Post by Clover on Aug 16, 2017 20:48:17 GMT
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total pokeballs: 4
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[PTab=eggs]Species: heatmor
Gender: female
Ability: Gluttony
Moves: hone claws - tackle - incinerate - lick
Mutations: none
Threads to Hatch: 5 -one two three four five
From cutie-pie-fly adoptions (25k specks)
very light mystery egg from inari's special fall event
threads to hatch: 3 -one two? three
pm inari for stats once it's hatched[/PTab]
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pokedex
tm case[/PTab]
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pokeballs gained | pokeballs used |
+5 pokeballs from lab +3 pokeballs from september '17 event | -1 pokeball for carolina reaper the fletchling -1 pokeball for saffron the eevee -1 pokeball for patchouli the audino -1 pokeball for rocoto the darumaka |
total pokeballs: 4
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[PTab=eggs]Species: heatmor
Gender: female
Ability: Gluttony
Moves: hone claws - tackle - incinerate - lick
Mutations: none
Threads to Hatch: 5 -
From cutie-pie-fly adoptions (25k specks)
very light mystery egg from inari's special fall event
threads to hatch: 3 -
pm inari for stats once it's hatched[/PTab]
AUDITION FOR SAFFRON THE EEVEE
Kickstart had always considered himself unstoppable.
Sure, he sometimes tripped over his own paws--or tripped over nothing at all--but that was just because of his age. Once he was older, once he was fully grown, he would be a force to be reckoned with. Back when he had humans nearby, making sure everything was okay, it had been an easy thing to believe. His old trainer had taken excellent care of him and before him, the rangers had always sort of been around to check up on the starter pokemon.
His old trainer and the rangers were all far away now, though. Kickstart didn't have anyone. Kickstart was alone.
And Kickstart was crushing it.
Just then, for example, Kickstart was creeping through one of Rigel City's suburbs, searching for his next target. It didn't take long. Right there, on the edge of one of the many identical driveways, sat a trashcan. This was his favorite day of the week--the day before the trash men came. So many people carted their trashcans out of their garages and set them on the street for the trash men, and it made for such easy pickings. Some people waited until the morning, which wasn't as helpful, but there was always someone who planned ahead.
This particular moonlit trashcan was quite a sight to behold, all tall and square and so full of goodies that the lid couldn't shut all the way. His nose scrunched up and he took a deep whiff. Lots of discarded bread, some fruit... unless his nose deceived him (and it never did) there was even a hot dog or two inside. The thought made his mouth water.
"Come to papa," the Eevee muttered while he crouched down low. His chest brushed the driveway's pavement and his tail flagged high in the air. He moved one paw an inch forward and tensed his muscles. Then, in one not-quite-fluid motion, the young fox leaped forward. He broke into a full sprint, just the way his trainer had always loved, and ran headfirst into the trashcan.
Tackling such a heavy object sent stars whirring around Kickstart's vision but, more importantly, it made the trashcan wobble! He jogged backwards and charged forward in another fearless tackle. He collided with the trashcan once again. It wobbled and quivered, trying to stay upright, until gravity grabbed hold of it. It careened down, crashing into the earth. The lid lurched open as bags of trash pooled out.
The fox's tail wagged victoriously and he hopped toward the fallen prey. He couldn't quite manage to walk in a straight line; Kickstart wasn't surefooted on the very best days, and tackling the trashcan twice had him well and truly dizzy. But he made it to the first bag without too much trouble. He ripped it open with his claws and dug through until he found the first bits of his dinner. His trainer may not have been around anymore, but he'd certainly been right about one thing--knocking into things really did solve problems well.
Admittedly, he missed the company of a trainer. He missed the conversation and the companionship. But he wasn't the sort to succumb to grief. No sir, that wasn't him at all. Kickstart was a survivor. Whether he had a human or not, he was going to be okay. And whether he had a trainer or not, he was going to be a battler. All he needed to do was keep eating like this, so he could get bigger--and once he was bigger, he'd get strong.
"You should try that with a Flare Blitz." The voice pulled Kickstart's attention away from his feast with a start. He swirled around to see who was talking, hackles raised into a snarl. He was young and he was small, but he was also fearless and brave and that food was his. If someone wanted to take it from him, they'd have to be ready to fight.
It wasn't someone who wanted to fight, though. It was a human--a redhaired boy who'd been watching from across the street. And he stayed on that side of the street. Slowly, Kickstart's defensiveness faded away and curiosity took over. "What's... what's Flare Blitz?"
"It's like Tackle on steroids. You get surrounded by fire and then charge at your opponent--or your trashcan, whichever. You'd learn it if you evolved into a Flareon." Kickstart cocked his head to one side while he mulled over the information. "Flame Charge'd work too. It's a little weaker but it speeds you up every time you use it."
Kickstart quivered in excitement. He'd never given much thought to his evolutionary options; that had always seemed a long way off to the fox kit. He also hadn't known moves like Flare Blitz and Flame Charge existed before, either. He started crossing the street, leaving his dinner behind him. He had eaten enough for now and he had more important things to deal with. He sat on his haunches in front of the boy, looking up at him curiously.
"Could I learn Flame Charge as a Flareon, too?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah! You'd need a TM for that one, though."
"And humans... I'd need a human to get a TM."
"That's right, little man. You would." Aiden knelt down to be at eye level with the Eevee. The two looked at each other in silence for a long moment. "You'd need a fire stone, too." Eevee stood up and walked closer. They never verbally agreed on anything; they just understood. Aiden hoisted the Eevee up and grinned at him. "Gotta get you off the garbage diet, too. And I got your back there, dude. I'm a great cook." For the second time that night, Eevee's tail wagged.
Sure, he sometimes tripped over his own paws--or tripped over nothing at all--but that was just because of his age. Once he was older, once he was fully grown, he would be a force to be reckoned with. Back when he had humans nearby, making sure everything was okay, it had been an easy thing to believe. His old trainer had taken excellent care of him and before him, the rangers had always sort of been around to check up on the starter pokemon.
His old trainer and the rangers were all far away now, though. Kickstart didn't have anyone. Kickstart was alone.
And Kickstart was crushing it.
Just then, for example, Kickstart was creeping through one of Rigel City's suburbs, searching for his next target. It didn't take long. Right there, on the edge of one of the many identical driveways, sat a trashcan. This was his favorite day of the week--the day before the trash men came. So many people carted their trashcans out of their garages and set them on the street for the trash men, and it made for such easy pickings. Some people waited until the morning, which wasn't as helpful, but there was always someone who planned ahead.
This particular moonlit trashcan was quite a sight to behold, all tall and square and so full of goodies that the lid couldn't shut all the way. His nose scrunched up and he took a deep whiff. Lots of discarded bread, some fruit... unless his nose deceived him (and it never did) there was even a hot dog or two inside. The thought made his mouth water.
"Come to papa," the Eevee muttered while he crouched down low. His chest brushed the driveway's pavement and his tail flagged high in the air. He moved one paw an inch forward and tensed his muscles. Then, in one not-quite-fluid motion, the young fox leaped forward. He broke into a full sprint, just the way his trainer had always loved, and ran headfirst into the trashcan.
Tackling such a heavy object sent stars whirring around Kickstart's vision but, more importantly, it made the trashcan wobble! He jogged backwards and charged forward in another fearless tackle. He collided with the trashcan once again. It wobbled and quivered, trying to stay upright, until gravity grabbed hold of it. It careened down, crashing into the earth. The lid lurched open as bags of trash pooled out.
The fox's tail wagged victoriously and he hopped toward the fallen prey. He couldn't quite manage to walk in a straight line; Kickstart wasn't surefooted on the very best days, and tackling the trashcan twice had him well and truly dizzy. But he made it to the first bag without too much trouble. He ripped it open with his claws and dug through until he found the first bits of his dinner. His trainer may not have been around anymore, but he'd certainly been right about one thing--knocking into things really did solve problems well.
Admittedly, he missed the company of a trainer. He missed the conversation and the companionship. But he wasn't the sort to succumb to grief. No sir, that wasn't him at all. Kickstart was a survivor. Whether he had a human or not, he was going to be okay. And whether he had a trainer or not, he was going to be a battler. All he needed to do was keep eating like this, so he could get bigger--and once he was bigger, he'd get strong.
"You should try that with a Flare Blitz." The voice pulled Kickstart's attention away from his feast with a start. He swirled around to see who was talking, hackles raised into a snarl. He was young and he was small, but he was also fearless and brave and that food was his. If someone wanted to take it from him, they'd have to be ready to fight.
It wasn't someone who wanted to fight, though. It was a human--a redhaired boy who'd been watching from across the street. And he stayed on that side of the street. Slowly, Kickstart's defensiveness faded away and curiosity took over. "What's... what's Flare Blitz?"
"It's like Tackle on steroids. You get surrounded by fire and then charge at your opponent--or your trashcan, whichever. You'd learn it if you evolved into a Flareon." Kickstart cocked his head to one side while he mulled over the information. "Flame Charge'd work too. It's a little weaker but it speeds you up every time you use it."
Kickstart quivered in excitement. He'd never given much thought to his evolutionary options; that had always seemed a long way off to the fox kit. He also hadn't known moves like Flare Blitz and Flame Charge existed before, either. He started crossing the street, leaving his dinner behind him. He had eaten enough for now and he had more important things to deal with. He sat on his haunches in front of the boy, looking up at him curiously.
"Could I learn Flame Charge as a Flareon, too?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah! You'd need a TM for that one, though."
"And humans... I'd need a human to get a TM."
"That's right, little man. You would." Aiden knelt down to be at eye level with the Eevee. The two looked at each other in silence for a long moment. "You'd need a fire stone, too." Eevee stood up and walked closer. They never verbally agreed on anything; they just understood. Aiden hoisted the Eevee up and grinned at him. "Gotta get you off the garbage diet, too. And I got your back there, dude. I'm a great cook." For the second time that night, Eevee's tail wagged.