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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 5, 2011 21:37:52 GMT -5
Letting out a very heavy sigh, Thomas glanced around the Endless Plains. His entire Party were out of their Pokeballs and Tom smiled at the group. Munchlax, Beartic, Makuhita, Starly, Oshawott and Buizel...if Buizel was swapped with Phanpy, that would be Tom's standard team. The one he'd use the most often. And he had to admit, when that team would Fully Evolve, they'd be pretty darn powerful. Tumtum sat by Thomas, resting on his trainers shoulder while Aquila pestered Suma by pecking him then flying off. Princess wasn't around, so Aquila had no one to talk to, thus why she had resorted to pestering Suma. Kumajiro rested behind Thomas, not minding his large gut being used as a back rest. Trip and Blue ran and chased each other in a friendly game of tag. Thomas was glad to have such a friendly and family-like team. |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 6, 2011 1:00:15 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]It's hopeless. He's never talking to me again. He probably thinks I'm some freak. Eros was thinking to himself as he kept his hands tucked into his pockets and transcended the Great Plains. It been a couple of weeks now since he'd planted that kiss on his exbestfriend Thomas; the two hadn't seen each other since. Stupid. Stupid.
Finding himself with a slight crush on Raize Phoenix had helped take his mind off of the Thomas situation, but the fact still remained that Eros missed his best friend. "I wonder what he's been up to," Eros said aloud, stopping to look up at a single cloud rolling by in the sky. He began walking again, stopping some three minutes later after seeing the figures in the distance ahead, romping around with one another before their trainer. The young man was undeniable.
"Should I... go talk to him?" Eros inquired aloud but to no one in particular, save for the six Premier Balls decorating his waist. Eros rubbed his arm, wrinkling the red flannel sleeve that covered it. He kept walking forward, not knowing if Thomas would see him or acknowledge him.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 6, 2011 2:23:44 GMT -5
Tumtum had fallen asleep and because of that, Thomas felt the need to stand up. Stretching to wake himself up, Blue rushed over to him with Trip, well, tripping as he tried to catch up. Blue laughed then rushed back to help the hero-like Oshawott up. Thomas smiled and looked around the Plains before noticing something, someone, off in the distance. It was Eros...Ever since that night of drinking, Thomas didn't know what to think. He didn't mind that Eros was into guys, hell, his own sister was a lesbian, but he hadn't know about it and it had been a very blunt way of being told about it.
He missed his friend though...quite a bit.
Whistling sharply, something he had learned from having to herd Mareeps, Thomas waved to Eros. "You, you sloppy kisser, over here!" Thomas called out playfully. Yes he had been upset, but he was mostly over it. He was more surprised than anything, but he could put that behind him if it meant getting his best friend back.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 7, 2011 17:02:42 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Hearing the sharp sound of the two-finger whistle, Eros looked up from the ground and looked over at Thomas Faye; he didn't appreciate the nickname too much. Eros knew that he kissed like a prince, and in no way, shape, form or fashion were they sloppy.
With his hands still tucked into his pockets the aspiring coordinator headed Thomas's way, slowly but surely. He didn't feel uneasy around the Pokemon because... well... hopefully they recognized him and knew better than to attack. "Yeah?" Eros said, standing there and trying not to show too many emotions.
There were two sides to this story. Thomas's side told the story of a boy caught off-guard by another boy with a kiss on the lips. But Eros's story told one of a hurt boy whose best friend left him sitting alone on the mountain in the dead of night and then avoided him for about two weeks. He missed Thomas, but Eros wasn't exactly jumping through hoops to return to the french farmhand's good graces either.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 7, 2011 22:16:38 GMT -5
All the loud noises had awoken Tom's Munchlax. Tumtum saw Eros, and having not spotted the boys Skarmory, was happy to see the blond. Springing up, Tumtum rushed over to Eros and gave him a playful hug. He really was too friendly. The rest recognized him, but didn't act on it as much as Tumtum had. And while Tom glanced at him, he noticed he too must of had a shitty past few weeks thanks to the Mountain. For as shocked and surprised as Thomas had been, Eros must have either felt bad, or felt crushed that his friend had just left.
"Hey Eros...been awhile, eh?" Tom greeted, with a slightly in-thought face. With a little sigh, Thomas looked down, then back to his friend. "Listen, about what happened at the Mountain...You just really[/b] caught me off guard. I mean...I didn't even know that you liked guys. Guess people are right, I must be pretty oblivious"[/color] Tom explained, sneaking in a little laugh at the end. "Guess...I shouldn't have stayed away from you for so long, sorry 'bout that" Tom confessed, looking away from his friend, a bit ashamed of himself.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 8, 2011 22:14:12 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Eros almost fell to the ground under Tumtum's gargantuan weight. Imagine when he became a Snorlax; there would certainly be no more running hugs.
Thomas began to vomit at the mouth all of the feelings that he'd probably been bottling up since that night. Going on and on about how he was caught off guard and oblivious to the fact that his good friend even liked boys, Thomas ended it all with saying that he was sorry. "Guess I'm sorry too then," Wakefield said not too enthusiastically. Deciding to still be a little bitchy about the situation, he sighed. "You overreacted, you know that? You fell all over me piss drunk and speaking French. If you can't hold your liquor, maybe we shouldn't drink together, yeah?"[/style] |
[style=font-size:9px; font-weight:bold;]THE LINES BY COMATOSE @ OTE[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 9, 2011 20:45:37 GMT -5
Tom could tell Eros wasn't very pleased. It was both blatantly obvious and noticeable in how he spoke. Thomas hadn't thought of himself as selfish, but he was beginning to think that maybe he was. He had been thinking about how that day had effected him, not Eros. Eros seemed just as upset as he himself had. Thomas would need to change that about himself. He also hoped that just in today he could make it up to Eros, somehow.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Thomas looked away briefly. "Well...I can usually hold it....Just, guess I did get out of hand. Je suis désolé mon ami" Tom spoke sheepishly. He didn't know what else to say after that. He was very sorry and he hadn't meant to do anything to make Eros kiss him. They needed something to get them back in the swing of their friendship. Maybe something that was nostalgic to them...like something to remind them of when they met. "Hey Eros, what would you say to a battle? Not like our first one though. I don't think Tumtum really liked that battle against Skarmory" Thomas laughed, hoping his friend would accept.
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 10, 2011 19:04:36 GMT -5
[atrb=style, width:100px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:100px; margin-bottom:-12px;][/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Okay then, that's that. He's done enough apologizing, Wakefield decided in his head as Thomas finally admitted that maybe he'd had a little too much to drink that night. "And I'm sorry for kissing you. Maybe I was misreading signals... okay, certainly I misread signals. Now I know where we stand - just friends." And just like that, a clear cut definition of the relationship had been written up. Good friends, best friends even, but not romantic partners.
And then Thomas proposed a battle. Something to get their minds off of the past and move on with their best feet forward, no doubt. Eros looked at the Munchlax, remembering the battle that Thomas was referring to. "Fine," he chuckled, "you're on. But just so Tumtum doesn't end up fighting Skarmory alone again, let's make it a double battle. Fun, right?"[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 12, 2011 23:51:05 GMT -5
Tumtum Training
 
Suma Scrapping Still rubbing his neck, Thomas felt bad. He must have really been gone for having given off those kinds of signals. He didn't know what to say, but luckily Eros moved their discussion along, replying to Thomas's want for a battle. Hopefully it wouldn't be like their first battle. Thomas hadn't faired well then, and he doubted he would if Skarmory was used again. When Eros proposed a double battle, Tom smiled and nodded. He had a good partner for Tumtum. Someone who would love the training as well. "Suma, come here buddy. How'd you like to team up with Tumtum and battle my bestest buddy Eros and his team?" Tom asked. The Makuhita looked to Eros and smiled. Punching his glove/paws together, he bowed to the other boy. He was always willing to fight and this would be some good training. |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 14, 2011 0:52:12 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Eros smiled at the Pokemon before turning around beginning to create distance between him and Thomas for the field. As he walked, he went ahead and reached around his yellow belt, unhooking two Premier Balls containing the duo he'd be using this afternoon. The two had been practicing a routine earlier with Eros's new boyfriend as the audience, so their battle chemistry should prove good too. I wonder how Thomas would feel if I told him about Rai...
Finally far away now, Eros turned around and faced the opposition. "Let's go, time to show off!" he called out as he tossed the two balls into the air, letting them cross one another before popping open and revealing Mothim and Squirtle! They each recited their own names, staring down the Munchlax and Mukahita duo before them. Squirtle! the little turtle called out, telling Mothim about how the opponents came nowhere near as close to being and handsome as they were.
"So we're ready to start then, yeah?" Eros called out, deciding to let Thomas take the first move this go round.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 14, 2011 17:27:52 GMT -5
Taking up position a few feet back, Thomas waited for his friend to get into position and call out his Pokemon. When the Mothim and Squirtle came out, Tom noticed Suma get a bit upset after Squirtle called out. Tumtum rushed over to him and patted him. "Settle down, don't lose your cool" Tumtum told the fighter. "Let me at him!" Suma said, stomping his feet on the ground in frustration.
Nodding to Eros, Tom watched Tumtum line up toward the Mothim and Suma at Squirtle. Apparently the Makuhita really wanted to harm the Water type. "Okay guys, let's start this off....Tumtum, Thunderbolt! Suma, Sand-Attack and then Arm Thrust" Thomas ordered. Tumtum's body glowed with a yellowish hue before firing out the Thunderbolt toward the Mothim. As the Thunderbolt fired through the air, Suma kicked up some dirt and then waddled ran at the Squirtle, thrusting his arms outward at it.
Thunderbolt has a 30% chance of Paralysing, so a 1-3= paralysed if it hits [dice=10]
Arm Thrust hits 2-5 times, so whatever the roll is, +1 is how many strikes it delvers if it hits [dice=4][rand=7034471617080271136708891019225121881944937631487814922627387568355]
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 14, 2011 18:01:32 GMT -5
[atrb=style, width:100px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:100px; margin-bottom:-12px;][/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]And the battle was on! Eros couldn't tell what the extra fire under Makuhita's butt was attributed to; perhaps all fighting-types were just naturally driven in such a way. "Evasive tactics, go!" Eros watched as his Mothim began to flutter out of the way, but the extremely quick burst of lightening zapped Mothim dead-on. He paused for a second in the sky, trying to recover from the jolt of electricity surging through him.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Squirtle had been terrified to see his battle partner zapped. So much so that he forgot about trying to get out of the way of his own attack. Afraid he couldn't dodge in time, he used Withdraw. Hiding away in his shell, he felt the the palm thrusts against his shell knock him back a little. "Quick, use Rain Dance!" Squirtle's shell jigged a little as he performed a cha cha within it before crowning and firing off a light blue orb into the sky. In an instant, the day was transformed from bright and sunny to downpour.
Mothim, finally feeling the lesser effects of Thunderbolt, was ready to go again after a few moments of resting. "Show Mukahita your Psychic attack!" Mothim nodded; he'd much rather target the Munchlax, but his trainer's orders took priority. Mothim's eyes glowed pink in the rain as a blast of visible energy was sent headed for the gloved boxer Pokemon.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 15, 2011 21:10:05 GMT -5
Thomas smiled brightly seeing Tumtum deliver such a nice Thunderbolt. Despite it not being a STAB attack, it was still Super-Effective. As the attack fired out and finished, Tumtum sprung up and down happily. He was rightfully proud of himself. "Great job Tumtum, now u-" Tom was about to order, but having his attention grabbed by Suma attacking the Withdrawn Squirtle that was shimmying, Tom thought for a second. Suma went to deliver more Arm Thrusts, but Tom called him off.
"Suma, wait!" Tom called out. Suma stopped and snarled before looking back to Thomas, then getting hit by the Psychic attack. Rolling back like a ball, Suma slowly got up. That had hurt, a lot. Thomas and Tumtum knew he was close to being done. "Okay Suma, you can do this, use Tumtum's Thunderbolt as cover and focus on Mothim. Use Rock Slide!" Tom ordered. The Fighting type was breathing heavily now. Tumtum then fired off another electrical bolt that Suma ran behind after having grabbed out a large bolder from the ground. With any luck, after the Thunderbolt, the Rock Slide would come in.
[dice=10] Thunderbolt - 1-3, paralysed if it hits[rand=136812768643721949285469525493681386697654379531740010564483236521482]
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 17, 2011 15:39:45 GMT -5
[atrb=style, width:100px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:100px; margin-bottom:-12px;][/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]A smile could be seen of Eros's face after Mothim's attack successfully landed on Suma. His brown hair was wet from the rain and plastered onto his face; he used both his hands to push it all back, allowing him visibility of the battle field once more. Squirtle was still in his shell and Mothim was slightly struggling to fly, thanks to having wet wings.
Thomas's combination of Electric and Rock aimed at Mothim was a scary thought. He was wet, and everyone knows that water conducts electricity thanks to them stating it over and over again in the anime. That damage from the boulder coming at him was just too much of a risk for Eros. "Protect yourself, Mothim!" he shouted out through the rain and his bug Pokemon allowed its wings to fold over its body. After that, Mothim would become encased in what looked like a green, energy cocoon. The Protect attack was just in time, sparing Mothim from the harsh attack.
"Now Squirtle, time to play jump rope!" Squirtle knew this command - it was a simple coded call that was used in coordination practices. First, Squirtle's shell spun slowly. Then faster and faster until eventually it was ricocheting around like a pinball ball. Closely following the Rapid Spin was the sporting of Water Gun from each orifice in Squirtle's shell. Eros knew that the jet streams would be powerful, due to the power boosts from the rain and the hold-item in Squirtle's possession. Now, he was counting on Mukahita and Tomtom being too heavy to dodge the incoming water whips. [/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 17, 2011 22:15:31 GMT -5
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It was certainly getting wetter by they second. Looking to his none battling team, Thomas noticed his Water Types were greatly enjoying the rain. Aquila, however, was hating it. Diving under Kumajiro, the large bear sighed and made sure to shield the tiny bird from the rain. Tom let out a little laugh at the scene before turning his attention back to the matched.
He had turned to see the Mothim protect itself and he muttered under his breath. That sucked. A lot. He could see Suma panting from going beyond his limits; far more than he should have. He could tell he wouldn't last much longer. And it was then that the Squirtle came rushing at the team Thomas was using. Suma stumbled back, given his weakened state. He was then smacked and took the entire attack from the Squirtle. "Hiiiiit....ta" he groaned, hitting the ground. Tumtum knelt beside him and looked between his two opponents.
"Tumtum, Flamthrower at Mothim! Suma, return!" Tom ordered. Springing up, Tumtum's mouth fired out a steady red stream of fiery energy. It was aimed right at the Mothim. "Let's get at least one down for Suma!" Tom called out as Tumtum dug in and kept firing.
| [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]TAGGED: Bestie<2
WORDS: 200ish
NOTES: <3
CREDIT: Lunar of OTE |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 18, 2011 13:42:07 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]One down; one to go.
Eros wondered why his sparring mate would use Flamethrower in the rain. As droplets of the heavy rain would hit the stream of fire, steam rose up into the sky. The power of the move would be weakened significantly; Thomas must really be counting on Mothim being close to finished, Eros thought inward before calling out, "Try to dodge it!"
Mothim went to work trying to utilize evasive flight maneuvers to escape the Flamethrower attack. But he couldn't fly into the steam where his vision would be clouded, and the only other answer was to face the music. As he was burned and fainted, Mothim fell back down to the ground. "Before he gets too comfortable given the even playing field, use Water Pulse, Squirtle!" Squirtle opened his mouth and allowed a glittering teal sphere to form there before belting it out toward Munchlax. Halfway through its trajectory, the thing popped and turned into an airborne tidal wave about to crash down onto Tumtum.
Meanwhile, Eros had called Mothim back into his Premier Ball for a nice, long rest.
[dice=10]
If it lands 1-2, then Water Pulse causes confusion it it lands. [/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 18, 2011 23:02:36 GMT -5
Thomas Faye | [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url(http://www.myhdwallpapers.net/wallpapers/Brown-and-orange-rectangle-1024x768.jpg); border: 7px solid #db6e07, bTable] | [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]
Tom hadn't been thinking too clearly during his last actions. He had been too wrapped up in Suma fainting. He had been too rash, too hasty. Luckily, however, the attack had been just enough. But now he had to fight smarter. He couldn't make such simple mistakes anymore. He shook his head to get back into it in time to see Mothim be returned. Squirtle was coming to attack too.
Tom hadn't heard what the attack being called was, but he would have to act fast. "Quick, Defense Curl!" he called out, taking a page from Eros's book. Tucking his limbs in, Tumtum hit the ground with a bounce, now in the Curl as the water pushed him back. Thomas could tell he was taking damage, so he'd need to follow it up. "Rollout!" he ordered simply. While already curled up, Tumtum began rolling against the current before turning and going around it, rolling toward Squirtle.
| [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]TAGGED: Eros
WORDS: Iunno :s
NOTES: Auto-bots, ROLLOUT
CREDIT: Lunar of OTE |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 20, 2011 17:34:54 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]The Defense Curl into a Rollout combination was a very smart and efficient match-up. Hopefully, Thomas was thinking more with his head. Eros knew that his best friend's goal wasn't to be the best trainer the world had ever seen or anything like that, but he at least had to be able to make the smart moves when they counted. Falling all over a bisexual boy while drunk - not a smart move. This combination - a very smart move on Faye's end.
With that being said, though, Eros still hoped he could be just a tad bit smarter. "Squirtle," he shouted through the rain, "into the shell again!" Squirtle shouted his own name before tucking away into its shell. His shiny bald head was partially exposed, but no matter - hunkered down and ready for impact, Squirtle was spared some major damage as Munchlax's Rollout attack sent him flying into the sky.
Squirtle's shell landed on the ground again after a four-second hang time; just like Eros had counted on, Squirt's bald head was pointed at the rolled up Munchlax. "Now, Launch!" At hearing the command, Squirtle's shell began to rumble around on the dirt and collect a silver aura to it. As the Skull Bash attack finished charging, Squirtle shot at Munchlax, leaving a white strike behind himself.
If one can imagine it, picture this: Squirtle is the cue stick and Munchlax is the billiard, and Eros is trying to sink the corner pocket.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 22, 2011 22:01:33 GMT -5
Thomas Faye | [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url(http://www.myhdwallpapers.net/wallpapers/Brown-and-orange-rectangle-1024x768.jpg); border: 7px solid #db6e07, bTable] | [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]
Thomas wasn't the type to just focus on battles. He preferred to just grow with his Pokemon. If that involved battles, then so be it. But that wasn't what Tom solely based himself on. He appreciated becoming friends with his Pokemon more than just sending them off to crush others. That, plus the fact he was more interested in being a Breeder made him more intent on friendship over pure stats. But even he could get caught up in Battles, much like he was today. The thrill was something he couldn't stop.
When Tumtum hit Squirtle and sent it flying, Thomas was elated. "Good hit buddy!" Thomas said in a supportive tone. Tumtum kept rolling, the moves power began to to increase. As Squirtle landed, Tumtum went forward, only to be connected to the Skull Bash. This sent him rolling back and skidding on the muddy ground. "Quick! Get up and use Thunder Bolt!" Tom ordered. Tumtum slowly got to his feet and shook off some of the dirt he was covered in and then sent out a ThunderBolt.
| [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]TAGGED: Eros my love hehe
WORDS: 175-200~
NOTES: Almost done? 
CREDIT: Lunar of OTE |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 23, 2011 16:16:20 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Eros looked on as Skull Bash connected with the rolling TumTum. The momentum of the two moving bodies had sent both flying off in the opposite directions, even though Eros was sure Munchlax had been the one to be dealt the most damage. Munchlax skidded in one direction, while Squirtle stayed in his shell and spun the opposite way.
Wakefield was beat to the punch by Faye who ordered for his Pokemon to use Thunder attack yet again. The green bear would make it to his feet and fire off the shot, and Eros watched on biting his bottom lip. Squirt's still in his shell. Maybe he can stand the attack Eros tried to tell himself as the bolt came down and engulfed the motionless brown shell.
After about ten seconds, the rain subsided and Eros already knew the results of Munchlax's electric-attack. A few seconds later, Squirtle's head and limbs would creep out of his shell; he was fainted. Eros would give a half-frown, a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to pull off the win. Holding out a Premier Ball and returning his Pokemon, Eros latched it back onto his yellow belt before laying back his wet hair.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 23, 2011 23:12:11 GMT -5
Thomas Faye | [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url(http://www.myhdwallpapers.net/wallpapers/Brown-and-orange-rectangle-1024x768.jpg); border: 7px solid #db6e07, bTable] | [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]
It was a bit funny to see Tumtum skid and roll on the dirt. He'd have to give the little guy a good bath, or take him to the beach to clean him off later. Maybe Eros would join him to clean up Squirtle too. They needed more buddy time after what had happened. But that would have to wait. They had their battle to get to and finish. By now, they were getting close to finishing it. If it wasn't soon, Thomas would be very surprised.
When he saw Tumtum expelled the Thunderbolt and hit Squirtle, he noticed the rain slowing down. And then it stopped. "That's enough buddy!" Tom called out, watching his Munchlax stop. He smiled and jumped up and down, happy that he had one. "Awesome buddy! Way to go! I knew you could do it" Thomas commented, rushing over to him and giving the bear like Pokemon a hair rub. When he looked to Eros, he smiled. "You and I are 1-and-1 now" Thomas laughed. "Should we go wash these guys up? They seem a bit dirty" he added.
| [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]TAGGED: Eros~
WORDS: 200~
NOTES: <3
CREDIT: Lunar of OTE |
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Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 24, 2011 8:02:41 GMT -5
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[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SKARMORY[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]MOTHIM[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]GROWLITHE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]SQUIRTLE[/style]
[style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]NIDORAN(F)[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]"Nah," Eros said while approaching Thomas and his Munchlax. At this point he was trying to wring the water out of his t-shirt - he'd have to change clothes, it was apparent. "Much as I'd love to, someone's expecting me tonight so I have to go and get decent. Great battle, though," he would compliment, pulling off the smile that best friends were supposed to flash one another during congratulations.
"Maybe next time, yeah?" Eros said, sticking his hand out for a friendly, firm handshake.[/style] |
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Post by Thomas Faye on Sept 25, 2011 17:05:34 GMT -5
Thomas Faye | [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url(http://www.myhdwallpapers.net/wallpapers/Brown-and-orange-rectangle-1024x768.jpg); border: 7px solid #db6e07, bTable] | [atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px]
Hearing the nah, Thomas pulled out Tumtum's Pokeball and returned the Munchlax. This was followed by returning all his other Pokemon as well to their respective Pokeballs. When Eros gave his explanation as to why he couldn't, Thomas made an ohhh. Did Eros have a date? Thomas would be happy if he did. Given what happened between the two, Eros deserved someone who actually went that way. Taking his friends hand, he gave it a firm shake and smiled. "Alright, but promise me to behave, bud" Thomas joked with a little wink before heading back to his dorm.
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WORDS:
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CREDIT: Lunar of OTE |
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