TEAM BLUE: Pokemon RP: Tales from the Belvair Region

Mark jumped back. Woah! Were those wild pokemon? He pulled out his pokedex. Levels 4 and 7 huh? They could take that on. "Stay back!" Mark yelled. "I'm catching the Totodile!"

"Danny!" He shouted throwing the pokeball. "Come on out and use poison sting on the Totodile!"

V wrestled for control of the water bottle, pulling the Totodile out of the water. However, it came at the price of puncturing said bottle. At that point he heard Mark mouthin' off about getting the gator for himself.

"What, no! This one's mine don't fire that thing at --" He had to jump back to avoid maybe getting stung. Varius would have had Kongo Yawn at the monster, make the catch all that easier, but now it might get poisoned instead.

V grabbed the sloth from his back, throwing it at the Totodile. "I'm taking it, fucker ate my bottle. Kongo, use Crush Claw on that little bastard!"

"AHH!" Alice couldn't suppress her scream when Shellder came snapping at her, forcing her to take several awkward steps backwards. Varius and Mark were too preoccupied bickering over the Totodile to notice she was in trouble. So much for gentleman...

"Cleffa!" She cried, clutching the pokeball from her belt and dropping it in front of her as she continued to hop backwards. Her pink companion hopped from her ball in the blaze of white light, soon understanding the situation. Cleffa tried to pump herself up, her ears twitching and her arms folding. Regardless, Shellder had been startled by the defence; that long, lucious ponytail had looked delicious...

Quickly scanning with her pokedex, she noticed Shellder was a little bit stronger than poor Cleffa, leaving only one course of action.

"Charm it!" Alice commanded. Cleffa agreed, immediately hopping into the air lightly and twisting fully, her eyes glittering and her mouth curved into the cutest smile in all of the region upon landing.

Harry watched as the Pokemon started attacking. Mark and V were fighting over the Totodile and the girl was dealing with the Shellder. Harry watched as the Slowpoke laughed as it floated down the river towards him. "Heh. Cool. A Slowpoke. No on' ever gives Slowpoke any love anymore eh? Come on Jolty, let's get us a friend. Leech Life, now!" Harry turns up his MP3 player a bit. Enough for everyone nearby to hear the song. '...Oh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up. Oh here she comes, she's a maneater. Oh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up. Oh here she comes, she's a maneater...'

Jolty gave a small nod and let off a small spark before leaping off of Harry's chest. As she was coming down Jolty readied her fangs for some of the Slowpokes blood. "What is with ma MP3 player an' these songs? I swear this thing's got a mind o' it's own sometimes."

(Song used in post: Maneater by Daryl Hall and John Oates)

(Edit: This is my 200th post. Yay! So happy!)

At the lure of wild Pokemon, the trainers all sprung into action quite swiftly. Alice quickly stumbled back from the Shellder that had attacked her, sending out her adorably cute Cleffa to protect her. The pretty little Pokemon then managed to charm the opponent before it landed it's Tackle. But even while tumbling backwards from being hit, Cleffa was just too cute to handle, even for the Shellder who just attacked.

Over by the Totodile, two of the trainers seemed to of began a contest to see who would catch the little blue crocodile. Mark opened with his Wurple, Danny, while Varius threw in Kongo. Danny managed to land a square hit with his Poison Sting, hitting the wild Pokemon in the chest. Kongo, on the other hand, just sailed through the air and missed the Totodile completely, landing on the ground without care. Totodile, in a fit of hissing rage, scratched at Danny for revenge, but then recoiled from a poisonous pain in it's chest.

Casually, Jolty leapt through the air and landed on Slowpoke and sunk her fangs in, taking a tasty treat, though Slowpoke seemed to not care in the slightest. It just opened it's mouth, almost like it would eat the small Pokemon in one bite, but instead just let out a big Yawn, then went back to lounging. Jolty let out a cute little yawn itself, considering how soft a Slowpoke actually was as the water gently rocked the Pokemon back and forth.

Party:
- Danny - Wurple - 90%

- Kongo - Slakoth - 100%

- Cleffa - Cleffa - 90%

- Jolty - Joltik - 100%

Wild Pokemon:


Totodile - Lv. 4 - 85% POISONED!

Shellder - Lv. 7 - 100% Attack Down! Attack Down! Charmed!

Slowpoke - Lv. 4 - 85%

Alice flinched when she heard the impact; she always did. Still, she was content with the knowledge that Cleffa had sustained a weakened hit. The small fairy did tumble, but she quickly jumped back up to her feet. That shell looked very hard... Alice wasn't sure whether Cleffa was strong enough to damage it. She wouldn't allow her companion to become a punching bag, however.

"Fight back with Pound!"

Cleffa started her attack, hopping forwards with her arm reared for a slam. Alice watched carefully, for if that Shellder retreated into its shell, she was going to make sure it stayed in there with a peculiar move called Encore.

It seemed he had competition for the totodile. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Mark was disappointed, but continued on. "Danny! Use Tackle on Totodile!" Mark ordered. He pulled out a pokeball from his bag. He wouldn't throw it yet, but it looked like the time to make a capture was coming close.

Well, that happened. Kongo was just laying on his back now. V knew the look on his face. After so much hard work, he'd have to take a break. Meanwhile, the rare pokemon was poisoned.

"Yeah, good job guy, poisoned! That'll be great! Make it as hard as you can to weaken it enough! Screw it! You can take your half of the experience. I'll go beat up the clam."

He picked up Kongo. Dead weight to the max. "Here's a pair of big damn heroes, huh kid?" He said to Alice, winding up for the next throw. Kongo couldn't be assed to actually help, but maybe he'd score a good hit. V spun once, and the sloth went flying.

Harry yawned a bit as the Slowpoke yawned. Harry's eyes widened. "Shit! It used Yawn didn't it? Jolty! Use Thunder Wave 'fore ya fall asleep!" Harry fumbled with his MP3 player trying to find a loud song. "Come on. Come on. Hell March. That should work. I really should play Red Alert again. But now ain't tha time fer that." Harry removed the one ear piece from his ear and turned the volume up to max trying to keep his Joltik awake long enough to use the move. "Come on Jolty! Ya c'n do it!" Harry tried to yell over his music.

(Song mentioned in post Hell March from Command and Conquer Red Alert 1)

So, with their targets chosen, the battle against the wild Pokemon gets into full swing. Cleffa, recovering very cutely from Shellder's attack, rushes in and pounds the lovesick Pokemon on his head. Of course, instead of seeing stars, he can see cute little Cleffa's bouncing around his head, and with his head full of nothing but Cleffa, is unable to do anything else by lay there. At least until he hears the incoming lazy Slakoth come flying towards him, which he hops out of the way of, letting Kongo smack into the ground once more.

Joltik, yawning and fighting to stay awake, quickly charges with electricity and sends a wave of energy across Slowpoke's body, but then yawns once more before falling asleep on the Pokemon's stomach. Slowpoke, tilting his head at the little bug, fumbles with his arms until he manages something akin to Tackle, trying to squish it with his forearm.

Finally, Danny charges forward, determined to not be bested by the blue crocodile, and slames into him and causing him to stumble back, though he wasn't quick enough to avoid the Totodile's Scratch, raking across his face and making him tumble backwards. He would of been left open for another attack for sure, but the poison slowly seeping through Totodile kept him from landing another blow.

Party:
- Danny - Wurple - 80%

- Kongo - Slakoth - 100%

- Cleffa - Cleffa - 90%

- Jolty - Joltik - 90% ASLEEP!

Wild Pokemon:


Totodile - Lv. 4 - 70% POISONED!

Shellder - Lv. 7 - 90% Attack Down! Attack Down! Charmed!

Slowpoke - Lv. 4 - 85% PARALYZED!

V didn't really mind that the Kongo toss missed. He would have hit if the Shellder didn't dodge, so it wasn't his fault. That aside, Kongo looked ready to kind of do something. "Alright, Kongo! I know you're really busy, and I know you got a radio station to run, and I know you're very important. But I'd really like you to use Yawn, on that Shellder."

It looked like an effort, but the Slakoth managed to do it. A little puft of air could be seem exiting his mouth. Yeah, that was the kind of effort that tired Kongo out so. V readied a pokeball. "Hey, Alice, hope you don't mind if I nab the Shellder. Maybe we'll both toss and see how it works out in just a moment, yeah?"

Alice was rather shocked by the Slakoth that was thrown her way. As it tumbled and came to a stop, her and Cleffa took a moment to bask in the strangeness. Would she ever find herself in a position where throwing her pokemon would seem a good plan of action? Radio station? She thought that would have been more Harry scene...

"Oh no, go ahead." She wasn't particularly enthralled at the prospect of catching Shellder; she'd only started battling because he'd come snapping towards her. Cleffa was plenty for now. Still, the battle wasn't over. Seeing as V had 'kindly', if not bizarrely taken her place, Alice looked around. Mark seemed to be capable of handling that Totodile, but Harry on the other hand...

As she approached, Alice raised an eyebrow at the boy, who was waving an earphone at his Joltik. The spectacle was strange enough; but not quite as unorthodox as throwing your pokemon... She was more of a pop song girl herself.

"Let's get him awake... Cleffa, Aromatherapy!" With a little pip of agreement, the fairy pokemon wiggled her tail and waved her arms, a potent, perfumed aroma drifting in the air around her.

"Aw come on! Come on Jolty! Wake up!" Harry was yelling over his MP3 player trying to wake his Joltik up. Nothing seemed to work though. Harry pulled off his backpack and started digging through it looking for anything that could help.

Harry pulled out a pokeball and thought about using it. "Hm. Should I? Maybe...no then Jolty'll..." Harry looked over to the Slowpoke and his Jolty sleeping on it. Harry looked from his pokeball to the Slowpoke and back again.

"Let's get him awake... Cleffa, Aromatherapy!" Harry looked back to see the girl, Alice her name was. "Thank ya...um...Alice was it? Sorry, I'm bad wit names. Come on Jolty!"

Loud music was still blaring through the cave. Was this Harry person always listening to music? That could sounded like it could be distracting for battling. Mark shrugged. Oh well, it wasn't his problem anyways. He looked over at Danny. Danny seemed to be doing fine. Much better than that poisoned totodile anyways. He saw it recoil back in pain as the poison seeped through it's veins. Poor thing. Oh well, if he wanted to catch it, this kind of thing was necessary.

"Danny!" Mark shouted. "Tackle it again! We need to weaken it enough to catch it" And with that, Danny leaped forward as fast as his tiny wurmple legs would let him.

As the Trainers gathered their bearings after the surprise attack, it was clear the battle was turning in their favor. Shellder leaped towards Kongo, intent on tackling the dopy Slakoth square in the face. Unfortunately, and rather amazingly considering the sheer amount of apathy the Slakoth exhibited, Kongo managed to exhale a Yawn before the Shellder could connect, resulting in the Pokemon bouncing harmlessly off the Slakoth's head, landing with a hollow clack.

Meanwhile, Joltik had recovered from is slumber thanks to the adorably huggable Cleffa. With Joltik back in the fight, Harry readied himself, ready for anything the Slowpoke would throw at them.

Still eager to catch the poisoned Totodile, Mark sent his trusty partner to finish the job. Totodile readied his pain wracked form as the Wurmple coiled and sprung, its body hurlting through the air like a spear. And then...

BOOM.

Everyone in the cave, aside from the airborne Wurmple, froze instantly. The Totodile dropped its guard, startled by the resounding clap that echoed through the cave, leaving itself wide open to the incoming Tackle. The resulting critical would have brought glee to the young trainer's face, but instead, he could only watch in horror as the cave began to quake as the far wall exploded violently, revealing the gleaming body of a very, very angry Steelix. Leveling its head, the Steelix flooded the cave with an ear shattering Screech as it slammed its body against the walls. The Shellder, having been awoken from its slumbers by the entrance of the Steelix, realized the building Magnitude attack and fled into the water, eager to live to fight another day. The others were not so lucky however.
"STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!" the Steelix roared as it reared its head, before bringing its entire weight done upon the cave floor. Tremors shot forward, knocking the remaining opposition from their feet. They watched in terror from their new vantage point as the roof crumbled down upon them, burying the group in a shower of crumbling stone.

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Party:
- Danny - Wurmple - 0% FAINTED!

- Kongo - Slakoth - 0% FAINTED!

- Cleffa - Cleffa - 0% FAINTED!

- Jolty - Joltik - 0% FAINTED!

Wild Pokemon:


Totodile - Lv. 4 - 0% FAINTED!

Shellder - Lv. 7 - 90% FLED!

Slowpoke - Lv. 4 - 0% FAINTED!

Steelix - Lv. 48 - 100%

The Rocket pair stared quizzically at Gregory and his maniacal fit, before turning and eyeing each other with a look of confusion. Hal narrowed his eyes as the young trainer continued to laugh, and he could feel the pressure rise in his body.
“What is your problem you piece of shit?” he spat, insulted by the unexpected reaction to his words. “I don't have time for you kid!” Gregory held up his hand and breathed deep before finally speaking, his words trembling on the edge of laughter.
"Yo- hahaha, you CANNOT be serious. Someone who can't even be assed to catch their own Pokemon is getting onto me for being an embarrassment as a trainer?" The Rocket flinched, cut by the boys words. Hal's face contorted in rage as the two sat locked in silence. He could feel the rage building, the hate for this brat. In unison, the two trainers called out their moves. Sandshrew curled up and Hardened as Rodrick's Howl filled the silence. Seeing its chance, Rodrick sprung forward, clamping his Fire Fang down hard on the Sandshrew's arm, effectively countering the Scratch attack.

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Catherine walked briskly towards the PokeCenter, mostly to have her new found Pokemon friend check out. As she reached for the door hand, a burst of orange flashed in the corner of her eye. Turning to get a better look, she manged to catch a momentary glimpse before she felt the ground hit her body. The deafening explosion , and the sound of crushing metal and shattering glass filled the air. Naomi had seen the flying Electrode heading for Catherine, and tackled the girl to the ground. A meaty pair of hands, belonging to an equally meaty Rocket Grunt, lifted the pair off the ground. Behind the man stood the meanest looking Pokemon the girls had ever seen. Catherine could feel a squirm in her backpack, but the foul breath wafting from the Rocket's mouth overwhelmed any other thought.
“Well well well,” he grinned, “what do we have heeere?”

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The explosion shook Gregory, who turned in instinct. Hal watched in awe, while Sam saw her opportunity to strike.
“Go, Seviper!” she cried, firing her Pokeball towards Gregory. “Kill him with a Bite!” The Pokemon coiled itself as Gregory whipped back, ready to launch its fatal attack, when a mass of black crashed through the trees, landing hard on Seviper. A crimson “R” was embroidered across the bodies chest, the black outfit soaked with blood. The Rocket's stared in horror at the body, before backing away from the tree.
“D-Do you KNOW who you are fucking with?” Sam stuttered, calling into the dark of the forest.

Party:

Rodrick - Houndour - Lv. 5 – 80%

Opponents:

Sandshrew - Lv. 6 – 60%


Seviper - Lv. 6 - 100%

Catherine grimaced at the man. She found it distasteful to start a battle without warning and even more so to do a thing that threatened bodily harm. Her glare grew only more disdainful in light of his terrible, terrible breath. Too easy it was to ignore the trembling in her bag.

"Your breath..." she made a sound of quiet disgust. "Your breath could knock out a Skuntank."

It seemed to take a moment for the burly man to realize his captive was not only unafraid of him, but insulting him. After a brief second of bemused silence his expression darkened. Before he could actually do anything, though, a little green head popped out of her bag and nipped him in the nose.

He yelped in pain and let go of the girls, instead gripping his now-reddened nose as Catherine unzipped her bag to let the little creature out. The Turtwig bounded out and rubbed its head against her, either oblivious or uncaring of the oppressive air around it. The Grunt, and by extension his pokemon, seemed stunned for a moment at this total lack of fear and respect, and then very, very, angry. "H-how dare you--!" Before he could finish whatever declaration he was about to make, Turtwig decided that it didn't much like where he was going with the sentence and let loose a barrage of hard shells. It seemed to be a Seed Bomb attack...

While he raised his arms to try and protect himself Catherine went to the liberty of briefly gaining information on her newly-hatched pokemon and on the grunt's. On hers, the pokedex chimed, "Turtwig. The Tiny Leaf Pokemon. Its shell is made of soil, and photosynthesis occurs in its body."

On the more menacing opponent pokemon: "Hitmonlee, the Kicking Pokemon. Its legs can stretch or contract freely to kick distant foes."

"I'm not fucking anyone, I'm just having a bit of fun with my next meal tickets.." From the shadows appeared a lithe body, wearing a skintight black suit, with a tight black skirt that seemed to be there almost redundantly. Hanging from supple hips was a loose grey belt with sheaths and pouches all over the belt. The figure took from one pouch, a pokeball, and from a sheath, a small dagger. He sat on the branches of a tree, looking down on the fight

He called with a couple of clicks, as a small red and pale tan monster showed himself from behind the tree, with clacking claws and cries of horror and glee. The figure dropped the other pokeball from his hand, and a small blue elephant appeared next to the monster. Rozalyn grimaced with glee, made a whistle sound, as the small red lobster-like creature spawned a cloud of bubbles that floating into the mix of the battle.

Rozalyn took the dagger in her hand and flung it towards the closest rocket member, before cackling with a witch's screech. One of the greatest powers of poaching, that extends to manhunting as well, surprise then unnerving the enemy with suggestions of bloodthirsty insanity. The prey would put itself in the right place.