Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 21:21:46 GMT
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Summer - 11:00pm
Cygnus Lake was just a side show destination from the mundane path of Route 1. Cello decided to travel at night, a time that didn't consist of young bratty newbies ravaging the high grasses for pokemon. It was a lot quieter and a lot more serene watching the moonlight reflect from the surface of the lake. The eldest Vida was just happy to be out of that simple minded town and away from all its simple minded people. Roma, the only good thing that came out of his stint in Cassiopeia Town (if you can even call it that), waddled next to his trainer in constant irritation. It's been pure hell, and the Popplio was the most difficult pokemon he's ever dealt with. As they walked by the edge of the lake, the sea lion stopped with a huff.
"We are not going through this again." Cello growled. This spoiled behavior was disgusting, and his little protege needed to get the fuck over whatever entitlement he inherited from god knows where. The silver haired man crouched down to face the water pokemon; "So help me Arceus, I will make your life a living hell. You think I want to be in this shitty molehill of a region? Believe it or not, were more alike than you would think." Roma's convinced he's better than everyone, a mentality he and his trainer shared. "<Come an inch closer and I'll ruin that mop you call hair on your head>" the sea lion warned, but the Popplio twitched when he heard a bubbling sound come from the lake.
"I don't know what you just said, but if its backtalk I'm going to kick you right into this fucking swamp!" But the bubbling only got louder, as Roma pointed a flipper to the body of water behind him, nose pinched in horror. "Oh your scared now? You should be." That's when Marcello heard a high shrilled scream, causing the man to whirl around in panic. Not far from them, the water bubbled upwards, creating a geyser that slowly creeped up towards the raven sky. The foam slowly began to take form, becoming a skinny woman with long bubbling hair; "What the fu-" The woman's eyes opened, a demonic black, as another piercing screech seared through Cello and Roma's eardrums. "Run!" The trainer sped off as the Popplio's delayed reaction time caused him to easily fall behind; "<Don't leave me here you ass!>" he barked.
One thing Marcello wasn't aware of, was the possibility that this lake could be cursed by the dead. His grandmother, who read tarot cards and told tales of witches and demons, haunted his childhood. His parents always told him not to believe her overeager beliefs in folklore, but there was something in the way Nonna Vida described such situations. How could he not believe her as a child?
The banshee screeched again, this time releasing several pulsing rings of black purplish energy toward's them. What are you doing Cello, you have a pokemon. Use him! The man whirled around, but screamed as the rings of ghostly power slammed into the ground between Cello and Roma, creating a cloud of dust. Unfortunately for the eldest Vida, the psywave hit a little too close, causing sparks of psychic energy to fall onto him as he fell backwards.
As he tried getting up, Marcello's mind swirled as his line of sight became hazy; all of a sudden, he felt like he was stuck in some sort of time warp, as visions of his past life in Alto Mare suddenly appeared. He witnessed the day he was convicted in court, hauled off by the polizia and the disappointment smeared all over his parents faces. His mother was in tears, and his father turned his cheek in embarrassment. The shame he felt that day became magnified by x10, as he dropped to his knees, his soulless eyes twitching with tears.
Popplio watched from the sidelines as the banshee came towards his trainer, her bubbling hair becoming walls of water that slowly began to encase Cello. For a moment, Roma had the chance to escape and live a new life as a wild pokemon. All he had to do was waddle away and allow the ghost to drown Cello, but despite his spoiled and rotten heart, he couldn't allow his trainer to fall in the hands of a grimy witch. As Cello's body became imprisoned in a sphere of water, the banshee was hit with a high pressured water gun, causing her to fly backwards. "<Back the hell up!>" the Popplio piped.
The water sphere fell into a puddle on the ground, along with Marcello, whose psychic haze quickly evaporated. "Nghuhh...." he moaned as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Mind now clear as crystal, he looked up to the banshee whose watery form foamed away, revealing a angered Misdreavus. "You bitch." Cello stood up, pushing his wet bangs back with his hand; "Your going to regret that...Roma, drown her with water gun!" The Popplio leapt up into the air as he shot another blast of water, hitting the ghost square on, causing her to hit a neighboring tree.
The Misdreavus slumped to the ground, eyes in a slight daze. What this wispy little prick did was unforgivable, and Marcello couldn't think of a worse punishment as he unearthed a pokeball from his knapsack; "Say goodbye to your freedom, honey." he sneered as he launched the spherical device. In a flash the banshee was gone, and it only took two shakes before the pokeball locked his capture in place.
Roma came forward, seeing if his trainer was okay, but tried his best not to show too much care. The adrenaline began to fade as Cello's breathing slowly relaxed. He looked down at the Popplio before turning his head away, slightly embarrassed he needed rescuing; "Thanks for that...I guess." Roma rolled his eyes in expected annoyance; "<Ungrateful ass.>"
Marcello grabbed the pokeball and took a hard deep look at the device; what the hell was this Misdreavus' problem? Why did she try to kill me? he wondered. The vision he saw earlier flashed through his mind, as Cello winced from the painful memory. "Let's get the hell out of here." Cello began to walk ahead, with Roma fast behind him, refusing to be left behind, again.
For the rest of the night, Marcello remained silent.
MISDREAVUS ♀
level 6 - levitate
Cygnus Lake was just a side show destination from the mundane path of Route 1. Cello decided to travel at night, a time that didn't consist of young bratty newbies ravaging the high grasses for pokemon. It was a lot quieter and a lot more serene watching the moonlight reflect from the surface of the lake. The eldest Vida was just happy to be out of that simple minded town and away from all its simple minded people. Roma, the only good thing that came out of his stint in Cassiopeia Town (if you can even call it that), waddled next to his trainer in constant irritation. It's been pure hell, and the Popplio was the most difficult pokemon he's ever dealt with. As they walked by the edge of the lake, the sea lion stopped with a huff.
"We are not going through this again." Cello growled. This spoiled behavior was disgusting, and his little protege needed to get the fuck over whatever entitlement he inherited from god knows where. The silver haired man crouched down to face the water pokemon; "So help me Arceus, I will make your life a living hell. You think I want to be in this shitty molehill of a region? Believe it or not, were more alike than you would think." Roma's convinced he's better than everyone, a mentality he and his trainer shared. "<Come an inch closer and I'll ruin that mop you call hair on your head>" the sea lion warned, but the Popplio twitched when he heard a bubbling sound come from the lake.
"I don't know what you just said, but if its backtalk I'm going to kick you right into this fucking swamp!" But the bubbling only got louder, as Roma pointed a flipper to the body of water behind him, nose pinched in horror. "Oh your scared now? You should be." That's when Marcello heard a high shrilled scream, causing the man to whirl around in panic. Not far from them, the water bubbled upwards, creating a geyser that slowly creeped up towards the raven sky. The foam slowly began to take form, becoming a skinny woman with long bubbling hair; "What the fu-" The woman's eyes opened, a demonic black, as another piercing screech seared through Cello and Roma's eardrums. "Run!" The trainer sped off as the Popplio's delayed reaction time caused him to easily fall behind; "<Don't leave me here you ass!>" he barked.
One thing Marcello wasn't aware of, was the possibility that this lake could be cursed by the dead. His grandmother, who read tarot cards and told tales of witches and demons, haunted his childhood. His parents always told him not to believe her overeager beliefs in folklore, but there was something in the way Nonna Vida described such situations. How could he not believe her as a child?
The banshee screeched again, this time releasing several pulsing rings of black purplish energy toward's them. What are you doing Cello, you have a pokemon. Use him! The man whirled around, but screamed as the rings of ghostly power slammed into the ground between Cello and Roma, creating a cloud of dust. Unfortunately for the eldest Vida, the psywave hit a little too close, causing sparks of psychic energy to fall onto him as he fell backwards.
As he tried getting up, Marcello's mind swirled as his line of sight became hazy; all of a sudden, he felt like he was stuck in some sort of time warp, as visions of his past life in Alto Mare suddenly appeared. He witnessed the day he was convicted in court, hauled off by the polizia and the disappointment smeared all over his parents faces. His mother was in tears, and his father turned his cheek in embarrassment. The shame he felt that day became magnified by x10, as he dropped to his knees, his soulless eyes twitching with tears.
Popplio watched from the sidelines as the banshee came towards his trainer, her bubbling hair becoming walls of water that slowly began to encase Cello. For a moment, Roma had the chance to escape and live a new life as a wild pokemon. All he had to do was waddle away and allow the ghost to drown Cello, but despite his spoiled and rotten heart, he couldn't allow his trainer to fall in the hands of a grimy witch. As Cello's body became imprisoned in a sphere of water, the banshee was hit with a high pressured water gun, causing her to fly backwards. "<Back the hell up!>" the Popplio piped.
The water sphere fell into a puddle on the ground, along with Marcello, whose psychic haze quickly evaporated. "Nghuhh...." he moaned as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Mind now clear as crystal, he looked up to the banshee whose watery form foamed away, revealing a angered Misdreavus. "You bitch." Cello stood up, pushing his wet bangs back with his hand; "Your going to regret that...Roma, drown her with water gun!" The Popplio leapt up into the air as he shot another blast of water, hitting the ghost square on, causing her to hit a neighboring tree.
The Misdreavus slumped to the ground, eyes in a slight daze. What this wispy little prick did was unforgivable, and Marcello couldn't think of a worse punishment as he unearthed a pokeball from his knapsack; "Say goodbye to your freedom, honey." he sneered as he launched the spherical device. In a flash the banshee was gone, and it only took two shakes before the pokeball locked his capture in place.
Roma came forward, seeing if his trainer was okay, but tried his best not to show too much care. The adrenaline began to fade as Cello's breathing slowly relaxed. He looked down at the Popplio before turning his head away, slightly embarrassed he needed rescuing; "Thanks for that...I guess." Roma rolled his eyes in expected annoyance; "<Ungrateful ass.>"
Marcello grabbed the pokeball and took a hard deep look at the device; what the hell was this Misdreavus' problem? Why did she try to kill me? he wondered. The vision he saw earlier flashed through his mind, as Cello winced from the painful memory. "Let's get the hell out of here." Cello began to walk ahead, with Roma fast behind him, refusing to be left behind, again.
For the rest of the night, Marcello remained silent.
MISDREAVUS ♀
level 6 - levitate
Misdreavus is a spirit full of pain and vengeance. She's not afraid to aggressively scare others away or even stoop to violence. Her rage is mainly directed at humans, for she blames them for the loss of a loved one. Afraid to love and afraid to move on, the Midsreavus is a lost soul of emotions trying to find her way back to a slither of happiness. In the wild, many pokemon seek her out at Cygnus Lake, as she has an avid talent of reading their fortunes.
MADE BY VEL OF GS
