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[attr="class","nokibody"] ooc: speed thread! my posts will be just long enough to meet the post requirements :U
As the sun slowly sailed over the horizon, casting its final rays of sunlight through the canopies of the trees before the night took; it was dexter's time to come out and play. He hadn't done any work as a part of team rocket for a long time, meaning he was itching to get some action done. Find some poor trainer and beat him for what they're worth. If he was lucky they would have something rare for him to take, or even a shit ton of money for him to splurge on himself tonight given to them by their momies and ladies before heading off on their pokemon adventure. oh the poor saps, they were never truly prepared for what lay ahead.
with noibat flying around ahead of him, the little thing enjoyed the setting of the sun as much as its owner. quickly dotting through the branches, hanging upside-down ahead while it waited for dexter to saunter his way closer to the forest. hands in his pockets, the man was clearly comfortable. his ruby eyes glimmering in the dimming light, catching the light of the sun every now and then which set his irises a blaze. funny, i thought there would be more people out, even at this time. this is where many people started their journeys, perhaps he should have tried pallet.... but it was too crowded for his tastes. no need to attract the attention of a goody two shoed ranger to save the kid's day.
Thankfully, as he approached the forest a little more, the figure of a young trainer tickled his fancy. A smile etching across his face as he approached. i spy with my little eye, something young and sweet waiting for the big bad wolf to meet.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
Vaughn's not really in the forest so much as he is standing around it, watching his Deerling with his hands crammed in his pockets and looking very slightly bemused, like he's entertained and exhausted all at once. He'd grown up in Viridian, so he's not exactly scared to get going — well, he's not scared of trees, or bugs, or whatever, but he knows the little Pokémon would take a walk as an invitation to drag him along all night. Without any of their supplies. In the dark. Probably charging ahead a lot, too, wanting to sniff and bleat at every dangerous thing he could find, which actually is kind of terrifying, so Vaughn's giving him until the sun completely sets to work out his energy before they turn around for their last night at home.
He tilts his head when he hears — uh, a voice. He can't really make it out, but it's nearby, and Vaughn turns around and looks at... someone, he's not sure who. Probably just another trainer, just someone passing through, but he goes still and stiff, anyway. His spine feels sort of itchy at the base, too. Maybe because it's dark, maybe because he's always been a little weird about meeting new people, maybe because this guy looks a little weird himself. Whatever, something feels off, Vaughn swears. He sees Deerling from his peripherals freeze for a second before trekking over, standing next to his legs and looking just as alert as he does. Good Pokémon, indulging his paranoid delusions. "Uh... hey, man," he offers, giving Deerling a scritch round his ears in an effort to relax himself. It works, a little. "Y-you need something?" He could just be lost, or just want to talk. He doesn't know, which, come to think, is probably why he's being so neurotic.
[attr="class","nokibody"] The tall man stands just a little way from the kid, hands stuffed still in his pockets, was he holding a weapon? a ball? nothing? he let the kid think it through. the little deer came trotting over to its trainer, taking its stance beside him as loyal as any animal could. Dexter eyed the thing up and down, it didn't look strong, nor was a Deerling really that rare anyways - from Kanto yeah it was a little harder to find, but they were fairly common and easy to get. You're a trainer, right? he tilted his head a little to the left, black locks falling to the one side.
Hearing his trainer speak, the bat started on its quick journey back to dexter, and once it made it, the noibat took hold of his arm's sleeve, hooked from his hands being in his pockets and was just the right perch for a bat to hang from. turning his head, the bat was able to eye down the deer and its trainer from where he hung. the only thing i need is what you have. my guess i just popped your cheery for being the first rocket you come across. pearly whites gleamed as he gave a cheshire like grin - already confident with his noibat being the one he would choose in this battle. The thing needed the levels anyways so it could evolve. It was a little pathetic in this evolution stage, no one is really intimidated by a little bat - however, noivern was a beast that few would take on without the proper back up. get ready because here i come! gregory whirlwind, lets see if he has anything else.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
Trainer? Maybe, if walking around with Deerling and watching him pick fights with the local Pidgeys counts. It probably doesn't, though. Vaughn keeps quiet, tilting his head and looking over the Pokémon hanging off the guy's arm, obviously claiming itself as his — uh, Noibat? He thinks so. He's pretty sure, actually, since there's no way it's a Swoobat and there's not much else it can be. He could just check his Pokédex, since it's supposed to scan for everything all the time, but he's too paranoid to look away from this guy for more than even a second. Vaughn feels Deerling tense under his fingers, like the little thing is agreeing with him.
"You're a..? No, you know what, of course you are. Damnit," he mutters with a grimace. Vaughn had heard a few horror stories, even though he still, technically, lives at home and goes exactly nowhere, but you'd have to be blind, dumb, and deaf to miss all the crazy crap Team Rocket gets up to. And he had managed to find one of their grunts a hundred feet from the city. Or one had managed to find him. Didn't really matter, he guesses, because there's a Rocket picking a fight with him now. Fantastic.
Vaughn can't even think about getting them out of here before the guy's Noibat(?) is kicking up a tiny storm, but at least he manages to stay on his feet. His poor Pokémon isn't so lucky. Deerling digs into the ground, but all that does is loosen up some dirt — he's flying, falling, then landing with a soft whump! in an awkward tangle of limbs about a yard away. "You okay, bud?" he calls over his shoulder even before the winds die completely, gnawing at his bottom lip. The tiny fawn gets to his hooves a few seconds later, though, shaking some debris off his coat and looking irritated as he goes to stand by Vaughn again.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. They should bail. Bailing would be the smart thing to do. And Deerling won't let either of them walk away until they're both out cold and robbed completely blind for all ten or so dollars they have on them. Double damnit. "Please don't get yourself killed," he complains, voice just low enough to be heard. His stupid, brave fawn twitches an ear and canters forward, bracing himself as though he's guarding Vaughn from another attack... which might work, actually. Like, in the sense that they won't get totally annihilated. The Rocket's Pokémon was stronger and faster, hands down, but Deerling could be ridiculously stubborn. Maybe they could hold out until the guy got bored, then go home and lick their wounds. For a few days.
[attr="class","nokibody"] While the little bat flapped its wings as hard as it possibly could, the deer stood firm as an unmoving object in their way. There was only one conclusion that they could come up with, since he highly doubted that the ability of this deer was suction cups. something dexter had encountered with before but only with other species such as; lilieep, octilery, and inkay, along with any of their evolved forms. it was that this boy had nothing else that could have been forced into battle to replace the deer. what a shame... nothing. he sighed, obviously rather disappointed with this whole outcome. the professor didn't bother giving this one something good? shit, even a chikorita would have been worth it to be honest.
the bat shuddered under the deer's growl clearly affected by it as its attack lowered by one stage. oh don't be dramatic, it won't do anything anyways. the raven barked at his pokemon, a little annoyed that such a weak attack would do anything at all to the pathetic little bat thing he called a companion. Oh the day it evolved would be a magnificent day indeed. it would be better than the day that eve evolved into an umbreon.
when the seeds touched the bat's flesh, they sprouted and began constricting around the creature - thankfully not hindering on his movements, but still it was annoying to watch as its energy was slowly sapped away with time. finish them with an air cutter, its over. the man demanded from where he stood, if they didn't have the pokemon, then maybe the boy's parents left him with a small fortune that dexter could nab from him instead. he had to have something!
once again the little bat began to flap its fleshy wings fast, this time it didn't whip up the air around it, instead with sharp beats it launched sharp gusts of wind, cutting the ground in a delayed reaction as the air sliced toward the two. cutting anything the wind touched. it was a weak attack, thanks to noibat's low base stats, but should be effective enough to end this battle asap. please tell me you have at least something in your wallet, boy.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
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◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
