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Post by KOUTA AKIYAMA on Dec 5, 2010 4:29:59 GMT -5
It was a nice enough day. The sun was shining with small wisps of cloud drifting across the sky on an almost non-existent breeze. A perfect day for the trainer who trotted by the lake's edge, a smile across his face, eyes closed, head tilted back and hands behind his head. He loved warm days like this, even if the lake cooled off the surrounding area a bit. It still felt nice. This was the perfect place to relax for a day, snap some pictures, impress some ladies. What better a place than a lake?
Kouta stopped walking, stretching his arms in the air. A satisfying pop jolted his shoulders, and he dropped his arms, turning his head to look across the lake. He remembered some things about Kingyo Lake from his classes all those years ago, the main thing being that Goldeen and Seaking were common Pokemon in the waters. Since he wasn't interested in water-type Pokemon, Kouta wasn't too concerned over catching or even battling any of the Pokemon in the lake. What he was interested in was capturing some good photos of the Goldeen or Seaking, maybe some of his Pokemon and any others that may be wandering around. The lake was bound to attract some sort of attention.
He nabbed a Pokeball off of his belt, pressing the little button on the front. The bottom half of the ball dropped, and a light came from it for a brief moment before the ball closed, leaving a Luxray out in the open. The large electric Pokemon dropped it's front paws in a stretch, opening it's jaws in a yawn. "What do you think, Giza?" Kouta asked the Pokemon, placing an arm on the creature's furry back, leaning on the Luxray slightly. "Not nearly as gorgeous as me, but, then again, what is?" The Luxray rolled it's eyes, lightly whacking Kouta's leg with it's tail.
"Oh, come on," Kouta whined with a grin, grabbing Giza's ears and wiggling them back and forth. "It's all in good fun. Besides, it's not often you get an all-you-can-eat buffet of fish." Giza swiped a large paw at Kouta. The boy went with the blow, falling onto his back in the grass around the lake. "Perfect day to do nothing."
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Post by Note Le Morte on Dec 6, 2010 17:59:31 GMT -5
In the depths it stirred.
It slowly swam towards the shore, where two pieces of unsuspecting prey waited to be punished with an unholy fury. Ever closer. The two mortals on the shore would not be expecting it. The being in the murky water of the shallows chuckled to itself as it dragged itself through the water, and slowly up the sandy shoreline.
Then, it sprang.
"KOOOOOUUUUUUTAAAAA!" Note Barlows Le Morte, assisted by Chomp, his every loyal Duskull, and Sho, the ever-so-manly Pichu, leaped out of the water and sailed through the air, aiming for a dog pile on Kouta and Giza. Note, of course, was in a pair of trunks stylized like a Magmar's body. Sho was wearing something similar and Chomp was... well, kind of hard for Ghosts to wear things, isn't it?
The three fell on top of Kouta and Giza, save Chomp who passed through Kouta on his way down. Sho landed on Giza's head, clinging there with an expression not unlike 'O3O', which mirrored Note's 'O3O' as he dogpiled onto Kouta.
"Wry hallo thar."
"Chu!"
And of course, Chomp was silent, just staring on. If one could read his thoughts, they'd know he was thinking something along the lines of 'Why do we hang out, again?'
Note, as if on cue, looked at Chomp with a creepy face. "BECAUSE YOU LUUUUUURVE UUUUUUUUSSS~"
Chomp, less scared by the words and more by the face, fled and hid under Giza, peeking out at the tall breeder with a single wavering eye.
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Notes!
[/i]: \O3O/ POSTED Lyrics !: Schadenfreude from Avenue Q [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by GINJIRO OONISHI on Dec 8, 2010 0:19:11 GMT -5
Ginjiro was drifting in and out of sleep, enjoying his spot in the shade. How he managed to get to the lake was a pretty hefty story full of anecdotes and climbing jokes and the fact that bug type Pokemon had long since decided they hated him. (Which, as he pleasantly found out about ten times as a kid, was more than very, very true for anyone who had the nerve to argue against it.) It wasn't really comfortable, because—er—he was on the ground under a tree, and that kind of thing wasn't usually a five star hotel. Either way, he managed to doze off since he had nothing better to do for the next two hours.
With the top hat abandoned and once again left to let Kei's ears spill and twitch from beneath its ring, Ginjiro stretched and settled against the trunk. Kezu—all wide eyed and curious, mimicking as best as his hyperactive urges allowed—feigned tired, yawning in a parody of tired before crawling under his knees. Frantically, he looked right and then left, creeping past the monocle in his pocket and to his torso. In a heist of his own making, he shot upward and tugged the hat from Kei, ducking below it and out of sight. (It was common knowledge, at least for Ginji anyway, that Kezu considered Kei to be a fat, complainy old Spoink and believed that giving him anything was slander against Buddha. This ranged from hats to dinner to toys with the stuffing completely gutted. Literally anything counted.) Laughing, he caught him in his cape, and let the Mime Jr. tumble in waves of fabric before Kezu gripped its corner. Fascinated with the prospect of playing in the cape, he wrapped it around his tiny shoulders and made a convincing imitation of his own cloak to turn heads with.
What happened next would be, ahem, memorable—and no, not in a good way either. The lake was quiet, broken by lazy winds and nothing else while some guy wandered alone with his Luxray. In Ginjiro's humble opinion, this was in no way the perfect set up for something stolen from a horror film as he fell back into a well-earned drowsy haze. That apparently very clear misjudgment lasted for about five minutes as Kezu's eyes bugged, hopping over Kei and dropping to sit Indian-style on his chest.
"O3O MIIIIIME MIME MIIIIIIIIIIIIME MIMMMMME~," and, in a pretty impressive display of grace, Ginjiro shot upwards in a blur of white and, his mouth twitching, tried to recover as manfully as possible. (Kei had already made a mad dash for his cape, cowering dutifully inside it as he shook against his hip.)
"KEZU," Ginji tripped over his tongue and found himself staring blankly as he smiled—apparently, if how it split his cottoncandy pink face was any indication, he was very proud of this new, exciting expression, "WHO—WHAT—WHERE DID YOU EVEN—GAH!?" It was all very loud, too. 'Well, damn! THAT'S HORRIFYING. WHERE THE HELL DID HE LEARN THAT FROM.'
[/justify][/size] _________________ OOC: IT DOESN'T COUNT AS HUMAN. It doesn't count, ALL THOSE EFFING 'O3O' FACES. HOW DO YOU EVEN MAKE THAT EXPRESSION IN THE REAL WORLD. D8 IT'S A QUASI-RAPIST.
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Post by KOUTA AKIYAMA on Dec 8, 2010 19:43:58 GMT -5
What a perfect, perfect day. Nothing could go wrong. There wasn't even room for a horrible thought to surface. It was impossible. Kouta took a deep inhale, exhaling with a little content sigh. It was nice to relax after spending a day doing absolutely nothing besides walking down routes. He put his hands behind his head and glanced over at Giza. The Luxray looked like he was enjoying himself despite the bit of attitude earlier. Kouta settled down in the grass, closing his eyes. "Yep. Perfect da-"
Unfortunately, the moment of peace and almost-quiet was interrupted. Hearing his name, Kouta sat upright, hoping on whatever deity came to mind that it didn't come from who he thought it came from. But it had. It was none other than Note, a rather creepy breeder who had chosen to follow Kouta despite any protests the trainer may have had. This normally wouldn't have been a problem as long as Note had been a cute little bikini-wearing lady. However, Note was not a cute bikini-wearing lady, or female in general, which caused a problem for Kouta, since his usual sarcastic way of dealing with things hadn't worked, and never seemed to work.
Note crashed into him, sending Kouta back onto the grass and knocking the wind out of him. Why did these sort of things have to happen to him? "Get... off of me!" he wheezed, trying to shove Note off of him. "No, Giza. That's quite alright. I don't need any help. Stay right where you are. I wouldn't want you to chip a nail." Giza ignored his trainer, focusing solely on the Pichu clinging to his head, the Duskull hiding between his legs, and then on the man in the white tuxedo by a tree.
Kouta followed his Luxray's stare, craning his head back to blink at the man dressed in white and his Pokemon, who looked rather odd upside down with a grass sky and a sky ground. "Oh great. The circus is in town. Go say hi to your family, Note. I'm sure they've missed you sice you ran away." He had spoken a bit louder than he had intended. Well, Kouta wasn't exactly known for being nice.
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