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| Slytherclaw | Dec 7 2015, 05:33 PM Post #131 |
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Amber looks around as the last of the dark mon falls, and is distracted by the tiny little brown mon smacking the other one with it's leaf. She stares at it, wondering absentmindedly if that hurts... Her attention, though, is quickly taken up as she notices the small yellow pokemon start to cry. "Oh..." She looks over at Cecil and bites her lip. She walks forward, approaching it. She...can already feel that she's going to regret this, because it's a /bioweapon/...but it's also an adorable, crying, fuzzy little animal and she can't resist. "Hey...hey, it's okay..."" She says, crouching down. "He's there, we can get him out, okay?" Charm: 14 |
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| Robot | Dec 7 2015, 06:48 PM Post #132 |
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Giant Mecha Enthusiast
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Cecil whistled for Boneyard, and the two of them closed with the tubby looking biped, the Houndour flanking it with a growl. "Never had a girl tell you no tongue without asking first?" *Snk* The knife was out and Cecil lunged for the creature, but misgauged just how thick and round it's hide was. The blade grazed along the side of it's head, lightly shaving a little of the fur off. Boneyard meanwhile took the opportunity to sink it's fangs into the munchlax's shoulder, worrying the wound, sparks of light flickering amidst it's jaws. OOC Map |
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| DavidHilm | Dec 7 2015, 08:10 PM Post #133 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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Bunnie is slow to react. She hadn't known that the balls could just... Fail like that. Amber would want to look at this afterwards, she was sure. In the meantime, while she was offguard, Cecil and Boneyard managed to engage with the little fat thing. She sees Cecil managed to nick the thing but that Boneyard just absolutely began to eat it. "Don't hurt it too much!" She readies another Pokeball and throws it as hard as she can. Numbers
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| technoRomancer | Dec 8 2015, 02:53 AM Post #134 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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Peering through the husk of the convoy truck, Joe grimaced in something close to sympathy as the sapling smacked a limb into his Pokemon. The Grimer barely seemed to register the hit as its face caved in on impact before bouncing back into shape, still smiling vacantly at its new 'friend.' Unwilling to risk the poisonous creature actually getting injured, Joe palmed another empty ball, inching forward as he bid his time until the brown and green creature was distracted. He was loathe to waste another of his limited supply, but it did seem like te most efficient and safest way to remove a threat from the field. The right moment came as Grimer plopped itself up and down in a strange sort of hopping dance, spraying the sapling with another wave of moist dirt - Joe lobbed the ball with all his (admittedly inconsiderable) might. Combat
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| Robot | Dec 8 2015, 04:48 AM Post #135 |
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As the Munchlax disappears into the ball, Cecil gives Bunnie a sideways glance. "Aww Bun, not you too..." The greaser shakes his head. "We're out here to survive. I get you find it cute or whatever, chicks are into that, but they ain't gonna do us no favors if we need it." Running a hand through his hair, Cecil visually took in the Pichu which was currently sobbing openly against his Pokeball and quirked an eyebrow. "Listen, just don't go sticking your neck out. There's five of us now, you or Christine decide it's not a good time to lay down some hurt, that number might go down, if you get me." |
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| Lockdown | Dec 8 2015, 11:23 AM Post #136 |
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I SEEE YOUUUU
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The little sapling lets out a scream of pain as the mud splashes over it, its solid-looking body seeming to corrode from the mud touching it. Thankfully the scream is quickly silences as the pokeball, barely dinging its head, makes contact and draws it in, locking shut almost immediately. The tiny mouse, now left all alone, stares up at Amber with huge dewy eyes. When she leans down to comfort it, it seizes the opportunity to race up her arm, and huddle in the crook of the girl's neck, whimpering and making noises of discomfort and fear. Every so often there's a sharp sting as the little thing gives off a fat spark of electricity, but it's nowhere near as bad as some of the shocks that Amber had received from the decaying wiring in the vault. Other than the whimpers of the little mouse, the bell is giving off a gentle trilling, looking up at Christine gratefully. There don't seem to be any other denizens of this area nearby, or if there are, they're keeping well hidden. COMBAT OVER!
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| Robot | Dec 8 2015, 11:36 AM Post #137 |
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With things wound down again, Cecil listened to the plaintive cries of the Pichu for a moment. He rolled his tongue along his lower jaw and shifted uncomfortably, amidst the small cracking sound of static bolting to Amber. Scratching his head, he let out a long puff of a sigh and tried to casually make his way over to where the Elekid's ball lay. Picking it up, the greaser spiked it at the ground and caught it on the return bounce. The ball spilling it's contents on the ground amidst a flare of white light. "Just quiet yer little friend down alright bud." Cecil said in a low tone, shoving his hands in his pockets before awkwardly putting some distance between himself and the inevitable reunion, trying to act unconcerned with the whole thing. He lit up the smoke he'd started at the vault, and finished it to the last while leaning against the ruined cab of the truck. The Elekid looked around for a moment. "Bebe? Bebebe!?" He buzzed while he held hands near his mouth, calling through them. Pichu was hard to notice where it disappeared into Amber's hair. |
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| Dark Shadow | Dec 8 2015, 11:40 AM Post #138 |
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Reploid
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"Well," Christiine chuckles, "You certainly listen better than most of my human patients. Look, would you mind coming along with me, so I can make sure that you're all better. You do make a lovely sound..." She holds out one of the Containment Capsules for the bell, as well as scanning it with the VaultDex. Command: 12 Edited by Dark Shadow, Dec 8 2015, 11:44 AM.
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| Lockdown | Dec 8 2015, 12:11 PM Post #139 |
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I SEEE YOUUUU
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The little bell looks at the ball warily for a moment, before nodding along with your instructions and bumping the ball's sensor, getting sucked in. A moment later, your Dex beeps. Chingling, the Bell Pokemon. Psychic type. Crafted as a living ornament and decoration for temples and shrines adhering to different faiths, they gained popularity as pets for their cheerful ringing. In combat their ability to utilize high-frequency noise as a weapon has made them useful as living alarm systems and for incapacitating enemies. Synching with Pokeball. Subject using 6% of full potential. Moves known are Growl, Wrap, and Telekinesis. The Dex pauses, then emits a two-tone sound you'd never heard before. Warning, telepathic capable mon are to be handed over to Vault-Tek or Genetico for processing and handling. Any non-licensed psychic pokemon will be confiscated by the Home Guard. The mouse, hearing its friend calling, peers out from under the curtain of Amber's hair, and lets out a somewhat happy squeak. It's still looking very poorly though, the skin under its fur pale and waxen, and its gaze slightly listless. The toxins from Grimer are still obviously affecting it. |
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| Dark Shadow | Dec 8 2015, 12:49 PM Post #140 |
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Reploid
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"Telepathic? Huh... Well, I'll be..." She looks around. "Well, I guess that since we aren't exactly in a position to follow those directives, I can consider myself authorized by Skrub." She lets the Chingling out. "Here, I'll bandage you up." She grabs a bandage from in her pack, wrapping it gingerly around the bell. Can you...really understand what I think? After trying to think of a good name for the bell, she settled on, "Clement. I think I'll call you Clement, if that's all right. I remember 'the bells of Saint Clements' as a line from a song..." After that's all done with, she turns around and asks "Does anyone else need any help?" |
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