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Post by NPCmod on Oct 29, 2009 19:21:42 GMT -5
The Gible's mind, claws, and stomach were currently at war with one another. The second and the last attempted to unify a war with the third, a very cowardly guerilla war was now obvious, at second glance. It began with stubby little ivory claws unfurling, and slowly reaching toward the cube of food in Faolan's hand. Stubby little arms strained to reach, even when Feng was kneeling down a few inches away. A sharp shout of protest, and a sense of danger made him quickly retract his claws back into fists, and the fist slowly descended back to his side.
The sharp protest that had screamed from his mind slowly faded away. Wide dark eyes stared at the trainer's other arm, did he use it to balance like a tail or something? Or was he hiding something? Bully Kangashkan did that. When they stole food they always hid it behind their back, and giggled when the short little pokemon couldn't reach it. The mind let out a purr of satisfaction, of course this entire situation was suspicious. Why would this boy be any different from what his mother had told him?
The stomach was not going down without a fight. With a loud rumble it sent a few dull aches flying through the Gible's abdomen. It reminded him of his presence, and the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach. That cube of bait was harmless enough, and the boy was just scratching his back!
The claws joined back in, and ignoring the protests from the overly conservative brain they snatched forward, and formed a cage around the prize. The food practically squealed at the injustice, as the Gible lifted it up, and popped it into his mouth.
The mind screamed, and the stomach rejoiced with a cry of triumph--or more hunger.
Delicious spices coated his throat as the dragon type swallowed.
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"Yeah ..I am. .you got any more? Please?" The Gible allowed its wide mouth to spread in a toothy grin, little arms waving ti stumbled toward Feng's other side, and attempted to look at his back. "Back here?" Maybe he was trying to hide the food? No doubt he would be proud of the little Gible if he found it.
It had to be back there, it wasn't like people had little pouches to keep things!
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Faolan
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A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror.
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Post by Faolan on Oct 30, 2009 20:41:48 GMT -5
[ Another short one Dx ]
Post Count: 8/25 Ball Count: 9/10 Bait Count: 27/30
Faolan was a bit amused at the creature's behavior, seeing as how it was not something he'd been used to. Cheery and upbeat wasn't a common personality trait found around the slums and Pravus headquarters. Usually most of the officers and grunts he passed by tended to have their heads so far up their own asses they failed to give other people a chance. This was one of the reasons why he had yet to make any friends over in the organization.
That and he really didn't want to play nice-nice with other people quite yet, even if they were basically on the same team.
He brought his hand back around to press another cube of pokefood against the Gible's... mouth, making sure he wouldn't get his fingers caught and probably devoured without him realizing it. The way this thing was going he wouldn't be surprised if he ended up giving away all his bait just to appease its hunger. He wasn't too miffed by this, though, because it wasn't as though he were going to stay here longer after he was done with this creature. The day was still young and there were still places to go, people to see.. .things of that nature.
"I've got a bit more... You're really hungry, huh?" If the Gible was looking closer it might have seen the strained way in which Faolan's smile stretched across his face. By this point he was fingering the Safari ball at his side and pressed the button to enlarge the capsule in preparation of catching a pokemon. It was easy enough to guess why, considering that there was only one creature standing in front of him at the moment. "Go ahead. Take it."
Chances were the Gible wouldn't think it was poison since he'd already devoured a few cubes of it already.
Without bothering to see if the pokemon had started munching away at the proffered bait, Faolan curved his other hand out, the Safari ball grasped in his hand, and sort of bounced the device on the pokemon's head with a burst of red light with all intent to get it caught inside.
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Post by NPCmod on Oct 31, 2009 22:37:25 GMT -5
The Gible took a few short steps back as the human moved his hand toward his face. Was he going to rub and pinch at his cheeks like Grandma did? It hurt, and this fellow did not look like his grandma, and he wasn't making the squealing sound she made when she did it either. Was he trying to hit him, or hurt him? The Gible was now able to discern the tiny little block of food that was now inches from his wide mouth, and balanced on the edge. Feng had been right to be careful of his jaws, as he opened them they slowly spread outward, sharp teeth narrowly edged by the Pravus member's fingers, and with a ferocious flick of the tongue, the spicy cube disappeared down his gullet, amid much moaning and a grin.
The Gible stopped in its throes of ecstasy, to stop and tilt its head toward Feng. "...thank you...again.. growing pokemon need food after all.." Who cares that his mom said he was getting a little round along the middle? Over and over his aunt and grandma told him what he had just repeated to Feng, no doubt a skinny, twig-looking thing like him knew what it was like to be hungry. "...what's wrong..you have a toothache?" The smile was beginning to look less and less friendly, and that was really the only reason the Gible could think of.
One more flashed through his head just as the dragon opened up his mouth to ask another question. "Hey Miste---why is it so dark?" The whiny voice echoed back in the empty void, and the Gible slowly shook his head. "Wha...?" Look the light, mother always told him to head toward the light.. or was that the voice inside his head?
A slim disc of light lay ahead, it gleamed on the horizon, and stubby little legs began to blur as the Gible picked up speed.
ONE.
Muscles ached, but claws found themselves hovering inches from the bright slit, and he threw himself toward it, even as it began to shrink.
TWO.
The Ball burst open with a series of red streamers, and the Gible found himself submerged fast first in a deep puddle of mud and water.
Lifting his head from the water he merely stared at Feng, eyebrows raised in unasked inquiry. What the hell was that? One of those psychic visions or something?
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Faolan
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Post by Faolan on Nov 19, 2009 11:58:19 GMT -5
[ Ughhh sorry it's taking me forever for these. :C ]
Post Count: 9/25 Ball Count: 9/10 Bait Count: 27/30
Well. That was certainly unexpected.
Although he had been raised on the concept of "if at first you don't succeed" and all that, he had to admit it was a bit disappointing that he hadn't at first gotten the thing stuck inside the ball. His cheeks were starting to hurt from all this smiling.
"I know what you mean," he stated, chin resting on his hand absently. "I've got plenty of food to spare, you know... quite a lot, really, and more than what I've got here." He left the last bit hanging in the air, hinting at vast untouched stores of produce just waiting to be uncovered or inquired after. Certainly he wasn't carrying any with him, aside from the bait given by the park employees, and right now he was relying on the Gible's big gullet to move things in his favor.
"No, I don't have a toothache. Perhaps it's because I don't eat a lot, so I don't have much concern for cavities. I am, after all, just one person... so I usually end up wasting all this food when I don't eat it..." Faolan had taken to playing with a cube of bait in his hands during his little speal and was now dangling it enticingly in front of the Gible's face. With a stomach as big as its head, he was half-hoping that he hadn't even touched the tip of the iceberg with this little creature, and that he still had a few pangs of hunger plaguing him.
"Even now, I've got a lot of food..." He continued, that telltale glint now in his eyes. It was true, his pockets still had that slight bulge from the mass of pokechow that had yet to be used. Or perhaps those were just the Safari Balls, but either way, it was a big mass.
"And I still don't know what to do with it." With a flick of his thumb, he sent the bait flying at the Gible in a gesture of good-humor, as though he were content to just sit and feed the thing until it had had its fill and would lapse into a food coma.
At least then capture would be easy.
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Post by NPCmod on Nov 21, 2009 0:10:31 GMT -5
Arms pushed down into the swamp muck, and with a few comedic trips the little dragon rose to an upright position. A single teal eyebrow was still arced, even as little ebony claws began picking mud out from between his teeth. "Where's a toilet bag when ya need one?" Spitting out a glob of slop [which may or may not have had some marigold petals], he took a step toward Feng. A single claw jabbed at the human. "You did something! You did!" Not that he knew what. The next thing he knew the boy was dangling food inches from his nose.
Teeth clamped down, and a grasping hand dropped back down to his side. THis was like of those snare trap things!
The Gible wasn't going to be fooled again. Beady little eyes scrutinized the man, his nostrils flared in suspicion. "Uh-uh. You're not tricking me again, I don't want to go into the black-pit-place again! So you're not fooling me! I don't want your drug studded food....or...to have rocks thrown at me again!" Both arms folded over his chest, and he turned away for a few seconds before Feng spoke again. " So many starving children could eat that food, monster. ... not that I want it. " The Gible slowly turned back around, and attempted to show his self control.
He did not want that cube of food. That delicious, orgasmic, sweet-smelling, well cooked slab of heaven. It didn't matter how it smelled, he was not going to take it from the boys hand.
In the mud below the safari ball's bright green surface was slowly being swallowed by the coffee colored sand. It slowly disappeared from existence, much like the Gible's resistance to food when Feng tossed another cube of pokefood.
Stubby little legs pushed downward, and with a squelch the Gible rocketed into the air. Caged-teeth came apart, and smashed together with a cube of food between him.
...Well...he would only do it this once. Food made him sleepy after all, especially when it tasted this good.
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