@MissCapnCrunch Er I was planning on making a girl (finally found a faceclaim xD) but seeing the disparity now.... would you rather I tried for a guy, or should I just plow through with the girl idea?
“Devi, push through and retaliate with a Bite!” Leisy called, remembering that Ghost-types were weak against Dark-type attacks. Leaping up, the Larvitar confronted the levitating Duskull midair and opened its jaws wide, biting down on what seemed like nothing (dark, 10 CP). The Ghost-type’s reaction to the attack, however, showed that the attack was anything but.
"That's good to hear," Kenza remarked, examining the wooden tray closely before snapping it in half. Brittle -- but worth a shot, she thought, setting down one half of the plate and breaking the other in half again, then again, until she had a thin piece the size of a small stick in her hands. Walking over to the door, Kenza put the piece up to the lock and slid it in, poking around for something.
A latch? A hole? she thought, frowning as she thought of possibilities. Behind her, Mistletoe was sharing her life's story. Kenza listened quietly as the girl spoke, attempting to work on the lock as she did so. At first nothing happened, irritating Kenza. Giving the stick another hearty stab, Kenza found it snapping in her hands.
"I'm out," she said with a sigh, backing up to give Mistletoe a try with the other small piece she'd snapped off earlier. "As for my past... Survival was a big part of it. I left home early and met a hunter who took me in and trainer me. When I learned enough, I went my own way and sought my own fortunes -- all that good stuff," she said, frowning and rolling the half of the stick around with her fingers. "Nothing exciting. You yourself, Derrick?"
“Bidein, good job!” Leisy called, feeling a flood of pride when the Fletchling shrugged off the enemy Ekan’s attack with little more than a flick of its wings. Looking to Ella, Leisy figured that the girl’s earlier hesitance to continue the battle had gone away. Let’s make the most of this, Ella, Leisy thought, turning to her Fletchling.
“Bidein, come on back,” Leisy shouted, withdrawing the Flying-type and picking out another Pokeball from her bag. “C’mon out, Devinco!” Leisy shouted as the Larvitar landed on both feet in the battlefield. “Let’s start off with a Rock Slide!”
The Larvitar nodded at his trainer before leaping into the air, landing with a thud that stirred up a wave of rock and dirt that rushed towards the opposing Ekans (Rock, 10).
Cillian followed behind Juana with his eyes trained on the Scraggy at his side. Although the Pokemon had appeared rather proud at first, it was now behaving rather well — amazingly well, in fact. Am I just that good of a trainer? Cillian thought with a grin as he entered the electronic appliance store behind Juana. “Are, uh, buying something here?” he asked, looking around at the rather large appliances. Surely the group had no need for a television — one that definitely didn’t look portable — or a lawn mower? He was in the middle of staring down an interesting-looking washing machine when he heard a slam. Looking up, Cillian spotted Juana confronting a big box that appeared to be, well, a refrigerator.
“I don’t suppose the fridge attacked you, Juana?” Cillian joked, walking over. He immediately wished he could take back his words when the fridge floated up and started drifting around the room. “Alright, I’m done,” he said, eyes wide. Looking around, Cillian noticed that the other appliances appeared to be just as lively — quite literally. “Scraggy, lend me a hand and knock that fan back down, would you?”
The Scraggy nodded, leaping forwards and landing a Low Kick on the appliance that sent it clanging back to the store floor. As the fan skidded to a halt, the fridge started back up. “What is wrong with your shop?” Cillian asked increduously, looking at the owner briefly before giving chase to Juana and the runaway fridge.
A short while later, Juana managed to nab the appliance-hopping Pokemon with a Great Ball. The Pokemon turned out to be a Rotom, which Cillian pulled out his Pokedex to clarify. “Huh. Well now I’m glad there weren’t many Ghost-types around where I’d grown up,” he said, following Nylah back to the store. “Are we going to hit up a grocery store and pick up some bread then?” Cillian asked upon hearing Juana’s comment about a free toaster. “Congrats on the Rotom though. How many Pokemon is that now? Six? Seven?”
“Naunet, you alright?” Leisy called, alarmed as the Water-type stood back up after taking the Poison-type Pokemon’s blast of toxic liquid that sizzled on the floor where it’d landed. Seeing her Piplup wince but prepare to fight again, Leisy frowned. In a real battle, this would be the moment she’d switch out her Pokemon, wouldn’t it? Having an injured Pokemon was better than having a fainted Pokemon. “Good job, Naunet,” Leisy said, returning her Pokemon and swapping her Pokeball out for another. “Bidein, Quick Attack!”
The Fletchling flew into action, darting towards the opposing Poison-type and smashing into her with his beak (Normal, 10 CP).
“You can do it, Naunet!” Leisy cheered as her Piplup held her ground despite the onslaught of dark energy from the opposing Pokemon’s Payback. The Dark-type attack seemed stronger than normal — because its power doubles if the user took damage earlier that turn, Leisy realized. The attack sent the Piplup flying back a short distance, alarming Leisy, but she relaxed slightly when she saw the penguin Pokemon land on her feet.
“Good job, Naunet!” Leisy shouted when Ella returned her Inkay. The Psychic-Dark type had grown strong quickly, easily taking down Leisy’s Gastly. However, she was glad to see that her Piplup — and, by extension, Fletchling — were still stronger. At least this proves that I’m not a total slacker of a trainer, Leisy thought as Ella threw out her Trubbish. The green Poison-type looked a little worried, making Leisy hesitate briefly, but she figured that holding back during a training match would be hurting both sides more than helping them.
“Naunet, let’s start it off with a Brine!” Leisy called to her Pokemon. The Piplup nodded before launching a jet of water at the Trubbish.
@hekazu Going to be tagging you like this pretty often to throw questions at you. This time, it's:
Would it be possible for Kenza/Mistletoe to open the cell door with pieces of the wooden tray? Depending on the type of wood and how brittle it's become with mold, it could still be enough to stick into and maneuver the lock so that it opens. However, you're the GM and I have no idea what kind of call to make so I'm passing the ball to you xD