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Post by Vulpix on Sept 14, 2024 12:10:55 GMT
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The Charcadet watched as the grass type and the woman began to bicker between themselves, cocking his head slightly confused. What was the problem between them?
The male trainer however seemed to have an effect on the grass type, threatening to take him out of the equation in place of another pokemon caused the Quiladin to sulk. Joebe had to admit, the man was slightly intimidating in the way he spoke, so he could understand why the grass type immediately stopped his bratty behaviour.
Although by this point, he had made it clear that Joebe wasn't wanted, which was, unsurprising to the cadet. He was always making mistakes one way or another, perhaps even his existence was a mistake? Who could tell?
The man however reassured the small fire type that Ichen wasn't the decision maker in their group, although that much had become abundantly clear, Joebe still couldn't help but feel he would only mess things up and cause the man trouble.
It seemed the female was able to understand his words as she began to ask him questions. Turning his gaze slightly to her, still feeling sorry for himself, he let loose a deflated sigh. She still seemed so cheery, which was curious.
"Well. My family all left me. I couldn't have been good enough for them if they did that." he spoke darkly, shifting his eyes to the floor for a moment. "And whenever I try to do anything to help, it always goes wrong and then they leave too so.... that can only mean failure."
"Please help me!!!"
There was that voice again! Joebe heard it this time and shifted his attention in the direction of the voice. "Hey uh... shouldn't we go and help whoever that is?" he mumbled pointing out of the bushes. "It seems to be coming from over that way..."
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SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS CALLING FOR HELP
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Post by Lucas Night on Sept 15, 2024 18:43:04 GMT
Ichen bristled when Feral winked. Oh, this sucked…! Everything about this sucked…!
Lucas, meanwhile, felt grateful. Abhorrent as they were, gijinka had their uses. Moments like these were one of them. It was only then that he picked up on the distant sounds of distress. The same instincts that had him eyeing ways to exploit the frosty horrors in Redhsore popped up. Someone in distress was someone desperate. Desperation bred suckers. And, suckers? Those could be put to use later. Or, picked over at time of tragic event.
No downsides, really.
Unable to pick up on what was being said among the two and a half pokemon, the blonde could only go by Joebe’s pointing. “Right, I heard it, too.” Literally everyone had heard it before him. Besides the point. “Let’s all go see what the problem is. Safety in numbers.” He suddenly sorely wished he’d gotten better pokeballs. The standard ones were just fine for catching beat down pidgeys, but something like this…?
Ah, well. There were always options.
“They’re asking for help!” Ichen whined. “I didn’t come out here to help! I came out here to battle!”
The blonde, who could pick up on that part of the conversation, ignored the grass type. He was headed to where Joebe had pointed and where the cries were coming from. Pity whatever was making that noise…
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Post by Feral on Sept 16, 2024 14:32:35 GMT
Feral | Now darlin', you'll do it my way or you won't do it at all | Flinthart - "Filli" ~ Bagon Small, shiny and savage | The pokemon turned to her, speaking to her and feral realized as it gave off some sad story, she had revealed her paw here. By showing she could understand it, with little to no effort, she had just made herself a walking translator for not only Lucas, but every wild idiot who came their way now. Rolling her eyes, she listened, she tried not to yawn, and then glanced to lucas. Did he have the jist?
The males face told her that he did not, and he quickly moved the focus on to the noise they were all hearing, earning another roll of the gijinkas eyes. "Charcoal here lost his family, they aint too fond of him and he thinks hes a big old screw up but he hears people sounding all helpless and needy so, he wants to try helpin'" the gijinka offered up, half telling the truth and half trying to see if she could back the fire type in to a corner with her words.
With that, she started off with the other trainer, moving to try and see who or what needed the help they kept calling for and wondering if by putting the fire type on the spot, she could bring him along too for an extra meat shield if they might need one. Flick needed to rest after all, and she had limited pure fire on her her team. That and good guys always wanted to help, to be the hero, no matter how often, and seemingly it was pretty often there, they messed it up. |
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