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Post by taran on Apr 14, 2012 15:20:34 GMT -5
 dress me up in bubbles, baby* * * Sodalite Town was known for being one of the calmer, more refreshing towns in the realm of Bosena, with its seaside charm and the waves lapping up on the shores. It combined all the charms of a small town with a resort town, with many tourists who flew through the area on their whirlwind adventures. Though most of the actual residents of Sodalite Town were sailors and seafarers, there was the occasional person like Taran Rouge, the town's resident breeder, one of the faces of the Pergure organization, and all-around good gentleman. On first appearance, of course.
Taran found himself on the western shores of Sodalite Town, near a small resort that promised fun, sun, and surf for all of the people and Pokemon who visited it. The white sand soaked up plenty of heat from the midday sun, which, combined with the light breeze, made it perfect beach weather. Taran had to go for about a mile along the coast to find a relatively unpopulated stretch of beach, and even then, he could hear the sounds of revelry every so often over waves crashing on the shore. Taran wanted privacy on the beach, but he knew he'd have to just deal with the encroaching people. Their Pokemon usually had more of a respect for the landscape than they did, anyways.
With Taran was his Cottonee, Cono, who, for whatever reason, had a huge problem staying in its Pokeball and preferred to float freely in the breeze. The breeze was having its way with Cono today, flinging him back and forth and up and down and into the water and out of the water. Taran would've stepped in if Cono seemed to be in pain, but the hyperactive Pokemon was having the time of its life. At least someone was, right?
Taran, despite being polite and collected in public, was really starting to become annoyed with his surroundings. He was a popular breeder, and he did have steady employment as a Team Pergure breeder, going so far as to know about their plans for economic dominance. But the problems that people brought to him, the ones that plagued him, were so... so... mundane. There was the eternal issue of Amber Yu, the woman poised to take over his family's Beauty Parlor, and, not very coincidentally, the woman everyone wanted him to marry. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Then there was the issue of the two Pokemon he carried with him at all times, Snearah and Cono. People suggested to him that they should be stronger, but Taran loathed Training, almost as much as he loathed Coordinating, Rangers, and basically anyone who didn't breed Pokemon.
Because he was sick of people bothering him at his breeding ranch, Taran took the day off and went to the beach. It wasn't helping his nerves any, but at least Coro was getting exercise. * * * save me from the troubles of my old skinlyrics // everybody wants somebody // patrick stump
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Post by ophelia sharper on Apr 15, 2012 23:56:22 GMT -5
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WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES.
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❚ SHE ADORED RUNNING [/color] every since she was little. Well, littler. It had always been a great stress-reliever. And while she didn't have the clean-enough slate to run track at school, as detention always did keep her too busy for such things, that didn't mean she didn't know she was the strongest in the sport. Now, as she ran along the coast of the beach, the surf rhythmically brushing against her ankles, it felt like the waves were running with her. Ophelia had no intention to swim, even if she had her suit and cover-up on. No, she was here to train. A beach environment, a new environment, was just what her team needed! Something fresh! So with Merle and Cheveyo beside her, they all exercised together. If only Ophey had a whistle she could toot in time like a military officer, as that's what she sounded like when she yelled at the two of them. "Merle, keep up the flapping! I want to see you sweat! More stamina, more agility! And Chev, you lazy ass, don't just hover there! Move it!!!" The bird pokemon obeyed orders efficiently, but the ghost pokemon only rolled his eyes at his trainer's nagging voice. She ran a bit faster then to test them, keeping her breathing steady, while in her head she counted her steps one two three four, one two three four, one two three-- The pale girl raised a snow white eyebrow at the sight of some weird fluffy pokemon frolicking in the surf. It was right in her path, but she was surely quick enough to run around it. If she wanted to, that is. A small cackle escaped her lips at the idea of stepping on it to get an extra bounce in her step, but no, she'd never do such a thing. Besides, the creature was cute, so she ran around it, but her pokemon weren't so easily able to ignore the new source of prey. While Merle kept flapping, too preoccupied with the soreness of his wings to deal with the hyperactive strange pokemon, Cheveyo smirked in glee and slowed down to turn invisible. The next second, it reappeared in front of the Cottonee and gave it's best scary face it could make in order to frighten the poor thing. After that, Chev licked it across the face. Ophelia didn't even realize that this was going on until she heard his maniacle laughter from behind her, something that sounded like "Ga-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahstly". She spun on her heel to view the scene, and immediately clenched her fists, "You idiot!" Add this instance to the many times where Ophelia Sharper had wished she could punch a ghost pokemon. [/div] [/td][/tr] [/table] [/center] |
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Post by taran on Apr 16, 2012 12:34:14 GMT -5
dress me up in bubbles, baby * * * As Taran expected, the relative quiet of this section of beach wasn't destined to last long. One of these days, he was going to just move to his breeding ranch and not let anyone live within a mile of him. Pergure executives would come to visit when they needed something, and he'd avoid people like this obnoxious trainer, running around with her two Pokemon - one was a rather large Ghastly, the other an obviously tired Murkrow. Seeing the Murkrow fly around, exhausted and unfocused, greatly distressed Taran. That was no way to train a Pokemon. His attention focused to the woman responsible, and he was not surprised to find that she was a teenager, short and thin, with the kind of appearance that suggested she wanted to look scarier than she was. Her curtain of silver hair fluttered around her as she demanded that her Pokemon, ahem, move their asses. No refinery here. Taran didn't know why he expected anything different. All trainers were, generally, the same - violent and completely incapable of understanding their own Pokemon.
Unfortunately, Cono's energy didn't keep him tethered to Taran's side of the beach, and, floating around on the sand and letting the wind take and carry him attracted the attention of the Ghastly. Cono didn't see the Ghastly turn invisible -
Taran immediately sprung into action, jumping off the sand and trying to run, in his rolled-up slacks, towards the beach. He was too late though. The Ghastly scared the living daylights out of Cono before licking it. Cono froze in midair before landing with a dainty splash into the ocean, shaking in fear and, most likely, paralysis. Taran jumped into the beach water, hearing the female trainer begin to chew out her own Pokemon before being totally submerged. Cono continued to float on the surface, so finding the Grass Pokemon wasn't hard. Taran scooped him up and held it close to him, trudging, soaking wet, out of the ocean.
He didn't even bother to see what the female trainer was doing to chastise her Pokemon. Between the exhausted Murkrow and the completely out-of-control Ghastly, Taran was pretty much sold on the fact that this woman was incredibly incompetent. Team Pergure needed to get on with reducing their numbers post haste.
"You should pay more attention to your Pokemon," Taran said, his voice even despite being obviously annoyed. It was a miracle he didn't lose his glasses in the surf, honestly. "Not only is your Ghastly completely out of its mind, your Murkrow looks ready to keel over." * * * save me from the troubles of my old skinlyrics // everybody wants somebody // patrick stump
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