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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 1:20:20 GMT -6
He wasted no time leaving the confinement of the 'big city'. It was no place for someone like him. The buildings were too tall, everything was cramped together, and the people were rude. Of course, he did not linger long enough to actually know how the city life was like. He was perfectly fine with his knowledge given by word of mouth. Some praised the city, others bashed on the larger settlement. It all just depended on who he had bothered to listen to. One thing was for sure: he was relieved to be out of Port City regardless of his thoughts on it.
Damion let out a heavy sigh, threading his fingers through his hair before allowing his arm to rest on his duffel bag, turning the bag into an arm rest. He might as well put it to use as just letting his arm dangle there was uncomfortable and unsightly. Speaking of unsightly, there was the matter of the already worn set of clothes within the bag that needed to be washed before he even dared to put them on again. He may be used to dirt and grime from working on the farm, but that did not mean he enjoyed it. He would need to find a stream or some other source of water so he could at least rinse off his other outfit. Mud caked clothing happened to be very uncomfortable, even if his main reason to get them clean was because of how he would look if someone saw him.
The man continued down the path, shaking his head slightly. He kept his eyes focused on the world around him, especially right in front of and under him. He had gone through the path once to go from New Pallet to Port City, but once was not enough to have him know where every Pokemon-made pitfall, hole, and anything else was. Ah, on the topic of Pokemon, he should probably have one of his new partners traveling beside him. The Growlithe was probably his best bet as the canine should be able to keep up without getting too distracted. The Rhyhorn, however, could help him carry luggage, and he could also ride on it. They were best fit for rough terrain. Hm... No, no, he was not about to ride on a Pokemon he just obtained. He would need a stronger bond with it first. He might get thrown off if he tried now.
Letting out a sigh, he unlatched his messenger bag. With the same arm, he lifted up the flap, diving his hand into the bag and fishing around for the Growlithe's Pokeball. Once he found it, he pulled his hand out of his bag, pressing the button in the middle, and watching with mild interest as the capsule grew in size. He paused his steps, holding the ball out in front of him. A red beam shot out of the Pokeball, and the light morphed into the shape of a small dog as soon as it reached the ground. The red light disappeared, leaving the Growlithe he had obtained mere hours ago. Damion replaced the capsule in his bag, latching it, before crouching down. He held out his hand, watching the fire type intently.
The Growlithe stuck his nose up, sniffing the air before turning grey eyes towards the human. The dog slowly stood up, shaking his pelt as he took his sweet time, before finally trotting over to his new master. He slowly sniffed the hand that was extended towards him, touching a cold and moist nose towards the exposed skin, causing Damion to tense as he suppressed a shiver. Dog noses had such a strange feeling to them. At least, they did for him. "Hn, what am I going to call you?" Damion carefully watched the canine for a few moments before letting out another sigh. "Abel. Your name shall be Abel." That sounded like a decent name to him. TAGS: mod, whoever wants to deal with him OUTFIT: straps worn grey jeans, belt, white button up shirt, boots NOTES: just gonna give you more to do, olive. :'D unless someone else joins, of course. owo WANTED: uuuuuh, i guess... a pokemon or something. yeah, let's beat up some ferals--iiiii mean make friends before doing anything else.  name: abel species: growlithe gender: male type: fire level: one experience: 0/5 ability: flash fire moves: bite, roar |
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Post by Olive on Jan 3, 2014 17:07:05 GMT -6
Underneath the two, the ground started to shake. It wasn't a very obvious shake, definitely not an earthquake of any sort. Tiny rocks behind Abel seemed to bounce and the soil was churning. Then, a tiny black, Pokemon popped up. It looked similar to a Drillbur, but... it had no eyes. Or maybe it did, but they weren't at all visible. The deformed Pokemon also had two, long feelers on each side of its pink nose. A noise that sounded like a drill shrilled from the Pokemon's mouth and it dove back under the surface.
The area was silent for a few minutes before the Drillbur shot out of the ground behind Damion. "Hyyyelb!" it called out in a breathy screech. Drillbur crouched its body closer to the ground and stuck its huge claws into the soil. A small twitch of its nose and then the Pokemon began pitching flurries of rock-filled dirt at Damion and his Pokemon.
Mutated Drillbur Appeared
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~~~~~Drillbur used Mud (Dirt) Slap!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 20:38:32 GMT -6
His muscles tensed, his rigid stance earning a low growl from the Growlithe. Yeah, yeah, don't trust the one that gets all tense around you, mutt. Just bear with it for now. He reached out, grabbing the canine by the scruff of his neck, bringing the Pokemon with him as he stood up. Damion took a few steps back, watching the trembling ground before them. Squirming from the Growlithe caused the man to instinctively bring the fire type closer to him, cradling the dog to his chest rather than having the poor creature dangle in the air. The squirming ceased, but the growling continued. At least this time it was not directed at him.
The strange Pokemon that appeared was nothing that he had ever seen before. It was a Drillbur, at least he thought it was. What was lord Arceus's plan by changing the appearance of his children? There was no need for it that he could see, but he could not tell what might have been going through the alpha Pokemon's mind at the time. He had not been there, anyway. He only heard stories of the event. The sound of a drill brought him out of his thoughts as the Drillbur disappeared. Was that it? No, that was just wishful thinking.
He spun around as the sound of breaking earth and the cry of the creature sounded from behind him. Damion narrowed his eyes, taking a few quick steps to the side as the creature tried flinging dirt at them. He was not about to get dirtier than he needed to be. He finally released the Growlithe from his arms. The dog dropped to the ground, shaking his pelt before growling once more at the strange Drillbur. "Abel, bite." With a bark in response, the fire type shot forwards, readying his jaws and baring sharp teeth. NOTES: - mud/dirt slap missed - abel used bite name: abel species: growlithe gender: male type: fire level: one experience: 0/5 ability: flash fire moves: bite, roar |
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Post by Olive on Jan 4, 2014 23:57:00 GMT -6
Drilbur cried out as the canine bit into its dark flesh. The Pokemon responded by clamping its arms above its hand, forming a drill like shape, and began to spin itself rapidly. The speed of the Drilbur's spin caused Growlithe to loosen his grip on the mole Pokemon and fly back into Damion. Another whir-like cry escaped the Pokemon's mouth as it buffed its enormous claws against each other. With its head now lowered, Damion could see that the Pokemon really did have eyes, but they were pitch black, and about a quarter too small. Evolution here was just plain weird weird.
The Pokemon released another hiss and jumped at Growlithe with its claws out, ready to attack.
Drilbur was hurt by Bite
Drilbur used Rapid Spin
Drillbur used Scratch
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 0:44:53 GMT -6
Damion had little to no time to move as the Growlithe was sent flying towards him. There was not much he could do other than brace himself and open his arms and catch the poor dog. He did not have much hope of keeping himself standing as the impact sent him into the ground, skidding backwards, and leaving a small trail in the dirt. Ugh, so much for keeping clean on the road home. He loosened his hold on the canine, allowing the Pokemon to wiggle and squirm out of his grasp. Abel let out a loud bark at the weird mole thing, shaking off the strange feeling of having been spun around and flung at his master.
The sharp claws that soon came were taken with stride. By 'with stride', he, of course, meant that the Growlithe let out a sharp yelp, rearing back. There was a split second pause before the Growlithe twisted his body, aiming another good bite at the Drillbur's arms. The closer distance should help him out, and Damion would be able to pretend that Arceus-awful sound had not come from his own Pokemon's mouth. He glared at the Drillbur, picking himself up and wiping as much dirt off of his pants that he could. They were at a horrible disadvantage here. If the wild Pokemon proved too much, then they would have to run. Ugh, he hated having to run away from his problems. NOTES: short whoops- rapid spin releases abel's hold - scratch hits - abel used bite name: abel species: growlithe gender: male type: fire level: one experience: 0/5 ability: flash fire moves: bite, roar |
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Post by Ula on Jan 5, 2014 15:16:18 GMT -6
The bite came with great pain. An earsplitting shriek pierced the air as the dog sunk his fang into its unprotected arm. The drilbur ripped itself away from the growlithe which only helped to cause the feral creature more pain than needed. As it tenderly cradled the injured limp with the great claws on the free paw, a fire burned deep inside it's tiny body.
The ground-type pokemon backed away in a hunched posture, making sure the wounds were safely hidden amongst his body. He cocked his head with tendrils twitching in the breeze. Though he had too small of eyes to display any emotion, the mole's thoughts screamed with enough fury to frighten the strongest of bulls.
My land, the drilbur thought in the most primitive of ways, my home! Driven by the fear of finding himself homeless, the drilbur brought its unscathed arm forward and down to drive the mineral-sheathed claws into the dirt. Upward momentum pushed by the strength of the basic need to survive tore minute canyons into the earth. Dirt flew at the man and his canine to delive another harsh slap of dry, rocky dirt. There would only be one victor today and it was going to be the one whose tunnels lay just below their feet.
The mole would die before another claimed what rightfully belonged to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 16:40:51 GMT -6
The shriek that came from the Drillbur was enough to drive the man's hands up to cover his ears. His eyes squinted together as if that would actually help him block out the noise. If he had thought the noise was harsh, it was even worse for the Growlithe's sensitive ears. As soon as his jaws were freed from the Pokemon's arm, the fire type shook his head. He dipped down, hindquarters sticking up in the air, rubbing his ears against the ground in a futile attempt at ridding himself from the ringing in his ears. The Growlithe lift his head up once he was certain that the ringing would not return, thankful that the Drillbur had stopped that horrible noise. The dog quickly rebounded, dropping down in an attack position with his teeth bared and a loud growl ripping through his throat.
After the first mud-slap, Damion knew how to tell when another was coming. As soon as those claws reached into the ground, he was already moving to get out of the way. Abel, however, was left to fend for himself. He had to start out in a place where his Pokemon would be weakest, huh? He needed to get a water or grass type, though that would be hard to obtain with his Pokemon. Well, Abel should be able to get a grass type somewhat easily. Then there was the hole process of taming them, and... Damion was brought out of his thoughts by another yelp.
The Growlithe's face was covered in the disgusting brown dirt. He tried wiping it off of his face with his paws, getting only little clumps off. He shook his head, which shook his entire body. It worked a little better. At least he could see. Kind of. "Don't just stand there, Abel!" The fire type charged forwards, readying another bite. Mud-slap was super effective against fire types, so one wrong move could easily defeat Abel. He might have to run soon... NOTES:- mud-slap hits - abel's accuracy -1 - abel used bite name: abel species: growlithe gender: male type: fire level: one experience: 0/5 ability: flash fire moves: bite, roar |
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Post by Ula on Jan 5, 2014 21:57:34 GMT -6
So the human was smart. The same couldn't be said for his yelping puppy. Something similar to arrogance bloomed in the stomach of the drilbur as his tiny ears caught the sound of the growlithe's cry. There was no other reason for such a squeal other than a proud pooch finding their silky fur covered in filth, or so the drilbur believed.
All hint of smugness washed away from the pokemon in a blink of an eye. Beneath him, the ground pounded subtly. There was no doubt in the feral mole's mind; something was coming. Snapping jaws met empty air as the drilbur skittered back of shaky legs. A rumbling hiss pressed against his bared teeth that were really nothing to be scared of, at least not compared to the growlithe's nasty set of fangs.
The sensitive whiskers on his nose writhed just beyond the mole's pointed muzzle. They reached to fill the gap between the two pokemon but fell short of brushing the air huffed out from the canine's nose. The feral drilbur, now lowered uncomfortably to all four feet, twisted his head this way and that to ensure the best view of the intruder his beady eyes could manage. A tense moment passed before the ground-type sharply arched his back and head. The rest of his body followed into a move of warning, a rapid spin that stir up more dust than the mud slap. He did not aim it at the domestic, however. The drilbur chose to stay in place, not too far from an escape route if needed, with his body still in a low stance. His feelers never ceased their whipping of the air between them.
It was a stand-off.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 21:22:59 GMT -6
Abel scowled as his attack missed, fangs grasping at nothing but air. Orange paws, now soiled and darkened by the dirt, skidded across the ground as the canine tried to stop himself. He dug his claws into his soil, spinning himself around in order to face the Drillbur. Cream colored lips curled back, revealing sharp white teeth. This overgrown mole was getting on his nerves, flinging around dirt. He was getting tired of it. If he had been stronger, then this feral would not be a problem for him. They really should have trained a little back in Port City, but the Growlithe had absolutely no control over his master. For now, though, he would just have to focus on the battle. Use the irritation to drive him towards victory.
Narrowed eyes scanned over the situation carefully. He did not have much time to analyze the battle, so he would have to work with the obvious. He was at a horrible disadvantage. They were going to lose if he didn't come up with some crafty plan. Though, the Drillbur's performance was something to take note of. If it was just protecting land, he could understand that much. It was stronger, so it shouldn't worry too much about them. They were not going to take its land, but he could not communicate that to a feral Pokemon. "Can't you reason with it or something, Abel?" It was worth a shot. He did not know if different Pokemon had different languages, such as a difference between feral and domestic, but the Drillbur did not seem to be giving up.
Abel let out a grunt, rolling his eyes. He was not about to converse with a feral. His master wanted it, however, so he might as well make a halfhearted attempt to please him. "<What's yer problem, mole?</i>" He growled out, keeping his muscles tensed and ready to attack if needed. "<We're not gonna take yer territory or anythin'.>" Yeah, he was as smooth as Distortion World. See why he didn't want to even bother with calming the thing down? NOTES:- post didn't want to write - kronos bulled through this - abel attempts to talk it out, even after sinking his teeth into the feral because why not? name: abel species: growlithe gender: male type: fire level: one experience: 0/5 ability: flash fire moves: bite, roar |
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Post by Ula on Jan 6, 2014 23:22:24 GMT -6
The mole's focus split briefly as the man chattered something alien to his tiny ears. His lips parted in a deep hiss but he made no move to bid any more attention to the mercenary. Weak, that's what the gangly furless brat was as he hid behind the canine. Don't be mistaken, the drilbur was very much afraid of men. He had seen what became of the hillside down the road and smelled the way they wiped out the ocean breeze beyond the edge of his homeland. Yes, they may take everything and leave nothing but used air but the real threat was the dull-minded pokemon they captured. They followed the humans blindly, usually without question as the men pitted them against their own kind. No self-respecting pokemon would ever place themselves in danger's way without instinct driving them in some form. It was why the domestics posed a greater threat than the largest of arboks.
<Outsider,> the drilbur began with a growl, <with lies.> He made a swipe at the growlithe though pulled his attack at the final moment. <Liar, weak, you are nothing. I am stronger. I am alpha. A bob of his head followed the insult with a snap of his feelers for emphasis, but his screeching voice lacked the confidence needed to back up his claim. He was stronger, of course, yet never felt weaker than he felt right now. The dog must have done more damage than thought with the brief pause allowing the adrenaline to subside just enough to feel the wounds sap his energy.
A hesitant step backwards brought him closer to his hole though the ground-type didn't flee just yet. It weighed heavily on his mind but knowing it would forever mark him as a loser kept him in the game. The drilbur smacked the ground again with his massive paw.
This was his final warning.
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Weakening
Insulted Abel
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