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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 23, 2014 18:04:27 GMT
Go climb the mountain, they said. There will be nice pokemon there, they said. Oh, it'll just be WONDERFUL, they said. You'll get into better shape, they said. Well, I'll say some thoughts on my mind to them whenever I see those gods damn jokers... Oleg sighed, staring down. He had not gotten too high up the mountainside yet, and he could easily turn around and simply return to his dorm, and his room, maybe watch a movie, eat some sandwiches, sleep a bit. He slowly begun his way downwards. But eh, who knows, maybe some pokemon WOULD pop up on the way down.
[No desired spawns.]
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Post by Eristotle on Jun 23, 2014 18:10:36 GMT
Wiped my nose on it.
Hope you don't mind.
Ability: Natural Cure
Gender: Female
-Moves-
Mirror Move
Fury Attack
Perish Song
Moonblast |
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 23, 2014 18:18:58 GMT
Oleg blinked as he saw a small fluffy ball of white float above him, circling him for a moment as it then landed on his head. He blinked as his hand moved to gently touch the ball of fluff, only for it to let out a faint chirp. "Swaa-blu." He adjusted his glasses as thoughts bounced in his head. Swablu. Normal flying. Usually not too afraid of humans. Lands on heads often. He then opened his eyes, nodding to himself, almost making the poor bird fall. All the time spent studying on pokemon was going to pay off for him.
Oleg slowly moved himself to face the mountainside as he sat down with a thud, gently grabbing the bird pokemon and planting it in front of him. The pokemon slightly tilted it's head, letting out another chirp as he then reached for his jacket's pocket, drawing out a small bar of chocolate as he then held it out for the pokemon. It let out a happy coo as it begun to slowly nibble on the bar. Oleg smiled to himself, watching the pokemon eat as he then reached for one of his academy balls. Once the pokemon finished eating, he then proceed to gently prod it's head with the ball.
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Post by Eristotle on Jun 23, 2014 18:24:01 GMT
Wiggle. Jiggle. Pop.
Nope!
The Swablu popped free of the ball, tilting its head slightly. You're gonna have to be an asshole and beat the shit out of it first! |
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 23, 2014 18:35:15 GMT
Oleg dangled his head, letting out a sigh as he then stood up, reaching for Walter's ball as he then let him out. Walter looked around, noticing the Swablu as he wobbled up to the bird pokemon, letting out a happy cry, gaining another happy cry as an answer. They continued this method of communication for a rather long while, Oleg tilting his head as he wondered what they were talking about. He then tapped his foot, gaining the attention of Walter. "Okay. Thunder punch." The Elekid blinked, tilting his head at his trainer as he then turned around, pulling his fist back and letting it crackle with electricity, before unleashing a full blown punch to the bird's face.
The bird pokemon let out a rather woeful chirp as it got punched in the face, rolling backwards and off the steep mountain path, only to fly back up with a furious look on it's face as it launched down into a fury attack, pecking it's beak against the elekid's face over and over again. The electric pokemon let out a annoyed cry, looking to it's trainer. "Thunder wave!"
The small child like pokemon closed its eyes, sparks erupting from it's head as it then launched them at the small bird like pokemon, the bird letting out an annoyed cry as it begun to spasm from the force of the shock. Oleg then reached for another ball, throwing it at the spasming bird.
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Post by Eristotle on Jun 23, 2014 18:44:33 GMT
Igglybuff. Jigglypuff. Wigglytuff!
Click!
You face-wrecked a bird! Good for you. Reduce your ball count by one. Wahaha. |
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 23, 2014 18:52:15 GMT
Oleg walked over, picking up the ball as he then placed it onto the belt. He would need to apologize to the swablu later... And give her a name. Maybe Marge. Or something. He then turned his head to Walter, smiling at the pokemon as he bent over slightly to give it a few taps before calling it back to his ball. He then begun his long and tenous walk down back to the base of the mountain, then turning to head for the dorm. When he finally reached his dorm, he was a tired, sweating mess. He slumped down onto the couch, grabbing the swablus ball as he then spoke to himself. "I think I'll call you Rinnie."
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