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Post by Zuri Sanders on Jul 14, 2018 8:59:52 GMT -5
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 20, 2018 23:24:46 GMT -5
 CAUSE YOU AND I
WE'RE COOL FOR THE SUMMER ―
It felt like the wrath of arceus clouded the world in a heatwave that spared no human nor pokemon from its judgement. It was fucking hot. Fran kept herself in the shadows, slumped against an old oak tree. The bark bit into her bare back, dirtying the matte red tanktop she sported for the evening. The wrap on her head alleviated some of the heat about her crown, but she still felt as overheated as a college student's laptop during finals.
Her limbs sprawled about the forest floor in an unlady-like manner, a tactic often used by animals to cool off. It made perfect sense, for Fran's only thoughts this afternoon were tapped into her primal wavelength.
She was floating above her body, dehydrated, miserable, but most importantly, pissed off. The fighter's felt aggressive under the stroke of the sun, her black hair literally burning in the light. But she was thrown back into her sun-touched skin when the sound of crushed grass and rustling leaves cooed from beyond.
Fran's burning green eyes drifted lazily to the direction of these noises. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It could easily have been some wild pokemon, but no matter what it was, Fran slanted her eyes in annoyance. Who the hell could be doing anything in this dead summer heat? The nerve of some.
The wild-haired woman pulled her legs back into her body, and pushed herself off the ground by her sweaty palms. Her tanning skin glistened slightly as the drops slid down her visage. She needed to relocate before anything tried to come out and talk, or fight for that matter. Even an aggressive hard-ass fighter needed time to rest under the sun. Fran did not want to be disturbed.
She turned on her heels, crushing the grass beneath her muscular body. Perhaps she should head past those trees up ahead. Fran began to move sluggishly away from her great oak tree, but halted when her eyes fell upon the source of the sound.
A younger girl with a tiny pokemon companion investigated a log not too far ahead. Fran couldn't be sure of their intentions, but they seemed disappointed in their failed efforts.
The dark-haired woman took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Her strides lazily closed the distance between this stranger and herself. She could see now the fiery red hair flowing behind the thin trainer, and the small cat-like psychic pokemon at her side. They looked weak, and yet they had the gall to try and force Fran to move into a more quiet area?
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Fran lacked the eloquence and patience to make a good first impression. She stood adamantly before the duo, flicking hair strands off her shoulder with a fist tightly wound upon her hip. |
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Post by Yuki Hayakawa on Jul 21, 2018 1:16:47 GMT -5
It wasn't an easy task for him to think of something about Johto that reminded him of his birth home. However, there was one comparison he could think of that made the two regions nearly identical. The heat. The summer heat in the Johto region could almost be described as unholy in nature. As if the desert heat from Orre came back to haunt him with a vengeance for his past sins. He was purely exaggerating at this point, but his thoughts still stand in a way.
His clothing only made matters worst for him as he feel the heat gathering inside his robes. With no way for it to escape the heat could only remain and build up around his limbs and body. The feeling should have been unbearable for him, but he only felt indifferent to the massive increase in the nature heat. One of the perks of living in a desert all of your life was developing a massive tolerance to the heat. That didn't mean that he preferred the heat though.
He still wanted to get out of this forest and into a nice hotel with air conditioning for a solid few days, but he was having difficulties with navigation. Problems that resulted in him getting lose right away after entering the forest. He soon learnt that the forest wasn't as simple as going in a straight path until the exit came into sight. The forest was like a dangerous labyrinth with twists and turns that showed no mercy to those that dare trespass on its soil.
His patiences was one of his strongest traits, but his was starting to show limits after being stuck in a dense forest for so long. This is why he had his Treecko scouting the area through the tree tops. He figured that his agile little friend would have a chance at navigating the forest through the treetops. His idea didn't seem like a total waste of time since his starter was guiding him to somewhere by the looks of things.
He instantly thought that the exit was close by, but his hopes were mercilessly crushed at the sight of a clearing with a ring made of rocks. His gaze landed on a redhaired girl near a rather large log of wood. He had an idea about what was happening if he took the camp fire into account. "Do you need any help with that?" He asked pointing at the log.
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Post by Zuri Sanders on Jul 21, 2018 7:57:02 GMT -5
★ Do what scares you, then you'll have the heart of a lion.  Zuri wasn't used to not being able to sense when people were coming. Since she had been keeping a tight leash on her powers so she could enjoy nature. She didn't quite jump as she heard the woman's voice but she snapped to attention the logs she had been positioning still in her hands. The woman's tone was brisk and unpleasant a fighting tone.
"Sidhe thought it'd make a good bench," Zuri responded motioning to the espurr and the large log. The cat's eyes were undiligently resting on the new girl's breast. Zuri rolled her eyes at her psychic type not needing him to tell her what he was thinking.
Another person joined the small group. His words more friendly than the woman's as he offered assistance in placing the log near the fire. Sidhe cast him a brief glance trying to decide which was more important womanizing or the log.
"That would be a great help," Zuri said settling down the logs for tonight's bonfire before heading back over to the rotting tree trunk. She gave Sidhe a quick swat making the cat grimace and rub his ear. So no, on the womanizing.
Jincan gave an unpleasant hiss before dropping its small sticks into the pile. The skorupi hated company and even more so she hated noise that's her main reason for disliking Monty. Speaking of the ghost type had been slacking off and quickly found a treecko in the trees. The duskull giving a chuckle as he swooped in using scary face and looming in on the grass type.
"Monty," Zuri didn't need her ability to know when he was up to something. She knew the moment they arrived he'd try something. All it took was her calling his name to make the ghost flinch before giving the treecko a sheepish smile. The ghost also making a move to help with the log.
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Jul 22, 2018 13:47:24 GMT -5
CAUSE YOU AND I
WE'RE COOL FOR THE SUMMER ―
A collected and calm response followed Fran's accusative tone. Her pale skin reflected the burning sun as she motioned toward a small kitten. The wild-haired woman's eyes followed the gesture lazily, sizing up the purple beast. This young lady either had too much faith, or was just downright stupid. There was no way that thick log was moving between the two of them.
Fran blinked. She wasn't convinced she should help just yet. It simply was not within her brutish nature to help any stranger struggling in the woods. But perhaps the sooner she moved this process along, the sooner she could get back to her cooling off.
Just as the fighter was about to reach her decision, the sound of rustling branches sounded from above. Fran looked up, a few leaves falling around her figure. Before she could solely identify the source, another stranger appeared.
A young man with lavendar-colored locks emerged from the trees. Fran couldn't help but notice his hair matched the espur's fur at his feet. He approached the two women and offered his help.
Fran appreciated the offer, though she knew her team alone could move the log and help this fair-skinned lady. The felt a crowd forming, and felt less inclined to stick around. Though her first inclination was minimal at best.
"I don't think so but I'm no there to tell you what you can and can't too," Fran responded brassily. She shrugged and reached for one of the spherical devices resting along her belt. Her muscles flexed as she ripped a pokeball into the air above. A pool of white light poured onto the forest floor, slowly forming into a beast whose stature reached toward the canopy.
The white silhouette clinging to the pokemon dissipated quickly, the ball falling back into Fran's palm. Before the trio towered a chain of boulders, dull in the shade of the trees. The onix yawned listlessly, slumping forward.
"That's about all you need," Fran commented, looking back into the eyes of the young lady. The dark-haired woman stepped forward, placing a sweaty hand on the large log. "We'll help. Where does this need to go?" Her onix lowered his head, blinking slowly with that tired gaze he adorned so often. The quicker this hiccup concluded, the quicker he could nap under the beating sun. |
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Post by Yuki Hayakawa on Jul 27, 2018 21:10:40 GMT -5
A silent sigh was released from his mouth after hearing that his help would be accepted. Honestly, he expected the girl to deny his attempt to aid her over the fact that he was a stranger. Not a lot of people would be willing to allow a guy wrapped up in dirty robes, wearing goggles, and a face mask to be anyway near them. Yet he was still forbidden a smarter approach to appearances.
As as soon as he started moving his help wouldn't be required anymore. This was thanks to the other woman calling out the famous rock snake pokemon to help move the log with its strength. The desert resident gave a look over to the vulgar woman while blinking under his goggles. He didn't expect her to help given her tone and rude approach to the situation. Maybe she just wanted it done as soon as possible? The girl was making a lot of noise trying to move them.
"Try putting it a few feet away from the bonfire." Yuki instructed in a soft tone while pointing a finger over to the spot he was talking about. He started to make for the opposite side of the bonfire only to take a seat right on the grass and ignoring the log all together. They kind of hurt his butt anyway. "I hope you don't mind me being here for a little bit. If so I'll leave right away," Yuki said to the ginger haired girl.
He normally wouldn't bother people like this, but trying to navigate the forest was taking a lot out of him. A good few moments to rest should do the trick as as long as he wasn't a bother to the girls. He started to feel relaxed until he heard a loud cry from above followed by his Treecko crashing into the ground behind him. All thanks to the ghost scaring him so suddenly. The grass ninja growled in anger and started to stomp over to the ginger haired girl and her pokemon. He was only stopped by his trainer grabbing him by the tail and lifting him into the air.
"What did I tell you about starting fights needlessly? Are you stupid?" The purple haired trainer only received a low growl in response as his Treecko folded his arms and looked the other way. "Sorry about that. He gets aggressive real fast. Only things with his fists."
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Post by NOODLES on Aug 1, 2018 3:41:59 GMT -5
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Post by Zuri Sanders on Aug 1, 2018 19:46:26 GMT -5
★ Do what scares you, then you'll have the heart of a lion. Despite her unfriendly demeanor, the raven-haired woman was quick to shut down the males offer for help. Taking the task upon herself by using an onix. Large burly and easily the largest thing for miles it oddly blended in well with the trees. Like a stone tree itself.
"Indeed it would be," Zuri agreed as the woman stepped up beside her. The redhead backing away from the log along with her pokemon to give plenty of room. Her gaze turning to the campfire and the purple boys suggestion. It hardly mattered so long as it wasn't so close to burn feet. "About three feet away from the fire where he pointed is fine."
She didn't mind either one sticking around, to be honest. She had been planning a quiet night alone with the sounds of nature but this could also be well and good. So long as it didn't turn into a bloody brawl between the two of them. Which Monty wasn't helping any as he snickered earning a swat. Her hand passed through but the ghost was left rubbing its head sheepishly just the same.
"A troublesome ghost doesn't help things," Zuri responded. Her voice fading just a bit as she turned her attention to the paths noises. What was that humming noise? How about some motorbikes and punks that decided to crash in. Turning Zuri's gaze unamused as they put up their kickstands drew knives and released their pokemon.
"Jincan," Zuri called to the skorupi. The bug hissing menacingly as she rushed forward biting into one of the poochyena grabbing its collarbone and making it yelp.
"Monty, take their blades," Zuri commanded the ghost. Like such simple weapons would hurt the ghost type. He floated well out of range on the poochyena's swooping right in for their trainers menacing them as he gave an eerie screech.
"Better think twice now. I'm twice as horrific as either of my pokemon," Zuri said arms crossed ready to kick ass herself. She'd never let her pokemon hurt humans but she would.
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 2, 2018 8:09:35 GMT -5
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WE'RE COOL FOR THE SUMMER ―
When the purple haired traveler offered to leave Fran felt a little more comfortable. If he exited the scene so soon after it began, she too would be able to do as such. The dark-haired woman yearned to be alone in the woods once more; not stuck trying to make friends with a couple of teenagers.
The sound of her companion's lighthearted quarrel became muddled with a low hum. Detroit had just slumped over to take the large log within his maw, but Fran gestured a stiff hand for him to stop. "You hear that?" The onix blinked listlessly, slowly turning his head toward the noise.
A small gang of motorbike uglies descended upon the company. They threw themselves off their bikes and drew small blades, their sharpness matched by the teeth of their poochyenas.
Fran couldn't help but smile faintly. Having knives drawn on her in at an unexpected time reminder her of the good old days. Or possibly not so good. Either way, she was not alarmed by the outburst, and apparently neither was the redhead. The younger woman quickly took action with her small purple scorpian, launching an attack against on of the three menacing pups before them.
Her cool nerves and fast reflexes were almost admirable. Fran couldn't help but ease up slightly when she witnessed the fight unravel skillfully.
"D," the fighter called. It truly didn't matter which course of action the lazy onix would decide to take, as these poochyenas were obviously much weaker than him. Their bikers were just as so. The end of Detroit's body began to glow in white light, and he swiped his iron tail across the face of one of the enemy pokemon. The little dog was sent flying into the bushes beyond, its trainer more angry than concerned.
"If you punks don't get fuckin' scarce, you're next," Fran threatened, her eyes glaring intimidatingly. The red head's pokemon continued to take lead, ripping the knives from the sweaty palms of the criminals.
She enjoyed the fighting spirit of this young woman beside her. The trainer looked as if she truly was going to brawl alongside her small creatures, which made them all look a little bigger to Fran. The dark-haired woman looked on at the bikers, waiting to see what their next move would be. Her onix loosely coiled around her figure, growling. |
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Post by Yuki Hayakawa on Aug 4, 2018 13:07:04 GMT -5
The purple haired boy had to tighten his grip on his partner's tail as it tried to get away. He knew what would happen if he releases him seeing how he was still mad about the ghost's prank. Therfore, he didn't trust him to be by himself for the moment. Knowing how easily angered his pokémon was it seemed like a good idea to leave before a fight breaks out.
Before he could get up from the grass a certain noise filled both of their ears. The humming of an engine and by the sound of it the noise was getting closer. Turning his head he could see three men enter the camp area on motorcycles. His eyes narrowed underneath his goggles as he watched the men draw blades along side their pokemon. They were seriously trying to rob them?
A silent sigh escaped his lips. He could still remember the few times in his life where he had weapons drawn on him in broad day light. The fact that his life was always threatened scared him. But here he wasn't scared. He was more sick of going through this process than anything else. The idea of ending this peacefully was quickly thrown out the window as both women were quick to attack. Not like he could blame them for this.
Yuki signaled Treecko to help by gabbing a finger behind him. The small grass type jumped forward towards the gang and charged an energy ball attack. The green sphere flew out of his hands and was launched towards one of the poochyena the other two didn't focus on.
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