Better and Tougher
A Spacro of Ambition
Chapter 41: Stabbing the Swagger into your Heart
Well, well, well! Look who it is, everyone! Everyone's favorite! It's our main man, Carl. Look at him, making lazy on the bed in their room on the ship. I wonder what the heck he's thinking about...
And at that, the magic of Author Powers took a quick entry to the brain. 'I wonder if whoopie cushions can be used for more than fart jokes.' Perhaps penetrating the thought barrier was a bad idea. We'll get back to him later when he's got more interesting things to do.
***
Well, here's another dude that's always fun to watch carefully. It's Yetis, the other '1337 D00D!11' who is quite the skilled trainer with years of practice. His rather matted, straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes have not graced the camera for quite a bit. Looks as though he's in the battle section of the ship. For those who forget, the battle section of the boat, it's HUGE! There's a good deal of space on it, where trainers of all different variations can come to hang out and practice with their pokemon. There's even a pokemon transfer device and healing machines in the corner of the room. It seems that training is a very big things in the lives of people. As always, the big man is ready for a battle. And prayers be answered. "Hey." he called to a nearby man.
The man in question gave a cold stare. He had Evenly cut white hair, and a form fit to compete to battle a Machamp, or at least a Machoke Adorned on his body as clothes were a black t-shirt, with jeans of the same color. And upon his feet, a great oddity of army boots. "Hmpf." he hmpfed. "A battle if what you want, is that it?"
Yetis nodded, ""S-sure, if you want to." he said, just a bit shaken up from the stare.
The reply came with a calm smirk, "Fine, I could use an easy win." he paused for a second. "3 on 3."
Yetis nodded, "Sure. I'm sure you know the rules." he smiled with confidence, grabbing for a pokeball.
The White haired boy did the same, "Indeed I do. Now then..." he paused.
"Yetis, is my name. And what's yours?"
The boy gave an odd glance in return, "Morris." he said calmly. "Now then. Are you going to just waste time, or are we going to battle?" he tapped his foot impatiently upon the ground. His hand upon his first into the fray pokemon's holding ball.
Yetis smiled, his first pokemon sent to the battlefield. 'Primeape!' it shouted, the form of a familiar fuzz-ball with muscular arms and legs, all of them covered in metal bracelets at wrist or just above the foot. Its face, flowing with an endless supply of rage. "Lets go, buddy!"
Morris shrugged, "Well, looks impressive, I guess." he shrugged. "Well then, lets go Kero." he unleashed from a pokeball, a jet black feathered bird. It's beak of yellow and eyes colored red, it was a familiar species. 'Murkrow, Murk-Murkrow!' it chanted, flapping its wings.
'Hmm...' went Yetis' brain, within his head.. 'It's a flying type, so Primey might have trouble... then again, it is a dark type as well. As if it matters, its flying nature should be enough of a downfall.' he grinned. "Alright, let's get things started with Fury Swipes." To the command, the rage monkey leapt into the fray with its claws raging, swiping wildly at his foe.
"Kero..." Morris seemed calm, "Swagger." he smirked. A mysterious aura of power seemed to emanate from the crow, an aura of blue, searing power. And then, it zapped like a laser beam at the enraged monkey. Taken with dizziness, though not pain, the monkey looked a bit stronger, but felt very woozy.
'What is he doing?' wondered Yetis, 'That's going to make Primeape stronger, especially when it wears off.'
"Great work... now use Psyche Up." the white haired man grinned. At that, the crow's eyes seemed to fade for a second, as it scanned the confused monkey. A second later, it snapped out of this state, stronger than it began. Its wings, puffed with what appeared to more so muscle than feather fluff. "Good..." a smirk faintly upon his lips most victoriously, yet still realizing that the war was yet to end. The plan, so it seemed, was working well.
"Oh, I get it now." Yetis stated with understanding. "I know what your plan is." he shook his head, "Do you honestly think it'll work?" he wondered. The fur-ball of an ape was still in a most feral daze, an odd sight to behold. The muscles pulsing with ventricle visibility and the body swaying side to side in an imbalanced stability of persona... well, for a pokemon that is. Its state of being, including even more bloodshot eyes made it hard to think or even move without stumbling.
But the Morris kid shrugged his shoulders, "It has," he stated with neutrality. "I guess we'll just have to find out now. Won't we?" he smiled, "You know the drill Kero... peck it!"
"Well..." Yetis considered for a second "Primape! Wake up and watch out damn it!"the chimp ignored, though it was beginning to twitch, and when the yellow beak of the raven struck, it lashed out and managed to grab the bird by the neck. Not truly aware of what it was doing, the grasp was using a very unhealthy amount of strength in its grasp, choking the poor crow with its thin neck "Whoa.... Vital Throw!" he commanded. It was, for a surprising bit of oddity, heard. The mad monkey chucked its target at the wall with great force, but not before tightening its grasp slightly, and bashing its target against the floor in feral rage.
"We're going down with a bang." commanded Morris. The black bird nodded weakly in understanding "Counter!" and then *WHAM*. Upon striking the wall, an odd red aura emanated from the injured bird's body, and struck the mad monkey with a devastating force of retributive damage. Both were down for the count now, but a close look at the crow's neck would reveal strangulation has left a bit of neck breaking. Nothing fatal... yet, but as it was, it looked a slight twisted, as such to slightly cut off circulation! "Oh no! Kero!" he ran to the bird, picking it up.
It seems there was now an emergency at hands.
A/N: Well, we're back with Carl and Co. And soon enough we'll be seeing crazy happenings, odd knowhows, and new pokemon to boot. Keep on reviewing, we're far from over yet. And here's a sample for ya of a new poke!
Trollary: The regenerate Pokemon Type: Grass/Normal Ability: Troll Fortitude - Pokemon with Troll Fortitude are more resistant to most of their weaknesses, and the damage received is reduced by 80%. However, Fire and Poison damage is more powerful, dealing more than 2.5 times the damage. As well, this pokemon regenerates slowly over time. But if burnt or poisoned, regeneration is halted. And if Toxiced... well, dig the grave now if you must. (As seen, grass type is a catalyst to further devastate with fire.
Dexish info: Trollery is a very hardy pokemon. Its skin is always regenerating and will even grow back lost appendages should for example, an arm fall off. This pokemon's skin is often sought for its healing powers, though it is very much inflammable.
Appearance: Trollery stands at about the height of man. Its body is lanky, long, and thin. Its eyes are red, and its body looks delicate, but don't be fooled. This pokemon packs quite a wallop when striking down its foes. And its repitoire of regenerative moves can mean a test of endurance if not given one wild trip of acid, or burnination greater than Trogdor himself.
And now, stories that feature both parties are called 'The Clash of the Destiny Bound' when both exist in the same story
Til next time, keep writing, keep fighting. (And Review too!) Ciao!
A Spacro of Ambition
Chapter 41: Stabbing the Swagger into your Heart
Well, well, well! Look who it is, everyone! Everyone's favorite! It's our main man, Carl. Look at him, making lazy on the bed in their room on the ship. I wonder what the heck he's thinking about...
And at that, the magic of Author Powers took a quick entry to the brain. 'I wonder if whoopie cushions can be used for more than fart jokes.' Perhaps penetrating the thought barrier was a bad idea. We'll get back to him later when he's got more interesting things to do.
***
Well, here's another dude that's always fun to watch carefully. It's Yetis, the other '1337 D00D!11' who is quite the skilled trainer with years of practice. His rather matted, straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes have not graced the camera for quite a bit. Looks as though he's in the battle section of the ship. For those who forget, the battle section of the boat, it's HUGE! There's a good deal of space on it, where trainers of all different variations can come to hang out and practice with their pokemon. There's even a pokemon transfer device and healing machines in the corner of the room. It seems that training is a very big things in the lives of people. As always, the big man is ready for a battle. And prayers be answered. "Hey." he called to a nearby man.
The man in question gave a cold stare. He had Evenly cut white hair, and a form fit to compete to battle a Machamp, or at least a Machoke Adorned on his body as clothes were a black t-shirt, with jeans of the same color. And upon his feet, a great oddity of army boots. "Hmpf." he hmpfed. "A battle if what you want, is that it?"
Yetis nodded, ""S-sure, if you want to." he said, just a bit shaken up from the stare.
The reply came with a calm smirk, "Fine, I could use an easy win." he paused for a second. "3 on 3."
Yetis nodded, "Sure. I'm sure you know the rules." he smiled with confidence, grabbing for a pokeball.
The White haired boy did the same, "Indeed I do. Now then..." he paused.
"Yetis, is my name. And what's yours?"
The boy gave an odd glance in return, "Morris." he said calmly. "Now then. Are you going to just waste time, or are we going to battle?" he tapped his foot impatiently upon the ground. His hand upon his first into the fray pokemon's holding ball.
Yetis smiled, his first pokemon sent to the battlefield. 'Primeape!' it shouted, the form of a familiar fuzz-ball with muscular arms and legs, all of them covered in metal bracelets at wrist or just above the foot. Its face, flowing with an endless supply of rage. "Lets go, buddy!"
Morris shrugged, "Well, looks impressive, I guess." he shrugged. "Well then, lets go Kero." he unleashed from a pokeball, a jet black feathered bird. It's beak of yellow and eyes colored red, it was a familiar species. 'Murkrow, Murk-Murkrow!' it chanted, flapping its wings.
'Hmm...' went Yetis' brain, within his head.. 'It's a flying type, so Primey might have trouble... then again, it is a dark type as well. As if it matters, its flying nature should be enough of a downfall.' he grinned. "Alright, let's get things started with Fury Swipes." To the command, the rage monkey leapt into the fray with its claws raging, swiping wildly at his foe.
"Kero..." Morris seemed calm, "Swagger." he smirked. A mysterious aura of power seemed to emanate from the crow, an aura of blue, searing power. And then, it zapped like a laser beam at the enraged monkey. Taken with dizziness, though not pain, the monkey looked a bit stronger, but felt very woozy.
'What is he doing?' wondered Yetis, 'That's going to make Primeape stronger, especially when it wears off.'
"Great work... now use Psyche Up." the white haired man grinned. At that, the crow's eyes seemed to fade for a second, as it scanned the confused monkey. A second later, it snapped out of this state, stronger than it began. Its wings, puffed with what appeared to more so muscle than feather fluff. "Good..." a smirk faintly upon his lips most victoriously, yet still realizing that the war was yet to end. The plan, so it seemed, was working well.
"Oh, I get it now." Yetis stated with understanding. "I know what your plan is." he shook his head, "Do you honestly think it'll work?" he wondered. The fur-ball of an ape was still in a most feral daze, an odd sight to behold. The muscles pulsing with ventricle visibility and the body swaying side to side in an imbalanced stability of persona... well, for a pokemon that is. Its state of being, including even more bloodshot eyes made it hard to think or even move without stumbling.
But the Morris kid shrugged his shoulders, "It has," he stated with neutrality. "I guess we'll just have to find out now. Won't we?" he smiled, "You know the drill Kero... peck it!"
"Well..." Yetis considered for a second "Primape! Wake up and watch out damn it!"the chimp ignored, though it was beginning to twitch, and when the yellow beak of the raven struck, it lashed out and managed to grab the bird by the neck. Not truly aware of what it was doing, the grasp was using a very unhealthy amount of strength in its grasp, choking the poor crow with its thin neck "Whoa.... Vital Throw!" he commanded. It was, for a surprising bit of oddity, heard. The mad monkey chucked its target at the wall with great force, but not before tightening its grasp slightly, and bashing its target against the floor in feral rage.
"We're going down with a bang." commanded Morris. The black bird nodded weakly in understanding "Counter!" and then *WHAM*. Upon striking the wall, an odd red aura emanated from the injured bird's body, and struck the mad monkey with a devastating force of retributive damage. Both were down for the count now, but a close look at the crow's neck would reveal strangulation has left a bit of neck breaking. Nothing fatal... yet, but as it was, it looked a slight twisted, as such to slightly cut off circulation! "Oh no! Kero!" he ran to the bird, picking it up.
It seems there was now an emergency at hands.
A/N: Well, we're back with Carl and Co. And soon enough we'll be seeing crazy happenings, odd knowhows, and new pokemon to boot. Keep on reviewing, we're far from over yet. And here's a sample for ya of a new poke!
Trollary: The regenerate Pokemon Type: Grass/Normal Ability: Troll Fortitude - Pokemon with Troll Fortitude are more resistant to most of their weaknesses, and the damage received is reduced by 80%. However, Fire and Poison damage is more powerful, dealing more than 2.5 times the damage. As well, this pokemon regenerates slowly over time. But if burnt or poisoned, regeneration is halted. And if Toxiced... well, dig the grave now if you must. (As seen, grass type is a catalyst to further devastate with fire.
Dexish info: Trollery is a very hardy pokemon. Its skin is always regenerating and will even grow back lost appendages should for example, an arm fall off. This pokemon's skin is often sought for its healing powers, though it is very much inflammable.
Appearance: Trollery stands at about the height of man. Its body is lanky, long, and thin. Its eyes are red, and its body looks delicate, but don't be fooled. This pokemon packs quite a wallop when striking down its foes. And its repitoire of regenerative moves can mean a test of endurance if not given one wild trip of acid, or burnination greater than Trogdor himself.
And now, stories that feature both parties are called 'The Clash of the Destiny Bound' when both exist in the same story
Til next time, keep writing, keep fighting. (And Review too!) Ciao!