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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 0:07:22 GMT -5
I WILL catch a Pokemon. Really D8<
Type Preference: Psychic and Ghost
Tyler entered Tao's creepy Mansion for the second time. The first time had.... well, it had been a bust. Most of the Pokemon had ignored, tricked or somewhat abused him, and he was still smarting over that. So this time, he was going to go about it a little differently.
"Circe, let me know if any Pokemon are going to give me trouble this time, okay girl? And Hindenburg... Circe gets to beat you up if you misbehave again" Tyler said harshly, it becoming rapidly apparent that Hin had "personality issues" akin to Butthead.... though Hin was verbal, was Butthead just headbutted people.
"Vul!" Circe agreed, growling over at Hindenburg a bit who floated back. He had attempted to bitch-slap Tyler for "being a useless lump of flesh", but Circe had attacked him for the attempt, so now the self-proclaimed mastermind was much more wary...
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 4:42:05 GMT -5
- Mod Post - What is it with students visiting Tao's house? Anyway, as you once more ventured into a place where your life would more or less be placed in danger due to a recurring family of Feraligatrs, several paintings appeared behind one of the halls you've been walking through. Below them, words were formed and a small arrow pointed somewhere. Choices: >Stay There >Left >Right >Forward - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 4:56:37 GMT -5
Ty glanced at the paintings and their directions suspicously. He was rather sure that their making him stop was just the cue some Pokemon wanted to jump him, but nothing came, confusing him for a moment. Glancing around, neither way seemed to have any better option.... not obvious, at least.... so Tyler chose to go left.... he just had a feeling about left; Circe following while Hindenburg seemed to want to go right, making some displeased sounds before going left as well.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 5:05:23 GMT -5
- Mod Post - You could swear the paintings were laughing at you. Anyway, ignoring the ominous voices telling you that you should've gone right for more power and probably something useful, you headed left. You kept walking, walking walking and walking some more. Now, there was a door that had this ominous looking cross on it. Choices: > Stay There > Op - HOSTILE POKEMON! - The Choices Have Been Reset! An enraged Slaking burst through the doors, sending splinters everywhere and saw you. Oh Fuck. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what to do. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 5:13:14 GMT -5
This was an extreme situation, it called for extreme language.
"Holy ****!" Tyler cussed quite loudly, turning on his heel and bolting as far as he could in the opposite direction. Hindenburg was floating up behind not long after, just to find Tyler running the OPPOSITE way, before being dragged along as Ty took hold of one of his thread-like arms.
Hopefully Slaking's known extreme laziness meant Tyler could get away without too much fatality, the teen attempting to go in anotehr doorway, hopefully to saftey he'd choose the right direction but that's totally not allowed, I'm sure =P.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 5:20:15 GMT -5
- Mod Post - You fled, hell that was the right thing to do. You went past the Paintings who were still laughing at you. Huh, this is one fucked up mansion. The Slaking followed suit, rampaging everywhere until it reached the paintings and you were lone gone. Bright lights suddenly flashed as four dittos fell to the ground, laughing their asses off and high-fiving each other. -- Alright, you went down the path that was on the right, since it's not necessarily on the right. In there, there were 3 big chests. Choices: >Explore The Chests >Ignore The Chests - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 5:28:26 GMT -5
"Why.... do.... wild.... Pokemon.... always.... want to take me out! *gaaaasp*" Tyler coughed, having gotten his Pokemon inside this room them slammed the door shut, unaware he'd just been trolled by some Ditto's. Well, better being trolled by Ditto's then fighting an ACTUAL pissed Slaking.
Coward! Normal types have no effect of my greatness! I could have won singlehandedly!
What about Faint Attack?
............................ silence wench! Hindenburg huffed when Circe totally pointed out the gaping logical flaw in in the Ghost/Flying's plan.
"Give it a rest, you two... what the heck are these, youthink?" Tyler wondered, glancing at the chests. He wondered if they were ancient pirate chests or just old trunks of clothes and stuff.... only way to find out was to open the lot... right?
However, Tyler was smart enough to be careful opening them up, especially if some douchy Pokemon were hiding in there ready to jump out.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 5:36:50 GMT -5
- Mod Post - OH MY GOD A TOTODILE plushie appeared. There was spring attached to its back and out it went when you opened the chest box. It kept rocking back and forth, using the spring as a rocking chair. It kept wobbling until a small box fell from its hands, it clattered open to reveal a piece of Charcoal. You can either pick it up or something, I don't really care. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 5:53:20 GMT -5
Tyler fell on his ass when the Totodile plushie burst forth from the chest, Hindenburg chuckling. The item, looking like a strange kind of dark stick fell on the floor in front of him.
"What the heck is this?" Ty wondered allowed after the shock wore off, picking it up.
"You think I'm..... allowed to take this, youknow? I mean.... I'd hope this is junk but.... I don't want to steal it, youknow..." he continued, looking it over in his hands. Standing up he looked around again, nobody here. He mumbled something quietly before instead deciding to look at the other chests, trying to open both of them as well, just in case there was anything of interest inside.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 6:03:40 GMT -5
- Mod Post - And the chests were lucky. Looks like your luck diminished by two stages, pity. Anyway, as you were too busy looking around and snooping the place, a small Rattata burst into the room, frothing at the mouth and looking like it had rabies. Soon though, it was followed by a Bisharp, holding something in his hands. Who knows what it was, but we both know it wants to fight. Choices: >Fight it, like a boss. >Pussy out, like a boss. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 6:20:53 GMT -5
Tyler was rather shocked when two Pokemon appeared, especially a Rattata that looked like it had health issues. But now he wasn't going to take aggresion lightly anymore, not after his last few trips around the place.
"Alright, if you two want to be aggressive, fine..... Circe, Confuse Ray then Flamethrower the big one! Hindenburg, Wrap up that Rattata!" Ty ordered, Circe heading right into attack against the Dark/Steel and it's cargo, while Hindenburg aggressively headed over to Wrap up the Rattara with it's arms, confident he was totally immune to the Normal type.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 6:35:31 GMT -5
- Mod Post - At least you didn't wimp out, no? As it was, with Circe busy with the Bisharp and Hindeburg busying itself with the Rattata, the rodent had quickly used Quick Attack, the Ghost types attack missing completely as it charged forward, towards the Vulpix and was caught by the Confuse Ray, letting itself get confused as it was bathed in flames. The attack was painful, leaving it barely conscious but still able. Raising its fangs, the Rattata jumped towards the Vulpix, a Super Fang at the ready and aimed at it and once more, it raised its fang to chomp down with a Hyper Fang. The Bisharp, now relatively unharmed had worn the Sunglasses on himself, looking totally bad-ass as it lunged at Hindenburg with a Faint Attack. Disappearing into thin air as it re-appeared behind it, his blade glowing with Dark Energy as it slashed at it, wanting to cut in two before ducking below and crossing his arms to form a Guillotine as it lunged at the pre-occupied Vulpix. |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 6:42:33 GMT -5
IC: Ty had little time to react, but just barely enough.
"Circe, Quick Attack back towards me! Then Inferno that tall one! Hidenburg! Shadow Ball!" Tyler attempted, Circe taking a glancing blow from the Rat-like Pokemon as she Quick Attacked back to Tyler's side, turning her flaming maw towards the Bisharp and it approached with it's Guillotine, blasting masses of flame towards it; a nasty hit and an instant burn should it connect.
Hidenburg meanwhile had taken a terrible beating from the Faint Attack, totally smacked around and losing a good deal of his strength from the super-effective blow. Infuriated, he saw the Bisharp going towards Circe and Tyler, so blasted Shadow Balls towards it's back and around it... |
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 7:11:49 GMT -5
- Mod Post - And The Rabid Rattata once more jumped in front of its Master and took the brunt of the attacks, leaving its tattered and beaten body, exposing itself using Quick Attack to make sure his Master stayed safe and what have you. Needless to say, The Bisharp was enraged. Giving a small hum of its blades, another Rattata joined the fight, this one looking as if it was slightly stronger than the last one but was just as rabid if not more so. With this, the Bisharp once more readied its claws and used a Faint Attack again on the Driftloon, most likely taking it out should this attack connect. After the attack finished, the Bisharp had moved back, making sure he was out of the Vulpix's range before using Scary Face on it, wanting to decrease its Speed in order to get an advantage over it. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 7:35:18 GMT -5
Hindenburg had seen the attack coming, more or less, recognising the fade away of Faint Attack. Despite his ego, he was aware he'd been taken out by it, so he did the Hindenburg option: use Explosion to kamikazie. So the Bisharp immediatly appeared and smacked Hidenburg in the face, and as his health depleted, Hin exploded in the Bisharp's face. Ouch. In addition, a sudden burst of energy lanced out from his fainted form: the same ability that had taken out Moku back when Hindenburg was caught, Aftermath, had activated: wiping out a whole 1/4 of the Bisharp's health as well. Sucks to him.
"Circe, Confuse Ray again! Then another Flamethrower, and another! And as for your little friends..." Tyler growled in annoyance, releasing another Pokemon to replace Hindenburg in a flash of light: Titan. The now-Ferrothorn growled it's name, stalking towards the Rattata on it's vine-legs before swiping with a towering Power Whip. Circe's speed fell from the Scary Face, but she fired off her Confuse Ray and two Flamethrowers, attempting to take the Steel/Dark down.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 8:05:31 GMT -5
- Mod Post - "<Son of a Bitch!>" The Bisharp cussed as he received an explosion at point blank, the irritating move clouding his view as the special ability of the damn floating balloon thing seemed to have taken away a lot of his energy. Gathering energy once more, the Bisharp launched a Metal Burst. At the Ceiling. The Ceiling, being defenseless and all, was sent crashing down, massive chunks of debris worth two floors were falling down on the area as the Bisharp gave you an angered sneer, this fight wasn't over. The Bisharp had carried off with the Rattata that was still conscious, the fainted one having disappeared from his sight as he vanished back to the darkness, leaving you to contend for yourself. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 8:28:43 GMT -5
Tyler had been recalling his fainted Driftloon even as the Bisharp blasted up at the roof unexpectedly, in essence reflecting the vast power of the Explosion-to-the-face heavenward.... except heaven was blocked by a several mansion floors, which now toppled down.
"Titan, Circe, to me!" the young trainer said quickly, Circe already darting close by as Titan made a bit of a vine-assisted leap, raising itself over his trainer protectively: his body supported by his vines Titan took the brunt of the collasping roof himself, rubble collasping all over his large, enduring form... when it all finally settled he began to shove it away, Tyler and Circe no worse for wear, if a bit dusty.
Tyler cursed a bit, it seemed the Bisharp had hightailed it.... leaving Tyler in a wrecked room, very badly wrecked in fact. Somehow he felt he was going to get blamed for this.
"Ooooooh boy..... I'm not sure I could actually pay for these repairs... Circe, try and sniff out that Pokemon since he's the one that did it" Tyler said, trying to make sure nothing had gotten trapped or fallen with the rubble, like some poor dense Slowpoke that was too dim to get out of the way.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 21, 2011 8:35:02 GMT -5
- Mod Post - Wonder what happened to that rattata that was fainted? Anyway, with the rubble gone, and the unavoidable appearance of the Head Master in probably a few posts, you're left with the option of looking for the Bisharp, which would be somewhere far, far away or try and go for any other weak pokemon you'd find. Choices: >Whatever ---- Tao Counter: 3 Posts. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 21, 2011 8:46:56 GMT -5
"This isn't over but it's long gone... and since he, well, we made a big mess, I'm guessing someone'll be very mad at me, even if I technicially didn't do it.... let's find what we can, okay guys?" Tyler asked his team, who nodded their approval; leaving the room Ty glanced around, before selecting a door which looked like it led to a large kind of area, maybe a dining hall or such: somewhere Tyler suspected, or at least held onto the hope was populated. Hopefully... *crosses fingers*
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 22, 2011 5:13:27 GMT -5
- Mod Post - AND YOU FIND...DUN DUN....DUN...DUNDUNDUN...nothing. What...? You seriously thought it was gonna be that easy finding another treasure chest? Go check the next room or the bathroom down the hall. Tao Counter: 2 - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 22, 2011 7:04:30 GMT -5
Dang, nothing, squat, nil. It was like everything was fleeing the area for some odd reason. As he found nothing (not that he was looking for another chest, mind you), Ty had no reason to stay, considering his options; one including "hightail it", before deciding to try the next room along. He WOULD attempt to go in the bathroom, but all his situations of what could possibly happen were pretty bad.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 22, 2011 7:14:02 GMT -5
- Mod Post - Teleporting the hell outta there might be a good idea. Seeing as the ringing of foot steps have began to get louder and louder. Tao Counter: 1 - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 22, 2011 7:57:13 GMT -5
Ty sighed at the sound of approaching footsteps: he had an idea who it might be, well, at least their status. They either lived in the place, were patrolling teachers, or maybe it was something totally different and he'd get a nice surprise. Not.
"Circe, Titan, return. I'll deal with this" he told them sadly, returning both his Pokemon to their balls before heading back to the door leading to the wrecked room, rather sure the reason anyone was coming at all was due to the giant crash and the huge mess and all. Someone had to take responsibility, and it was partly his fault....
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 23, 2011 5:01:14 GMT -5
- Mod Post - <"Are you the one who messed up?"> A wave of psychic energy blared through the room as a Black mysterious figure could be seen passing through the doors. A shiny black head piece was the only thing one can make out in the darkness the hood gave but his stature belied that of a fighter. <"I'm willing to let you out, so long as you don't return. Do you wish to run or are you willing to face the consequences. You won't be punished if you choose to run away now."> The figure said as he extended a black skinned hand, the baggy clothing managing to hide what was ever behind it. <"Hurry, make your choice!"> It hissed as the tell tale sign of foot steps began to ring louder. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 23, 2011 8:05:38 GMT -5
Tyler did consider it, but admittedly not for very long. Flying the coop and "garunteed" punishment avoidance did sound great but.... it didn't seem right on so many levels. He regarded the stranger with surprise and curiosity, but held his tongue from demanding who it was and why it was helping him at all.
"Thank you, for you offer but... I am partially response for this, so I need to take responsibility. It's... well, the right thing to do, I feel. So, thank you, but.... I will stay and accept the consequence of my actions" Tyler told the mysterious figure with unusual resolve. He did not seem terrified of what might happen, at least, not obviously, just willing to accept what would come to pass.... he knew full well he had partially caused the destruction and he had to take some responsibility, it's just who he was.
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Post by Lazarus on Aug 24, 2011 5:18:31 GMT -5
- Mod Post - The Mysterious figure threw the door close as another wave of Psychic power washed over the room. This time, the figure started shaking as it took off his hood. A Black Gallade stood over, a bloody gleam in his eyes as he raised a hand towards the boy. "I don't need more blood on my hands."It said before it forcibly teleported you outside of the Mansion. The Gallade would have followed through and maimed you but his little sister, a newly evolved Kirlia had made him promise to stop senseless bloodshed. You got lucky. - Mod Post - |
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Post by Tyler Silverman on Aug 24, 2011 7:07:46 GMT -5
That had not been what Ty had been expecting, not one bit.
Picking himself up from where he'd fallen on his rump in surprise, Ty found himself now outside the mansion, with the strange Gallade nowhere in sight. He had no idea what kind of blood the Gallade felt responsible for, but Ty didn't really want to find out. despite recieving it's aid, the Gallade just seemed.... off somehow. He would not be coming back, for a while at least.
Still, as he looked over the Charcoal he'd recoverd in his hands, he couldn't help feel like this was some kind of onminous sign of things to come...
[Exit Thread]
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