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Post by A-ub--re on Dec 3, 2009 20:53:32 GMT -5
Brightly colored blossoms stretched almost as far as the eye could see. Bright marigolds, periwinkles, baby's breath, and of course a few thorny roses carpeted the ground. The entire landscape was a kaleidoscope of colors -- crimson hues wrapped around virgin whites, bordered by navy petals. Every so often an inquisitive head would poke up from a grass coated tree stump, or peer out from between a curtain of willow fronds. The place was a paradise of not only sight, but smell as well. Subtle perfumes blended together to form one earthy scent. This place was beautiful! A virtual Eden! Until you turned around [ put your back to the ancient Swamp Willow] and took a deep breath. The colors seemed to have been sapped from the landscape, gradually becoming one mass of vomit green, and muddy brown. Dark murky water lapped inches from your feet, the mud permeating the flower fields as far as twenty feet in. The scent of rot, and decay flooded nostrils, as the small girl at the edge of the virtual heaven took in a deep breath. Water dripped from her shoes, which squelched as she strolled deeper into the flower fields--occasionally casting a fearful glance at the horrors behind her.
A dark tentacle slunk beneath the stagnant water, some unseen beast splashed in the shadows. Sounds from ahead caused her to turn back to her destination-- and to glance at the sleeping bundle in her arms. A little sprig of hot-pink, lay nestled in her arms, a single emerald leaf hung from the middle of its broad forehead. Two little triangular peaks sat atop its head, and occasionally its little feet paddled at the air. The girl holding it allowed herself a small smile, before a loud splash drew a scream from her throat:
"EEK!"
The orange haired youth began, almost dropping the dozing Hoppip in her arms to the damp ground below.
A monster from her nightmares rose from the deep--it stood about seven feet tall, and dripped mud from every bit of its body. Long claws jutted from its tri-pronged hands and feet. A pair of eyes like glowing embers were recessed in its mud coated face--its very white canines visible even through the smog-like air of the swamp. Pulling itself onto the dry land, the beast let out a moan, and drew its lips away from its pink fleshed mouth.
'Mouse---shut the hell up. It's just me. Idiot."
The creature grumbled, brushing a ivory-tipped hand against its chest, and drawing away in disgust.
" I look like a freaking sand-castle!"
Shaking itself, the large creature sent dried mud flying away from its body in a storm, lemon yellow scales now visible beneath the coating of much. Spitting a few times, the Statodyle climbed fully onto the bank, strolling up to the young girl, and scowling at her:
"You jumped off of my back! Then stomped on my face, because a freaking Tentacool brushed your ankle! I Look like the swamp beast--while you're somehow dry! You and that loud ass beast in your arms!"
The girl listed a fabric ensconced hand, and held a single finger to her lips.
In hushed tones she quietly whispered:
" I' m sorry Achilles . . "
Fear was obvious in her dark colored eyes, even as she turned toward a nearby stump, and sat down. Gently dropping the still sleeping Hoppip into her open lap, Aubre turned her face skyward.
" . . .it's pretty here Achilles. Right?"
" Little too girly for my tastes, all these damn flowers, it‘s enough to give a guy allergies."
"Yes. Just a bit girly."
The girl's change of opinion drew a sigh from the dragon looming over her. Throwing his petite arms into the air, Achilles curled around the stump, his tail slowly waving back and forth in annoyance.
" So what the hell we here for?"
The Dragon muttered after about ten minutes of silence, the agitation in his voice growing as he spoke.
" I . .err . . . umm . ."
Aubre began to murmur, words tripping over one another in an attempt to find a satisfactory reason.
Would he like her picking a certain kind of flower? Or would he pick her head from her shoulders from dirtying his scales for something so trivial?
Maybe she should just shut up? Yes. That worked.
The girl's words trailed into nothingness. The dragon--very much used to it--merely let out a muted growl, before closing his eyes.
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Post by Michael Leighton on Dec 21, 2009 17:14:58 GMT -5
ooc: Finally read your post! Hahaha!
Gah, I feel like my post fails, but I promise it'll get better. Hope you don't mind my use of random pokemon. I looked at the encounter probability before deciding, promise.
ic:
Near the edge of the swamp was where many of the better, more dangerous pokemon lived. That was why he was here. Mike had to make his pokemon stronger and catch stronger ones if he wanted to earn a promotion, which he did. Very, very badly. So, with Bro behind him leaving a trail of fire and ash through the fields, Mike set forth to make the charmeleon stronger. Lackey could use some more power, too. The zangoose was too weak, and just needed more combat experience, Mike was convinced. Merc had already been through his excercises for the day, battling a combee and a couple of hoppips earlier. His fire attacks made quick work of the bug and grass types.
Now, it was Bro's turn to train. Mike figured that if they burned a path through the grass, first of all the pokemon's habitats would be gone, and secondly, it might attract curious pokemon. He'd already fought off a hoppip with relative ease, that had been curious to investigate the singeing of the grass. However, neither Bro nor he were satisfied with just one. Maybe they could find a trainer out here... a weakling, who'd come to admire the flowers...
As luck would have it, it was shortly after this thought entered his head that he saw a trainer trailed by a large lizard-looking pokemon sitting under a tree. Perfect targets. Michael and his charmeleon set forward to challenge the... woman, it looked like, to a battle. Along the way, they found they'd disturbed an angry-looking ledyba. Mike never cared for the bug type, so he quickly set to work fighting it with fire moves. The bug-type was strong, however, and so the fight continued, getting very intense. Mike was sure the trainer under that tree could see the fire shooting up at the ledyba; it was just a matter of how she would react. However, that was the last thing on his mind, as this weak bug-type was making headway against his Bro! “Dodge, Bro! Don't be weak! Dodge its attacks!” It was no use; that stupid Comet Punch kept hitting the charmeleon. It was at this point that charmeleon entered a rage, slashing recklessly at the bug type. Even though it wasn't as effective as his Ember, it was at least hitting the evasive pokemon, and that was critical in this now-heated fight. Mike's yelling only served to further provoke its rage, making it fight harder. Really, it wasn't that Michael was a bad trainer; he just didn't know when he was over his head, and this ledyba was older and stronger than his charmeleon, not to mention that it was also very angry, at this point.
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Post by A-ub--re on Dec 21, 2009 21:26:13 GMT -5
The dragon had slowly fallen asleep, tail tickling at his nose, his gargantuan feet kicking at invisible enemies. The large orange eyes lay tightly closed, and with each rise of his chest mud fell off in panels, yellow slowly became more visible, as did the jagged scar curving over his pale chest. Distant noises were echoed in his dreams, Hoppips screamed in his ears even as he leaned forward to claim his valor trophy, a gruff male voice barked orders from Aubre's mouth instead of a simple, high-pitched thank you. Long ears twitched, and with a growl his eyes snapped open, turning toward the area where Mike and friends were having their asses handed to them by a ladybug.
"nghh...."
The dragon groaned, placing his feet on the ground and lifting himself to his full height. With a toothy yawn he stared at the fireworks display where the shouts came from, he was entranced by them in fact. Such pretty colors, though he could do without the loud noises.
A hand on his behind made him snarl, his long spade-shaped muzzle swung around, ready to cleave flesh from bones.
" ....Dom't touch me! Mouse, what the hell are you doing?"
The girl had risen from her seat, and now clung to the dragon and Hoppip like some sort of life raft. Long petaled flowers hung from her hoody pockets, and were even stuffed in the shirt's many holes and rips. The girl's fingers were covered with loamy soil, and dead tree fronds hung from her bangs like some sort of crown.
" ......flowers..........you....you made me come here for ....flowers?"
The dragon's tone was hard to decipher, it was stuck somewhere between astonished and angry, it even held a hint of laughter.
" ...Mouse..........."
The creature began to speak once again, only to be cut off by another loud order from Mike, and a bright flash of fire.
With a yelp , Aubre buried her head in Achilles flank, her hands curling about herself in a hug, her hands twitching in random patterns, her eyes screwed tight with fright.
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Aubre had been on her knees when Mike had arrived, or at least when she had noticed him. The Hoppip lay asleep on a nearby patch of flowers, which hopefully held no deadly spiders, angry fairies, or poisonous flowers. The girl wiped her fingers on her pants at the thoughts. Long fingers were currently plucking at the flowers, leaving petals on the ground. The beheading of spring greenery did not last long however, the girl could hear the screams of angry flowers, and feel green lifeblood flowing down her wrists. Instead, she began to gently uproot the dark petaled flowers nearest to the swamp water, and stuffing them into her pockets. It still conjured the idea of murder, and she could imagine someone plucking her decaying body from the ground, but she tried her best to ignore them.
The teenager jumped each time the foliage rustled, each movement was the monster from the lagoon come to turn her fingers into bread, but each time it remained invisible, until it turned into a human shout. With a start, and a jump the girl surged forward and grabbed her sleeping Hoppip. A long rotten stick found its way into her arms, which was hastily tossed away, no need to make the monster mad, or to give it a toothpick. The sounds of battle greeted her, and fearing an attack she rushed toward Achilles, hand on his tail, even as he rose to his feet.
The snarl made her cower, but the sight of fire made her scream, her eyes slowly fogged over, a mixture of nightmare and memories taking over. The image of the desperate Ledybya was replaced with a red-skinned version of herself.
Aubre could feel the heat, its never-ending teeth bit into her flesh, tongues of death colored smoke licked at her lungs, and she could smell burnt flesh. The entire world was crumbling into hell, and green eyes seemed to smile above the blaze. The image made her shiver, even as her skinned turned to ash, and white bone became visible, slowly turning into so many grinning teeth.
"......make it...stop.........."
Aubre mumbled, not seeing the dragon she was currently draped across turn toward Mike with a glare.
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"Yo~ Firebug! Does this look like a campground?!"
The dragon stepped away from his trainer, even as she began to seep back into reality.
With a disgusted look at the nearby sludge, he stepped into the water, taking resolute strides toward Mike and Bro.
" Bug too big a man for you Smokey? He insult your ugly ass mother, or do you just like being a bully?"
Aubre could only watch with horror, why did Achilles insist on causing trouble? Why didn't she end up with a mute pokemon for a partner?
Why did she have to die in a swamp?
[ ...alright..this is a poorly done Aubre//Killez..give me a bit, it's weird playing her on Remoor after all this time.]
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Post by Michael Leighton on Dec 27, 2009 17:50:22 GMT -5
Michael would hardly call it having his ass handed to him by a bug; his Charmeleon had the advantage; he just needed a little more persuasion. And each time he breathed fire on the thing, its attacks became less enthusiastic. Regardless, the battle was still slightly in the insect's favor...
...Until it got some serious burns.
When Mike saw the ooze of a serious burn, he knew he had this battle in his pocket. Once Charmeleon's rage wore off, Michael hit the bug with fire attacks, each time it grew weaker.
Michael tossed a glare at the... dragon? Whoa, that was new. He didn't know dragon pokemon could talk. Or any pokemon, for that matter. "Hold yer scales up; you can talk big all you want, but when we're done with this wimp, you're next." Lackey needed some good combat experience, after all. But right now, Michael couldn't get distracted. "Hit 'em again! Keep using fire, Bro!" It wasn't too long before the pokemon fell, though Charmeleon was exhausted. Mikey let him rest in his pokemon, immediately bringing out his Zangoose. He took a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow before stalking toward the dragon pokemon. "Now what's this you were saying about my good-for-nothing Mom? Or maybe you meant Bro's DRAGON mother." He'd been told how his uncle knew the trainer that owned the Charizard that had laid the egg his Bro hatched from. But truthfully, Mike didn't care if the other pokemon backed down. He was looking for a fight, anyway.
ooc: Guh, shorter than yours, but I think it's okay.
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Post by A-ub--re on Dec 28, 2009 20:40:39 GMT -5
Aubre had lowered herself to the ground, elbows slowly shifting as she lay them in an almost prayer-like position on the loamy ground before her. Her head was slowly lowered onto the bent arms, even as she slowly began to crawl to a nearby rotten log. The girl tried her best to ignore the noises behind her, the angry hiss of smoke and flames, Achilles wicked-wicked probably fatal words, and the gruff reply of a male. If she turned the voice a little deeper it could have been Leo's voice, that Charmeleon could easily be a new recruit, or a Houndour stuffed in a lizard suit. The Ledyba squealed like a frightened child as flames continued to gnaw hungrily at its carapace, had she screamed like that? Had that been her? Shouldn't she be helping the thing? Shouldn't she be some sort of martyr, make Achilles tear the bully to shreds, it was what her old self would have done!
For just a moment she paused, nearly raising from her worm-like position into that of an Arbok, she almost added protests of her own, until the Ledyba fell with a final gout of flames. An angry voice snarled at her from somewhere deep inside, telling her that she would have done something before, before the incident.
Good thing she was no longer that foolhardy, daring , little idiot who had gotten charred in a trash covered alley.
Upon reaching the log Aubre rose into a sitting position, wide green eyes focused on the scene before her, if the crazy looking man pulled out a gun the lumber would provide some protection. Unless it was one of those gigantic,, limb-tearing weapons that you could hide with a simple belt cinch, and baggy pants. The gellow's pants looked baggy enough to be hiding death and pain.
The dragon opened his mouth, and Aubre winced. The man would blame her, attack her, eat her, turn into a cannibal on her.[/] Sometimes she thought Achilles was trying to get her murdered, sometimes.
In her fear she had forgotten the little pink ball of plant who now rested on a copse of rotting vegetation, its eyelids shifting rapidly in the murky light of the Swamp. For just a moment they threatened to open, and a frightened little mewl emerged.
No no! It would give her away! Aubre appeared to have gone native, her entire face was streaked with rapidly drying mud the color of decay and death. It ran down her cheeks in wide rivers, and even dotted her nose with a single blade of grass. The once black Hoody was now striped wit a giant shit-colored line, and her shoes were nothing but fabric wrapped in dirt with a fine covering of dead grass. The covering almost resembled war paint, at least when one ignored her wide-terrified eyes, and shaking hands.
"...Achilles....no...shut up..."
The teenager began to mumble as her dragon turned on the newest entrant to the scene, a white-red weasel known as a Zangoose. Those claws could easily destroy steel dumpsters, much less filet the flesh of a trainer whose pokemon displeased them.
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The dragon was half tempted to electrocute the short-little trainer, and his little firebug of a lizard. How dare they ignore him, much less tell him to hold his scales? Sparks blasted from his nose with each raging breath, claws rolling into a giant fist.
" You couldn't beat me with an army of little flaming geckos."
THe dragon growled, watching the poor Ledyba take a beating, even though he wasp laying the hero deep at heart the dragon was still a bit of a bully, besides he knew outright saving the poor bug would result in his trainer having a coronary.
When the boy turned back to the battle, and issued a command, Achilles took a few steps forward, before kneeling down, a single plate-sized palm submerged into the water, his eyes twinkling devilishly as his tail flew at the trainer's head.
" Sorry...I tripped...."
The dragon mumbled quietly as the Zangoose entered the scene, those claws looked about as dangerous as a pair of rusty butter knives.
"Oh know, his mom's probably a brown eyed beauty, not as scrawny as you, though I doubt she wore as much makeup.
Years of arguing with a bad-mouthing fish had turned insults into a game, and with a toothy grin he quickly added:
" Your mom on the other hand was probably a dirt-lickin' hooker. "
A single orange eye slid toward the Zangoose, it narrowed sparks flying from its surface as the dragon spoke with a menacing growl:
"Tell Sparky there to back off, I don't want to dance, I have better things to do than trounce weaklings................."
The dragon hesitated for a moment, eyes swiveling to his trainer's wide green ones.
Maybe it would help if he trounced this bully, if he showed her that she was nowhere near defenseless? No matter how small it had been she had raised him somewhat, he could be as good a protector as any patriotic bird she had stuffed in her pocket.
Besides, he was pissed, and didn't this little bastard deserve a few cuffs on the ears?
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