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Isolation Island (Main RP)
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As they got closer she stopped feeling the wind slide up her skirt and closed her eyes smoothing it out then glanced as she saw the pokeball go up.. Her mind danced. “Great the ghost again.” She just sighed and shook her head. “Well in we go.” She said as she followed him in. Stopping and seeing him do that she smiled. Opening her clutch she pulled out some of that pink fabric and wrapped it around her and looped a carabineer through the two loops to hold it on her and she smiled holding it for the time it would keep her skirt from flying up which left her relieved she was trying to avoid this area but he was the only trainer right now and she had to watch out for him tell others arrived and they could work together. As they moved she dodged around the shuppet that kept flying around her and after her. If he was playing close enough attention he might have caught a brief hint of blue show up against those dark shades she wore. Once they got to the cave she took the fabric off and stuffed it into the bag and started to hum again how the clutch even held that was a mystery in it of itself. She just closed it and smiled. A large gust of arctic wind came in and sure enough lifted her skirt showing off dark blue undergarment that looked way to expensive and something long and pink wrapped around her waist and down her leg stopping about two inches from the hem of her skirt. She quickly tried to catch it and force it back down and held her skirt down and blushed. “I’m so sorry I guess I didn’t come dressed for the occation.”
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[color color=#8B008B] Vikkela awoke from her slumber with a start, feeling as though she was being watched. The bug Pokémon crawled out of the tree hollow, sweeping the area with her 360 degree vision for any sign of danger. Through the night sky, she could pick out the light purple coloring of a young female Zubat hunting for prey. Even in the dark night, an interloper could not escape her bright green gaze. The bat Pokémon was looking for a safe place to sleep during the daytime but also eating her bugs. Of course, this affront would not go unanswered.
A fight quickly broke out between the two aerial Pokémon, and they could be seen darting and diving about as each tried to gain a height and speed advantage upon the other. Vikkela quickly took to the skies and with superior maneuverability, she dove at the surprised Zubat and drove it to the ground. The bat immediately retaliated to the attempted pin and sunk her fangs into a wedge of the Yanma’s exoskeletal carapace. Vikkela immediately pulled away and disentangled herself to begin the fight once more.
The two flying pokemon attacked each other passionately with the Zubat relying on its draining bites and nips while the Yanma focused on her speed and superior stamina. The fight lasted for a ridiculously long amount of time, the sounds of combat ringing across the jungle. The unconscious Rattata had at this point recovered and watched the battle in awe at the furious combat between two determined predators. Eventually, the skirmish was settled with the Zubat lying down on the jungle underbrush comatose while Vikkela drowsily fluttered back to her nest feeling completely exhausted and more than a bit light-headed. Still, the Zubat had proven to be a more than worthy opponent and under different circumstances, perhaps they could and even still could be friends. The satisfaction that came with fighting an excellent, invigorating and challenging fight lulled the territorial Yanma back into pleasant insect catching dreams.
Vikkela Speed 7 HP: 12 -3 -3 -3 = 9 HP remaining
Zubat Speed 6 HP: 12 (-5+2)(-5+2)(-5+2)-5 = 0 HP[/color]
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[color color=#339966] Eevee makes her way down the volcano, hoping to find cooler ground while trying to remain out of sight. Having very little experience in battle but a good sense for travelling and the mountain terrain. The thought of where she was continuously on her mind as she walks quickly to stop her paws burning under the heat of the ashes. [/color]
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[color color=#990000]-Death decided to roam out along the wall, hoping to find his way back to his first hiding hole. He was heading in the complete opposite direction by this point and time and ended up stepping out into the plains. He whimpered a bit and looked out along it. He didn’t want to go any further. He didn’t remember any tall grasses. He turned around and started going the other way against the wall, stopping back at his boar tree to take another snack before continuing back along to find his first tree. He was having the worst of luck as it was taking him a long time to find it.-[/color]
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[color color=#6A287E] Vikkela drifted back into slumber, reflecting on the events that had transpired and succumbing further and further to her exhaustion. Her life in this strange place seemed like nothing but fighting, fighting, fighting. Were there any other Yanma nearby? How long would it take for the other Pokémon to get the picture and just leave her alone? All of these questions swam through her mind as the Pokémon took the opportunity to get some rest and recover from her wounds and fluid loss. She should probably get some water and more food once she woke up but right now, sleep seemed to be the more pressing issue. [/color]
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-Daemon had his head in his backpack when the strong blast of wind blew her skirt up but his fellow pokemon were not so lucky as they both saw the tail clearly. Gible tried to understand it while the Shuppet seemed to grow irritated by seeing the tail as if by nature it wanted to attack. Daemon looked up and saw this so he used his pokeball to suck it back in before it could do anything. He shrugged”I didn’t really expect an arctic area to be here either but if things are going to be hidden then this will be the place for them to be as they want to test us and this is the most lethal area to living creatures other then the desert and until Gible gets stronger I will not venture into there”.
Daemon walked out of the cave and saw what looked like a rabbit bounce by so he pulled his knife and threw it sticking the poor thing right in the back hoping it wasn’t a pokemon which luckily it wasn’t. It turned out to be an artic hare which was an overgrow rabbit. He pulled his knife and brought it back into the cave where he skinned it and placed it by the fire to cook while he cleaned the fur until it was free of blood giving him a fresh pelt to use later.
He decided to venture out again wearing the make shift jacket once they ate the hare and got there nutrients back, he had been walking for what was almost five hours when he tripped over something and nearly fell off a cliff but he was able to hold on with his right hand but when Gible shifted in his backpack the weight was uneven and he slipped and fell down crashing through tree branches which slowed his fall down some. He landed face first into a large pile of snow sinking in till he hit the ground he fell sore but he would be alright but he was cold.
He knew about a foot of snow was on his back so he would be unnoticeable from where the woman was still at he began to use what body heat he had to pack the snow around him and pushing the extra away. He soon had a igloo of packed snow the only difference was he had no hole and he knew his air would grow then soon He pulled out his gun and fired it ahead of himself and the bullet flew through the snow and threw trees. The heat of the bullet kept the snow packed so it didn’t cave in forming a hole for the air to come in so he wouldn’t suffocate. He knew the sound would have been easily heard but he doubted it would be pin point able of his location so he was most likely alone once again in his adventure but he was fine. He removed his jacket so that he covered up the ground and used the other half to cover himself he looked in his back to see Gible looking up at him a bit shocked most likely by the sound of the bullet more then the fall. Daemon reached in and pulled him out and held him beside himself while he rested and soon slept enjoying the extra body heat the little guy created.-
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[color color=#660000]-Death continued to stumble along the edge of wall but didn’t quite know when it would get to where he wanted to go. He turned back around and headed back towards the edge where he saw the pretty grass. Luckily, it could see if it would just hop over the tall grass. So he bounced and saw things like a hilly area that was tan colored. He didn’t think he wanted to go there. He also saw mountains back along the wall, some spewing smoke. He decided that would be the best way to go, padding his way through the grass and just happening to see a Weedle on its way back to the forest. It was covered in burns and curled up when it saw the houndour. Death sat down and looked at the thing, sniffing it a bit and able to smell the poison. He really didn’t know what it was, but he knew he didn’t want to touch it. He saw the weedle start to uncurl from its little ball and Death layed down as they stared at one another.
The Weedle looked at Death, tilting his head a little to the left. Death mimiced it by moving his head to the right. He flopped his ears down so his head looked more like the Weedle’s. The Weedle seemed content now and started its trek back to the forest, slowly. Death padded beside it and then went in front of it. He sat down and looked back at the Weedle. The Weedle stopped and cocked its head at the houndour. Death kept sitting there, patiently.
After a few moments, the Weedle crawled onto Death’s back and hung tight onto his head. Death stood up and took off in a run towards where he made his home in the forest with the boar carcas. He went to the tree swiftly and once there, he showed the weedle around the small area. The weedle closed its eyes contently and curled up on Death’s head. Death sat down and layed near the boar carcas. He was starving by this point and needed to eat anyway. He chewed on it and ate through the rest of the meat, filling himself.
The Weedle remained curled up on his head and he didn’t understand why. He got himself back up and pawed to a bush, gnawing and pulling off a branch and taking it back to his hole. The branch had berries and lush leaves on it. The Weedle uncurled and saw the berries. It climbed down off the houndour and began to munch on them. Death took the liberty to lick the Weedle’s burns.-[/color]
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[color color=mediumorchid] After a good amount of rest, Vikkela woke up hungry but a little less dizzy from the Zubat attack. Revving her wings to life, the bug Pokemon decided to spend some time exploring. The jungle like habitat was thick with mosquitoes, and she happily snapped them out with quick darting motions. Once sated, she then landed on the edges of some trees to lap up any remaining dew or rainwater stored in various crevices of vegetation. Still, there wasn’t quite enough water to fully satisfy her, so the Yanma continued to explore the jungle looking for a stagnant pool or shallow stream to lap water up from.
She caught sight of the Rattata she had defeated earlier nibbling on some fruit in one of the trees further away from her turf. The rodent flinched at the sight of the red dragonfly and bristled, preparing for combat despite its bruised appearance but Vikkela flew by without any aggressive motions. As long as the Rattata stayed well aware from her nesting tree there was no real reason to fight since she hadn’t expanded her territory to cover this part of the jungle yet.
To the dragonfly’s surprise, the jungle seemed incredibly devoid of Pokemon. There was the Rattata, and she was certain that Zubat was lurking around somewhere and possibly the Pidgey as well but nothing larger and certainly no plant Pokemon. She hadn’t seen many Pokemon before being captured and sent to the island, so perhaps this was natural? Still, there appeared to be a lot of wasted space. Hoping that the lack of Pokemon also included a lack of water Pokemon, the Yanman turned and decided to head back to the lake for a drink of fresh water. [/color]
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Finding the cooler grassland near the summit of the next mountain. unsure of how far she had ventured, there seeming no end to the mass of mountains. Wherever she was, it was huge. Eevee wandered on, happy that the ground wasn’t burning her paws, her tail singed slightly from the embers which rained down.
She was hungry and desperate for water, however much to her sadness there seemed very little around. the heat from the volcano still effecting her, she hadn’t gone very far away and its heat continued pouring from its creator. The slowly moved on, trying to be as efficient as she could.
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Victoria watched the man leave but saw how the pokemon reacted and kept a stone look on her face ready to fight with the shuppet that seemed to be getting ready to attack her. Then she saw him call it back and her stance eased but her stone look did not. She watched him get up and leave she stayed in the cave awhile and then walked out and looked at the cold and sighed and turned working her way back to warmer climates. Her eyes darted about as she moved then she heard the sound of choppers and jets and sighed. “So it begins I pray for these people and the pokemon that are sent here. These will be the strongest and best. Even the elite 4 of every region will fear what is to come.” She soon had her way to the forest and sighed again feeling the warmth seep into her and pulled the pink fabric form around her and stuffed it back into the clutch. “Well let’s see here if this is starting the desert will be a no go zone for many for some time. At least there will be a challenge aside from the restricted area.” She had been given an area in which she was not allowed to enter for any reason and she followed her orders. Turning her head at the gun shot she sighed. “That’s one bullet down be sparing with what you have.” She said to the wind and started to walk learning the lay of the lands from the map she had made from her flight over the island as she came down. Soon she had skirted to the grass lands and thought for a moment and entered it walking through the tall grass of this area. “Seems they grew this place well the mergers are subtle and every area blinds into the other as they normally should.”
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[color color=#660000]-Death watched as the Weedle finished up its branch and let it climb back onto his head. Death gnawed on some of the boar bones before deciding to head out again. The Weedle hung onto his head and Death took off running along the wall edge of the grasslands. He was determined to get to the mountains and volcanoes.
On one of his leaps he saw a lady on the other side of the plains but it meant nothing to him. He kept running fast as he could but smelled something like burnt fur as he got closer. He stopped and tried to sniff around. He had no clue where the smell was coming from. The Weedle curled up on his head and made sure its little horns stuck up protectively so he could use the weedle to headbutt poison them. He padded towards the smell and saw a little brown thing passing through.
Death decided to make itself known to the creature and barked. He wanted to see the reaction. The Weedle on his head seemed to have gotten a bit spooked from the bark itself and curled tighter in its defensive position. Death wanted to see if the critter was friend, or foe.-[/color]
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-Daemon after an hour dog himself out and began to search around for a while and he finally found what he was looking for a single poke ball so he turned to Gible”this will keep u safe and he pulled his little friend into the ball which instantly turned white as the Gible knew it was coming and understood it. He turned and began to hike farther into the cold area not really bothering him as most of his training had been in cold climates since dragons hated it. He found another cave and made another fire and relaxed planning on trying to find another ball tomorrow. He heard a roar inside the cave and to his horror be saw a huge bear that made this save his home. Daemon growled back as he drew his knife and stood ready for the assault knowing his pokemon would be useless against this creature. He watched as the bear charged and he rolled to the side dug the knife into its arm cutting the tendons and muscle from bone. He watched the beast fall and he ran at it without skipping a beat cutting the throat before laying against the wall waiting for the beast to pass away. He was a hunter by nature but he never wasted what he killed he soon began to dug his knife through the fur cutting it away so he could now have a fur outfit to get through this wasteland a lot easier.
Daemon cooked the meat and got a full meal for the first time since landing here he hung up the fur to dry and with the harsh winds of the blizzard helped it along quickly. Daemon soon was fully fed and his fur was dry. It was a big bigger then he was so he pulled out some rope so as he stepped into the fur he tied it around his arms legs and waist to bind the outfit onto himself. He then placed the backpack on to hold it on his shoulders before pulling it over his head. He walked out no longer feeling the cold winds made him smile and he was able to venture around for hours on end looking for the poke balls as the weather no longer effected him as badly as it use to so after about four days of being in the glacier area he finally came out the other side now holding six poke balls on his belt. He had found five of the eight balls that existed in the glacier area and he was prepared to begin this new journey again. He had left his bear fur in a cave in case he ever needed it again or if someone else ever did. He was was now in the rock area and could see a huge cave which he decided to avoid for now. He made his way to the lake area and after making sure no one was around made his way into the water washing himself and his clothes before letting out Gible who dived into the water happily splashing around and enjoying himself. They both came out clean and Daemon got dressed before laying back on the beach looking up into the sky.-