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| Roses are Red | Apr 8 2009, 03:28 PM Post #1 | |||||
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Kijutsu is such a pretty city. The buildings are clean and the windows shine like jewels. So much that several birds keep flying right into them. Ouch. Well, you're here and you might want to figure out something to do. I mean, you could spend hours combing the city for some excitement but there are so many places to go, it would take you days to do it. A rather loud thud made you look up just in time to have a ball of feathers fall on top of you. The bird squawked and flapped its wings as it tried to fly away, only to squeak in pain and huddle in on itself. The Starly, as you could see clearly now that your face wasn't covered by feathers, hobbled along the sidewalk in front of you, dragging its wing. Poor little bird. It must have hurt itself flying into one of the windows above. Level 4
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 8 2009, 03:43 PM Post #2 | |||||
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As Arms saw the bird fall down next to him, he swore that he’d kick it to high heaven: he was a city kid and as a city kid he knew one thing: birds lead to bird crap and bird crap lead to spending a few moments stuck in a public rest room trying and failing to rub the stains out. However, perhaps by the graces of the gods themselves he hesitated and as the feathers settled down and he saw the pathetic little Starly in front of him, he smiled a bit, a tender smile, one conveying empathy and kindness and all the other emotions one associates with feeling sympathetic for a bird that just bolted straight into a shiny window. “It’s kinda admirable, just rushin’ straight into the light, not givin’ a crap whether or not it’s a good idea,” he spoke to himself as he knelt down on one knee next to the Starly and smiled a bit, “I like ya lil’ guy, ya got spunk,” Arms surveyed it and then noted it’s wing was messed up and it was hobbling about, “And apparently ya got a bruised up backside: it’s alright though! Your wing’ll heal and you’ll be flyin’ outta here in no time: hell, one day I bet you’ll fly so hard that buildin’ will topple over thanks to your speed and junk, that’s power and you got it lil’ guy.” Speaking to the Starly, the fun loving grin stayed plastered to his face as he reached into his back pack and pulled out some food, laying his arm next to the bird… “C’mon, I’ll getcha some food and then we’ll fix that wing up, sound good?” Catching the creature was -quite honestly- the last thing on his mind, Obadiah had been his friend for months, usually scaring away any Poocheyena’s or pissed off Glameow’s that tried to gang up on him during work: hell, even if Obi was in his Pokeball as they spoke he didn’t remember catching him. Hell, Obi probably went in and bought the Pokeball to put himself in… The point remained, friendship. That was the goal here, but if the Starly wanted something else? Arms did say he admired it’s determination (or stupidity). |
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| Starr | Apr 11 2009, 11:27 AM Post #3 | |||||
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Golly, I hate birds....Don't blame me if something bad happens.... The Starly stared at you intensly. Seems untrustworthy, he seemed to say by his hesitant actions. Still, he slowly hopped over to you. With his beady eyes staring at you, he nipped some food from your hand steadily. He happily ruffled his feathers. However, you heard a whisle, like something flying through the air really fast, and the Starly suddenly jolted. On cue, a rock, a piece of cement to be exact, fell from the Starly's feathers. You look up to see a girl with very, very short, boyish blond hair. She wore clothing that was more casual then any city girl, and to add as such, she held another piece of cement. To her side, you could see a cracked sidewalk. She glared at you and the starly, cletching the rock in her palm so hard that it made it seem like she'd bleed. A meowth appeared behind her with the same cold aura that his trainer gave. Seems this girl wants a fight, but can you fight a girl? Maybe you could get her to talk and end this peacefully? Also, did I mention I hate birds? LVL. 6
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 11 2009, 01:53 PM Post #4 | |||||
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Arms jumped up as well as he saw the girl throw the rock, his vibrant emerald eyes staring down at the girl as he picked up his own projectile: she would attack a defenseless bird? It seemed unthinkable: all Pokemon, from Salamence to Wurmple were creatures that needed our friendship, attacking an injured one? He wanted some sort of legendary Pokemon to come down and turn this monster in a short blonde boyish cut into a mouse. Instead he tossed his Pokeball and the Shroomish named Obadiah appeared with a loud groan and an angry expression on his face. “Obi! This girl attacked our new friend Rita Hayworth,” Arms spoke mentioning the Starly on his shoulder and giving it a nickname even before he actually caught it, “Show her what’s what!” Obadiah looked at his master and seemed to shake his head, another self righteous battle? Well, he hoped it turned out better than the last one or the one before that or the one before that: hell, he hoped it turned out better than anything Arms ever tried to do. Still, if Arms was a bad trainer, he hid it well as he pointed at the Meowth and exclaimed loudly and proudly… “Alright Obadiah! Focus on your speed, remember, ya go in there and ya hit hard and then you back out: in fighting, the ol’ boxin’ strategy we heard ol’ man Waters talkin’ ‘bout in the bar last week!,” he smiled, “And then once ya get into that feline’s guard you give it a vertical rising tackle: straight into it’s jaw, don’t worry if it attacks ya, just persevere and keep going until ya land a hit. Trust me Obi, I got a plan!” He looked at the girl… “Hey chick! How ‘bout before your kitty ends up lookin’ like Rita Hayworth you tell me what’s the big idea?” OOC: Focused on Speed and then went in for a tackle. |
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| Arsene Lupin III | Apr 11 2009, 08:37 PM Post #5 | |||||
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The young and reckless tomboy of a girl was irritated enough, and the local town idiot questioning her intentions was clearly not making her any happier. With a young, but harsh voice, she explained, scowling heavily. "That stupid fricken' bird stole my necklace! You can see it in his grubby little claws!" She yelled, throwing the rock clenched tightly in her hand at the hovering Starly. With a squawk, the Starly barely dodged the projectile - and, notably, the clink of metal on metal and a flash of light revealed the truth. Starly clearly had something made of metal. Cursing, the girl further explained, her cheeks flushed with anger. "And I would have caught him already if it weren't for you!" While this girl finished her tirade, Obadiah was on the move, a shining example of activity from a normally stoic race of Pokemon. Just as you instructed, the Shroomish launched itself clear off the ground, slamming into the tomboy's distracted Meowth. However, in his overzealous haste, Obadiah had actually overshot his mark - the Meowth's jaw - and instead slammed into the "lucky" cat's nose. As the Shroomish recoiled, he revelled in the two streams of blood that the Meowth was now sporting down its button-like nose. Growling in a very unladylike fashion, the girl pointed directly at Arms accusatively. "Grr, you're so stupid! I just want my stupid necklace, but fine! If I have to fight through you to get it, then whatever!" Her Meowth reeled back, hissing heavily at Obadiah after the embarassing attack. "Scratchy, go for it! You know what to do!" Launching after the Shroomish, Scratchy bared its teeth, landing a vicious bite on your friend before he could respond. It was time for a fight! ALLIES ![]() Level 5 31/35 93%NEUTRAL ![]() Level 4 8/33 58%ENEMIES ![]() Level 6 30/38 82%(Bleeding; -2 HP per turn) |
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 11 2009, 10:49 PM Post #6 | |||||
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“You think Imma believe you Pokemon hater?! Nah, I stick by Rita, I’ll beat you, catch Rita and if she’s got your necklace give it to ya, but me and Obi gotta show ya how it’s done!” He looked towards Obadiah and then towards the Meowth and thought for a brief second: attacking right now would be worthless, Obi had taken a hit, it was time to stick to the strategy. Besides, the Meowth was right where he wanted him: time to strike him with the greatest move ever, this little loud mouthed girl wouldn’t see it coming. You see, Obadiah getting damaged was the best thing that could've happened, cruelty aside, it allowed for Obadiah to do his signature move: absorb. The cat also made the mistake of getting far to close to the angry looking mushroom (that was part of the plan of going with in fighting) and with that range, an absorb attack would damage the bleeding kitten even more! “Obadiah! Make that kitties strength your own! Use that there absorb attack!” With that Arms looked towards the Starly: there was something metal and shiny in it's grasp, sure, but did that mean it was a thief? And if it indeed was a thief was the girl justified in tossing rocks at the injured little guy? It was a moral conundrum that Arms wasn't really prepared to deal with. Still, he'd promised himself that he'd defend the honor of the Starly -hence forth known as Rita Hayworth- and as hopefully it's new trainer that meant believing it and standing by it no matter what. Besides, that shiny thing was to shiny for Arms to see: for all he knew it could've been shiny nail polish! Rita Hayworth after all was quite the glamerous girl and the like... "Hey! Rita Hayworth! Because I'm fighting for you and junk, think you might help me out? Y'know, give Obadiah some aerial support with a gust and stuff, right?" Reasoning with the Starly, that was the smart thing: Pokemon were logical creatures right? I mean, Rita had to listen to reason and help out the guy taking the time to defend their honor. It was only right. Or at least Arms hoped. Edited by Muzix Bukowski, Apr 12 2009, 06:32 PM.
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| Arsene Lupin III | Apr 13 2009, 11:32 PM Post #7 | |||||
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For an idiot, you sure did come up with solid plans. By focusing on Obadiah's abillity to regain his health by draining the girl's Meowth of his own, you could keep your Shroomish at tip-top shape while his opponent suffered. Unfortunately, as the Shroomish spread the leeching spores that would enable this attack into the air, the angry - but arrogant - young girl simply smiled. "Like I'd give you a chance to do that!" she yelled, dramatically pointing at you as she mocked your intelligence. With another hiss, the Meowth agilely moved out of the way, coming up behind Obadiah before he had any way of reacting. Maybe not so solid a plan, was it? Latching onto the fungus as if it were a well accustomed scratching post, Meowth quickly tore at Obi's sponge like skin, claws ripping away sponge like-flesh in ribbons. It seemed as if it was going to an early end for your Shroomish's impact on the fight. And then, just as all hope seemed lost, Rita - as you had already nicknamed the hurt Starly - slammed her frail body into the aggressive cat and knocking it off the Shroomish. In a cruel twist of fate, Obadiah found himself oozing a sickening green pus just as the Meowth was bleeding moments ago, a sort of plant's lifegiving liquid analogous to blood. Shaking it off, however, the Shroomish remembered the attack you had told him to use dutifily, and like a true friend, believed in your plan. Finding himself at least minorly rejuvinated, Obi stood resilient, ready to take on the now farther away Meowth. I guess it was pretty solid, then. ALLIES ![]() Level 5 26/35 89%[Bleeding] ![]() Level 4 8/33 54%ENEMIES ![]() Level 6 21/37 77%[Bleeding] Edited by Arsene Lupin III, Apr 13 2009, 11:32 PM.
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 14 2009, 04:22 PM Post #8 | |||||
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“NO! OBI!” Arms shouted, this was a first for him, still new to battling: but to see the bloodied Shroomish in front of him pulled on heart strings that the young and exuberant boy wasn’t even aware existed. He shook his head as he looked downward: maybe this cat was to strong for the fungus? Maybe Arms M’Kimbo wasn’t suited to be a Pokemon trainer? Would he always be this loser delivery boy trying to make it in the hustle and bustle of Kijitsu? How could he expect to beat the twins if THIS girl was destroying him… And then he saw the bird, the injured creature whom he had been trying to help out crash into the Meowth: the second was over and now Arms was rejuvinated as he saw the attack Shroomish had planned go into full effect. He smiled and laughed, loudly and proudly as he pointed forward with a form of glee one would expect from a child at Christmas. “Rita Hayworth!”, he exclaimed, “Focus on your speed and assaulting that cat with them there tackles: you’re our outside fighter, the slick rick, ya go in there: hit fast and then back the hell out!”, he spoke to the Starly, “Remember to keep away, alright? Just work through this: me and Obi’ll finish it right quick.” With the Starly providing aerial support, using it’s natural advantage to duck and dodge the situations Arms thought that he would be able to wrap this fight up really quick, but he wouldn’t let the bird just confound the cat and her trainer: no, Arms still believed in one guy, the fungus with the most: Obadiah Stane. His power hitter, the one hit knock out. He was bleeding, yeah, but it wasn’t over: no, not even close… “OBI! Your blood just gave me an idea, it’s risky big guy, but I believe in ya and if ya don’t believe in yarself? Well believe in the me that believes in you, aight?”, he smiled, "You're going to tackle this kitty and stay on top of 'im, pin him down and just jump up and down, do damage to the body and make sure that Rita can keep goin' for the face! Stand your ground, kay? Remember you can always absorb more of his health!" It was in fact, over. Edited by Muzix Bukowski, Apr 16 2009, 11:32 AM.
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| Arsene Lupin III | Apr 19 2009, 05:41 PM Post #9 | |||||
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Rita, despite her injuries, was happy to oblige to your simple command. Flying high, she gathered her remaining strength, preparing for an in-and-out divebomb. Dropping from the sky into a flying peck, the Starly was like a fighter pilot going in for the kill. With a mighty slam, Rita forced her beak into the girl's Meowth... right onto the golden coin on the cat's forehead. Rebounding with a mighty clang, Rita was dazed and confused; now was the time for your opponent to strike. A quick flick of his arm, and the Meowth batted Rita away with its paw. Squawking in pain, the Starly slammed into a nearby tree before slumping awkwardly to the ground. Unfortunately for you, it seemed as if your "tactic" had been countered in the worst possible way. Giving a congratulatory cheer to her cat, the angry girl seemed to have a one-eighty, her personality completely changing as she ran to the Starly, a smile gracing her face. Grabbing her necklace, she rose is defiantly to the air as if to say she had won. "Good job, Scratchy, I knew you'd get my necklace back for me!" she said happily, slipping the metal around her neck, simply ignoring the unconcious bird at her foot. The Meowth began to lick his wounds... not realising the clearly unhappy mushroom that was charging at him had not noticed any battles ending. Knocking the cat off his feet, Obidiah began to pummel the Meowth with his body, forcing it against a wall as it slammed his head and feet into the Meowth's torso. Quickly overwhelmed by the assault, Scratchy slumped against the wall, similarly falling out of conciousness as Rita had moments earlier. With a shriek at the violence that had so quickly transpire, the girl yelled at you for your pokemon's lack of restraint. "Figures that a stupid trainer like you would have a stupid pokemon, too! God, what an idiot - you can have the stupid Starly, I don't even care any more!" Returning the Meowth to its Pokeball, the girl indignantly ran off through the alley she had come from, back to the hustle-and-bustle of Kijutsu City. It was only then that you noticed the presence of a large, dark skinned man leaned against a building, a smile on his face as he chewed a toothpick. He must have been watching the battle the whole time, and from his facial expression, it was clear he was interested in what had transpired. Now greeted with this peculiar man and an unconcious Starly, what would you do? BATTLE RESULTS ![]() Obidiah gained 6 and grew to level 6, with 1 left over!![]() Rita gained 7.5 and grew to level 5, with 3.5 left over!Rita learned Quick Attack! Edited by Arsene Lupin III, Apr 19 2009, 05:42 PM.
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 19 2009, 05:52 PM Post #10 | |||||
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Arms smiled a bit as he returned Obadiah to his Pokeball and then looked at the little Starly: she fought her heart out, even if she was weakened now, she still was willing to stand up and fight for her friends. Arms valued that loyalty, but he also saw potential in the little bird: she was a lil’ tiger that was for sure, with a little training she could be a great out fighter. The old strategy: keeping them away with stinging jabs and wearing the fighter down with great evasive aerial attacks, as he tossed a Pokeball at the fainted critter he knew that there would be no fighting back: already knocked out and already loyal. As he stared at the dark skinned man who then stared back at him Arms felt a weary smile graze his face. This guy didn’t look like the nicest of characters, but he had an aura around him, Arms had a feeling he’d like the guy. He didn’t know why and he was probably wrong, but as he walked up to the man, the boy outstretched his hand. “Man, I tell ya what, I didn’t think I’d make it outta that fight for a second,” he spoke before rubbing the back of his head, “Girlie had a tough Meowth, but ya saw it, managed to pull it outta my ass at the last moment: that’s just fighting for ya, mix of luck and heart and you can beat even those stronger than ya…” He looked at the man and smiled. “Arms M’Kimbo, may I ask who you are? Couldn’t help but notice ya starin’ at me back there and I always like ta know the name of my fans.” |
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| Arsene Lupin III | Apr 22 2009, 01:32 PM Post #11 | |||||
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The black man gave a hearty laugh as you introduced yourself, tossing the chewed toothpick behind him only to immediately replace it with a thick, clearly foreign cigar. Striking a match against his palm - more like meathooks given the size of the man's hands - he lit up, puffing the cigar and letting out a breath of smoke before acknowledging Arms. "Heh, Arms. Good name. I suppose you don't know who I am, do you?" He grinned, taking the cigar out of his mouth and approaching the young trainer. "My name is Mr. Creed. Apollo Creed, in fact, and after that fine display of commanding, I'd like to make you an offer." Getting close, the large ebony-skinned man wrapped a powerful arm around Arms' shoulder. Waving a small, forrest green disk in your face, Apollo grinned. "This is a TM - you know, a Technical Machine? And a very strong one at that. I like you kiddo, and I like that Shroomish of yours. You two, you could make it big, ya know that?" Letting go of his tight grip on your shoulder, Apollo smirked heavily, taking another smoke from the cigar before turning. He seemed to begin to walk away before tossing the disk over his shoulder. Hastily, you catch it - the monogrammed words flashed in the morning sun, revealing the words 'Technical Machine #86 - Grass Knot." Wow! What a great new move for Obadiah! But you began to wonder, what had you done to deserve this incredible gift? And why was this peculiar Mr. Creed giving it to you, a smelly street rat with a bird and a fungus?! A heavy trail of smoke pooled over Apollo's shoulder as he began to talk once more, back still turned toward the horizon. "I'd like to give you my invitation to the Joukai Tag-Team Boxing Federation... as Chairmen and founding member of the sport. I've been lookin' for new blood like yourself. You got spirit, determination." He finally turned, revealing a huge smirk. He meant business - literally. "With that TM, I believe you - a very fit man, clearly built for boxing! and your resiliant little Shroomish can make it big with no trouble at all. If you're interested, join the prelims - there's a couple matches running tonight, just outside the city limits. If you're as good as I think you are, there's more to be won that just that disk there." And with an offer like that, how could you possibly refuse? Apollo Creed knew persuasion like none other, and if his judgement was correct, you too would fall to his tale of grandeur. Edited by Arsene Lupin III, Apr 22 2009, 01:32 PM.
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 22 2009, 03:11 PM Post #12 | |||||
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Arms was, for lack of a better word: stunned. As he listened to Apollo Creed speak about the Joukai Tag Team Boxing League, his heart skipped a few beats. Arms had grown up around Kijutsu, he had been raised in it’s bar’s and it’s slums, boxing? Boxing was a way of life down here, he had been in a couple of scuffles, learned a thing or two about the sweet science: was he a natural talent? He thought so, he was small for his age, but he was also quick and strong with a lot of heart: but, what made this offer cement itself in Arms’ mind wasn’t his boxing skill (or lack thereof), it was that Arms was a dreamer. And as a dreamer the mere mention of competition gave him visions of victory and glamour that couldn’t be sated by a few breaths. His heart was focused and his shoulders were strong: he’d fight and he’d win. With Obadiah? The fungus with an iron jaw and a sleeping beauty uppercut (well, more like a tackle…pointed upwards), it’d be impossible to lose. The young man was completely wrapped in Creed’s words and charisma and his own sense of self worth was cemented when the technical machine was presented to him… “Woah!”, the eighteen year old youth exclaimed, “Well, I won’t let ya down Mr. Creed, no sir, I’ll be there at Joukai tonight and I’ll win, no doubt…just, wow, y’know I grew up here, I remember back when Holyfield was big, when he won the fight the crowd would go wild…it’s surreal, I just want that to happen and with this move…it will: no doubt about it.” He smiled a bit as he gave Mr.Creed a very eager and heartfelt handshake. “Imma head to the Pokemon Center and get Rita Hayworth and Obadiah healed,” his smiled widened, “You go tell your people that Arms M’Kimbo is comin’ to town.” Before that though he decided to use the gift Creed had given him right now, to do so was just common courtesy: he wouldn’t want the man to think he was rude enough to refuse a gift and so he sent out Obadiah and smirked as he held up the tiny disk. “Alright Obi, let’s teach ya this here TM.” |
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"I bet you won't, kid." Apollo smiled at you, clearly amused with your enthusiasm. His grin was almost as big as yours which certainly said that he was impressed. After all, he wouldn't have invited just anyone to the League and given them a lovely TM as a welcome gift, now would he? Definitely not. He puffed on his cigar and shook your hand forcefully. His palms were worn and tough, no doubt from smashing skulls in the ring if the fantasy version of boxing was anything to be believed. Apollo was also unsurprisingly strong, his grip much tighter than yours. It could almost be described as crushing, but the handshake was soon over and you didn't think there would be any lasting damage to your bones. He chuckled deeply. "Good! I'll let them know about you, kiddo. They'll be shakin' in their boots no doubt!" Apollo chewed on the end of his cigar a bit and then shook it gently between his first two fingers. A bit of ash tumbled off the end and into the wind, where it quickly broke apart and disappeared. Watching you for a moment more, he finally turned around towards the horizon and breathed in deeply. This was a man who lived life fully and proudly, absorbing the essence of the universe into his own heart. For a moment, you could almost hear music playing in the background as Apollo looked up towards the sun, but that seemed to be coming from a guitarist perched at the corner of the street. Still, the romance of the image was there, and then Apollo was walking away in his straight-backed, proud way. You were left with your Shroomish who was wondering what exactly you planned on doing with that disk. On your Poketech, a small slot popped open and emitted a little whirring noise. Intuitively, the TM disk slid into the slot and was caught by the motor there. It was dragged in, closed up, and a loading bar appeared on the screen. Then, the whole screen turned white and there was a flash of energy. Obadiah glowed green for a moment and then the light disappeared. A puff of white smoke shot out of your Poketech and you knew that you weren't going to be getting that disk back. Obadiah blinked and then continued to look at you for directions. Your Poketech pinged, telling you SUCCESS in all capital letters. It seemed that the TM use was successful, leaving you with a captured Starly, a powered up mushroom, and an invitation to the greatest contest of your short lifetime. Now you just had to figure out what to do until sundown. |
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| Muzix Bukowski | Apr 26 2009, 12:33 AM Post #14 | |||||
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It was just as the charming and glamorous narrator above had said: things were going well for lil’ ol’ Arms M’Kimbo. As he smiled at Obadiah, he motioned the Pokemon to walk forward with him, the eighteen year old Kijutsu native was walking to the pokemon center with a song in his heart and dance in his step, looking down at the fungus, the grin still plastered on his face he spoke with a small hint of exuberance… “Obadiah, we’re gonna make it after all.” The duo had always been struggling, never knowing where their next meal would come from or how they’d get out of this hell hole. But, due to just one Starly who really had no idea how to fly their dreams had taken flight, soaring, through the city to the edge of the city and then out of the city and into the fields: fields that will grow thick and strong like the glorious reputation Arms was fostering. The greatest boxer and trainer the world had ever know: Arms M’Kimbo. He smiled at his Shroomish as they entered the Pokemon center, the cool air conditioning hitting the boys broad shoulders. “Hey, Nurse Joy, I got into a scuffle and yeah, Obi and me and Rita Hayworth gotta get healed,” he smirked, “Going to the Joukai Tag-Team Boxing something or another, gotta make Obi big and strong and have Rita be able to set the night on fire with her duck and run tactics.” And after Arms would win those fights, everyone will love him, and he’ll finally be a man. He’ll finally be a man. |
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| Jami | Apr 26 2009, 10:39 PM Post #15 | |||||
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"Joukai Tag-Team Boxing? I don't think I've ever heard of that." Nurse Joy seemed a little perplexed by what you were referring to, but undeterred in her work. Neatly, she took both Obi and Rita from you and stepped away from the counter for a moment. She loaded the Pokeballs onto the Pokecenter's trademark machine and reached to turn it on. Since neither one of your Pokemon were grievously wounded, the healing machine would be more than enough for them. While she waited for the healing to finish, Nurse Joy stood vigilantly by in case of any sort of malfunction. You could feel a presence looming over you from behind, though. "Hya! A kid like you is entering into Tag-Team Boxing, too?" A rather large man was looking down at you with a good-natured grin. He was probably six foot three at a minimum and at least two hundred pounds of what seemed to be muscle. Perhaps the best clue was that he was wearing what looked like a karate gi with a thin brown sash tied around his waist. While he obviously wasn't a black belt, his gi was still worn and he was built like a Machoke, if only moderately smaller. His hair was black and you had no idea what color his eyes were since they seemed to be perpetually shut. At his knee was a pudgy Makuhita wearing almost the exact same expression. You can tell a lot about a man from the company he keeps, but this bordered on the absurd. "My name's Fei Long. Sorry about eavesdropping, but I've been waiting for the prelims all week. Ever since Apollo Creed caught me and Ken here training, I've been fired up! Hya!" Fei suddenly gave an uppercut towards the ceiling, a move his Makuhita imitated clumsily with its own cry mimicking the hya. This Fei guy seemed like good competition and a nice enough guy anyway. Nurse Joy returned with your Pokemon and handed them back, giving you a curt nod and bow of acknowledgment along with her winning smile. Everyone was so friendly, it couldn't be anything but a good day. "What Pokemon do you plan on using, if you don't mind me asking? A Machop maybe? I've heard Croagunk are pretty powerful as well, hya!" |
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and grew to level 6, with 1



