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| Key2dawn | Jul 5 2012, 03:50 PM Post #1 |
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It was only the first day, and Altair found that he didn't know where to begin or what to do. He was without a map of the island and in an area that was quite hot, but it was fine. Altair would find his way around after some time of wandering around, and he was more or less prepared with a few water bottles in his bag. If he was careful enough, he would make his way out of the place without having to fight dehydration. "Not a bit of greenery in sight..." The young man murmured as his gaze swept the land and then paused on the distant volcano. Suddenly the heat made perfect sense, and the man knew that he wanted to go the opposite direction of that volcano. Still, he did have some time on his hands since it was early in the morning. Without much care, Altair decided to take a stroll around and went on his way towards the Ravaged Lands. At least, he did for a few feet; soon after he started on his way, a few dangerous looking Pokemon spotted him and revealed their distaste for his presence. It seemed not even Pokemon wanted him around, and although this was discouraging, the rookie Co-Ordinator did not take it to heart. This was to be expected, sad as it is, and the man accepted it as fact. Shrugging his shoulders, Altair readjusted his rucksack on his back and turned around to face the opposite direction of the volcano. He would move on then, for it was clear that he wasn't truly prepared to take on the challenge of exploring this dangerous section of Aerei. Someday he would be though, and that day would behold a might victory for the star warrior. With these encouraging thoughts in mind, Altair began his lonely trek away from Warupt's Prong and further into the island. It would be several hours before he decided to take a break, and the break would be heartily welcomed by his exhausted legs and parched throat. The place was difficult to maneuver due to all the crevices in the earth, but it appeared to still be lively and overrun by various Pokemon. Due to his years of study, Altair was able to name majority of the Pokemon, though there were still many names that he forgot and even more he muddled. But he was a determined youth, and after observing the wild creatures that disregarded his quiet presence, he managed to catch each Pokemon's name by listening intently. It was amazing how one's hearing could sharpen so drastically when one concentrated. This would be useful, he observed, for when he next went fishing. Fishing... The thought of fishing reminded Altair of his uncle and all the gardeners he left behind. As he settled down by a crevice in the ground and allowed for his legs to dangle off the edge, Altair rolled up his left sleeve just enough so that he would be able to see his Xtransceiver. How did it work, he wondered as he fiddled with the watch's top. After accidentally hitting a button on the right hand side of the device, the communication device's cover slid up and separated into three screens that surrounded the center screen's four sides. Ah, progress! He was one step closer to calling his uncle, and all the more excited about how he was discovering the use of his first real piece of electronic technology. Nineteen years, and not once had he ever had the opportunity to play with anything that was electronic. He was never allowed to even touch the light switches, and this left him with task of adjusting his sight so that he would be able to see at night. Oh, he did something! While he had been lost in thought, he managed to find the phone book application of his Xtransceiver. Right at the top was his uncle's number, and it was the only number in his entire phone book. Altair was fine with this though. His uncle was the only one he could call since all the gardeners were always busy with work anyway. After a moment of hesitation, Altair's hovering finger finally hit the call application and the young man held his breath in suspense. It only took a couple rings before his uncle answered the call, and Altair was amazed that he was actually able to see his uncle despite being regions apart. When his uncle grinned pleasantly up at him, Altair felt a rare smile grace his own lips. "I've made it, Uncle." Altair whispered into the Xtansceiver, as if he was afraid to speak any louder than that. "But I don't know where I am beyond my current position sitting on the edge of a crevice." He added as he lifted his head to take a look at his surroundings. Not far from where he sat was a lone Pansear that was watching him from across the crevice. After a moment of Pokemon and human staring at one another, the Fire-type settled down at its edge and appeared to mimic Altair's actions. That was a Pokemon he did not recognize, but he assumed this was because it was from that Unova region. While he was able to memorize around 400 Pokemon names, he knew that there were far more names that he still needed to get a handle on, and that fire monkey's name was included. Until it uttered its name, Altair would be ignorant of what to call it, but for now he chose to ignore it. "If you're at a crevice, then you must be able to see a volcano nearby?" Uncle thoughtfully replied as he quirked a brow. Although he knew that the boy was prone to distractions, he thought for sure that the kid would at least pay attention since it was the first time they had been worlds apart. Still, Altair was Altair, and there was really no changing that. "You're probably somewhere in Warupt's Prong." At that, the Co-Ordinator peered down at his uncle with a mysterious curiosity in his eyes. "The volcano is far away facing my back." Altair replied as he glanced up again to see what the Pansear was doing. To his surprise, the Pokemon was mimicking him, action for action, and even glanced up a few seconds after he did to peer up at him. "Uncle, there's a mysterious Pokemon sitting across from me, and it's copying my every movement." His uncle blinked in surprise, momentarily confused at the description before he laughed. "Let me see it then, Altair," After the boy shifted around just enough for his uncle to see the Pokemon, the man's eyes lit up in excitement. "Oh! What a handsome Pokemon! That, my dear boy, is a Pansear!" At the sound of its name, the High Temp Pokemon jumped to its feet in surprise and eyed the device on Altair's wrist. When the Pokemon glanced over at the boy himself, it cried out its name in what could have been warning before it turned around and scampered away. Although the nineteen-year-old didn't really know the Pokemon, he felt a bit disheartened that even it left him behind. "Ah, a pity it's gone." Uncle noted as he was once again greeted with his nephew's face. "But you might run into it again, and soon." The man added as he gestured for the boy to follow the Pansear's lead and head the same way. When Altair inquired why this was so, Uncle pulled out a map of Aerei and held it up for the boy to see. "He's heading towards a waterfall, and water is dangerous for Fire-types." Upon this explanation, Altair nodded in acceptance to the fact, but he left it at that and resumed his conversation with his uncle. It was a meaningless conversation, really, filled mainly with small talk. On occasion a gardener would peek over and excitedly greet him, but the gardeners only ever stayed for a few minutes before having to return to work. It was painful, being able to see the people he cared about, but not being able to spend very much time with any of them. Eventually the pain became too much, and the youth wished his uncle a pleasant day before the call ended. Once his Xtransceiver was closed, Altair peered up into the clear sky and let out a homesick sigh. Perhaps he had been better off back on the compound where only his uncle and gardeners wanted him. At least then he had people around that cared for him. That thought jolted him out of his reverie. Care about him? No one wanted him around, not even his uncle or the gardeners, or else why would he be out in Aerei on his on? Of course, he was really out and alone on the island because his uncle gave him the opportunity of a lifetime, but there was always that niggling feeling that he wasn't wanted. "Whatever, I don't have all day." And it was true, he really didn't have all that much time left to the day. The sun was already at its peak, and the boy was far from any civilization. He didn't think about packing a sleeping bag, and now he knew that he wasn't entirely prepared for this adventure. As another sigh escaped him, Altair heaved himself back onto his feet and winced as his muscles and joints protested. "I'm not that old," Altair reminded himself as he stretched his body until he was feeling better. Once this was done, the youth decided he would jog for a while and hope that he finally reached some place better suited for his needs. It would be a while before he eventually spotted the top of the waterfall his uncle mentioned, but it would be a welcomed sight. "Finally." The boy gasped as he stumbled to a halt and barely managed to stop himself from pitching over the waterfall's edge. He didn't give himself a chance to feel the pain of straining his muscles the entire way there, but now that he was just standing there trying to catch his breath, Altair's lungs felt like they were on fire while his legs felt like jelly. Thank goodness he made it without a hitch, though he had been expecting more of a challenge the entire way there. From somewhere off one side, Altair heard the familiar cry of a Pansear which made him lift his head up just enough to peer around him. In a tree some feet down, the youth spotted the fiery monkey up in a tree. To his surprise, it was waving at him with a berry in one paw, as if it meant to catch his attention. After he looked around a bit to see if the Pokemon was trying to catch another's attention, the youth returned his attention to the Fire-type. After a moment of staring, the youth pointed a trembling finger at himself and actually dropped to his knees in surprise when the Pokemon nodded in the affirmative. The Pansear actually wanted his attention? This was an opportunity to have a first hand look at a Pokemon, Altair was certain of it, and so the youth forced himself to return to his feet. It took a moment to regain his balance, but once he had it, the young man started towards the Pansear. It was a difficult task, especially because his legs were so weak, but he was determined to reach the Pokemon. As he hung haphazardly off the side of a rock, thoughts of how he was potentially risking his life just so he could get a better look at the Pokemon. But this wasn't just any Pokemon, this was the first Pokemon he ever had the chance to approach. As he dropped down and stumbled backwards, he thought for sure he was about to drop into the waters when he abruptly felt a warm paw grab onto his wrist. Above him was the tree that he saw the Pansear in, and before him was the very Pokemon he wanted to see. It was trying to keep him from falling, he realized, but he was just too heavy for the much smaller being. Because of this, it came as no surprise when he and the Pansear both started their descent down the waterfall. His only chance to actually see and learn of the High Temp Pokemon was about to be ruined because of his carelessness. As much as he wanted to admonish himself for his actions, he found he couldn't do it. Instead, he reached for the Pokemon as its paw slipped from the tree and wrapped his arms around the Pokemon to keep it safe. The drop was a surprisingly short one, though this was the last thing on the youth's mind. Rather, he was too focused on trying to keep the struggling Pokemon under one arm while trying to find his way to the surface. Neither was easy, and both was made all the harder when he found he was rapidly losing his breath. This was getting ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do about the situation besides try to stay alive. Unfortunately his mind was starting to fade at the edges, and he knew that he was starting to lose consciousness. Even the Pokemon he held had stopped struggling in his grasp. If this is the end, Altair wearily thought, then I will at least die alone! At that moment, he spotted the surface of the water and pushed the Pokemon out. Suddenly he no longer felt the weight of the Pansear, though he wasn't in the right of mind to properly register why this was. At least it isn't the Pansear's end... |
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| Key2dawn | Jul 6 2012, 12:04 PM Post #2 |
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It was cold, almost to the point of freezing, but he felt warm, so warm it was like he was burning. This was a confusing sensation, and one that Altair wasn't familiar with. Having lived a relatively peaceful life on his family's compound, the idea of feeling two different temperatures at the same time was an anomaly. How was it that he felt this? As he tried to think about this despite how muddled his thoughts were, the youth's fingers twitched. Upon that twitch, he felt something soft and slightly furry wriggle under his touch. What could that be? He didn't remember falling asleep with anything, nor did he even recall ever falling asleep in the first place. The last thing he remembered was falling, rushing water, and then drowning. The Pansear; could it have been the Pansear? Forcing his eyes open, Altair finally noticed that it was late at night, and he was still alive. So, not even Death wanted his presence. While the Co-Ordinator was relieved by this revelation, he was also sorely disappointed that he was not to be embraced by what he thought was an indifferent state of being. As he continued to stare up at the starry night sky, the young warrior couldn't help but wonder how he managed to escape that fate. What did Death do to ensure Altair's survival? Before he could think further on this, a small yawn could be heard from his chest, and suddenly the boy was reminded that he was not alone. With a considerable amount of effort, Altair lifted his head so he could see what was on his chest. If his surviving had been a surprise, then the fact that the Pansear from before was sleeping on his chest was a total shock to his systems. The Pokemon did not abandon him the way the world had! This was truly an astonishing discovery; however he didn't have the energy to watch the sleeping Fire-type, and so the young man laid his head back down. He was alive, and the Pansear was peacefully sleeping on his chest. At the thought of sleep, Altair admitted to himself that it was a tempting concept, and so his eyes once again shut. Before he knew it, he was out and dreaming of a typical day back on the compound. His uncle was smiling affectionately at him while his many gardeners were calling his name and invitingly waving him over. No matter how hard he ran, he never did reach his loved ones. In fact, Altair found that he was extremely exhausted by the time he finally gave up the chase and collapsed onto the ground. There was no way he would ever feel the encouraging embraces and pats on the back from these people. There was an even less chance of these people ever knowing his feelings about the matter. Despite these disappointed and bitter thoughts, he could still hear everyone's voices calling out his name. When he lifted his head to see if they were still in line of vision, the Co-Ordinator was surprised to see that there were lights on the floor aimed to illuminate his presence. Just as surprising was that he was on a stage with many people looking up at him from their seats, and in the front row was everyone he had previously been chasing after. Suddenly a confident smile graced his lips as he rose to his feet and lifted his arms into the air in welcome. As the crowd cheered wildly, Altair took a step back and gestured behind to reveal his Pokemon partner that would take over the show. The Pokemon appeared magnificent and the show ran smoothly. When the two finished their routine, both Pokemon and Altair turned to the audience and bowed. They were a hit, it seemed, and the crowd jumped up in wild excitement to applaud the performance. It was disappointing to have to wake up after that dream, and even worse when he found he couldn't remember what Pokemon had accompanied him on the stage. A groan escaped Altair's lips as he felt something stir on his chest, and then something else cover his mouth to muffle his groan. That seemed to be what the youth needed to fully wake up, and suddenly Altair's eyes fluttered open to see what was on him. When he realized it was just the Pansear from the previous day, the boy relaxed for a moment, and then it dawned on him that a day had passed. Because of that realization, the Co-Ordinator sat up straight and had to swing an arm around to make sure the Fire-type didn't tumble off him. "A day's passed?" Although the Pokemon was confused about his abrupt actions, it nodded in answer and blinked in surprise at how poorly the boy reacted to the news. As far as the High Temp Pokemon was concerned, the human should have been thrilled that he was alive to see the next day. Apparently the look of confusion was apparent on the Pokemon's face, because Altair chose then to explain. "A day passed, and the most I did was almost drown you." Here, the Pokemon closed its eyes and smiled up at the boy which confused the youth. Why was the Pokemon so happy despite the fact that it could have died because of him? "I'm sorry." He whispered as a mysterious sadness appeared in his eyes. "I didn't mean to endanger you like that." At that, the fire monkey tilted its head in mild confusion at the human's words. Muttering its name to voice its confusion, the Pokemon then shrugged the matter off. After this, it scampered off and away to grab something. While Altair watched with obvious disappointment, the Pansear paused somewhere further down the side of the pool of water, and then began to tug at a familiar sports rucksack. "Ah, my bag!" The Co-Ordinator cried out as he hastily leaped to his feet. This proved to be a mistake however, as he suddenly felt lightheaded. Still, he refused to falter, and the boy forced himself to join the Pokemon at the edge of the water. Dropping down to his knees beside the Fire-type, Altair placed a hand on the Pokemon's shoulder to get its attention. As it peered up at him in curiosity, Altair smirked down at it, and then used his free hand to pull the bag out of the water. With the rucksack now in his grasp, the nineteen-year-old unzipped all the pockets to check on his stuff. It was a little damp, but nothing was damaged. At the thought of damaged, Altair suddenly lifted his left arm and hastily rolled back the sleeve to check on his Xtransceiver. Much to his relief, the device was still there, and it was even still operational. A real miracle given how badly shaken up he was from the plummet followed by the sensation of drowning. Drowning. How had he survived that? Steel grey eyes glanced over to meet that of lax black eyes and it was decided that the Pansear couldn't have saved him. If not the Pansear, then what? Well, that would be a mystery for years to come as far as Altair was concerned. More important than this was that he still had his Super Rod, and it was unscathed from the mishap. A relieved sigh escaped the young man's lips as he peered fondly at the rod. Without thinking about it, the youth dropped the bag beside him and positioned himself in a cross-legged position. It only took a few seconds for him to reassemble the Super Rod, and upon finishing, the boy gazed proudly at his fishing rod. To the boy, it was truly a marvel to behold; it seemed the Pansear agreed with this notion, for the Pokemon peered up at it from behind his back. When Altair noticed this, the young man smirked again and gently patted the Pokemon on its head. "This a fishing rod," Altair heard himself explain as the Pokemon settled onto his lap and peered up at him with a content gaze. "With it, I can fish Pokemon out of the water; shall we give it a try?" At the idea of actually fishing, the Pokemon gave him a lazy thumbs up, and then focused its attention on the Super Rod. With a deft flick of the wrist, Altair began his morning with a content period of fishing. It would only be a few heartbeats before the bobber dipped into the water to signify a bite. Edited by Key2dawn, Jul 6 2012, 08:47 PM.
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| Key2dawn | Jul 7 2012, 12:21 PM Post #3 |
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"Get ready, Pansear!" Altair warned as he tugged at his fishing pole. When the Fire-type scrambled off his lap, the youth slowly rose to his feet and continued to tug until, at last, he spotted something clinging to the hook. It didn't look like a fish though, and this brought wary thoughts to the young man's mind. To Altair, it looked more like he caught a shell rather than a Pokemon. Still, a catch was a catch, and perhaps the Pansear would like to have that shell. With one final heave, the Co-Ordinator flung bobber and hook into the hair. Upon doing so, steel grey eyes widened in surprise as an unknown Water-type flew out with the equipment because it was clinging desperately to the shell. Altair's first thought was that he stumbled upon another Unova Pokemon, and it seemed he was correct when the Pokemon angrily cried out "Dewott" after it landed on the ground, still holding onto the shell. When the youth realized the Pokemon had another one on its leg, understanding dawned upon him and he carefully reeled in both shell and Dewott. Despite how obviously irritated the Discipline Pokemon appeared, Altair knew that he had to get the shell off his hook. As far as he was concerned, there was no way the Pokemon was going to figure this out after struggling that entire time underwater. Wary of the Water-type reacting poorly, the Co-Ordinator kept his attention on the Dewott as he cautiously reached for the shell with his free hand. Just as he suspected though, the Pokemon snatched its remaining shell and made to lunge at Altair. At the same time as this, the youth bit his tongue and hurriedly tried to move backwards. Unfortunately he was holding the caught shell which caused the Dewott to move even faster towards him. If had been able to close his startled eyes, then he would have missed the Pansear leaping between him and the Water-type. Upon doing so, the High Temp Pokemon then lashed out at the Dewott with a series of Fury Swipes which caused the Discipline Pokemon to reluctantly release its stolen shell and stumble backwards. Now that the Water-type was no long holding the caught shell, Altair managed to carefully detach the hook from it and held the shell up in triumph. Apparently this further enraged the Dewott though, as the action appeared to be an act of challenge. Determined to get its weapon back, the Pokemon lunged at the Pansear with a Razor Shell and skillfully slashed at the Fire-type. The monkey, startled at how aggressive the Dewott was, ducked its head and appeared to curl up into a ball on its feet. As the shell barely missed the top of the Pansear's head, the monkey jumped up and actually Licked the Dewott. Because this had come as a complete shock to the Water-type, the Pokemon fell prey to a paralysis and its muscles stiffened. Suddenly Altair felt like he could trust this Pansear to stick by his side throughout the time he spent fishing, and the youth's signature smirk softened into a smile as he thought about his uncle and the gardeners. While the Pansear wasn't like any of the humans he knew, the Pokemon was still good company. Around this time, the Dewott managed to force itself to spit a Water Gun at the High Temp Pokemon. Because the two were so close, the Fire-type didn't have a chance to move which lead it to the suffering of the water attack. Luckily the Dewott was unable to move after the Water Gun, or else the Pansear would have been caught off-guard. As it was, the fire monkey had turned around to complain to Altair about how it was once again wet. The Co-Ordinator, noticing this, seemed to understand the Pokemon's sentiments, though it didn't stop him from smiling in amusement. Upon seeing the expression, the High Temp Pokemon laughed, as it suddenly found the circumstance to be amusing as well. At that moment, Altair's smile faded and he cried out a warning to the Pansear, for it seemed the Dewott managed to recover a bit of its muscle control. The Pansear, knowing that turning around would be a stupid idea, chose to dive left and spun around on one foot in a surprisingly graceful manner. Just as the Pokemon suspected: the Dewott planned to smack it over the head with the Razor Shell attack. Unfortunately this was nothing more than a feint, and the Pansear realized this around the same moment Altair did. The Dewott, smirking in triumph, continued its attack, though this time it was aimed at the Co-Ordinator himself. In retrospect, Altair felt he should have been more prepared for such a move. For a kid known for his wariness, he was certainly slipping now that he was out in the wild. This was no time to think on that however, and so the youth did the first thing that his instinct dictated: he swung his Super Rod at the Dewott. It was a miracle that his timing was so off, because if he hadn't missed the Pokemon when it jumped, then the Dewott would have broken his only fishing pole. Still, that might have been better than having his right arm being slashed at. With a cry of indignation, Altair chose then to use the shell as a weapon as well. In a wild swing, the youth forced the Dewott to clash with its own shell, which made the Pokemon visibly hesitate. Due to this hesitation, Altair called for the Pansear's help and watched with an expression of obvious relief as the Discipline Pokemon was abruptly surrounded by a spinning vortex of fire. So the Pansear knew Fury Swipes, Lick, and Fire Spin so far! Altair made a quick note of these discoveries, unaware that the Pokemon was capable of more than just these three attacks. As far as the Co-Ordinator was aware, most Pokemon only ever used four attacks in battle. It never occurred to him that the limit of four moves was only for the official league battles of most regions. Now that the Dewott was distracted with trying to dispel the Fire Spin, Altair noticed that the Pansear was trying to catch his attention. Confused, the youth watched the Pokemon for a few moments as it pointed at its right hand and made a tossing motion. It finally dawned on him that the Pokemon wanted the Dewott's shell, and so Altair deftly tossed the shell toward his Fire-type friend as if the weapon was a Frisbee. Just as the shell was caught, the Discipline Pokemon used an Aqua Jet to practically fly out of the spinning vortex. Amazed by the Water-type's skill, Altair couldn't help but wonder if catching this Dewott would be worth using his only Poke Ball. Sadly he took far too long to make this decision, as the Pokemon was already redirecting its attention on the Pansear. As the Dewott considered its options, Pansear decided to taunt the Water-type by Leering at it. This seemed to do the trick, and the Water-type lunged at the fire monkey with an Aqua Tail attack at the ready. Just as the Pokemon spun around to swing its tail at Pansear, the Fire-type performed a bit of Acrobatics and ended up sailing right over the Dewott. At the same time as this, Pansear used the shell at hand to smack the Dewott over the head. Just as both Pokemon landed on the ground, one more graceful than the other, the two spun around to face each other. Before the Discipline could even think to strike again, the Pansear turned to the water and chose to Fling the item it held, the Dewott's shell, into the pool of water. As if drawn to the weapon, the Dewott instinctively dove back into the water to chase after its runaway weapon. After a few minutes of just staring at the calm water, both Pansear and Co-Ordinator let out great sighs of relief. As they collapsed together at the edge of the water, Pokemon and human smiled at one another before both began to chuckle about what had just happened. That was almost as frightening as when they nearly drowned together, and it further increased their bond of friendship. "I swear that doesn't happen all the time," Altair heard himself admit to the Pansear. When the Pokemon gave him a lazy thumbs up, the youth found that he felt giddy enough to just burst out laughing, though he refrained himself from doing so. If anything, laughter was quite loud and could be viewed as obnoxious. The most he would settle with is a smile, and so that was what the Co-Ordinator responded with. For a while neither felt like moving, and so the two just laid there to watch the clouds drift lazily by. Eventually Altair realized how hungry he was, and the young man hauled himself into a sitting position. Pansear, noticing this, did the same as it peered up questioningly at the Co-Ordinator. Soon the Pokemon's questioning gaze was answered, for Altair chose then to reveal a couple snacks for them to enjoy. After the Pansear chose a random bar to eat, Altair put away the other choices and chose to turn around so he could face the water. It was decided that he would continue to fish while they eat as well as pray that nothing as aggressive as that Dewott appeared. While the two continued to eat and patiently wait for something to bite the hook, Altair thought of how pleasant this moment was. He was spending a morning with a Pokemon to fish, and it was a Fire-type Pokemon at that. In all honesty, he felt like he wouldn't mind having this Pansear's company for every time he went fishing. The thought of going their separate ways surprisingly pained the Co-Ordinator, and for a second he didn't notice the bobber dip back into the water. It took Pansear's excited leap to its feet for Altair to realize that there was something on the line, and the youth's signature smirk returned. As the Co-Ordinator made his way onto his feet, he gave the rod an experimental tug and nearly fell backwards when the Pokemon burst out of the water to reveal itself as a Corphish. It turned out that the Ruffian Pokemon had purposefully grabbed onto the hook with one of its claws. Once the Pokemon was out, the Corphish released the line and landed neatly on land. The Water-type took one look around and eagerly snapped its claws as it noticed the Pansear standing beside Altair. It seemed the Pokemon was already issuing a challenge, and it was apparently quite used to popping up from a fisher's line. Before Altair and Pansear could think of what to do, the Ruffian Pokemon opened its mouth and unleashed an experimental Bubble attack on the human and monkey. |
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| Key2dawn | Jul 8 2012, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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As far as Altair was concerned, the Bubbles didn't look like they would hurt. He spent a lot of time watching the other children blow bubbles at each other, and not one of them was ever hurt by a bubble, so long as it didn't float into their eyes. Still, it seemed his Pansear companion disapproved of the attack, and the monkey chose to retaliate in order to protect him an itself. Without a second thought, the Fire-type produced an Incinerate attack, the tuft of fur on its head having grown considerably in size due to the choice, and suddenly white hot flames burst out from the Pokemon's paws. This was a new attack as far as the Co-Ordinator was concerned, and so he was sadly unsure as to what the Pokemon just performed. Whatever the attack was, however, proved to be more than enough to dispel the Bubbles as each watery bubble popped upon contact with the flames. To go along with the popping of the bubbles was the Corphish also getting hit which surprised Altair. The attack, he concluded, must have been one that struck all targets. If the youth recalled correctly, then his temporary companion knew Fury Swipes, Lick, Fire Spin, Leer, Acrobatics, Fling, and that fire attack. It seemed the Pokemon was an incredibly capable one since it used more than just four attacks. As he thought of this, he watched as the Corphish put on a show of arrogance to Taunt the Pansear. It seemed to work, and Altair frowned at the sight of his Pokemon friend falling for such bait. Still, he was clueless as to what to do, as this was only the second battle he ever witnessed, and he didn't feel it was in his place to give any orders to the High Temp Pokemon. Because of this, all the nineteen-year-old felt he could do was watch as the Pansear chose to keep its distance. The fire monkey's most recent attack was also an unfamiliar move to Altair, and it was known to the common Unovan as Flame Burst. A ball of flame was created in the Pansear's hands before it was thrown into the air and burst into several streaks of fire, all aimed at he Corphish. Unfortunately for the High Temp Pokemon, The Ruffian wasn't too bothered by the attack, though it was assumed that the type disadvantage was the reason for the lack of effectiveness. As such, the Corphish accepted the attack and merely snapped its pincers in a mock of the Pansear's power. After doing so, the Pokemon then produced a Bubblebeam attack, and Altair knew that this would actually be dangerous. Just as the Pansear chose to summon a spinning vortex of fire to catch the Bubblebeam and surround the Water-type, a voice from several yards away called out for the group's attention. While this startled Altair into spinning around, appearing as though he was caught red-handed, the Pansear continued its Fire Spin until satisfied that the Corphish was caught inside and the Bubblebeam was no more. Once this was done, the Pokemon lazily looked over to watch as a fisherman, perhaps in his late twenties, finally reached Altair's side. "Please," The man wheezed as he bent over to catch his breath. "That's my Corphish! Don't catch it!" At that plea for Altair to not catch the Ruffian Pokemon, the Co-Ordinator felt his neck redden in embarrassment. "I caught it not long ago, but when I let it out to introduce it to the team, it jumped back into the water!" The fisherman continued when he finally regained his breath and was able to stand upright again. He was a surprisingly tall fellow, a little on the chubby side, but his eyes shone with a sincerity that greatly reminded Altair of his uncle. "Do not worry, sir," Altair hesitantly whispered to the stranger before him; as it stood, he wasn't sure whether or not he was supposed to respond. When the man smiled in relief, the Co-Ordinator found this to be enough incentive to continue speaking. "Your Corphish actually attacked us, so we're just defending ourselves." It seemed this information worried the man, for he soon began a stream of apologies for the Water-type's terrible behavior. It was at that moment that the Corphish managed to slip out of the Fire Spin by using a stream of Bubbles to force an opening in the flames. Once the Pokemon was out, it scuttled as quickly as it could towards Pansear, one pincer raised in preparation for an attack. The fisherman, recognizing this, immediately warned Altair that this was a Crabhammer, and that he should be careful because it would be super effective against his Pokemon. Although the youth felt he should have protested at the claim of Pansear being his Pokemon, Altair found that there was simply no time to do so. It was a time to act, and so the rookie Co-Ordinator shouted his first order for the High Temp Pokemon: Acrobatics. If there was any real reason behind this choice, then it was simply because the Fire-type looked cool when it deftly leaped over the Corphish and spun around in midair to rake at the Water-type's head and back. "I'm terribly sorry young man!" The fisherman cried out as he fumbled with his stuff to search for the right Poke Ball. "I'll put that little rascal away in a moment!" He added as he dropped his equipment and began to pat around his pockets in search of a Poke Ball. While he did so, the Ruffian spun around, Leering unpleasantly at the fire monkey. Apparently Corphish was more than just displeased with how the Pansear not only dodged it, but also attacked. The Pokemon wanted this monkey unconscious, and the Ruffian made this known when it performed an attack that caught Altair completely off guard. The ground began to tremble as the Corphish's body was outlined by a muddy brown color. Before the fisherman could reveal what his Pokemon was up to, the AncientPower had started. Several large rocks, all of which were surrounded by the same muddy brown outline, were wrenched out from the ground around Pansear. The Fire-type, actually frightened at the idea of being crushed by a rock, appeared to panic at being surrounded. Because of this, the Pokemon failed to move a muscle and could only watch as the attack closed in on it. If anything, it at least managed to shut its eyes so it wouldn't end up screaming in terror. For some reason though, the Pansear never felt the attack; however it did hear the pained gasps of a familiar voice. Eyes fluttering open to see what happened, the High Temp Pokemon was utterly shocked at the appearance of Altair shielding it from the AncientPower attack. At the same time as this, the fisherman managed to summon an Octillery and had the Pokemon protect both Altair and the Pansear. While the Jet Pokemon destroyed most of the rocks with a powerful Octazooka, one or two of the rocks did manage to slip by the Pokemon's shots. It was these rocks that slammed into Altair's back and caused the athletic youth to cry out in pain, but it was clear he wasn't going to let anything harm the startled Fire-type. When he noticed the Pokemon staring up at him with wide eyes, Altair attempted a smirk. "I won't let you get hurt." It was more of a vow than a reassurance, and once it was said, both Pokemon and human saw the words for what they really were. The brief moment of mutual understanding was soon broken as the fisherman shouted in distress. Upon turning to see what happened, Altair and Pansear quickly realized that the Octillery had been injured. No, not so much injured, but flat knocked unconscious. "What happened?!" Altair demanded, his voice having risen in panic. When the fisherman informed him that the Corphish used its most powerful attack, Guillotine, and explained what that did, the Co-Ordinator's face paled significantly. Suddenly this battle seemed a lot more dangerous than the one against the Dewott. Because he wasn't used to being around Pokemon and watching battles, he had no idea if the Corphish had killed the Jet Pokemon or not. Determined to not let the Pansear take a hit, Altair stood protectively over the Pokemon. Unfortunately the High Temp Pokemon found the desire to protect him, and so the Fire-type stepped around Altair in preparation to battle. Glancing around, the Pokemon snatched up a pebble and chose to Fling the small rock at the Ruffian Pokemon to catch its attention. Pansear would battle and defeat this Corphish for Altair. Once it had the Water-type's attention, Pansear felt the Taunt fade and decided that was the time to produce a great big Yawn. For a terrifying moment, Altair thought that his Fire-type companion was about ready to drop asleep, but then he noticed how the Water-type mimicked the yawn. "Your Pansear used Yawn! That'll put my Corphish to sleep in no time!" The fisherman cheered, obviously relieved that the Corphish's trouble-making antics would soon be over. Thanks to the man's explaining the attack and its effect, Altair felt more confident about how this battle would end. Neither of the remaining Pokemon would faint, possibly die, due to Pansear's quick thinking. "Look out, it's going for another Guillotine!" At that, Altair snapped back to attention, and he was just in time to watch as the Pansear hesitated. For a moment Altair didn't understand why his friend was hesitating, but then he shrugged the thought away as he found a rising concern with what was about to happen. Since it was clear that the Pokemon wasn't sure what to do, Altair took a stab at giving the High Temp monkey another order. "Keep it away with another Fire Spin!" Upon hearing that order, the Pansear found it was quick to respond. Soon enough, there was another flaming vortex racing to catch the Corphish, and with decent timing too. Because the Ruffian was unable to stop itself from its somewhat quick pace, the Water-type ran straight into the vortex and ended up lifting off the ground a bit. Still, the Pokemon was determined to knock out the Pansear, and so it struggled to free itself from the fire. Throughout its struggle, the Pokemon knew its time was nearly up, for the edges of the Ruffian's vision was starting to fade. There was no way the Water-type would give in to sleep before striking that Pansear though, and finally the Pokemon broke free of the Fire Spin again. With a Bubblebeam used to carve a path through the flames, the Corphish resumed its hunt for the Fire-type. Now Altair was unsure as what to do, and he realized that even the Pansear was clueless. Still, the High Temp Pokemon did not want to go down in this fight, and it sent a desperate Flame Burst at the approaching opponent. Despite this, The Corphish continued on its way to Pansear until, at last, the Pokemon reached the monkey. With a determined swing of the arm, the Pokemon brought its pincer down at the Pansear. Much to everyone's surprise, the attack did nothing; it wasn't until the Corphish toppled over, fast asleep, that the group realized what happened. Before the Ruffian could actually use Guillotine, if fell victim to Pansear's Yawn from earlier. The battle was over at last. "Thank you so much!" The fisherman gasped as he held up the right Poke Ball and returned his mischievous Corphish. With the Pokemon now gone, both Altair and Pansear dropped to the ground, once again exhausted from the excitement. When the man noticed how tired the two were, he once again apologized for all the trouble. Upon doing so, the man pulled out a beautiful scale and offered it to Altair. When the boy peered up at it, eyes wide with wonder at how the scale shone in a rainbow of colors, he felt his head shake in response. "I could never take that," The Co-Ordinator replied despite how hypnotized he was with the scale. "But I would like to know where you found such a dazzling scale." This was, perhaps, the most talkative the youth had been since he finally found the courage to speak to his uncle and gardeners. "This is a Prism Scale, but I have no need for it. Please, take it young man," The fisherman insisted as he carefully placed the beautiful scale into Altair's hand. "They say it can evolve an ugly Pokemon into something beautiful, but I have yet to find anything ugly!" At that, the man issued a boisterous laugh before he gave a small wave to the youth and began his departure. As much as the man enjoyed looking at the scale, he knew that the youth would love it just as much, if not even more. It seemed Altair had an eye for beauty. |
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| Key2dawn | Jul 9 2012, 03:37 PM Post #5 |
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It was some hours after noon when Altair finally decided to take a break. Upon this decision, the Co-Ordinator collapsed onto the ground, his entire body aching from the highlights of that day and the previous day. Still, he was in surprisingly high spirits ever since he received a beautiful item known as the Prism Scale. Once he was settled beside the running water, having followed a river that the pool of water from earlier emptied into, Altair tugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Despite how cool it was beside the water, the Co-Ordinator was still dreadfully hot due to all the walking. It didn't help that the Pansear chose then to take its place on his lap and lean against his stomach to stare contently at the water. Altair wasn't going to complain though; he enjoyed the High Temp Pokemon's company too much to even consider his own discomfort. As it was, he was already dreading how he would never see the Fire-type ever again after finally finding civilization, so he was quite determined to enjoy every moment with the Pokemon. It was sad, incredibly sad, to have to part with the fire monkey after everything they went through. Pansear seemed to sense his unease, and it patted his hand in reassurance just as it yawned. The combination made the nineteen-year-old's smirk soften into a fond smile, though it was somewhat pained still. He didn't want the Pansear to leave and forget about him. "You know, Pansear, you're one of a kind." Although the youth didn't know what possessed him to say this, he knew that his words were genuine. It seemed the Fire-type noticed this as well, for it peered up at him and revealed a lazy grin. The Pokemon, as Altair realized, was truly one that understood what it meant to live without worry. As far as he could tell, the Pokemon was almost always relaxed. After a moment of smiling at one another, the Pansear returned its attention to the water and watched in thoughtful wonder as an occasional Remoraid jumped up as it passed by in the river. At the sight of it, Altair suddenly had the urge to try again with his fishing rod. He would have done so, too, but for some reason something told him that it wasn't time for that. Instead of that, the boy decided to continue relaxing with the Pansear. Now that he wasn't moving, it started to dawn on him just how beautiful his surroundings really were, and this inspired him to pull out the Prism Scale. With the scale in his hand, the young man held it up so it would light up in a rainbow of colors again. It was a beautiful piece, the boy decided, and he vaguely wondered what Pokemon would evolve with such a gorgeous item. "Pansear, how long will you be with me?" This question was quite sudden, one that he didn't expect to say, but now that it was said, Altair found that he was almost nauseous at the idea that he would be parting ways with the Pokemon. There wasn't an immediate response to this, and Altair would have panicked if he hadn't noticed that the Pokemon was fast asleep on his lap. He would just have to present the question later, but for now, he needed to get moving. His second day in Aerei was almost as wasted as his first, and the Co-Ordinator wanted to at least find civilization before the next morning. Determined to do so, the youth slid the Prism Scale into a pants pocket, pulled his bag over his shoulders, and then gathered the sleeping Pansear into his arms. Once all of this done, the young man then carefully climbed to his feet. Not a moment was to be wasted, he decided, and so he started off with a quick pace. It would be a while before he finally spotted Silex Town, but the sight would give him renewed energy and allow him the incentive to jog the rest of the way to town. By the time he caught sight of the town, Pansear had awoken and clambered onto his shoulders to sit contently on his bag. Pausing then to take a breath and admire the view of the town, Altair felt his shoulders droop at the thought that he would have to part with the Pansear. "Well, that's where I'm heading." Altair announced softly, his voice laced with a sadness that only those who grew up alone would understand. "Where are you heading?' At that question, the Pokemon hopped off his bag and took a few steps forward to peer lazily at Silex Town. After a moment of consideration, the Fire-type then pointed at the very town that Altair was planning to go to. Surprised at this, the youth uttered a "What?" in his disbelief. When the Pokemon repeated its gesture to inform the human that it was heading in the same direction, Altair's face broke into a hopeful grin. "Then, would you mind if we traveled there together?" Upon hearing this request, the Pansear smiled up at him and lifted a paw to give the Co-Ordinator a thumbs up. This was all Altair needed to see to know that the High Temp Pokemon was willing to stick around. Inwardly relieved at the fact, the youth nodded in acceptance and allowed for the Pokemon to return to his shoulders before he began his jog to Silex Town. Soon the jog would turn into a full on sprint as Altair's body and mind registered the joy of having a companion. It would be later on that he realized the Pansear planned to go wherever he went; they were friends, after all. Edited by Key2dawn, Jul 9 2012, 08:27 PM.
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| shadowcat | Jul 10 2012, 06:46 AM Post #6 |
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Approved befriending of Pansear and 2BP to him, and the acquisition of Prism Scale~ |
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| Lizard | Jul 10 2012, 07:37 AM Post #7 |
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I like Altair ^^ That was cute!
Edited by Lizard, Jul 10 2012, 07:38 AM.
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