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Post by Durand Payne on Apr 27, 2018 16:19:53 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] I'm useless
but not for long
the future
is coming on  The light brown fabric was tightened once again around the head of the Scraggy. She'd already adjusted it multiple times as she prepared herself to enter the more difficult dungeon. The meadows had been harsh on her, so this time, she was ready! Not only had she gone and bought plenty of prep items, she had put out fliers asking for a group to go with her. It was probably a bad idea... putting herself in danger like that. If a guild member came to help her and managed to recognize her for the thief she was, she might just get attacked instead. Hopefully they would be more enthralled by their actual jobs, since she offered a very small reward for helping; 100 Poké and as even a split as possible for anything found in the dungeon. For Durand, this mostly meant an even split of Poké and deliberation about any other items found. She'd gotten a response to her flier and now... she waited anxiously. notes |
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Post by Azar on Apr 28, 2018 0:38:39 GMT
Sweet dreams are made ofthis who am i to disagree? A flier. Something so simple and bland, yet something that had caught his eye nonetheless. He had torn it down the moment he saw it, ignoring the way it crumpled and tore between his teeth. Away he went, plans forming like thundering clouds in his mind. If someone was desperate enough to ask for a group without going straight to the guild, then he would have no trouble at all overpowering them and taking whatever they owned. Or their life. After making necessary preparations and throwing the flier in the face of an accomplice, the Growlithe strode through the fog, nostrils flaring with each sniff as he let his nose guide him more than his eyes. Blue eyes remained narrowed and alert, and his ears flicked and perked at the slightest of sounds. Closer, closer-- there. Lifting his head and straightening his posture as he neared the Scraggy he assumed was the owner of the flier. Azar had to stop himself from speaking just as he began to part his lips. It was not because he did not know how to greet the owner of the flier. It was because he almost defaulted to baring his teeth and growling to announce his presence. He would have to work on that. [googlefont="Cormorant+Garamond|Open+Sans+Condensed:300"] |
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Post by Vashni on Apr 28, 2018 13:31:56 GMT
This wasn’t exactly what Vashni had been planning for the day, but he wasn’t complaining, nor was he really in the place for that luxury. The aforementioned flier was in his hand at the moment, crumpled from the center to the edges, with certain parts even torn from being handled by the Growlithe’s teeth. He was being careful in holding only a certain place he was 100% sure hadn’t been soaked in rabid puppy drool. He walked his usual pace behind Azar as they ventured from town to the agreed stop just outside the Greengrove. His other hand rested a bag that hung over his shoulder and draped over his hip, its dulled brown fabric bulging from the supplies he’d bought at the market. He had been in the middle of shopping when Azar had thrown the flier at his face, suddenly declaring the day’s agenda to be mugging some idiot asking for help. He chuckled, muttering, “We’re planning to attack someone who has not only denied guild help, but has even situated themselves so far from town. Either they’re asking to die or this is all too convenient.” He didn’t seem all that bothered, though. A thick fog rolled over the duo as they breached the mysterious forest’s territory. It was much harder to see the distance here, but Vashni trusted Azar’s keen senses. They were probably getting close, and he allowed his mind to drift to the possible scenarios. Would they attack immediately? His jaws opened into a crooked grin, drips of saliva ebbing from corners between the large teeth and disappearing into the dirt at the thought of mauling the stranger. It had been a while since he’d last gone all-out on anyone. He was due for some unwinding. The leading Growlithe stopped and Vashni raised his head to get a good look at the flier’s owner. An average-looking Scraggy stood in the mist, wearing a Power Band (he’d seen it while shopping) and fidgeting somewhat—probably the jitters. His jaws only salivated further, knowing Scraggy wouldn’t stand a chance against fairy-types. He shut it tight. Nothing would be accomplished if they were to intimidate or attack them this early; the mist would be too good of a cover for them to escape in. Neither he nor even Azar would be able to track them through this dense forest easily. They had to gain the Scraggy’s trust, then corner them somewhere. Instead, he cleared his throat and waved in the mist. “Hello! You’re the one who posted this flier, right?” He raised the flier in his hand, stepping forwards to greet the Scraggy proper. “Were you waiting long? Sorry, this place is quite a maze. Can’t see a damn thing for miles.” He smiled, welcoming and warm, like an old friend. “Got a name? Mine’s Vashni, but Vash is fine.” He pointed a thumb towards Azar. “This guy here is my leader. No worries though, I don’t play favorites. I’ll help you in the dungeon too,” he said, chuckling light-heartedly. | god knows we
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Post by 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 on Apr 28, 2018 14:40:59 GMT
Cerin had been lazing about on a stretch of branch outskirting the dungeon for a while now, shrouded by both the uncanny mist and the dense canopy of leaves he was nestled within that managed to choke the afternoon rays before they could touch the forest floor. Fortunately his sight was sharp enough to pierce through the fog and lock onto a trudging figure who had the audacity to step first foot onto the path, interest glittering in emerald irises as pupils contracted into predatory slits to hone in on his prey, lowering a paw from where it had been idly propping up his cheek as he scrutinized the adventurer. Didn't look like much. A Scraggy, by the looks of things, and although his intention had been to ambush whoever was apparently well-equipped enough to traverse the Greengrove he wasn't too keen to confront a fighting-type until he had ascertained their capabilities. He exhaled a soft sigh, propping his cheek back against his paw with a vexed flick of his tail, eyes narrowing irritably towards the Pokémon before his ear twitched to more rustling. Was this Scraggy part of an expedition party or something?
His attention was snagged by movement in his peripheral and sure enough he was met by a fiery orange pelted canine, their associate boasting some savage looking jaws that contradicted the cordiality of their frontal smile as they greeted the Scraggy. The Purrloin's eyes narrowed, honing in on the newcoming pair and placing them under some heavy scrutiny, noting the gruff growl of a greeting the Growlithe offered and the glimmer of dripping saliva from the jaws of the Mawile. Any one of his species, notorious for their deceitful natures, could distinguish there was something off about these newcomers. Whether their intentions were malicious or just purely distasteful, he couldn't distinguish, but he decided further observation could answer that for him. Still... He sighed, eyes narrowing a little further as the faintest of smiles began to grace his features. A skittish Scraggy, a puppy with a superiority complex and a ferocious-looking fairy. Cerin wasn't stupid - he could tell that these bunch were a tough crowd, and with his species being infamous for duplicity swindling them would be no easy task. Not that that was on his agenda this time around; he was simply curious to see whether the pair would drop their Mareep's clothing. The Growlithe had an odd air of authority about him that had him simultaneously amused and intrigued. Besides, who better to complete this ragtag expedition party than a conceited little kitten?
"My, my, you're an assertive one. I get all tingly with a man like that~" a smooth voice purred, the Purrloin's sharp viridian eyes glinting playfully in the dim light as he gazed towards Azar, his tailtip ticked back and forth from where it hung in the rhythmic manner of a metronome as he rolled onto his back, not bothering to mask his grin as he heaved a melodramatic sigh and pressed the back of his paw to his forehead. "Is my prince finally here to rescue me from this dastardly tree? Oh, but you have not the arms to break my descent! And not the slightest offense to your associate when I say that I don't trust those magnificent jaws not to snap every bone in my body if I were to fall into them! ... But oh, that might just be a price I'm willing to pay for such a doll face as yours," he craned his neck back a little to peer upside down towards Vashni, a coy smile playing up his lips to meet his beautiful ruby red gaze for just a moment before his attention was stolen by Durand, pressing a paw to his heart as he gasped and let himself slip off the branch, twisting in the air and - in defiance to his melodramatic declaration earlier - landed with ease on all fours.
"Oh, and princess!" he reared onto his hindpaws once more and snatched up her hand, leaning in to press a swift kiss to it before he straightened once more to glance over her in despair, holding her hands close to his chest. "It's perilous to risk the preservation of a face such as that at the hands of whatever awful ruffians lurk in this neck of the woods! But so intrepid, so brave..." he gave a wistful sigh as he let his paws fall away, stepping back for a moment in silence before his smile smoothed back over his features again and he cast a glance about the party, pressing a paw to his chest. Sure, he didn't doubt that he'd rubbed some of them up the wrong way, but if any of them had the intention to rob him in addition he didn't doubt that they'd turn down his offer.
"I shall be all too happy to accompany you on this expedition, if you so desire. I know the dangers of the Greengrove, for I have traversed it several times before. Besides, it would be a shame if a single scratch were to soil the looks of any of you."
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on Apr 28, 2018 15:49:52 GMT
Proceeding to next floor... for finding the stairs on the first roll the party has received an additional 400exp!
Vashni received a total of 600exp.
Vashni leveled up to lv 13!
Vashni can learn sweet scent but already knows four moves. should a move be replaced?
𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 received a total of 600exp.
𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 leveled up to lv 11!
Azar received a total of 600exp.
Azar leveled up to level 11!
Durand Payne received a total of 566exp.
Durand Payne leveled up to lv 13!
Durand Payne can learn swagger but already knows four moves. should a move be replaced?
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Post by Vashni on Apr 28, 2018 17:45:06 GMT
Vashni had barely finished his introduction when a newcomer made themself known. The black extensions that were his ears twitched at the sound of a sultry voice, and then he knew whatever plan he or Azar had in store for robbing or attacking the Scraggy was going down the drain. He raised his attention to the source of the voice, finding it to be a figure hidden in the darkness of the trees, just off to the side. He had to raise his hand in order to cover his mouth as the newcomer began spewing sweet nothings to his boss; grinning so openly would be a little rude, and perhaps rewarded by a blast of hot flame. Vashni wasn’t keen to be roasted so soon, though he mused at the thought that this newcomer might. Hey, he wasn’t one to judge, mostly. Taking a better look, the party-crasher seemed to be a Purrloin, and an oddly-colored one too. Vashni had seen a few pokemon with similar cases in his travels; the unusual coloration usually provided no benefit other than to make them stick out like sore thumbs, for either the appraisal or the scorn of others. He would have bet his left leg this fellow in particular was used to, or at least fully expecting the former. He glanced at Azar from his peripherals and decided he was likely to be granted the latter. “Well, your highness,” he said, directing it to the canine beside him, still watching the Purrloin, “it seems this one finds you suitable for the ‘prince’ role. A shame,” he mimicked the Purrloin’s dramatic sigh, “I would have rather enjoyed serving a king.” He sniggered, covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m only kidding.” He removed his hand and crossed his arms as the Purrloin continued, red eyes lidded with amusement as he met the other’s gaze. “None taken. I admit, it’s tempting. You look absolutely delicious.” He laughed, accompanied by the reappearance of his jaws’ terrifying, toothy grin. It wasn’t entirely a joke. Having his frontal face described to be ‘doll-like’ was rather irritating, and it made him curious as to whether the Purrloin would still think that while faced with his true jaws. “But it would be a shame, wouldn’t it? To devour something so precious and pretty.” The Purrloin was quick to divert their attention to the next un-attended company. Vashni couldn’t help but look with pity; the Scraggy was definitely not on for these types of games, he could tell. And, well, it was just kind of incredibly rude to assume a pokemon’s potential so soon. Purrloin aren’t even that strong, he thought. The Scraggy would have a better chance of utterly thrashing the Purrloin in battle. Vashni tilted his head curiously when the Purrloin was finished with their spiel, suddenly offering to join the party. He had feared this. Looking a briefly displeased, Vashni glanced beside him to Azar, before shrugging nonchalantly. These two wouldn’t be hard to take, but they would be infinitely more of a hassle. He didn’t know if Azar wanted to rob or leave them for dead, but he’d rather know soon. He donned his usual lax expression and clapped his hands, starting to feel a little antsy. The sooner they did something exciting, or found the right place to maul these two, the better. “Is that so? Well, let’s get a move on, then. We’ve got a full party here now, so there’s no reason to dawdle.” Vashni, not being the leader type, would wait until the others moved forwards. It seemed that, for as rotten as his and Azar’s luck was, the party itself worked wonders in the dungeon. They found the stairs not soon after entering the foggy labyrinth. Vashni could feel the jaws hanging behind him tense, clenching their teeth in anticipation—growing stronger. He wondered if he would be able to use them soon. “Ah, sorry,” he would say at one point, remembering his manners. “I think I was a bit too impatient there. Names? It’s just courtesy, after all.” He hummed patiently, hands behind his back as he strolled. “Unless the Purrloin and the Scraggy would prefer to be referred to as such, which is fine, if not a little bit suspicious,” he said, smiling. VASHNI DID NOT LEARN SWEET SCENT! | god knows we
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Post by 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 on Apr 28, 2018 18:31:44 GMT
Cerin's beaming countenance didn't relent as his gaze strayed across the party, suppressing the mounting urge to chuckle at the amusing array of reactions his little charade had provoked, apparently unfazed by any sour reception as he cocked his hip and settled a paw on it to better take in this quirky bunch. The Scraggy didn't seem too pleased by his condescending wiles, as did the Growlithe, although he was pleasantly thrilled that the Mawile played along and reciprocated his sentiment. Despite the satirizing undertones, he took it with a wink before casting another swift glance about the party. He took the opportunity for a quick calculation. His swift conclusion; he wouldn't stand a chance against any of them. Not as he was now. The Scraggy and the Mawile both had the type advantages to compliment their strength and that Growlithe seemed feisty, like he had something to prove. Strength was not Cerin's strong suit; speed, dexterity and subterfuge however, were where he excelled. He didn't have any motives for the time being. He'd test the water, get a reading on the agenda of his accomplices, and if the going got rough he didn't doubt he could slip away with ease. As no one rejected his offering of services he flashed a winning smile and clapped his paws, spinning on his heel with an opulent swish of his tail before he was starting off along the forest path.
"Wonderful! Oh, how lucky I should be to have two such handsome princes to accompany me through these treacherous lands~" he heaved a wistful sigh, not bothering to put a cap on his melodrama for even a moment. The act was quite obviously just that, as the faint grin constantly plaguing his expression implied. Though he seemed to be having fun. The Purrloin turned his head to cast a glance at Vashni upon catching wind of his inquiry, a broad smile sprawling across his features before he extinguished it in mock offense, gasping and pressing a paw to his chest as he whipped away again.
"The 'Purrloin?' I take offense in such a generic term. You may call me Cerin, although if you have something more endearing in mind I wouldn't be opposed to it either, darlings," his attention was captivated by the sight of stairs he'd glimpsed earlier upon entering the dungeon, expression enlightened with glee as he clapped his paws before wasting no time in beginning to ascend. "Ah, we're making marvelous progress. Isn't this just delightful?~"
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Post by Azar on Apr 28, 2018 19:23:04 GMT
Sweet dreams are made ofthis who am i to disagree? Azar had been content with letting the Mawile do the talking. He still had a growling problem to get over, and managing to keep himself from doing so was a strain he did not enjoy being bothered with. Pale blue eyes remained focused on the Scraggy's figure, scrutinizing what he could see for anything he believed she would be better off without. The cloth around her head would certainly be more useful to them rather than the Scraggy; however, he knew better than to simply attack right off the bat. They needed to get deep within the dungeon where the Scraggy would be unable to flee from his jaws. His ears twitched as an unknown voice raised through the fog. The Growlithe's head whipped in the direction of the source, and this time he did not stop the growl that formed low in his throat. The cream fur lining his lips drew back to display the tips of sharp teeth. He refrained from putting all his canines on display, just a small reminder to himself that he was not here to play his cards based on intimidation. No, this was merely a show of annoyance for having an uninvited guest. The chance of their plans falling through grew with the addition, but he supposed there was no harm in adding another target to the list. Tingly?For once, Azar did not bark out a comeback. His gaze hardened on the feline's form up in the tree. In his silence, he observed. Consideration flashed in his eyes before it was gone. This cat had a lot to say, and he would be damned if he was going to fall for any of it. No amount of theatrics would sway the Growlithe, especially not when he was called a prince of all things. He had long since cast away that title when he seized the throne of his pack, and he was no longer befitting of such a lowly rank. Eyes of ice followed the Purrloin's movements as the cat slipped off of his branch and to the ground. " If you find it to be such a shame, then stick to your apples and let me take this catch." Hardened eyes remained on the Purrloin's figure for a moment longer before glancing toward Vashni, something akin to a smirk curling the corners of his lips. " He'll be enlightened by the time I am through with him. Would you like to join him, fairy?" His voice lower, rumbling as he slid his gaze toward the Purrloin once more. " Spend a night with me, kitten," his head condescendingly tilted to the side as he took a step forward and rolled his hips, " and you'll know I am the king." It was becoming increasingly obvious to the Growlithe as he fluidly switched gears and turned toward the dungeon that his plans had already been foiled. If it was not for the prince comment, he might have been able to keep up the act of the frowny faced Pokemon who just wanted to 'help'. Oh well. He supposed this was fine. They were already trapped within the confines of the dungeon; there was no longer an escape. The stairs were found too easily, something he would rather avoid if he was to ever get the fight out of his system. " Kitten it is, then." He huffed as soon as the Purrloin had given his introduction. That just left the Scraggy and... him. They could just go on thinking he was your highness, as Vashni had been calling him. Hm... No, that was more preferable. Blue eyes focused ahead as he strode forward, sniffing around when he deemed necessary. [googlefont="Cormorant+Garamond|Open+Sans+Condensed:300"] |
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Post by Durand Payne on May 3, 2018 21:55:13 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] I'm useless
but not for long
the future
is coming on The greeting drew the attention of the Scraggy and she examined the two that stood before her. A Growlithe who seemed almost less than pleased from her perspective and a Mawile, the one that had greeted her. Durand gave a light smile, one that was almost unnoticeable. 'Oh, Giratina. This doesn't look good.' Either this "Vash" was an outlaw like herself and could only be trusted vaguely along with his "leader" or they were civilians and if they found out that Durand was an outlaw, they would report her to the guild most likely or they could potentially be part of the guild and... well, that was self-explanatory. Just as the Scraggy was about to introduce herself (yes, there was quite a pause here as she tried to consider what to do), another voice came from the trees. Turning to glance in the direction of Cerin as he went about his dramatic expressions, she furrowed her brows in confusion. It wasn't often she saw actors or... well, whatever he seemed to be. When he aimed his flair at the fighting-type, she blinked at him and her face screwed up a little bit. She always hated the stereotype of "female" and did her best not to seem to feminine. Still, she figured there were Pokemon that could scent such a thing and... well... She simply narrowed her gaze, considering how to react, when Vash's remark came of having a full party. Nodding her agreement, the Scraggy turned and started into the dungeon. Durand attempted to hide the 'oh, crap' expression on her face. Mother had been jumped and now here the daughter stood, inviting her own group of potentially dangerous Pokemon along with her. At least this way she wouldn't be taken by surprise... maybe? The remarks from the fire-type did not go unnoticed and she could only gulp quietly. She doubted the Purrloin would be very phased by the comment, as nothing seemed to really phase him. Expecting another spectacle, she then fully listened to the request for introductions again from the Mawile. "Pain," she introduced herself. The gravelly voice was much deeper than would be expected of a "princess" and she did beautifully at disguising any fear in her voice. After using her long-perfected ability to control her voice, she gazed toward the stairs. Oh, thank Arceus. Maybe this trip would be over before anything could explode in her face. As she made her way up the stairs, she took a deep breath. The feeling of gaining experience and knowledge felt really nice, honestly. Before making it to the second floor, she steeled herself for what was to come. Durand forgot Leer and learned Swagger.
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on May 3, 2018 23:26:16 GMT
upon ascending the stairs, the party is greeted with the reception of a lazing oranguru! the wild pokemon rears its head to the sound of footsteps, narrows it's eyes in suspicious scrutiny towards the intruders, before clambering to its feet with a wary grumble. what will you do?
HUNGER - 70/100
Vashni - 40/40hp
𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 - 33/33hp
Durand Payne - 40/40hp
Azar - 36/36hp
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Post by Vashni on May 4, 2018 16:34:29 GMT
Vashni was surprised at how his boss had retorted to the Purrloin, to the point that he was still contemplating it as they were entering the dungeon. He had to place his hand over his mouth to keep from chuckling. Perhaps it was a little rude to think about the more intimate parts of someone’s life, but he was sure that no experienced pokemon would seduce another in such a manner—not one he had ever met, at least. He briefly gazed at Azar, who was in his usual leading role of sniffing out their path, and wondered if he was working for a true eccentric, or… The Purrloin caught his attention with his theatrics again. “Cerin? A fancy name, how suitable. I’m sure you’re proud of it.” Vashni took his hand away, revealing his smile. There seemed to be a hint of envy in his tone; it was a familiar sort, the kind he often felt when met with someone so sure of who they are and so proud of their name. It was a little different from when he met Azar; the pup had quickly established himself as not proud, but arrogant, and rather than an object of envy, was placed into the role of leader that Vashni had been eager to fill. Vashni chuckled openly when said leader replaced Cerin’s name with a nickname so endearing it was actually a little sickening. He was starting to see a pattern here. Next was the Scraggy, who Vashni had observed seemed to be the least enthusiastic about this little adventure. He had to hand it to her, she was smarter than expected. Maybe this would be difficult after all. Vashni’s long black ears twitched, picking up her introduction and noticing the voice to be much deeper than expected, but her choice of response was unusual. The corner of his mouth twitched a little higher as did his curiosity. “Pain? As in, it’s a pain to be around this group?” He chimed, moving to walk closer to her. He walked with his hands clasped together behind his back, each stride a languid swing of his feet and his posture straight to keep his eyes forward. He didn’t give off the impression of being aware, at least compared to his boss or this Scraggy, who seemed to be taking this way too seriously in his opinion. He didn’t need to, it seemed. Cerin had already found the stairs. “Good job,” commented Vashni, mildly impressed. Cerin seemed to be proving he did know this dungeon, which was helpful, but would be a burden when it was time to attack these two. That was no longer at the top of Vashni’s priorities though, he had his curiosity to satisfy. As they climbed the stairs, Vashni carried on with his conversation with the Scraggy, bringing up a question he had earlier. “So, could I ask why you put up fliers in town asking for randos?” He asked, taking hopping steps up to the next floor. “This is apparently a very dangerous area. It’s not wise to trust strangers.” His red eyes were steady on her as he said this, then he smiled as they reached the final step with a two-footed hop. “Ah, but you’re with decent company--don’t mind the grouch sniffing the grass patches,” he said, chuckling at his own joke. “Let’s get along and be friends, yeah?” It didn’t take long for them to have their first encounter with the local wildlife. A peculiar pokemon was enjoying the scenery in a comfy-looking nest under the shade of some trees. The nest looked soft, and they had no doubt been planning on lazing the afternoon away. Vashni was almost envious. “Oranguru. Never seen one before,” Vashni mumbled, keeping his voice low so as not to ruffle the pokemon further. “They’re apparently very intelligent. I wonder if they’re strong.” As he said this, three swords glowing with blue energy appeared in the air around him, circling his form for a few seconds before disappearing behind him. The lights imbued themselves within the fangs of his hanging jaws, causing them to glow and grow in size for a few seconds. He felt the energy surge within him, making him stronger. “Who would like the honor of the first hit?” He offered light-heartedly. He wanted to see what the others had to offer. VASHNI USED SWORDS DANCE! | god knows we
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Post by 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 on May 4, 2018 18:02:36 GMT
Whatever reaction Cerin had been expecting his behaviour to provoke from the Growlithe, what he received was not it. The vague threat he brushed off with little more than a lazy smile, although at what followed even the smooth-talking Purrloin seemed mildly astonished as olive green eyes flashed to meet icy blue, and at the low grumble of an assertively suggestive comment he couldn't help how his expression pulled a blank as he stared back at the fire-type. Warmth lightly tinged beneath his fur as he faltered in his tracks, blinking as he processed the meaning behind his words before his stare flashed to Vashni, as if searching for verification he'd heard that right before his attention was snagged by Azar as the Pokémon began skulking ahead. Another moment of stunned silence, before a broad smile was sprawling across his maw and he was squirming with a gleeful swish of his tail, a purr in his throat as his eyes lidded over in sultry coyness.
"Oh, my. Don't you know how to push a boy's buttons? Puppy's got some bark, I'd be all too happy to see that bite~" he cooed, resuming his tailing of the group as they ventured deeper into the misty embrace of the Greengrove, that shit-eating grin never faltering for a moment as attentive eyes strayed about their surroundings. The Mawile's flattery he questioned the authenticity of, but being a sucker for compliments he decided to take what he could get, pressing a paw to his chest and flashing him a wink of gratitude before anything he'd been preparing to say was forgotten as Azar decided to intervene. The Purrloin faltered with another blink, seeming to weigh the nickname up for just a moment before he was smirking again, gaze smoothing towards the fiery pup as he gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
"For you? I can be whoever you want me to be, your highness," he snickered softly, an impish glint to his eye before he glanced away, continuing on to ascend the stairs to the next level of the dungeon although soon enough their pleasant stroll was interrupted by some less than friendly looking company. Cerin stopped in his tracks as the Oranguru looked their way with a wary grumble, the dark-type pausing for just a moment, before his lips cracked into a full grin and he lifted his paws and promptly unsheathed two sets of sharp, pristine-kept claws. Oh, he could smell the psychic energy off of this one.
"Not my type," he drawled bitterly and the next moment he was surging, darting a four-legged beeline right towards their apparent opponent and lunging into the air, cloaking a paw in a dark energy before drawing his lips in a snarl and attempting to sharply strike his blow down on the head of the psychic-type. Cerin used Foul Play!
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on May 4, 2018 18:13:23 GMT
𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 used foul play. a critical hit! the wild oranguru gave a low cry as the well-aimed super effective attack struck, throwing it back into the grass to settle with a heavy thump before it lay still. the wild oranguru fainted!
HUNGER - 60/100
Vashni - 40/40hp
𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 - 33/33hp
Durand Payne - 40/40hp
Azar - 36/36hp
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Azar
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Flash Fire
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Post by Azar on May 4, 2018 23:22:23 GMT
Sweet dreams are made ofthis who am i to disagree? As focused as he seemed on the world around them, where they were going, and potential dangers lurking in the dense fog, Azar was anything but ignoring the Pokemon with him. His eyes remained alert, sweeping across the surroundings or staring ahead, yet his ears twitched slightly to the voices. He listened intently, gathering what knowledge he could about these strangers. He was half tempted to comment back to the Purrloin, but, in favor of not getting too distracted, he merely raised his scruffy tail a little higher in the air. There was a larger, more noticeable flick of his left ear as he caught the faint tone of Vashni's voice. Tilting his head slightly, blue eyes glanced over his shoulder at the Mawile, brow barely raised with inquisition. The look was fleeting before his eyes were focused ahead once more. Pain was an odd name. Her deeper voice did not bother Azar in the slightest, having come from a pack of Pokemon with rough or rasping voices. Even his own mother had a very unfeminine touch to her voice. Pain, however, seemed like an alias, or perhaps what she hoped would intimidate them or allude to what was to come. He was confident that would never come to pass. His strides slowed to a halt as he raised his head, swiveling his ears forward. Blue eyes focused on the Oranguru that had been lounging around before the four Pokemon invaded. His lips drew back to reveal sharp teeth, a low growl already rumbling in warning to the wild Pokemon. He would have dashed forward right then and there, his typical attack first, ask questions later mentality kicking in. However, Cerin moved first, and the Growlithe's growling ceased in favor of watching the feline's movements. Quick and precise. Impressive.The Oranguru fell without missing a beat as the Purrloin struck the ape. Azar drew closer to inspect the fallen Pokemon, taking a quick sniff before nudging it with his paw. " One hit." His voice rasped from his earlier growl as he pulled his blue eyes from the Oranguru and settled them on the Purrloin, a faint smirk curling on his lips. " Looks like this little kitten has claws." [googlefont="Cormorant+Garamond|Open+Sans+Condensed:300"] |
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Post by Durand Payne on May 7, 2018 2:41:14 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] I'm useless
but not for long
the future
is coming on As they walked, Durand was happy to just be quiet at first. When the Mawile began to speak to her, however, she looked over at him and smirked faintly. "Nah, more like the quiet breath of anxiety or the hiss of withheld discomfort. Just enough to get under your skin without being overtly obvious, maybe." She gave a smile, waiting briefly to see how Vash would react to the semi-weird response. When asked why she'd put up fliers, she offered a light sigh. Clearly, she didn't want to explain, exactly, but she took a deep breath and did so anyway, "I put up the papers asking for help because the last time I entered a dungeon alone, I got attacked twice right after entering and spent the whole time being a little worse-for-wear. I made it out without fainting, but it seemed to make more sense to get a group together rather than risk losing my Poke." She offered a helpless shrug after telling the truth and watched as the fight ensued with the psychic-type. She would have prepared herself similarly to Vash, but Cerin beat her to it. "Wow," she remarked, quiet for a moment before chuckling. "Nice job." This one was a good one to bring along, for sure. Seemingly just by luck too, since he didn't seem to have a flier like the others had. "So, what made you two take my flier? I'm not offering much, so I kind of didn't expect to get help. I was significantly more prepared this time, anyway, but..." She looked interestedly over at Vashni. 4ZJFDCVx1-100 |
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