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Post by RE on Jul 13, 2012 15:35:34 GMT -4
We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves WORD COUNT: 153 PKMN: SIX ONE LAST THING: NOTES:
If Six's eyes weren't stuck ina permenant squint they would've bugged out of thier sockets at the woman, as she picked him up without any signs of wanting to before hand. She cradled him as if he two were a small child like those he had seen thorught the day being nurtured by their mothers and fathers alike.
Finally snapping from her starstuck high slowly her glazed over eyes shyly watched as the beautiful drag queen craddled and cooed over her darling Six the smile on her face was a familliar site, the same she had warn when she had recieved him from the lab back in Winchester. "His name is Six like the number. He is very precious isn't he?" she felt very confident now that the flatterey never ceased to end with this parade marshall.
Six Squirmed in her hands feeling a little uncomfortable being away from Taro for so long.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 14, 2012 3:15:47 GMT -4
ELLIS' GLAMEOW: LEIGH Female Level 7 LIMBER & OWN TEMPO Fake Out -- Scratch---
"Six?" the drag queen asked, quizzical. "Why Six?" Before Taro could get in a response however, the transvestite glanced down at the wriggling cyndaquil and grinned. "Oh, it doesn't matter. He's the cutest, really." Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Oh, you know what we should to to properly celebrate this event? We should have a battle. It'll be fun!" With this said, he thrust Six back into Taro's arms and summoned his own pokemon, dislodging a pokeball from the front of his dress and pressing the release button on the capsule, a small glameow appearing in front of the two of them in a blinding flash of light. The look the pokemon gave Taro was cold enough to chill flowing blood. The glameow's judgmental gaze flicked to Six automatically, and the expression on her face remained, unimpressed.
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Post by RE on Jul 14, 2012 20:38:30 GMT -4
We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves WORD COUNT: 271 PKMN: SIX ONE LAST THING: EXP:
“What’s wrong with my name?” Six called up to the woman only to have her move with such fluidity he was suddenly returned to Taro who was warm, gentle, and smelled like soft pine much less overpowering than the perfume that engulfed the woman’s arms he had been snatched into moments before. Taro held her pokemon close to her chest flattered still but this was getting a little out of hand.
The next thing she knew the woman had challenged her to a battle! The glameow to say the least was as diva-licous as her master ‘If looks could kill well wed be dead’ she thought at the pokemon before her gave a look of complete disgust she wasn’t at all impressed in the least. Six was a little confused as if the feline had already used intimidate or leer on him before he even took a step. He looked up to Taro who seem to be debating this whole thing “Shall we show them how cute I am then?” he asked plainly a tiny giggle left his trainers lips as she set him down pulling her beanie up like that Famous trainer from long ago, taking a stance with great bravado stood at the ready. “Challenge accepted My Queen I would be honoured! Shall I go first? Oh how nice of you Six use leer then doing a running tackle into her glameow!”
“GOT IT!” he shouted leaping into gear unlike his foe he unleashed a real leer to match that of the look he was given earlier, as commanded he did a running tackle towards the bored looking feline.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 16, 2012 0:32:18 GMT -4
ELLIS' GLAMEOW: LEIGH Female Level 7 LIMBER & OWN TEMPO Fake Out -- Scratch---
The glameow easily side-stepped the oncoming tackle, the expression of boredom still fixated on her glamorous features. The drag queen had backpedaled far enough to give his pokemon substantial room to battle properly. A ring of spectators had formed around the spectacle, further outlining the boundaries that the pokemon had to work with. The glameow's sinuous tail lashed to and fro, delicately curving and winding upon itself as the feline turned and casually circled her prey, sleek muscle betraying the gloss of her silky smooth coat. She was built not only for show, but for battle. Without any conceivable warning (and without her trainer's direction), the glameow suddenly dashed towards her opponent, bored expression belying her furious movements as she abruptly swiped at her opponent's face to see how he would react. "Oh, pumpkinpie! Don't toy with him!" The glameow's trainer scolded, giggling girlishly. "You know how rude it is to toy with people." He smiled at Taro. "Isn't she just the silliest thing?"
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Post by RE on Aug 5, 2012 22:21:15 GMT -4
We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves WORD COUNT: 247 PKMN: SIX ONE LAST THING: EXP:
Taro watched at the glameow reacted as if nothing had happened. As if Six's running was simply a form of exersice which was a far cry from her eccentric trainer. Quite the glamourous creature this feline was Taro quickly pulled out her camera to snap a picture of the pretty pokemon. Waiting to see what Six would do in reply to the glameow.
He didn't like this cat, or her game of 'I'm better than you.' as the feline had easily dogded his tackle. He just didn't like it at all despite being a calm creature himself his temper like his trainers did get the best of him if on the odd occasion, today was that occasion. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse a crowd had gathered watching him it wasn't that he was nervous it was what the pesky glameow had done. She had moved like a knife through butter her claws extended in a false swipe at his face which came, with a rather flamoboyant purr from her owner looking to Taro in such a way it was kinda of creepy yet humourous. "I wouldn't use silly as a adjective for her to quite honest." Taro sighed towards the drag queen.
He had moved so quickly to to avoid teh feint attack that he ended up falling backwards onto his back. With a bit of a struggle he landed back on his tiny four paws leaping right at the feline with another tackle.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 6, 2012 0:37:47 GMT -4
ELLIS' GLAMEOW: LEIGH Female Level 7 LIMBER & OWN TEMPO Fake Out -- Scratch---
The glameow was elusive enough to avoid Six's next attempt to injure the feline, simply sauntering off to the side at the exact moment before Six managed to impact with the glameow. The feline yawned as if bored, sinuous tail listlessly weaving in and upon itself. Ellis tsked when appropriate, shaking his head as if to signal disappointment. "Leigh, darling, you simply cannot play mind games. It's not at all appropriate." He said while giving her a stern look to emphasize his point. Leigh simply disregarded his statement, choosing to ignore her trainer at the moment. His commands were rhetorical anyway; her moveset didn't provide her with many options to orchestrate much of a scene. Choosing to circle her opponent endlessly, she eyed Six with as much curiosity as she would eye a toy mouse. <Why do you scurry, little mouse?> the glameow inquired, voice sultry. <Why do you play these little games when it is obvious that there is no victory for you?>
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Post by RE on Aug 8, 2012 21:07:58 GMT -4
We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves WORD COUNT: 260 PKMN: SIX ONE LAST THING: EXP:
Six's paitence was certainly going to be meeting with his temper soon as his attack went unhindered like he was a cool breeze. Closer to the glameow's trainer Six wasn't very fond of the idea of being so near to the woman and her sparkling gown but it didn't help that when he did finally turn to face his opponent, who to his dismay was circling him as if he had suddednly become a new toy for her to play with. she seemed to be extremely detached from the whole thing. "I'm not a mouse, I'm trying to defeat you!" he spat back at her her voice almost as soothing at his trainer's own "I will win! Taro and I will win!" he said loud and proud puffing his tiny little cheast out to show he was ready for anything.
Taro's ears caught what her little guy had said stepping closer to her pokemon she nodded in approval. "Six run here! use Leer then tackle that kitty cat back to her master!" she called slapping her hand down on her knee. As if on cue Six swivelled his head looking for a opening to get to his master finally her did it was easier than he had thought it would be. Six ran towards Taro's leg trailing up her leg with such speed up to her shoulder where he jumped off aiming a very malicious leer at the glameow and slaming into her with a airborne tackle.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 9, 2012 4:21:22 GMT -4
ELLIS' GLAMEOW: LEIGH Female Level 7 LIMBER & OWN TEMPO Fake Out -- Scratch---
The feline's impassive facade cracked, her expression giving away to shock. The unimpressive urchin had actually struck her, propelling her into a graceless tumble. She tipped over into an unattractive heap, momentarily dazed. Leigh certainly hadn't expected such a feat from such a strange little mouse -- nor did she expect the trainer to enter herself into the equation. The force of the impact surprised both glameow and trainer, and for once in his late battling career, Ellis seriously wondered if his precious pudding cup had a fighting chance against this peculiar cyndaquil. He did enjoy a challenge, yes, but he absolutely hated to lose -- which is why he rarely, if ever, did. He pursed his greatly exaggerated lips, eyebrows knitting to conduct a frown. He fretted absentmindedly, toying with the clasp of his clutch purse. This was not going according to plan. "Leigh, darling, are you alright?" he asked worriedly, wary of the answer.
Once the feline had managed to untangle herself, she emitted a querulous meow, shooting her trainer a displeased look. Ellis seemed unphased. In fact, he seemed overjoyed that his pokemon was conscious and therefore in a good enough condition to continue battling. "Good girl," he cooed, genuinely pleased. "Let's wrap this up... like a present!" he announced, grinning. Leigh did not mirror his suddenly giddy attitude. Instead, she turned towards Six, retractable claws suddenly extended. <Shall we see what color you bleed, little mouse?> the feline quipped, every muscle in her body tensing in preparation as she changed her stance and prepared to pounce. <I think we shall. I truly think that would be delightful to see you bleed.> With this said, the glameow suddenly sprung forth, besieging Six and scratching at his face, belly, and any other portion of his body that she could slash at with her finely-honed claws, kicking and snarling ferociously.
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Post by RE on Aug 14, 2012 0:35:33 GMT -4
We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves WORD COUNT: 311 PKMN: SIX ONE LAST THING: EXP:
"ALRIGHT!" Taro shouted as she leapt into the air with joyous approval her fist breaking some invisible barrier with delight as the prissy kitten was knocked down into a unattractive heap. She nodded towards Ellis and his sparkling dress with hot determination. Six however wasn't all that ready to celebrate his master's joy over his one attack toward the bored looking feline. He waited watching both the pokemon as well as her trainer. He tensed his muscles in aticipation of her own brutal attack in reply to his own and he got it.
It was so sudden he didn't even have time to recoil from her angry taunts, until finally her claws found his flesh raking across his small mousy face, his tender belly, and other parts her fury allowed her to breach. Taro's eyes grew massive in fear her anger swelling more than her sorrow. She watched as Six collapsed in a bloddy heap "Six!" she bellowed with grief "Six Get up! Use Leer, use Tackle! Anything!" she wanted to sob, she wante to kick that god forsakeningly ugly feline for her fury in what should have been a friendly match. Yet Taro knew the rules even if she had pokemon blood flowing within her she couldn't do a damn thing. "Six please..." she whispered now on her knees not wanting to touch her precious.
Six coughed in pain, his body throbbed and screamed at him to simply give him call it a day. The stubborn angrier side of him retaliated like a firestorm brewing within his heart. Hw wasn't about to be embarressed by some crowd marshall and his bitchy little feline. "Never..." he mumbled shakily getting back on his feet staggering he unleased a vengeful leer, shakily breaking into a run head first into the feline's own face with a tackle.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 17, 2012 22:56:15 GMT -4
ELLIS' GLAMEOW: LEIGH Female Level 7 LIMBER & OWN TEMPO Fake Out -- Scratch---
Six's comeback connected with a sickening crunch. The feline crumpled to the concrete after the initial impact, clutching her throbbing head with her dainty paws, uttering a single long caterwaul. <My face!> she screamed. <My beautiful, beautiful face! Oh, you rotten, horrible, despicable creature! You disease-ridden rat! I will devour you once this headache lulls! I will swallow you whole and drink the tears of your horrendous trainer! Do you understand me? I will kill you!>
Ellis reacted fairly quickly to the situation after the initial shock of his precious baby's cries. He couldn't understand a word she said, of course, but he could understand that she was in pain. He quickly withdrew his pokemon, returning her to her respective pokeball. "Oh, my poor, darling child," he cooed to the pokeball as he held it close to the padded bra strapped to his chest. "Mommy will get you fixed up as soon as she can, I promise. In the meantime..." Ellis glanced up at Taro, offering her a forced smile. "You have done fabulous, my dear," he said, his tone without a trace of malice despite the venomous thoughts pinwheeling through his head. He hated to lose, but he hated unprofessional behavior even more. It would be terrible for his reputation if he didn't bow out with some grace, and he couldn't afford that. His paycheck depended on this. He somehow managed to swallow his pride and contain his animosity towards her long enough to congratulate her and offer her his remorse for having to cut the battle short. "I am afraid that I must forfeit, however. I don't think Leigh is capable of fighting any more today. Someone else will handle your reward, of course. I hope you don't mind." And with this, the drag queen turned and sauntered off, fussing and cooing to the pokeball still clutched in his hands, his clutch purse having been deposited down the front of his dress. The two men that had helped him get off the throne he had established as his had helped him return to it, and the parade resumed. The audience that had congregated before immediately returned to watching the performance of the parade, somewhat disappointed with how the battle had turned out. One person commented on Six's performance, saying that he was kinda tough for such a little guy. Another person agreed. The majority of the crowd conversed about the battle in general, and how ugly or pretty the glameow really was.
One of the clowns handing out rare candies to the victors of the trainer matches approached Taro and pressed three candies into her palm, his exaggerated smile a question in of itself of his sanity. "Happy battling!" he said in a high, squeaky voice before he somersaulted back into the parade's rhythmic procession. Drag Queen Eliis has forfeited! You have received three rare candies! Six has gained (1,069 x 1.5)1,604 EXP! He is now at level 11 with 104/600 EXP leftover. This thread will be locked and moved after this post.
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