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Valentine's Journey
Topic Started: Feb 4 2009, 10:46 PM (849 Views)
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Well, luckily, the bridge your Aron had been chewing on was scheduled to be demolished and rebuilt anyway, so nobody seemed to be upset about the gaps in the foundation. So therefore, you were free to start your epic Pokemon Journey without any problems of a criminal record hovering over your shoulder.

Millenia was full of tourists today. But that was for a good reason. It was a perfect day for spending at the beach, either sunbathing in the glorious sunlight streaming from the clear blue sky, or hunting for wild Pokemon on the rockier areas. But since there were an awful lot of bikini-clad girls sunbathing, playing volleyball, splashing in the surf... maybe you plan to drop by there, at least for a few minutes.

In fact, the town is full of people in summery clothing, all enjoying the heat, helping themselves liberally from ice-cream vendors, shopping, looking at gardens... just enjoying the day. One of the aforementioned vendors had a Snorunt casting Powder Snow on his stock to keep it frozen, and to entertain his customers.


There was a group of kids running up and down the street, some Pokemon racing with them. They looked like they might be holding some sort of racing contest... or just burning off some steam until they found someone who might want to battle. They'd probably be quite eager for a friendly battle, if you were so inclined.

There were plenty of plesant sorts of parks and open areas in Millenia, and the wild Pokemon appreciated it. If you didn't want to try the beach, maybe you could try your luck at finding a wild Pokemon right in the city.
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Valentine stood on the road, knees close enough to touch the guard rail separating him from that big, beautiful beach...that just looked so plain to him. He had seen it nearly every day on the way to school or a part time job or just walking past, so even with all the girls--in any other setting beyond 'half naked', here looking almost conservative and modest--and other enticements, he first thing that caught his eye where the rocks catching smashing water.

Surely, pokemon there. Still, then his eyes caught the kids running along side with pokemon. Kids half his age. He made a sound like 'tsk' with his mouth and pressed the second earbud headphone into his ear--one had already been pumping music lightly into his skull.

Not the beach, he decided, stepping away and stuffing both hands in his jacket, walking deeper into the city. Maybe he had an advantage over some of the other trainer's he might encounter: He knew Millenia Town like the back of his hand, and suddenly so many places came to his head that he had never really thought of before: Being a trainer was easily already changing his outlook on even the simple things, like city streets. On his belt, in miniature form, his pokeballs, only two of them filled. One was the Aron he had befriended near this very beach, the other was a rather surprise gift from his mother. If he had known she'd spring for a pokemon, he wouldn't have bothered catching Aron...ah, well. Starting with two seemed fine, right? And they both looked cool, even if the badass rock thing was a girl and the cute pink thing was a boy.

Hey, he's new at this.

He trailed his fingers along the side of the building who's alley he was crawling through. The smell wasn't fine, but his body was almost trembling with anticipation and...fright? That's right. Pokemon are, generally, combat-oriented monsters. It was a frightening idea. He had a few Poke Balls on his person, and his license let him carry around a team of six, so he could try filling that out first...or maybe just some wild pokemon for quick experience to help him get used to battle. But a trainer battle? That seemed like too much for him now.

So he stalked the heart of the city, looking for the pokemon his hometown hid from him.
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While you searched for a pokemon you took in the sights of the Millenia Town. Its happy, friendly people, the oddly excited trainers eager to start their journeys, even the veteran trainers seemed to be excited about something or other. None the less, you wern't lookin' for a trainer battle, no sir, you were lookin' for a wild pokemon, right?

RIGHT?!

Okay, just wanted to make sure you were still with me. Anyway, as you searched through allyways you didn't really see many pokemon that caught your eye, you had happened to spot a Grimer that looked appealing but then you saw its trainer return it to a pokeball and quit looking at it.

"mew..." You heard a cute little meow come from inside of a dumpster as you saw a long take shaking around out of the opening at the top. "Meow....." The meow became louder as you soon saw a white and brown head pop out of the trash can with a peice of what looked to be fish in its mouth.

Chowing down on the fish you took notice of the feline pokemon and it did the same to you. It looked hungry, maybe you had some food for it? Or maybe you'd take advantage of that and attack....

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A feline, huh? Like a cat? A kitty-cat?

Valentine took a step back, and almost swallowed his tongue at the movement. Wild pokemon. Dangerous, dangerous wild pokemon. His Aron, for instance, weighed about as much as he did at a fifth of the height, and could probably bite through his leg in a single crunch. So, a cat pokemon--well, logic stated it could cut through his gut and spill out his insides. And knowing it was a Pokemon--did normal cats even exist?--it could do any number of things. Even melt his mind with like...mind bullets. It was scary, so scary--and ten year old kids did this stuff for a living.

The music pumping in his ears reminded him to make a move. Not moving could be fatal. However...he had made friends with Aron, and the Corsola was horribly friendly from the get go. And eating out of the trash---he had to calm down. Take a deep breath, Val. Okay, one. Two.

"'ey, kitty."

He moved slowly, pulling one of the speakers from his ear, and crouching down to pull out some of the basic pokemon food in his pack. Simple stuff that the Corsola liked, but the Aron refused to eat. Different strokes.

"This has to be better than garbage, right? C'mere." He dropped the food and retreated a few feet. "I'm a Pokemon Trainer, you see? So I'm safe to be friends with."

After all, if it took off, it probably didn't want to be friends in the first place, and he'd have to beat it down in a show of skill. If anything, he was taught, Pokemon respect power. Still, what could it be? A Meowth? Did it have a coin on it's head? Meowth wasn't a particularly rare pokemon, but it had a home appeal to it...maybe he could sell or or trade it to a non-trainer for some cash or a more battle oriented pokemon. What else? That charm is importan--

Oh, right. Meowth is notorious for 'finding' money. That might be interesting.

"C'mon," He urged. "I'll introduce you to my Pokemon!"
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The Meowth's little black-rimmed ears perked up. "Meeeeeow!" it said delightedly, dropping what was left of the fish carcass and dropping to the ground. She seemed to remember caution though, and was very slow about moving forward. She dropped to her stomach, and edged forward bit by bit. Her tail was just slightly fluffed up, but her nose and whiskers pointed forward, twitching eagerly.

She really did want that Pokemon food. And the guy didn't smell like the kind who liked to beat up on helpless kittens. Now that she was out of the dumpster and moving, he could see that she was quite small, probably just out of kitten stage, and probably not a very high level. This worked to his advantage though, because she was more likely to be trusting... and hungry.

The little kitty crawled forward a little more, and reached out with one paw, batting at the food, then mewed happily and took a big bite. Her tail fur sleeked back down, and she acutally seemed to be purring slightly as she ate. That was one happy cat. Maybe you wouldn't have to battle her at all... maybe. That all depends on whether you startled her by moving, or whether she stayed happy and relaxed. The food was a big step in the right direction though, she seemed to think you were a pretty decent guy.

(Gender of Meowth randomized to Female, level 3, but since it's not a battle, I'm not putting up a formal section for it)
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"Hey," he said, softly, "Atta girl."

A shift of movement as he pushed back the tails of his shirt to reveal the pokeballs hanging at his waist, and an other movement to produce more food, this time in his hand. He used his fingers to shift it back and forth to help the smell and vision carry over.

"I'm actually...a new trainer." He admitted, not sure if Pokemon even understood english, much less anything but the moves you taught them. "And I plan on leaving the city pretty soon. I could take you with me, and I'd feed you whenever you got hungry."

A soft chuckle. Isn't this how he met his Aron? "I hate to see things going hungry, is all."

He leaned back and let his rump rest on the heels of his shoes, in his teetering position, and cocked his head slightly. The headphone bud swinging like a pendulum was flowing with sweet, up-beat dancy hip-hop. More movement, here, as he reached out with his spare hand and offered the meowth part of his body to leap up on.

"C'mon, at least eat this much, if you don't wanna come with me, that's fine."
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  • It looked as if this child's heart was easily won over when food was added into the equation - of course, most children possessed this same innocent trust. The little kitten’s adorable mews were heart warming, that much was certain, and her fluttering eyelids and wavering tail spoke of her contentment. “
    Meoooow.” This contented sigh was followed by yet another adorable action: a sneeze, which rocked through her body so hard it sent her falling back onto her tiny butt.

    She stayed in this position, obviously not deterred by her sneezing, and looked up at you with an interested expression. The feline listened to you talk, mocking interest (she couldn’t rightly understand, her being so young and all).

    When you extended your arm out for her to do with as she pleased, well, the Meowth didn’t falter. She bounced up excitedly, mewing small pleasantries and the like, and pawed at your exposed palm, then wandered back to the hand that held the Pokemon food. Her appetite having returned, she took another few bites directly from your hand and sat back, munching happily.

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And there was that magical moment...like when his Aron had decided to follow him home, or when his Corsola had first gave him a reassuring nudge when he asked, "is this thing even alive?"

The Meowth trusted him enough to eat out of one hand and sit in the other, the darling little thing, and he smiled. Maybe this training thing wasn't all about getting out of school and away from home for a few months...maybe it was more about this. This special moment--the reason why his entire world had been made up of seeing and hearing about Pokemon. Why all his friends had at least one around the house, and they always thought it was weird that he didn't.

The mew-mews really caught his heart, and he almost wanted to nuzzle the little thing. So he reached out with the food hand, after the last was gone, and rubbed it lightly behind the ears. It was a good girl.

"Well, that just leaves that part where I hit you with the capture device, right?"

A meow in response.

So, he shifted his weight, let the Meowth plop back down on the ground, and removed the ball from his belt, tossing it lightly and underhanded at the Meowth---tossing it full speed like a baseball seemed ridiculous, and this way it wouldn't even have to plop against it's head.

Capture attempt number one. Pokeball, go--indeed.
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  • This whole scene was just so picturesque. A soft-hearted, lanky guy with an adorable kitten charming up to him and his subtle advances! I'm sure you could just hear the little prepubescent girls squealing their tiny brains out - well, this might be because, actually, they were. While you were enthralled by the kitten and her darling face a small crowd had begun to form around the both of you. They were quiet, akin to a predator stalking it's unsuspecting prey. While the 13-15 year old children slowly banned together, they started to whisper in hushed voices to one another, possibly swapping ideas over what other adorable outcomes might come to pass concerning this interesting boy and his likely more interesting pet. Apparently they had no prior engagements up to this point.

    The annoying girls aside, it was time to get down to business. With you and your cunning ways it was no wonder the kitten had yet to suspect all this attention was for a higher purpose. She continued to peck at the food still in reach, and only once or twice paused to give the crowd a questioning look after it unanimously broke out in a fit of 'aaaaw's' and 'kawaii's'. As I've said before, this little girl was content as can be - well, it was no wonder, of course. I mean, she had been dumpster-diving in search of a meal, so it's only reasonable to suggest that the Pokemon chow was of a higher quality than garbage. All the love and affection was just a bonus to add to this wonderfully lucky event.

    She soon finished her meal, and even licked the palm of your hand for the flavoring and bits of leftover kibble. Poor thing, even the rationed amount you had provided was unable to satisfy such a small, obviously malnourished Pokemon. The kitten stepped back then, realizing you had begun to speak up once more. Her head turned in the cute fashion that puppies utilize when they've heard something strange, but she wasn't wary in the least. Such a curious, naive creature. The fangirls breathed in all at once, feeling just so lucky to be able to witness the capture of the infant. As your arm arched on the throw the Meowth gave one final mew, and then was sucked into the light.

    She vanished just as the ball hit solid ground. Your chosen tool characteristically shook, as it did when all Trainers attempted captures, and on the final shake that amazing sound caused a flurry of cheering from those gathered: the ping of a success. Congratulations!
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Meowth is known to be a lucky Pokemon, he recalled. Lucky kitty, eh?

He pushed the earbud back into his ear, the music drowning out the chatter around him. For just a moment, he wanted his mind to be away from the crowd. They had snuck up on him, and it was a little disappointing. A magical moment like this was supposed to be solitary, supposed to be special, but here he was about to pick up his first capture and he had a gaggle about him...

...ah, well. It's not that bad.

He walked the few feet to where the ball had landed, the area where his heart skipped a bit and his breath was held, his fingers snapped neatly along with the ping--and his foot caught the ball and pushed it up into the air, like a bean-filled sack, and caught it neatly.

Meowth was caught.

He felt the ball in his hand, rolling it around carefully, before pressing the latch and causing it to shrink down to fit between his index and his middle finger, and attached it to his belt holster, next to Aron and Corsola. Well...that was that. He turned around and gave a small nod to the group as he pushed past him, looking for...a little respite from the action. After all, now he had three friends to worry about, and since he was a trainer, stuff like levels and combat experience and moves where all important...and the little gal was probably lacking on all of those.

So he headed to his favorite part of the city.
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Your first capture had been made and even though it was a rather easy capture, there was still a sense of pride about having the first capture added to your belt. So as the cat pokemon found its place next to Aron and Corsola you wandered through the town in search for a battle, excitement, or something. If the first capture felt good just think about how good the first battle will feel. The town was rather muggy today and there were many clouds up in the sky. It was a little depressing to be honest as you looked around not seeing children playing or screaming or pokemon frolicking. None the matter, you wanted a pokemon battle and you were going to find one.

So as you walked it was almost as if God had heard your plea as you looked up and saw two Wingulls coming in from the sea. Your eyes met theirs as they let out a short caw and began to circle around you. What did you do? What could you possibly have done to anger these seagull pokemon? I don't think they really had a reason to single you out, but hey at least your plea was answered. Almost instantly the two Wingulls began to nose dive towards you. You barely dodged one but you were not so lucky with the second one as it nailed you right in the gut.

You bent over in pain and the Wingull let out a little squawk of joy. They seemed to be playing a game with you. If the game had a name I think it would be called "How quick can we take down the human" because the Wingulls were preparing for another attack. You better think up a quick plan or else you will be target practice for these two pokemon.

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Valentine hadn't even heard the screech. Ears muffled by his constant, streaming grooves tended to leave a guy down one of the important senses...sure, he was used to carefully crossing streets looking both ways and never turning around corners quickly, and looking up from time to time, but all in all, he tended to be down an important sense.

But the feeling of a breeze shooting at him had caught him off guard, and he saw it and reacted before he really realized it was a monster. Hell, it probably wasn't until he was doubled over, a Wingull flapping away from him, that he cursed at himself and pressed his back against a building wall, fingers tracing familiar bricks as his eyes shot around, a single earbud falling from his ear. Why the hell had a seagull just attacked him?

...that's right. Monsters. They're supposed to be mean, at least most of them.

The hand not wondering if he was against a coffee shop or a book store was pressed against his bruised, lightly bleeding stomach. A flicker of anger passed through his body. His earbuds vibrated with the beat of some old folk song as he stepped forward, readjusted his glasses, and tossed a glance behind him. A coffee shop--not the consumer-based-we-get-our-beans-in-weird-places-and-don't-have-a-medium types, but the type with a friendly atmosphere and everyone seems to be overdressed for the place. He had friends there, maybe they'd be watching.

Left hand flicking away from his body, two Pokeballs expertly between his first three fingers.

Of course, he practiced that. Every young boy did.

"C'mon out!" He commanded, tossing the two balls airborne, the capsules exploding with smoke. Almost magically, they returned to his two crossed arms, his two pokemon ready for battle.

"Aron, Corsola! Play it safe, use Harden!" The young trainer traced the sky, a grin playing out on his face. "When they come down, yanno what to do...Aron, show me your Iron Head, Corsola, give it a solid Tackle."

Let's see what his buddies could do.
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The two miscreants cackled at your land-borne team. Surely, they squawked, even a retard like you should know that you should never go outside with only the wingless! Did you speak seagull? No, but you're partners here sure as hell did. Corsola took it the most irritably since she was closer to the ocean species than Aron was and began to throw a violent barrage of cursing towards the Wingulls above her. The birds responded with a riot of incessant laughter that sent a boil of steam rising off of Corsola's body. Aron stared blankly, already tightening his body into a durable tank as the three adversaries continued to verbally attack each other.

Enraged, Corsola shouted one last insult at the top of her lungs at the enemy. Their faces scrunched up from whatever remark Corsola made about them, but that didn't stop them from lunging at full speed to get payback. Corsola quickly mimicked her partner and tightened his rock hard flesh, merging skin cells in order to become an impenetrable wall. The seagulls had many experiences before with accidentally mistaking an open passage with a glass surface that was sprayed with Windex, but had they known about your crew's heavyset defenses, maybe they wouldn't have ended up with a couple of broken beaks.

The Wingulls reeled backwards with their bodies facing the sky. Their beaks were nearly bent beyond recovery let alone for the sake of survival. But Corsola was merciless. If the jeering he had absorbed from the Wingulls was twice as worse than their damaged muzzles, Corsola expected to recompense with the brutality of his Tackle tenfold. Corsola ambushed the ridden birds of their vitality and launched them into the air with a thrust of his body. They started to return, plunging downward towards the surface of the Earth, and attempted to fly while the agony of their broken beaks shoved the strength right out of their wings.

Aron launched them straight into the walls of a building with a mighty Iron Head. Their carcasses fell to the cement, death tainted only by the fact they were still breathing exhaustively. Corsola wore the smirk the Wingulls had used and flaunted himself above the figures. An abrupt shriek erupted from one of the Wingulls which scattered Corsola's balance. His brother scrambled up to his feet, following up the sneak attack with a surge of water that punched Corsola backwards onto his branches. Aron quickly ran to the aid of his companion but had no luck as the fatigue from the Supersonic made him struggle getting up. You still had the upper hand, but for how long?

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:corsola Level 5 :male
:hp 31/35
:eng 83%
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:aron Level 5 :female
:hp 35/35
:eng 91%


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:hp 24/37
:eng 82%
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:eng 86%
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Ever do the 'right' thing, find out what happened, and suddenly regret it?

Sorry if that's a little specific, Valentine thought to the audience (That's right! He loves you!), But I've never seen a Pokemon that injured before.

He had reached up his hand in protest, about to call back his attack order, when he saw the abrupt change in the physical order of his attackers. Even if the buggers did attack him and one of his favorite shirts was now lightly stained with blood and his stomach was screaming insults up at him and they had attacked his cute little Pokemon and now seemed still hellbent on doing dama---

Monsters, He reminded himself.

A little surge of dedication for his little creatures jumped up in his chest. The difference between them and the wild? They had him to guide them. Normally, wouldn't those flying-types have a serious advantage? What the hell was Corsola anyway--some kinda shellfish? (It ain't a plant!)

"Corsola! Watch out!" He pleaded for no reason, the blast launching his poor sweet Poke-pal backwards, but that screech that followed...he felt it in his gut. When he had gone to get his license, that---that---

"C'mon, boy!" A lightly clenched fist in the direction to the pink coral-beast, face looking far more determined than he felt. "You can do this! Shake it off! Just help out Aron!"

His little Aron tossed a glance back at him from it's protective stance next to her 'brother', and he smiled at it. "If they get close to you before he's recovered, try and jump on it! Remember, Iron Head is our best shot!"

Glaring at the Wingull, he almost smirked for real. "Corsola, once he hits one, it should be easier for you to add it in! Keep it slow and steady, shake it off!"

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Essentially, I want Aron to attack regardless, but if she can manage to pin it down under her 100+ lb weight, that would be fantastic. And, yes, I'm trying to focus fire here to help Corsola deal with it's confusion until that passes.
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Momma bird wasn’t going to be pleased when her kids made it home to her. The two gulls circled the skies, chattering and gulping as they anxiously discussed the situation at hand. Your Pokémon had rock-solid defenses, for one, and … their beaks hurt from coming into smashing contact with their skin. Yes, it was definite proof, no denying about it …

Squawking and cooing, they made numerous attempts to annoy and irritate Corsola with their antics. The pink-colored Pokémon hopped around anxiously, grunting and heaving as he rushed towards Aron. Uh-oh … what was the coral Pokémon going to do in his confusion? The prong-like structures on his head lowered, he somehow managed to boost Aron upwards, shoving her a few feet away in her confusion.

Slowly, you realized that confusion was bad. B-A-D … bad.

Shake it off? Corsola thought, letting out an unmanly giggle at the thought. Shaking his head wildly, he rushed around, using Tackle … at no one. Oh well; if he wasn’t in a confused state at the moment, he wouldn’t have this unusual speed for a Corsola.

Sighing in relief, you came to the realization that since Corsola wasn’t harming anyone, letting the confusion run its full course was a pretty good choice. Gesturing towards Aron, the steel-type nodded her head calmly. She had a cool head, that one … Iron Head was going to be no problem.

Improvising on the spot, with a muttered apology meant for Corsola, she dashed as fast as her stubby legs would carry her towards him. Growling, she spun around on her heels, watching as the lower-leveled Wingull dive down towards her. With a cry for victory, her now glowing head rammed against the bird’s beak.

Ooh … it was almost like adding insult to injury, that blow to the beak. The Wingull had originally thought about opening its mouth to cry in pain, but stopped himself in time. No point damaging his already damaged beak … Looking at his brother and telling him to swoop in after him, both birds flew side by side, deciding to gang on your Corsola for the next turn.

Well, this turn was relatively uneventful.




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:corsola :male Level 5 {?}
:hp 31/35
:eng 79% [failed Tackle -3, dashing around -1]

:aron :female Level 5 {?}
:hp 35/35
:eng 86% [Iron Head -5]

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:wingull :male Level 6 [Broken beak]
:hp 19/37 [Iron Head -5]
:eng 80% [Distraction attempt while flying -2]

:wingull :male Level 7 [Broken Beak]
:hp 27/39
:eng 84% [Distraction attempt while flying -2]
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