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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 12, 2018 16:50:55 GMT -5
Route 45 would make for an excellent workout for Chance and the Poliwag that accompanied him this very warm and sunny afternoon. The nineteen year old traversed the tiring road shirtless, with cream colored khaki shorts, and the proper climbing sneakers suitable to tackle this challenge. Upon his back was a draw-string bag filled with snacks, water, a map just for the off chance he gets lost, and a hoodie for the cooler nights that coil around Fusube. On his hip was a full belt of six Pokéball—two of them being occupied, one of them being vacant for the time being, with the final three being unclaimed for the time being.
The sweaty teenager vaulted over a low hanging branch, hazel eyes fixing behind him to see the newly required Water-Type somewhat struggling to keep up. "Ain't use to this kind of weather, huh? Aight. We can rest for a bit, homie." Chancelor says to the winded Pokémon, slightly winded himself but Poliwag was much worse for the obvious reasons. The Trainer took a seat upon the branch, and brought out a water bottle from the draw-string backpack. He allowed the Water-Type to drink first, holding the top to his lips and squeezing for a jet of water to flood the little pucker of a mouth upon the Poliwag. A thankful cry came from the Water-Type, a little hop to further give thanks as he took a seat beside Chancelor. "Ain't nothin' but a thing, baby. We a team. We gotta' stick together, y'know?" He says—subtly instilling a firm value into the mind of the Pokémon, a few head pats on the damp blue skin of the tadpole.
"It sure is hotter than a Charizard's flamethrower, tho'." Chancelor sighs, sweat rolling freely down a brow and pooling within the white hairs of his eyebrows. He felt the trickling saltiness forming a pool, so, using the back of the hand, he wipes it all away with one good clean motion." Hopefully there are some good Pokémon roaring around these parts. Would make for some good trainin', huh?" He looks down at the Water-Type beside him; Poliwag chirping in enthusiastic agreement upon their eyes meeting. "At lease we on the same page, bro. Me and you? We're going places, homie."
✝ tag(s) - @ - - - . ✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [OO|O3] .
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Should I play the grieving girl, that my world has gone dark without you. I will sing no requiem.
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Post by Arceus on May 12, 2018 17:54:31 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]A Wild Pokemon Has Appeared [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]
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[attr="class","Vpokenamebox"] [attr="class","Vpokename"]CHARMANDER [attr="class","Vpokeinfo"]FIRE - MALE - LEVEL 6 - BLAZE
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[attr="class","Vpokemove"]GROWL
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[attr="class","Vpokemove"]SCRATCH
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[attr="class","Vpokemove"]EMBER
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[attr="class","Vpokemove"]SMOKESCREEN
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♫ bad bitches in my kitchen, cookin' me food like i live at hooters ♫
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 13, 2018 1:26:58 GMT -5
Roughly fifteen minutes passed since the Pokémon and partner had taken this little rest stop. It was a good bonding experience for the both of them, Chance made sure the Water-Type maintained peak hydration while cracking a few jokes and fun little pranks every now and again. Truthfully, it was nice having a more 'docile' Pokémon apart of the squad. Don't twist words, Chancelor loves and respects both Mankey and Larvitar, but it gets hard even for him—a teenage boy forged by the same hostility flowing through them both. The three of them had a lot more in common than they probably realized, each being the embodiment of the same deadly emotion. The thought made the Pokémon Trainer chuckle, Poliwag looking up at the human with a tilted head, confused on what he found so funny. "You're chill, bro. Thank you for being so chill. It's nice to be able to just hang out and enjoy the weather, y'know?" He explains to the Water-Type a few more pats on the head before Chance picks his bottom up and off the thick log. Stretching numb legs, he jumped in place a few times to awaken sleeping muscles and limbs.
As he did this, down the beaten path, within a rustling butch, an iconic Pokémon sprung forth and stood in the middle of the path—powerful jaws working away at freshly picked berries, a blazing tail indicating it was happy and carefree. "You gotta' be shittin' me, bro." He says in disbelief, a rare species of Pokémon mere meters ahead. This had to be too good to be true, right? Obviously such a rare find belonged to a Trainer such as himself, correct? The hazel eyes of the teenager shifted left followed by right, back left and right one final time. He heard nothing that sounded like a human within the area. That was until the Charmander turned to face him, noticing both the human and the Water-Type directly ahead. An awkward silence engulfed the path.
"Char!"
The little orange lizard belched, embers spewing from an open maw, tail happily swishing from side to side. "Poliwag, bro. I need to make it rain on that beauty right there. Papa just found himself a hot little piece of flamey goodness." Chancelor is giddy, hardly able to maintain his cool as Poliwag leaped in front of the boy and stared down the rare Fire-Type.
Charmander took a step closer, smoke seeping from he sides of its closed mouth—flames roasting the berries it so happily ate. The Water-Type charged forward with full intentions on pleasing the Trainer. Once within a suitable range, a steady stream of watery bubbles ejected from puckered lips and shot directly at the Fire-Type. The lizard took this attack head on, face and chest getting completely soaked; a hot sizzling from the skin as flames and water mixed in a grand display of steam and boiling.
"Char! Char! Char!"
The Wild Pokémon cried, attacking the Tadpole with razor shap claws capable of cutting into hard stone. Poliwag was ready for this and reacted accordingly, wiggling and slithering through the wide arching slashes; almost like he was dancing around the savage attacks. In between the evades he managed to land a few tail slaps that only enraged the Fire-Type. In sync, the both leaped back and clashed with elemental attacks; flames against water. A very hot steamy wrapped around the battlefield, one so hot Chance had no other option but to take so much needed steps back lest he find himself scalding something vicious.
"Bro! you good?" He shouts, steam making visibility piss poor. No response came from either Pokémon, however, as the disability cleared, Poliwag stood victorious with the Charmander dazed, face first in the dirt; tail still blazing but not nearly as strong as before. Giggling like a little school girl, Chance grabbed a unclaimed PokéBall and tossed it at the Fire-Type in hopes of catching it and adding it to his roster.
✝ tag(s) - @ - - - . ✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [O1|O3] - THREAD COMPLETE - Poliwag has gained +0 levels - Charmander has been captured with a PokéBall .
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Post by AURA GUARDIAN on May 13, 2018 1:59:25 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]The wild pokemon has been caught [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]
Charmander has been caught, feel free to conclude when you desire.
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With the conclusion of your wild thread, you've gained a new friend. In addition, you also find:[break][break] [break]-Potion x 2 [break]-Full Heal x 1 [break]-¥ 300
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