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  1. While we're changing morphs, I'd like to change Taylor's main battle morph to a jaguar, as well as give her a elephant for a secondary battle morph.
  2. Bleh, school. Maybe it'll be better in later grades, but right now I'm going into Grade 9 and all of my experience with school has been terrible. I like school when we get to do interesting things, or even just some new things, but that never seems to happen. My school is really tiny (it's a K-12 school with about three hundred students), and everything seems to happen very slowly. Math class is basically just waiting for half an hour while the teacher explains something that should have taken ten minutes (or even just repeating what he said last class), twenty minutes of punching numbers into a calculator, and then waiting for the bell to ring. Science is even worse (at least we only have it for half the year); does it really take a class to say that light moves faster in air than in water, without even saying why? Some of the school rules are really confusing as well. We're not allowed to use iPods, phones, handheld game systems, etc. Okay, fine, they don't want us to be distracted in class. There's not really any learning going on anyway, but it makes sense. So... why aren't we allowed to use them when we've completely finished our work? If I could either stare at the clock and be terribly bored or play Pokemon 'til class was over, my Math teacher last year would still take my game away. Books are allowed for some reason, though. I don't understand how re-reading Harry Potter is any better than, you know, reading science or math articles online and actually learning something, or even reading a Harry Potter e-book. Sorry about the rant. I probably shouldn't be complaining about school when it hasn't even started yet. Who knows, maybe this year will be better? ...That sounds a bit unlikely, but if it makes me feel better in the meantime I guess I'll go with it.
  3. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    The slime recoiled away from the mound of stuff that had contained the sharp thing. The thing had slashed open wounds in the inside of the slime's throat, and that wasn't the worst bit. Not only had the sharp thing cut deep into the sensitive flesh of the slime's throat, but the wounds were leaking some kind of hot, sticky liquid. It was like what had happened before, but there was more liquid this time. The liquid was also filling the slime's throat, choking it and trying to flow down the slime's airway. Panicked, the slime tried to swallow or cough up as much of the liquid as it could, but the liquid just seemed to keep coming. It stopped soon enough, but the remaining liquid took awhile to clear from the slime's throat. When the itchiness of the liquid had finally been washed away, the slime noticed a strange taste. It was... hm. It wasn't from the liquid - that had tasted of large creatures. It was seemed odd that something that came from the slime itself would taste like other things, but that wasn't what the slime was focusing on now. There was a strange, itchy feeling on the roof of the slime's mouth, like something was growing. The slime started to ignore it, deeming it useless like most other new growing things. It didn't feel much different, so it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. The slime liked that kind of simplicity. Besides, there were much more important issues than the strange taste and the useless new thing. The slime was still starving, and having to heal the throat wounds hadn't helped. Wary, the slime stepped back towards the mountain. It was worried about grabbing another sharp thing, but it didn't have much of a choice. Before reaching out and grabbing something, it absentmindedly flicked its wet-getting thing out and pressed it against the new thing at the roof of its mouth. A new sense! Strange, yet very familiar. It was very similar to taste, and yet it wasn't, not quite. More faded, maybe, yet vibrant all the same. It seemed to to be long ranged, like the slime's first new sense. Maybe it was a long-ranged form of taste? Oh, and the things that the new sense was revealing! There was so many different things around. Metallic things, rotten things, sweet things, anything. It was hard to tell where anything was, though. It was all muddled at strange, not clear like any of the other senses. It was most comparable to the first new sense, but even that one was clearer than this. The slime flicked its wet-getter out again, and then reached for what seemed to be some kind of food. It was soggy and mushy, and a bit rotten. It didn't have any sharp things in it that the slime could tell, so it would have to do. ((Appearance update: Delta has a mostly complete lizard skeleton, plus claws. Along its spine is a row of rose thorns, and grown on its tail is a fin. It has a layer of muscles now, which are visible but not exposed because Delta is sort of using a layer of slime as a temporary skin. So, pretty skinny and stretched out, instead of being blob-shaped.))
  4. Taylor listened (was it really listening?) and watched everything in a daze. The alien requested that someone run into his ship and retrieve a blue box. With the urgency in his voice, Taylor took a small step forward. It was the most that she had managed since the incident had started, but her fear and worry kept her from continuing. Why? What would the alien need a blue box for? Something was probably inside it, but... She didn't need to enter the ship, anyway. After a reminder from the alien, Lauren ran forward and into the ship. "Don't," Taylor tried to say, but it came out as barely a whisper. It sounded feeble, and even she could barely hear it. She didn't even know if she meant it. Maybe everything seemed like it was dangerous, and it was, but the alien seemed sincere about not wanting to hurt them. He didn't even have a reason to want to hurt them, and Taylor felt like he was telling the truth about the Yeerks. Lauren would be fine, Taylor was almost sure. When Lauren did some out of the ship (safe and unharmed, of course) and handed the cube to the alien, it began to glow. That surprised Taylor. It almost seemed mundane, the simple glowing, but she had expected the box to contain something. What was the use of a glowing cube? It obviously wasn't just a fancy glow stick. She had never seen anything like it before, and hadn't a clue what it would do. The cube wouldn't have looked out of place in a Doctor Who storyline. The alien explained. Supposedly, the cube would give them the power to 'morph'- to turn into any animal. That seemed absurd. How would such a thing even work without killing them? How could the alien know if the cube would work on humans? Where would the extra mass come from, or go if they morphed in a smaller creature? How could a simple glowing cube give someone superpowers? It barely even felt worth considering, and that was before the alien mentioned dangers with it. And the others were agreeing. "I- I- no." There was a shaky sort of laugh in her voice, making her sound hysterical. Perhaps she was. "This doesn't make any sense. You- you can't just say that there are dangers without explaining." None of this was fair. She had never expected the universe to be fair, but this was ridiculous. Maybe the others would just throw away their lives and accept something like this without protest, but she didn't want to. Everything about the alien's tone suggested urgency, something that she really didn't like. This didn't give her any time to properly decide, to weigh the pros and cons. She just couldn't accept the alien's offer. Yet... how could she not? The Yeerks were coming to take over the world. That, at least, had been clear, and the red streaks in the sky reinforced that. She doubted that she would be able to forgive herself if she could have helped, but didn't. In a way, wouldn't that make it her fault? It's not fair, she repeated to herself. When was it ever? "Promise me that it won't hurt me directly," she pleaded. <I promise.> He looked directly at her. <It is okay to stay safe and reject this, but make your decision now.> Taylor squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them and walked forward until she was close enough to place her hand on the cube. This might have been something that she would regret later, but if she couldn't help she could just back out, right? Receiving this 'morphing' power wouldn't hurt her, so she could just never use it.
  5. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    ((Hey Viirin, did you miss my last post? It's right before the second-last post that you made.))
  6. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    ((How big is my slime? I'd like it to be about a foot long from nose to tail tip, and not larger, if that's alright.)) The new, good stuff was strange. The slime had difficulty telling if it was an organic or not- it was hard and sticky, but it sort of tasted like it was organic (or maybe not?). The flavor was mostly sweet, but there was something off about it. It wasn't like small skittering things, or crumbling dry things, or large things, or anything else that the slime had tasted before. The slime was very interested in the new thing, even if it wasn't quite organic. It still wasn't sure about that, either. The round thing was a mystery, and even if the slime didn't understand such things it was still curious. It reached down and poked through the flimsy stuff to better reach the thing, then swallowed it. The slime eagerly poked around for more of the things, but couldn't find any. That was disappointing. The round thing had been small, and the slime wanted more to try to figure out what the odd taste had been. Instead, the slime bit off and swallowed pieces of the flimsy, soggy stuff that it had found the round thing in. There was some sticky residue from the round thing stuck to the flimsy stuff, but the stuff itself didn't taste very good. It was a bit waxy. All around the slime's internal hard things, the slime started to feel something growing. They started thin and stringy, but as enough of them grew they became thick masses. The things replaced slime where they grew, and most of them were on the slime's limbs. However, the slime could still feel a thin layer of slime over the new things that still allowed it to taste. The new things didn't seem to be bad, but after they grew the slime felt starving. It had been quite exhausting to grow them, and they were fairly large. The slime lunged towards the mountain that it had fallen down, looking for the first thing that it could find and eat. The slime hadn't expected to be flung so far, however. With the new things, the slime's limbs had extra power, so what should have been a gentle leap sent the slime crashing into the mountain. The impact hurt a bit, but the slime was more hungry than hurt. It reached out with its mouth to grab something, and found something sharp instead of food. It was thin and jagged, as well as hard and smooth. It definitely wasn't organic, but the slime was so hungry that it didn't really care. It tried to swallow the thing anyway, but that didn't go very well. The thing cut the slime on the way down, and left the slime in pain. ((The slime grew muscles.))
  7. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    Even when most of the buzzing things had been eaten or had left, one or two of the them remained and attacked the slime again. Though the initial feeling of being stabbed seem to leave quickly- the wounds that the horrible buzzing things had inflicted must have closed- the slime soon realized that that wasn't the end of it. Spreading from the points where it had been stabbed came hot waves of pain that nearly caused the slime to curl up into a ball. Instead, it decided to flee. Perhaps 'decided' wasn't the best word, for the slime didn't really make much of a decision. It acted on instinct, trying to put as much distance between the remaining buzzing things and itself. After everything, the spreading pain was just too much. Unfortunately for the slime, things didn't go quite as well as it assumed that they would. It attempted to crawl over a mountain of stuff, but the mountain shifted under the slime's weight. Instead of scrambling to the top of the pile, the slime slipped. One of its feet slid out from under it, and the slime tumbled down the mountain. It tried to use its claws to stop its fall, but to no avail. As it fell back down to the bottom of the mountain sharp bits of hard things dug into the slime. They scraped the side of the slime, leaving shallow grooves. It felt as if liquid was seeping from the grooves, and the slime didn't like that for some reason. It didn't know why, but the liquid falling away was a bad thing. The slime didn't question it, and the flow soon stopped. The slime didn't seem to have fallen right back to where it had been chased away by the buzzing things. It was glad about that, but it was more focused on all of the pain. The spreading pain seemed to be almost gone, but the scraping pain was still there. It was fading as well, though, so the slime tried to ignore it. The pain had already been dealt, so there was nothing to run from. Besides, running hadn't worked out before. Few things seemed to work out well, and running wasn't one of the those things that had.
  8. Taylor walked slowly along with Andrew and Simon. While she wanted to get home quickly, she didn't want to leave them behind. Hadn't they agreed to stick together? Lauren and Roderick obviously hadn't remembered. They, of course, decided to climb over the fence instead of being sensible and just walking through the gate. Show-offs. She reached the gate and walked through. Poor Roderick and Lauren- they looked bored. It was their own fault for running ahead when they shouldn't have. Taylor was distracted from her thoughts when Lauren shouted. What was it now? Though, she couldn't really feel annoyed. Lauren did sound like she was shocked, like there was something worth looking at. Taylor looked up. It was a bright streak of blue. She paused, wondering what it could be. It was unlike anything that she had seen before. It wasn't like a meteorite, or a plane, or a balloon. No, none of those at all. At first it most resembled a meteorite, but meteorites weren't blue and faded. Instead, the blue thing seemed to be slowing down and getting... closer? As it got nearer, Taylor squinted against light and dust that was being kicked up by the object. Before she could figure out was it was, besides that it was about the size of a school bus, the dust flying around became too much and she had to turn her face towards ground. When the dust settled, she rubbed her eyes and stared at... whatever it was. Her first thought was that it looked somewhat like some sort of spaceship from a children's cartoon, but that wasn't right at all. For one thing, there was a deadly-looking, hooked thing sticking out of the back end of the object. A children's cartoon wouldn't have something that looked so much like a weapon. It also couldn't be a spaceship because alien spaceships couldn't exist. At least, they didn't land in the middle of abandoned construction sites without contacting people first. Taylor wasn't the sort to believe in government conspiracies, so she didn't think that the government would know about aliens and not tell everyone. What could it be, then? Taylor tried to think of something, but her mind was horribly blank. She could only think of the silliest ideas. A prank. An X-Files-like government test. Any other ideas that she might have had were stopped by the sight of Simon walking towards the object. What was the idiot doing? It could be dangerous, they had no idea what it was... She tried to tell him to stop, but the words caught in her throat. <Hello.> It was like a calm, masculine voice, but she wasn't hearing it. Instead, it was rather like what she would have expected telepathy to 'sound' like. Sort of echo-y and reverberating, but perfectly clear and easy to understand. This, of course, shocked Taylor enough that she didn't quite pay attention to what Simon said next. It was something about asking the alien to come out of the ship and not attacking it. None... none of this was possible. Probable. Not spaceships, or aliens, or telepathy. It just didn't happen, not in her nice, normal life. Right? Things got much worse when the alien stepped out of the spaceship. She couldn't deny it any longer; the object was a spaceship. The creature - person - that stepped out of the ship was so obviously alien, yet its - his - torso was strangely human-like. His head, however, wasn't very human-like at all. It almost fell into the uncanny valley, thought maybe not quite. He lacked a mouth or proper nose, instead having three narrow slits where a nose could have been. Perhaps they were nostrils of some sort. Two of his eyes were the most normal part of his face, except for being an unnatural shade of green. His other two eyes, however, were the most abnormal. They stood high on roving, twisting stalks. Below his torso, he almost looked like some sort of blue-and-tan deer, or perhaps a light horse. The overall effect made him look quite a bit like a centaur, if such a thing existed. Unlike a centaur or deer, however, he had a long, thick tail. At its tip was a huge, scythe-like blade. It glittered in the blue light from the ship, and caught Taylor's eyes. If she needed any confirmation that the alien was dangerous, that was it. Suddenly, the alien collapsed and Simon ran forward to help him. Andrew walked towards him as well, but Taylor stayed rooted to the spot. She didn't feel like she could have moved even if she had wanted to, and she didn't want to get closer to that tail. The alien looked like he needed help, but she didn't even know if it would be possible to help an alien. The alien explained that he was going to die, and that something called the Yeerks were coming to destroy them. It was amazing that someone could be so sure of his own death, to say that so calmly. Taylor's mouth was dry and her mind was still reeling, but she found the courage to speak. "Why?" Her voice came out cracked and scared. "Why?" she tried again, now sounding more normal but no less scared. "Why would they be coming to destroy us?" These 'Yeerks' needed to have a motive. Taylor didn't think that she could take it if they were just coming to attack them for no reason. <The Yeerks are parasites. They are helpless without hosts, so they have come to Earth to enslave all humans and kill those that stand in their way. You must stop them.>
  9. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    The bumping things contacted the slime for very brief amounts of time before zipping away. However, they made soft, buzzing noises, so the slime knew that they weren't just disappearing into nothingness. The short moments when the bumping things touched the slime didn't give the slime much information, but it felt that they were probably organic. Maybe? This was hard. Inorganic things didn't usually move, though, so the slime was pretty sure that they were organic. The slime would have easily captured the things on its surface, but the tubes running through it made that impossible. The slime was annoyed by this, but there wasn't much it could do. How could it capture the things? It didn't know. The wriggly things forgotten, the slime tried lunging towards the sound from one of the bumping things. Unfortunately for the slime, it was too slow. The bumping thing seemed to buzz away from the slime. How did it do that? It was so fast! It tried to swipe another buzzing thing with one of its feet, but the same thing happened again. This was irritating, but the slime really wanted to catch one of the bumping things. They could be new and interesting, and the slime wasn't smart enough to give up. Before the slime could eventually catch one, however, something washed over it. It was wet, and fortunately it wasn't rancid. However, the slime noticed something horrible about this huge amount of wet. It filled the slime's air-getting tube and its hollow-things. That, apparently, was bad. It was horribly painful, and caused the slime to panic. It was worse than the time when the slime had thought that it would starve. This was much more immediate- the idea that it would never fill its hollow-things with air again. That was odd. The slime had done fine without its hollow-things before, but now they seemed to be essential. It couldn't dwell on such things now, though. It contracted its hollow-things, coughing up wet. Spluttering, the slime struggled to recover from the wet. Before it had gotten rid of all of the wet stuck in its hollow-things, it noticed something else hurting it. It was pokey, and seemed to be some kind of creature. The hurt left quickly, but being hurt at all wasn't pleasant. Frantically, the slime reached around and ate as many of the things as it could. Still more poked it, but eating something new was calming.
  10. Pokemon Diamond, I think. At least, that was the first video game that I bought for my DS.
  11. When she was alone, Taylor never went through the abandoned construction site. However small, there was still the chance of being attacked, which was something that she liked to avoid. Besides, biking around didn't take too much longer, and it was easier and much safer to run on the sidewalks. The broken beer bottles and pieces of old building material jutting up from the ground had a tendency to trip runners, making it easy to fall and cut their hands open. She assumed so, at least, having never had the decidedly unpleasant experience of tripping in the construction site. If she was walking home from the mall with her friends, however, she didn't mind. As Andrew had said, being attacked wasn't such a problem when you were in groups. Besides that, all of the other dangers were pretty easy to avoid. Watch where you were stepping and you probably wouldn't trip. Simple. While she valued Simon's cautiousness, perhaps he was now taking it a bit too far. They all wanted to get home, after all, and sooner was better than later. Her parents didn't mind if she went through the construction site with a group, though they encouraged her to stay out of it if it was late at night or if she was alone. They trusted her to make responsible decisions, and she intended to make sure that she didn't abuse their trust. If she continued to prove that she was trustworthy, then she got more privileges. It was something that Elise didn't seem to get. Roderick... he was a football player, wasn't he? Kind of a jerk and bully, if Taylor remembered correctly. Not the nicest person to be around. Roderick coming along wasn't an idea that she liked, but things could be worse. From experience, she had found that arguing with Lauren was... difficult. Both of them were stubborn, so arguments didn't usually end very easily. Taylor usually ended up thinking that she had won, but she suspected that Lauren did as well. Taylor continued to try arguing with her, of course, but this didn't seem to be worth speaking up against. Roderick had every right to walk through the construction site with them, even if it ended up annoying her. If he ended up being trouble somehow, then Taylor would try to make sure that he left. "Let's go, then. Don't worry, Simon. We'll all stick together, and no one will do anything stupid." The last bit was said with a pointed glare to Lauren. She was the only one who would do anything that could get them into trouble, besides Roderick. Taylor didn't really know him that well, though.
  12. "Yes!" Lisa exclaimed when she saw that the capture was successful. Her very own pokemon! She had had Feeble before, but this seemed more... real. Feeble had just been given to her, and he seemed pretty useless so far. Charmander had been captured, and she hadn't even weakened him first. She had just offered him food, and then he allowed himself to be captured. Would it always be that easy? Probably not, but she could do it. Maybe she could stop Team Rocket as well. What? No. That was a crazy idea. Team Rocket was huge and spread out across the regions. Perhaps she could annoy them, but even that wasn't likely to happen. For now, it would be best if she just stuck to not being captured. Her Charmander was adorable, and maybe Feeble wasn't so bad (even if he was extremely ugly). "Feeb," the fish said dully. With a bit of concern, Lisa stepped over to him. She picked him up- he was pretty heavy, actually- and checked him for any wounds or injuries from crashing into the ground. She couldn't find any, and decided that he was probably fine, if a bit bruised. Maybe she could try ordering him to use Tackle again. If he failed again, well, she would have to find some way of making him evolve before she used him in battle. "Feeble, Tackle!" she said, pointing to the tree again. As he had before, Feebas leaped into the air towards the tree. Instead of hitting it or crashing to the ground in a spray of gravel, he missed by about two feet. He was doing better, at least, so he probably could learn. While Feeble was resting from his attack, Lisa sent Char (that would be his new nickname; why not?) out of his pokeball. "Char!" he said, excited to see her. He picked up the oran berry that had dropped to the ground and took a large bite out of it. He seemed to like the berry. The Charmander waddled over to Feeble and handed him the rest of the berry. "Char?" Feeble took the berry and chewed it slowly. Lisa smiled, happy to see her pokemon getting along so well. Char liked Feeble, at least; Feeble didn't seem to react to anything much except commands. "Char, use Tackle!" she said, pointing at the tree. Char stared at her blankly. Okay, so Charmander couldn't learn Tackle. "Pound? Scratch?" With the last command, Char ran at the tree. His claws glowed white, and he slashed at the bark of the tree. White trails of light followed his claws, and deep slash marks were left in the bark of the tree.
  13. "Ah!" Lisa shrieked. Unprepared for the small pokemon to try hugging her, she lost her balance. Her arms flailed around in the air for a second, but the pokemon clutching her legs prevented her from regaining her balance. She fell to the ground, laughing. She hadn't expected the pokemon to be so enthusiastic and friendly! "Here you go," she said, handing the oran berry to the Charmander. It was very cute, much more so than the ugly fish that sat nearby. "Feeb," the fish said dully. Perhaps the Feebas could evolve later. It had at least attempted to use Tackle, hadn't it? Maybe it was just learning. Having two usable pokemon would be helpful, because Charmander was obviously just a baby. He wouldn't be very strong in battle, even if he was adorable. She had no idea how Feeble would be able to evolve, though; most pokemon evolved through time and getting stronger, but others needed evolutionary stones or other things. If it did require an evolutionary stone, then she wouldn't easily be able to get one. Team Rocket had taken them all, and they weren't exactly legal to own. Their only use was evolving pokemon, and if someone did manage to have a pokemon then Team Rocket didn't want them to be getting stronger. In any case, Lisa didn't want to pay much attention to the Feebas right now. "I'm just going to put you into this pokeball, okay?" she said, picking up the pokeball from where it had fallen. In a flash of red light, the Charmander turned into energy and was enclosed inside the pokeball. The pokeball began to shake. I hope that this works...
  14. Lisa didn't really know what to do. She would capture the Charmander, but that didn't seem like it would be the easiest thing to do if she couldn't fight the fire lizard. How timid were those things? For now it just seemed curious, but maybe it would flee if she tried throwing a pokeball at it. If it fled, then she probably wouldn't be able to catch up to it. For one thing, she would have to recall Feeble to prevent the fish from being eaten by a Pidgeotto or something. For another, the baby Charmander was much smaller than her. It would be able to run through small spaces in the undergrowth while branches caught on Lisa's clothes and slowed her down. Well, she had to at least try to capture it, didn't she? She reached into her bag to grab one of the pokeballs that the Rocket grunt had dropped, but her hand brushed against the bumpy skin of an oran berry instead. Perfect! She held out the berry to the Charmander, hoping that it would walk towards her. With her other hand she dug into her bag, brushing past another berry to find a pokeball.
  15. Lisa hoped that Feeble was alright, but she was worried about scaring off the Charmander by running up to check on him. Truth be told, the fire-type had taken up most of her attention since it stepped into view. From what she knew, Charmander were rare, and much cooler than Feebas. They would be able to actually attack, and could evolve into the flying Charizard. She felt a twinge of guilt about this- Feeble was, after all, her responsibility- but he'd probably be alright. Feeble struggled a bit, but managed to get up. It seemed to be okay; it didn't have any visible scrapes or bruises, anyway. Lisa didn't tell it to attack again, in part because she was afraid of another horrible fail and in part because she didn't want to scare off the Charmander. She moved slowly, and spoke softly. "Hey, Charmander," she said, hoping that it would take notice of her in a way that wasn't running or becoming aggressive. It was ignoring her, for now, but maybe she could become friends with it? She didn't know much about pokemon training, but she knew that you needed to weaken the pokemon before capturing it. That wouldn't work too well without any usable pokemon of her own. Perhaps it would be easier to capture a pokemon if it was friendly? It seemed to be a nice pokemon, just judging by how it was encouraging Feeble.
  16. Lisa rode her bike down to Route 7. She needed to find the girl from yesterday again, but she didn't know where to find her. Celadon City was a big place, and she didn't even know if the girl lived there. Heck, she didn't even know her name. Anyway, first she wanted to see if Feeble could do... anything. Anything at all, besides sitting on the ground. So, there she was. The route had forests on either side where she and Feeble would be hidden, and it was on the way to Celadon City. It was a pretty high-traffic route, but the forests were thick and she could go deep enough into them that no one would be able to see or hear her. It was the best she would be able to get. Nervously, she glanced around before digging in her backpack for the shimmering pokeball. She found it quickly, and slowly pulled it out of the bag. She almost expected someone to say, 'Hey, you!', but no one did. Was this really such a good idea? It didn't matter, she decided. She had already chosen to keep Feeble, and she wasn't going to back down now. If she didn't train him now, then she wouldn't be able to use him to defend herself if she did get caught. Not that she would be able to defend herself against all of Team Rocket no matter how hard she trained, but a trained Feebas would surely be more helpful than an untrained one. She sent Feeble out of his pokeball, then stuff the ball back into her bag. In a flash of light, the shabby fish was sitting there. His scales were just as dull and brown as she remembered, and he stared with wide, blank eyes. "Feeble, attack!" she said, pointed to a tree. The Feebas flopped uselessly in place. Lisa shut her eyes in frustration. He couldn't even attack a stupid tree. Maybe if she told him to use a specific move, then he would attack? 'Tackle' was a pretty basic move, wasn't it? Feebas could probably learn it. It was a ridiculously basic move, one that just involved hitting the target. If Feeble couldn't do that, then she might as well just hand him over to Team Rocket. "Feeble, tackle!" The fish leaped into the air, seemed to be flying towards the tree... and nosedived into the ground in a shower of gravel and dirt.
  17. Lisa sighed. Why wouldn't Team Rocket be after her as well? She had been spotted with a pokemon, and thus they would be after her. It was a useless pokemon that couldn't threaten them at all, but Lisa doubted that they would care about that. They couldn't let someone get away with having a pokemon; if they did, then others might think that they could get away with it. It was all about image. She turned her attention to the pokeball and two oran berries that remained on the ground. It was odd that the other girl had left them there. If she had been a rogue trainer, then wouldn't she have taken them? She must have noticed that they were there, if only from Lisa drawing attention to them by picking the other items up. Unless the other girl wasn't a rogue trainer at all? No, that didn't make sense. She wasn't with Team Rocket, and she had a pokemon. Maybe she was delivering the pokemon somewhere? The Ralts had left its pokeball on its own, after all, without the other girl sending it out. It could be that she didn't want to be a trainer at all. No, that didn't work either. If she was involved in black market stuff like smuggling pokemon she probably would have taken the items anyway, because even if she didn't want to use them they could be sold. Unless... what if the girl had recently been given that Ralts by the woman in white and gold? Why would the woman do something like that, though? Give someone a completely useless pokemon and give someone else something that could actually attack? Lisa had assumed that giving away a Feebas had been a joke, but maybe not. Or, the joke was that she got a Feebas and someone else had gotten a Ralts. Hilarious. She put the items into her bag, and started to walk towards the pokemon center that she had seen the other girl head to. If she had been given a pokemon by the woman, then Lisa needed to talk to her. However, before she could get into the pokemon center she caught sight of a member of Team Rocket who was followed by a Gastly. Her eyes widened in shock and she took a step back before she fought to get her expression under control. She wasn't sure that she was succeeding, which was bad. If that Team Rocket person had her description, then Feebas would be taken away at the very least. If not, then acting strange would catch his attention. Trying to act normal, she continued walking towards the pokemon center.
  18. Well, I've been absolutely useless, Lisa thought. So far she had managed to reveal that she had a pokemon, get hit by two attacks, and send out the most useless pokemon ever. Well, maybe Magikarp was more useless. It was more famous, anyway, and at least it was prettier than Feebas. She had heard somewhere that Feebas could evolve into something useful (Mi-something-tic?), but couldn't remember how. You heard a lot more about Magikarp and Gyarados because Magikarp were everywhere and wild Gyarados were dangerous, and Mi-something-tic wasn't any more dangerous than the average pokemon. "Deal," she said, hurriedly scrambling to her feet and recalling the feeble pokemon. She started to reach over her shoulder to open her bag with her left arm, but then winced and stopped. Instead, she shrugged her backpack off and opened it normally, shoving the pokeball inside and quickly zipping it shut before putting her bag back on. The pokeball safely hidden from anyone else, she turned her head to examine the wound. It wasn't bleeding, but there were small bits of gravel caught in it. As she looked, she spoke. "The Team Rocket grunt got away, though. Do you really think that he'll ignore us? I doubt it." Why did this girl have a pokemon, anyway? She couldn't be a member of Team Rocket, because she wasn't wearing the uniform and had been fighting a grunt. She also hadn't acted like a member of Team Rocket. Was she a rogue trainer? Glancing down at the loot that the grunt had dropped, she considered taking it. Half of it, anyway. She didn't exactly deserve it, having been absolutely useless in the fight, but it would help. The other girl was ignoring it. The pokeball could allow her to capture an actually useful pokemon, and the oran berries were healing... No, stop it. Bad ideas, very bad ideas. She could just hand over the Feebas to Team Rocket and explain that there had been a mistake, couldn't she? After all, the fish had been given to her by some stranger. She didn't ask for it. As for attacking the grunt... an accident. Really. On the other hand, it would be really, really fun to become a rogue trainer. Maybe she wouldn't get very far, but what else was she doing with her life? Maybe she'd manage to get some dull office job. Yeah, that wouldn't be fun. She took a pokeball and two oran berries, leaving the rest for the other girl.
  19. ((Well, I can tell you that Feebas won't be much help. At all.)) The Water Gun hit Lisa in the chest, knocking her to the ground. She rolled across the ground, scraping her left arm. Pain shot through it- the wound seemed to just be a scrape, but it hurt. Just after she fell to the ground, the Thundershock hit her. It was a weak move from a weak pokemon, but it still hurt. The package skittered, falling open and revealing something round that glimmered in the light. Groaning, she pushed herself into a kneeling position, clutching her left arm. Water dripped into her eyes, obscuring her vision, but as she looked to where the package had fallen she could still see that it was a pokeball. Blinking in both surprise and in an attempt to get water out of her eyes, she let go of her arm and reached for the pokeball. She couldn't hide it now; both the Rocket grunt and the girl that she had been trying to help must have seen it. . Things were very bad. Okay, she had dreamed of having a pokemon for ages, but now was not the time to reveal that she had a pokeball. Was there even a pokemon in the ball? If not... Actually, even if there was a pokemon in the ball she was dead. If she managed to fight off the grunt, then he'd tell later. Well, now she didn't have much of a choice. She tossed the pokeball to the ground, and out popped... a shabby fish. She blinked in shock. A Feebas? Was this some kind of a joke from the woman? Things were even worse than they had been before, now. From what she had heard, Feebas was pretty much the most useless pokemon.
  20. ((I just realized that I kept calling Lisa 'Lily' in her form. *facepalm*)) Lisa pedaled her silver bike west along Route 7, on her way to Celadon City. She didn't really have much of a reason- she was unemployed, after all. Really, she was just bored and wanted to get out of Saffron City. Maybe she'd get some lemonade at the vending machines in the department store. Not that there was much else at the department store, now, but the lemonade was still good. She slowed her bike as she reached the gate, then got off and started to walk. It turned out that the Team Rocket grunts who guarded the gates didn't like it when you sped through at top speed. Other people walking through the gate probably didn't like it either, come to think of it. In any case, Lisa didn't like people telling her what to do, but, well... after being shocked by electric-types several times you sort of had to learn. It wasn't a pleasant experience, being shocked, so now Lisa walked her bike. Today, however, something was different. A woman, wearing white and gold, was standing in the gate. She held out a small package to Lisa. Perplexed, Lisa held out her hand and took it. She looked down at the package, wondering why the woman had given it to her. A delivery of some sort? Sent by whom? Lisa had never seen the woman before in her life, not that she could remember at least, and she wasn't expecting any packages. If someone wanted to give her something they would have sent it to her parents' house, anyway. Was the woman just wandering around and handing out the packages to random people? Hopefully it wasn't dangerous. "Wha-" Lisa started, looking up. The woman was gone. Lisa hurried outside, looking around for the woman. She hadn't passed her in the gate, had she? She was distracted from her search by a flash of light. A Pichu was shocking both a Rocket grunt and non-Rocket person. It would probably get her in trouble, but she had to help. She climbed back onto her bike, holding the package between her handlebars and her hand (fortunately the package was rigid), and pedaled as hard and she could towards them. "Hey!" she yelled. She didn't have a plan, exactly, but... she'd think of something.
  21. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    ((I sent you a request for information and a Sebright chicken pattern awhile ago. I already received the information.)) Now that the two (two! Two new things didn't usually grow at once) new things had grown, the slime felt hungry. It wanted to grow some more useful things soon. Most things, like the two new things that it had grown now, were useless. One of didn't even seem to have a function, and the other? It did seem to have a function, but the concept of it was foreign to the slime. Helping other creatures? Why would it want to do that? Creatures were either food or threats, not something that the slime wanted to 'help' or keep alive. It would be counterproductive and harm the slime itself, which was the last thing the slime wanted. Fortunately for the slime, it found a bunch of small, fat, wriggling things squirming in... something. Something rancid, anyway. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. The wriggling things themselves were organic, and tasty. It seemed like it had been awhile since the slime had eaten anything that was organic and not rancid. It was refreshing. The slime greedily grabbed and swallowed the wriggly things, poking around with its feet to find more. There were so many of them! They were tiny, though, which made it annoying to have to pick each one up.
  22. The soft beeping of Natasha's alarm clock woke her up. It was 6:15, the time that she always woke up at. Immediately alert, she stepped out of bed and flicked the switch on the clock to turn off the alarm. She got dressed in jeans, a white shirt, and a black cardigan, then brushed her teeth and ran a wide-tooth comb through her hair. A knife, hidden mostly hidden by the long cardigan, was strapped to her hip. When she was finished, she started to head down to the kitchen to find some breakfast. Before she could get there, however, she almost ran into Bruce turning around the corner. She could immediately tell that something was wrong by looking at his face. "What's going on?" she asked, frowning slightly. Finding out what the problem was, and finding out quickly, was essential. She didn't have any weapons with her, aside from the knife, so she'd probably have to grab those. Even if it wasn't currently a combat situation, she could end up in a fight. ((I'm sorry, this post is terrible and short and late.))
  23. Zor

    Azure Wyrm

    The slime shifted uncomfortably. Everything hurt so much. Well, not everything, but the things it remembered the most had hurt it. It didn't know what was going on with its new wet-getting thing, but that concern was secondary to the pain. Trying to take its mind off of the pain, the slime turned to bite something else. Unfortunately, this hurt too! Well, it didn't quite hurt. The stuff wasn't quite furry, more fluffy. The fluff was itchy, sort of, and little bits of it seemed to stab the slime's wet-getting thing. It was an odd feeling. It wasn't a nice thing to swallow, but it was interesting, and the pain wasn't as bad as the other pain. It was distracting, which was really what the slime wanted. Distractions from pain were nice.
  24. ((Sorry, sorry, I've been gone for ages and now I could use a recap. I read everything that's happened so far, but I'm still a bit confused as to where everyone currently is and such.))