Training Notes (dojo)

[Gwen Sanchez]

Ottero was, according to Oakley at least supposed to be a Protector for Anko, overbearing in a manner but one who was so focused on his job of keeping Anko safe- even if Anko didn’t want him to- that he had put off trying to learn to battle. But that was a way to protect Anko, and himself actually… she would have preferred that the Pokemon at least start to let Anko do his own thing: that was asking too much right off the hop though and she knew it. Overprotective just like uncle Donny… She thought as she watched the duck Pokemon.

The creature let himself run around the dojo’s simple gymnasium room, his webbed feet padding against the cork material flooring. Ottero neared an obstacle that hung from the ceiling from a rope, moving himself to leap at it and Pound against it, forcing it to swing away as he landed once more and continued to run. There wasn’t much he could think to do for training right now, he didn’t know that many attacks and he wasn’t any good at actual battles so, he supposed he should just try and do what he could.

Name - Ottero
Level - 5- 00/25
Gender - Male
Ability - Torrent
Item - Nothing
Moves - Pound, Growl, Water Gun, Last Resort

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

“Okay Anko you’re facing in the right direction to hit the target so, ” the child began to speak, addressing her Shiny Quaxly with an explanation of what needed to be done. Ottero wasn’t going to be training this week and neither was Sprig, both a much higher level then the Shiny themselves partially from training and also from her first trip to the Dojo, at least in Ottero’s sake. Trying to train Anko who was much more visually impaired then the child herself was seemed the most possible step.

The little duck listened attentively as he relished in the freedom and time away from Ottero’s ever watchful gaze, Gwen having decided to let the other two water types relax at the 5 star hotel she had gotten the night before. I really need to work on getting a place… maybe I can just use Uncle’s mansion here? She considered, deciding when the training session was done she might call her great-uncle up to ask if she could have the place he had here: The man had a house in practically every Region, Shula included. With a hum of consideration the girl decided to speak to her Quaxly once more, completing the order she had started to give her. “Okay Anko try a few Water Guns okay?” Just aim where you’re already facing.” With that instruction the girl stepped back to give the Pokemon more space.

The little Quaxly nodded, allowing water to build in the back of his throat before opening his mouth and firing off the Water Gun toward where he could see the silhouette of something against the light background, the target he was meant to hit.

Name - Anko
Level - 5- 00/25
Gender - Male
Ability - Torrent
Item - Nothing
Moves - Pound, Growl, Water Gun, Last Resort

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

Ottero let out a huff of frustration even as he launched the Water Gun at the target of his choice, the regular Quaxly going into a crouch position as he looked around the dojo: There was nothing going on around here obviously. It was a public dojo what could possibly happen here besides other Pokemon training after all. teh water duck released another string of water toward the unmoving target before a sigh escaped his beak: God he was bored of this. Why couldn’t Gwen just let him watch over Anko like he wanted to in the way that he wanted to do it?

Frustration built up in the duck Pokémon’s mind as water bubbled into his throat again and he opened his beak to release it, the force of the water pushed him back, Ottero’s eyes widening as the Aqua Jet slammed hard into the target he had previously been aiming at. What was that? That wasn’t a Water Gun that was… woah….

Carefully the duck tried to mimic the feeling of what he had just done, though when he opened his mouth to fire again it was little more than another Water Gun. Frustrating but at least he knew he could do something more. Ottero resumed his training with gusto.

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

The blue haired girl blinked as she stared at the little Pokemon she had gotten recently. She had been contacted by a boy named Danny via the internet and offered the egg which she was told contained a Togepi and had been the child of Danny’s Pidgeotto and a Togetic. She’d gotten the egg and it had only recently hatched, the Pokemon a blatant infant in nature.

The Togepi cried frequently, needed to eat every few hours, was scared by many, many things, loved being held and being played with and honestly… The girl quite loved the little guy. But how to train him though? I mean he isn’t going to wanna battle, probably won’t understand if I give an order so I guess…. The 15 year old leaned back and watched the little Togepi toddle around like an adorable toddler, pulling itself up on a balance beam as Ottero hovered nearby just in case: The quaxly had become a guard for the other Pokemon too it seemed.

Togepi toddled across the beam happily, losing itself in what it was considering a game and exploration in a place meant for training. Gwen knew she would need to find a proper way to train him in future but for now she supposed he could play.

Training Togepi

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

Anko let out a huff of frustration as he moved through the dojo, eyes squinting as he tried to see around the silhouettes and shapes that made up everything around him. It was hard he thought, even as his feathers twinged when he came too close to something, as his body tensed and his better working senses worked to aid in navigating him around. How was he meant to train in a room he wasn’t used to? Ottero would surely tell him he couldn’t, would try to push him back closer to their new Trainer where she stood at the sidelines watching and taking notes in that journal of hers. He was pretty she wrote of his progress in training, about any moves or observations she had made on his growth compared to Ottero’s own given they were the same species. He had hated it, hated that Ottero thought he was so useless and needed to be protected os much! That he couldn’t do anything for himself even when he could.

Well, with Gwen planning to take Ottero with her to some maze or something it left Anko time to train himself and prove his Non-shiny counterpart wrong (not that he knew he was Shiny or anything.) Carefully Anko continued to move along e area, simply working on navigation for the moment before he would start to practice some moves of his own.

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

The small bluenette stared at the large swimming pool that was outstretched before her, amber gold eyes blinking owlishly as he looked between the pool itself and back to the door that led out of the room. There's a pool, there's a whole entire pool in the public dojos and I didn't even know about it.. how did I not know about this? The fifteen year old's mind rang with mild annoyance as she prepared to give instruction to her Pokemon, gaze drawing to the Tympole that was casually swimming around in it. "Okay so um... we should get things started off simple right? start by swimming from one end of the pool the other and do that uuuuuhhhh 2 times!" there was a pause as the girl decided on her orders, opting to go for something simple as opposed to anything complex for the little tadpole's first training session.

the small tadpole in question rolled it's eyes and let out a huff of annoyance: Was this human aware of just how boring that sounded? it wanted to fight things, to shoot bubbles at something and see it EXPLODE! -even if that wasn't likely to happen with a simple bubble attack-. Tympole didn't want to just swim laps or whatever. an annoyed grunt left the water type's lips as it began to do as instructed, even if reluctantly.

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

Amber gold orbs glued to the duel psychic and ice type Pokemon, the girl blinking in confusion as she followed his movements around the outdoor dojo she had chosen to take him too: The Stantler had been an odd find for sure, looking so much different then others of his species and really she hadn’t known waht to make of him: The guy that had sold him to her, informing that he’d only recently hatched before-hand had also said he found the thing weird, unnerving in it’s continuous silence. Where most Pokemon, especially the young cried or made noise or talked in their Pokemon languages it seemed the deer Pokemon did none of this: He had found him weird and unnerving, practically shoving the Pokemon toward her and tossing it’s Pokeball at her, after taking the money of course. Gwen personally found him interesting, if a bit odd but she liked odd.

Amber gold eyes followed him as he moved. “Can you please train a little bit?” The girl called out, watching the duel type deer as he bent his head down just in front of a small bush in the outdoor dojo, opening his mouth and chomping down on some of the leaves. Of course not, cuz why would you? She thought with a roll of her eyes before shifting in place. “Okay… if you do some Training I’ll get you a nice apple, a big shiny red one!” She finally promised.

The deer’s head snapped up at this, beady black eyes gluing to the girl just for a second before he slowly began to meander over toward a dummy at a very slow pace, knees bending slightly as he jolted forward suddenly, slamming into the dummy with a Tackle before stopping and looking immediately toward the girl: his relatively expressionless face briefly taking on a look that said “There, I trained, food now.”


Name: Alan Dracula
Level: 5 (00/25)
Gender: Male
Ability: Ice Body
HP: 50/50
Item: None
Moves: Powder Snow, Leer, Tackle, Me First, Meditate , Gravity

[Gardeon]

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[Gwen Sanchez]

Why are you do weird? Like for real…. What are you? What is your deal even? the little blue haired girl watched the deer Pokemon as he meandered around the training room, the girl’s amber gold eyes tracking every movement he made as he sniffed around the little room she had chosen to try and get him to do some training: Honestly as far as her Pokemon went Alan Dracula was about as weird as they came: He didn’t speak almost ever instead communicating using only whatever one might qualify deer noises even as, seemed very food motivated and had a tendency to wander off without a word the second he got the chance to in search of random food to eat. I named him something weird…. And he is weird I feel like there’s a coronation between that somehow…. she quirked a brow at the thought, jotting down a tidbit more about the Pokemon in her journal, this one would be hte one to contain Ice Type informaiton.

Carefully Alan Dracula wandered, butting his head harshly against a hanging bag as he did, mindful all the while of his antlers. The litlte human had insisted he come here yet again though he didn’t know why that was- maybe he didn’t really care either but who knew. She had said something about “Levelling.” Whatever that had to do with anything. She wanted him to do something involving it but he really didn’t care all that much as it was.