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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 4, 2018 18:08:53 GMT -5
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Mission Title: Silence Of The Mareeps[break]
Mission Location: Route 32[break]
Mission Description: During the night, someone has been terrorizing a local breeder and his flock of Mareeps! We're unsure if the troublemakers are a pack of pokemon or a local ne'er-do-well, but the poor breeder is at his wit's end. Help the poor breeder get some sleep and defend his herd through the night; protect these small, innocent mareeps as if your life depended on it! This mission is gonna need plenty of muscle.[break]
Mission Requirements: Open to 2 Fighters and 1+ anyone / 10+ posts required (each)[break]
Mission Rewards: 1500 pokédollars, possible mareep[break] [googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed] [newclass=.Vgentempbox]width:425px;background-color:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentemptitle]width:405px;height:50px;background-color:#5aa0d6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:18px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fbfbfb;line-height:50px;text-align:right;padding-right:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv]width:350px;padding:25px;font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#777777;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv b]font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#dc584d;font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempheader]width:350px;height:50px;font-family:Roboto+Condensed;font-size:15px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#777777;line-height:80px;text-align:left;border-bottom:3px solid #3e3c6d;margin-bottom:20px;margin-top:-15px;[/newclass]  THOUGH IT'S EASY TO PRETEND
I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A FOOL ― Criminals; those individuals that get their jollies from terrorizing other people, usurping innocents without a tinge of guilt. Even worse, if they do feel remorse, they know what they're doing is wrong, and they continue to plow through the world, bulldozing all those in their path. There's nothing Fran hated more than a troublemaker.
That's why she felt this job was worth her time. She would bind these losers in Detroit's rough coil, grab them by the throat, and squeeze until they pissed their goddamn pants.
She let out a long breath. Temper is heating up. Fran rubbed her eye and walked forward. The farm was nestled next to a mountainous formation, encompassing acres of open field. She could hear the mareep bleating ahead. The sun cast the breeder's property in a golden hue, harsh to the eyes. Fran squinted, and approached the main structure; a house made of wood and square glass windows. A man stood on the porch.
"I'm here because of the wanted ad," she hollered, finally rested at the bottom of the front steps.
The breeder threw himself down the stairs, grabbed her hands, and shook them vigorously. He looked sincerely touched. Poor guy must be truly terrorized by these punks asses. She thought to herself.
Finally he let go of her and wiped his eyes dry. He said he would prefer to wait to see if any others were coming before taking them to the mareep. Fran nodded and took a seat on the steps, threw an elbow on her knee, and placed her cheek on her fist. She looked out across route 32, bathed in a sunset color, and waited. |
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Post by Ania Gentle on Jul 4, 2018 23:12:04 GMT -5
 There was more to being a gym leader than sitting around the gym and waiting for challengers. A good gym leader was also an active member of the community, someone who came to those in need and served as a driving force in the community. Even before taking on this role Ania felt strongly about serving the community, so when she took up the mantle it quickly became one of her highest priorities. As much as she would have loved to dedicate her team and resources to taking down Virus and avenging her loss, she simply couldn't neglect the needs of the people of Kikyo and the surrounding areas.
She arrived on the scene atop the shoulder of her aggron that was moving with surprising speed, who easily carried her all the way from town. Her her body was draped in a low cut light blue dress that gently hugged her curves, the entire length covered in golden embroidered designs. Ania sat like a queen on her throne, an arm gently resting on the aggron's head, her elbow bent to bring her hand close to her head so that a single finger may be lightly placed against her temple. She saw the man grovelling in the distance, yet her features were completely unmoved by his display before the strange woman. It seemed she was not the first to heed this call. How disappointing.
Upon reaching her destination the massive steel beast would lower himself so that she may be lowered onto the ground. Without even looking at the pokemon she would dismiss him with a simple wave, already taking a few more steps to get closer to the breeder and the other trainer. "Return to the gym. You won't be needed here." With a firm nod the iron armor pokemon would turn and sprint off to town, her steps not nearly as heavy as one would expect from such a bulky pokemon.
The gym leader's cold gaze would drift from Fran resting on the steps to the breeder, her head turning upward slightly as she addressed him. "I heard you were in need of assistance. I am here to help." The breeder looked at her with an odd expression, one of both familiarity and confusion. It was as if he knew the woman but was still surprised by her behavior. Yet through the confusion he communicated that he was still planning on waiting for another trainer to arrive. What, was she alone not good enough? Sure she only had her freshly hatched budew with her, but he had no way of knowing that.
With an exaggerated sigh Ania would turn her gaze back over to Fran, her brows raising as she folded her arms. The woman looked pretty tough, but didn't seem like she was one of the trainers causing the breeder problems. "Ania Gentle, Gym Leader of Kikyo City." She moved a hand to toy with the bracelet dangling from her wrist with a single shrunken pokeball dangling from it's length. It would be a bit embarrassing for her first outing as a gym leader to be with such a weak pokemon, but that was just how it worked. She had to probe to people that she was a capable trainer, just just a woman with an army of strong pokemon at her disposal. Even if she was the one who bred them.
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 12, 2018 1:53:53 GMT -5
Cruising at a steady speed upon a glossy new BMX bike, Chancelor McQueen and his charming Pikachu made their way towards the assigned destination. It seemed like some unlucky breeder found himself being harassed by someone or ' something'. The Fighter figured he'd take this little task to kill two Starly's with one stone—to help the people that needed it, and train up some of the newest additions to his ' clique'. Pikachu, being the spoiled rotten and lazy little mouse that he was lounged in his basket, chubby cheek rested upon the edge with an arm dangling freely in a bored manner. That was until a very large and very bulky Aggron passed them, the earth rocking with each step the massive goliath took. Chancelor applied pressure on the brakes and watched the mighty beast simply trudge in the opposite direction. Pikachu sees this too, eyes wide with disbelief as he slowly looks up at the dark skin male. " We probably shoulda' brought more 'firepower', huh? That was a whole ass Aggron lookin' like it was trying to find the nearest city to destroy on some Godzilla shit." Pikachu nods, still in utter disbelief. " If that thing is what is behind all the harassment. I'm finna' triple our wage." Pikachu can't do nothing but nod as the teenager continues a little further down the beaten path to arrive at the assigned destination. " Yo, I'm here." He stops directly at the steps of the cabin, breaking hard before kicking out the stand of the bike and standing up from the seat. Pikachu leaps on to his Trainer shoulders with a single bound and levels cute little eyes on the two females waiting. " Either of you see that big ass Aggron? 'Cos I'm bout' ready to demand my pay go up tenfold if that is what I gotta' deal with." The Martial-Artist says with a little grin, half-jesting yet half-serious in those words spoken. " Oh, wassup." Words directed at Fran, a very familiar face. " Long time no see." ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE Ania Gentle . ✝ notes - hello i am here . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 13, 2018 8:40:25 GMT -5
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I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A FOOL ― The sun descended lazily behind the dark-haired female, its glow burning her dark hair against her scalp. She widened her eyes as the glare from above became less intense, listlessly surveying the land before her for her would-be companions. Fran sat eerily still on the porch, waiting like a statue.
As time drifted forward, a shadow emerged from the woods. Fran lifted her head off her fist, and laid her arms across her lap with her knees set apart. The singular shadow soon split into two distinct shapes, one that being of a pokemon, the steel of its shining aggressively in the sunset. The other was a woman, close to Fran's age it would appear, and with an attitude of confidence and pride painted across her face. The fighter on the steps blinked, unimpressed with this display of power.
Reaching the rancher's residence, the other woman sent her thundering aggron back to whence it came. Pity, Fran was interested in seeing that beast fight. But as far as she knew, there may not even be a fight. The circumstances around this harassment were mysterious. Though Fran couldn't help but hope to knock some heads together.
The well-dressed gym trainer initiated the conversation first. Her way of speaking was adamant, straight to the point. Fran couldn't help but like it. This tone was not unlike hers; perhaps she wouldn't be as annoyed with these partners as she originally thought.
"Name's Fran," she retorted. She couldn't perform the parallelism of the introduction, as she had no special title, nor occupation. The rougher looking woman looked up to the beauty before her, nodding slightly as a gesture of acceptance.
Fran couldn't help but feel respect for the fair-haired woman in her fancy dress. She knew the name of the gym leader in Kikyo but had not challenged her yet. But Fran didn't respect the title of gym leader, she enjoyed the idea that this gym leader was out and about helping her town, or even this singular breeder with his mareep problem. That kindness and strength was an admirable combination.
Not soon after the two woman had sat within the company of one each other, another individual began peddling up the dirt path. Fran's eyes looked through the twilight and saw a dark-skinned man with hair the color of the clouds above them.
He looked familiar. And as the bike drew ever forward, a pikachu residing in the front basket revealed itself. Oh yes, she definitely remembered this young man. He was there when she caught her first pokemon, Milauwkee the farfetch'd. She remembered him having a fighter's instinct and professional insight she lacked. This was quite the coincidence, but her muscles relaxed as her acquaintance stopped in front of the timber house.
The martial-artist made a lighthearted comment on the aggron that he must have passed on his way to the farm, and then turned to her with a familiar greeting.
"Yo, it's been a minute, hasn't it?" She retorted. But Fran remembered the last time they met, the two were too busy fighting wild beasts to really introduce themselves. Perhaps this would be a good time. "Fran," the woman offered, allowing time for the others to get acquainted as well. She looked at the sparky pickahu softly, and reached her hand out to pet him.
Now that everyone had been introduced, their mission could officially commence. Fran pushed herself up and off the steps as the breeder thanked the troupe again for volunteering. Fran shrugged at his gratitude, as this was honestly not a big deal to her. Though she could feel he was genuinely thankful. The breeder clapped his hands together and began to lead the three trainers along the fence, and through a gate to tour the bounding field of mareeps before them. |
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Post by Ania Gentle on Jul 13, 2018 11:55:59 GMT -5
The long haired gym leader would simply give a respectful nod in reply to Fran's introduction. While the woman was a bit...rougher in appearance, her words were at the very least inoffensive. Part of her expected the woman to be much more casual, maybe tossing in a few random obscenities for emphasis. Though Ania always did have a problem making snap judgements on people, forming an opinion of them before they even have a chance to open their mouths. Now that she was a more prominent figure in Kikyo she was going to have to work on that. She wasn't a figure in the background that could just avoid things she didn't want to deal with. How frustrating.
A hand rose to toy with the golden hoop that dangled from her ears, doing her best to hold back on coming to a conclusion on this Fran woman. After a moment of silence she would suddenly speak with an abruptness that made it sound like she had to physically force the words out of her mouth. "Thank you in advance for your assistance here. The people need as much help as they can get in these times." She watched the notably more muscular trainer from the corner of her eye, the slightest hint of warmth slipping into her cold and professional tone of voice. Yet something seemed to make her uncomfortable, her weight shifting to one side as she spoke. After a slight pause she would quickly turn away, focusing her attention on the sunset lit path leading up to the ranch.
It was by this time that the final member of the trio would be arriving, his silhouette coming into view over the horizon. He was approaching quickly, the shape of his outline suggesting that he was on a bike of some sort. Ania's lids lazily drooped over her eyes as she quietly waited for them to arrive. The corner of her lips tugged upward a just a bit as the young man came fully into view, something about the sight of a pikachu in his basket amusing her. When Fran seemed largely unimpressed by her show of power with Aggron she was starting to worry that simply having Ciren would make for an uncomfortable gap in power. But seeing this young man come up with but a pikachu that seemed more like a cute little pet than a hardened fighter put her at ease.
Her smile grew as Chancelor reference Aggron, lips curling into a haughty smile as a hand move to flick at the strands of hair that framed the sides of her face. "Of course I did. She's my pokemon after all. I doubt whatever's causing problems here is anything compared to her, so don't worry about that." There was a special satisfaction that came from people commenting on the pokemon she worked so hard to raise, even if it was in a crass and crude manner. Once again she found herself making snap judgements, immediately branding Chancelor as a greedy, uncouth and unprofessional young man just here to make a quick buck. But none of that mattered to her, so long as he got the job done.
Arms crossed as she turned her head up ever so slightly, eyes locking on to Chancelor's as he and Fran re-introduced themselves. Once their greetings had been exchanged she would chime in with her own, her voice raising slightly as if demanding the martial artist's attention. "Ania Gentle, Gym Leader of Kikyo City." She would make no other efforts at pleasantries, her attention turning to the rancher who she would offer a firm nod. "Go inside. We will be handling things out here." She spoke with a confidence that bordered on arrogance as she addressed the breeder, as if she were a queen commanding a subject. Ania then turned back to the two that would be assisting her in this mission, a hand moving to fiddle with the small pokeball that dangled from her wrist once again. "The sun will be set soon. We must use this time to get into position before our ne'er-do-well arrives. I trust you are both prepared?"
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 16, 2018 3:14:01 GMT -5
The youngest McQueen nodded at the female he encountered prior to this chance encounter—her name as Fran, a name he probably wouldn't forget due to the ' simplistic' of it. His eyes lifted off one female an fixed themselves upon another one, a female that appeared to have wealth, stature, and refinement. " Someone is a lil' overdress for this task." He thinks to himself, looking the female deeply in her eyes as she spoke on his previous lighthearted statement. " Oh she was with you, huh?" Chance replies with a nonchalant tone, muscular arms being held behind the head as his gaze shifts over to the Pikachu on his shoulder that reflected the disappointment that he felt—a squishy and adorable face frowning slightly upon receiving the information. " And here I thought we'd really get to see what Trick was capable of, y'know?" He says to Pikachu quickly, the electric nodding with shrugged shoulders, the disappointment already fading away into nothingness. But as the more regal appearing female introduced herself, Chancelor's and Pikachu's gaze snapped upon the supposed Gym Leader with wide eyes. " You're a Gym Leader, huh? Maybe all hope is not lost after all." The boy says with a grin, clearing his throat one good time before introducing himself to both the females. " McQueen. Pleasure to meet both you ladies." With introductions out of the way and the unlucky breeder being sent back inside his home, it was time to get down to business. The Gym Leader was the first to speak, suggesting they start getting in strategic positions before the sun fully sets. " I'm as ready as i'm gonna' be. Pokémon or human, whatever is causing this poor fella' grief ends tonight." The Fighter says confidently, gaze drifting over to Fran. " How bout' you? You ready?" ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE Ania Gentle . ✝ notes - n/a . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 17, 2018 18:03:20 GMT -5
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I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A FOOL ― The floor boards creaked and groaned under the weight of the trainer. It felt as if the whole house was respectfully bowing to those who came to its aid. Fran stood sturdy on the steps, her body twisting to follow the breeder with her gaze. He explained quickly that the nearest exterior entrance to the field would be a few paces ahead and the gate should be unlocked for them already. With beaming thanks, the breeder disappeared into his humble abode.
Fran turned her body to face her companions once more. Their conversation was half-assed and not so interesting at the moment. It sounded like small talk between strangers; the wild-haired woman's least favorite style.
"I'm always ready to beat some punk bitch asses," she sneered, a spark of fire igniting behind the green of her eyes. Fran cracked rubbed the back of her hand, massaging the muscle over the bone. She almost missed the feeling of jaws cracking under the force of her punch. She hadn't brawling since her journey started, at least in the traditional sense. She was almost excited.
The more modestly dressed female descended down the porch steps, settling in the grass close to McQueen. She waggled her fingers at the pikachu she remembered, a simple greeting.
But as the sun continued to descend into the western mountains, the group felt the need to get to vantage points about the fields. The mareep bleated in the distance, stirring nervously as they had learned through the experiences of these past few nights.
Fran brushed past the taller woman with more refined features. She was built as though a sculpture had carved her out of marble. The fighter took notice of these features only in contemplation of strength, hoping that the gym leader's advantage was more than her style of clothing. It must have been, considering her status. Nonetheless, Fran had never seen this woman fight. She had seen McQueen tussle with a few wilds, but those were far beneath his playing field. The trials that lay ahead of these three were shrouded in mystery.
Fran took point without thinking about the position too much. She began to walk parallel to the splintered fence that defined the breeder's fields, assuming the others would follow. The mareep within raised their heads to look at these new strangers.
"Strange, they all still have their fleece," she commented subtly. It was known that the mareep's fluff was valuable and often used in making clothing. Yet none of this had been stolen. Fran thought this meant only two things; either the criminals were simple troublemakers, getting kicks off of frightening pokemon, or the culprit himself was a pokemon.
The wild-haired woman slowed her pace at she approached the gate. Her hand rested easily on the edge while she fiddled with the metal latch with the other.
"What do you guys think?" She questioned, side-eyeing the other two trainers while holding the fence open for them. It would be smart to think about this from as many angles as possible in order to settle on the best game plan. As much as Fran was a single-player woman, she knew cooperation in these instances was key to success. And she was no loser. |
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Post by Ania Gentle on Jul 19, 2018 21:05:39 GMT -5
There was something special about being recognized as the gym leader by an outsider. The people of Kikyo all knew her face and what position she now held, so it was expected that they would recognize her position and the weight that came with it. But for this wandering young trainer to not only recognize her position but express faith in her abilities? It felt good. The corner of her lip tugged upward as her mouth shifted into a smile of satisfaction, offering the crude young man a firm nod as he introduced himself. But she couldn't allow herself to linger on this brief yet bright moment for too long, as they had an important task to tend to.
It seemed the other two had the same idea, both of the much more muscular trainers expressing their readiness to head out. The woman carefully watched Fran as she brushed by, a hint of annoyance on her face as physical contact was made. Yet she would keep quiet, allowing the tougher of the two women to take the front position. Just because she was the gym leader didn't mean that she was the best equipped to take point on this operation. She had to admit that at the moment she didn't really have the pokemon to put up a serious fight against a real threat. And it was already obvious that this woman would easily take her down in an actual fight. So why not let her lead the way for now. It wasn't as if Ania wasn't the one who was in charge here.
Ania gently placed an index finger on her cheek as she looked out at the field on the other side of the fence, a gentle hum slipping through her pressed lips. The pokemon were uneasy, which was to be expected considering what they had been going through over the past nights. She watched the wooly pokemon huddle together, a bit of pity seeping out of her heart and into her eyes as she looked on. It wasn't until Fran came to a halt that the league official would look away, her attention snapping to the other woman. "Hm?" She looked a bit shocked, like her thoughts had been interrupted. Yet she would quickly regain her composure, a hand moving to toy with the shrunken pokeball that dangled from her bracelet.
"Oh. Well isn't it obvious? We each need to place a small pokemon in the middle of the flock itself and order them to attack and subdue anything that gets too close. Meanwhile we watch and hide nearby and wait for the signal." Her tone was rather casual, as if this were just another day in the office for her. It wasn't like she had been trying to figure out a plan of action ever since she learned of the situation or anything. No, this was definitely off the top of her head. "We should stick together ourselves, though. If we split up we risk who or whatever is disturbing the mareep getting the drop on us individually."
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 24, 2018 2:53:41 GMT -5
Pikachu could notice the mild ' annoyance' in Fran as she walked by—as if the party would be wasting precious time introducing themselves and coming up with a tactic of some kind. The adorable little rodent bestowed a very cute smile on the female, eyes shifting over to his Trainer afterwards. " Women," both shared a few nods before Chance followed in the steps of Fran. Strolling through the docile and timid flock of Mareep, hazel eyes of the martial-arts prodigy scanned them one by one to the best of his ability. After awhile the whiteness of their wool began to just make one giant mass. The teenager fixes his vision back ahead when Fran speaks, making an rather good observation. Before he speaks, he allows the Gym Leader to say her peace—the ' overdressed' female speaking words he could agree with. " I'm not gonna' sit here and pretend I know how much the wool is worth, but I imagine one could fetch a pretty penny if that was their prerogative, y'know?" Pikachu cosigns the statement with a firm nod, leaning up against the side of his humans face in a very casual and nonchalant manner. " A troublemaker of some kind? Human or Pokémon, petty is petty." Broad shoulders shrug as he casually rubs the back of his neck. " I agree with the Gym Leader. Bro here could easily blend in with the Mareep and be the eyes we need, y'know?" Again, the adorable little mouse cosigns with another firm nod. " I ain't worried about gettin' snuck-up on. I think splitting into at least two groups would be best, y'know? You ladies could be one group and I can go solo." His eyes drift from one female to the other, gauging their reactions to his words, theories, and suggestions. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE | Ania Gentle . ✝ notes - n/a . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 24, 2018 18:22:49 GMT -5
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I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A FOOL ― Obvious was it? Fran curled her thumb tightly around her fingers, breathing slowly through her nose. Did this woman think she was a simpleton or something? Just because her skin was thick and he muscles glistened in the goddamn sun did not mean she couldn't figure out a plan for herself.
But the gym leader's tone was not condescending, it was casual. So Fran let this one go. Perhaps this woman just wasn't used to interacting with regular trainers, other than those challengers in her palace. One thing was for sure; this Ania was a real piece of work thus far.
Fran allowed her fellow trainers to enter the field, and threw the gate closed behind her. They sauntered forward, bantering.
As much as she rubbed the wild-haired woman the wrong way, Ania's idea was solid. Though Fran couldn't bring her instinct to agree to leaving a pokemon in the middle of the ruff. The fighter's style was consistently being in the tussle alongside her team, not off on the sidelines watching as they pushed forward without direction. It was a somewhat risky strategy.
But the pikachu was indeed the smartest option. Small, fast, and electrically charge. The mareep's fleece would have little effect on the beast. Fran side-eyed McQueen's partner, sizing him up subtly and quietly. She had never seen him fight, would he be able to hold his own against this mystery threat?
Fran crossed her arms and held her chin between her index finger and thumb. The young man suggested the humans split off as well. Not only did she not agree with this strategy, the idea of spending quality alone time with the gym leader rocked her stomach.
"Don't be stupid," Fran commented blatantly, turning to McQueen. "There's no advantage to us splitting up, and Ania's right." The name fell off of her tongue casually, completely comfortable with calling the gym leader by her first name. Her eyes drifted and fell into the other woman's gaze. "It would be too dangerous, and we don't know enough about the target yet."
Though she wished her own pokemon had the opportunity to fight, none of them were subtle enough to hide within a startled herd of mareep. But this pikachu looked smart. This strategy could work.
"You're mouse should get in place before it's completely dark," Fran offered the idea as she looked across the field. The white fleece was dimming quickly as the sun finally began to sink behind the rocky cliffs beyond. Soon they wouldn't be able to see much. It would be up to the electric-type's bolts to warn the trainers to an ensuing threat. She brushed the hair off her shoulders with a swift flick of her wrist.
"We should find a place ourselves and wait, before we're spotted," Fran suggested. She didn't want to spook the criminals before the night got interesting. The woman scanned the immediate area, finding a tall, looming tree, and a large jutting rock. Both could make for temporary hiding spots. She would leave it her companions to choose. |
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Post by Ania Gentle on Jul 26, 2018 21:34:42 GMT -5
One could almost feel the woman's confidence grow as the others seemed to fall in line with her suggested plan. She had never lead other people before, so the fact that things were going so well thus far was a real confidence booster. Now all she would have to do was keep the momentum going and make sure not to make any big screw ups. Though now that she thought about it, she didn't really have any pokemon that would be able to mingle in the crowd of mareep without risking paralysis. A hand moved to toy with the lone pokeball dangling from her wrist, sharp eyes glancing out toward the field as her lips pressed into a flat line.
Finally she would undo the ball from her bracelet, prompting it to grow to it's full size. From the sphere she would release a cheerful budew, who would quickly bounce up and place herself atop the fence. A hint of embarrassment showed through Ania's features as she looked at her cheerful yet obviously weaker pokemon. As Ania spoke she would gently place her fingers over her mouth, as if to somehow hide her shame. "My...Pokemon can hide in the grass nearby. She's small enough that she should be able hide near the flock unnoticed." Perhaps it wasn't all bad having nothing but her tiny little pokemon with her. Having the small grass type could actually work in their advantage this time. She could only hope that her lack of a powerful pokemon wouldn't damage her reputation with the other two.
Though it seemed that the spirit of cooperation was in danger of fading, as one of the muscular trainers seemed to have an issue with the plan. Ania placed a hand on her hip as she looked over to Chance, brows rising as she looked him over once again. He seemed like was in pretty good shape, could probably handle himself should things get hairy. But still..."She is right. We stick together on this one. Our job is to wait and back up our pokemon. If we stick together we will be much less likely to be spotted than if we spread out." Ania looked over toward the setting sun, a sharp breath passing through her lips. They were running out of time to discuss the situation. They needed a place to hide before they got caught out in the open.
The gym leader quickly surveyed the area, her pulse started to grow faster as she tried to determine the best hiding place. Here eyes would soon fall upon a rock formation that would serve as the perfect place to keep out of sight. "There. All of us will take refuge behind there. Come along." The regally dressed woman started off toward the determined location without hesitation, walking at a surprisingly brisk pace despite her high heels. It seemed the woman was experienced in navigating the outdoors in less than suitable attire.
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 29, 2018 14:00:09 GMT -5
As much as he wanted to speak up on the ' forwardness' of Fran, he could tell the women was having some kind of ' internal' issue with the situation at hand. All he did was co-sign the idea of splitting up into two groups in an attempt to cover a wider area, there was no need to bite his head off over a suggestion he didn't even come up with. The youngest McQueen took the ' forwardness' on a granite chin, not dwelling too much on the outcome of his suggestion even if said outcome left a foul taste in his mouth. Hazel hues of the marital-artist danced from one women to the next, each further voicing their opinions on the situation with the Gym Leader prepping her own Pokémon. The adorable mouse on the shoulder of Chancelor leaped off the broad muscle and landed gently on the puffy grass below. Pointing at the flock of sheep, he'd quickly run over and blend effortlessly within their ranks—getting comfortable due to being surrounded by extremely soft fleece. With Pikachu now in place, Chance followed slightly behind the Gym Leader with sealed lips, hands stuffed nonchalantly in jogger pockets. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE | Ania Gentle . ✝ notes - n/a . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 30, 2018 18:13:21 GMT -5
THOUGH IT'S EASY TO PRETEND
I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A FOOL ― The air began to mingle with tension and embarrassment. It was grew thick and uncomfortable. Fran was aware of what the others were feeling, and understood that this was not an ideal team for this job. However, it was what it was. A job. And they each had a part to play, and as long as they played it exceptionally, the trio could go their separate ways without ever having truly cared about one another.
It was this emotional distance that often left Fran on her own. She thought on her attitude briefly as the trainers sauntered toward the boulder they would use for cover.
Fran threw her back into the rock, leaning casually against its rough exterior. It reminded her of her onix, Detroit. She figured this mission would require some brute strength, a job most suited for the large bouldering snake. But he would not have kept hidden very well. So she refrained from releasing her partner for the time being, allowing the others to take point with their smaller beasts. It was the strategic way of doing things.
The wild-haired woman crossed her arms, flexing her muscles and pushing her breasts against her chest. She heaved a slow breath to calm herself and reassess her emotional investment.
"This is just my opinion, but I'm hoping we run into something worse than a couple of bitch-ass kids," she commented. And it was true; Fran would have preferred a real fight with a strong opponent. Though she never hated kicking the teeth out of criminals, it would seem like a waste to spend so much time waiting for such an anticlimactic bundle.
Her emerald eyes began to dim as the sun finally fell behind the mountains. The sky became smeared with shades of purple and blue, and a couple of lonesome stars twinkled excitingly. A colder breeze brushed against the party. It truly was night now.
Fran sighed, her index finger tapping against the tattoo on her arm. Patience was never her strongest attribute. She pondered how long they would have to wait.
Beyond the boulder, a few mareeps began to bleat. Unbeknownst to the trainers, something stirred within the grasses of the farm. The sheep shivered and huddled together, frightened, and in need of help... |
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Post by The Nature Hoot on Aug 9, 2018 9:00:40 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]The perps have appeared [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break] ( ZANGOOSE Trio - lv 30 - 100% ) x3 [break][break] [OOC: All three have the following moveset: Crush Claw, Slash, Quick Attack, Hone Claws. They circle around your party or at least make an attempt. Good luck. ] [googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed] [newclass=.Vgentempbox]width:425px;background-color:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentemptitle]width:405px;height:50px;background-color:#5aa0d6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:18px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fbfbfb;line-height:50px;text-align:right;padding-right:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv]width:350px;padding:25px;font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#777777;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv b]font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#dc584d;font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempheader]width:350px;height:50px;font-family:Roboto+Condensed;font-size:15px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#777777;line-height:80px;text-align:left;border-bottom:3px solid #3e3c6d;margin-bottom:20px;margin-top:-15px;[/newclass] |
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You think you're something special? I can't wait to cut you down to size.
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Post by Ania Gentle on Aug 13, 2018 22:00:10 GMT -5
Ania rose a brow toward Fran as they took their position behind the large rock, unsure how exactly to take her crude comment. While she too hoped that it wasn't the local children causing trouble, it was clear that the two had very different motivations. She may have been mindful enough to admit this was just her opinion, but it wasn't too comforting to hear that the muscular woman was itching for a fight. Not that it was unexpected, of course. People like her didn't build bodies like that just for show. In fact the gym leader was fairly certain that Fran could probably knock her out with a single swing. Luckily they were on the same side today. "I just want this situation to be resolved. If we can do so easily then that's all the better." Meanwhile Ciren would be hiding in the grass near the field, waddling on her tiny feet as she waded through the tall grass. her bud barely peaked over the long blades, the setting sun making it nearly impossible to spot the moving speck of green as the grass blew gently in the wind. Yet while she may have been low to the ground, the little bud would remain alert of her surroundings, doing her best to follow along with the plan set forth by her trainer. And it was lucky she did, as she would quickly come to find the perpetrators attempting to sneak through the grass. A trio of zangoose were slinking through the grass on their bellies, the sight causing the budew to immediately freeze in place. Luckily for her they didn't notice her, the group too focused on their destination to notice such an insignificant little pokemon. Yet it didn't seem like they were headded toward the mareep tonight. From the angle they were moving it seemed like they were headed to the very rock behind which her trainer and the other humans were hiding. The budew's eyes went wide at this realization, her mouth opening into a wide circle as she silently gasped at the thought. It seemed that the pokemon had been lying in wait before the trainers even arrived and had spotted their hiding place. What a disaster! The energetic budew was spurred into action by this information, her eyes narrowing as she let out a loud BUUUUUUUUUUUUD. The zangoose would all look at the grass pokemon in shock, unsure what to make of the pokemon's sudden burst of energy and confidence. As they turned they would see the pokemon leaning forward, pointing the bud at the top of it's head toward the group. Next thing they knew they would be engulfed in a cloud of Stun Spore, the attack causing them to scramble to their feet as they attempted to avoid it. Unfortunately they weren't fast enough, the spores settling onto their bodies and entering their lungs as they panicked. Upon hearing the cry of her pokemon Ania would suddenly turn rigid, her head peaking out from behind the rock to see the cloud of yellow spores in the middle of the field. "There!" A slender arm would extend, a single finger pointing toward the spores. "Those are Ciren's spores! Those must be the troublemakers!" As she spoke the cloud would settle, revealing a group of tough looking zangoose that were all struggling to make their bodies follow their commands. Even from a distance Ania was sure those foul pokemon would be too powerful for her baby to take in a straight fight. "You two take care of them. Ciren and I will back you up." She sounded fully confident in this decision, sounding as if she really thought that her pokemon could somehow be of assistance in a battle like this. Truth was the stun spore was pretty much the only thing her little baby had to contribute to this fight.  lvl 5 Budew (Poison Point)Water Sport | Extrasensory | Mega Drain | Stun Spore
Ciren found a trio of Zangoose!
Ciren used Stun Spore on the group!
All three Zangoose are now paralyzed!
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