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Triton's Dilemma; a rabid squirtle, no way.
Topic Started: Jul 26 2011, 02:18 PM (372 Views)
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The weight in the girl's backpack was both comforting and tedious. She shifted one strap of her gray backpack halfheartedly, not wanting to startle the Squirtle that slept within.

Along the trail she was plodding, the sandy dunes were giving way to smaller dunes and intermittent swathes of green plants that seemed to drift into forest along the horizon. The sun was reasonably high in the sky and offered a pleasant warmth to chase away the chilly wind that tugged at the short tendrils of her hair that weren't sheltered under her cap. Jezebel fixed said cap, bringing it higher over her forehead so she could actually see where she was placing her feet. She adjusted her backpack's straps again in an idle gesture.

"Squirt?" A blue head poked out of the pack, one hand rubbing a crimson eye. "Squirtle." The confused Tiny Turtle pokemon looked about as if to gather his bearings. His trainer chuckled.

"Hey, buddy," she said happily. "In case you're wondering, I have no idea where we are."

"Squirt," he sighed as if it were inevitable. Jezebel smiled slightly, lowering the backpack to the ground so the sleepy turtle could clamber out.

"Yeah, I guess we'd better look at the map, huh?" Her pokemon reached inside of the pack and pulled out a rolled-up paper that was slightly crumpled in the shape of his shell. He blinked, then sheepishly handed it to the human. "Oh. You were sleeping on it." She shrugged it away and unrolled the page. "So... We were here." She tapped the yellow region that indicated Trinxit beach, where she had met her first pokemon initially. "And we started walking along this path. So that means we could either be heading for Brevis Village or Parum Town..."

She rubbed her neck, embarrassed. "We know approximately where we are. That's good, right?"

"Squirtle..."

"Well, excuse me if I couldn't afford a PokeGear," she huffed, rolling up the map and stuffing it into a side pocket of her bag. She moved their stuff over to the side of the road to take a brief rest stop, plopping down in the shade of a taller bush with a sigh. "I'm just not the best navigator." Squirtle bounded over and into her lap, leaning the back of his shell against her belly with a happy cooing noise. She patted his head. "You're cute, you know that?" Jezebel said, comforted. The turtle didn't take any notice, instead withdrawing into his shell and flopping to the side. The girl laughed softly.

"Hey, considering that we're just sitting here, how about you show me what you know how to do? It'll help if we run into a trainer along the road if we train a little now. And there are Gyms near Brevis village and Parum Town, so either way its a win-win situation. But I'll have to catch two other pokemon..." She drifted off in her musings, not entirely noticing that her Squirtle hadn't been listening to anything she'd been saying and was watching a Sandshrew scurry through the sands of the dune opposite trainer and pokemon.

He prodded the girl with his hind leg, causing her to pause mid-muse and rub her gut. "What are you-" She began, irritated, but was silenced when Squirtle sat up and put one blue hand to her mouth.

"Squirtle squirt," he murmured, clambering down from her lap and moseying on over to the pokemon with a casual air. "Squirtle!" He called cheerily, waving one hand. The Sandshrew raised its head, took in the trainer resting in the shade and the Water- type approaching it, and promptly spat poisoned daggers at Squirtle in Poison Sting.

"Squirtle!" The girl shrieked, but the pokemon had simply drawn into his shell and the poison bounced off. She wasn't sure if he could be poisoned through his shell - was that how things worked? - but when he came back out, considerably more annoyed yet unharmed, she sighed in relief. Jezebel rose to her feet.

The Sandshrew, seeing this, gave a squeak of fear and curled up into a tight ball in Defense Curl.

"Squirtle, go! Bubble!" She brandished one hand in a dramatic pose, and he shot her an incredulous look before taking a deep breath and...

Foam dribbled down the turtle's chin. Even though she was inexperienced, she knew one thing: that wasn't Bubble, going on the move's name alone. It looked more 'Rabid' than 'Bubble'.

The Sandshrew, having seen this failed attempt, gained some confidence. It uncurled itself and darted forwards, its claws glowing a metallic sheen. Squirtle yelled in pain as it slashed up, metal claws making a grating sound against the turtle's shell. He flew backwards and into a dune with a poof of dramatic sand. Jezebel squeaked in shared pain with her pokemon and fought the need to cover her eyes.

"All right, since you apparently can't use Water moves... Tackle!" Her pokemon clambered out of the sand dune only to be Scratched back in by the Sandshrew. The Ground- type then kicked sand into Squirtle's face, laughing. This was just too easy!

The girl clenched her fists angrily. "Come on, Squrtle! Bubble! Do something!" Pausing in her shouting of random commands, she took in a few hurried breaths to calm herself. "Withdraw."

Obeying her last command, the turtle drew into his shell and waited out the flurries of attacks from the joyous Sandshrew. It gradually grew bored with beating up a motionless shell and, with one last kick of sand into the shell, turned and walked away, not feeling the need to run.

"Tackle!"

Instead of Tackle, however, Squirtle came out of his shell and rushed the Sandshrew, withdrawing into his shell at the last moment and ramming the spinning shell into the Ground- type's back. It was a combination of Withdraw and Tackle, it was surprising, and it absolutely delighted the trainer. Rapid Spin! "All right, Squirtle!" The girl yelled, pumping her fist excitedly. "That was great!"

The Mouse pokemon whirled and slashed down at Squirtle's face with a Scratch attack, but the turtle easily dodged by pulling his head into his shell. Then the wild pokemon fired Poison Sting at point-blank range, directly at Squirtle's arm. The surprised Tiny Turtle pokemon staggered backwards in shocked pain, clasping the arm that had been fired upon.

Even the novice could tell he'd been successfully Poisoned.

"Hang in there," she called, suddenly afraid for her turtle. "Tackle again!" Squirtle surged forwards with surprising energy, ramming his hard shell into the jaw of the smirking mouse with anger.

"Squirt!" He yelled, then winced as his arm throbbed painfully.

"Tackle!"

The Sandshrew was having none of it. Its claws glowed a metallic silver again, and it slashed at Squirtle's shell with a determined expression despite his dwindling energy. The Squirtle winced and wobbled dangerously, and Jezebel bit her lip. "Come on, come on," she muttered, clenching her fists. She saw that the Sandshrew was nearly as tired as Squirtle. "One more tackle and the Sandshrew is done, just hold on..." Despite his draining energy and poisoned arm, the turtle managed to stay standing, one eye closed painfully and a grimace upon his angry little face. This Sandshrew was going to die.

"Rapid Spin!"

Achingly slowly, Squirtle wobbled a little more then ran at the shrew, instead slamming into it with a tired Tackle attack. The mouse fell backwards and into a dune, fainted. Then Squirtle wobbled some more and fell to one knee dramatically, one arm holding him up as he breathed heavily. She rushed over and scooped the victor into her arms, cooing over how brave he was and how proud she was that he had learned a new move all by himself. Leaving the Sandshrew there to wake up on its own and scurry away, she headed over to her bag and rooted through its contents. She located the Pecha berry she was looking for and passed it to her nearly fainted pokemon with a sympathetic expression.

"This will make the poison go away," she explained to the confused expression upon his face. The Squirtle nodded and bit hungrily into the berry, sweet juices dribbling down his chin as he dug his teeth into its soft skin. Jezebel chuckled fondly - she'd only had him a day and he was already growing on her.

As she watched her pokemon finish off the berry and look for more, an idea occurred to her. "You know, you need a name."

"Squirtle?"

"No, not that. That's too obvious. I need something unique, since you're going to be the most powerful Water- type and all." She winked at him playfully.

The Squirtle pounded his chest proudly. "Squirt."

"I'm sure that's been used thousands of times before, 'Squirt'," the girl said, laughing and rolling her eyes sarcastically. "No, I need something... I don't know, powerful. Something that hasn't been used a lot before. Don't you want your name to be special?"

"Squirtle, Squirt." His torso disappeared into her backpack as he moved items around inside it, searching for more food.

"I'm telling you, those are too generic." She folded her arms and leaned her back against the opposite side of the backpack thoughtfully. "How about... Poseidon? He rules the oceans, and stuff." At a skeptical glance from her pokemon she objected, "My dad was into mythology, okay?" She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I've always liked the name Triton."

"Squirt," he shrugged his shoulders.

"What is with you and that name?" Jezebel asked, throwing her arms into the air. Squirtle's shoulders shook in silent laughter. "How 'bout Neptune, then? Same god, just different name."

"Squirtle," he motioned for her to go back one.

"Triton?"

His head bobbed eagerly up and down on his shoulders, and the girl grinned happily.

"Great! That's the one I wanted, anyways."
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"It's just like this. You blow. Pffthb."

The blue turtle watching his trainer blow spit bubbles tipped his head to the side slightly, a puzzled expression on his face. "Squirt?"

"It's not rocket science, you just blow a bubble!" Jezebel took a breath to maintain her patience, closing her eyes and rubbing at her temples tediously. "I have never met a Water- type who doesn't understand the mechanics of blowing a bubble," she muttered under her breath. "All right, let's try this again. Blow, Triton."

Triton blew. Ptttthbth.

Again, a rabid Squirtle effect. With a sigh the girl picked up a handkerchief from her lap and wiped away the foam surrounding his mouth with a gentle hand. "See, you're doing it, they're all just little bubbles. You have to make them float away from your face, typically." She patted his head, and the Tiny Turtle pokemon smiled sheepishly. "Try again. Just one bubble is all I ask."

Sitting in the shade of some scarce trees, trainer and pokemon had paused on the trail to Brevis to attempt to develop upon the Squirtle's Bubble abilities. Jezebel knew they were headed to Brevis because along the way she had met a flower vender who had been, to the trainer's disappointment, a normal civilian and not a pokemon trainer just out picking flowers with her Budew. The flower vender had told her that yes, this trail led directly to Brevis, to Jezebel's relief (she still had some nervousness on the subject of the Ghost- and Dark- types she assumed resided in Parum Town).

"Squirtle," Triton sighed, letting his head drop onto his little stubby hands in an expression of defeat. "Squirt-tle squirt."

"Of course you'll be able to do it!" She exclaimed. "You're a Water- type, aren't you? I'm not asking you to perform Hydro Pump or anything, just blow a bubble. It's simple, really, you're just blowing it out of proportion." The trainer sniggered at her own pun, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"You just purse you lips," she demonstrated, "liek thus (having some difficulty speaking as she demonstrated), and blow!" She blew another spit bubble. "See, if I were a Squirtle, I would have blasted you with bubbles just now. But I'm not, so it just ended in me... getting spit all over my chin, great." She wiped at her chin quickly, choosing to ignore her pokemon's gales of laughter. "Your turn."

"Squirtle!" The turtle stood, puffed out his chest, pursed his lips liek thus, and blew a single bubble. It hovered in place, then popped anti-climatically. Jezebel clapped and cheered, and Triton drew himself up self-importantly.

"See, I told you you could do it!" She hugged Triton's hard shell, grinning. "Now we just have to work on multiplying that number of bubbles and getting them to fly faster and appear more... I don't know, menacing."

Triton scratched his head, obviously pondering on how bubbles could be as menacing as, say, a Hydro Pump. They both exchanged a glance.

"...Maaaaybe we'll need to work on that description."
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Approved non-menacing bubble.


(I totally wasn't sure to just wait and let you possibly add more, or to just go ahead and do it. So whatevs)
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(Lol, thanks then. I'm actually done with this I think, so eeyup. Topic is complete~
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To Brevis! Or wherever my fancy takes me! HURRAH!)
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