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Post by Alistair Sharpe on Jul 27, 2015 12:08:41 GMT -6
Alistair arrived in new Pallet from route one, and it was pretty clear that the issue had moved far beyond a few problem Spinarak hassling some citizens. People were moving all around the place, and here he was with his new pokemon ready to try to fix things. He had become accustomed to Clipclop's moves on the road, and figured he had at least a chance. He was nervous to be out on his own, and felt very much like had been thrown in the water and told to swim. Still, he had the information he needed and all he had to do was execute it and he would be fine. Clipclop was standing very near him, clearly a little nervous about the atmosphere of the town.
Alistair moved cautiously through the town. On one hand, he didn't want to get attacked by pokemon. On the other, a swarm of pokemon usually contained a mutation. If he could capture one he could really get an in depth look at the mutation. How great would that be? One of his first captured pokemon could have a mutation, and then he could study it. Perhaps he could learn about swarms too, though removing the pokemon from the swarm could make unforeseen changes to it thereby tainting any evidence. Even on a biological level, Alistair's main concern, things could be altered. However, it would be impossible to know until study began and right now these Spinarak had to be taken care of as a safety issue. May as well try to capture one while he was here.
Alistair began moving about the city. People seemed to be moving about in general panic, and he quickly decided that they would not help him find what they were trying to avoid. Perhaps his companion would be helpful, "Clipclop," he said, "Do you think you can sense where any Spinarak might be? We've got to capture one."
Clipclop had been fairly pliant and agreeable this whole time, and while he didn't resist the command his eyebrows arched over his head in clear surprise. The deerling's head then tilted at his trainer, one eyebrow raised and a concerned expression on his face that seemed to communicate that he was less than enthusiastic about this plan. Clipclop shuffled forward, head raised to heighten his senses and get the most possible information. How hard could it be to locate a bunch of trouble making pokemon?
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Post by Jenn on Jul 31, 2015 13:44:44 GMT -6
It wasn’t the sound of pokemon Clipclop heard, but the screams of people shouting things about Spinarak and an egg? The sounds would lead the pair to a small ranch at the edge of the town. The barn would be draped in a cover of webbing. If Alistair looked closely he would see a few spinarak scurrying within. In front of the barn was a crowd of people, several held torches and looked ready to attempt to burn down the barn and hopefully the pokemon within but one woman was franticly trying to hold the men back. “Please! No! There are eggs still inside! You’ll kill them!”The group stopped noticing Alistair with a deerling that seemed tame, and the woman ran towards him. “You’re a trainer, right? You can get rid of the spinaraks without burning my barn down! There are a few domestic eggs in there, if they burn the ranch they eggs will die. Please help!”Event! Alistair will encounter 5 spinarak within the barn. He will need to find and save the 3 domestic eggs within. If he fails to defeat the spinarak, the crowd will burn the barn killing the eggs and allowing for the spinarak to maybe escape the fire in the process.  lvl 1  lvl 1  lvl 3  lvl 1  lvl 4 Moves by level 1 - Confusion 1 - String Shot 1 - Scary Face 2 – Unnamed Mutation Move (see this thread for description) 3 - Leech Life 3 - Night Shade 4 - Shadow Sneak As Alistair and Clipclop enter the barn, they will see that the inside is decorated similar to the outside. Most things are draped heavily in spider web, with one large web built between the support beams of the barn. The eggs are not easily visible, so they may be hidden under the webbing or taken by the feral pokemon (the state in which Alistair finds them is up to you.) If Alistair chooses to use his Dex chip, if he has one, he will notice that the size and markings of these spinarak are different than suggested on his X Gear. Good luck Trainer! Don't hesitate to PM me if you have any questions. |
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Post by Alistair Sharpe on Aug 1, 2015 20:17:14 GMT -6
Clipclop’s head turned first, hearing the sounds of humans in distress. That sounded much better than hunting down aggressive, swarming pokemon and he was sure that his new master/partner would want to help people. That is what humans did, right? They helped each other. His pace quickened and Alistair hurried along behind him as the pokemon moved further from the inside of the city and towards a more rural area. The houses were farther apart here, giving it a feeling of openness that Alistair really enjoyed. Apparently he was not the only one. The swarming spinarak seemed to agree. As he arrived at the barn, the cause for the contention was clear the crowd wanted to burn the barn, which was visibly infected with Spinarak. The webbing completely covered the barn, giving the surely otherwise pleasant structure a look of gloom and danger. The crowd wanted to burn it down, but luckily Alistair was there to calm the situation. The Spinarak had set up a nest. Such an opportunity could not be wasted.
He was very surprised when the woman practically flung herself at him, begging him to save the eggs that were within the barn. He definitely felt the pressure. This woman had essentially trusted him just because he was a trainer. He hadn’t even said hello. Still, it was hard to let down someone so earnest and domestic pokemon were still an important resource. Alistair personally felt that it would be better to focus on catching and taming feral pokemon. His words often went unheard, but hopefully once he made his mark in the world people would listen to him more. First, he would have to be able to handle some feral spinarak though. He could do that, “Don’t worry,” he said with the confidence of someone who does not comprehend the magnitude of what he just stepped in, “I’ll take care of it. Give me some room and I can get the eggs out,” he looked over at Clipclop with a smile. Clipclop returned a gaze that clearly questioned his trainer’s sanity.
“Come on, Clipclop,” said Alistair, “Let’s take a look at the barn so we can get a lay of the land,” they walked around the barn slowly. There was a traditional barn door in the front and a smaller one in the back. There were also several spots around it where a spinarak might crawl under or break through. The back of the barn seemed the most well put together. There was a door, but as far as he knew the bugs couldn’t open doors so that was not truly an opening for them. Clipclop followed tentatively. Alistair put his hands on his hips, smiling, “Looks like a good spot,” he said, kneeling in front of Clipclop, “I think our best bet is if you put them to sleep with grass whistle, I sneak in and grab the eggs, and then we can wake them up whenever we want to try and capture them,” he said, trying to sound cool and calculating but actually sounding much more eager and energetic. Clipclop nodded. That sounded like a fantastic plan to him.
Alistair’s partner moved its tongue around in its mouth a little before smiling to show a long, thick blade of grass between its teeth which had been produced from his own partially plant body. He began to blow on it and a low hum emanated from his mouth. It had a soothing quality to it that was much more than just nice music. There was something special about this song and this blade of grass that made eyelids seem very heavy. Alistair cracked the door and Clipclop began to play in earnest, the soothing melody drifting out of him into the barn. At first, the spinarak scurried, feet easily climbing walls and ceilings. As Clipclop played on, the rushing lessened and stopped. Alistair peered through the door as he saw two spinarak on the ground fighting to keep awake. They lost that fight, collapsing to the earth in an oddly peaceful manner. The two on the wall and ceiling were less peaceful. One was moving sideways toward the door. That was a short fall, and it toppled into some hay. That one probably had the best spot in the house.
Alistair nodded. He was a tactical genius. KA-THUMP! Alistair jumped back, startled. The Spinarak had fallen from the ceiling, clearly drowsy. The fall had knocked some wakefulness into it, and it staggered to right itself. It was beginning to crawl toward the intruders, but the harmonicaesque melody continued and its legs began to fail it, crumpling to a sleepy position. Alistair’s heart was pounding in his throat, but luckily Clipclop had more presence of mind than he did and hadn’t stopped playing. Alistair nodded to the pokemon, who nodded back.
He thought about these spinarak. He really hadn’t had much opportunity to observer them. He held up his X-gear, and the dex chip began analyzing the unconscious pokemon. Their coloring was off, which he had noticed. Of course, they were also extremely large. The dex confirmed that their size was outside the parameters of the typical spinarak. This likely made them stronger, but Alistair wondered if it made them less mobile or affected them in regards to climbing. Perhaps there were mutations that were actually…
No one is ever prepared to have a bug fall on them, much less so when that bug is half the size of a person and clearly intent on murder and mayhem. Alistair collapsed on his back, screaming. He tried to push the attacker off, but lacked the upper body strength to do more than keep its clamping mandibles from giving him an unsolicited face rearranging. The legs were digging into his chest and he tried to pull his head back only to find the unyielding ground behind him. The spinarak was hissing wildly, saliva dripping into Alistair’s face. His glasses kept it from getting in his eye. Why hadn’t he worn his goggles? Stupid. Suddenly, the weight was lifted off of him as the spinarak went rolling to the side. Standing next to him was Clipclop, who had abandoned his song in favor of tackling the attacker. His usual high pitched mewing was slightly deeper and more menacing. The message was clear. Back off.
The spinarak seemed rather unfazed by the attack other than being physically moved. Alistair could see that it was bigger than the others, and had a couple of marks on his exoskeleton. He had been in fights before, and it would take more than a tackle to bring him down. He had rolled neatly onto his feet, but the aggressive stance of the enemy pokemon made him wary. He attacked cautiously. Alistair saw a shimmering effect on the creature. Clipclop was not fooled, stepping easily to the side to avoid the attack from a previously invisible spinarak. Alistair was impressed with its prowess, but realized that those kinds of spirit illusions wouldn't be able to fool Clipclop. Spinarak hissed as he was carried with the momentum of his attempted attack, easily turning on eight legs to face Alistair's partner. If he had another attack ready, it was not fast enough. The deerling slammed bodily into spinarak again, but the larger pokemon was ready this time. It shot its web in Clipclop’s path, and Clipclop ran right into it, getting thoroughly tied up and stopping completely. This enemy seemed much stronger and more experienced than it. The spinarak focused its gaze, sensing weakness, and Clipclop was suddenly hurled end over end through the air, as though yanked by an invisible cord. Alistair watched in fascination and horror. He had read that mutations could affect typing, but had never witnessed it. This was clearly a psychic attack, though he wasn't sure which one. He winced as Clipclop landed roughly, sprawling to the earth. The attack had been potent, and the spinarak was apparently done messing around. It scurried past Alistair to the downed pokemon, fangs glistening. Clipclop still had some fight in him, and was trying to stand. The spinarak stood on its hind legs, shooting webbing from its abdomen that had an eerie purple hue to it. Clipclop struggled but had been weakened too much by the attack to effectively resist. Spinarak turned to face the trainer now, hissing its malicious intent threateningly.
WHANG! The shovel slammed into the spinarak, sending it flying. Alistair wished he had purchased a weapon before leaving Port City, but this shovel would have to do. It was a long, flat-head shovel perfect for moving piles of pokemon droppings into a bucket which was precisely what it was primarily used for. Ordinarily, Alistair would not deign to touch such a disgusting tool, but he hadn't thought twice given the current situation. The spinarak rolled to a stop, pushing off a support beam to right itself. It stared at the trainer, who was standing a few feet away from it holding the shovel like a baseball bat. It shook its head to clear it. Clipclop, who had managed to free himself from the web, charged the shaken spinarak, slamming it even more off balance. The spinarak glared, ready to send Clipclop flying again, but had to scuttled away to keep from being flattened by the shovel. The other Spinarak had begun to rouse from their slumber, and Alistair needed to end this now before this monster had friends. Clipclop charged again at the big bug pokemon. It had gained some of its balance back, but the flurry of attacks kept it on the defensive. Clipclop crashed into it with a cry, smashing into the spinarak at full speed. The spinarak rolled across the ground, landing on its back with a little twitch, but didn’t move further. The others were slowly getting up, but thankfully none of them looked as big as this one. Alistair didn’t want to deal with him again, that was for sure. Plus, even in mortal peril he couldn’t resist the urge to try and capture such a specimen.
“I’ll examine you later,” he said, chucking the ball at the immobilized spinarak.
The other spinarak had become fully awake now, and were hissing, surrounding the pair. Alistair reached into his bag and quickly sprayed a potion onto his partner, who was barely hanging onto consciousness. The potion made the grass on his back greener, and Clipclop rolled his head in a circle. The soreness was gone from Clipclop’s bones. He shook his body, facing the remaining threat with determination. Alistair kept the shovel in one hand, reaching into his pack to retrieve his goggles with the other.
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WC – 1758/5000
Battle summary – Clipclop used grass whistle continuously to put spinarak asleep. Lvl 4 spin has ability – insomnia.
Spinarak landed on Alistair.
Alistair used screamandflail
Clipclop is affected by Chlorophyll. His speed is doubled.
Clipclop used tackle and growl.
Spinarak used shadow sneak. It doesn’t affect Clipclop (normal type)
Clipclop used tackle, but was stopped by string shot.
Spinarak used confusion, and then string shot.
Alistair used SMACKITWITHASHOVEL!
Spinarak tried to use confusion, but was interrupted by Alistair’s SMACKITWITHASHOVEL! Which missed.
Clipclop used tackle.
Spinarak fainted.
Alistair used pokeball.
Alistair used potion.
The other spinarak woke up and are pissed.
No eggs recovered.
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Post by Alistair Sharpe on Aug 18, 2015 0:01:01 GMT -6
Alistair was about to learn the anticipation/dread of watching a poke`ball wobble on the floor. Would it be up to the task, able to hold the charge? Would it instead burst forward in bright defeat, revealing an unperturbed spinarak wobbling angrily to its feet? The round light at the front of the ball turned from red to white and Alistair breathed a sigh of relief. Granted, the spinarak was passed out but this didn't change the brief pulse of glee that hit Alistair. He had caught his own pokemon all by himself. At first, he had been apprehensive about this situation, seeing that he was outnumbered. Then he came up with a plan and he felt pretty good about it. Then that plan fell apart and Alistair would have run screaming from the barn if it had been possible. Still, with the help of some quick thinking, a very determined deerling, and a shovel things had worked out okay. Granted they were surrounded by four angry spinarak, but right now it felt like anything was possible.
Alistair quickly snapped his goggles to his face, adjusting them slightly. They were a little tight, but they would protect his eyes and glasses which was the important part. He would have to make sure he remembered them in the future. Glancing quickly around the barn, Alistair tried to get a picture of the current field of battle. The webs were everywhere, but the spinarak traversed them easily. It allowed them to be more mobile, and gave himself and Clipclop something to trip on. The large web above the support beam was particularly troubling. Still, the webbing was far from indestructible. Alistair had managed to wrest his shovel from the webbing without much difficulty. Strands still stuck to it, which gave it a tacky texture allowing him to grip it more securely. There were several pokemon pens and other shapes beneath the web, one of which was hopefully a trio of eggs. Alistair had not forgotten his original prize. It would have to be secured after the battle. There was no way he was going to find anything in these situations.
Clipclop pawed the sand beneath his feet. He had been scared of the massive spinarak they had just faced, but he was also proud of himself. He had protected his owner, and his owner had reciprocated. He had been a bit nervous about the dark haired boy who had chosen him. He prattled constantly about experimentation and practical results but didn't seem to have any desire to understand any of Clipclop's fellow pokemon. He came through when it had counted though. He was much less concerned now, though still extremely scared. These were not as large as the first, but there were four of them. He felt like he could take them though. He had learned how they fight, and just getting over his own reservations had made him a more dangerous opponent in a short time. His hoof kicked some sand up.
Alistair noticed the small dust around Clipclop's hooves. There was an attack like that, wasn't there? Hopeful he knew it. The spinarak closed in on them, pincers snapping with the desire to drain their vital fluids into them. As a partial plant, Clipclop would be especially susceptible to this. There were ways around that, though, "Use Camouflage," Alistair whispered. Clipclop nodded, and the grass receded from his back and head. He was now a fairly standard pokemon but he would still have access to his nature powers if needed. This fight was going to be mostly physical, it seemed. Alistair knew he couldn’t wait until the enemies were ready to attack them. He saw them focusing on them, and commanded Clipclop quickly, “Sand Attack!” he shouted. Clipclop‘s feet kicked the sand up, and it landed in the eyes of two of the spinarak that were advancing. This slowed them a little, and he could see their eerie eyes blink as they tried to get the irritating substance out. The third one stopped in unison with them, even though it was unaffected. This must be that swarm mentality. They were a unit. Alistair rushed forward as they continued forward after the brief delay, shovel held high.
The purple webbing hit him right in the chest, stopping him. Alistair tried to brush it off for a moment before his hand fell limply to his side. What was he doing again? There was somewhere he needed to go. Alistair entirely lost his sense of purpose, shovel falling uselessly at his side. Where did he need to go again? It was important. There was someone he needed to see. Who was it? She was in the forest, he knew that. Where was the forest? He wasn’t in a forest now. Mother, he had to go see the mother in the forest. That was where happiness was. What kind of happiness? Didn’t matter, he had to go see the mother in the forest and then all would be well. Alistair turned vaguely in the direction of what he thought would be the forest and started walking. He got about three feet before hitting a wall. Now what? Now he would never reach her and everything would be horrible. He just needed to keep trying. He would get there…
Clipclop was in full panic state. He hadn’t anticipated an easy fight, but this was really bad. His partner had just wandered off, and the spinarak moved around him like he was nothing. Their spidery hisses made some sense to him, though not much. They were speaking differently than he was used to, “SSssssaaavarvega food thefosiy mother yavaxaga human,” he said, or at least that is what Clipclop thought he said. This made the others laugh, so that probably wasn’t good. The one had hung back, waiting for their reaction and then responding to it. Now Clipclop was really in trouble. He tried to move towards his partner but powerful psychic force flung him to the floor. He looked up and the larger spinarak was chortling again, in its creepy hacking laugh. He was holding his body upside down on a support beam and Clipclop glared at him. That had hurt.
“Okay, try this on,” he said, sprinting towards the larger one. The other three tried to close in, but he was faster than them normally and his legs were still powered by the sun. With a jump, he cleared the last of the flunkeys, who turned to chase. The larger spinarak started speaking again, “Thevagas dechatlas pet riborag jump…”
“Shut up!” shouted the deerling as he reached the post where the spinarak was holding onto. He saw the spinarak’s eyes glow and jumped to the side. Did that work on psychic attacks? It apparently did. The spinarak adjusted his gaze, but Clipclop only felt a slight tug. He couldn’t reach the spinarak but he didn’t have to. His strong back hooves struck out to strike to post the spinarak was clinging to. The result was immediate. The beam shook violently, and his enemies grip was not up to the challenge. He fell, for a second time that day. Clipclop smirked slightly at the thought that he was probably getting tired of that. He was the one that had been crawling on the ceiling when Clipclop had first put them all asleep, and had lost his grip there as well. If he could just get a moment of peace he could use that again and then this would be a done deal.
That didn’t look likely. The three smaller spinarak moved deftly around their fallen ally as he attempted to right himself. Clipclop sprinted for Alistair, the human now wandering aimlessly around the barn, hands dead at his sides and his eyes staring blankly ahead. Deerling called to him, but there was no response. He didn’t have any other moves, and he had to get this fixed now. Deerling charged at his partner, taking him out at the knees. Hopefully he wasn’t mad.
Alistair finally decided that there had to be a hole in the wall somewhere, but everywhere he went there were just more walls. Was he surrounded by walls with no holes in them? How was this possible? Who would do such a thing? Now he would never reach the mother and become happy. What was the point of life then? None, no point. Best to keep looking for a hole in the wall there had to be one. Suddenly Alistair’s world toppled. What now? He only wanted to reach the…
THWACK! The ground met the back of Alistair’s head without mercy, jostling his eyes in his sockets. Reality snapped back into place. He was in a barn. There were spinaraks. His deerling was running around dodging attacks and kicking sand to the best of his ability. His head hurt. Yeah, his head hurt so very much. Alistair shook it. That made it worse. He tried to stand quickly, knowing he was needed. When he got to his feet, the world spun around him. He stumbled to the side, catching himself on a post. He had to recover faster.
He knew that feral pokemon were ruthless. There would be no feinting, no retreating back to civilization a little worse for wear. These creatures would kill them both without hesitation. Alistair thought about what he had been trying to do when under the effect of… whatever that was. He was trying to go somewhere. It was somewhere specific, even if he couldn’t really rectify it in his mind. What kind of place would these psychic bugs try to send him to? It did not take half of Alistair's considerable deductive powers to figure out. Wherever he was going, he was going to be food. These creatures had clearly developed their psychic powers to mentally force their prey to come to them. Well, he had discovered a mutation as well as an evolutionary purpose for it. Mi-aro was a brutal place, and these pokemon were not even likely at the top of the food chain. Perhaps they were more dangerous than most, but Alistair couldn't help but think of the massive pokemon who roamed the old world. They surely had their versions here, and how powerful were those versions? What would they find if they explored further?
Most people would find the prospect daunting, but to Alistair the concept of discovering such monsters and unlocking their secrets was the best idea he could have. Granted, right now he would be happy to get out of this barn alive but Mi-aro had shown him just a hint of what it was capable of. If he could get out of this alive, he would want to learn more. First he would have to start helping his partner fight these hissing spinarak.
Well, they had been hissing. Alistair opened his eyes that had been closed in pain. All four spinarak were turned to face him, eyes peering at him silently. Even Clipclop had only recently realized that he was no longer being chased. The spinarak focused on him. Alistair looked at them nervously as their eyes began to glow. Before they could finish a soothing melody began to fill the barn. They turned immediately, each focusing their eyes on Clipclop, who darted around behind a web covered wall that had once been a pokemon pin. Alistair's brain processed the event as he ran forward, head pounding with each step, and leaned over to grab the shovel. Something had drawn their attention there, and it wasn't just Alistair. He stood, brandishing the shovel, and the larger spinarak faced him. The other three were keeping Clipclop occupied. Alistair's enemy looked a little banged up. His eyes began to glow, and Alistair tried to rush him but was immediately thrown back by the psychic attack. He stared at the roof of the barn for a moment until he felt a piercing jab in his side. Looking down he saw the mandibles dig into his side, draining vital fluid from him.
"Gaaaahhhh!" he shouted, swatting at the large bug with his hand. He hit it in the face and it detached, scurrying away. Alistair sat up, and saw the spinarak raising itself to its hind legs, pointing his abdomen right at Alistair. There was a faint purple hue to the attack coming. Alistair rolled frantically and saw the purple substance land on the ground next to him. The spinarak was shuffling with his hind legs, angling to attack again. Alistair looked around, seeing nothing but webbing everywhere. Thick webbing, almost cloth like.
In a flash of inspiration, Alistair tore at a patch of the webbing, ripping off a huge chunk. He could hear the pained shriek of one of the other spinarak, and took that as a sign that Clipclop was doing well. Hopefully, he would be able to help him in a moment. The purple goo shot toward him again, and he held the flimsy shield in front of him. It would not stop a true attack, but the purple web simply added to it, giving the whole patch a purple hue. Alistair flung the webbing over the spinarak, who was not mobile enough to maneuver while propped up on both legs. A little bit of the substance had gotten on his fingertips, making them slightly tingle but nothing else. The throw was close, but the makeshift net still only covered half of him, hardly trapping the enemy. Still, the effect was clear. The spinarak hissed, shaking and scurrying to get the web off. It came off after a couple of seconds, but the large spinarak was still scrambling about. It didn't seem to be completely crippled as Alistair had, but it clearly was affected. Alistair turned to see how Clipclop was doing.
Clipclop faced the three enemies, pawing at the ground. Two of them were still blinking sand out of their faces, and Clipclop knew that trying to weaken them might be the key of this fight. He wanted to help his partner, but would be no good if he was incapacitated. The spinarak prepared their joint psychic assault as he knew they would, and a cloud of dust sprayed at them. It hit one square in the face, and dusted another to his left pretty well. Both of them had already been hit before, and their vision was getting blurry. The new attack made them both lose focus, but the third hit him full force. After having taken the battering ram from the big spinarak before, this was more like a hard shove. Clipclop brayed and charged the one who was still unaffected, slamming his body into him with a tackling motion. The smaller spinarak rolled away, and Clipclop pressed his advantage.
He charged again, but the focus of his fury had gotten to his feet. The other two shot their web at him, and one managed to tie up his legs pretty well. He was still much fleeter of foot than these bugs, but this could not continue. The other spinarak jumped at him, landing on Clipclop expertly. The sharp claws at the end of his legs dug mercilessly into the deerling's hide as the mandibles did the same. The deerling felt the tug on the wound and blood was pulled from him, and he went to the ground. If the enemy thought he had incapacitated the domesticated pokemon, that hope was short lived. Clipclop rolled on the ground, trying to crush the bug beneath his weight. This move was clearly not expected, and the enemy shrieked in protest. Clipclop kept rolling until he felt the shock of a combined telepathic burst knock him off. The other two were blinking in his direction. Clipclop stood and surveyed the scene. The spinarak that had been on his back was in bad shape, with one of its legs snapped and unsupported muscle visible under the cracked exoskeleton. It lay twitching on the ground and Clipclop glared at it. The other two had slightly irritated eyes and were moving hesitantly in the direction of the deerling. He spun quickly, back hooves kicking up more dust to make their condition worse. They tried to shoot their webbing at him, but didn't even make it close.
Clipclop heard the cacophony of the one spinarak he wasn't dealing with, and turned his head. The bug was running around wildly, and he wondered what his owner had done. Alistair wasn't particularly brawny, but he seemed pretty sharp. Perhaps he had figured something out. At the same moment Alistair turned to him and Clipclop looked around at the situation. He was hurting bad, but an idea of how to recover from his injuries had occurred to him. The lead spinarak seemed to be regaining his thoughts and Clipclop sprouted several seeds from his back, where grass would ordinarily grow. They launched themselves toward the enemy, a few landing on his exoskeleton. They buried in, small plants sprouting where they struck. The large spinarak hissed, but Alistair had picked up his shovel again and was moving in range. The spinarak moved around, trying to make sure he was out of range of the attack before launching one of his own. Suddenly, the plants on his back pulsed, glowing slightly. They shot seeds unerringly to the source of their life, and these seeds landed on Clipclop. They were absorbed into his skin, and the marks on his back from the now destroyed spinarak got slightly smaller. The larger spinarak hissed turning to the source of his pain, but Alistair brought the shovel down and the enemy was forced to scurry to the side. He turned to the human, hissing seeming to say, "Fine, have it your way!"[/i]
The jolt of Psychic energy slammed into Alistair and he had no better luck keeping his feet this time. However, he did not just lie on the ground contemplating his fate. He rolled as soon as he could and the purple webbing landed right in his previous location. He bumped into a support beam and turned to see the spinarak blocking his exit. The creature reared on his hind legs again, almost triumphant. Alistair looked frantically for something to cover himself with, but the webbing was out of his reach. Suddenly a soothing whistle echoed through the barn. The spinarak turned to it, but on his hind legs was too slow. It dropped down, eyes glowing to stop the move before it began. However the lids were already starting to droop. A weak push went over Clipclop’s fur, but that was about it.
Clipclop had used his remaining time to essentially render the remaining two spinarak sightless with sand attacks, and they too tried to stop him as the inevitability of sleep overtook him. The psychic assaults were not even aimed at the same place, and neither of the places was where he was standing. Finally all three remaining spinarak were asleep. Clipclop looked at the fourth, still twitching. The deerling had been born here, in the professor's laboratory. He had never encountered such violence in his whole life, and was now suddenly thrust into this battle where his enemies wanted him dead. This was a far cry from playing battle with other pokemon his own age or trying to deal with a bullying geodude. That was the closest he had gotten to experiencing combat in his life, and now here he was. That spinarak would die. It was possible for modern medicine to save it, but why expend resources on a creature that would kill you the moment it awoke? Honestly, Clipclop wasn't sure if he would have wanted it to live, even if that were an option. For now, the question was moot. There was only one humane thing to do, really. Alistair Began to walk over to the broken body, but Clipclop locked eyes with his partner and shook his head. The intent was communicated wordlessly, and Alistair stood back as the small deerling moved over to the bug.
Clipclop couldn't see its eyes, since it was lying on its back and he wondered if there would be a look of gratitude or simply seething rage. It didn't matter, not really. Clipclop raised his hoof, bringing it down with finality on the spinarak's head. It cracked and split and the twitching stopped. Alistair was a cold young man, but it was hard for him to watch the exuberant pokemon he had chosen perform such an act. He knew that this was necessary, that the world they lived in required such actions, but he still could see Clipclop's pleading eyes look up at him when he had chosen him not so long ago. He wondered if it was fair to take domesticated pokemon out into this world. They didn't have a choice, so here they were.
Clipclop was still for a moment, before turning his head up to smile at his partner. The smile was not at the act that had been performed, as though it brought him joy. It was merely a reassurance that it was okay. Deep inside, he felt no remorse at this. He was, after all, a part of nature. This creature had tried to kill him, tried to kill his partner. This was simply the natural reaction to that. Clipclop turned and trotted back to his human partner, whistling the soothing tune once more. The other spinarak didn't stir, but it was better safe than sorry. The draining of the lead was slowly healing Clipclop's wounds, and he took a moment away from his whistling to seed the reaming two. He would be feeling much better in no time.
Alistair for his part went to where he had stumbled before, when all the spinarak had reacted at once. He tore away at webbing and finally saw what he sought. Three eggs, almost shiny in the current dark situation. As he pulled them out, his eyes fell on two other completely still shapes beneath the webbing. They were pokemon of some kind, but the webbing made it impossible to tell what kind. They were clearly dead, and Alistair wondered if perhaps they had been the parents of one or all of these eggs. He felt less bad about the fate that had befallen the spinarak. Alistair tucked the eggs snugly into his messenger bag, and it bulged as he tried to fit them all. Alistair stood and turned, prize securely held.
Clipclop was looking much better, and the spinarak were starting to look very drained. The two weaker spinarak were no longer moving at all, and the plants on them had died as well, their purpose fulfilled. Alistair thought little of this, even though he had obsessed over the fate of the broken one. He knew that Clipclop was merely taking from his predators what they tried to take from him, and that there was nothing unnatural about this. The other, larger spinarak was looking much weaker but still twitched in its sleep. Alistair threw a poke’ball at the last enemy, curious to see how he would respond to the others he caught. These were clearly the leaders of this particular group, and the strongest. Clipclop looked at him quizzically, and Alistair felt obligated to explain, "It would be good to observer them together," he said, "After this dies down. See how they react to one another," Clipclop wasn't so sure this was a great idea, but he nodded. They could always be returned to their poke’balls, right?
Alistair opened the barn door from within, pushing against the webbing. It creaked open and the crowd outside looked on hesitantly. The woman who had approached him before rushed to him, Eyeing his bag, "Are those the eggs?!" she asked, "Did you get them all?"
"Yes, I did," he said, "Though, the parents are dead, I am afraid."
The woman stopped short, a tear welling up in her eye, "Yes, I had thought as much," she said, though her preparation for the news did not seem to help her deal with it. A few tears streaked down her face before she regained her composure, "That was why I just... well, I'm so glad that you were able to rescue the eggs. Was it too difficult?"
Difficult? He had nearly died, he was sure. His eyebrows rose at the question but Clipclop snorted dismissively next to him, stomping his hoof with bluster. Alistair smirked slightly at the movement, "Not too bad," he said.
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Battle summary (hoo boy. Really should have done this as I went)
Clipclop and Alistair have the advantage, and are waiting to see what the spinarak do.
Clipclop used camouflage. Clipclop's type changed to normal.
Clipclop used sand attack, hitting two lvl 1 spinarak
Alistair tries to use smackitwithashovel, but is hit by a feral move
Alistair is compelled to present himself on a silver platter with an apple in his mouth
Clipclop is extremely worried at this point, and tries to move toward Alistair
The three level 1 spinarak use confusion simultaneously, knocking Clipclop back.
Clipclop runs past the three, dodging a confusion attack from the level 3 spinarak
Clipclop uses double kick on a beam of wood, which shakes off the Spinarak that was holding onto it onto the ground.
Clipclop runs over to where Alistair is wandering, and uses tackle on his knees, barely pausing as he continues to run from certain danger.
The back of Alistair's head meets the ground painfully.
Alistair slowly returns to the land of the conscious while Clipclop runs around in circles to keep the spinarak from getting a clean hit.
Alistair tries to stand up, fails, stumbles and catches himself.
All the spinarak turn to focus on him. Alistair is spared from a psychic assault by Clipclop, who starts using grass flute.
The spinarak are having none of that shit, and turn to attack Clipclop who dives behind cover.
Alistair picks up shovel again, and faces lvl 3 Spinarak while Clipclop is forced to fight the others.
Alistair tries to use smackitwithashovel, but is intercepted by spinarak's confusion.
Alistair is in pain.
Spinarak uses leech life.
Alistair uses screamandflail
The spinarak scurries away, and prepares to use feral move.
Alistair is having none of that shit, and grabs a decently sized patch of normal webbing. The webbing absorbs the attack.
Alistair throws the now tainted webbing back at the spinarak, who suffers some psychic backlash from the remainder of the move. It is only temporary, as the swarm is resistant to its own attack.
In the mean time, Clipclop is fighting the other three
Three try to launch a joint confusion, but Clipclop interrupts 2/3 of the attack with sand attack.
Clipclop charges the only remaining spinarak that still has 20/20 vision.
The spinarak is hit by the move, and is knocked further.
Clipclop tries to use tackle on the same enemy. He is hit by one string shot in the process.
The good vision spinarak jumps on Clipclop, uses leech life.
Clipclop uses stopdropandroll, the best way to handle an unexpected spinarak attack.
The remaining two spinarak use joint confusion, knocking clipclop away.
20/20 spinarak is FUBAR.
Clipclop uses sand attack again, because why argue with results?
Clipclop uses leech seed on the lvl 3 spinarak attacking Alistair
lvl 3 spinarak tries to use confusion on Clipclop but is interrupted by Alistair.
lvl 3 spinarak uses confusion on Alistair, knocking him down again.
Alistair rolls quickly to avoid feral attack, but has run out of running room.
Alistair is almost screwed.
Clipclop uses grass whistle and the spinarak start to fall asleep.
Clipclop uses bittersweet finishing move on FUBAR spinarak.
Alistair retrieves the eggs and Clipclop uses leech life on the other two, draining them of all life because do not mess with plant pokemon. They are hardcore.
Alistair captures the lvl 3 spinarak.
Alistair returns the eggs to the breeder and shares bad news. No one is concerned that he is bleeding from his abdomen yet.
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