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Post by Blue on Aug 13, 2011 20:59:35 GMT -5
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just wanna kiss just wanna touch put down that cigarette 'n hush
age 15 height 5'1" relationship outfit
Blue finally casted a faint smile upon hearing what he had to say. It was nice to hear that it did matter to him, though apparently not as much as it mattered to her. And of course, hearing that he loved her never hurt either. Aside from Green, she didn't really feel like she had any other human she could trust. She had her mother, yes, but her father had been gone for a long time and wasn't around for her. A majority of other trainers just didn't seem to like her very much, and she could easily reason that it was because she was better than them.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you do care, because I was completely and totally lying," she said to him. Pikachu would look up at Blue and then hop up onto the table. She didn't want to sit on Blue's lap any more because she couldn't see anything down there other than Blue's chest and the bottom of the table.
"It means a lot to me... the night of our first kiss and the day that you finally asked e out. That's why i spent so much time out there looking for a rare pokemon I thought you would like. I never expected to find a Charmander though," she said to him with a smile.
"She does remind me of Charizard back when he was little though."
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Post by Green on Aug 13, 2011 22:12:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
Phew. Now he could finally breathe a breath of relief. It had been so difficult to get the girl's face to shine with a smile once again, but it was worth it. For once today, Green had said something right. He felt a lot more relaxed until her pikachu decided to jump up onto the table. The thought of that yellow mouse being there made him wary. "Your pikachu is crazy, by the way," said the trainer as he kept an eye on the seemingly innocent pokemon.
A charmander was a great pokemon, one that he wouldn't have thought to find in the wild here any more than Blue did. But here one was, apparently, a little female one. Ivysaur would probably make friends with her quickly, she always got excited whenever the boy caught new pokemon. "Charmander... she's perfect, just like someone else I know," Green stuck his tongue out at Blue in a playful manner.
He would have allowed charmander to at least sit with him, if not for the flame on her tail... But when he glanced down at her for a moment, he could see that she was content with sitting on the floor regardless, she had plopped down, and was merely watching the three at the table with curiosity bright in her eyes.
"So, this place looks pretty nice," he never would have thought, in a pokecenter of all places, that there would be such a high class restaurant. "I can't wait to find out what the food is like."
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 13, 2011 23:07:31 GMT -5
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just wanna kiss just wanna touch put down that cigarette 'n hush
age 15 height 5'1" relationship outfit Blue wouldn't ask about what Pikachu had sddone to make Blue think she was crazy. She had kind of neglected to notice the extremity of what he had said and paid more attention to the other things, such as his compliment on her giving him a Charmander and the food of the restaurant.
"The food here is supposed to be pretty good," Blue answered him with a smile. She could finally see herself enjoying today, if she could only put what had happened earlier in the past. It was a bit difficult for her though. It was still on the back of her mind how upset she had been, but at the same time she felt a lot better now to be with him. However, her attention was soon taken by some commotion. The loud clinging of pots pans and plates hitting the ground could be heard from within the kitchen followed by the screams of chefs.
"Get him! Don't let him get away!"
"Thief! Thief! Bring it back!"
It was then that Blue look over Green's shoulder to the kitchen. A Munchlax running out of the kitchen and chefs chasing after him. And to make matters worse, it wasn't just any Munchlax, it was her Munchlax. He ran as quickly as he could to Blue's table, and jumped up into the air with his fat body and stubby legs. He belly flopped on the center of the table right in front of Pikachu.
"LAAAAAX!" He cried out as he stood up and jumped down onto Blue's lap. He dug his face down into her lap hoping she'd protect him from the chefs. And indeed, four chefs with butcher knives, all strong italien men, would gather around the table.
"Give us the Munchlax! It ate a week's worth of food! An entire shipping!" One of the chefs said while waving around his Butcher knife. Blue looked at him confused. He wouldn't try to kill a Munchlax, would he? Especially not her Munchlax!
"No! This Munchlax is mine!"
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Munchlax male | naughty | pickup | FP 46/100 tackle | defense curl | amnesia | lick | recycle | screech Munchlax was captured by Blue in Byzantium City of the Auburn Islands. It had first been weakened by another trainer to the point where it could hardly move, but what caught Blue's interest was the fact that it still wouldn't stay in that boy's pokeball, showing Blue Munchlax's resilience. She decided to take a go at catching it after calming it down and succeeded without much effort.
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Post by Green on Aug 13, 2011 23:34:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
A commotion had started up, Green could hear it coming from behind him. He could see it in Blue's eyes too, that she was interested in whatever it was, staring at the scene unfolding in the area behind his seat. The curiosity caused him to turn his head, he looked over his shoulder and saw a stampede of men, chefs to be more exact, chasing after a single pokemon.
"Don't even tell me..." Green just stopped right there. That pokemon, that munchlax, was no stranger to him. He didn't need to finish his sentence to realize that much. Of course it was Blue's munchlax, and apparently he had gone too far this time with his eating habits.
When munchlax jumped up, he made a mess of their table that was for sure. Knocking cups and candle holders alike all onto the floor. Green was half surprised the table didn't collapse under the fat pokemon's weight. And now they were surrounded by angry chefs... this just got better and better.
"You wouldn't be thinking about killing Munchlax, would you? He already ate the food, can't get it out of him now."
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 13, 2011 23:47:23 GMT -5
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just wanna kiss just wanna touch put down that cigarette 'n hush
age 15 height 5'1" relationship outfit
The truth of the matter was that Blue didn't even know how Munchlax had gotten out of the pokeball. She hadn't released him, that much was for sure, and she hadn't let him out in her room. So could he get out of the pokeball all by himself? Most pokemon couldn't, but maybe Munchlax had some degree of power above a majority of other pokemon, and if that was the case, she realized that Munchlax had allowed himself to be captured in the first place. No wonder it had been able to pop out of Gold's pokeball twice even though it was barely conscious.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about this," she told the men. It was the truth, she hadn't wanted for this to happen and she never would have let Munchlax go into their restaurant and eat all of their food if she could have helped it. It was much too late for that now though.
"Then pay for it!" The head chef said to her. His face was incredibly red, expressing his extreme degree of anger.
"Sorry, a weeks worth of food at this expensive restaurant? I barely have enough money to pay for a meal for me and my boyfriend," Blue said with a shrug of her shoulders. Simply put, there was nothing she could do anymore. However, the man took a step toward Blue and picked her up by her collar. She was pulled upward almost a foot off the ground due to his size difference. Munchlax tumbled off of her lap and onto the ground.
"You will pay or I will kill your pokemon!" He spat in her face.
"But I can't afford it..." Blue would answer.
"Then kill the Munchlax!" The head chef screamed. It was then that Munchlax took off running. The other chefs would then chase after him, their butcherknives raised in the air.
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Post by Green on Aug 14, 2011 0:28:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
"Hey! I don't think so," Green called out to the chefs chasing after munchlax. They had gone too far, threatening his life like that, and don't even think the boy didn't notice one of the men was lifting Blue up by her collar and going so far as to threaten her. He glared at that one, but for the moment worried more about those who might kill an innocent pokemon.
"Charmander, stop those guys with ember."
Charmander female| timid | solar power | Friendship Points: 0/100 scratch | growl | ember | smokescreen | dragon rage | scary face
The fire pokemon practically jumped at the chance. She ran after munchlax and the group of men, and quickly shot a dozen bolts of fire out of her mouth at their backs... to singe them a little, not to hurt them.. well, not that badly.
Green was clearly very angry now. The food here may be good (though it was unlikely he'd ever try it now) but the employees were pathetic. "Put her down and call them off, or Charmander will do worse than a little superficial burn." And he wasn't joking this time.
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 14, 2011 0:39:52 GMT -5
[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg]
just wanna kiss just wanna touch put down that cigarette 'n hush
age 15 height 5'1" relationship outfit
Once they had had been burned by the ember attacks, the chefs would stop chasing after Charmander. They didn't like the pain. Despite the fact that they stopped, Munchlax continued running until he had gone out the door and was now well on his way to Blue and Green's room so that he could get some sleep and forget that all of that had ever happened. Pikachu as well would jump off the table and follow Munchlax to make sure he made it back safely.
"Oh yeah, little boy?" The Chef would say sarcastically to Green. He then tossed Blue to the side, she'd hit the wall hard and fall to the ground, unconscious due to how hard she had slammed against the wall.
"Then I guess I should consider that a challenge!" The chef then lifted his chef hat. On his head was a pokeball.
"Then you and i shall have a pokemon battle! Feel my wrath!" Pokeball, go! The chef said as he threw the pokeball. A light would emit itself from the pokeball and slowly mold into the shape of a pokemon.
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Post by Green on Aug 14, 2011 0:47:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
Charmander female| timid | solar power | Friendship Points: 0/100 scratch | growl | ember | smokescreen | dragon rage | scary face
Green gritted his teeth and said nothing. It was all he could do not to tell charmander right then and there to use dragon rage on the currently defenseless chef. He curled his fingers into fists, tightened them until his nails dug into his palms, all to keep from shouting at the way the chef had handled Blue. He threw her against a wall! What kind of restaurant employee did that?
The female trainer didn't get back up either, she looked hurt and Green wanted to run over to her to make sure she was okay. But this guy was in his way, and apparently accepted his challenge.
As he called forth one of his own pokemon from a pokeball, Green realized he'd lost the opportunity to scare the chef off when he was defenseless. Charmander walked back over to her trainer and took a position in front of him to make sure he didn't get hurt, anticipating the coming battle.
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 14, 2011 1:00:53 GMT -5
Machamp male| brave | no guard | seismic toss | low kick | karate chop | vital throw | wake up slap | scary face The shining light would mold into the shape of a Machamp. It was a tall pokemon with four large and powerful arms. This Machamp was different from others, however. It wore an apron and even had a chef hat. No doubt this Machamp was able to do some cooking, but like all Machamp, it could also do some battling.
"Alright Machamp! Go get that Charmander! Use a Low kick!" The chef called out. Machamp would run to the enemy pokemon, the Charmander, and Aim a low kick right for the pokemon's stomach.
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Post by Green on Aug 14, 2011 1:20:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
Charmander female| timid | solar power scratch | growl | ember | smokescreen | dragon rage | scary face Friendship Points: 0/100
Charmander was kicked in the stomach before she even realized that it was a machamp that had materialized from that pokeball. She was knocked a few feet to the side from the force, but she knew that she had to get back on her feet quickly. Both her new trainer and the one who originally found her the other day were counting on her.
Green gave an order as soon as he saw the lizard pokemon back on her feet. "Charmander, use smokescreen."
She exhaled a dark grey cloud of smoke from her mouth that began to cover the area. Hopefully making it harder now for the machamp to locate her. Charmander stood no chance against him if he was open to physically assault her with punches and kicks, better she hides under a smokescreen cover...
She tried to use the smoke to her advantage, first by getting the hell away from the last spot where her opponent had seen her.
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 14, 2011 1:30:24 GMT -5
Machamp male| brave | no guard | seismic toss | low kick | karate chop | vital throw | wake up slap | scary face The smoke had been spit out by the Charmander making it difficult to see, but this was no problem for Machamp with its No Guard ability. This kept both pokemon in close pursuit. Machamp would never let its opponent out of arms reach, and this would work to Machamps advantage. The kick had done a lot of damage, and Machamp wasn't done just yet.
"You call yourself a trainer?" The chef screamed to Green. "A good Machamp never misses! Machamp! Use Vital Throw!'
The man's words would prove true. Even with the inability to see, Machamp stayed right with Charmander. It reached down with all four of its arms to pick the poor Charmander up. Machamp would then violently throw the Charmander down on the ground the best he could.
"You don't stand a chance against my Machamp! Pay me back for this week and next week's food right this second. If not, I'm taking all of that girl's pokemon to compensate as soon as I wipe the floor with yours!"
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Post by Green on Aug 14, 2011 1:57:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #757bb7] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (idk) TAGGED: (blue) NOTES: (o.o;)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]
Charmander female| timid | solar power scratch | growl | ember | smokescreen | dragon rage | scary face Friendship Points: 0/100
"Char!" she screamed, and slammed into the floor. Charmander was in a lot of pain already, even as she struggled back onto her feet once again. She stumbled slightly but managed to recover before she could fall back onto the floor. This wasn't looking good for her...
Green's expression contorted into a grimace. The smokescreen didn't work, not against the machamp, it could find charmander regardless, no matter where she went. He had to think about what to do... but the damn chef just kept going on and on. "She already told you we don't have that kind of money!" Damn it, this was frustrating.
The trainer bit down on his lip as he sometimes did when he was nervous. Charmander was getting beat up badly, continuing this would just make it worse... but what choice did he have? "Hit him with dragon rage!" he blurted out in the end.
Charmander's eyes began to glow white, a ball of fire began to form in her mouth. She hoped she had a shot at this, because she wasn't sure if she could take any more of a beating... As it grew larger and larger in her mouth, she finally released the fiery energy ball at the machamp.
[/style][style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px][/style] [style=margin-top: 3px; border-top: 1px dashed blue; text-align: center; font-size: 8px]made by gimmick/echo of OtE, TB, and MR[/style] |
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Post by Blue on Aug 14, 2011 2:32:02 GMT -5
Machamp male| brave | no guard | seismic toss | low kick | karate chop | vital throw | wake up slap | scary face "And that is why i must take her Pokemon from her!"
Despite being in the smokescreen, Machamp wasn't going to have much trouble at all. If anything, the hardest thing was breathing, and he could still do that pretty well. In any case, he'd fight to obey every order of his trainer to the best of his ability. Machamp was a powerful pokemon after all, and it didn't seem like this Charmander was very trained either.
Perhaps it would be best if the chef kept to the law and did this legally, but he didn't even want to. He was too impatient for the law to settle this affair. However, he was soon taken by shock as the Charmander prepared a large fireball. The fireball would shoot at Machamp at full force.
"CHAAAAM!" Machamp said as the fireball brushed past his face. Itw was a powerful attack, though one Machamp could handle. Machamp would quickly begin to wipe his face off. The attack had caused some damage, but overall he was okay.
"You can't hurt my Machamp. Not with that puny thing," the chef called out. "Machamp! Now use Seismic toss!"
Machamp nod to his trainer and reach forward to the Charmander. He'd grab the pokemon, and with his full might throw it up at the ceiling.
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Post by Green on Aug 15, 2011 0:08:24 GMT -5
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Charmander female| timid | solar power scratch | growl | ember | smokescreen | dragon rage | scary face FP: 0/100
At first, Green had almost taken to thinking that the battle was turning in he and charmander's favor. Fat chance of that. Her move had barely scorched the fighting type, and then the next second she was being tossed into the air.
"No, Charmander!" the trainer cried out, watching as the little lizard pokemon was thrown upward. Her back smashed into the ceiling and she seemed to remain up against it, twitching for a few seconds, before gravity pulled her back down to the restaurant floor. Upon impact, the fire pokemon was already unconscious.
Green tapped the button on charmander's pokeball to call her back inside. The red light formed around her and pulled her into the pokeball. Defeated in battle, but not yet ready to give up, the teenager watched the chef to see what he would do now.
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Post by Blue on Aug 15, 2011 1:25:58 GMT -5
Machamp male| brave | no guard | seismic toss | low kick | karate chop | vital throw | wake up slap | scary face The pokemon, Charmander, had been defeated now. That part of the battle was over. All that was left now was Machamp, meaning that the chef could do whatever it was he wanted. He had really gotten a thrill out of that battle. It wasn't often that he got to battle like this.
"I changed my mind. I don't want your pokemon. You're the one protecting her right now, so I can only imagine how weak her Pokemon are. I have no use for weak Pokemon," the man said. He turned to Blue. She still looked out cold. He had underestimated his own strength apparently and hurt her more than he intended. Now that he was cooling down, he felt a bit bad for that.
"To make it up to me, the two of you and your pokemon will be washing dishes this week and next. Is that a deal?" He asked Green.
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