((Callisto;; I have no idea what WB could mean other than welcome back. o3o Chickensmoothie uses awkward acronyms, like one time someone used skelly. I had no idea what that meant, so I was just like, "No." But OTL isn't an acronym. :B It's a person lying down (head, arms, legs). It's kind of like this face -> ^^; but a bit more exaggerated. Almost "ashamed", but not really? Also, what do you mean by STAB? o3o
Halo;; Morning is fine. I was thinking late morning or early afternoon.
Water;; Your post killed me. It was hilarious, especially Oliver's part. XD Yes, a talking Pokemon! Also, if you were a bit confused on his posture, he was like this before (but more twisted) and he's more like this now.
And I'm sorry if it annoys you guys that I re-type dialogue. It's a habit and it helps me know what happens when. And I know I said I wouldn't post that much, but it just seems my posts keep getting longer and longer. OTL Sorry for that, but I'm just so into this! :'D))
Halo;; Morning is fine. I was thinking late morning or early afternoon.
Water;; Your post killed me. It was hilarious, especially Oliver's part. XD Yes, a talking Pokemon! Also, if you were a bit confused on his posture, he was like this before (but more twisted) and he's more like this now.
And I'm sorry if it annoys you guys that I re-type dialogue. It's a habit and it helps me know what happens when. And I know I said I wouldn't post that much, but it just seems my posts keep getting longer and longer. OTL Sorry for that, but I'm just so into this! :'D))
Seul
“Only a few are as old as me 'round here...”
Seul perked her ears at this comment. Not only was this Pokemon large, but it was old, too? She lowered her head slightly as, for once in her life, she thought... something through. If this Pokemon admitted to being old, and it had asked what had been going on in the past one hundred years, did that make it one hundred years old? She shivered at the thought of living as she did for one hundred years old. Then again, maybe it was hiding, so it was probably more than one hundred years old...
“Seul... then I am pleased to meet you, if that be your name.”
Did this Pokemon doubt her? Of course it was her name, it was really the only thing she had to herself. She huffed in indignation, but of course, she didn't voice her thoughts. She still wasn't so sure about this Pokemon, but simply the way it carried herself, she couldn't help but think that it looked... well, majestic. What was she supposed to say to that? “There is no need to be afraid, young one. Your fear scent will be a tracking device for those predators out there, and I will not hurt you.” The creature bowed its head and made a notion to... comfort her she supposed.
Seul didn't really know what to say. However, if anything, it hadn't hurt her so far. She'd be dead quicker than she could say “Mew” if it turned out it was a predator. So, she tried her hardest to calm down. Deep breaths... deep breaths. Seul didn't even know she gave out a scent of fear, was that what that smell was from other Rattatas? Slowly, and to Seul's pleasure, without a shaking voice, she questioned back.
“So... yeah. I'm Seul, a Rattata.” She only commented on this because she didn't recognize this Pokemon. She didn't even know if it was from this region, maybe it didn't know what she was either? “What's you're name, and... if you don't mind me... asking, what Pokemon are you? I've never seen your kind around here before.”
Soleil
“Oliver wanted to come for all of it.”
Soleil's ears perked at the name. His trainer? He bobbed his head to himself as his previous assumption stood clear when the Pokemon looked up. It was either a trainer or this was a pet, but by the Everstone on his neck, Soleil wouldn't doubt it. The only way he had known that was by a special case in the past, but it was not like he knew all the stones. Of course, he knew what most were, but he had not seen all of them. Of course, like any Growlithe, he knew what a Firestone was. He flicked his eyes back to the tan and blue creature as he spoke. “I would ask you the same, but you're probably a po-”
A what?
The canine Pokemon tilted its head up toward the new comer. Ignoring the trainer's exclamation, he took his time to study the Pokemon while the human was... well, distracted to say the least. It was a tall Pokemon, colored green and white with a spot or two of pink. As any other, his immediate thought was that this Pokemon looked like a girl, but his nose told him otherwise. Poor guy. Soleil just sighed, non-comically rolling his eyes at the trainer as he whipped out his Pokedex, of all things.
Pokedexes. What was the point of those anyway, and why? Of course, as part of the police, he knew what it was for and what it did. However, the officers never used Pokedexes on the force. There really wasn't any need to. It was required that the humans know the region's Pokemon, they were after all, the gate between the good and bad. How horrible would it be had a Pokemon been kidnapped, but they didn't know what it looked like?
Tsk, tsk.
But these Pokemon weren't from his region, so Soleil had to listen to the trainer's excited exclamations. A Gardevoir and a Cyndaquil? He hadn't heard of a Gardevoir, but he had heard of a Cyndaquil. He didn't know what one looked like until now, but he had heard of them. “Yes! Soren is a Cyndaquil, the fire starter of Johto.” Johto? So this is where they came from, or at least the Cyndaquil. That means this was a trainer and it meant that the Cyndaquil was the equivalent of Charmanders here. Briefly, he wondered what his equivalent was in their region, whether it be the same or different, but he brushed off the thought.
The matter wasn't important at the moment, what mattered was whether this Cyndaquil would start another fire. What kind of fire was it, forest fire, accident? Soleil would bet it was on accident. This fellow seemed like an okay guy, and being a fire Pokemon himself, he could relate. Of course, he was actually trained to set things on fire at times, but that was beside the point. The poor guy seemed a bit flustered, so Soleil tried to nudge the subject away.
“Is your trainer always like this? This... excited?"
“Only a few are as old as me 'round here...”
Seul perked her ears at this comment. Not only was this Pokemon large, but it was old, too? She lowered her head slightly as, for once in her life, she thought... something through. If this Pokemon admitted to being old, and it had asked what had been going on in the past one hundred years, did that make it one hundred years old? She shivered at the thought of living as she did for one hundred years old. Then again, maybe it was hiding, so it was probably more than one hundred years old...
“Seul... then I am pleased to meet you, if that be your name.”
Did this Pokemon doubt her? Of course it was her name, it was really the only thing she had to herself. She huffed in indignation, but of course, she didn't voice her thoughts. She still wasn't so sure about this Pokemon, but simply the way it carried herself, she couldn't help but think that it looked... well, majestic. What was she supposed to say to that? “There is no need to be afraid, young one. Your fear scent will be a tracking device for those predators out there, and I will not hurt you.” The creature bowed its head and made a notion to... comfort her she supposed.
Seul didn't really know what to say. However, if anything, it hadn't hurt her so far. She'd be dead quicker than she could say “Mew” if it turned out it was a predator. So, she tried her hardest to calm down. Deep breaths... deep breaths. Seul didn't even know she gave out a scent of fear, was that what that smell was from other Rattatas? Slowly, and to Seul's pleasure, without a shaking voice, she questioned back.
“So... yeah. I'm Seul, a Rattata.” She only commented on this because she didn't recognize this Pokemon. She didn't even know if it was from this region, maybe it didn't know what she was either? “What's you're name, and... if you don't mind me... asking, what Pokemon are you? I've never seen your kind around here before.”
Soleil
“Oliver wanted to come for all of it.”
Soleil's ears perked at the name. His trainer? He bobbed his head to himself as his previous assumption stood clear when the Pokemon looked up. It was either a trainer or this was a pet, but by the Everstone on his neck, Soleil wouldn't doubt it. The only way he had known that was by a special case in the past, but it was not like he knew all the stones. Of course, he knew what most were, but he had not seen all of them. Of course, like any Growlithe, he knew what a Firestone was. He flicked his eyes back to the tan and blue creature as he spoke. “I would ask you the same, but you're probably a po-”
A what?
The canine Pokemon tilted its head up toward the new comer. Ignoring the trainer's exclamation, he took his time to study the Pokemon while the human was... well, distracted to say the least. It was a tall Pokemon, colored green and white with a spot or two of pink. As any other, his immediate thought was that this Pokemon looked like a girl, but his nose told him otherwise. Poor guy. Soleil just sighed, non-comically rolling his eyes at the trainer as he whipped out his Pokedex, of all things.
Pokedexes. What was the point of those anyway, and why? Of course, as part of the police, he knew what it was for and what it did. However, the officers never used Pokedexes on the force. There really wasn't any need to. It was required that the humans know the region's Pokemon, they were after all, the gate between the good and bad. How horrible would it be had a Pokemon been kidnapped, but they didn't know what it looked like?
Tsk, tsk.
But these Pokemon weren't from his region, so Soleil had to listen to the trainer's excited exclamations. A Gardevoir and a Cyndaquil? He hadn't heard of a Gardevoir, but he had heard of a Cyndaquil. He didn't know what one looked like until now, but he had heard of them. “Yes! Soren is a Cyndaquil, the fire starter of Johto.” Johto? So this is where they came from, or at least the Cyndaquil. That means this was a trainer and it meant that the Cyndaquil was the equivalent of Charmanders here. Briefly, he wondered what his equivalent was in their region, whether it be the same or different, but he brushed off the thought.
The matter wasn't important at the moment, what mattered was whether this Cyndaquil would start another fire. What kind of fire was it, forest fire, accident? Soleil would bet it was on accident. This fellow seemed like an okay guy, and being a fire Pokemon himself, he could relate. Of course, he was actually trained to set things on fire at times, but that was beside the point. The poor guy seemed a bit flustered, so Soleil tried to nudge the subject away.
“Is your trainer always like this? This... excited?"
