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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 27, 2014 1:50:38 GMT
Oleg looked around awkwardly. Oh for hells sake. He then proceeded to take off his uniform jacket, holding it out for the girl. "Wipe that on this. I can easily wash it later." He then turned his head back to Hoare, who just flopped over from the aerial ace hit, seemingly not rising up anymore as he called the bloody rock back. He then reached out to Walters ball, releasing it and ordering it quickly to just punch the damn ant as he then returned to try and calm the girl down. "It's alright. Hoare's in his ball now. Everything will be fine."
Walter, meanwhile, did as said, pulling his fists back, charging forwards in a attempt to punch the damn ant in the face with a fiery punch.
Action: Fire punch with base power of 75, 4X super effective backed up by base attack of 83. Hoare is out.
Note: Rolling for chance of burn.
3xRrQjxJ1-10
If 1, will burn.
1-10
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 27, 2014 2:06:47 GMT
She was fifteen, she really was. Behind all the teary eyed sparkliness and fear induced redness of her cheeks; Kyrie really was a teenager. She looked at the offered uniform, shaking her head before wiping her continuously bleeding nose against her own sleeve. "Mine's black." She managed to squeak out in a choked whisper. She hadn't been paying attention to the battle, not until after he said the rock monster was away. It was away, no longer out to hum and haunt her with daymares. The girl sniffed uselessly, looking up at Oleg. "Really..?" She asked in a pathetic little whimper, almost adorable if her nose wasn't gushing red.
Beezlebub was doing perfectly fine without orders, in fact he was shaking with the idea of carnage about to happen. Again, another of his prey was taken from his when he beat it down and again the yellow puncher was out. He hissed, danced a little as the creature charged at him with a Fire Punch. Unfortunately even with the power of the Occa Berry, the times four damage was just too much for the ant. Flying backward and hitting to wall on the other side of the entrance from where the two trainers were. Kyrie managed to look over to her downed ant. "Oh... I lost." Another sniffle and the girl returned the downed ant to it's ball. Oh well, not every virgin battle could be a victory. "I think... I'll go to the nurse now..." Kyrie managed in a rather embarrassed voice.
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Post by Oleg Kirrlov on Jun 27, 2014 2:10:48 GMT
Oleg called the dancing Walter back (he had seemingly begun a victory dance.) as Oleg then turned his head to the girl, a rather sad look on his face. He felt sympathy for the girl. He too probably would be rather scared of a satanic rock from hell floating around and humming threateningly. He offered his hand to the girl, doing his bet to do a comforting smile. "I think I'll come too. Help you get some space from the others if they decide to advance in on you for a jab or two." He nodded. It was the most he could do. And he did need some healing himself. He put his jacket back on, his hand still extended to the girl.
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Post by Kyrie Vyler on Jun 27, 2014 2:24:54 GMT
Kyrie nodded, pretending not notice Oleg's face of pity. Somehow she felt more awkward when she did see it. Pulling herself to her feet, keeping one hand on her nose to keep it from gushing too horribly (which was failing miserably); Kyrie took her leave from the stadium. Mammon trotted at her heel, both not looking back to see if he really did follow or not. She was a little worried about what would happen if the attention was suddenly on her while she tried to to escape the pit -er, waiting room. Well, worse case scenario she could just have Mammon toss them out of the way.
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Actually no, that was a bad idea. She'd survive a little poking and prodding... maybe. One thing that was for sure was that the girl had to pamper her poor vanillite. That was not an option, it was a mental order.
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