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Post by Colton King on Jun 25, 2024 15:48:38 GMT
Now THIS is what he was talking about. Although it did bring up memories of his life with his parents and siblings, there was something nostalgic about being here right now. It got him fired up! One fisted hand pounded into the open palm of the other. Yes, this was what he needed. Amber gaze flickered over all the equipment offered to train with, grinning widely at the array of option available without a single charge. He couldn’t wait to get started and get his team stronger. After all, Colt had a mission to near impossible complete and needed stronger pokemon to do it.
“Alright Dean…” the man chimed up, his own chest puffed out in masculine confidence, “We need to get some training done. I know we just meant, but no better way to get to know each other than training.” The chimchar who was sitting on his left shoulder hopped in place, his energy level meeting Colt’s without a single issue. “Great! Let’s start by getting those fist in motion. Shall me?”
Moving to the hanging punch bag, Colt bulled up his own fist. Quick like lightning, the man thrusted his fist into the bag several times. The bag shifting and taking the beating without breaking a sweat. Colton grinned. “You’r turn Dean.” Man. Colt didn’t really like the name dean. Maybe, he could see if the chimchar would be open to a different name later.
The chimchar leaped off his shoulder and onto the ground, the money like pokemon stood up on his hind legs that best he could. It was hard, but he tried. And once he felt like he had enough balance, the chimchar tried to mimic the human’s actions from before. However, the bag barely moved and when it did... It smacked him back a few steps. Colt shrugged his shoulders casually, telling the chimchar you gotta start somewhere and keep practicing. A determination crossed Dean’s expression, moving closer to the bag again and repeating the actions. In time, Dean would be powerful in time.
![dean | male | lvl 05 | blaze | scratch, leer, thunder punch | #b9653d](https://serebii.net/pokedex-swsh/icon/390.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Jun 25, 2024 16:48:17 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Jul 9, 2024 2:13:38 GMT
Colton was rather disappointed with himself for missing his limited dojo time last week. Yet, family troubles had him busy and unable to keep up on his fitness and his teams last week. This time though, he was sure to get his time in early to avoid losing out on precious workout time. Large muscular man strolled into the dojo, arms reaching over his head to tug on the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Once the material was off, he tossed it aside and moved to the hanging punching bag. He motioned for the chespin to come closer, explaining what he wanted him to do. And at first, Martin seemed not so willing. After all, he wasn’t like Dean. He didn’t have arms to really punch anything. However, Colton wasn’t going to let that be the creatures excuse.
The starter grass type moved to the bag, arms rose and moved into position like his hew human showed him to. Left slammed into the bag, barely moving. Right bag into the beg, nothing. Colt sighed, expressing his frustration and wanting Martin to put more effort into it. The Chespin did it once more, still barely moving the bag. This happened for the next several hours and by the time the pair’s time was up, the bag actually started to move a little. Colt was satisfied enough for now while Martin, he wanted to take a long nap.
![martin | male | lvl 05 | overgrow | growl, vine whip, curse | #a9ac3f](https://www.serebii.net/pokedex-sm/icon/650.png)
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Post by Persian on Jul 9, 2024 2:17:51 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Jul 20, 2024 2:14:07 GMT
He wasn’t going to miss another dojo session. Not now, not ever again. Hopefully. Even though he was in a complete different region, the family troubles keep bugging him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boy. The his mom though, she needed to pick whether she wanted him involved or not. Large muscular man strolled into the dojo, arms reaching over his head to tug on the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He tossed his shirt aside and moved to the hanging punching bag. He motioned for the chespin to come closer, explaining what he wanted him to do. And at first, Martin seemed not so willing. After all, he wasn’t like Dean. He didn’t have arms to really punch anything. However, Colton wasn’t going to let that be the creatures excuse.
Martin moved to the bag, arms rose and moved into position like his hew human showed him to. Left slammed into the bag, barely moving. Right bag into the beg, nothing. Colt sighed, expressing his frustration and wanting Martin to put more effort into it. The Chespin did it once more, still barely moving the bag. This happened for the next several hours and by the time the pair’s time was up, the bag actually started to move a little. Colt was satisfied enough for now while Martin, he wanted to take a long nap.
![martin | male | lvl 07 | overgrow | growl, vine whip, curse | #a9ac3f](https://www.serebii.net/pokedex-sm/icon/650.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Jul 20, 2024 16:57:31 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Jul 22, 2024 14:31:22 GMT
It was time to hit the dojo's early, and Dean was ready to start as well. One fisted hand pounded into the open palm of the other. Yes, this was what he needed. Amber gaze flickered over all the equipment offered to train with, grinning widely at the array of option available without a single charge. He couldn’t wait to get started and get his team stronger. After all, Colt had a mission to near impossible complete and needed stronger pokemon to do it.
“Here we go Dean…” the man chimed up, his own chest puffed out in masculine confidence, “We need to get some training done. I know we just meant, but no better way to get to know each other than training.” The chimchar who was sitting on his left shoulder hopped in place, his energy level meeting Colt’s without a single issue. “Great! Let’s start by getting those fist in motion. Shall we?”
Moving to the hanging punch bag, Colt bulled up his own fist. Quick like lightning, the man thrusted his fist into the bag several times. The bag shifting and taking the beating without breaking a sweat. Colton grinned. “You’r turn Dean. Give it a good hit!” Man. Colt didn’t really like the name dean. Maybe, he could see if the chimchar would be open to a different name later.
The chimchar leaped off his shoulder and onto the ground, the money like pokemon stood up on his hind legs that best he could. It was hard, but he tried. And once he felt like he had enough balance, the chimchar tried to mimic the human’s actions from before. However, the bag barely moved and when it did... It smacked him back a few steps. Colt shrugged his shoulders casually, telling the chimchar you gotta start somewhere and keep practicing. A determination crossed Dean’s expression, moving closer to the bag again and repeating the actions. In time, Dean would be powerful in time.
![dean | male | lvl 07 | blaze | scratch, leer, thunder punch, ember | #b9653d](https://serebii.net/pokedex-swsh/icon/390.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Jul 22, 2024 14:34:05 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Jul 31, 2024 23:27:02 GMT
Time flies when you don’t focus on it. Hold the week had already gone by, leaving Colt somewhat scrambling to get dojo time in this week. He told himself he wasn’t going to miss one again. Amber gaze flickered over all the equipment offered to train with, grinning widely at the array of option available without a single charge. He couldn’t wait to get started and get his team stronger. After all, Colt had a mission to near impossible complete and needed stronger pokemon to do it.
“Dean- We need to give you a different name today. I feel like you’ve already out grew it,” the man chimed up, his own chest puffed out in masculine confidence, “ But for now, let’s focus on training and get you stronger.” The chimchar who was sitting on his left shoulder hopped in place, his energy level meeting Colt’s without a single issue. “Getting better! Let’s start by getting those fist in motion again.”
Moving to the hanging punch bag, Colt bulled up his own fist. Quick like lightning, the man thrusted his fist into the bag several times. The bag shifting and taking the beating without breaking a sweat. Colton grinned. “You’r turn Dean. Give it a good hit!” Man. Colt didn’t really like the name dean. Maybe, he could see if the chimchar would be open to a different name later.
The chimchar leaped off his shoulder and onto the ground, the money like pokemon stood up on his hind legs that best he could. It was hard, but he tried. And once he felt like he had enough balance, the chimchar tried to mimic the human’s actions from before. However, the bag barely moved and when it did... It smacked him back a few steps. Colt shrugged his shoulders casually, telling the chimchar you gotta start somewhere and keep practicing. A determination crossed Dean’s expression, moving closer to the bag again and repeating the actions. In time, Dean would be powerful in time.
![dean | male | lvl 09 | blaze | scratch, leer, thunder punch, ember, taunt | #b9653d](https://serebii.net/pokedex-swsh/icon/390.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Jul 31, 2024 23:28:32 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Aug 7, 2024 23:23:21 GMT
It has been decided. The pair have argued back and forth about this. And although the chimchar didn’t seem to mind any names Colt through at him, they have both settled on a new name for him. It was a name that had a lot of meaning in the anime world and after explaining that to the first type starter, he really seemed to like it. Colt was happy, not wanting to rename his starter for no reason. But Dean was out, Goku was in. Yes.
Moving to the hanging punch bag, Colt bulled up his own fist ready to show Goku how it was done. Quick like lightning, the man thrusted his fist into the bag several times. The bag shifting, taking the beating without breaking a sweat like the punching bag was design to do. Colton grinned widely, loving being able to hit something. “Your turn Goku. Give it a good solid hit this time!”
The chimchar stood up on his hind legs that best he could. Though this time, he wasn’t such a newbie. It was hard, but he tried. And once he felt like he had enough balance, the chimchar tried to mimic the human’s actions from before. However, the bag barely moved and when it did... It smacked him back a few steps. Colt shrugged his shoulders casually, telling the chimchar you gotta start somewhere and keep practicing. A determination crossed Goku’s expression, moving closer to the bag again and repeating the actions. In time, Goku would be powerful in time.
![goku | male | lvl 10 | blaze | scratch, leer, thunder punch, ember, taunt | #B9653D](https://serebii.net/pokedex-swsh/icon/390.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Aug 7, 2024 23:27:13 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Aug 13, 2024 1:24:16 GMT
There was something wicked about this stufful, something almost feral. Colt could tell. Yet, the determined man didn’t shy away from the challenge. In fact, it only pushed him more. Amber gaze stared at the strange looking stufful, noting the small present moon shape on its forehead and curlier ear fluffs. It was different from what he remembered, but didn’t question it. Maybe, it was one of those special shulian variants or something. Colt didn’t know.
What he did know, was he needed to get some training in. In the short time they have been together, the large muscular man found out one thing about this creature. It’s food motivated. Aggressive and unpredictable, but it likes good. This is what he was hoping to help him. “Nezu-“ the creature growled at him, baring its teeth, “Easy. Nezu is your name and lookie here” the man held up a baggy full of treats “If you listen to me, I have food.” The Stufful nose sniffed the air, smelling the food though didn’t seemed amused by this. He growled again. “Easy. Easy.” Colt was quick to reply, holding hands up in mock surrender before he reached into the bag to pull out a single peace of kibble. “I’m gunna place this right here. You follow.” The man knelt down, placing the kibble on the floor and standing up. He took a step back, waiting.
Nezu glared darkly at the human, then the food, then the human, then the food. He let out another growl, though not as mean as the last. He approached the kibble, ate it then glared at the human. “Great! Again!” For the next several hours, the man placed a kibble on the ground and back away. Then, Nezu would approached and eat the kibble. It wasn’t not boxing match or hard core battle. But, it was training in its rawest form. Bonding... ish.
![nezu | male | lvl 05 | fluffy | tackle, leer, bide, force palm | #EEB7C0](https://www.serebii.net/pokedex-sm/icon/759.png)
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Post by Gardeon on Aug 13, 2024 11:18:40 GMT
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Post by Colton King on Aug 21, 2024 19:20:35 GMT
The team has grown so much already, but Colton wasn't about to forget about the OGs. He wasn’t going to miss another dojo session. Not now, not ever again. Hopefully. Even though he was in a complete different region, the family troubles keep bugging him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boy. The his mom though, she needed to pick whether she wanted him involved or not. Large muscular man strolled into the dojo, arms reaching over his head to tug on the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He tossed his shirt aside and moved to the hanging punching bag. He motioned for the chespin to come closer, explaining what he wanted him to do. And at first, Martin seemed not so willing. After all, he wasn’t like Dean. He didn’t have arms to really punch anything. However, Colton wasn’t going to let that be the creatures excuse.
Martin moved to the bag, arms rose and moved into position like his hew human showed him to. Left slammed into the bag, barely moving. Right bag into the beg, nothing. Colt sighed, expressing his frustration and wanting Martin to put more effort into it. The Chespin did it once more, still barely moving the bag. This happened for the next several hours and by the time the pair’s time was up, the bag actually started to move a little. Colt was satisfied enough for now while Martin, he wanted to take a long nap.
![martin | male | lvl 08 | overgrow | growl, vine whip, curse, rollout | #A9AC3F](https://www.serebii.net/pokedex-sm/icon/650.png)
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♂ 08
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♀ 00
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Police
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♂ 03
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♀ 02
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Civilians
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♂ 03
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♀ 02
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Team Rocket Members
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♂ 07
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♀ 05
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Coordinators
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♂ 03
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♀ 03
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Rangers
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♂ 02
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♀ 05
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Breeders
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♂ 03
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♀ 03
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Gijinka
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♂ 05
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♀ 06
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Humans
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♂ 24
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♀ 14
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♂ 29
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♀ 20
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