xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMichaelMale || 15 || Hometown: Goldenrod City + Mahogany Town
Actions: Weaken to catch Hoppip!!
Michael's Team wrote:Lvl. 5 Nihmae (Ghastly) β
-- Hardy // Levitate
-Hypnosis
-Lick
-Spite
- empty
Michael's Bag wrote:Pokeball x5
Michael regained consiousness slowly. When he did open his eyes, the Ghastly was nowhere in sight. Maybe it had run off? That wasn't necessarily a bad thing--then the nightmare would be over and Michael could go home.
Actually, that would be a good nickname... Where's my pokedex? Rolling into a sitting position, the male pulled out his dex and pulled up the nicknaming screen. He had been so nervous earlier that he hadn't had a chance to name his new partner. A faint scent of noxious fumes still tinted the air, making Michael aware that the pokemon was still closeby. He punched in the letters for the name he decided on--Nightmare-- and quickly hit enter. Too late, he realized that in his haste, he botched the spelling. The newly christened Nihmae chose that moment to descend from above, staring at Michael. He frantically tried to pull the naming screen back up, only to remember that he would have to find the Name Rater to fix it. Groaning, Michael held his head in his hands. At least his asthema wasn'g acti- nevermind. The male snatched his inhaler out of his pocket and breathed in deeply a few times, eying the gaseous pokemon. This had been a bad idea from the start. How had his mother ever convinced him that this was a good idea?
Catching his breath, Michael looked over Nihmae. She--Michael thought he heard the professor say it was a female--seemed content, spinning in circles every so often. Suddenly, she stopped, staring directly into Michael's eyes. The male froze, getting a feeling that he knew what she was going to do.
Don't- But before he could stop her, the Ghost-type bolted off into the forest. Leaping to his feet, Michael dashed after her before she could completely get out of his sight.
He managed to catch up to her with difficulty (Michael had to stop twice to use his inhaler). Nihmae was entranced by a blobby pink creature with green ferns growing out of its head. Michael remembered his mother calling them Hoppip once when they had been migrating over their house. It was minding its own business, shuffling through some grasses quietly. Michael caught Nihmae's eye, and icy fear bloomed in his chest.
"No, Nihmae! Leave it alo-" Too late. The ghost-type had already stuck out its tongue and was lapping at the poor Hoppip's face, a devious look in its eyes.
[ Nihmae used Lick! ]