldn’t help but smirk softly; only a couple days since they parted from their father and her Pokémon were already in bad shape, Howi the worse of the two. Vesta’s eyes narrowed. Slackers will not be in my fireteam. You two are especially no-
“Yo!”
Vesta blinked and turned to glare sternly at the young green-haired woman that had chosen to interrupt her thoughts. She had a Cyndaquil on her shoulder, however, at her side was a Pokémon she didn’t recognize, though Vesta did recognize the Pokémon’s agitation at approaching her. Her aura darkened somewhat as she glared at it, but she did give it respect for swallowing its problem. It meant he wasn’t a whiner; that was all she needed to know, at least for now. The woman had a sickening grin on her face as she continued to speak, “Looks like your Pokémon have been training for a long time, and mine finished a while ago. You want to let them have a break to play for a bit? My boys and girls have been dying for a chance to make a few other friends.”
Vesta merely scoffed and walked away, stepping a few feet away into the track to stop her Pokémon. They immediately stood at attention, trying not to pant and collapse in front of their Trainer. She glared at them both, first at Oscar. “You may rest.” The Poochyena immediately flopped in exhaustion and panted heavily as she turned her eyes to Howi. “You, however, tripped twice. That’s fifty push-ups.” The Magby groaned slightly as it started forcing itself to do weak push-ups while Vesta returned to the woman, turning to observe her Pokémon once again.
“If you have time to play, you have time to work,” the soldier girl said with a callousness that would freeze a lake, not even bothering to look at her as she said this. “My soldiers have let themselves go in a short time, and we have to fix this.”
Upon following her offer to let the Pokémon play together, Ricki was actually scoffed at and watched the other trainer simply begin to walk off. Well, that was one way to quickly irk the green haired woman. Cinder let out a soft coo of worry at the clear annoyance that followed Vesta’s response to Ricki’s kind offer. She didn’t respond to the Cyndaquil, but instead, looked over to Rep, who seemed unsurprised by the reaction. The experienced trainer didn’t have the time to put up with another dirt bag after her recent experiences, and she was ready to walk away then and there.
That is until she took one more look at the other trainer’s two Pokémon. They were exhausted, and being pushed well to their limits. The training looked like it was definitely taking its toll on the poor duo, and the sight of it was quickly crawling under Ricki’s skin. Did this red head have to be so damn forceful? The poocheyna was panting so hard, Ricki imagined he might even be hurting his own lungs like that. The poor Magby was struggling to just do ten, let alone fifty pushups. While Ricki wasn’t innocent of the act of pushing her Pokémon to their limits, she never would push them so far just to give them nothing more than a break. That wasn’t fair at all, and neither was the punishment this woman had given her Magby. Even Cinder seemed unnerved by the sight and moved to take shelter in Ricki’s pulled back hood.
Grabbing the collar of her hoodie to keep it from sliding back and choking her, Ricki focused on Vesta. The young woman returned Vesta’s previous coldness in the form of a very unpleased glare. “Yeah, but you gotta balance work and play, or you’ll drain yourself or others dry” she countered, turning her gaze from Vesta to her Pokémon. “They’re clearly at their limits for the day. You have gotta be done with trainin’ for today, right?” she questioned. Shifting slightly to get a better grip of her collar as Cyndaquil continued to hide from view, Ricki locked a firm glare on Vesta. “Besides, don’t cha think fifty pushups is rather harsh punishment for just stumbling over his feet? The Magby is just a baby after all” she added on, tightening her grip on her hoodie.
Extremely disappointing… Vesta watched, eyes narrowing at her Magby as he struggled to do ten simple pushups, all he was ever really capable of doing after such a meager workout. Eleven. He was capable of so much more, but that tiny body of his was holding him back. Twelve. It was pathetic; reminded her of herself back when she was the equivalent to a private. All the while, Vesta’s ear was being chatted off by some random woman, who had the gall to question not only her training methods, but by extension, her way of life.
“Yeah, but you gotta balance work and play, or you’ll drain yourself or others dry. They’re clearly at their limits for the day. You have gotta be done with trainin’ for today, right? Besides, don’t cha think fifty pushups is rather harsh punishment for just stumbling over his feet? The Magby is just a baby after all.”
Thirteen. Vesta turned to glare at Ricki, still keeping a composed demeanor and posture, but annoyance becoming more prevalent in her voice. “Playing is a waste of time. I can allow resting but my soldiers will not waste time playing when they can easily be training, mentally or physically,” she said as Magby hit his fourteenth pushup with immense difficulty. She briefly looked at the Cyndaquil hiding in the girl’s hood and instantly lost any respect she might have had for it before she looked back into the green-haired woman’s eyes. “How I train my Pokémon is none of your business and you have no right t-“
A soft thump sounded just then, just enough to tell Vesta that Howi passed out from exhaustion. The anger in her expression faded, replaced by annoyance as she sighed and closed her eyes, turning her head back to her wheezing duo. “Pathetic….” She muttered just under her breath.
Ricki could feel her blood slowly starting to boil as she watched the poor Magby struggle with just simple pushups. His trainer offered no sympathy, and even had the nerve to glare at the Pokemon who was trying so hard for her. Ricki had been in this kind of situation before, but she wasn't the one glaring someone down. No, she made the mistake of trying so hard to please someone, only to be ridiculed, lectured, and mocked. Rolling her shoulders as her Cyndaquil's weight dragged the hoodie back a bit, Ricki reached up to pull her collar down. As she did, Vesta locked a glare on the intervening trainer, a glare which Ricki met with a solemn gaze.
If this woman dared to get pissed off for this, today was going to be a very long day. When this woman dared to claim that 'playing' was a waste of time, Ricki merely scoffed and shook her head. This idiot had no idea what she was talking about. Playing was not only a way to keep Pokemon happy and relaxed, but it taught them various skills that could be used in battle. It served its purpose, and was hardly a waste of time by any means of the words. As Vesta went on, Ricki just began to tune her out and look away.
Any respect that could've been earned from Ricki was immediately lost as this woman pulled out the 'you have no right' bull shit. Ricki didn't care who anyone was, what they did, how much money they had, and so on. If someone was going to act high and mighty, as if they expected the world to bow to their feet and rush to their every beck and call, then they better give Ricki a pretty good reason to do just that. If she saw someone doing something wrong, she had every damn right in the world to call them out on it.
Suddenly the Magby passed out from exhaustion, immediately prompting something inside of Ricki to snap. She quickly shoved Vesta aside and moved over to the baby Pokemon to make sure it was just exhaustion causing the pass out. “The fuck is wrong with you?” she snarled, looking up from the Magby she was kneeling by. “I don't give two shits if they're your Pokemon or if this is your normal training methods, this is abuse” she accused, dropping her bag from her shoulder. Cinder the Cyndaquil peeked out over Ricki's shoulder before hopping down to the ground and heading over to inspect the other Pokemon.
“Training like this is going to come back and bite you in the ass. Bodies can't handle constantly being trained to the point of exhaustion and causes wear and tear to the muscles. Also, you ignorant snot, playing does serve a purpose!” she mentioned, figuring she might as well go all out. “While it makes your Pokemon happy and helps them relax, it teaches them skills that can be used in battles. Hide and Seek, Tag, Fetch, and so on and so forth” she ranted, before looking back down at the Magby, her cold glare turning to a genuine look of concern.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jul 11, 2013 0:18:15 GMT -5
I'm here to work, I'm not here to fuck around
Vesta’s anger was slowly turning from a simmer into a bubble. She was trying her best to keep herself in a calm, cool posture, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Vesta was starting to dislike the woman’s very presence. She was taking all that Vesta knew, her entire life, and throwing it on the ground, stomping it, then finally spitting in her face. She herself went through this very same process for years and years on it, and now she was amazingly physically strong. Who was this woman to question her methods?
The soldier girl let out a very, very soft growl as the woman had the audacity to attempt to touch her Pokémon. While Ricki leaned down to inspect Howi, all she managed to see what the Pokémon turn into red energy and disappear into its mobile home, the puppy following the same pattern while Vesta returned to her at ease posture, hands interlocked behind her back. The soldier snorted and glared at Ricki, “My Pokémon’s wellbeing is none of your concern, woman. If anything they have it easier now.”
Vesta’s eyes narrowed as she glared harder at Ricki, trying her best not to clock her. “However, if you must know, they will retrieve the medical attention they require. An injured soldier is a useless one.” She shook her head as if Ricki were stupid, then turned her heada gain, though didn’t completely take her eyes off her. “You may return to your business and preach your methods on someone who cares now.”
Post by Ricki Jace on Jul 12, 2013 13:38:37 GMT -5
THROW TANTRUMS LIKE PARTIES
WE'RE NOT HAPPY UNTIL EVERYONE KNOWS WE'RE SICK
I HAVE 542 WORDS FOR VESTA DRESSLER
While kneeling down to inspect the poor Magby, all she found was the baby Pokémon being turned into a red glow and pulled back into his pokeball. The sight hit a nerve and Ricki turned another glare to Vesta, displeased with this woman. What was wrong with her? Why would anyone find this kind of treatment to be okay? Thinking back, not even a psychotic and murderous man she once dated would dare to push his Pokémon around like this. None of her ex-team members, and hardly anyone she could recall would force Pokémon around like this. They weren’t tools, they were people, and neglecting their emotions for the sake of training them was ignorant and disgusting.
Up to her feet in a blink of an eye, Ricki only calmed slightly at the assurance that the Pokémon would receive medical attention. “My name isn’t ‘woman’, its Richelle In— Jace. My name is Richelle Jace!” she snarled, a fire igniting at the almost slip of her tongue. She marched after Vesta, pent up frustrations started to boil and bubble, threatening to break the surface at any moment. It had been a long, long time since Ricki properly vented, let out all her frustrations. Even before the disaster and nightmares at Snowpoint, she had been simply ignoring her past and trying to move onwards.
“A Pokémon’s wellbeing is always my concern, whether or not they’re mine! I’m a trainer, and being a trainer isn’t just about making your Pokémon stronger, but happy as well!” she declared, before feeling a tug on her pant leg. Shooting her gaze down to the ground, the fiery glare melted to a struggle to calm down as her eyes rested on a very worried Cyndaquil. Cinder made a quiet plea, as if asking Ricki to calm down. Muscles tensed and ready to go, Ricki looked back up at Vesta and decided to acknowledge her Cyndaquil’s plead. Scoffing and stepping back, Ricki coldly commented “They aren’t methods, they’re facts. Maybe you should learn a thing or two about how to be concerned for their wellbeing as well before you keep trying to turn your Pokémon into muscle bound jarheads, ya dumb bitch.”
Cyndaquil made another whine, before he was picked up and set back on Ricki’s shoulder. Cinder pressed a paw to her cheek, forcing half a smile on Ricki’s face. He held it, until his trainer glanced towards him. He immediately retreated, slipping off Ricki’s shoulder and back into the hood of her hoodie. With the Cyndaquil hiding away, Ricki’s gaze turned back to Vesta, anticipating the other to either snap back, or simply walk away. Either or, Ricki was struggling against her temptation to go after this woman, grab a clump of hair and shove her face into the dirt. With Cyndaquil on temper control, though, Ricki was holding back for the moment. Although, there was one type of fight she could do without Cinder getting upset. “If you think your Pokémon and your methods are so good, though, how about after you heal them, you come back and we have a battle? I’ll even let you choose which of my Pokémon you battle” she challenged, part of her having a strong feeling Vesta was going to decline.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jul 16, 2013 20:39:28 GMT -5
I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND
SONG NOTES ||PKMN3|PKMN4|PKMN5|PKMN6
The woman was again glaring at her simply for returning her Pokémon. Should she have expected anything else? Howi and Oscar were her Pokémon, Vesta thought, this green-haired woman had no position to comment on the way she treated them. It was her business and hers alone. Vesta decided when they worked and how hard they worked, Vesta alone decided when they rested and for how long.
Vesta held no fear in her body nor in her eyes as Ricki’s temper began to spark, even after she introduced herself. Fire-breathing dragons were something she had long since been used to, and her eyes would have gained a lazy, uncaring, look if Ricki didn’t stomp over to her. The fire-maned woman merely stood at attention, glaring at the green-haired one defiantly, matching her glare, her bubbling anger drop-for-drop, creating an emotional wall to match hers.
“A Pokémon’s wellbeing is always my concern, whether or not they’re mine! I’m a trainer, and being a trainer isn’t just about making your Pokémon stronger, but happy as well!”
Behind her back, Vesta’s fists were tightening. Her patience was the sort to change with the situation, and this is one where her patience was particularly thin, due in no small part to Ricki’s butting into her business. Her muscles her tensing, her eyes were narrowing, her senses were growing; her entire body was priming itself to attack or defend, ready to throw down.
Before either of the two’s anger had a chance to explode, however, both of their attentions were drawn to a small, pathetic-looking Cyndaquil as it tugged at her pant leg. Ricki’s eyes quickly cooled down to a cold glare, Vesta’s gaze matching as her body relaxed to a state just ready to act if she had to. Luckily Vesta was cool enough now to react to Ricki’s insult (particularly the ‘dumb bitch’ part) with nothing more than a scoff.
“If you think your Pokémon and your methods are so good, though, how about after you heal them, you come back and we have a battle? I’ll even let you choose which of my Pokémon you battle”
Vesta’s glare actually disappeared then. She looked away in thought as she rubbed her chin, considering the notion for a moment. Didn’t take long for her to shake her head and give Ricki a look that clearly indicated how stupid the redhead thought of the offer, her voice offering the same tone, “I am no fool. I have little experience with Pokémon battling, while I am sure you do. My Pokémon are disgustingly weak, and even your weakest Pokémon would be a challenge at least for my Pokémon. If you think I can be goaded so easily then you must really be a dumb bitch.”
Post by Ricki Jace on Jul 17, 2013 15:53:24 GMT -5
THROW TANTRUMS LIKE PARTIES
WE'RE NOT HAPPY UNTIL EVERYONE KNOWS WE'RE SICK
I HAVE 556 WORDS FOR VESTA DRESSLER
Following her offer for a battle, the clashing tempers suddenly shifted to a tense calm. Ricki needed this, a way to vent and release her anger somehow. She had to get this rage out of her system before she exploded again, and she could see the other was giving the offer a good amount of thought. As she did, Ricki was already moving to unhook her belt the carried her pokeballs. As Vesta started to decline the offer, though, Ricki shook her head and returned Cinder and Rep. Ricki gritted her teeth and scoffed at the words before gazing down at her belt.
Ricki tied the belt back around her waist, and recalled the one lone Pokémon she had that had yet to ever battle. The obnoxious and hyper active Zigzagoon was always all over the place. Her weakest Pokémon, and least trained, he wasn’t ready for battling in the slight, but if Vesta thought her Pokémon were so weak, would this help the woman think otherwise? Ricki studied Vesta for a moment, before reaching into her duffle bag and pulled out an old worn and torn journal. Flipping through the pages, Ricki came to the only picture she had of the Pokémon, since he never stayed still long enough for her to get really proper photos. Turning the journal to Vesta, Ricki pointed to the slightly blurry image.
“This is Pester” she began, lowering the journal and meeting Vesta’s golden eyes with her own. “Pester hasn’t been in a single battle since I caught him almost a year ago. He’s the weakest Pokémon I have” she informed, and could feel the regret setting in. The Zigzagoon was a bull in a China shop, too hyper and distracted for proper battling. He would be extremely difficult to control, not because of a lack of respect for his trainer, but because of the fact he was really not a battling kind of Pokémon. “Honestly, I’m reluctantly offering this, because your Pokémon appeared much stronger than him, but who knows, he could surprise the both of us” she explained.
She closed the journal and commented “I don’t have him on hand right now, but I can switch him out at the Pokémon Center. I have another Pokémon I have slightly trained, but he’s only battled wild Pokémon, a Whismur named Hint.” That was one Pokémon she didn’t have much issue in offering a battle with. While Hint had never battled a trained Pokémon, he had fought a few wild Pokémon himself back when it was just him, Ricki, and Rep. “Or, you could have some actual faith in your Pokémon and battle one of my base staged battlers, Cyndaquil, Bulbasaur, Bronzor, or Duskull” she went on, before something occurred to her that made Ricki snort and smirk slightly.
“Also, why do you have such a problem with battling someone more experienced? With how you train them, scold them, look down on them all the time, it won’t be much different from having one of my boys fight them. You’re predicting they’ll come out of the battle beaten, exhausted, and / or knocked out. From what I was seeing, your training provides the same results” she analyzed, before tilting her head slightly. “The damage I could do to them is the same damage you just did to that Magby.”
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jul 17, 2013 22:47:34 GMT -5
I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND
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She really is a fool… Vesta thought. Even before she got her reply, this Richelle woman reached for her Poké Balls. It was if as she immediately expected acceptance to her offer by mere eye contact. In part, that was why Vesta wanted to decline, just to irk her. Vesta did, however, feel a little bit safer with the Cyndaquil and the dog-thing gone. It meant that there wasn’t any chance of the woman telling her Pokémon to attack her… a possibility, however large or small.
The soldier girl was ready to leave just then, however, the way Richelle looked; that thoughtful, reflective look on her face clearly involved her. So many times she’s seen that look, and in almost all those times, she was about to be punished. She couldn’t help but glare at Ricki again; who was she to punish her? She was no one, just some random bitch that was butting into business that wasn’t hers. More than that, on whose authority did she have the right?
Still, she didn’t give a hint of her own thoughts beyond her angry look; a practice she long since mastered. When Miss Jace began studying her, Vesta only raised an eyebrow in response; she neither moved from her eased stance nor moved her eyes away. Curiosity, admittedly, was getting the better of her as Richelle started flipping through a very old journal, eventually showing her a blurry, barely recognizable poster of some sort of raccoon Pokémon. Her eyes darted occasionally to the photo, but primarily stayed on Richelle’s similarly-colored eyes as she introduced the Pokémon as ‘Pester’, the very name making Vesta snort in disgust. If a Pokémon behaved so horribly as to be named ‘Pester’ – and she could tell that the Pokémon earned the name just from the look on Richelle’s face – its trainer had to be an extremely poor leader.
From then on, Vesta completely and uttered tuned Richelle out. She was in no mood to get chewed out again, least of all to someone like her. Instead she focused on reconsidering her offer. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense for one of her Pokémon to battle this woman. They still needed a lot of training in order to get stronger, and it would be nice to shut this woman up and get rid of her. Hmph, even if I lose, I’m proven right. It’s a win-win.
“Very well, woman,” Vesta finally said after Ricki finally quieted down, “I’ll accept your challenge if it will mean you finally shut up and leave me alone.” With that, Vesta closed her eyes and turned away, causing her long, fiery hair to wave around her body like a cape before settling back, showing Ricki the large military knife that just so happened to be situated just above the military girl’s rear. “However, you’re going to have to wait for my soldiers to be in battle-ready condition.” She walked away, moving herself into the Poké Center doors, immediately moving to the counter and placing the orbs to be serviced.
Post by Ricki Jace on Jul 23, 2013 15:21:03 GMT -5
THROW TANTRUMS LIKE PARTIES
WE'RE NOT HAPPY UNTIL EVERYONE KNOWS WE'RE SICK
I HAVE 457 WORDS FOR VESTA DRESSLER
While it wasn’t necessarily Ricki being a poor leader, it was more so she wasn’t very demanding of her team. She didn’t expect them to be perfect, and often enjoyed the notable flaws some of her Pokémon had. They all had personalities, had individuality that set them apart from others, and she wasn’t going to get mad at them for that. As long as nothing got out of hand, she saw no issue letting them do as they please. Spooker could scare people, as she had promised to let him do that upon catching him, Breezy could take naps when she wanted, Cinder could chase others, her Bronzor could follow any sort of music he liked, she had no qualms letting them do these things.
As Vesta turned away, Ricki rolled her shoulders and inwardly took note of the other’s golden eyes. Those kinds of eyes weren’t all too common, and seeing them only reminded Ricki of her roots. Her father’s side of the family, the Ugumi clan, was very famous for their golden eyes, and mischief. Was this girl one, too? She hadn’t given her name, yet, but she certainly didn’t have much of the typical Ugumi personality. She was too strict, too cruel to her Pokémon, and just had this rigid feel to her. Ugumi members were looser than this lady, granted they had one hell of a temper, but they weren’t anal about everything. Ricki mused over these thoughts as she followed after the other trainer.
As she followed the other, that’s when her eyes rested on the large knife on the girl’s back. A chill shot down Ricki’s spine, and instantly the woman was back on edge. She’d seen people die before, watched them fall right before her eyes, and battles with weapons like knives, pipes, and the like, were common sight back in her hometown. In her old region, she’d seen far too much, and seeing the potential for her to see something like it, again was no appealing in the slight. While Ricki did miss a few things about her old home, she had no plans of ever going back any time soon. In the Pokémon Center, she felt slightly relaxed at the idea of there being witnesses and a generally safe environment, now.
Just nodding to her words, Ricki followed Vesta over to the counter and briefly glanced at the knife once more, before looking up at the other. “What’s your name, by the way?” she asked. Ricki’s eyes turned down to her belt as she worked on undoing the strap to make it easier for her to rearrange the pokeballs. “And which Pokémon did you want to battle?” she tacked on, noting that the other hadn’t made her decision.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jul 25, 2013 16:34:53 GMT -5
I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND
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Vesta was none the wiser when her turn revealed her weapon of choice as she walked away, however, while waiting near the counter of the PokéCenter, she managed to spot the look Richelle gave her knife. The redhead’s eyebrow rose, quickly lowering again. Richelle’s qualms about her weapon were no concern; if she feared it, she did, which actually worked in her favor, even despite the fact that she was relatively safe. Vesta preferred to settle this in a Pokémon battle rather than beat her down. All she wanted right now was the woman to shut up and leave her alone, and if it meant testing Howi’s battle abilities, then so be it.
With her hands still behind her back in her preferred standing postures, Vesta let out a gentle sigh through her nose, the storm that was brewing just a few moments ago in her mind now gone, evident in her voice as she spoke calmly, “My name, Miss Jace, is Vesta Dressler. As for your Pokémon, it means little to me.”
Vesta looked back briefly at the back of the nurse, watching her back for a second before looking back at Richelle, apathy glazing her eyes over. “In all honesty, Pokémon battling is something I have little experience with, in the sense of battling different Pokémon. You, however, seem experienced. Why don’t you choose what Pokémon will battle me? I’m sure someone like you will easily choose a Pokémon that will be an equal fight. Besides, I don’t know what your Pokémon are, while you know both of mine.”
Even if Richelle was the type to use a fully-evolved Pokémon against a base stage Pokémon, it wouldn’t mean anything on her own side, she thought to herself. “As for my Pokémon, I will be using Howi, the Magby you saw earlier. You may use that to help your decision.” Without even looking back, Vesta reached behind her as the nurse set the two Poké Balls back on the counter, taking them and first pocketing Oscar’s. She took a brief moment to look at Howi through his Poké Ball, then pocketed him as well, returning her gaze to Richelle as she awaited her decision.
Post by Ricki Jace on Jul 30, 2013 14:53:49 GMT -5
THROW TANTRUMS LIKE PARTIES
WE'RE NOT HAPPY UNTIL EVERYONE KNOWS WE'RE SICK
I HAVE 473 WORDS FOR VESTA DRESSLER
Vesta Dressler, huh? Well, she wasn’t an Ugumi, at least by name. Ricki’s own last name wasn’t from her Ugumi side, but she was still very much part of that family. Not bothering to continue to consider the idea of possibly being related to this person, Ricki merely shrugged and nodded at the girl’s choice. She didn’t want to choose what she battled and Ricki was admittedly a bit annoyed about this fact. She’d been looking forward to the idea of not having to choose her Pokémon and work with what she had. Granted, the idea of trying to battle with Pester was slightly unnerving. He’d probably run head first into an attack if it sparkled enough.
With that in mind, though, Ricki merely waved off the other’s rambling about why she wouldn’t choose. Ricki got the point and was already moving to choose her Pokémon. Since almost all of her Pokémon were rather experienced with trainer battles, she was going to go with the one who had yet to battle a trained Pokémon, yet. Heading over to the PC and placing her Cyndaquil’s pokeball in the slot, Ricki carefully typed away to log into her PC and begin the transfer. Switching out the Cyndaquil for her Pokémon of choice, the green haired trainer paid only slight attention to Vesta. A Magby? Perhaps it’d be wise to toss Spooker at the thing, but Spooker was way too powerful for battling this girl.
Picking up the pokeball after the transfer was complete, Ricki logged off and shut down the PC and turned back to Vesta. “I’m using my Whismur, Hint” she informed, holding up the pokeball. The sheepish Pokémon inside waved at Vesta, the adorable thing looking hardly intimidating. Ricki smiled at the Whismur as she turned the pokeball to herself and slipped it back into place on her belt. “C’mon, we can’t battle in here” she mumbled, heading out of the Pokémon Center and making her way back to the training area the two had met at.
After reaching the area, Ricki made her way over to already set up battlefields for trainers battling each other. A few of the battlefields were actually in use at the time being, but Ricki situated herself at one of the vacant fields. Given the fact her opponent was using a fire type, Ricki was considering the idea of actually using her Kabutops, but given the obvious leap in skill, she decided against it. Tossing out the pokeball, the sheepish Whismur appeared in front of Ricki. Hint looked around quickly to figure out his surroundings and briefly glanced back at Ricki who offered a kind smile and thumbs up. Seeing the gesture, the little pink Pokémon seemed to nod and turn back to Vesta, ready for his first official trainer battle.
So this was an official fighting arena designed for Pokémon battles… it was simple enough; a leveled out, very large area, cut in half for each Pokémon, and two smaller boxes for the trainers. Vesta was impressed, in a way; the simplicity of it was nice, especially with how complicated life had suddenly gotten recently.
Eh, whatever, ultimately it didn’t matter. What did, however, was the tiny little Pokémon that Richelle had released. She had called it a Whismur… wasn’t that a Normal-type? Try as she might, Vesta couldn’t recall correctly… she remembered hearing someone talk about the Pokémon recently, but she wasn’t paying any attention. If it truly was a Normal-type, she didn’t have any means to capitalize on the typing, especially with Howi.
Vesta quietly turned her head both sides, one after the other, while closing her eyes, popping her neck, then spoke, issuing a simple command, “Howi, front and center.” In a flash of light, the Live Coal Pokémon formed from energy into solid matter, the Fire-type immediately standing at attention and saluting, letting out a cry of recognition before leaning down to a more battle-ready position.
Looking at Richelle again, eyebrow perked slightly but otherwise emotionless, Vesta shifted her arms behind her back, loosening up before making the first move as her opponent desired. “Fire,” she said simply, and immediately, Howi dropped onto all fours, gathering fire in his mouth before firing a well-aimed Flame Burst at Hint.
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