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| Boise's Journey; Gourmet's Alt | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2009, 11:13 PM (203 Views) | |
| Brendan | Jul 20 2009, 11:13 PM Post #1 |
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An industrial city to start off in. It seemed like a nice place, but there were plenty of people, even on a cloudy day such as this one. People were hustling about, vigorously checking off the days activities as the clock struck away at the thing we all fuss about and call, "time". Men and woman rushed about, headed towards work, while children ran and laughed their ways through the crowds, even aggrifying some of the elder adults. Now you, a new comer to Alternia, are bored out of your wits. Money is hard to come by around these parts, thus the result of many thieves, but I believe you'll handle on your own. There are two shops around here-- the good, ole' fashioned Poke Mart or the "What's Mine is Mined" shop, which sells evolution stones to aspiring trainers. Now, you seem to not mind where you work. Just as long as you have a fixed income, right? With that on your mind, you stepped up the Poke Mart and pulled the door open wide enough for you to barely slip in. A small chimes as it hits the door behind you. The desk clerk shoots head in your direction from a magazine he was gazing down at. "Hello!" Clerk-man says with a bright smile. His hair is buzzed short and his eyes are dark blue and he looks like he was recently let out of jail, but if that were true, he probably wouldn't have this job, right? "What'cha interested in? We sell a wide variety of items from Poke Balls to... uh... I forget, but we have quite the stock! Take a look around, get what you need! We also have some extra stuff in the back, so if there's an empty shelf, just gimme' a holler and I'll go runnin' for ya'!" Don't forget, there's another shop right down the road from here. So if the shop owner here freaks you out or makes you feel uneasy, perhaps you might have luck at the next one. Although, don't be quick to jump to conclusions-- never judge a book by its cover. Perhaps the other shop owner might look small and timid but in reality is a mega doucher. But a job isn't the only thing you could do, y'know. This is the city, where dreams either come true or fall apart. Whatever happens is all part of the Man's plan and you're just a pawn that's a part of it. Do what will, but have fun when doing it. Now go out there and make some money! you |
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| Gourmet.0 | Jul 22 2009, 09:54 PM Post #2 |
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Coming to this knew land and all wasn't something Riley highly anticipated, but the floating specter aside him just insisted on it. Trust me, human, this place is just the area we need to be in! Look, around us everywhere are people ripe for harvesting from! Oh, the possibilities are simply endless... She was trying to project her thoughts into the human who she for some reason had chose as her own, and needless to say that wasn't working all that well. Useless mortal. They're all the same; Weak and unable to even phantom what we masters of the elements have to offer. Surprisingly enough Lavonne had a French accent even when thinking, which makes one think just how and by whom this Pokémon was brought up. "Soo..whadda we do now, Miss Natorn?" A duo consisting of a Pokémon and their human trainer just walking the streets was not something uncommon in this world. In fact, it was probably that at anytime a trainer could see at least five or six other trainer/Pokémon duos around. I vote we take out these saps one by one and begin to concur this city, and then the next and expand our power across this land of no end. Rather than trying to pantomime what she was thinking, Lavonne simply gave her trainer a reassuring "Miss." Riley took his Pokémon's cry as an agreement saying "do whatever you want; I don't care" sorta attitude. He agreed completely with this, of course. Riley was just that sort of ego maniac. After walking for some time, Riley noticed something that sparked his interest, fiscal interest that is. The giant flashy sign outside read Poke Mart, and Lavonne did not at all seem interested. We are so not getting into this again; You already blew all of your money on all those eccentric outfits I will not be wearing and...Riley! If Miss Natorn had hands, she would probably viciously be bashing one into her forehead right now. "Mis...dreavus." Deciding to once again just not try and reason with her trainer the banshee floated behind Riley, making her way into the Mart. Once inside the two were happily greeted by a genuine looking man, and Riley was striking up a chat before Lavonne even got a chance to look around. "Yeah yeah that's nice and all but I'm looking for work- Hey, do you guys, like, hire and stuff?" Riley has a tendency to..cut to the chase. Lavonne was trying to get him to work on that, but being unable to speak to him was kinda hard, and stuff. She decided to float over and maybe give this nice clerk some consolidation. "Misdreavus." The ghost nodded at the man with a slight smile on her face. Hopefully this one will at least acknowledge my existence...if not, oh boy will I have fun with this one... Lavonne closes this post with a cynical laugh in a French accent. However that works. |
| Graffiti | Jul 23 2009, 08:47 PM Post #3 |
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I’m not too sure what to make of your companion. No matter how I look at it, she’s is definitely a spook (pun?). And that whole French thing? Where did that come from? I’d be careful if I was you, I wouldn’t trust anything that didn’t pronounce the last letter of their words. And I also wouldn’t trust anything that addressed you are a human, I mean, you have a name! Well, at least the owner seemed friendly. Perhaps a bit too friendly, maybe even a bit eccentric, but he seems like a nice enough guy. His smile stretched and grew with every passing minute, and when you inquired about a job, it was positively going from ear to ear, “A job?! Well why didn’t you say so earlier?” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly. “You seem like a good kid, but I don’t have anything of the typical job variety for you. Then again…” he said, glancing over as Ms. Natron, “I’m sure what I have in mind would be right up your alley,” He threw his arm around your shoulder, you two were about the same height (although he was about sixty pounds heavier, and I’m not talking about muscle either), and told you in private, “How would you like to do some… espionage for me? You’d be rewarded handsomely of course.” His smile vanished and a stone blank face replaced it. Was this guy serious, espionage, what the hell could that mean? I don’t know, this guy seems kind of shifty, it may not be a bad idea to back out of this deal while you still can. But then again, he did mention a reward. Choices. [OOC: If you decide to accept the offer, request me again. If not, keep it as an open ref.] Edited by Graffiti, Jul 23 2009, 08:49 PM.
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| Gourmet.0 | Jul 23 2009, 09:58 PM Post #4 |
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Boise... As soon as the word espionage was brought up in the conversation Riley's mind was only able to register that name. He worked under it, committing espionage and executing commands of the Rockette's highest levels of command. How could he possibly fall back into that life? Boise was the name he existed under, but Riley had worked so hard to destroy those memories... It sucks that people need dirty work done every now and then, but the pay's nice. Besides, Riley existed solely as Boise for a good amount of time. No way did he forget his ways, and with Lady Lavonne to accompany him maybe this new job would be even easier. Speaking of the good Miss... She was off in her own world, floating around and touching stuff through glass that was clearly labeled DO NOT TOUCH. Ah, the joys of being ethereal. She continued to idly fiddle around the store, noting giving a hoot as to what her best friend and the fat man were talking about. That was until she saw the man wrap an arm around her beloved Riley. Dégagez! Lavonne hurled her spiritual body right at the shop keep, trying to knock him away from her precious little Riley. Dos. échapper à, arrêt! Like an overprotective mother, Lavonne quickly readied for another attack on the man simply talking to Riley. "Vers le bas." While holding out one hand, Riley suddenly stopped the Lady Lavonne's assault on the man he was speaking to. "Nous parlons juste, chillax." Although she didn't even like the idea of sharing Riley, Miss Natorn gave in to her trainer's whim and simply hovered behind him, waiting for the man to give her a reason to launch a Psywave so big his brain explodes. "Espionage, sure. I use to be a spy for a Team Rocket division, after all. This should be a cake-walk." Riley slipped his skinny little body out of the man's arm, preferring to not be held by stinky old random strangers. Unless a monetary reward came from that, too. |
| Graffiti | Jul 24 2009, 05:53 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: [Does not understand French, but has access to Google translator!] At first the shop keep was intrigued by the ethereal Miss Lavonne, but he had become more and more put off by her character. Just because she’s a ghost doesn’t exactly give her the right to go snooping around, especially in places she doesn’t belong. Of course, he wasn’t going to voice his opinion, not when he still needed your help. Even when the specter appeared to threaten the owner, he didn’t bulge. I bet he was used to pokemon overacting anyway. If anything, he was only more impressed with Riley’s ability to handle the pokemon when he calmed it down with just a few simple words. Yes, the owner thought, he’ll do nicely. So you have accepted the job. But you best be careful, you may just find yourself slipping back into that past that you have wanted to wash away from oh, not so long ago. I hope you know what you’re doing. The shop keep returned that quarter-mile smile back to his face, “Wonderful, wonderful! Then this should be a cakewalk for you. Perfect!” This guy didn’t even care that you used to be part of a infamous criminal organization?! Leading you away even further from the rest of the pack, he took you into the corner of the shop. "This is the situation,” he began, “I used to have the most thriving store on this block, after all, who could beat my dog-gone low prices?” he added, promoting his store even in the midst of a job offer. Hey, you had to respect the guy. “But recently ‘POKEMON-R-US’ around the street got this new item in. It’s crazy, I never seen such a thing. I looked in all of the order catalogs, and I couldn’t find any company selling them, so I finally figured it out, they must be inventing it!” “It’s a new catching device, like a poke-ball only better. I’m not too sure what it does, beside steal all of my business away, but I want it,” He eyed you and spoke in a low voice, “I know that they are building the device inside the actual building, I’m positive of it. I wouldn’t be able to get in without being caught, but a new guy like you, or your wonderful specter, well, I don’t want to take all the fun out of it. You’ll figure it out.” He pointed to the store across the corner, ‘POKEMON-R-US,’ and you could see how packed it was. There was even a line, just to get in the frikken place! Hey, this item looks to be pretty damn good, even if you don’t want to help the guy out, it might be worth checking out the store. The owner egged you on, actually physical pushing you out, “Don’t worry about the reward, I’ll pay you handsomely!” I’m not sure how Miss Lavonne id going to feel about him touching to again, but what to do now is completely up to you. |
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| Gourmet.0 | Jul 25 2009, 12:22 PM Post #6 |
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In an anger-filled hiss, Madame Natorn speed after the grimy hands of the man touching her human, but turned full specter and just slid right through him before actually doing any damage. No, this is not what Riley would want from me...he's after that Duskstone we saw on the television, and considering the price any sort of payment will help... Riley noticed her out of the corner of his eye, "Bien, bien!" he stated to the ghost, smiling at her with his eyes closed. The creature simply gave an eye-roll with that "whatever" attitude of her's, floating out onto the street. "Salut!" Riley's hand flicked up in the air once he got his footing on the street waving a good-bye to the man he was now employed under. The dump of information he received about how the ball was being made inside the building and was stealing all of his business was interesting and all, but young Boise didn't really care about anything like that. Probably the easiest way to get one would be buy it, like a normal person. Strutting fiercely across a quite possibly busy road with lots of cars coming by Riley was ready to complete this job and get his pay. Lavonne hovered next to him, frantically looking to both sides of her to make sure nothing would harm her precious. "Misdreavus!" The ghost let out her cry, but what she really meant by it was "Prendre garde!" which is assumed French for watch out. (Man, I can't stand getting the verbs right..stupid foreign languages and stupid me for choosing French-speaking characters.) She was always protecting him, Lavonne. For untold reasons she seemed rather over protective, but that could just be a sign of love. She, after all, is Riley's only friend in the world right now, and he her's. The two go together like glue and paper, and if one lost the other there's no telling what extents they would go to to try and get them back. "'Scuse me, pardone, lemme just..." Riley was weaving his way in and out of the crowd, sneaking his way towards the store front. There really a lot of people inside the store, which was a very good thing. For Lavonne, really. She, unlike her trainer, didn't want to bust the wallet out on a stupid mission like this. Instead, the ghost planned on finding the source herself, and getting down to the root of this horrible contraption humans called a Poke Ball. If she had to beam the living life out of a few people/Pokémon along the way that was quite alright with her- it would spice things up, after all. "Now, where to...look." Lady Lavonne found herself in a building slightly resembling the one she just exited, but this one was nicer and had cleaner shelves and fancy glass display cabinets. "Oh, look, I can see myself! Ah, so pretty...so gorgeous so... After taking a moment to stare at herself in the mirror, the ghost let out a horrible screech which proceeded to make her lol. Riley, in the meantime, had been looking all around for that Poke Ball that was said to exist. He was starting to think it really didn't exist, but that couldn't be. The boy did, however, see the cutest little accessory for-- "No, Riley, not today...save the money..Duskstone..beautiful power.." Riley resisted touching anything, and continued to browse around casually in search of that Poke Ball all this hype was over. He didn't have intend on buying it, but asking the cashier a plethora of questions until he became over-annoyed with the boy, all in the effort to buy Lavonne some time. After all, she is best for being able to check out this entire building for something suspicious, seeing as she is ghost and has no physical body and can seep through walls, and stuff. |
| Graffiti | Jul 26 2009, 02:49 PM Post #7 |
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Now that lady Lavonne is under control, you can continue on with the rest of the adventure. Following the owner’s pushy and obvious shoves, you got caught in the throng of willing shop goers. Most were screaming at each other, stuff like, “get out of my way!” or, “I’ll rip you apart you dirt bag.” I’m pretty sure there was a kid crying for his mommy as well, but no one really paid attention to that. Curses were flying and grandmother’s insulted, “you’re grandma is so fat that…” I don’t think I need to finish the statement. Needless to say, this item must be worth the hassle if it’s causing all of these tempers to flare up. I’m not exactly sure this is the best environment for such a high class Pokemon like Lady Lavonne, I mean, she even speaks French! How much more classy can you get? Making your way through the crowd wasn’t exactly easy, you had to step on a few toes to get to where you wanted. But regardless, you got in, mission accomplished. Plot over. Naw, I’m just kidding. Searching around for that new special Pokeball wasn’t exactly difficult, I mean, there was even a promoter telling anyone who would listen the benefits of the product. Convenient, eh? “Yes-sir, step right up and get the amazing Pain-ball! Throw your other inferior catching devices to the trash, once you try this bad boy out Pokemon will never be the same.” Intrigued, you pushed through more crowd (stepping along a few toes along the way) to listen some more, “You sir!” the promoter said, pointing directly at you, “aren’t you tired of beating up those stubborn wild Pokemon, only to find out that they still have some health left, too strong to be captured?” Before you could even give thought to the question, the promoter answered for you, “of course you have. I bet you’ve thought, ‘if only there was some way I could lower their health down some more, then everything would be easy,’ well sir, what if I told you there is some way?” “This item I’m holding right here,” he said, pointing to the circular-Pokeball look alike object he had in his hand, “will actually do some battling for you! Just toss it, and watch the damage fly!” The crowd murmured excitedly, less Pokemon battling, but easier captures? This sounded almost too good to be true, “yes-siree, this ball will help knock out the life of any remaining Pokémon, giving you full experience for the capture. Thanks to special ‘POKEMON-R-US’ technology, this product can be made available for the low low price of $200, but if you act now, I’ll slash that price in half! One low easy payment of $99.99! What are you waiting for?!” The promoter yelled, and the crowd cheered wildly, stampeding to get next in line to obtain the item. Over the shouts and footsteps you thought that heard the promoter add a disclaimer in a hushed voice, “POKEMON-R-US is not responsible for any Pokemon that forfeit their life after coming in contact with this product. Will not work on Dark Pokemon or Pokemon above level 15.” Interesting… After being almost trampled to death by the crowd you were left with a decision to make, it’s only $100, so I’m sure it wouldn’t be too much pain on your wallet to buy it. Even if you decide not to hand the item over to your employer, this item sounds like it could be useful in and of itself. Sure it may sound a little cruel, but that’s the price to pay for convince, right? Now that the crowd had cleared up a little bit, now you could actually move without having to bump shoulders with the unwashed masses, you saw something that was originally covered. There was a door, labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY, KEEP OUT. TOP SECRET. The promoter that originally gave the whole pitch retreated behind it, and in the brief moment he held the door open, you managed to get a glimpse of a long stairway going down, with purple flashes of light emanating from the bottom. Before any more was revealed, the promoted closed the door promptly, and you heard the lock clinking it, effectively sealing the door. So this was the situation. You could buy the Pain-ball, sure it might be slightly immoral, but you were a former member of Team Rocket for a reason. Besides, that TOP SECRET door with the purple flashes at the bottom was locked, it’s not like a mere human could just walk through a frikken locked door, if you know what I mean. [OOC: this is my first plot, so if it sucks, forgive me? :'( ] |
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| Gourmet.0 | Sep 20 2009, 10:09 AM Post #8 |
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Riley rolled his eyes, hard, batting a hand at the clerk. He was all for being singled out in the middle of a crowd, but when it was for a shady salesman's promotion he did not approve. A few things flew in his mind, but the spy kept them to himself. Riley was deciding to be secretive during this mission. Before he even entered the store he quickly strapped on a fake mustache and white leather gloves on his hands, in case he got finger printed or something. Along with the disguise he also had a white beret with the classic Poke Ball insignia on it in red embroidery. Riley didn't want to be noticed, and he regretted not throwing on a scarf and sunglasses earlier. With a sigh, the trainer decided to make haste on getting down to investigation. Full on detective style Riley had a pen and paper out, taking notes on everything. One thing about this kid is that he was way intent on being super meticulous in his missions. Hence white gloves. To be honest, all he was doing was mapping out the store for a fast escape route, and marking down stuff he could have Lavonne Psybeam in order to make the get away even more bad a. Speak of the ethereal devil, Lavonne was busy getting to work on her part of the mission. The door she singled out was just asking to be phased through, even if it was just a brake room which a crazy rave party was going on in. Lavonne didn't want to move without her tamer's consent, so she started to blurt things out in French. "Hé, regardez ici!" At first Riley didn't pick up on it, to be stealthy and pretend he wasn't with her, but after a bit he locked eyes with the ghost. "Here?" she asked with pantomiming to see if this room was ripe for infiltrating. Riley eyed the door up and down, casually walking towards a self of goods to get a closer look. Purple lights were reason enough for him to nod at his ghostly partner. Having the permission needed to carry on her mission the ghost slipped through the door, just wondering what she'd encounter on the other side. It couldn't be all that bad, but whatever she saw she'd get out and find a way to let her trainer in. Hopefully the two could handle this one alone. |
| killaz | Sep 22 2009, 03:08 PM Post #9 |
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(Request me from now on and I'll continue Graffiti's Plot for you.) After being signalled to investigate Lavonne phased through the "Employee's Only" door and reappeared on the other side. As seen previously there was a long stairway stretching down to the basement where bright flashes could be seen. It seemed apparent that there was no way you could get in there and you had signalled Lavonne to investigate, so she knew you would approve of her investigating. She would start by sneaking down the stairs and seeing if she could get a glance of anything. The staircase wasn't exactly long and it didn't take long to reach the bottom. At the bottom of the stairs there was a single door with "PRIVATE - Do Not Enter Unless Instructed" written on it. The purple flashes flashed constantly through the rims and the cracks in the door. There was no keyhole and with the constant annoyance of flashes there was no way she could get a good view of what was going on on the other side. But thats what being able to phase through objects is for. Using her cunning she phased on through an entered the door. The room was full of machinery, never has there been more beeps and boops in once place. There were no scientists or employers in the room currently, although voices could be heard coming from above. Whatever it was that created the Pain Balls, wasn't in here. Or maybe it was!! Standing in the middle of the room was a Drowzee. He was completely focused on what he was doing and didn't even notice Lavonne slipping in. He was surrounded by pokeballs and was charging them with negative energy, turning he pokeballs a deep shade of purple, with traces of black dotted around. This seemed to be the source of the Pain Balls...a simple Drowzee (HINT HINT catch Drowzees and get free Pain Balls...no I shouldn't be suggesting that, forget I said anything.) Now this Drowzee was enjoying his work so much that he was completely clued out on anything going on. Especially a Stunky that had appeared through a back door that seemed to be squealing and shouting at Lavonne...oh dear. He ran full force at Lavonne and the sudden shock of it all sent Lavonne flying as he pushed her out of the room, up the stairs and back onto the main floor. As Stunky burst the door open the alarm went off. Looks like the door was booby trapped against intruders. The floor manager turned in anger and screamed, "WHO'S POKEMON IS THIS?! SHOW YOURSELF!!" After that he pulled out a pokeball and summoned a Snover. Looks like he wanted to show you who was in charge. Lavonne seems quite dedicated to you. I'm not sure if she would act without your consent so she could take a pummelling. And I find it highly unlikely that you'll avoid battling so why don't you go save her. Prove your loyalties as a trainer...unless you can think of another way to get out of this mess. Opponent ![]() Level 6 37/37 100% Level 6 37/37 94% |
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| Gourmet.0 | Sep 22 2009, 10:05 PM Post #10 |
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The second Lavonne was gone for more than a half minute Riley felt a deep pain in his stomach. Assortments of thoughts ran through his head, worrying over what had happened to his precious miss. Riley contemplated slipping his way into the door for a few seconds, before he heard what sounded like something running and screeching about down the steps. He'd had enough standing by, and knew it was time to act. The trainer quickly stomped toward the door, only to have Lavonne phase right through him and a stinky, ugly Pokémon hit him right onto the ground while pursuing Lavonne. Riley was a bit confused for a few seconds, but figured that it was best to get his mind right. While he was grabbing himself off of the floor, the trainer heard a shouting from the manager of the store, demanding to know who's Pokémon had intruded into a room that was not meant to be intruded upon. In all fairness, Riley and his Pokémon could be making a huge mistake. Only Lavonne knew what was down there, and not being able to tell her trainer exactly what she had seen could possibly be not good. Riley would end up looking like a complete idiot if he assumed bad things were going on beyond that door. With a few thoughts in his head the trainer quickly rushed over to his Pokémon who was now cornered by two other Pokémon. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen, but just in case he yelled out a few things to his Pokémon. "Dans la defense Depit et Vague Psy on..." Riley wasn't all that great on his French the way it was, and the struggle of a quick decision had him too flustered to think right away. His plan on using his dual-language-speaking-ability was so that the other side didn't know what was coming, or who it was aimed at even. "À...Blizzi!" Even if he didn't say it one hundred percent right, Lavonne got his trainer's message: Shoot a Spite and Psywave at Snover if it attacks first. Riley, in a sweat, took a deep breath while resting his hands on his thighs. At that moment, he remembered that the manger was yelling at him before. Now he had to make up some faulty excuse as to why Lavonne would have been in that room. "Those...Poke balls you're selling! I know what's going on, how they abuse Pokémon and make them sterile! I'll have you know I'm working with a whole...investigating team," Riley let out a almost silent "yeah," under his breath to show that his made up organization was totally not legit sounding. "To solve the mystery behind your evil schemes!" He didn't do that usual trainer-bracing-themselves-and-clenching-fists thing, and instead just stood with one hand on his hip and the other across his chest. |
| killaz | Sep 28 2009, 03:04 PM Post #11 |
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You're part...of an investigation team? There aren't many people that would believe that excuse...the manager was also one of those people, he simply laughed in your face. However once you ordered your pokemon to attack in French his expression quickly changed. "What do you think you're doing? Such dirty tactics from a so called investigator." The manager said as he turned to his Snover and begun to issue his own orders. "Snover whatever tricks that ghastly witch tries to pull, I want you to counter. Use a Razer Leaf and then a Powder Snow, make sure you keep your distance." The manager yelled. Hey remember when you said you were part of an investigation team...what if there really was a detective in the store? What if he had pressed a little button in his pocket to order his team to ransack the place? It's a pretty crazy thought but it is possible I promise you. Within a matter of seconds Snover whisked up a powerful wind and leaves began to scatter around him, with his move in place the attack was looking to be deadly. All of a sudden with a smash, the windows burst open and five grown men clad in black entered and started taking all the Pain Balls from the customers. Somewhere from behind you a man stepped forward, he was wearing regular clothing and a black Australian hat...he also had an Australian accent. "We are the PPA - Pokemon Protection Agency. We're confiscating all these items and placing the staff here under arrest. Boys spread out and search. The five men ran through the door and down the staircase hat lead to the room with the Drowzee...the other employees would have a hard time getting out of this. As for the man with the Australien accent he stepped by your side and pulled out a pokeball. "Sorry about the trouble mate, I wasn't expecting anybody else to get involved, I've got the one trooper here. If I can request your assistance I'll be sure to reward you afterwards." The man said as he through his pokeball onto the battlefield. Out came a Zubat that soared forward and took the full brunt of the Razer Leaf for Lavonne...he hardly seemed fazed by it at all. All the shock of what had happened left the manager and his pokemon completely stunned. So stunned that Lavonne spewed out a powerful beam of psychic energy that struck Snover right in the stomach knocking him off of his feet and landing by the manager's. Looks like things have gotten a lot more interesting. With a new battle partner victory's chances looked a lot better. Allies {Lavonne}Level 5 35/35 76% ![]() Level 8 32/39 93%Opponent Level 6 22/37 84% ![]() Level 6 37/37 94%
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