Cody's Latest [POKEMON ENCOUNTER]

[||Cody R||]

{{Cody's team needs some expandinggg. XD And this post is absolutely pointless, as well as horrendous...Meh. It's okay for this, I guess.}}

"What are we doing in Moonbreeze Fields? All there is here is grass, grass and…what do ya know? More grass," Blaze asked.

The large fire-type Pokemon marched through Moonbreeze Fields, making sure he patted down the greenery standing erect below him. The destructive nature was normal—normal for him at least, so it didn't really bother his trainer Cody who walked just ahead of him. The young man's arms were outstretched, while his lips were drawn back into a wide grin. His hair billowed around his shoulders as the wind blew past the two, and his jacket flapped wildly in the seemingly ongoing breeze. What were they doing in Moonbreeze Fields? That was easy. Cody, even though he'd just been given another Pokemon by his parents, wanted another. While he loved his little Casper, the Dia was just all too weak. He needed another Pokemon to help balance out his team. After all, his job required him to have higher level Pokemon.

Aside from him wishing to encounter a new Pokemon Cody also had been hoping to take a break for a few hours. With his work becoming more and more stressful, he needed to find something to ease the building tension. Traversing Moonbreeze Fields—that was his one chance for a meager respite. Plus, with Vice, Casper and Rocket at home…relaxation seemed to be just a few moments away—along with in his favor. So with that in mind, Cody continued his walking and stopped when he found himself a shadowy patch of grass that would provide some sort of shield to mitigate the heat bearing down on two being emitted by the sun. He then sat down and supported his weight by leaning back on his hands. Blaze on the other hand just stared at the seemingly empty fields, a firm line caressing his lips. He wasn't amused; it was clear as day.

"We're going to be catching us another friend…hopefully. I don't really know what Pokemon lurk about here, but that makes it exciting! Am I right, ol' buddy?" Cody asked enthusiastically. If Blaze wasn't in a great mood, which Cody had suspected him not to be from the get-go, he was going to change that. It was his job as Blaze's trainer and best friend. "I mean…we don't know what we're going to see today. You might have yourself a new best buddy yet!"

"Hm. I guess that's exciting…sorta—"

"I can see that smile! Don't think I don't see it!" Cody interjected a sense of kidding lacing his tone. So he was all too charismatic at the moment—he had a reason to be, and it was working. Blaze was smiling, if only slightly.

Blaze laid down then. His tail wrapped around his snout while his chin rested on his clawed hands. "Okay, okay…I am smiling, but only because you're a complete and utter freak. It's a wonder you have any friends," Blaze replied, smirking.

Cody rolled his eyes. "Shh. I'm no freak! You're just jealous of my…my I don't know what! All I know is that you're jealous! So, nyeh!" Cody retorted sticking his tongue out at the Charizard.

"Again, I've made my point: You're. A. Freak. You're twenty-one and you still stick your tongue out at people when you get the chance to. I don't know what I'm going to do with you…" Blaze's voice trailed off as his eyes closed. A deep exhalation came from the Pokemon's nostrils, his sides falling in suit. Blaze was more relaxed than Cody. How could that be? "…Maybe I'll cook you and save the underprivileged people of Remoor. They'd appreciate eating the epitome of stupidity, even though they'd be cannibals, just to keep the human race from becoming even more unintelligent," he added.

Cody rolled his eyes once again, uninterested in his Pokemon's claims of him being a freak. They always did this: making fun of each other until the other snapped. Ever since Cody had met the behemoth of a Charizard the two had always enjoyed joking around with each other, and they wouldn't have it any other way. Blaze was Cody's favorite team member—although he would never tell his other Pokemon that. They just had history together; history that was immense compared to his other three friends. And even with that being said, he still loved each and every one of his teammates. Blaze just stuck out all the more in his heart.

"Very funny, Blaze. So funny!" Cody chuckled.

So maybe relaxing wasn’t on the menu for today…

Meeting a new friend was.

[NPCmod]

Rust colored grass rolled like ocean waves, long tendrils brushing past one another in sort embraces, before breaking apart. A few solitary trees doted the landscape, their boughs the same color as the grass that reached up toward their branches. A few pokemon lazed about behind curtains of leaves, observing the trespassers into their land with more then a bit of annoyance. Within the grass, small little game trails curved back and forth, the occasionally tail , or horn poked above the landscape as a pokemon raced through these hidden paths. A few eyes peered at the pair of Blaze and Cody--but only from a distance. Humans were violent creatures--and that little firebug stomping on the grass like some spoiled child did not invite company.

One little creature [about the size of Cody's foot] did not really care about the human. It was in HIS way, and it was going to move, after all he did have a job to do! Far off to Cody's east, the wind blew in a lazy circle, blades of dying grass twirled about in a cylindrical fasion, the circle steadily growing as the creature at its center increased its speed. Speeded up what? Well currently the little creature was twirling in the center, its little stone colored arms slowly rotating in a circle, as it spun about on its pointed foot. The red lines about its body blurred into a giant mass, tendrils of rust reaching around his body with each spin. Air whipped about the little pen-shaped creature in gusts, dust joining into it little circle, turning it a disturbing black. Then like a dog off a chain the rotating Baltoy shot through the grass, the twister growing to an astonishing height of three feet [/sarcasm] grass began to fly at the Charizard and boy, as the grass bowed before the fastly dizzying Pokemon. A few larger pokemon dove out f the way--fists shaking in anger at the racing little ground type.

"I was born in the center of a gentle sprink--no a tornado~! I've ground dust mo--GRAVELERs to little more then pebbles with my power! Run human--Get outta my way! FORE I EAT YOU"
The voice that emerged from the center of the miniature tornado was high pitched, and squeaky, not to mention young--it was not exactly the most intimidating voice on the planet. The brutal winds disguised it though, pulling and distorting it until it resembled the roaring winds itself. Thrusting its stubby little arms downward, the Baltonyrose into the air --over a tall copse of grass, and landed on the flattened area in front of Cody in blaze.
"FEAR ME FOR I AM CROCKETT!"
With that the little creature attempted to tackle into the Charizard--the twister still whipping about i in a cloud of grit and dust.

[||Cody R||]

Cody watched in silence as Blaze slept uninterrupted. His sides rose and fell with each passing breath, emanating the slow ticking away of time as the two slowly fell into their own soundless stupors. It was times like these when Cody felt sure of what he was doing with his life, times when he knew that he had a sense of direction as to what his life was amounted to, and going to be amounted to. And as the blades of rust colored grass brushed against the hair of his arms as slight breezes flew past Cody felt untouched and wished he would remain that way. However, one cannot always get what they wish for, and Cody was no exception.

He wasn’t blind…he saw the funnel of dust forming just a bit further away from him and Blaze. The first thought that crossed his mind wasn’t that there was an attack, nor that there was a tornado of dust coming his way. He had an idea that someone--or something--was creating it. What it could be, he didn’t know. Still, he remained on guard, his head tilted in a now piqued interest. Blaze on the other hand just shuddered out a great breath and fell silent once again, completely oblivious to the dust funnel in the distance.

The funnel didn’t remain in the distance, unfortunately, and instead moved forward. All the while it yelled. The voice wasn’t frightening, not in the least. If anything it was a shrill, a squack even--rivaling that of a bird type. And aside from that, the voice held a sense of youthfulness. The Baltoy--which Cody had finally figured out it was--was young, maybe older than Casper by a year or so. He wasn’t completely sure. He did know that the Baltoy had made a wrong move, nevertheless. For when it attempted to tackle Blaze, a draconic roar echoed throughout the seemingly endless Moonbreeze Fields.

The Baltoy had awoken the Charizard, but hadn’t bothered him. Blaze was scared. “Oh my gosh! It’s covered in dust and enraged! SWEET ARCEUS!” Cody clapped a hand over his eyes, shaking his head rapidly from side to side.

Why did the Charizard have to fear mostly everything? Just…why?

“Blaze, listen to me. Stop. It.” Cody’s voice was just above that of a whisper, yet loud enough to be heard by ear. His fingers then twitched as they came in contact with the blue and red makings of a great ball. He would capture the Baltoy with Blaze’s help or not. He wanted to. Had to even.

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" Blaze wailed, his wings flapping about aimlessly.

This was great. Just great.

Cody just had to do all the work, he knew it. The man lifted his arm, bent it slightly, and tossed the ball onto the Baltoy's back. A stream of red encased the Pokemon. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Cody mumbled to himself, completely ignoring his beyond frightened Charizard.

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[NPCmod]

The Charizard's screams of terror caused the little top-Pokemon to throw back its head and laugh. The noise sounded like a smoker's cough mixed in with drum beats, only higher pitched. To be truthful, it sounded more like a dying moan then a laugh. But one look at the smi--err clapping of the little rock type and one could see it was very happy.
" I Told ya to move your orange beastie--you are no match for the wimp--great Crockett!"
The twister gradually slowed, and the Baltoy rolled away from the Charizard and fixed it with a steely glare. Jerking its head forward, the Baltoy did a half spin--the last of the hovering dust zoomed toward the Charizard or at least his knees.
" So I suggest you and the white- thin--OH MY ARCEUS..IS THAT A HUMAN! ..."
It wasn't a very tall mankey? It wasn't ? No ...oh shit.

The Charizard narrowly avoided squishing the little Baltoy beneath its flailing limbs. Had he hit him that hard--maybe he should apologize? No. Never the great CROCKETT did not apologize!
" You--big orange thing--move outta my way NOW..or I'm sor--your gonna be sorry!"
That was better.

It was then that a giant weight crashed into his head, and the little top disapepared into the darkness. Blinking--or a Baltoy's equivalent--the Pokemon glanced around a completely empty space, the entire space was tinted red due to the after effects of the thrown pokeball.

One. The Baltoy glanced about in confusion, the darkness pressing down on it from all sides.

It was then that it began to scream, spinning about in circles, toward a rapidly shrinking beam of light.

Two. The ball gave a sittle shape, twirling on the ground like a ballerina. A blade of grass settled on n its striped top, its sides turning silver in its death. The ball began to lean to the right once again, the twirling picked up speed. The great ball was now a blur on the ground, the red blending together with the blue to turn violet--not so much violent. It appeared the Baltoy was caught--

The ball burst open, flying away from the confused -- dizzy-- top-pokemon, and falling into a long patch of grass.
"What the hell did you try to do to me..you can't hold Crockett!"
Digging into the sand, the Claydowl began to glow with a prple sheen. With a growl it tossed the now salab of mud at the trainer, with the speed of a major league pitcher.
"Throwing things is rude--"
The little pokemon glared at Cody, clenching its fists at its side, while also glancing around for whatever had attacked it.

"I can take on forty of ya sneaky bastards!"
Two on one? Stupid orange lug [who was obviously terrified of his might] and the odd Mankey? He could take them--unless they actually wanted to fight ... well then ... he was fucked.

[Short and sucky--but that's mod posts for you.

--The Baltoy used Mud Slap
-- The Baltoy broke free of the pokeball]


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[||Cody R||]

By the time Blaze’s loud wails subsided, the little Baltoy was shouting something else about Cody being a human. Cody’s head tilted to the side as he pondered as to what the Baltoy could have possibly thought he was. Wild Pokemon did see humans on occasion, right? It wasn’t as if it were something malignant, nor something foreign in any way. Unless the Baltoy was a sociopath, which was very unlikely by quick inspection. After all, the thing had been gutsy enough to tackle a full grown Charizard, and now he was clapping as well as hiding a hidden smile. Not many could do that and live to tell the tale, even if that only applied to any Charizard other than Blaze.

“Wait. This is a flippen’ Baltoy, and I’m scared of it? Psht. What the hell, buddy? I only yelled ‘cause you woke me from a nap, now I’ll--WIMP! You did not just call me a wimp!” The Charizard clambered to his feet and released a loud roar in the Baltoy’s face. As he did so orange welled up in the back of his throat, while a rumble resembling a hum voiced itself amidst the three. “I’ll crush you after that statement. I don’t care who you think you are, you just called me a wimp!”

Cody winced as his Charizard spoke, then stared as the Pokemon swung a clawed hand at the little Baltoy’s face--never hitting it, though--and glowered at him. While somewhat frightening, it wasn’t the first time Blaze went from horrified to angered--he just needed a reason. The Baltoy had called him wimp, and that’s all he needed to hear in order to draw himself back from his somewhat pathetic episodes. Now the Pokemon would act out on anger, following any orders until he took down his enemy--if the match gave him the upper hand, of course. Generally this wouldn’t bother Cody, but now he simply wished to capture the rock type, not harm him.

Cody pulled himself forward so he now sat closer to the Baltoy, knees planted firmly on the ground below him. “I’m a human, yes. What did ya think I was? Charizard, buddy, calm yourself. We’re not eating Baltoy’s today…” his voice trailed off as he looked a the Baltoy. “Actually, eating a Baltoy any day would be nasty. Not to mention I’d have to take yet another visit to the dentist.” Cody winced at the thought. Just last week he had been to the dentist to fill a cavity he’d given himself after eating chocolate for a week straight. He wasn’t planning on making another appointment--actually, he wouldn’t need to if all his teeth just fell out.

Blaze snorted from beside Cody and jerked his head to the side. “Sorry is not enough. You should’a thought before insulting the great Blaze--”

“The great Twinkie eating Blaze!” Cody interrupted jokingly, and watched as the Baltoy disappeared inside the Great Ball he’d thrown just a few seconds before as his Pokemon distracted him. Both Blaze and Cody watched in complete silence, breaths hitched in the back of their throats as they waited to see if the Baltoy would be caught.

One.

…Two.

Cody’s eyes grew enlarged, hands twitched in anticipation. And just as it seemed like the Pokemon was caught, the Pokeball jerked once again and a red beam was emitted. The Baltoy appeared before their eyes, unfortunately, once again and began doing the one thing he clearly knew best: shouted. Like Rocket, this Pokemon did not like to be bothered with, especially when they thought they were a force to be reckoned with as it is. In all honesty, if Cody had brought Vice, he would have already captured the Baltoy. What a shame he hadn’t--

“I can stomp Crockett! Get in the fucking ball…or else!” Blaze grumbled, his eyes narrowed in attempts of threatening the little Pokemon.

Cody chuckled, wiped the mud from his face--damn little rock type--and began patting the “great beast’s” side. “That won’t be needed, because we can just teach Crockett here a lesson. How about that, Crockett? You’re going to get what you want, and will take on a full-fledged Ranger’s Pokemon.” The man smirked down at the Baltoy.

Crockett? So he called himself that? Heh. Cody thought before climbing back to his feet. His lips opened once again, words spilling out after. “You can take on forty of us? Damn. Too bad I didn’t bring all my other Pokemon. Guess you’ll just have to settle for Blaze then,” Cody glanced over to his Charizard who was now waiting impatiently for a command. “Blaze, use mega kick!”

The Charizard dipped his head, moved forward a little and peeked out at his trainer through the corner of his eye. If they didn’t need to, they wouldn’t really attack, but instead instill enough fear into the little Pokemon that it wouldn’t wish to dare the fire type’s power. Blaze raised his foot a little off the ground, smirking down at “Crockett” and swung his leg around, aiming a blow at the Baltoy’s face. Whether the attack would hit or not, that depended on the Baltoy’s agility, as well as better judgment in choice.

It didn’t even seem like it wanted to fight them, and maybe he didn’t necessarily have to.

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[[You thought that was bad!? xD Mine is shikaka! Meh. It's okay, I guess, since it's just a Pokemon encounter thread. :3 Or maybe it's not...Eh. Oh wells.]]

[NPCmod]

[Disgusting. Icky. Shield your eyes--catch it and save me the trouble from figuring the Baltoy out]

The Baltoy glanced toward the clapping human with a confused frown. Was the mankey making fun of him? Deciding that it probably was, the huff-and-puff Baltoy turned his head away from Cody, in what he hoped was a snobbish fashion. Frankly, he had no experience being a snob, much less a snob to something he had never seen before. After a few minutes the Baltoy began to spin slowly back and forth, mumbling a quick question:
"Don't old human things have white hair?"
The reply was drowned out, as the formerly freaked Charizard transformed into the brute of legend. The Baltoy had a hard time standing hi ground, but the role of Crockett was a needed one indeed, so narrowing his eye the little creature stared upward at the Charizard, even as flames riled in its throat.
"Wimp--I didn't say Wimp--I said brave creat--No. Wait. You are a big fat wimp--look at that belly it jiggles!"
Sometimes playing a role was hell, but it needed to be done. Hopping backward, the Baltoy stared at the swinging claw in awe. That thing was bigger then his head!

The human was now sitting in front of him, and the Baltoy paused, attempting to glare at Cody--but failing.
"Eating--I'd punch out your stomach! With my bare-- han---things! What's a de---?"
The Baltoy's words were cut off as the great ball sucked him inside its empty depths.

---

" No .. I dun wanna ..its dark. Besides... I can move faster then you..."
The Baltoy murmured, glaring back up at the Charizard, with its lips pursed together. It was wondering what exactly else was, but then Cody joined in.
" I --err--Okaay. yah. Thats what I want--piece of cake."
Actually a piece of cake would not be too bad right now, fighting these two would be rather fun as well. As long as he wasn't eaten.
" Forty--No I meant twen--One HUNDRED! HAH!"
The whole bragging thing was not exactly his forte. At the order, the creature hopped backward, eyes wide.
"Meg--a--a what?"
Those legs were heavy fat things, that would hurt. But, they wouldn't do it, just like he would not rip out people's stomachs.

Right?

It was then that a rather large [somewhat smelly] foot came crashing down toward his face.

Pivoting quickly about the baltoy evaded the attack by moving to the left, and now found itself under the charizard's tail.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL YOU COULDA SQUASHED ME"
Scooping up another glob of sand, the Baltoy threw it at the Charizard. What a jerk.

[||Cody R||]

[[Worst. Post. Ever. xD Can we just have him catch the Baltoy? Haha. I don't know how many more of my horrible posts your eyes can take...]]

Cody’s eyes narrowed into a glare as the Baltoy spoke again. All the mirth that had built up in his stomach upon meeting the little rock type was pushed aside, only to be overcome by a new emotion: annoyance. Never before had anyone commented on the color of his hair…never before, nor did they question his age. It was clear -- at least to him -- that most people didn’t prematurely gray, and he wasn’t one of them. Cody, being someone who preferred being unique, dyed his naturally blond hair white. He thought that blond was too derivative from everyone else, along with predictable. Cody was the opposite…the complete opposite.

Still, the statement was unwelcome, though Cody wouldn’t say anything about it just yet. “Yes. Yes, you’re correct, Crockett. Most old people do have gray hair. You’re incorrect to think I’m old, however. But my hair shouldn’t be tossed into this conversation, quit your little act, buddy,” Cody teased, hiding the fact that the remark did bother him slightly. “You asked for it by insulting Blaze, now he’s angry. You won’t like him when he’s angry, just to warn you.”

Blaze snarled threateningly in the Baltoy’s face. He seemed unfazed by what the rock type was saying, completely ignoring his profuse apologies -- no matter how weak and meaningless they may have been -- and allowed the burning in the back of his throat to draw even further to the surface of his mouth. If the Baltoy spoke out again, he was sure to have a flamethrower singe his face, even if he wouldn’t be all too greatly effected; rock types weren’t that vulnerable when it came to fire types.

Any close-range flamethrower wouldn’t be pleasant, no matter what type.

“Way to cover up your mistakes, buddy. Too late now,” Blaze’s mighty jaws snapped forwards, only to realized the Baltoy wasn’t around any longer, now trapped within the spherical device Cody had thrown. Too bad the Pokemon wasn’t caught; actually, it wouldn’t be that bad. Blaze was enjoying himself, he liked watching the little guy squirm. “Faster than me? Hokay. And a Snorlax doesn’t like to eat! Give me a break,” Blaze snorted, plumes of smoke drifting around his nostrils. The fire building in the back of his throat only grew from then on, a secret attack he would wait to release until the time was right.

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Cody sucked in a breath of fresh air, then felt his muscles twinge in excitement. He couldn’t remember the last time he battled with his Pokemon, which was relatively sad in a sense. His lips formed a statement then, surfacing into the air around the group. “Blaze, use flamethrower!”

So the mega kick hadn’t landed…it was too late to evade another attack now, not to mention most unlikely.

The Charizard was already two steps ahead of his trainer, for Blaze’s lips drew back even further as a stream of fire escaped his mouth. Just after he did so Cody’s fingers wrapped around a Poke Ball and tossed it in the Baltoy’s direction once again. With a close-ranged attack and a follow up attempt at a capture, the Baltoy would most likely be too flustered to react. Then again, nothing was set in stone -- surprises tend to happen.

[NPCmod]

" Little buddy? I'm not little! I mean what act!"
The Baltoy pouted, glaring at the human with the odd colored hair. What made him think he was little? Among Baltoy's he was handsomely tall--at least that was what his mother had told him. The words slowly sorted themselves out, and he realized he had called him a liar [or an actor--what was the difference?[:
"Excuse me ..mr. White--but I'm not acting. I am truly the great stupendous Crockett!"
The human then went to inform him that he had made Blaze angry.
"I didn't mean to...wait--the big orange twinkie can go see if I care!"
The Baltoy was frozen--his beady eyes staring into the widening gap of Blaze's throat. Heat singed his face, dr clumps of sand fell as the heat solidified him.

--

For only one reason the pokeball was relieving. It kept the Charizard off of him. That relief was short lived however.

--

The comments were ignored, and not replied too. The Baltoy was much too busy contemplating his imminent death to snarky banter.


Flames blistered his face, heat peeling the paint off of his paint shaped body. Black scorch marks appeared on his clay surface, it was much like being in a kiln. It was then that something crashed into his head, and saved him from the heat.

Maybe he should get out?
--And bake in an oven?

--ONE

Maybe the flamethrower was over?

Doubt it.

TWO

The ball stoppedmoving as the Baltoy sank against into its cool depths.


Three. A resounding click echoed through the grassy fields, and many curious faces retracted into the landscape.


[b]Name:[/b] Crockett
[b] Gender:[/b] male
[b]Species:[/b] Baltoy
[b]Age:[/b] One year
[b]Level:[/b] 38
[b]Personality:[/b]
Crockett is an odd little beast. Raised on stories of one Mr. Davy Crockett--he figures that the way to strength is bragging and such. It appears he does not quite comprehend bragging--and will often make mistakes, and say modest things. Underneath the braggart exterior, Crockett is a sweetheart with a bit of a curious side.
[b]Attacks:[/b]
(ChecK : Serebii.net)
[ul][li]Rock Tomb
[/li][li] Psywave
[/li][li] Mud Slap
[/li][li] Sandstorm
[/li][li] Power Trick
[/li][li] Ancient Power
[/li][li] Self Destruct
[/li][li] Rapid Spin[/li][/ul]