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Post by Coralie Blake on May 1, 2011 11:52:21 GMT -5
Coralie felt like she'd been up for days, when in actuality she'd only been up for about an hour - she'd fallen asleep in transit to the island and just recently woken up. It was probably a bad idea to have gone to sleep but she'd been so tired. Now she was even more tired, but she had had some nice dreams. Random Pokemon had flashed before her eyes, and she'd seen her pet Shinx, too. He'd looked so good and well, with well-groomed shiny fur and bright eyes.
She was excited, though, as she walked towards the Laboratory. It put a little pep to her step, despite her tiredness. The young girl was nervous for the exam, yes, but she was also ready to prove herself. She wanted at least yellow dorm. After all, she'd been around Pokemon all her life and to be stuffed into black dorm would be an insult. Then again, if she really messed up on her exam, she'd deserve it, and wouldn't complain.
Thinking all that wasn't helping, it was just freaking her out, and badly. Good thing the door was right in front of her. She reached out and opened it, her breath catching in her throat until she thought she might pass out and her stomach doing more acrobatics than the girl herself had done in her life.
"Hello? I'm Coralie, and I'm here for my exam." |
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Post by Yang on May 1, 2011 12:31:30 GMT -5
Yang had expected to wake up that morning and go through his usual routine. Eat breakfast, get dressed, give Yin a bath, watch his Pokemon, and do more laboratory work… But what he did not expect to see was this adorable young girl. She made him want to pounce on her and spin her around in circles. It certainly was no laughing matter. A small blush coated the white-haired instructor’s cheeks as Yang peered down towards the girl.
”Follow me, please.” He told her silently, walking through a larger door that led to a very bland battle arena. The instructor held a tray of pokeballs and a pack of note cards in both of his hands. He held the tray out towards the girl with a gentle smile. ”Pick one and then send it out. This will determine what rank you get.” He told her. Yang grabbed a pokeball for himself and sent it out onto the field.
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”Goodluck!” Yang told the girl. He pulled a note card from the box and threw it over towards the purple-haired girl before taking her place on the opposite side of the arena with Sentret hopping after him. The note card Coralie would have received had a list of moves Miltank would know. Of course, the Pokemon probably knew more than that… It was just beyond Coralie’s knowledge, was all.
Zen Headbutt, Heal Bell, Milk Drink, Stomp, Defense Curl
Ooc: Pokemon are capable of using any moves they can learn naturally, so long as you stay in character. This means you cannot use egg moves or TM’s unless you have certain permission.
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Post by Yin on May 1, 2011 12:32:06 GMT -5
There were two testers in the room that day, Yang and Yin. He sat in his chair with his iconic book on his lap as the girl entered. His eyes landed on her, both of them red as rubies. Yang was being awfully nice to this girl. He didn't like that. Yin stood up and followed them out to the field. "Black dorm, grab a Pokemon and get the fuck out," he said, his voice littered with indifference towards the girl. Both of his eyes were glaring at Yang, as it to test his dominance.
((Please change the size of your image. It's too tall.)) [/blockquote] |
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Post by Coralie Blake on May 1, 2011 13:21:04 GMT -5
Coralie smiled and blushed slightly as the white-haired man looked her over. Well, he seemed nice enough at least, and his quiet words put her more at ease. She could do this! She was certain she could. Following him along, she took deep breaths, trying not to tremble too noticeably. It wasn't just nerves, but excitement, too, but he wouldn't know that, of course.
When he offered her the tray she reached for a pokeball, and quickly pressed the button as she had seen others do. She wasn't so experienced at this, she was more used to the caring for Pokemon part. Oh, well, how hard could it be to act somewhat adept? Out appeared a Miltank, and she received a small card with some moves wrote on it. Hm, a lot of moves to heal with. Good, that was good, right? And defense curl.
Just as she was about to order a command, a black-haired instructor came over and ordered her to the Black Dorm. She flinched a little as he said fuck - that word hadn't been allowed her in home and she'd never had it directed at her before. But her shock was quickly overcame by indignation.
"But he just said I could take a test! Please give me a chance...I've already got Miltank out." Her eyes were wide, a little surprised by her speaking up for herself. [/size] ((Sorry, I'll fix that. (= )) |
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Post by Yang on May 1, 2011 13:24:05 GMT -5
The white-haired instructor turned and glared at Yin. Yang’s fists clenched as he took a single step towards Yin. ”Lay off! This one’s mine!” He hissed with a dark look in his vivid, cyan-colored eyes. Yin has his tests and he had his- and he was always the one left to clean up the black dorms! He was sick and tired of Yin dumping students into the dorm he ALWAYS had to clean. It was a pain in his ass… Besides, how could he just fail a cute girl like that?!
”Don’t listen to him. Carry on with my exam.” Yang said with a force smiled; ignoring Yin entirely. ”And if he tries to object, I’LL TELL RIBBON ON YOU!” He shouted all at once; fangs protruding from his jaws as if he were less-than human. For all they knew, they were probably just for show.
"Don't worry!~" Yang said with a comforting smile over towards the purple-haired girl. "If this somehow backfires, I'll give you a decent Pokemon and an overally decent dorm, okay? Just ignore this WORTHLESS PIECE OF EXISTENCE THAT I WOULD NEVER TOUCH WITHIN A TEN THOUSAND MILE RADIUS for now... Mhm?" He beamed.
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Post by Coralie Blake on May 1, 2011 13:35:14 GMT -5
Coralie blinked, a little frightened at Yang's outburst. Mostly, though, she was finding herself respecting him. The other guy seemed like he'd gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. She smiled a little. "Thank you."
She stared at her Miltank for a moment, wondering if she should say something to it or just issue a command. After a moment's thought she decided it probably didn't care one way or the other, and stood up a little straighter.
"Right, well. Miltank, start off with a Defense Curl! Then try to Stomp on Sentret!" [/size] |
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Post by Yang on May 1, 2011 16:23:22 GMT -5
Yang wasn’t even issuing orders. As soon as Miltank’s hoof came down on Sentret’s torso, he marched over towards the girl and fell onto his knees with a passionate look in his cyan-colored eyes. The silver-haired instructor swiftly grabbed the adorable girl’s hand, his fangs barely visible as he curled his lips into a gentle smile. ”You’re a natural.” He told her in a voice so smooth it could compare to water running against a smooth sheet of marble. ”Forget the battle. I kindly welcome you into silver rank, every aspect you’ve shown so far shows that you deserve it.” He spoke, holding out the bright silver bracelet as if he were going to propose to girl.
At the same time, he put two pokeballs in front of the girl’s feet. ”And let it be known that I am so kind, I will let you choose from your Miltank, a Vanillite, or something as cute as yourself- a Cherubi.” He told her; placing his lips gently against her hand before looking upwards. ”Never before have I seen a beauty such as yours…”
It’s too bad Yang was twenty three.
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Post by Coralie Blake on May 1, 2011 16:44:51 GMT -5
Coralie's eyes widened. Woah, seriously? That was easy...But her brain didn't have much time to work, as Yang was quickly by her, holding onto her hand. In two seconds flat her face was bright red to the roots of her hair. Silver rank...Cute exam teacher holding her hand and totally hitting on her. For a second, she thought she was going to pass out.
"Are you...You're serious?" She stammered, barely daring to breath as she carefully took the silver belt. Oh, it was pretty. She listened carefully to her Pokemon options, or tried to to, but the feel of his lips on her hand was enough to scatter all her thoughts once more. "Th-thank you." She let out a tiny giggle, more nervous than she cared to let on. But happy, and feeling good about herself. Her first real battle, and this!
"I'll take Vanillite, thank you. Thank you so much." With a tiny noise of delight, Coralie found herself hugging him - one time being so short came in handy. [/size] |
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