Post by Frieda Marlene on Mar 14, 2014 20:26:05 GMT -6
I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO | “Okay, Shrimp. Pork Chop over there is bigger than ya'. Touger than ya', too. Got more experience in fightin' and crud. But you've got the type advantage, ya' here? So I want ya' to run at 'im with all ya' got! No holdin' back, now, ya' here? Otherwise, Mamma's gonna ha'fta show ya' how it's done again!” The morning was as clear and crisp as anyone could hope for an early spring morning to be. The weather was mild, a faint breeze only managing to cancel out the heat created by over-exposure to the sun, and over all, the air was approximately room temperature. The world was silent, save for Mother Nature's natural symphony – a collective movement of birdsong and other such Pokemon cries blending in with the faint rustle of wind through the plains – and hardly a soul could be found trekking across Ormy Territories that fine day. This wasn't too uncommon; even if there were a lot of travelers, the place was so wide, coming across another straggler was lucky – or unlucky – roll of the die. For someone who enjoyed quiet, or simply hated being interrupted by such stragglers, the wide grassland was the ideal place to go. Perfect for, say, training a group of quadruped Pocket Monsters. Since coming back into the spotlight that was every day society, Frieda had been honestly surprised to find the quality of her Pokemons' battle skills to be quite... well... lacking. Sure, her Luxray was capable of taking out the average trainer's star Pokemon, but one creature could only take on so many others before tiring out. Steak, her Umbreon, was the only other Pokemon who was fully evolved – evolved at all, really – but defensive tanks weren't really part of her defensive style. His role as her Pokemon was more of a body guard than a fighter like the rest of her team should have been. For that reason, after getting creamed by the third random dude she'd insulted that day – the two before also having creamed her – she decided it was time to settle down and carry out some long overdue training with her partners. Shrimp was a Mudkip, a newly hatched one, at that, and was easily the “baby” of the group. He'd had little battle experience, seeing as his only times in battle were taking a grass or electric-type move to the face and getting one-hit-KO'd. As such, she hoped to train him up until he evolved into his second stage, a Marshtomp, and move on to evolving her Houndour, as well. After all, in Pork Chop's case, he was only a little ways off from being a Houndoom, anyway. With her last unevolved Pokemon, she'd have to search far and wide for an allusive Fire Stone. According to the people who immigrated from the mainland and other major regions, they'd sell those kinds of things in the Kalos region; but as common logic stated, Lyeant pooped butt in comparison to their distant friends, and no such thing could be found on her home turf. Oh, well. “Don't use Take Down so much, Shrimpy! Yer dealin' too much damage to yerself! And- dude, use, like, Hyrdo Pump're somethin' if ya' don't want the turd kicked outta ya' again. … And actually hit next time! C'mon, baby, Mamma's cheerin' fer ya'!” All in all, this was a catastrophe. Calling out commands in battle wasn't exactly the red head's greatest skill. Often times, she'd lose herself in the thrill of the fight, staring at her partners beat the snot out of their enemies, or get the snot beaten out of them, themselves. As such, Brisket, Steak, Pork Chop, and even Bacon had adapted to doing whatever the snap they felt like and letting their trainer take the credit, anyway. Often, their battle patterns stemmed from the half-butted commands she'd give during training sessions like this, anyway, so in a way she was calling orders. However, as was being clearly demonstrated before her, the water-type just wasn't getting it the way they did. Watching the poor thing get toppled over by a harsh Beat Up attack, she figured it was time to try a different approach. “Okay, okay, break! Times! Quit beatin' yer buddy up, Porky, yer gonna end up knockin' him out.” |
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