@Sanguine Rose
Thankfully, the kid wasn't bawling for losing the battle. "It's fine miss. Pa says that this how it goes. Still sucks though." The kid went off to go watch the remaining matches taking place.
Well, at least Faye wasn't feeling to hung up about beating little kids in a Pokemon battle. Also, she isn't getting money from these battles because taking money kindergarteners after beating their Pokemon is even more fucked up. Now to the battle at hand.
Not only did Sage's Growl lower its attack stat, but it also intimidated the Dark-Type so much that it could not even to have even missed its moves because it froze in place out of sheer fear. Apparently, Sage made an expression so fierce and a growl so guttural that no one would have expected it to come from something as adorable as an Eevee that it scared the Nicket that it could not follow through with its trainer's orders nor did it seem to be in a state of mind that it could listen to orders at the moment.
If Faye were to order Sage to use a move, the next one would land automatically unless the Nicket broke out of this state next turn. However, the Nicket failed and got dirt and sand kicked into its eyes from Sage's Sand Attack. The Pokemon yipped and as it pawed at its eyes to get the debris out of its eyes Sage steamrolled in and tackles it with a very hard hit, sending it flying back and skidding on its feet. It looked like it took some hefty damage, but it looked like it could go still.
"Don't give up! Just keep using Tail Whip and Quick Attack!" Second verse same as the first. What does Faye order Sage to do?
@Zarkun
The bug-maniac saw the confusion on Jason's face and said, "The Scyther population was hit the hardest in Starbor. Very few people see the potential that Bug-Types such as Ariados and Beedrill hold, but I must admit, Scyther and their evolutions are incredibly powerful. In fact, in terms of stats they average out to the same total, but their utility is totally different."
Meanwhile, as Connor looked around the area it was plain to see his discomfort looking at the webs and the occasional yellow incarnate of rage with needles for hands flying by. For a guy that looked like he was ripped out of John Ford western, he sure didn't seem to match the way he appeared.
By the way, as Jason looked at the trees closer around him, he actually found quite a few deep cuts. Actually, on closer inspection they look fresh and not fresh as in they were cut like a few hours ago, but as in there was actually still wood dust clinging around these marks. If he were to take a guess, they must've flown through this area only a few minutes ago or perhaps, even still here.
@samreaper
Tristan was led to what could be described as a large shed with a couple of windows. The farmhand tapped on the glass of one of the windows and soon followed by the sound of the door unlocked. When it opened up, a friendly looking man with a bulbous nose and a pretty hefty stomach was standing there. He was dressed pretty similarly to everyone else on the farm as well.
"Hey Billy, what can I do you for?" He asked.
"Hey Hurly, the boss hired someone to investigate what's going on and he wants to see the camera footage."
The man arched his brow as he looked down at the fashionably dressed young man with boots that do not match the rest of his dress. "He hired a kid? Things must be pretty desperate if he's going that far, but hey, if you want to look I'll show you. Don't expect it to help though." He motioned for both Billy and Tristan to come in.
Surprisingly, the inside of the shed was pretty okay. The temperature was well regulated, so it was comfortably cool inside, it was well lit, and there were some amenities such as a mini fridge in the area, but the main interest was what was on the other side of the room. There were five flat screen monitors on a desk; three on the desk itself and two on the shelf it came with. On the screens there was footage of currently what was happening on the farm.
Hurly motioned for the two to come over to the set up. "Alright, I'll show you, but uh, I don't think you'll find much." What he shows was footage of the nights when the eggs were stolen, which ranged from the fields to the barns and other buildings around the farm. A few weeks' worth of footage. What exactly does Tristan look for in the footage?
@Lunarlord34
Yeah, those anger issues definitely run in the family although compared to Freya's icy rage, Kapoc's was much more expressive visually and far more violent if that kick was any indication. At least she didn't get that annoyed look from Freya when Steph caught herself from calling her elder brother a quack.
Basil actually was gently leading the two girls away from the scene of what would appear to be a violent crime perpetrated by a certain bogan redhead. The people who were watching what happened gave her a wide berth, whispering and muttering to each other about the strangeness of the scene though they were referring to Cedric, who is better known as Professor Kapoc, was taking care of the scene. While they walked away, he took the Sneasel off Freya's hands and carried the poor thing himself. He had actually taken off his jacket and had it draped over the Pokemon in an attempt to make it more comfortable.
Without that jacket though, Steph would see that this guy was heavily tatted. He didn't just have a few tattoos, but two sleeves of black geometric tattoos contrasting his fair skin that went from his wrists to what she could assume to be his shoulder. Along with his many piercings, and white hair he looked like someone's edgy OC except he had a very friendly demeanor and those yellow doe eyes made him look much softer. Actually, now that she got a good look at him, she would probably realize that he really wasn't that much older than her and yet, he had an air of experience around him for someone his age.
"Pokemon are pretty resilient. Under normal circumstances, it probably would've been okay, but uh, judging by the burn marks and the smell of smog it was already weakened." He glanced at the Litwick sitting on Steph's shoulder with a knowing look, but also wondering how the fire on its head hasn't set her hair on fire yet. "It's really not as uncommon as you would think. There are a lot of people that treat Pokemon as if they are disposable if they think they are no longer usable or if a specific kind becomes out of fashion. Not just teams like Cypher or petty criminals, but normal people are capable of being monsters."
His face darkened as if he spoke from experience though it wasn't something like the pure rage that Kapoc had demonstrated earlier. It was a bit more complicated than that, something that went beyond anger or sadness though it seemed like he forced it back with a smile. "But I'm thankful that there are people like you two that can get angry and actually do something about it.
Freya shrugged in response to the compliment. "Nah, the one who deserves the credit is Steph. She's the one who actually caught the guy though God damn, I didn't expect you to be that brutal. Then again, Cedric soccer kicked his head so I can't really say that it's just you."
What was it about her that violent people seem to just appear in her life?
Eventually they arrive at one of the many parks at the city since it seemed like there was no Pokemon Center in this area. Basil laid the Sneasel down on a bench and slung down his backpack, which really looked like it had reached the end of its life but was being held together by a bunch of patches. It looked like it was begging for the sweet release of death.
He turned to the tall girl and said, "Okay, can you bandage her knuckles, Fre-" Even before he could finish his sentence, she was already wrapping bandages around Steph's hands. He had completely forgotten how much of a busy body she actually was. Meanwhile, he turned his attention to the unconscious Sneasel and examined its head. From what he could tell, there was no severe damage and that it was simply knocked out. He rummaged through his bag to pull out a spiky yellow capsule.
"Funny thing about Revives, they don't really heal Pokemon., said Basil, "They're adrenergic drugs, basically capsules meant to mimic the functions of sympathetic nervous system. If a human consumes one, they'll probably die of a heart attack due to the potency, but Pokemon have been shown to have such a high resistance that it will simply wake up. Still, don't feed your Pokemon more than one unless you want to rush them to an ER." While this came out of nowhere, it was more advice to Steph to be careful with these things.
He propped the Sneasel's head up and opened its mouth, dropping the Max Revive in its mouth and luckily it swallowed it. The next thing they knew, the Sneasel's eyes shot open, and its pupils were dilated from the stimulation of the medicine. It looked at Basil and then saw the two very familiar girls with a look of absolute panic and confusion.
Thankfully, the kid wasn't bawling for losing the battle. "It's fine miss. Pa says that this how it goes. Still sucks though." The kid went off to go watch the remaining matches taking place.
Well, at least Faye wasn't feeling to hung up about beating little kids in a Pokemon battle. Also, she isn't getting money from these battles because taking money kindergarteners after beating their Pokemon is even more fucked up. Now to the battle at hand.
Not only did Sage's Growl lower its attack stat, but it also intimidated the Dark-Type so much that it could not even to have even missed its moves because it froze in place out of sheer fear. Apparently, Sage made an expression so fierce and a growl so guttural that no one would have expected it to come from something as adorable as an Eevee that it scared the Nicket that it could not follow through with its trainer's orders nor did it seem to be in a state of mind that it could listen to orders at the moment.
If Faye were to order Sage to use a move, the next one would land automatically unless the Nicket broke out of this state next turn. However, the Nicket failed and got dirt and sand kicked into its eyes from Sage's Sand Attack. The Pokemon yipped and as it pawed at its eyes to get the debris out of its eyes Sage steamrolled in and tackles it with a very hard hit, sending it flying back and skidding on its feet. It looked like it took some hefty damage, but it looked like it could go still.
"Don't give up! Just keep using Tail Whip and Quick Attack!" Second verse same as the first. What does Faye order Sage to do?
@Zarkun
The bug-maniac saw the confusion on Jason's face and said, "The Scyther population was hit the hardest in Starbor. Very few people see the potential that Bug-Types such as Ariados and Beedrill hold, but I must admit, Scyther and their evolutions are incredibly powerful. In fact, in terms of stats they average out to the same total, but their utility is totally different."
Meanwhile, as Connor looked around the area it was plain to see his discomfort looking at the webs and the occasional yellow incarnate of rage with needles for hands flying by. For a guy that looked like he was ripped out of John Ford western, he sure didn't seem to match the way he appeared.
By the way, as Jason looked at the trees closer around him, he actually found quite a few deep cuts. Actually, on closer inspection they look fresh and not fresh as in they were cut like a few hours ago, but as in there was actually still wood dust clinging around these marks. If he were to take a guess, they must've flown through this area only a few minutes ago or perhaps, even still here.
@samreaper
Tristan was led to what could be described as a large shed with a couple of windows. The farmhand tapped on the glass of one of the windows and soon followed by the sound of the door unlocked. When it opened up, a friendly looking man with a bulbous nose and a pretty hefty stomach was standing there. He was dressed pretty similarly to everyone else on the farm as well.
"Hey Billy, what can I do you for?" He asked.
"Hey Hurly, the boss hired someone to investigate what's going on and he wants to see the camera footage."
The man arched his brow as he looked down at the fashionably dressed young man with boots that do not match the rest of his dress. "He hired a kid? Things must be pretty desperate if he's going that far, but hey, if you want to look I'll show you. Don't expect it to help though." He motioned for both Billy and Tristan to come in.
Surprisingly, the inside of the shed was pretty okay. The temperature was well regulated, so it was comfortably cool inside, it was well lit, and there were some amenities such as a mini fridge in the area, but the main interest was what was on the other side of the room. There were five flat screen monitors on a desk; three on the desk itself and two on the shelf it came with. On the screens there was footage of currently what was happening on the farm.
Hurly motioned for the two to come over to the set up. "Alright, I'll show you, but uh, I don't think you'll find much." What he shows was footage of the nights when the eggs were stolen, which ranged from the fields to the barns and other buildings around the farm. A few weeks' worth of footage. What exactly does Tristan look for in the footage?
@Lunarlord34
Yeah, those anger issues definitely run in the family although compared to Freya's icy rage, Kapoc's was much more expressive visually and far more violent if that kick was any indication. At least she didn't get that annoyed look from Freya when Steph caught herself from calling her elder brother a quack.
Basil actually was gently leading the two girls away from the scene of what would appear to be a violent crime perpetrated by a certain bogan redhead. The people who were watching what happened gave her a wide berth, whispering and muttering to each other about the strangeness of the scene though they were referring to Cedric, who is better known as Professor Kapoc, was taking care of the scene. While they walked away, he took the Sneasel off Freya's hands and carried the poor thing himself. He had actually taken off his jacket and had it draped over the Pokemon in an attempt to make it more comfortable.
Without that jacket though, Steph would see that this guy was heavily tatted. He didn't just have a few tattoos, but two sleeves of black geometric tattoos contrasting his fair skin that went from his wrists to what she could assume to be his shoulder. Along with his many piercings, and white hair he looked like someone's edgy OC except he had a very friendly demeanor and those yellow doe eyes made him look much softer. Actually, now that she got a good look at him, she would probably realize that he really wasn't that much older than her and yet, he had an air of experience around him for someone his age.
"Pokemon are pretty resilient. Under normal circumstances, it probably would've been okay, but uh, judging by the burn marks and the smell of smog it was already weakened." He glanced at the Litwick sitting on Steph's shoulder with a knowing look, but also wondering how the fire on its head hasn't set her hair on fire yet. "It's really not as uncommon as you would think. There are a lot of people that treat Pokemon as if they are disposable if they think they are no longer usable or if a specific kind becomes out of fashion. Not just teams like Cypher or petty criminals, but normal people are capable of being monsters."
His face darkened as if he spoke from experience though it wasn't something like the pure rage that Kapoc had demonstrated earlier. It was a bit more complicated than that, something that went beyond anger or sadness though it seemed like he forced it back with a smile. "But I'm thankful that there are people like you two that can get angry and actually do something about it.
Freya shrugged in response to the compliment. "Nah, the one who deserves the credit is Steph. She's the one who actually caught the guy though God damn, I didn't expect you to be that brutal. Then again, Cedric soccer kicked his head so I can't really say that it's just you."
What was it about her that violent people seem to just appear in her life?
Eventually they arrive at one of the many parks at the city since it seemed like there was no Pokemon Center in this area. Basil laid the Sneasel down on a bench and slung down his backpack, which really looked like it had reached the end of its life but was being held together by a bunch of patches. It looked like it was begging for the sweet release of death.
He turned to the tall girl and said, "Okay, can you bandage her knuckles, Fre-" Even before he could finish his sentence, she was already wrapping bandages around Steph's hands. He had completely forgotten how much of a busy body she actually was. Meanwhile, he turned his attention to the unconscious Sneasel and examined its head. From what he could tell, there was no severe damage and that it was simply knocked out. He rummaged through his bag to pull out a spiky yellow capsule.
"Funny thing about Revives, they don't really heal Pokemon., said Basil, "They're adrenergic drugs, basically capsules meant to mimic the functions of sympathetic nervous system. If a human consumes one, they'll probably die of a heart attack due to the potency, but Pokemon have been shown to have such a high resistance that it will simply wake up. Still, don't feed your Pokemon more than one unless you want to rush them to an ER." While this came out of nowhere, it was more advice to Steph to be careful with these things.
He propped the Sneasel's head up and opened its mouth, dropping the Max Revive in its mouth and luckily it swallowed it. The next thing they knew, the Sneasel's eyes shot open, and its pupils were dilated from the stimulation of the medicine. It looked at Basil and then saw the two very familiar girls with a look of absolute panic and confusion.
