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Post by Crim on Oct 16, 2011 18:40:48 GMT
Things had been going much better than he had anticipated. As Terrance took his first few steps along the route under the bricks of the Verda Bridge, his mind reflected on the recent events, which had gone much, much faster than he had anticipated. He had gotten into the Lab without much trouble, and the woman who had assisted him had been perfectly kind and cheerful, even if she had been engrossed in a book for most of the time. Terrance had been slightly worried about possibly having to do some grand task to receive a Pokémon in the first place. Of course, had he had to, he had had no doubt that he would have succeeded with no trouble at all. Still, it had been a nice little surprise when he'd been able to get the Meowth he had requested without much difficulty.
The Meowth in question rested in the small, red-and-white orb that Terrance held in his hand, which was now the focus of his attention. He had no ideas of what exactly the Pokémon in the ball would be like, and yet... he had a good feeling. If the Pokémon was difficult in any way, that'd only make Terrance have to work harder, and he certainly didn't mind that. After all, this would wind up being a journey that strengthened him as well, rather than simply his Pokémon.
The Rattata Morph did not hesitate as he enlarged the Pokeball, before tossing it into the air. With a burst of light, the Meowth was released, and as the light faded, the feline appeared in its somewhat majestic, although in this case rather confused, glory.
Terrance supposed the Meowth couldn't be blamed for its surprise. After all, if he'd been released into an area unlike the area he was usually released into (for he assumed that someone let the Pokémon out to feed them and whatnot at the Lab), he'd probably simply stop and stare for a few, long moments. The Meowth was as still as a statue for a bit, before one ear flicked, and it turned to stare at him, eyes narrowing in a suitably cat-like curiosity as he approached. There was no hesitation in his step, only boldness, even though Terrance was willing to bet that the cat had never seen anyone like him before. It raised its head and sniffed at him curiously, before sitting down upon its haunches. Suddenly, its jaws spread apart in a wide grin, and it was speaking in bold tones, laced with excitement and happiness.
+Oh, wow! It's finally happened, then, hasn't it? My sister always told me it would... I wonder if I got picked before her? I hope I did, I can't wait to rub it in her face! ... Well, really, I guess I can't tell her... Still, I probably beat her! And I got a rat guy as my owner, woo!+ The Meowth sprang up suddenly, fur bristling with anticipation. +..What kinda human are you, anyways?! I've never seen a human with fur before!+
Terrance flinched lightly, for the Meowth was quite loud, and very, very curious. Still, that was probably a good thing. After all, it would be easier to mold his enthusiasm into something great than to try and create enthusiasm with a meeker sort of Pokémon. Terrance smiled at the Meowth, who seemed to snicker at something he had seen, before bursting into full laughter, collapsing and holding his forepaws over his muzzle to quiet himself. Terrance could only dumbly stare, folding his arms and speaking defensively. "... What?"
+T-those teeth, oh Arceus! How can you even speak with those things? Or eat, for that matter? Hell, I could use them as a scratching post, they're so big!+
Terrance's eyes narrowed lightly, for he had often heard the same sort of thing as a child, though it was not nearly as light-hearted as the words the Meowth seemed to be saying. When he was younger, such words had been enough to reduce the Rattata Morph to tears, paired with insults about him being weak and basically useless.
Now, however, that child, so easily shattered, was mature, and hardened to such things. He simply allowed a grin to spread across his face, crossing his arms and boldly replying, +Heh, just be glad that you've never been bitten by them. I can hurt people much more than you might think, kitty. Anyways, to answer your previous questions, I'm a Pokemorph, Rattata to be precise. And I'm your trainer now, so I suggest that we begin training." There wasn't any fluff in his speaking, for he was a very blunt sort of person.
The Meowth only say there for a few moments, before he nodded, his grin spreading into an almost-demonic looking smirk, eyes glittering with a violent sort of excitement. +Oh, yes! Battling's so fun... I was always the strongest in my family, you know.+ Really, he had never been in a true battle, only practice fights, but he wasn't going to say that, of course.
Terrance, pleased with the response, nodded his head, continuing his walk along the bride without further discussion. His starter glanced after him, springing up and padding along beside him eagerly, head and tail both held high with confidence.
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Oct 18, 2011 22:37:00 GMT
SOME WILD POKÉMON APPEARED ! 
The Verda Bridge seemed to stretch for as far as the eye could see into the horizon, perfectly straight and level with the relatively still ocean. Speaking of, what an ocean it was! The water glimmered in the fragile autumn sunlight, with waves lapping against old, mossy brick underneath. In the distance, the rough silhouettes of some other islands could be made out. Two smaller islands on either side of Romulus Isle poked above the edge of the water, while in the distance the craggy Isle of Bracken could be seen. Its peaks and caves jutted out of the water, making it seem quite foreboding. Though the island was close enough to make out a clear outline, it was impossible to trace the edge of the isle perfectly - much of it was swallowed up in the shadow of Marsmonte, which towered above the island and most anything else nearby.
A fell breeze was blowing, gentle enough to be felt but not so large as to pose a threat to anyone walking along the twenty kilometre path, part yellow brick road and part safari park. Though the walkway was more like a colonnade than anything else, it was filled with plants of all descriptions. Some had grown from little patches of land at sea level and climbed up to meet the viaduct. Some hung from below, snaking down in curtains of ivy that filtered the light and cast colour throughout the path in the reddening sun. Most of the plants, however, had deliberately been planted in rows on either side, with grassy knolls along the route, such that if you were to venture in and close your eyes, it was almost possible to forget that you were on a dark bridge path rather than a dreamy meadow.
Chasing the breeze, a group of Hoppip fluttered by. They appeared to be in mid-migration from one island to the next, crossing Verda Bridge laterally as they did. The group slowly soared off into the distance, becoming smaller and smaller as they did - chasing the autumn wind.
One of them seemed to be struggling, however. Slowly falling further behind, she eventually found herself unable to continue, and she fell to the ground of the Bridge uncontrollably, eventually landing in a prickly bush.
”Help!”
[/color] she pleaded. ff7799 [/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Crim on Oct 22, 2011 15:57:39 GMT
As the newly paired duo continued their trek along the path, Terrance was still somewhat amazed from the scenery of the place. How clean it was, how relaxing. And yet, it was nothing compared to the Meowth's reaction. As a creature that had never really seen the outside world for too long a period of time, it was somewhat overwhelming.
His eyes were wide, fur bristling with excitement, and there was a certain bounce in his step that conveyed even more excitement. The Meowth pushed on ahead of Terrance, gazing around. His eyes met the ocean, and he failed to feel the usual, feline terror of such a place. Instead, he found himself wishing that he could go there, that he could swim well enough to cross the entire ocean, like a Water Pok?mon. Of course, this was not a very realistic dream of his.
Gazing back at Terrance, his flashed him his sharp, toothy grin, declaring happily, +I love this place! All of this is so wonderful!+ The feline lunged off the path and into the meadow-like growth to the right. Purring at the feel of the grass against his paw pads, the Meowth suddenly made a silly little gesture of rolling around in the grass, feet kicking in the air as if he were a playful dog Pok?mon rather than a cat. Terrance, though slightly impatient, could not help be smirk at the antics, bemused.
Suddenly, however, the Meowth yelped in shock, for in his play, he had gotten himself tangled in some of the plants. Thrashing a bit and only serving to get himself more tangled, he paused for a few moments, before staring over at Terrance with a sheepish little grin. His stare was met with a sudden bout of laughter.
"Oh, you should really see yourself now, kitty." Terrance scoffed, walking over and glancing down at the feline, "And here I thought that a Meowth could get out of any problem, no matter how... tangled up in it they got." he snickered, though the Meowth failed to find his words quite as amusing.
+Ha ha, very funny mouse boy. Now, can you help me get outta here?+ The Morph stifled his snicker and nodded, kneeling down beside the Meowth, though he still held that amused smirk on his face. With a minute or two of untangling, the Meowth was free again, springing up instantly and grinning boldly.
+Thanks, uh... mouse boy. By the way, you do have an actual name, right? Mouse boy works, but... Yeah.+
Terrance blinked in surprise, realizing that he hadn't given his name to the Meowth. It seemed almost silly in retrospect; after all, wasn't that what humans tended to do? "Oh, uh... I'm Terrance. Terrance Jacobs, if you want the full name."
+Ooh! Can I call you Jake, then? Or Jakey? I like Jakey!+
"I don't really think that's--"
+Alright, Jakey-boy! Let's go, then!+
Terrance, dumbfounded, paused for a few moments, before shaking his head. He supposed that one Pok?mon calling him such a name couldn't hurt... He was about to follow behind the Meowth, before he realized something. "Wait! Do you have a name already, or do we need to think one up for you?"
The Meowth paused in his stride, glancing back and thinking for a moment, +Well... My mom always called me Cheshire or Chess, after some story with a white Buneary and a crazy guy and a Meowth that always seemed to be grinning and getting into something...+
"Oh, I've heard that tale... Huh, rather fitting, actually. Alright then, Chess, let's go and--"
+Woah! D'ya see that?+ Terrance followed Chess's gaze to the sky, where a group of odd, pink-and-green Pok?mon seemed to be flying by, using the breeze. He had never really seen the Pok?mon before, though he assumed that they were Grass-types, due to the large leaves that seemed to be aiding their flight.
They seemed rather peaceful, and Terrance and the Meowth simply watched, before noticing the one that seemed to be flying uncontrollably. With congruent frowns, they watched her unintended descent, until she landed in a prickly bush, at which point they both winced. The cry for help was so similar to the Meowth's from before, yet this time, it was not with amusement which Terrance responded. Though he wasn't known as a compassionate boy, he hated seeing things that seemed nearly defenseless in troublesome situations.
The male and his Meowth approached, glancing at the Hoppip. The thorns in the bush looked quite painful, but... Terrance had suffered much worse before. Grimacing a bit, he plunged his hands into the bush, hoping that the Hoppip would not resist any sort of rescue attempts. His hands began to bleed lightly, but he ignored it, attempting to take the Hoppip as delicately as he could and remove her from the prickly prison.
Chess, unable to really help, was sitting down and watching, eyes wide. +Woah, what happened to you? Why couldn't you fly like the others?+
It wasn't a very sensitive question, and Terrance didn't seem to notice that. It was clear that insensitivity would be a recurring theme between the two, simply because they didn't seem to know much better.
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Oct 23, 2011 15:45:44 GMT
The Hoppip continued to struggle to free herself from the prickly bush, before she shook it out and landed haphazardly on the grassy path. Her left wing seemed to be bruised and bent awkwardly. The Hoppip slowly wandered closer to Chess, taking each step cautiously.
”The air current! It was too strong for me and I ended up flying into the side of Verda Bridge. I tried to fly on with the rest of my herd, but it was too difficult for me!”
[/color] she sputtered, spitting out bits of twig from her mouth as she did. ”I...I’m never going to see them again! They couldn’t turn back even if they wanted to!”[/color] she pleaded, a placid tear snaking its way down her rosy cheeks. She shuffled slightly, standing below one of the arches that made up Verda bridge. She looked out at the sea beyond and at the sky. The Hoppip were gone. ”I..I’m sorry.”[/color] she stammered. ff7799 [/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Crim on Oct 23, 2011 18:53:54 GMT
As the Hoppip freed herself from the bush, Terrance watched her ungraceful landing upon the grassy path. With a frown, he noticed the one bent wing, that also seemed to be showing the beginnings of some bruising. It looked rather painful, and Terrance decided that the likelihood of her flying off again at the moment was not very good. As the Hoppip walked slowly over to Chess, the boy paused for just a moment, before removing his phone from his pocket and pointing it at the Hoppip. He needed to find out what exactly this thing was. After all, if he knew more about it, maybe he could try and help it.
As he pushed the button on the phone, a small beam of light shot out, landing on the Hoppip and then appearing to almost scan the Pok?mon. There was a short 'loading' screen, before the phone's screen cut to a page all about the Pok?mon, stating much of what was on the page itself.
-Hoppip, the Cottonweed Pok?mon. A Grass/Flying-type, it drifts on winds. It is said that when Hoppip gather in fields and mountains, spring is on the way.- Glancing at the phone, Terrance nodded, before turning it off again and pocketing it. The boy wasn't going to lie to himself; he was disappointed by its typing. His plans had no real use for such a creature. And yet... it did seem overly harsh to simply leave the creature here. In fact, in its helplessness, it'd probably wind up getting eaten or otherwise brutally killed. Terrance certainly didn't need that thought lurking about his mind.
He hadn't been listening to the Hoppip as she spoke, but Chess certainly had, and the Meowth seemed at a loss as to what to say. He had never really had the experience of dealing with anything sad, as most of his life had been spent in the happy obliviousness of the Lab. Even when he had been taken from his mother, she had assured him that he would find a trainer and be very, very happy. Now, however, he was attempting to find a way to comfort the Hoppip. With an awkward grin that failed mainly in its attempt to be positive, the Meowth padded a bit closer, glancing at the Hoppip.
+Hey, hey, now... Don't worry, we'll help ya! Umm... I dunno how, really, but... we can try, right, Jakey?+ the Meowth turned his imploring eyes upon Terrance, who paused in his approach, looking slightly awkward.
"Well... I'm not sure either, but... Oh, wait! If we can't help you any other way, maybe we can just figure out a way to get you flying again or something! Hm... There's a Pok?mon Center in the next town, but... oh, wait, maybe one of those Potions might help a bit!" Terrance paused for a moment before fumbling through his bag, finally pulling out one of the purple-and-white bottles. Moving in front of the Hoppip, he held it out for her to see. "It might help your wing feel better a little faster..." he hoped that the Hoppip wanted to fly again. If not, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Oct 23, 2011 21:10:01 GMT
The Hoppip felt the soothing spray of the Potion waft over her as Terrance sprayed it. For someone who seemed to be rather brash (not to mention that Meowth!), Terrance shown her some great kindness. She smiled, feeling its warmth spreading through her, and slowly but surely, her wing began to straighten itself out. She smiled at Chess and Terrance, before taking a further step towards the edge of the bridge.
”Thanks!”
[/color] she chirped, before she took a deep breath and ran off the bridge, letting herself fall down gently, her leafy wings gently spreading in order to catch the wind. All seemed to be going well, until there was a sudden gust, and the Hoppip found herself being thrown back towards the bridge. She bumped against one of the pillars supporting the road above, though this time she used her feet to absorb some of the shock. ”Awh! The wind’s being strange! Something’s strange - the autumn currents are usually strong at this time of year. Why isn’t it flowing southwards?”[/color] She stood in the middle of the bridge, breathing heavily. ”What’s wrong? Go take a look!”[/color] She didn’t mean to be pushy, I’m sure, but her desperation had grown to such an extent that she had decided to dispense with niceties and be relatively upfront with what she wanted. ff7799 [/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Crim on Oct 23, 2011 21:33:19 GMT
Terrance couldn't help but smile slightly as he watched the Hoppip's wing healing, even if it was a very rare occurrence for him to be so kind. In fact, he wasn't sure exactly what the reasoning for it all was. Perhaps it was merely because this place was making him feel so content, and he felt some need to repay the place, as odd as it sounded. More likely, though, it was a mere oddity in his character that was not likely to be repeated.
He and Chess watched as the Hoppip made her way towards the edge of the bridge, speeding up near the edge before falling. For a brief moment, her wings caught the air, and they were both sure that it would go very well. However, suddenly, there was a strong gust that ruffled Chess's fur and would have blown Terrance's hair into his face, had the hair not been so drastically killed and held in place by glue and whatnot. The Hoppip, light as she was, obviously was quite affected by the wind, blowing back onto the bridge and hitting the pillars. Luckily, the crash was not nearly as catastrophic for her this time.
Chess's eyes widened as he pranced over, ears pricked as the Hoppip made her complaint. He didn't know that anything wasn't normal, but, if the Hoppip said that something was wrong, that must have been the case. The Meowth had no idea what it could be, but, he was damn sure determined to find out! Not only would it be helpful; but, in his mind, it could lead to another adventure entirely. In fact, maybe there'd even be a chance to fight something! Grinning suddenly, the Meowth didn't even noticed the pushy, desperate note in the Hoppip's voice.
+Sure thing! We'll go fix things, won't we, Jakey? Come on, mouse boy!+ The Meowth had dashed off in the direction he assumed the problem to have been in, leaving Terrance to stand for a few moments, simply staring.
"Hey... Who's supposed to be the one in charge here, again?" he grumbled, flicking his tail irritably. Still, he supposed that the Meowth's enthusiasm couldn't be helped. He glanced towards the Hoppip for a moment, pausing, for he didn't want to simply abandon it here. At least, not without saying something first. "Uh... We'll be back soon! Stay safe!" With the rather obvious and unhelpful advice, Terrance turned back to see his Meowth even further away. Rubbing his temples and stifling a groan, the boy shouldered his bag, before beginning to sprint after the Meowth, all the while cursing the feline's energy in his mind.
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Oct 26, 2011 19:05:17 GMT
A WILD POKÉMON APPEARED ! 
”Jakey! I can feel another unusual wind!”
[/color] cried the Hoppip suddenly, using the only name for the pair she had heard. ”It’s coming from there! Over there!”[/color] Chess and Terrance had barely left the Hoppip when another Gust suddenly threw itself at them, sending the Hoppip flying once more. Though the light grass Pok?mon did her utmost to cling to the rich, well-manicured grass, she ultimately flew into the air, remaining stuck to the corner of a wall. It was then that the cause of the gust suddenly became apparent. It was a Woobat. Though it was impossible to make out much of the wombat’s expression, given that much of its face was hidden behind the shaggy fur, something about the manner of the bat seemed strange. ”The Grass-type is an abomination.”[/color] it said, its voice monotonous and shallow. ”How dare you live here, when this place is part of the new kingdom of Psychic pokémon!”[/color] It looked at Chess, though it was hard to tell. It remained exactly where it was, its wings keeping it levitating in the same position. ”What? Are you going to stop me?”[/color] it asked, before sending a Supersonic towards the feline. Though it spoke clearly, something was very awry. Woobat, Level 8
Gender: Male Ability: Klutz Moves: Gust, Supersonic, Confusion, Odour Sleuth ff7799 | 777788[/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Crim on Oct 26, 2011 22:21:46 GMT
Chess had not gone far, thankfully, and Terrance hadn't even caught up to him before the Hoppip cried out again. The Meowth skidded to a halt and whipped around as another wind rippled his fur, though the impact was far more substantial on the Hoppip. Both trainer and Pok?mon could only watch as she was sent into the wall yet again.
However, the cause of these issues had finally made itself apparent, and as the Woobat hovered in the air, flapping its little, devilish wings, Terrance felt an involuntary shiver creeping down his spine. The bat did not appear overly odd, for he had seen a few Woobat before, but... there was an eerily odd feeling about the Psychic type Pok?mon. Terrance seemed so distracted by it that he didn't even use the Pokedex on his phone again.
The Woobat spoke in a monotone, chilled voice, and Chess felt his fur rising in irritation as the bat's words filled his ears. This thing seemed delusional to him, going on about how the Grass-type was an abomination... He wasn't precisely sure what that meant (he was still a kitten, for Arceus's sake), but the intonation sounded horrible. The Meowth had thought the Hoppip had been rather nice, if not somewhat weak. Digging his claws into the ground, the Meowth growled lowly, lashing his tail back and forth erratically. He seemed to be preparing to pounce.
Terrance was about to take command, for he intended to battle the creature anyways, when it turned upon Chess, noticing the Meowth fully for the first time. Terrance tensed as it addressed the MEowth, before a horrible, ringing noise filled the air. As his sensitive ears picked up the sound, Terrance let out a groan of annoyed pain, flattening the sensitive ears and covering them with his hands. That damned bat was certainly annoying, and also pretty damn creepy. Terrance had no regrets about wanting the stupid thing to faint, or worse.
Chess was affected even moreso by the Supersonic attack, letting out a yowl and pawing viciously at his ears, trying to get rid of the sound. In desperation, he looked around, trying to clear his mind. By the time the attack had ended, however, his ears were still ringing, to a point where his vision was blurry and he wasn't sure of what he was even doing anymore. The poor feline was confused.
Terrance bit his lip, calling out and trying to get through to his starter. "Hey, Chess! Don't worry about it, just focus, and you can get him! Use a Growl, and then use Scratch!"
The Meowth barely heard Terrance through the ringing, though he did let out a fierce, unhappy Growl at the Woobat, angry at it for hurting his head and ears in such a way. The Meowth then did his best to steady himself, attempting to stop his vision from shaking and to pinpoint the exact location of the Woobat. The Meowth managed to do so, or, at least, he hoped he had. Then, without further delay, he launched himself towards the Woobat, unsheathing his front claws and bringing both sets of them at his opponent in a Scratch, still trying to ignore the dreadful ringing. Though neither he nor Terrance knew it, his ability would strengthen the attack, for it seemed to bestow upon him a certain grace, a precision that other Meowth without the ability might have lacked. The Meowth would, hopefully, hit with the empowered attack, though he was somewhat hindered by his confusion.
  Meowth, Level 5FBEFA8Name: Cheshire [Chess] Gender: Male Ability: Technician Moves: Scratch, Growl Overworld Moves: - Personality: This Meowth is quite a little ruffian, he’s always running after this or getting into a fight with something or other. His sense of mischief can be off-putting, but equally it can be endearing. He’s scrappy in battle, but he also has a low attention-span, often getting distracted or bored. |
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Oct 30, 2011 13:02:07 GMT
The Growl seemed to affect the Woobat adversely. Perhaps it was because they had such sensitive hearing, or perhaps it was because something else was afoot with the peculiar creature, but the Woobat was not pleased at all. He immediately started to let out a pained squeal, squirming around the bridge. As a result, he was unable to dodge the oncoming Scratch, which left a deep cut in his nose - though it stung, the Woobat didn’t show pain. Now that the Growl had stopped, he resumed his emotionless demeanour.
”You will pay for your support of that Grass-type. Any friend of a grass-type is as bad as one!”
He swept forward, using a Confusion attack on the Meowth, sending a beam of psychic energy towards the small feline. It shimmered as it did, glistening with a myriad of colours. The Hoppip, freed from the gust, now took a position behind a couple of bushes, holding on tightly to the branch incase there were further attacks made. She clung on, becoming increasingly worried at both the fanatic words of the Woobat and the emotionless way that he delivered his words...
ff7799 | 777788
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Post by Crim on Oct 30, 2011 17:58:46 GMT
The pained squeal from the Woobat should have pleased Chess, but with the pain in his head, it only served to increase his own agony. Blood flecked his claws faintly, though he was too distracted to notice, skidding to a halt after his attack and struggling to face the Woobat again. The Meowth unsteadily released another Growl attack automatically, some part of him recognizing that it had had some sort of effect on the Woobat before.
Terrance could see that his Meowth was still confused, for he stared around and seemed unable to focus on the Woobat, as if his eyes were unable to recognize the creature. As the Confusion attack was sent towards Chess, it was clear that the Meowth didn't even see it coming. Terrance winced in sympathy as the odd light struck his Meowth, pushing the Meowth back a fairly impressive distance, but also obviously hurting him. Chess let out a fierce, pained screech.
"Chess, try and Scratch it again!" Terrance commanded, hoping that the Meowth had the clarity left to perform such an action. Chess didn't hear him this time, though he had been planning such a course of action anyways. Crouching down, the Meowth lunged once more towards the Woobat. However, this time, he misjudged his jump, landing awkwardly a few feet short and letting out a painful squeak as he tumbled onto the ground, left foreleg smarting from the failed landing. The Meowth pushed himself to his feet unsteadily, but he could not draw himself to attack again. Instead, he had inadvertently injured himself.
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Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Nov 13, 2011 14:27:08 GMT
The Growl and the Woobat didn’t like it at all. He began to squeal in pain, writhing as he did. He swung from side to side, bursting into the sides of the brick walls as he did so. A Confusion attack fired wildly from his closed eye, missing Chess by a mile. The Hoppip screamed as the beam of multicoloured light missed her by a few inches, and she hid herself in a bush - all that could be seen through the leaves where her bright yellow eyes peering out at the ongoing action.
Once the effect of the Growl faded slightly, the Woobat recovered slightly - speaking in a monotonous voice again.
”Filthy grasslover. Why are you fighting me when it is that dirty Hoppip you should be destroying?”
[/color] For a moment, there was nothing but venom in his voice, but then slowly the voice began to crack, as though there was a different thought fighting to escape the Woobat’s lips... ff7799 | 777788 [/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Crim on Jan 10, 2012 18:25:41 GMT
The Confusion attack had missed Chess by a long shot this time, which was rather lucky, as the Meowth was in no condition to dodge the attack this time. Chess felt his head continue to pound, though the pain seemed to be lessening, as if it were beginning to wear off. He found himself able to concentrate a little bit once more, and after a moment's hesitation, he pressed his injured leg onto the ground. It stung, but it was stable enough to hold his weight, thank Arceus. It must have only been bruised by the Meowth's rather ungraceful landing.
Terrance gazed back at the Hoppip as the stray beam of light almost hit her instead of the Woobat's intended target, not blaming her for hiding in the bushes. This creature was rather... strange, and though the Hoppip was nice, she obviously wasn't the bravest or strongest Pok?mon out there. The Woobat seemed to want to get rid of the Hoppip as well, which no doubt made the experience all the more terrifying for the Grass-type. Terrance was the only trainer nearby, so the way he saw it, only he and Chess could stop the somewhat insane Woobat.
His thoughts had distracted him from the battle, and he snapped back to attention as the Woobat spoke, noticing the odd qualities his voice took after a few moments, as if something else were trying to speak. The boy frowned in confusion, not really understanding, before he finally answered the creature, his eyes narrowed.
"I think that you're utterly ridiculous! What the hell's wrong with Grass-types, anyways? At least they aren't psychopaths like you seem to be! Hell, I'm only going to train Normal types, but does that mean that I want all the other types to just go off and die in a fire? /No/, I don't, because I'm not a damned idiot like you are." Terrance certainly had a way with words, or, at least, the wrong words. He'd probably only make the creature angrier, rather than trying to calm the situation.
"Chess, do what you've been doing!" the rat-boy ordered, glaring at the Woobat. His Meowth managed to keep his thoughts together enough this turn to utter another Growl attack at the Woobat, this time while running. As he neared, he sprang at the creature, still favoring his other front leg as he pushed off from the ground, unsheathing his front claws to try and rake them along the Woobat's body once more in a Scratch, this time aiming for the wings as well. The pounding in his head had nearly subsided now, and he hoped that meant it'd be gone for good shortly.
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