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Post by FINNIKIN DARE on Jan 23, 2012 1:30:24 GMT -5
being a royal guard had it perks, certainly. the prestige came with the name, as did the admiration and fear from the common people, pirates and aristocrats alike. the trusted position so close to the life of a dictator was both dangerous and thrilling, but that was not what excited finnikin dare most. the best part about his high-stakes position was the loot he received. he had taken the chance to attach himself to the wheel of one of the smaller royal guard airships and taking to the skies. after all, he had trained for years, killed his fair share of pirates and pondscum, lied, cheated, stolen and bribed his life away. he deserved such liberties, surely. in any case, up here in the open sky it was just himself and his pokemon, and the myriad flocks of wild birds who winged their way past, and that was the way he liked it. with a grin, he looked about their feathered companions, as if trying to choose which he would like to have for himself. bird types were his secret joy; electric types held his highest regard for their good looks, strength and speed, but bird types - even though it was not even remotely cool - were his definitely favourites. and with a team predominantly electrified, he could easily gather a few more for his private collection, and perhaps even get to like them. with a smirk, he pulled out a pokeball from his bag and held it in his hands, looking resolutely out across the small, one-man-ship as he called out, " out you come, dash!" and releasing the small, chattery pikachu. looking around with a grin, the wind fluttering in his slightly longer than average hair, finn waited to see which of the majestic birds keeping pace with his tiny airship would swoop down and give him a run for his money. with a pikachu out, and three other electric types on the wings, he wouldn't have much trouble, surely, but he was never one to count his chickens before they hatched. occasionally you'd just have eggs, and if the people you were selling them to wanted chickens, then you were dead. and in a roundabout way, finnikin desperately wanted chickens, and no eggs. because dead finnikin was something living finnikin wanted to avoid at all costs. shaking his head to rid it of the morbid thought, he gripped the wheel and shouted to the skies, " come on, you lot! get your act together!"   DASH THE PIKACHU
agility, thunder wave, slam, thunderbolt
thunder, swagger
held item: light ball
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Post by WILD POKEMON ENCOUNTER on Jan 23, 2012 10:17:46 GMT -5
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Post by FINNIKIN DARE on Jan 23, 2012 18:33:59 GMT -5
hearing the pidgeot's cry strike the air and cleave it in twain, finnikin clapped his hands together with glee. a pidgeot, what a regal looking bird! but with a frown he realised - he would feel like a traitor to his own pidgeotto, myrtle, if he replaced her with an entirely new, but stronger pokemon. he was torn between power and beauty, and love and respect. never mind that though, there was a battle to be had. dash, surrounded by feathers that caught him off-guard, was almost thrown off the deck of the ship, but a quick cry from finnikin of " use agility!" pulled him back to earth - or sky, technically. hanging with a tight grip, he swung himself back up and dashed about the deck like his namesake, almost too fast for the naked eye to see, though he didn't doubt the pidgeot's keen eye could keep track of the frantic movements. dash shook his yellow fur and a determined look overtook his face, red cheeks sparking electricity. he knew this ship like the back of his hand, he was not going to be blown off of it while he could still remember where the ropes and ledges he could hang on to were. finnikin, hands gripping the wheel tighter in his excitement, made sure he was not about to fly into a giant pirate ship and shouted above the wind, " now swagger!" dash puffed out his chest and took three big, loping steps towards the bird, preening his fur and looking all the world like this battle was a piece of cake. hopefully, the warlike pidgeot would become so enraged by the little pikachu's show of defiance, it would lose accuracy in favour of brute force and maybe even miss its next attack. DASH THE PIKACHU level 36 • static • male
agility, thunder wave, slam, thunderbolt
thunder, swagger
held item: light ball
has lowered attack
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Post by WILD POKEMON ENCOUNTER on Jan 24, 2012 11:59:15 GMT -5
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Post by FINNIKIN DARE on Jan 24, 2012 20:16:53 GMT -5
finn took the pidgeot's screech as a cry of challenge and he laughed in the face of it, despite the way he noticed his pikachu kind of shivered at the terrifying sound as it rent the air. dash would just have to cope. he knew that in the wild the tiny mouse might have been technically the pidgeot's desired lunch menu, but that was in the wild and not up here in the sky. finn was halfway through a sentence of praise at the success of dash's swagger when suddenly a twister of wind, leaves and other debris whipped his words away from him and hit dash full in the face. moaning a little, the pikachu pulled his ears over his eyes and mewed, "pikaa..." finn, torn between winning this battle and caring about his pikachu's sore cheeks, chose the former. he wasn't totally heartless, but he knew dash would get over it soon and he needed to be pushed towards it. with a quick glance at pikachu's current state, he decided that the less accurate but stronger thunder was not a good option, preferring instead the reliable thunderbolt. "get up, come on! thunder wave, then a thunderbolt!" the beleaguered pikachu acquiesced, sending a bunch of sparking electricity towards the bird, hoping to get into his feathers and bring him crashing to the ground, arcing little electrical impulses. paralysis was a terrible affliction, and finn loved the way it rendered a foe slow and almost totally at his control. straight away, dash concentrated hard and gathered the electricity from the sky around them into the red sacs on his cheeks, releasing it with a harsh cry of "piikaaachuu!
[/i]" hopefully that kind of powerful move would bring this bird's pride down a few pegs and maybe, just maybe, he could add this regal, majestic creature to his collection. he might even make a good profit in a trade, were he to be soppy and romantic and prefer to keep his own pidgeotto in favour of the pidgeot. but that was all up to him in the future, and not even finn knew how finn was going to act in the future. DASH THE PIKACHU level 36 • static • male
agility, thunder wave, slam, thunderbolt
thunder, swagger
held item: light ball
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Post by WILD POKEMON ENCOUNTER on Jan 26, 2012 3:07:32 GMT -5
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Post by FINNIKIN DARE on Jan 27, 2012 19:28:59 GMT -5
the battle was going splendidly, exactly how finnikin could have wanted it to go. he wouldn't have changed it if he could. watching the pidgeot fly about, confused and paralysed and clearly not enjoying himself one bit, he called dash towards him, rubbing the tiny mouse's head and ruffling the fur there, muttering soft praise in his direction. " go get 'em, dash! use agility again, then hit him with a thunder!" he was excited to get this bird down and into his possession; the way it had fought was powerful and impeccable, and he was being more than sorely tempted to abandon his pidgeotto myrtle in favour of this big, bad bird pokemon. the more he became impressed by the pidgeot, the more his guilt went away. thunder was undoubtedly dash's strongest move, but it had not yet been perfected and finnikin worried the tiny, chattery electric type wouldn't be able to handle it. but as the pidgeot was clearly not in a state to fight back with any great intensity. dashing about the deck faster than his eyes could follow, finnikin's pikachu ran circles around the pidgeot, stopping just in front of him to gather up the remnant electricity in the air into the sacs on his cheeks. it took a little time to get the power he needed, and while he did so he was vulnerable. with a fierce yell, the pikachu released all the power in the form of five lightning bolts bearing down from the sky, and sat back on his haunches, panting. " good stuff, dash," finnikin said, but his eyes were on the pidgeot. he couldn't see - the air was full of clouds and electricity. had the attack hit? or was dash just not strong enough yet for the job? DASH THE PIKACHU level 36 • static • male
agility, thunder wave, slam, thunderbolt
thunder, swagger
held item: light ball
has lowered attack
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