Fragile [capture]

[EMI LANTUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://content.mycutegraphics.com/backgrounds/black/blackbg4.gif); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] Where do I go? If you have never tried then you will never know Emi lounged quietly, stretching against the soft cotton fabric of her beach chair. She'd been doing a lot of thinking lately... she still hadn't managed to catch another pokemon, unsure of what she wanted to specialize in. Sure, she'd be breeding as many pokemon as possible, but her mother had always been credited with being the "master-of-psychic-types", if you had a need for a pokemon with credentials, moves, and ancestry off the charts-you went to Emily Lantus. If you needed fire-types, there was her grandfather in Johto, if you had a hankering for fighting or grass there was her uncle. She was already sure of the direction Eri was going in-specializing in breeding fire and fighting types with amazing moves. Herself? Well, her passions lied in all pokemon, but being a jack-of-all-trades lent an air of... lack of professionalism. Everyone big knew that breeders couldn't perfect all types of pokemon, simply because pokemon were so... different from type to type, pokemon to pokemon. She rolled over in her beach chair, absently gazing at her starter. Normal-types were the hardest breed to master, she considered, though her mother had given her the happiny for more reasons than to offer her an idea of what to specialize in. Even when the wonderful woman had been alive, Emi hadn't had much of an idea. She just loved all pokemon. Neve was creating a sand-castle, mimicking a few of the older water-types on the beach, happily pressing colorful shells into her rather lumpy creation. She made small tut-tut noises, searching around for shells near her. Emi found one near her, and mumbled, "Here Neve'." The normal-type cheered slightly, and took the shell. As her starter went about crafting more of the lumpy castle, Emi cast her gaze across the beach. She heard noises that didn't seem quite right, a few loud screeches and something that sounded rather like... Neve burst into a loud cry of distress that startled Emi into looking at her. Next to her was not one pokemon, but two. A tiny creature was kicking at the castle Neve had made, a smirk on his face. Emi jumped into action, scooping Neve up away from him and nudging the mystery pokemon with her foot. "Hey." She said, with a stare that would of frozen any other creature, "The hell are you doing?" Wild Poliwag has appeared! Wild Poliwag is causing trouble! The poliwag smiled sheepishly, as if it was about to offer a bit of condolence. Then it decided to blow several large bubbles at both Neve and Emi. They hit Emi rather squarely, dousing her sun-dress and exposing her red bikini, and she couldn't manage to hold onto her saddened Happiny. Neve toppled to the ground, and the Poliwag snickered at them. He then began to run as fast as he could away from him. Emi was not one to get mad. Neve was once again crying, hugging the egg in her pouch and sobbing, obviously worried the monster had perhaps cracked her egg. But no-one, no-one, made Neve break down into tears like that. "Neve, Neve, calm down baby." She leaned down and patted the creature, "Let me see, honey." The little creature eventually let her pick her up and look her over, from back to pouch, "See? Your egg is okay." Emi looked about the beach, a rough noise escaping her throat, "What says we teach that hooligan something about manners?" Neve sniffled, but eventually nodded. Emi carried her, jogging calmly over to where the Poliwag was tormenting a group of sandcastle building kids. They were about as pleased as Neve had been. "Hey! You!" Emi shouted at it, letting Neve hop down out of her arms. It seemed to notice them and looked someone surprised, even a bit frightful. "Don't you know not to bug things twice your size?" Neve was already on the war path. “Happpp!” <You meanie!> Neve waggled her hand at the creature, a furious look upon her face. Metronome could be dangerous, very dangerous. Luckily, it was in these times that righteous justice prevailed, and the world decided to right all wrongs. The earth beneath the little creatures’ feet rumbled dangerously, the sand beneath him shaking violently. From the earth, great rocks dislodged themselves from the sand, leaving it to collapse and try to fill the spaces they’d left, and the little blue rascal fell into a sudden sandpit. Neve wasn’t done, as she waved her finger-the rocks tumbled down on him. Magnitude Six. It was rather devastating on the beach, but the Poliwag didn’t look too worse for the wear, simply stuck in a large pit and irritated. “Have you learned your lesson, little scamp?” Emi stood over the pit, a soft and stern look upon her face. The water-type stuck his tongue out at Emi, leaving her to huff slightly. “Neve, just-just hit him with something else.” She waved her hand in aspiration, noting that she had quite the gathering of children watching the rather one-sided battle. The little normal-type nodded, puffing up her cheeks. The Poliwag squirmed slightly in the pit, staring up in defiance. “Pollliiii!” It growled at them, watching Neve carefully. Neve coughed something up, a nasty looking burst of flying cottony things. It reminded Emi of a dandelion weed bits flowing in the wind after having been plucked up by a child, and she watched it float down towards the Poliwag. The little tyke seemed to think nothing of it, it was as if he couldn’t even see the ... the spores, He breathed whatever they were in deep, and she saw him twitch. “... was that Spore, Neve?” Her baby let out a little twitter and twirled, her own way of saying she didn’t know, she just knew it was cool. “...” Emi toyed with her beach bag for a minute, before pulling a pokeball out. Paralyzed, the little water-type couldn’t struggle or panic, but Emi saw it in his eyes. Sighing, she fiddled with her pokeball, before scowling slightly. Technically, if a wild-pokemon was messing with trainers and their pokemon on the beach, it either had some personality problems, territory issues, or it wanted deep down to be a part of something more than it was. It might missed all it’s brothers and sisters that had once lived on the beach, that had been snatched up by trainers, maybe it was revenge for them. Emi didn’t know. She just knew it would be better off away from the beach and in her care, rather than ending up rotting in someone’s pc box because of his nature and attitude. Her mother had always said, that the troubled pokemon were worth their trouble. They had something to offer, spunk and vigor that trainers loved in their pokemon... they even offered better lineage at times. Squeezing her eyes closed, she tossed her pokeball. Neve crossed her metaphysical fingers, hoping the best for her mommy’s luck. The pokeball hit the poliwag with a solid thunk, and a red light enveloped him. Peeking with one eye, Emi watched it waver back and forth, and silently she murmured a prayer. Arceus. Let me have this one. How long do I have to climb Up on this side of this mountain of mine?

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[♛CAPTAIN]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style, width: 300px, btable] <Nickname> Poliwag Type: Water Level: 005 Nature: Sassy Ability: <Your Choice> Gender: Male Moves: Water Sport, Bubble, Water Pulse

The Poliwag was hardly given any chance to have attacked that trainer and her pokémon. When it was about to give off a good Bubble attack, but felt compelled to stick its tongue about instead as a form of mockery. Though, that was a bad idea since now he was paralyzed and stuck. It was fully aware of its surroundings of course, and nothing would bother it more when it is at the merry of the trainer. Most of its friends have left with trainers already - would he tag along and be able to friend his friends someday? Well, it's up to the trainer if she wanted to throw that pokéball. Thunk. It was suddenly in the pokéball - surprised and had started to try to struggle - it wasn't done with its decision making yet! Of course, when paralyzed it can d pretty much nothing. The the light at the heart of the pokéball flicked one... twince... and then the third time until it stopped completely.

CAPTURED