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Post by rainy1 on Jan 22, 2012 23:05:34 GMT -5
Out of all places to choose a battle location, it would, of course, be the location where few managed to successfully return from. Then again, the two men that would fight it out to the bitter end were only the best and bravest of men: Harley Dawson and Remy Baudelaire.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly the 'bitter end', but Remy expected a damn good battle from the particular man he was to meet today. He even promised it'd be a date with scented candles and everything just for kicks and grins. After various half-hearted attempts of setting the forest 'accidentally' on fire, Remy eventually gave up on the idea of the scented candles and set up two glasses of fine wine instead. Candles weren't everything, right?
How long had it been since the two of them last met anyway? The pair were very nearly brothers and the history between the two had been long, but not undesired. If anything, Harley was one of few Remy could rely on, and, if there was anything the other needed in return, he was more than happy to be of assistance to the old friend.
Still, as old friends as they may be, Remy called out in joking impatience anyway. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" He scuffed the dirt beneath him with the toe of his boot before circling the forest again. "C'mon, I've got another date in a few! You aren't the only one in my universe, y'know!"
Oh, how Remy was looking forward to this.
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HARLEY DAWSON
PIRATE CAPTAIN
THE NOCTURNE[M:0]
moves like jagger
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Post by HARLEY DAWSON on Jan 22, 2012 23:23:43 GMT -5
     
Harley had his hands secured in his pockets as he walked, the tight leather making the fit between his hands and his thighs quite snug. That was his style, though, and there was no way he'd trade it for something so trivial as "comfort." If he wanted comfort, he'd saunter around naked, but he had tried that before and that night in the slammer had certainly been far from pleasant. This meeting, however, he was sure he'd be just fine walking around naked, but he didn't want to risk it. It had been a while since he'd last seen his old friend Remy... he couldn't help but look forward to their battle. He grinned in eagerness as he neared the forest's center.
He snorted as he heard Remy's voice ahead, rolling his eyes. "Ah, quiet, you." he called back, finally seeing him in view. "What? No candles?" He pouted a little as the man spoke again. "Remy! I'm hurt! And here I was thinking your world revolved entirely around me ~ that'll have to change, wont it?" He grinned and stepped forward before it turned into a soft smile. "God... It's good to see you, man." Really, it was, it had been a while since he had been able to see a friendly face. He opened his arm and slung it around Remy's shoulder, pressing his lips to the captain's temple in a happy greeting.
After stepping back, he crossed his arms and smirked at him. "We'd better be quiet in here. The woman who babysits me won't be too happy to see I snuck out just to see you."
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Post by rainy1 on Jan 22, 2012 23:44:43 GMT -5
      Remy couldn't resist the grin that tugged at the corner of his lips at the sound of Harley's voice. Ah, there was the old friend he knew well! "If you've forgotten, 'quiet' doesn't exist in my vocabulary and I tried the candles, I swear, but I nearly burnt the entire forest down!" He was about to make another snide comment, but the man finally revealed himself and Remy's grin softened into a matching smile. As the man slung an arm around his shoulders, Remy only imitated the gesture and clapped a hand onto his back in friendly affection. There was the slightest of smiles as his temple was met with a sweet greeting and he finally spoke, "Right back at ya', man."Remy only raised an eyebrow at the mention of a woman. Giving a slight shrug, he stuck his hands into his pockets, but the mention of the particular woman sounded familiar to him. "Wait, her name's ...Hurricane, wasn't it? No? Tornado? It was something stormy. ...Tsunami?""In any case, consider me honored. Imagine that, the great Harley Dawson sneaking out to see little old me," he grinned. "And not to mention, whipped by a mere woman of all things! The horror!"   EAMES THE SWELLOW
aerial ace, pluck, agility, wing attack
fly, facade
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HARLEY DAWSON
PIRATE CAPTAIN
THE NOCTURNE[M:0]
moves like jagger
Posts: 28
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Post by HARLEY DAWSON on Jan 23, 2012 0:59:37 GMT -5
Harley let out a shocked snort at Remy's comment, having to cover his mouth. "Oh my God. You'd better not ever meet her if you want to keep your ballsack there, Rem," he snickered, staring at him. "It's Tempest, by the w-- hey, what?! I'm not whipped by a girl! I'm not whipped at all! I'm never whipped! Well, may-- you know what, fuck you!" he barked, clearly quite flustered but still having a grin on his face. "Okay, okay, enough of that." He took out a ball capsule and tossed it in the air, revealing his first pick. "We can catch up after my team stops bothering me about getting exercise." With a wink, he crossed his arms over his chest once more as Yamaha entered. She brandished her horn from side to side and letting out a few battle snorts. She was always trying to be intimidating... because her horn blades were shaped like hearts, she never got the respect that she craved. Poor girl.
He grinned at the familiar face of the Swellow, giving the bird type a nod. "I feel so lonely, the only captain without an actual bird on his arm." Ah well, Crobat was certainly enough for him. "All right, Yamaha, you ready?" The Heracross tossed her head and stomped at the ground in agreement. "A'ight! Rock slide and endure!" He knew sending a bug and fighting type against a flying one was near suicide, but he wanted to prove his Heracross could still hold her own against Remy's team. He was grinning in excitement, waiting eagerly for Remy to make his move.
Yamaha picked up her hands before sweeping them down, sending a barrage of rock slide down onto her foe. Immediately after, she tightened her focus and braced herself in endure in case the Swellow tried to attack.
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night slash, aerial ace, close combat, endure
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Post by rainy1 on Jan 23, 2012 1:31:21 GMT -5
Remy was briefly startled at the sound of the shocked snort. "What? Was it something I said--" Ah. So that was what her name was! Tempest! He'd have to commit that one to memory. After all, he was rather fond of his ballsack. "Ah, Tempest. Tsunami, Tempest ...same difference," he rolled his eyes, but he wore a grin on his face to show that he was only teasing. "You, my man, are totally whipped," he grinned most deviously. "We definitely have tons of catching up to do, old friend."Eames, the bird of reason, merely returned the nod with one of his own and, being the gentleman he was, he gave a polite bow to his lady opponent. Remy, on the other hand, was not as polite. "Ah, I missed your cute heart-brandishing bug thing!" He beamed brilliantly, obviously pleased to see the familiar Heracross. "Did you miss me, Yamah-- oh, shi--" The battle had already begun and Remy could see the tumble of rocks sweeping down towards his gentleman, Eames. Still, he really did admire Harley's choice to deliberately select a bug type against his Eames. He'd have to be wary of whatever tricks Harley had up his sleeve! "Quick, Eames! Aerial ace and then fly!"In the blink of an eye, the flying type flew into action as it worked to slam into his poor lady opponent with gleaming talons, but the command was too lately given to avoid the swift sweep of rocks and, as Eames flew towards the sky, he collided with various stones and rocks before finally reaching his destination in the free sky. EAMES THE SWELLOW level 44 • guts • male
aerial ace, pluck, agility, wing attack
fly, facade
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PIRATE CAPTAIN
THE NOCTURNE[M:0]
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Post by HARLEY DAWSON on Jan 24, 2012 12:06:17 GMT -5
Harley couldn't help but laugh at Remy's antics, shaking his head and keeping his hands rested on his hips. "Aye, sure, just try saying that to her face~" he teased, tilting his head before his eyes rolled. "Ugh! No, shut up, you. I'm sure as hell not whipped." He practically puffed his cheeks in his stubborn little fit, but refrained from it. He didn't want to look like a two year old... for once. "But you're right, I'll at least stay for dinner." He winked before grinning, taking a step back and looking back at the battle. "Be careful, Yamaha's a bit sensitive still about that!" he called out to Remy. The Heracross hissed in righteous indignation at the name calling, pawing at the ground with her stub-like feet.
Harley bit his lip as the Swellow was bombarded with rocks crashing into his sleek frame. He had always admired the way Remy had raised his Pokemon... they all looked not only healthy, but in their prime even when they might not have been. Yamaha was already at low health, she surely wouldn't stay conscious much longer... and the fly attack wasn't going to help at all. "Again, Yama!" The Heracross hissed and braced herself in endure, waiting for the Swellow to swoop into her -- at that close range, the aerial ace she would use herself would surely hit... but it was her last shot before she fell.
[/justify] YAMAHA THE HERACROSS level 45 • moxie • female
night slash, aerial ace, close combat, endure
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Post by rainy1 on Jan 24, 2012 19:59:23 GMT -5
The captain could only grin in reply. Waving his hands in mock surrender, he teased, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Dawson." He returned the wink with one of his own, "It's a date -- oh?" The devious expression on his face softened to a sheepish smile. "Yamaha's still not very fond of me, is she? I'm pretty sure she's much cuter from the last time I saw her!" He beamed and it was the truth: he was incredibly enamored with the lady beetle. He always did admire her tenacity.
Even now, as she was being bombarded by a type weakness, Remy had to admire her endurance as he called out another attack. He called towards the dark figure in the sky, "Aerial ace after, Eames!"
And in the second part of fly, the Swellow swooped in from its perch in the heavens with the force and velocity it could muster even if the Heracross would survive yet. The other captain had timed his attack rather nicely and the flying type was struck with the aerial ace before retaliating with one of his own.
EAMES THE SWELLOW level 44 • guts • male
aerial ace, pluck, agility, wing attack
fly, facade
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THE NOCTURNE[M:0]
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Post by HARLEY DAWSON on Jan 26, 2012 3:03:19 GMT -5
Harley let out a gentle chuckle at Remy, shaking his head and letting his eyes roll softly. "I doubt she really appreciates the term 'cute', especially coming from you," he quipped with a grin, his hands slipping into his back pockets on his pants. Yamaha let out a hiss once more and squeezed her claws together. "She missed you too, I could tell ya that~" The Heracross stared over her shoulder with a death glare. He wasn't supposed to know that! Her look only made Harley laugh more, giving Remy a sheepish looking shrug.
Both Yamaha and Harley knew that the battle would be over as soon as the Swellow flew down to make his attack. They both were fairly proud, though, seeing as they had cut down a Swellow to lower health without giving in. "Good job, Yamaha! Now be noble!" A noble Pokemon didn't run when things looked bleak -- she took the hit with gusto, staggering backwards before letting out a final hiss of defeat and falling on her side. "Eames is still as sleek and strong as ever!" Harley complimented, grinning at Remy and calling Yamaha back. "Now, Scorpa, the floor's yours!" He sent out his Gengar, who let out a chuckle and -- upon recognizing Remy -- circled around the other pirate captain's head with glinting red eyes.
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Post by rainy1 on Jan 27, 2012 19:04:15 GMT -5
Softly chuckling, Remy shook his head in reply, his dark hair brushing against his smooth forehead. "Nonsense!" exclaimed the captain, "A lady never refuses her compliments." Grinning, he folded his arms against his chest in a comfortable sort of position, but despite his casual position, he was completely on his guard. After all, a battle was a battle! Nevertheless, a short bark of laughter did manage to bypass his silenced lips at the death glare and Remy couldn't help but reply. "It's okay. Everyone always misses me. I'm the life of the party. It must've been very hard to bear life without me." He only shrugged as if he did happen to be truly apologetic over his absence.
Landing perfectly on Remy's shoulder, Eames took a delicate bow at the much appreciated compliment and cawed softly to show his appreciation. What a nice man! The Swellow did happen to be fond of Harley very much after all. He turned his attention to his captain's voice as the man returned the compliment directed to his lady opponent. "Yamaha's tenacity is to be most admired," the man remarked with a proud grin, and Eames had thoroughly agreed. Who would Harley send out next to fight?
...Ah. ...Scorpa. Remy only grinned, pleased to see an old face. "Still the same, I presume, Scorpa?" He returned his attention to the bird on his shoulder as he watched it soar into the safety of the heavens. "Good thinking, Eames. Best be on your guard now! Aerial ace and fly."
The Swellow was definitely wary of the ghost pokemon. He recalled the familiar face himself and immediately, he retreated from the heavens towards the Gengar for a wicked slash of his talons at near lightning speed before returning to his place in the sky, awaiting the precise moment to strike.
EAMES THE SWELLOW level 44 • guts • male
aerial ace, pluck, agility, wing attack
fly, facade
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PIRATE CAPTAIN
THE NOCTURNE[M:0]
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Post by HARLEY DAWSON on Jan 31, 2012 0:42:48 GMT -5
Harley grinned and sighed happily, beaming with pride at the compliments his Heracross was receiving. He nodded back respectfully to Eames with a smile on his face. "Your Eames is just as regal as ever as well~" he responded quietly, his hands moving to his back pockets once more as he stood in place. Now the interesting parts would begin... Remy called out his next attack, making Har's eyes dart to the now airborne swellow. Scorpa snickered a little and already began to prepare his attack, his arm turning purple. "Careful, Scorpa! Watch out for his talons, aye!" Harley called. Scorpa was able to heed his warning, but there was no way for him to dodge the aerial ace that slashed up his body. But he was ready.
With his purpled arm, the Gengar lunged a ball of sludge at the swellow, the sludge bomb aimed right for the creature's regal looking chest. Oh, that oughta put a knock in the bird! The ghost type snickered a little, floating as he waited for the swellow to come back down to earth again so he could attack once more.
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hypnosis, curse, shadow ball, sucker punch
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