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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:59 pm
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Lykas helped the man to his feet before giving him a smirk. "I'm normally not. But I can't stand to see a grown man crying." He replied, giving Odd a small wave as he walked up, having followed after he finished eating his food in the kitchen.
"Hm. Nice to meet you, Arkelos. My name is Odd." The white-haired channeler replied, his Shedinja beside him. "This is my partner, Cadenza. And the Jellicent hybrid who found you, or at least that's what I'm guessing happened, is my boyfriend Lykas." He introduced, pointing out the Shedinja first, followed by the blue-tinged teenager who'd helped him up.
"I take it you're new to the team?" Lykas asked, brushing aside the exclamation. "And no worries, there. There are weirder things than silent whispers in this lot." He assured the man before giving a friendly wave to the two canines with a ponytail each.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:08 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:33 pm
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In the training room, a training regimen was once again on its way. I was training Tristen once more to try to get him in better fighting shape, rather it be himself or his Pokemon. Tristen hadn't had the best of confidence as of late with his recent dealings with his Blitzle becoming shadowfied, which frankly I couldn't blame him all that much for. That said, when it starts hindering performance as a whole is another matter. Admittingly, I say this and yet I'm still shaken from the whole cyborg sharpedo hybrid thing that we encountered not long ago and only to find out that there was a very unwelcome someone pulling the strings.
The training room would be damp, water everywhere from a indoor rainstorm concocted by the Castform, fortunately confined to the training room. I stood on the other side of the training room from Tristen and his Castform with my Froslass, waiting on the next move.
"Alright, Tristen. Again." I said.
"Castform, use Weather Ball!" Tristen shouted.
"Froslass, Shadow Ball." I called back.
The two Pokemon fired off their respective attacks and the attacks crashed against each other.
"Water Pulse!" Tristen shouted.
"Ice Shard." I said.
As the Castform fires the watery wave, Froslass darts off with great speed, averting the shot, unleashing a fast flurry of ice towards the Castform.
"Forrrm!" The Castform shouted out from the stinging ice, backing off and cringing a bit.
"Shadow Ball." I said. The Frostlass fired another darkened mass towards the Castform, this time hitting its mark and blasting the Castform across the room. The fight was over...
"Castform!" Tristen said.
"Tristen, your Castform may of had resistance, but it can still take damage, and if your opponent is still powerful, your resistance is a moot point. I thought we've been over this. For that matter, I figured you already had this down pat." I said, crossing my arms. "You faced tougher adversaries than Froslass."
"Laaaasss." The Froslass spoke up.
"I know..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:53 pm
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Blizzard120 In the training room, a training regimen was once again on its way. I was training Tristen once more to try to get him in better fighting shape, rather it be himself or his Pokemon. Tristen hadn't had the best of confidence as of late with his recent dealings with his Blitzle becoming shadowfied, which frankly I couldn't blame him all that much for. That said, when it starts hindering performance as a whole is another matter. Admittingly, I say this and yet I'm still shaken from the whole cyborg sharpedo hybrid thing that we encountered not long ago and only to find out that there was a very unwelcome someone pulling the strings. The training room would be damp, water everywhere from a indoor rainstorm concocted by the Castform, fortunately confined to the training room. I stood on the other side of the training room from Tristen and his Castform with my Froslass, waiting on the next move. "Alright, Tristen. Again." I said. "Castform, use Weather Ball!" Tristen shouted. "Froslass, Shadow Ball." I called back. The two Pokemon fired off their respective attacks and the attacks crashed against each other. "Water Pulse!" Tristen shouted. "Ice Shard." I said. As the Castform fires the watery wave, Froslass darts off with great speed, averting the shot, unleashing a fast flurry of ice towards the Castform. "Forrrm!" The Castform shouted out from the stinging ice, backing off and cringing a bit. "Shadow Ball." I said. The Frostlass fired another darkened mass towards the Castform, this time hitting its mark and blasting the Castform across the room. The fight was over... "Castform!" Tristen said. "Tristen, your Castform may of had resistance, but it can still take damage, and if your opponent is still powerful, your resistance is a moot point. I thought we've been over this. For that matter, I figured you already had this down pat." I said, crossing my arms. "You faced tougher adversaries than Froslass." "Laaaasss." The Froslass spoke up. "I know..." Darts had been roaming the halls, up alone late at night per usual, when he notices a training course of sorts taking place inside the training room. He steps inside, his gilt jacket moving soundlessly as he does so, trying not to interrupt. From what it looked like Tristen was suffering from more than just an affliction of the body, there was something else bothering the kid. The gambler puts a hand over his crest to shield his eyes from the water running down his head and over the opening where two bright red blips shone forth, red gems in the darkness underneath his armored dome.
The attacks clash back and forth a little bit as the gambler watches from just inside the doorway, leaning against the wall. Tristen's every movement displayed nothing but depression and anxiety, and even if he was trying to fool himself, someone who was becoming more and more familiar with reading a person's posture and intentions from their stance: a certain amateur martial artist like Darts for instance would have no trouble picking it out. Even drenched in water, the Giratina hybrid was determined to see this through to its conclusion, as he tried to make his presence as unnoticeable as possible.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:58 pm
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Atlantis_Darts Darts had been roaming the halls, up alone late at night per usual, when he notices a training course of sorts taking place inside the training room. He steps inside, his gilt jacket moving soundlessly as he does so, trying not to interrupt. From what it looked like Tristen was suffering from more than just an affliction of the body, there was something else bothering the kid. The gambler puts a hand over his crest to shield his eyes from the water running down his head and over the opening where two bright red blips shone forth, red gems in the darkness underneath his armored dome. The attacks clash back and forth a little bit as the gambler watches from just inside the doorway, leaning against the wall. Tristen's every movement displayed nothing but depression and anxiety, and even if he was trying to fool himself, someone who was becoming more and more familiar with reading a person's posture and intentions from their stance: a certain amateur martial artist like Darts for instance would have no trouble picking it out. Even drenched in water, the Giratina hybrid was determined to see this through to its conclusion, as he tried to make his presence as unnoticeable as possible.
The rain storm puttered out and Tristen gave a rather defeated sigh. "Alright, recall your Castform. Try again with another Pokemon. Why not use that Galvantula? You haven't really played around with him since we got back from Kalos."
"Okay..." Tristen said, recalling the fallen Castform.
I then perked up and looked back. "Hey Darts, something up?" I asked. Tristen then perked up, looking back towards the door. How long was he there?
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:01 pm
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Blizzard120 The rain storm puttered out and Tristen gave a rather defeated sigh. "Alright, recall your Castform. Try again with another Pokemon. Why not use that Galvantula? You haven't really played around with him since we got back from Kalos." "Okay..." Tristen said, recalling the fallen Castform. I then perked up and looked back. "Hey Darts, something up?" I asked. Tristen then perked up, looking back towards the door. How long was he there? "Mmm." Shaking his head side to side to shake off some of the last bits of water, Darts makes his way towards the battle platform, standing in the middle of the two trainers. "I can't help but feel like... one of the two of you is currently a bit more invested than the other." He shoots a quick but meaningful look in Tristen's direction before turning back around to face Blizz. "If you get what I mean." He takes a couple of steps around the side of the pair towards the kid, before settling in behind him with his arms folded again, leaning against the wall. "Go ahead, don't let me interrupt, I'm just watching."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:16 pm
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Atlantis_Darts "Mmm." Shaking his head side to side to shake off some of the last bits of water, Darts makes his way towards the battle platform, standing in the middle of the two trainers. "I can't help but feel like... one of the two of you is currently a bit more invested than the other." He shoots a quick but meaningful look in Tristen's direction before turning back around to face Blizz. "If you get what I mean." He takes a couple of steps around the side of the pair towards the kid, before settling in behind him with his arms folded again, leaning against the wall. "Go ahead, don't let me interrupt, I'm just watching."
"I'm glad that I'm not the only one who's feeling that." I said, looking back at Tristen.
"Um...uhhh..." Tristen couldn't help but to stare at the floor in a bit of shame.
"It's Blitzle, isn't it?"
"Erk..."
"Figures. Tristen, you can't hide stuff like that from me for long." I took another look at Tristen once again, then gave a sigh. "That's it for today, Tristen."
"But-"
"Thats. It. Tristen." I said. "Go get dried off. Little guy your Castform is, he really knows how to put on a downpour." I said.
"...yes, sir..." Tristen said, walking out of the training room.
I couldn't help but to rub my eyes. "Oi...what makes this so bad is that I can't hold it against him, really. I'd probably be rather upset if I was in his situation, too." I then told Darts.
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