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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 3, 2018 12:45:07 GMT -5
 I T'S NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― The sun was getting low. A golden hue enveloped the winding path, coloring the leafy greens above. A deep, nature-made pond shimmered bright under the rays, breathing steadily in its own majesty. Along the edge was a pile of boulders, tightly arranged in a coiling circle. They stirred.
Fran threw a bucket of water onto the beast before her. The once-slumbering onix turned his head, grumpy and tired. He grunted at his trainer, inching away from the attack.
He looked at the dark-haired woman with lazy eyes. She was wearing shorts and a red jacket tied around her waist. Her midriff was exposed, as she had torn her shirt away in the heat of the day. Now her tanned and toned torso was exposed, a sports bra only slightly covering her full chest. She hung the bucket within her fist, eyes fixated on Detroit's.
"Ya gotta build up a tolerance, D," she reasoned. It was nature for a rock-pokemon to fall victim to water-based attacks, but it was a mistake to simply accept these facts. "It'll be a little at a time, but you'll notice a difference," Fran continued. Her onix was not so amused, but was all-in-all too lazy to retaliate against his training. He understood the purpose of it, and quite frankly, having water thrown against his bouldering hide was easier than fighting one of his teammates. It didn't involve moving.
Fran moved toward the water's edge again, bucket in hand. She had found it discarded along the path, so she cleaned it with some elbow grease, and was putting it to good use.
She crouched next to the pond, dipping the container back in. The cool water licked the tips of her fingers. Fran lifted the bucket a few times, working out her own muscles while she worked out her pokemon's endurance. Detroit had already closed his eyes again when she returned. Fran threw the bucket on a digit closer to his head. The onix's eyes shot back open, and he grumbled once more.
"Wish I had a hose, ya brute," she called to him. Detroit merely closed his eyes again, waiting for his trainer to come back from the water's' edge not far beyond.
Fran crouched in the low grass, placing her knees in the dirt. For a moment she set the bucket down and wet her hands. It wasn't exceptionally hot that afternoon, but the cooling touch still felt nice. She rubbed the water along the back of her neck and across her face, enjoying the feel. Fran then brushed the hair out of her face, and took the bucket back in her hand. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 3, 2018 20:27:31 GMT -5
A football spiraled perfectly into the sky, rocketing upwards as if it threatened to fly directly into the sweltering sun overhead. Though, before the leather ball could reach the peak of its ' fight', a massive orange-red dragon appeared and caught it with a single clawed hand—the Pokémon catching it with the utmost amount of ease. Directly below the dragon stood the human it belonged too, an ebony skinned male with a Pikachu roosting upon a naked and sweaty shoulder. " Good catch," he booms with a big smile, dashing down the beaten path of the route with as much possible speed he could muster—Pikachu hanging on tightly while acting like eyes for the human so he knew when Charizard would throw the football. " Pika! Pika!" Pikachu screams out, tapping the shoulder of Chancelor; the Fighter hitting a sharp left as he began to sprint off the pass and down a grassy field. The winged-beast above followed the human with massive beating wings, wings that sounded extremely powerful as they suspended the beast and allowed it the gift of flight. Unbeknownst to Chancelor, he was heading directly towards the nostalgic body of water with neither him, Pikachu, or Charizard paying much attention to their overall surroundings. With his ' birds-eye-view', Charizard sees the body of water and figured this'll be a great way to not only play a trick on his Trainer, but also cool off the sweaty teenager. So, the gigantic lizard cocks his arm back before he launches the football like a bullet being ejected from a handgun. " Pika!" The signal Chancelor had been waiting for. The boy turns his head behind him and sees the swirling ball bombing directly towards him. He picks up the speed that much more, stretches out his arm, and prepares to catch it. Everything then goes into slow motion as he feels both feet leave the grass in which they were planted firmly in. " What the fu-," he beings to think, body now falling into the body of water. SPLASH!Pikachu broke the wavy surface first, using the top of his Trainer's head as a stepping stool. The Electric type beings to cough up water as his human soon follows afterwards, slowly raising like a creature from the dark depths of a swamp. " Thanks for the heads up, Boss." He says to Pikachu who is still standing on a now messy and unkempt head of hair. " Pika... Pi..." ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 3, 2018 21:19:14 GMT -5
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A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― Fran breathed steadily, gripping onto the rusty bucket. Her emerald eyes trailed into the sky, burning bright in the rays. Sparce clouds slowly drifted to the west, twisting into weird and fun shapes in the air. The dark-haired woman sat for a moment, completely still. It was peaceful moments like this that one couldn't take for granted. Especially in a world riddled with tragedy and misfortune.
She thought back to a conversation she had not long ago. It was the second time she had heard about the team virus. Fran couldn't help but dwell on these words, anxious to see what these criminals would pull next.
So her mind traveled needlessly. The trainer pulled herself back to earth, dipping her bucket once more into the depths of the calm pond. She saw a few water pokemon swim into the darkness below. The woman blinked, and pulled herself back onto her feet. Se strode back to her onix, throwing another bucket of water onto his bouldering hide. Detroit winced, but grumbled a little less this time. Perhaps this was working better than she had thought.
Yet she couldn't help but feel as though another sound was masked underneath her own splash. Fran held the bucket against her waist, one hand protecting her eyes from the sun above. She scanned the horizon briefly.
There was definitely something out there. Her fingers wrapped around the handle tighter, nearly balling into a fist. She was on edge, expecting the unknown entity to be a hostile. But a large shadow cast over her body. Fran looked further into the sky, seeing a large orange dragon soaring through the air. She blinked listlessly, gaze falling onto a sudden breach not far from where she stood.
It was a boy. Fran placed the bucket on the ground carefully, and jogged to the waters edge, carrying herself along the brink until she had a clear look at the young man. His afternoon swim seemed less than intentional.
Fran stood at the pond, wet skin glistening softly under the sun. She placed a hand at her hip, relaxing when she realized she knew the trainer. The snowy-white hair and ebony skin could only belong to one person that she knew. The black-haired fighter remembered him almost fondly, as he was present when she caught her first pokemon along her journey. They had met once more after that, during a job she on-the-whim accepted.
"McQueen?!" She hollered, hands cupped around her mouth. He must have been running with quite some force to launch himself so far into the pond. The pikachu atop his head really gave him away as the young man she had run into before.
"You need any help, or..?" She trailed off. As her memory served her, McQueen was a strong enough trainer on his own, and he had a certain amount of pride. She hadn't known him long, or very well at that, but she could understand the surface of his feelings. Fran did not want to overstep her boundaries, nor did she feel the desire to launch herself into the pond to help a young man she could only describe as an acquaintance. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 5, 2018 12:31:06 GMT -5
" This some bull ass shit." The youngest McQueen groans, hair weighed down by water. Chancelor turns around to face the familiar voice—visibility hampered slightly by wet hair that traveled way past the nose. " The one and only," he answers to the females first call, hands beginning to move hair from covered eyes. " Oh. Wassup'." The teenagers booms, both him and Pikachu bestowing friendly smiles in the direction of Fran. Pikachu gets extra animated upon focusing on the female Fighter—jumping up and down with little arms waving in long fast arcs. This little jumping of the mouse only made the unkempt hair of the human even that more messier. " Fuckin' dickhead..." Chancelor grunts, beginning to stroll out of the refreshing water that went up to the waist." We good. I just tripped is all." He says with a tone that was less than convincing, moving very slowly through the water; honestly enjoying how refreshing it felt. That is when a fiery dragon descends out of the sky, wings beating as heavy feet plant upon the grass directly beside the Rock Snack Pokémon. The scarred beast smiles upon looking at his human with big battle hardened eyes, laughter soon erupting from the jolly gargantuan beast. " Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, asshole." Chancelor exclaims towards Charizard, throwing the football at him to catch as he fully brings himself out of the body of the water. " Small region, huh? How you been livin', Fran?" Chancelor asks, both hands on his hips while Pikachu leaps from his Trainer's head into the arms of Fran— hopefully she'd catch the assholeish mouse; but Chancelor wouldn't blame her if she just let his punk ass plummet. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 5, 2018 13:26:34 GMT -5
I T'S NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― The dark-haired woman rather enjoyed the company she received. She had remembered the jolly orange giant from their first encounter, who had apparently been McQueen's downfall. His dripping vision was truly a scene out of a book; a picture-perfect clumsy splash into the otherwise slow afternoon Fran was having. She listened to his words while catching the pikachu in her own arms. This one had always seemed to like her.
"You know," she shrugged, "just tryin' to whip some lazy rocks into shape." She gestured with her head toward her onix, who now raised his own to greet the charizard.
She cradled the electric type in her arms like a baby, looking down to rub his ears softly. Her eyes lifted to meet the boy's again. "Do you want a towel or something?" She offered, not really having one, yet the red jacket wrapped around her waist wasn't doing her any good.
The dark-haired woman began to lead them away from the edge of the pond, pikachu still in her grasp. It really was a small region, but she couldn't help but feel a little glad that McQueen had shown up. He had proven himself to be a strong trainer before, and the crass way he spoke left her at ease, as her own vernacular assumed a similar nature. He was not difficult to get along with, so his intrusion on her training did not feel so invasive. He may even be willing to offer tips.
Fran waved at the charizard, as she remembered was his greeting of choice. She noticed the football then, and realized the small group must have been enjoying a leisurely afternoon.
"Takin' it easy today?" She offered, calling over her shoulder to McQueen. The fighter wanted to make sure she wasn't keeping the young man from anything before inviting him to stay with her along the water's edge. Maybe the troupe could help her throw water on her bouldering sloth. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 6, 2018 13:03:00 GMT -5
" There ain't nothin' wrong being being a lil' lazy, y'know? All work and no play could lead to some dull rocks." Hazel hues fix upon the gargantuan Rock snake, a smile being accompanied by a thumbs-up shot in the direction of the lazy yet lovable beast. The youngest McQueen takes more steps forward, slipping out of Runner shoes and tossing them over to the fiery dragon. The jolly dragon catches them, and begins using toasty fire to dry them so the human isn't walking around with swampy and stinky feet for the remainder of the day. Pikachu, in the arms of the female Fighter, snuggled up; almost purring like a feline with a big stupid grin on his face. " A towel? Nah. I'm good. It's hot as hell today anyways, I'll dry eventually." He says, pulling back his hair in a style hardly anyone has ever seen him do before; in an impromptu ponytail. Charizard then tosses back completely dried shoes while Chancelor then throws him extremely soaked no-show socks to finish up the process of drying. Both Chancelor and Charizard followed the female as she laid them away, the Martial-Artist putting back on toasty socks followed by running shoes. The mighty orange-red dragon returns the friendly wave to Fran, an extremely muscular arm waving frantically overhead as scarred and scaly lips parted in a smile akin to his Trainer's. " Just trying to stay active with the fella's, y'know? Also lookin' for suitable training grounds, too. How about you and big boy over there?" Eyes glance down to the bucket the female dragged around. " By the looks of that bucket something tells me you ain't to use to this dry ass Johto heat." He chuckles, with well-toned arms crossing up against his exposed ebon chest. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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Post by NOODLES on Aug 7, 2018 0:31:03 GMT -5
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 7, 2018 11:24:19 GMT -5
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A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― The small group was led vaguely in the direction of the lazy onix. Fran scooped the bucket up into her hand once more, shaking her head softly. She agreed with McQueen; though her life had been riddled with strong-arming and hard-work. Since their journey had started, Detroit had subtly been teaching her how to relax and enjoy an afternoon. Still, he seemed to enjoy himself more often than necessary.
Fran placed the pikachu on her onix's hide, leaning against the bouldering mass casually. Her midriff warmed by the touch of her own personal thermal mass.
"Yeah we're tryin' to get some training done ourselves," she offered. If McQueen was going to get involved, perhaps it was time to turn from the endurance training, and move toward battle skills. She shrugged at his bucket comment, not sure the best way to explain her throwing water onto Detroit for the past hour. The onix's head appeared next to hers, grumbling a greeting to the other trainer. He was being surprisingly vocal.
Then, another out-of-the-ordinary thing occurred; one of Fran's pokeballs opened by itself. "Jesus," the woman exclaimed. She pushed herself off the rock, leaning forward with wide eyes. Out came her slowpoke, but he did not turn and smile at her as he usually did. Instead, he only slumped his way to the water's edge. He turned sluggishly and dipped his tail in.
"The fuck is that about," she muttered, half to herself. But before she could question Columbia about his actions, a pair of hostile birds swooped into the field. The larger of the two seemed to want to challenge McQueen, so Fran respectfully obliged the black bird to a battle.
The murkrow's wings began to light up for an attack. Fran pulled the pikachu off her onix as the large beast turned toward his opponent. The blatant difference in size intimidated the bird, but it did not yield. The murkrow dove at Detroit, connecting with the digit under his head. The wing attack pinched, doing minimal damage with the type-disadvantage. Detroit quickly countered with rock tomb, stopping the birds flight with his towering body. He loomed over the creature in midair, rocks forming about his head like a crown. Before the bird could find an opening to escape, the rock tomb fell onto it, beating the murkrow to the ground. It fell with a dull thud, completely defeated.
Fran was glad that her onix was able to decipher what to do without too much help. It really showed how far their training had come. He was becoming so much stronger.
When she turned her back on her beast to investigate her slowpoke's sudden appearance, she did not find him. Instead, standing at the water's edge was a larger pokemon with an immense shell latched to its tail. But its dopey face looked the same. "What the fuck," she muttered, in awe of all the things that were happening around her. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 8, 2018 3:03:12 GMT -5
" Just go easy on the big fella', y'know? I got a lil' sayin' that explains my credo perfectly: I did my one-thousand miles of runnin' so the people and Pokémon behind me don't have to work nearly as hard as I did." Those words are followed by a big grin that put those pearly whites on full display. The grin quickly died due to one of the female's Fighter Pokémon releasing itself from its sphere—a derpy looking Slowpoke moving very slowly to the edge of the water only to dip its tail in. Chancelor, being somewhat of a encyclopedia when it came to Pokémon recognized the extremely odd behavior being exhibited by the Water type. " Yo. I think you're boy might be-," words were cut short as two avian Pokémon appeared ready for battle—one of them being a Pidgeot that appeared rather powerful. Charizard prepared himself to take on the reckless wild Pokémon, but Chancelor held the equally powerful dragon back with a raised hand. The mighty winged-beast stood down as the raised hand of the martial-artist gripped around one of the PokéBalls clipped very securely around a utility-belt snug around the waist. " This one is all yours, M'boy." Chancelor says summoning a mean looking Gabite nibbling on a chewed up branch in talon'd clutches. The Cave Pokémon leered at the male Fighter before looking up at the Pidgeot. He tosses the chewed up stick towards Chance and the boy catches the slobbered up ' memento'. " You getting too old for this shit, Homie..." The Teenager groans, Gabite and Pidgeot engaging in combat. The Bird Pokémon dives upon the dragon, powerful wings slicing into the air; conjuring up extremely sharp sickles of wind that sliced in the direction of Gabite. However, instead of evading or borrowing underground to nullify the attack, he simply stands his ground and withstands hundreds upon hundreds of extremely sharp sickles bombarding into armored and rough skin. The otherwise powerful attack did no lasting damage to the dragon who jumps after the still-diving avian—a Dragon Rush allowing Gabite to experience pseudo-flight. This single attack was like a freight train slamming into the unsuspecting Pidgeot, the force more than enough to render the wild Pokémon incapable of fighting or even flying for that matter. The Cave Pokémon tackles Pidgeot down to the ground, gnawing and chewing at the wings to ensure the flying Pokémon could do so no longer if it could still fight. " Enough!" He booms sternly, Gabite still unaware when another Pokémon can no longer continue fighting or when they concede. To ensure the dragon ceased his attacks, Chancelor tossed the ' memento' stick at him in which Gabite caught said branch in his mouth as if he was some kind of canine. With branch back in possession, the Dragon type was now more or less docile and obedient. Eyes moved back over to the much larger pink Slowpoke. " He was evolving. Your boy just evolved into a Slowbro all willy-nilly. Now ain't that some shit." Chancelor can't help but shake his head at the unpredictable circumstance. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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Post by NOODLES on Aug 8, 2018 6:48:16 GMT -5
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 8, 2018 14:04:03 GMT -5
I T'S NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― McQueen's words came as a sort of comfort to Fran. He found the whole situation a little comical, it would seem. The dark-haired woman lightened the air with a soft smile, crossing the way to take in her newly evolved slowbro. Columbia saw his trainer approach, and dressed himself with the widest smile. He jogged to meet her in the middle, then embraced her with a large hug. Fran felt squished in his claws.
"Fuckin' cut it out, Columbia," she breathed. The slowbro let her down, lazily retracting his arms, but not his love. He pressed his noggin against hers. They were of a similar height now.
The woman knocked her pokemon in the head playfully with her fist. "I never saw some shit like that," she offered McQueen. Her other pokemon had evolved in the heat of battle. Leave it to the slowpoke to lag behind. Her slowbro kept close as she moved back to her company, regretting having missed his battle for the most part. Especially against such a grand beast like that pidgeot. She eyed the little dragon.
"This one new to you?" She asked cordially, not that she had full knowledge of the boy's team. Still, the gabite appeared young. Fran has had her fill of young pokemon. They were trouble makers.
She heard her onix growl beyond. Fran suddenly turned her attention back to her bouldering snake, seeing the cause of his unease was a mouse pokemon. Fran's eyes trailed to McQueen's pikachu, then back to the wild approaching Detroit. They looked eerily similar; there had to be some sort of relation there. But she kept her thoughts for later when the raichu leaped for her pokemon.
The mouse's cheeks became electrified and it NUZZLED its face into one of the digits on Detroit's body. Little damage was dealt, and because onix was part ground-type, he did not become paralyzed. The raichu was taken aback at this, and quickly began his next move. Detroit did not have a lot of time to counter as the mouse became an orange blur running along the grass. The AGILITY of the wild creature made it impossible to land an attack.
"Dig, D," Fran spoke calmly. Her beast followed her orders, thrusting his head into the ground and burrowing deep within the crust. The raichu stopped moving, unsure if it had won or not. It began to approach the hole that Detroit had left, peering into the darkness sheepishly. The snake rushed out of the hole without warning, colliding head-on with the curious mouse. The raichu was beat back, tumbling like a ball,, until hitting its head on the ground and falling unconscious.
Fran hesitated. She reached for the pack around her waist and pulled a great ball from within. The blue-colored device enlarged in her palm, and she threw it accurately at the raichu. It clunked against the beast's head, swallowing it whole.
Detroit looked over at his trainer, curious as to what potential she saw in this beast. But she kept her mouth shut, only watching the ball tilt back and forth. She knew she may be the only one that saw what the raichu could be. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 8, 2018 15:43:34 GMT -5
" Not all Pokémon are the same, y'know? Especially the Slowpoke species. I've heard stories of Slowpoke staying behind during natural disasters just to finish their evolution's." Chance speaks, sounding more and more like a Pokémon Professor with each day cycle that completed. The Fighter couldn't help but smile as the newly evolved Slowbro embraced his Trainer in a big loving hug—exhibiting new found physical strength alongside natural bulk. " Dependin' on the temperament of the Slowpoke also depends if it'll dip their tail or head in the water." He ceases his words with that, Gabite taking a side directly beside the youngest McQueen, maw working away at a trademarked branch with eyes focused ' intently' on the affection being displayed; absorbing the emotion and ' learning' from it. " Bro and I been together for about a month now. He's a newly evolved Gabite; shoulda' seen him as a Gible." Both Chance and Pikachu shake their head having the same exhausting thoughts of the adolescent dragon doing nothing but causing them grief and trouble. " We've been making some damn good progress, tho'. He's been growing inches daily and shedding a lot. A good sign when it comes to the Gible species, y'know?" He looks at Fran with a smile, further showing encyclopedia-akin knoweldge when it came to Pokémon and how most of them will operate under certain circumstances and conditions. In the middle of the conversation, Pikachu took note of the Raichu attacking the gargantuan Rock Boulder Pokémon. Fran was already on it, Pikachu didn't have to warn her on the attack as she and her Onix were already in the process of retaliating to the poorly executed attack on behalf of the Raichu— Pikachu would have never struck an Pokémon like Onix with an electric attack. Pikachu already deemed the Raichu an complete and utter idiot for that. An Ampharos followed the Raichu, looking directly at Chance and the Gabite. The blue dragon leered at the Light Pokémon, branch in maw while Ampharos struck first with a sinister beam of green light. " This one all you too, Bro. Unless you want me to take your precious stick away." Upon hearing those ' terrifying' words, Gabite dug under ground swiftly to evade the attack and get into a better position to attack the Light Pokémon. Like a Sharpedo on the hunt, Gabite swam through the dirt and launched itself out of the ground like water directly underneath the unaware Ampharos. This Dig attack had the full power of a brutal Dragon Rush—an unnatural amount of force that made quick work of the avian before the Electric type. Ampharos stood no chance against the superior and more prepared branch munching dragon. When the Light Pokémon hit the ground, eyes closed and body unresponsive, Gabite examined the motionless body and began to understand and see when another Pokémon was unable to continue to battle. " You see? You win. No need to continue if the opposition is no longer a threat." Chance says to his Gabite in the background, subtly instilling a value into the still young and overly aggressive dragon. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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Post by The Nature Hoot on Aug 9, 2018 10:42:24 GMT -5
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 9, 2018 12:27:56 GMT -5
I T'S NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― Fran waited like an archer after shooting her bow; patiently watching her companion attack a separate target before retrieving her arrow. She walked forward with Columbia at her heels to reclaimed the device, looking at the blue husk for a moment. Detroit lowered his head next to hers and grumbled.
"Don't worry about it," she retorted, playfully pushing the pokemon's large head away from her figure. The slowbro smiled and countered the onix with a bear hug. Detroit rolled his eyes, but didn't fight the affection.
Fran left her pokemon to play as they were, and tucked the great ball into her waist pack. She moved back toward McQueen.
"So you seem to know a lot about pokemon," she offered. Fran gripped her bare waist with her hands, shifting her weight to stand casually before her companion. "I wish I knew a thing or two," she shrugged. Fran was slowly beginning to accumulate some basic knowledge on the species that she was training, but not the sort of photographic facts McQueen seemed to have. She respected that; not only was he a strong opponent, but he had an exercised mind, too. Not to mention his patience with the ruthless gabite he had.
"We should get together sometime, not by chance," her eyes locked onto McQueen's hazel hues. Fran started to realize she had too much admiration for the young man to not spend time with him. "Ya know, trade secrets," she half-joked. McQueen must have had a good training regiment to create such a powerful thing as that charizard.
As the sun started to tuck itself behind the trees, she hoped they would be able to make some sort of date to meet once again. Fran's desire to finally purchase a cell phone grew in the moment. It would have made things easier.
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Aug 9, 2018 14:58:35 GMT -5
" Growin' up all I did was beat ass and study Pokémon. If I didn't retain even a little of all that knoweldge it'd be a damn shame, y'know?" Chance retorts with a chuckle following directly behind those first string of words, revealing a little tidbit about his past and upbringing. " Yo, I'll happily teach you a thing or two about a thing or two. I mean I may not be some licensed Pokémon Professor, but, for the most part, I do know what I'm talkin' about." He speaks further, eyes drifting down to the adolescent Gabite completely enthralled with the branch locked between the very same powerful jaws he utilities during combat. Then eyes are picked up and placed firmly upon the female Fighter, hazel orbs glowing in the backdrop of the sun setting Route. " Like I said, I have a lot to teach if you're willin' to learn." His tone takes a more ' subtle' tone, " secrets and all, y'know?" He can't help but grin, gesturing over to Charizard to come forth, the jolly giant beast currently the holder of his traveling bag. Chance gets hold of the bag, places it on the ground, drops to a knee, and begins digging through the contents of the biggest pouch—pushing aside water, snacks, and other various items one would have in a bag if they spent more of their time traveling from place to place. " If you ever find yourself in Kanto, you should consider stopping by my family dojo, Fran. You got a certain 'air' about you; the air of a full fledged champion." Eyes look back up at the female as the martial-artist continues to dig and dig, " and I don't say that often, y'know?" Gabite paid very little attention between the interactions between both the humans, but he did take note on how ' smiley' and friendly Chancelor was when it came to these kind of situations. Gabite found himself trying to imitate the smile, putting razor sharp teeth on full display directly at Charizard. However, in the midst of all the smiling, Pikachu warned the others of an approaching Electrode—a creeping terrorist with only one goal in mind; to blow up in the faces of those that were least expecting it. Charizard prepared to intercept the slowly creeping terror, but Gabite; for the first time, took it upon himself to get the task down; a reckless action, but his heart was in the right place. " Make sure he'll be alright, Boss." Chancelor gestures for Charizard to give support to the baby dragon if he'd need it, and Charizard does just that with even a moment of hesitation—the mighty dragon going airborne directly above the unaware Electrode. Gabite, took underground, approaching the unaware terrorist from underneath. Once directly underneath the rolling ball of destruction, Gabite emerged with all the power he could muster; hitting the Electric type with an extremely powerful Dig that launched it up off the ground and extremely high into the sky. The Ball Pokémon, from the unforeseen attack felt a chemical reaction from within kick into effect—it began to pulsate and glow; a clear indication of an explosion soon to come. Charizard quickly swoops up the also ' flying' Gabite and swiftly flies out of range of the impending bomb. Seconds afterwards, BOOM!A grand explosion in the middle of the sky that scared off numerous Flying types within the trees roosting. ✝ tag(s) - FRAN FALLONE . ✝ notes - =] . |
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