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Post by glen gregor on Oct 22, 2014 14:18:41 GMT -6
THESE ARE THE DAYS
WHEN I HATE THE WORLD
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
Mostly he really liked the name of this town. Fuchsia City. It was no wonder that they had taken this town with just the name alone. Never mind that there was some kickass Safari Zone type thing where he could go and pet all sorts of neat Pokemon, there was also a beach. Being an officer he was mostly just in charge of making sure that the grunts did their grunt work and that they didn't bother the other people that had important things to do. Important business things. His important business thing for today was sneaking into the safari zone after hours and trying to see if he could find something interesting. After all breaking the rules was something that entertained him. At most he'd probably get a slap on the wrist and then someone commenting about how he was just trying to get attention.
What they didn't know was that he was always trying to get attention, just not from who they thought. Everyone thought he was trying to rise up in the ranks and make himself known and while that was true for his record career he was really just trying to remind his brother that he had other duties besides scrubbing headquarters. Having Gio stuck at the grunt level entertained him beyond belief, especially since he was the older of the two of them. Instead of having sympathy for him though he teased him mercilessly about it. Sneaking into the safari zone was easy though, accidentally leaving a window open during guard duty and then crawling in through it after hours he was already walking around the place. If he got caught he'd just say he saw something suspicious and decided to check it out.
and Odile: 16 - water gun, water pulse, wing attack, aerial ace Beast: 11 - ember, howl, smog
Last Edit: Oct 24, 2014 21:35:25 GMT -6 by glen gregor
11 / Sturdy / brick break, rock smash, double kick
The safari zone. He had to see it with his own eyes. The actual word safari didn’t mean a lot to Ignace. He might have heard the word in passing, but he had never seen one with his own eyes prior to where he was standing currently. He hardly even had an idea of what the area was for aside from the rumors he had heard from other members of Plasma. Well, not rumors. More like information that he had not heard before and needed to confirm with his own two eyes.
It was important to note that Unova did not have a safari zone. Plenty of Plasma members could agree with the idea of protecting rare pokémon in a designated park area. However, what appalled many about the area was that opportunities to capture those same rare pokémon were still available at a price.
It was a cruel notion that had Ignace uncomfortable enough to finally check it out. This adventure was a dangerous one, however. He had gone alone and told no one so that no one else would find themselves in trouble if he was caught snooping. The territory had been claimed by Team Flare. Ignace was uncertain about Flare, as they appeared to be less about battling and more about just spreading style throughout the lands. And style was something he was equally clueless about.
His Sawk, Prosper, was already out of his pokéball and sneaking along with him. Ignace was clumsy on his own, and was always grateful that his pokémon kept him from doing anything too stupid. At least until he ran into the path of a stranger with blond hair. Ignace froze when the man came into his view. He waited for a moment for something to happen, and decided to call out when it didn’t. He never had been the type to run.
Post by glen gregor on Oct 26, 2014 9:44:01 GMT -6
THESE ARE THE DAYS
WHEN I HATE THE WORLD
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
All he'd really wanted to do was sneak around and find some cool Pokemon to pet or something. He hadn't been expecting anyone else, especially not someone from another team, to be creeping around in the area. Slightly startled he grabbed one of his Pokeballs from his belt and glanced over at the intruder. What the fuck was up with those clothes? He wasn't a member of team flare tromping around in clothes like that and if he was looking to sign up then he would need a makeover and fast. Though from the looks of him and the fact that he was sneaking around it was unlikely he was a new recruit. Letting Odile out of his ball the Ducklett primped its feathers, unconcerned about the battle that was probably about to happen. Beast probably would have been more energetic about it but the houndour was still in training on how to behave in battle. "Wearing those clothes I can tell that you're not."
and Odile: 16 - water gun, water pulse, wing attack, aerial ace Beast: 11 - ember, howl, smog
11 / Sturdy / brick break, rock smash, double kick
“Huh? My clothes?” For a moment, Ignace was genuinely confused. The confusion was written on his knitted brow as he looked over his outfit. Well, it certainly wasn’t a Flare outfit, if that’s what the other man meant. Otherwise, Ignace had no idea what was wrong with what he was wearing. He liked his blue jeans and white hoodie. They were sturdy and practical. For someone who grew up as a simple farm boy, that was all that really matter to him.
He was too clueless to even notice how better dressed the other might have been, even if he did have the vague idea of what Team Flare was all about. His attention was more focused on the man’s Ducklett. He didn’t act himself, not yet. However, his Sawk stepped forward and got in a defensive position as if he was ready to fight if necessary.
Ignace immediately waved his hands as he attempted to dismiss a battle situation. “Look, buddy, that last thing I want is any trouble. Just had to see this place for myself. Keepin’ rare pokémon here just so people can hunt ‘em down, well… Well, it ain’t right."
There was some hesitance. He was pleading to avoid conflict, perhaps, but he wasn't about to drop his convictions. He would stand by the reason he was there to begin with.
"You can’t think that this is okay either, do ya?”
Post by glen gregor on Oct 27, 2014 0:58:29 GMT -6
THESE ARE THE DAYS
WHEN I HATE THE WORLD
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little bit. After all it was clear that the man had no idea what he was doing. Both in fashion and saying that he didn't want any trouble. Obviously if he was showing up here in the middle of the night he had to expect some sort of opposition. Neither Glen nor Odile were threatened by the presence of the Sawk, especially since Odile was a flying type and had an advantage over the fighting creature. The ugly fighting creature at that. "They aren't 'hunting' them down. They come here for a chance to catch them not eat them. Plus most of the people that come here don't even get to the rare ones, their game time ends way before that." As much as he kept saying he didn't want a fight Glen really didn't care. If he was just going to waltz into their territory without thinking he'd be taught a lesson well then he was wrong. Snapping his fingers Odile jumped to attention, the blue water fowl raising up and flapping his wings, using a wing attack on the blue fighting type.
and Odile: 16 - water gun, water pulse, wing attack, aerial ace Beast: 11 - ember, howl, smog
11 / Sturdy / brick break, rock smash, double kick
“Worse than hunting then,” Ignace insisted, lowering his arms when he realized that this was not a person he could just reason with. However, that didn’t mean he would give up trying, not completely. Glen just needed a different sort of reasoning perhaps. “They’ll be caught and most likely forced into battle around these parts, yeah? I’ve got a problem with that.”
Ignace met the contradiction of battling with pokémon in an unusual way. He let his Sawk do as he pleased, because the man respected him as a partner more than just something he owned for battling. He was given Prosper, but he had never trained the Sawk. Instead, Prosper was the one who had trained him.
Glen’s finger snap of an order was uncomfortable for Ignace to even watch. His own body tensed when the Ducklett made the first attack. Prosper was hit, stumbling back upon the blow. However, the pokémon regained footing and returned with rock smash. The fight was on, leaving the uncharacteristically tense Ignace to do one thing.
He slipped the hood off his head and got into a fighting stance similar to his pokémon’s. Then, he motioned to Glen. “Alright, you wanna go, then why don’t we settle this like men. Or are you too scared to fight your battles with your own hands?”
(ooc:lololsorryignaceisadumbass but if glen wants a rap battle now is your chance to bring it up)
Post by glen gregor on Oct 29, 2014 11:28:31 GMT -6
THESE ARE THE DAYS
WHEN I HATE THE WORLD
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
Realizing it now he wondered if this guy wasn't one of those plasma nutjobs that wanted to let all Pokemon go free or whatever? He sure as hell talked like one that was for sure. It was just his luck that he was going to have to deal with someone who didn't realize that flare was here to make things look fucking fabulous and that the Pokemon they kept generally tended to agree with that. The synchronicity between Pokemon and trainer for the two of them was so great that he didn't have to use words to get what he wanted because Odile already knew what to do. "Would you prefer them out in the wild where people can poach them to extinction? This place is a safe haven for them like it or not and making it to where only the most skilled or devoted of people can get them also means that the population within the park stays regulated."
It was like trying to explain to his brother exactly why it was so important he didn't wear a shirt whenever he went to bed. Well, maybe not exactly like that since his brother wasn't a complete idiot and knew when to listen to him. Even if he did give him some flack about it beforehand. True to what seemed to be the simpleton fashion, Glen watched as the fighting type tried to essentially punch a bird. Because yeah, that was going to work. The type difference plus what seemed to be a slight level difference caused the blow to be an annoyance to Odile. The ducklett raised up into the air and sped at the blue annoyance with great speed. An aerial ace attack waiting to hit it.
and Odile: 16 - water gun, water pulse, wing attack, aerial ace Beast: 11 - ember, howl, smog
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