Gotta get that sphere [KYRIE]
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 28, 2014 20:28:03 GMT
When the loading screen had ended and the battle begun, Kyrie put her game face on. Literally. As Oleg tried to do hit-and-run sort tactics, Kyrie was bulldozing her way through the field through what she could manage to run through. Her character was more of an up close, bash people's heads in, completely with a short range blaster that acted more like a shotgun really. When the electabuzz left and came back with sweets, Kyrie thanked him quietly before going back to try and smash Oleg.
Mammon looked down at the drink, his eyes glowed for a moment before the can was opened. The good thing about psychic types, especially the nice ones; was that they did stuff for you without even moving an inch. Now if only they could fly...
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 28, 2014 20:35:47 GMT
Oleg proceeded to take a sip of his energy drink, getting blasted in the face with the shotgun once, grinning as he then returned to full attention. He had gained enough energy, his fingers moving across the controller with great speeds, suddenly building up fast and hard striking combo chains. As he depleted his meter, he returned to running around and avoiding Kyrie's character. "Hahah! You're too slow, I'd say. I've practiced with this character for as long as I have played the game!"
Walter simply let out something akin to a sigh, moving to sit ontop of the bed as he lazily stared at the two playing, smirking for some reason. Maybe he just enjoyed actually seeying his trainer have some other company than his pokemon.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 28, 2014 21:09:08 GMT
The gamer girl let out a frustrated 'argh' as her once advantage soon turned into a one-sided thrashing - with her being the one whose thrashed. "Psh, I'll get you just you wait." She just needed a moment to get used to the feel of the character, just a moment and she would obliterate him.
Mammon watched as both trainers' hands moved at what looked like blistering speeds. Sliding out of her lap to sit to her right, avoiding being in the way. Somehow it looked like getting in the middle of that would leave a worse bruise than getting smacked in the head for him. He looked to Walter with a questioning gaze that read 'are all gamers like this?'
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 28, 2014 21:16:27 GMT
Walter, honestly, did not know. He had played slightly with his trainer, but he had never seen him playing this furiously, with this intensity. Maybe it came from actually playing with someone who knew the game too. Or maybe he just liked her enough to really get into it, he did not know. Walter simply gave the espeon a shrug, signalling he had no clue.
Oleg grinned. "Oh, well, come at me then! Show me what you've got!" Oleg grinned, beginning to mash the taunt button, only to leap out of the way as the attack was coming, not noticing that he was accidentally helping Kyrie build up her power up meter slightly by each dodge.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 28, 2014 21:43:27 GMT
So the electabuzz didn't know either... The espeon's ears wilted with the news, only staring at the extreme speed of the gamers' fingers. If this was how it was on a controller, what was it like on a computer? Whoever said that humans were weak and slow were total liars. Liars that Mammon would personally throw out a window. Personally.
Oh it was so on now. Kyrie mashed her buttons every time she got close to the twitchy, dodgy freak that was Oleg's character. That pattern seemed to last for a moment until her character's power bar reached maximum. "Rage time." The girl hissed, activating the special skill. Now Oleg's character focused on pounding through combos, Kyrie's did too. Except in a much more hulkish way, charging through fire with smaller amounts of damage and larger bouts of speed like a shrunken godzilla on steroids. A creepy little 'nyahaha' chuckle left her as she had her character chase after the other, smashing into things and throwing other throwable things like barrels. Ah yes, the barrels of doom.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 28, 2014 21:54:01 GMT
Oleg let out a rather authentic "AUGH!" as Kyrie's character reached rage mode, letting out a yelp as he then begun to try and dodge, only to be pounded to the ground. He grunted, looking to Kyrie, giving her a fanged grin. "Time to show you... MY TRUE POWER!" Oleg then begun to pound the buttons with his fingers, the character suddenly speeding across the stage, slashing at Kyrie's character... Only to fall off the platform. KO. Oleg stared at the screen, his jaw gaping open. He had forgot you could fall off the stage. He just let out a few gasps in surprise.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 28, 2014 22:40:05 GMT
And that kids, is why you don't do crazy zigzags on a platform stage. Kyrie burst into laughter when Oleg managed to KO himself. "Good... job..." The girl gasped between breaths, rolling over in pain at the sight. She was laughing so hard that she couldn't even control her character anymore. She laughed so hard that she choked on her own breath. Genius Kyrie, genius. Coughing, taking a sip from the can; the girl managed to pat the guy on the shoulder. "That some mighty power you have." she giggled, breaking down into laughter once more.
Mammon was completely lost, he had never seen his trainer break down into such laughter before and quite honestly, it surprised him. He didn't even know she could do more than smile, maybe giggle a little. Safe to say the pokemon was more than a little worried when she started coughing. He pawed at her worriedly, backing off when gave him a quick pat on the head. She was still alive. Good. He didn't have to smack a someone. Satisfied, the espeon took his seat next to her once more.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 28, 2014 22:51:37 GMT
Oleg let out a disappointed sigh. He had failed. He had lost! How could this happen?! He watched in defeat as he was trashed at, laughed at. But in a way, it was the cute kind of laughter. This WAS the first time she had really laughed, and she sounded like she could laugh for a while. Oleg smiled slightly, sipping his drink before crushing the can, taking some of the sweets and enjoying them.
Walter rolled his eyes at his trainer. Arceus damnit Oleg, this was supposed to be the bro lair, not some place where you bring girls! Walter folded his arms, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 29, 2014 0:23:51 GMT
Breathing heavily from her little outburst, Kyrie managed to calm herself down, clearing her throat as she got back up into sitting position. Soon enough she was back to her usual quiet self, taking sips from her can. How long had it been since she was able to laugh to like that? Kindergarten maybe? She didn't know, all she knew was it was before the time she could remember. Her mom would be happy no doubt, even if she was technically trespassing into the boy's side of the dorm. That part was unimportant. Yeah, unimportant. Shaking her head of those more depressing thought the girl turned toward her companion. "Another round? Or are you going to throw yourself off the platform again?" She teased.
Kyrie didn't notice the electabuzz's apparent dislike of her presence, but Mammon did. The annoyed sigh turned the cat's head straight to the electric-type, eyeing him warily. Was he going to start something? He was, wasn't he? Already bristling with his protectiveness, the espeon began to glow in psychic warning; just asking for the electric to give him a reason not to throw him out the nearest window.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 29, 2014 0:34:02 GMT
"Oh, you're on." Oleg grinned, chomping down some more of the candy as he then pressed "rematch", this time browsing trough the character selection screen, picking... Oh gods no. Not that character. THAT character. You know, the one that is always so over powered he is banned from official tournaments. Oleg grinned slightly, raising his glasses as the light shone trough them. "Oh, I don't normally use him... But eh, might as well balance it out a bit."
Walter proceeded to pucker his lips slightly, raising his hands defencively as he looked at the espeon with a "Watch out we got a badass over here" look. He then spoke a few words, seemingly indicating he was more annoyed at the attention the console (and by extension Kyrie) was getting from Oleg.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 29, 2014 0:54:07 GMT
Oh so that's how he was going to go this time was it? 'God-mode' now? The girl snickered, moving through the characters, finding the fastest character on the list. Now she would've picked monster hulk except he wasn't fast. This guy was fast. "Bring it." with that she hit ready, waiting for the battle to begin. This'll be just like nightmare mode on rpgs. Perfect.
Mammon huffed, shaking his head as he powered down. He could understand the sentiments though, with how his trainer paid more attention to the screen than him. She was laughing and it wasn't because of him! Now he knew the feeling of wanting to pick on her like the ghosts, the only difference was that he merely wanted to be included or not forgotten. Being remembered was the better side of the deal.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 29, 2014 1:00:13 GMT
Oleg grinned as the match started, immidietly dashing for Kyries character, beginning to mash buttons into furious combos. The character was fast, and could hit many times in a row. Sure, he was rather weak, but he could easily stunlock his opponent, and they did never truly patch that feature out of him. All the more reason why he was the middle finger character to use anywhere, really.
Walter rose from his position, pacing back and forth as he tried to come up with ideas to get the two out from the console and to focus on something else. He then suddenly got an idea. He motioned for Mammon to follow, wobbling to the kitchen part of the room as he begun to pile up random food ingridients onto the table, before beginning to mash them up with his fists.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 29, 2014 1:28:08 GMT
There was a reason she chose a fast character. The stronger ones always meant that they were slower, how much slower; slower than the weakest. Kyrie wrestled her controller, trying to do as many hit-and-runs as she could without getting absolutely pummeled or KOed in one hit. Kill it with bug bites, that's how it worked with shooter games when you had to take on the giant colossus that just annihilated your entire city or fleet. Both usually.
As Walter got up from his spot, Mammon turned his head to face him once more. Curiosity drove him to follow after the pokemon, trotting after him lightly. He was puzzled as to why Walter had gathered food only to mash them. Then he got it. He got some of the more non-mashed food, trying to find the squishier ones like a fruits and marshmallow. If Walter was going to make the food, then he would make the drinks! Yes, he searched around for where there might be glasses. Finding some he used his famous psychic powers to squish and mash squishy ingredients into some odd conception of a 'drink'.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 29, 2014 1:39:49 GMT
Oleg swiped some sweat from his brow as he continued wailing at her. Sure, she escaped hits, but he was also slowly but surely getting enough of them to take her health down, or so he wished, anyways. He then activated his ultimate attack. It was pretty simple, really. It just raised his attack for around 20 seconds, making him hit like a tank.
Walter grinned as it then placed two plates onto the table, seemingly consisting of mashed potatoes (smashed by fire punch), some meat (also fried with fire punch) and some white ontop. Gravy of some kind? Who knows. He then proceeded to slightly zap the nearest candle with his finger, lighting the table up.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 29, 2014 2:12:52 GMT
"Nonononono - GAH!" Kyrie's hands flew up as her character got completely smashed. Bug bites worked but only the opponent didn't go all tank and monster on you. So much for that plan. She let out a huff of air, "Ah yes, death and decay. Lovely." Maybe next time she would pick a character who actually had a defense. Speed just wasn't enough...
Mammon mimicked Walter's grin with his own proud smile. Now he was no cook, let alone knew what cooked food actually looked like. He knew desserts, Kyrie ate that all the time along with other types of sweets; in fact she had never really ate real food. That made him even more proud, seeing as how his 'master pieces' were made from sweet things (he could tell by the smell).
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welcome
Welcome to Gray Garden Academy! We are a Pokemon Academy RP site set on Harmonia Island. If you are new to the site, please take the time to read the rules and other bits of information so that you can get started.
Some of the features of this RP include an easy and painless evolution system, a polished combat system, regular events and tournaments, as well as an active staff ready to help.
population
Lava
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♂ 06
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♀ 03
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Wave
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♂ 04
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♀ 05
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Nature
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♂ 03
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♀ 05
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Mana
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♂ 04
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♀ 03
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Bolt
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♂ 04
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♀ 04
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Total
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♂ 21
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♀ 20
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credits
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