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Carina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “I’m a doctor, I know what scurvy is.” She paused for a moment worried that her words sounded too harsh, “Thank you for the fruit though, they look delicious!” She took the wheel in response, making sure to keep the ship moving in a steady direction by making minor adjustments to their course according to the compass. The weather was perfect for sailing with a great blue sky dotted by only a few of the friendliest, fluffiest looking clouds. The smell of fried fish mixed with some spices she couldn’t recognize began to waft from below the ship’s deck reminding the young girl that she was starving.
She joined him for the meal, a little bit overwhelmed by the fact that she was not eating dried beef and gruel, and most likely wouldn’t have to be eating that for a long time. Carina took a seat at the table, and stared at the food in front of her trying to decide just where to start. She ended up spearing a morsel of fried fish along with some vegetables with her fork and took a bite of her first proper meal in two years. The tang of lemons bringing out the natural flavor of freshly caught fish made her eyes widen noticeably. She stared blankly for a moment, just relishing in the taste before hurriedly eating a few more mouthfuls. Carina was eating noticeably quickly, but still maintained the most basic of decent table manners such as using silverware, no elbows on the table and chewing with her mouth closed. After a minute or so in which a good third of her meal had been consumed, she calmed down and took the time to really taste and savor each bite.
“Woah, you’re quite the chef! This is the best meal I’ve had since,” Carina took a moment to wonder whether her parents’ cooking had ever been this good. “Well, it might be the best!” She enthusiastically returned to her meal, making sure to mop up every last drop of sauce with the fish and vegetables. In between bites she spoke to Raphael, “Okay. That make sense, we can pass by Syrup Village: there are usually a few pirate crews pillaging in that region. We might even find some bounty-hunters. If we defeat enough of them, the marines will see us as more dangerous and up our bounty.” She smiled at Raphael, “It should also appeal to a history buff like yourself.”
Meanwhile, a large three-masted ship appeared off the horizon. A few shouts and whistles could just barely be heard as the crew was ordered to pull on the ropes and adjust the sails. The large ship sailed straight toward Carina and Raphael’s ship, giving pursuit. The flutter of white cotton fabric caught Carina’s eye, and she leapt from her seat to lean over the side-rail and squint her eyes at the horizon. “Hey, Raphael. Do you think they’re other pirates? I can’t tell!”
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“S-Short!?” Carina squawked in a tone laden with indignation and anger. Sure, she was slightly below average size, but he was the ridiculously tall one! Her fingers clenched together into trembling fists as she seriously considered decking Raphael. Of course, one good look at his physique quelled the notion. He had deflected bullets with his chest, so her puny fists would barely do any damage to him, assuming that he didn’t simply jump back or block the blow, which was a very big assumption. Hell, she’d probably shatter her hand. Since she was about eye-level with Raphael’s bellybutton, Carina would have to jump in order to slap him in the face and most likely still deal with an injured hand. Instead, the Devil Fruit user settled for huffing loudly and shooting Raphael a glare filled with as much figurative venom as she could muster while letting him finish.
The deck began to sway as the boat churned out a frothy wake in response to the change in direction. The ship’s sails rustled as they picked up the wind and sped the vessel faster through the waves.
“Well, before I became the illustrious Captain Short Shit,” she began not even bothering to hide the vitriol in her words, “I was studying to become a doctor. If you start feeling unwell or when you’ve gotten yourself banged up in a fight, I’ve got you covered. I can’t handle a dose of my own medicine, but I assure you it works very well on everybody else!”
She then decided to start captaining the ship so she looked around for a compass and then started glancing from the compass to the map and back trying to figure out which direction they were going in. “According to the compass,we’re going south pretty quickly so if want to try and make it to Loguetown, we should tack and turn to the southwest.” The girl made a chopping signal with her hand in the direction the boat should turn. “We might have to go around a bit of land, but it shouldn’t be too hard to go around.”
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Carina shot Raphael the most indignant glare she could muster as he left the ship after threatening the little lapin nuzzling her neck. She shouted after him as though she had just come to some amazing revelation. “You’re an ass!” Once she was fairly convinced that she was in the clear and then turned to look upon the ship all the while grumbling to herself. “Don’t worry, AV. Fish sticks doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I won’t let dumb porcupine-head eat you, even if we do get hungry for meat. The man’s got absolutely no taste.”
Finding the stairs down into the lower decks of the stolen ship, Carina began to explore so that she would know where the galley, sick bay and sleeping quarters were. The sick bay was fairly well furnished with multiple cots for patients. She rummaged through the drawers and cabinets to acquaint herself with the room’s setup and to set out and organize all of her own brought supplies. Considering the fact that their crew was a grand total of two humanoids and a rabbit, the current set-up would be more than sufficient. Carina decided to wait before drugging the bunny today and left the sick bay, making her way back onto the top deck.
There, she came face to face with a young marine inspecting the illegally docked ship warily. Both of them startled when they saw each other, but Carina reacted first and breathed out a thick cloud of minorly poisonous gas. The marine managed to draw his cutlass before he sank to the deck with a loud thud clutching his throat. In an instant, the Devil Fruit User dispelled the gas and grabbed the Marine by an arm. Straining slightly, she began to drag his unconscious body across the deck and back onto the docks. The large. burly man was armed with a sword and musket, making him a lot heavier than she had originally anticipated. “Wow. This guy really needs to go on a diet,” she muttered to herself. “Okay… 1, 2, 3 GO!” With an additional burst of energy, she managed to roll the marine’s prone form onto firm ground. “YES! Score one for me!”
Nothing else exciting appeared to be happening since the marine was due to be knocked out for several hours at least. Trying to find a useful way to occupy her time, the pirate decided to practice clambering up and down the knotted rigging into the crows-nest. Using similar motions to climbing a ladder, Carina began to make her way up to the top, trying not to mind the dizzying height she was currently at. One false step and Raphael would come back to find her cracked open body bleeding out on the deck. A lump formed in her throat, so she took a moment to take a deep breath and continue climbing. Finally, she made it to the top and grinned at the beautiful sight of the island. The salty sea breeze whistled through her hair and a few seagulls let loose throaty sqawks from overhead. Raphael came by carrying…trees!? Really, just how strong WAS this guy anyway? Even carrying one tree was way out of her league. She relished in the feeling of freedom for a brief moment before being startled by loud cries of “Stop! Thief!” The girl stumbled a bit trying to get down from the rigging and ended up accidentally catching one of her feet through the gaps of the rope. Carina struggled for a moment, thrashing about in an attempt to dislodge her foot before getting frustrated. “Doku Doku no Venom Road!” Using a trail of noxious purple venom, Carina transported herself from the rigging to the relatively more sturdy wooden surface of the ship’s deck. “Wait a minute…” The girl gave an enormous sigh. Conjuring another Venom Road, Carina easily slid through the toxic tunnel up into the crowsnest and then back down again. She waved a hand to remove all of the poison and restore the ship to its original, pristine state.
Soon after, Raphael appeared with barrels of rum and water in tow and boarded the ship.
“Nice to meet you Raphael,” she answered, “the name’s Carina Skylark and I’m ready to get this show on the road!” She opened up the atlas of maps and flipped the book to the page showing all of East Blue. “Since you’re steering the ship, is there anywhere in particular you want to go?”
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Carina inspected the small coin-pouch in her hands, discreetly opening the clasp and flipping through the currency inside. Hopefully, the jingling contents would be enough for her needed supplies. Luckily, the ship already seemed to be stocked with the basics of ammunition, food and equipment but there were still other things she would need, especially since she had no idea when they’d reach another town. The mixed blood who saved her was a bit of an enigma. She knew what he was but still no idea as to who he was and what led him to want to form a pirate crew in the first place. A heart-felt sigh escaped her lips before she shook her purple-haired head wildly and refocused on the task at hand.
The island looked lively, and she found herself strolling along a wide cobblestone street flanked by small stores and stalls. Carina scanned the titles of the store and the wares displayed until she found a bookstore of sorts. Even if she had the money, there were only so many books the young woman could carry so she chose to limit herself to purchasing an atlas containing maps of North, South, East and West Blue. She continued to buy other gear such as a gas mask, a small scrap of black cloth, some painting supplies along with a simple top in her size which did not implicate her as a marine deserter. There was still one thing, she desperately needed and having no clue where to turn to, she resorted to asking directions to the nearest pet shop from a passer-by.
Finally, Carina returned to the dock where the brig was being held, supplies in tow and began to haul them onto the ship. “Thanks for the money, there’s still a little bit left if the ship is missing anything,”she mentioned quietly to the the man. They could wait to design their flag once the ship was safely in their possession and far, far out of the reach of the original owners. The thought of an entire crew roaming around the island and eventually returning was a tad worrying.
“Also, meet the newest member of our crew: AV!” The girl announced with an excited lilt in her voice, displaying her purchase at the pet store: a completely ordinary cream colored lop bunny currently sitting on her shoulder. Speaking quickly, Carina cut in before any protests could be made, “AV is short for anti-venom. I need a mammal in order to make some and a rabbit is cheaper than a goat. ” The pirate gently ruffled the fur just behind the rabbit’s ears, delighting in the pleased look on its face. “Even if I wasn’t a Poison Human, it’s always a good idea to have a few antidotes prepared just in case. Also, I got some maps, a gas mask and a flag. Did you need anything in town? We might want to shove off before the original owners get back.”
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The mysterious and enormous man appeared again in the bunk, anxiously pressuring her to pack. “I’m not going to die that easily,” she huffed but obligingly packed faster. Compared to the other marines, her bag was noticeably larger and heavier but with good reason. As a doctor, her craft required a variety of surgical equipment in addition to the few medicines and ingredients she couldn’t synthesize herself and a few refresher textbooks on anatomy and known types of diseases. She had a few other books in her bags on different sea creatures and plants discovered in and around the Grand Line. Her personal possessions were few: a change of clothes, a few changes of undergarments and some basic hygiene products.
Once all of her equipment was packed away in a big rucksack, she fled after Raphael. The blunt, squishy sounds coming from one of the rooms nearby were terrifying. “Doku Doku No Venom Road!” In an instant, her belongings and body became covered with a viscous, violet-colored goo reeking of the sickly sweet smell of insecticide. She created a tunnel of venom following the path, the mysterious man had opened up and rushed through into the life boat. She landed in the boat near one of the wooden benches and shed the venom armor, and took a seat while watching her new companion warily. Her eyes stared at his chest where the bullet had seemingly bounced off. “Who are you?”
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Carina sat down at one of the mess hall tables, eagerly digging into her food. She’d eat just about anything, even though she was well aware that the biscuits were stale. One whiff of the watery consistency of the gruel, revealed the presence of some lurking bacteria or fungus. With a frown, she also avoided the gruel but happily tore into the beef jerky. The dried strips of meat were tough and chewy, forcing the young woman to really work the sinewy hide with her teeth. Carina’s throat began to feel dry due to the salt preserved meat, so she made her way up to the cook and asked for a drink.
Most of her fellow crewman stopped and stared at the recruit when she requested something other than the standard issue grog. When her pleas for water met with deaf ears and a bumper full of grog, she sighed and headed back to her table ignoring the pointed stares and feelings of isolation from her fellow shipmates. Carina stared at the alcoholic beverage in front of her nervously. If this was the only beverage available, she’d have to drink it, but the idea was unsavory.
A loud thud alerted her to the arrival of a new recruit whom she hadn’t met before. He was noticeably fussy and picky with his food, ignoring the dubiously nutritious gruel in favor of the biscuit and meat like herself. As soon as one of the more experienced sailors entered the crowded and cramped mess-hall, he vanished before she could ask his name. Well, they would be on this boat for a while so she’d surely have a chance to learn his name. And what was all that about being a pirate? Sure, life on the marine boat was dreadful and near unbearable but to abandon all of it for a life of crime? The stranger mentioned that so casually too! She snorted, wondering if he was some sort of marine mole looking for dissenters before taking a sip of the bitter drink. The rum like drink burned a steady trickle down her throat as the alcohol worked its way into her system.
It only took a span of five minutes for the warm tipsy fire in her stomach to transform into an all-consuming, gut-wrenching lurch. Rising to her feet, Carina shoved her plate backwards and stumbled towards the exit aware of all of the eyes staring on her. Why were the stairs so far away? Every few seconds it felt as though something was clawing at her stomach trying to get out. Her head began to swim and her vision blurred and became filled with tiny shining spots. As Carina began to climb the wooden narrow rungs of the stairs to reach some fresh air, the sides of her vision began to cave in leaving her tunnel-visioned. Behind her she could hear some worried murmurs, “Hey lass…are you okay?”
Carina attempted to shake her head, but instead threw up on one of the stair rungs to the disgust of the same time. What did the crew think would happen if she was only allowed to drink beverages laced with ethanol?? The Devil Fruit user whimpered sadly, feeling both incredibly embarrassed and angry at the ethanol? Once all of the toxin was out of her system and thoroughly coating the stairs and hold, she pulled herself out onto the main deck to try and get some fresh air and recover, still feeling dizzy.
Glancing around, she found the drill sergeant who had been nice to her before and cautiously approached him. “Permission to speak, sir?” The marine whirled around and then raised an eyebrow, “Permission granted, private. Speak freely.” With the formalities out of the way, Carina confessed, ” I don’t think the marine life is really for me, sir. Can I leave the service at the next stop?” The sergeant frowned, noticing the young woman’s pallid complexion and unsteady gait and frowned, “I understand that even the best of us get sea-sick but you do have to pay back the money spent on your uniform and rations.”
At this point, the conversation was punctuated by the captain coming down into the mess-hall in order to track where Raphael had gone off to. Since the stairs were now covered in putrid purple goo mixed with bits of meat and biscuit, his boot slipped on the first rung. The captain slid down the stairs, crashing onto the ground with a sound like a thunderous herd of elephants. His pristine white and navy uniform was stained and thoroughly ruined. The captain immediately began swearing his head off, “Devil take whoever did this, when I find out who’s responsible, I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!”
Carina turned back to the sergeant, “I’m sure I could pay back the money, but I have to go sooner rather than later.” The older marine sighed, “I’m assuming you’re responsible for this mess?” He didn’t need to look to see her nod silently. “Fine, but it’s a fair amount of money for your uniform.” The recruit frowned for a moment thinking before her eyes lit up with an idea. “I have an idea, do you have any empty bottles?”
Since the older marine did, in fact have plenty of empty bottles Carina decided to pay her way by producing pure 100% ethanol in the empty bottles. “Doku Doku no… Ethanol!” The young marine shouted, temporarily forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding. Her arms began to drip with the colorless, clear toxin and rapidly filled the empty wine bottles, oil jars and every other empty container the marine had available.
“The marine commander won’t be happy to hear this, but it might be for the best if you leave. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
Carina grinned, “Thanks, sir! I really owe you one!” With that, she dashed off to get her few remaining supplies ready so she could leave at a moment’s notice.
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Carina sifted through the pile of weapons picking up each one and studying it for a moment before returning the weapon to the pile. A dagger was light enough, but didn’t have enough range for her to get anywhere near a grown man in melee combat. A spear would make her too easy to crowd. Carina also didn’t trust her arm strength to wield a blunt weapon such as a spiked club or a mace. /Maybe a sword would be the better option?/
Then, she came across something heavy, shiny and large buried under a large amount of rubble. It took a while to dislodge all of the flintlock rifles and pistols trapping the shiny bit of metal, but one great tug and heave pulled the unique weapon free. It was a shiny round, brassy shield with a small cavity in the cener and a constellation of smaller slits around the cavity. The young marine puzzled with the piece of armor, turning it over and finding a sharp blade attached to the underside of the shield along with a set of leather bands forming a gauntlet, allowing the shield to be worn. Trying the device on, she strapped her right arm into the gauntlet. It was heavy, but felt durable and sturdy. Furthermore, there was no chance of her accidentally dropping the blade.
With a grin, Carina turned back towards the Marine training instructor who was busy massaging his temples with two enormous thumbs. “Are you really sure you want that weapon? It’ll be difficult to learn how to use, and I can’t give you any training for that.”
Carina paused, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Roger that, but…this just seems right for some reason, sir!” She paused for a moment, “Umn.. what exactly is this?”
Sighing as it seemed like the girl’s mind was made up and feeling a premonition that this particular recruit would give him a heart-attack or two on this tour answered her, “It’s called a lantern shield. You can add a lit lantern,” here the older marine pointed towards the crevice set in the middle of the shield, “to light up dark areas or distract your enemy. But,” and here his voice grew more gruff and stiff, “I expect you to be able to fight without relying on cheap tricks which means your free time should be spent in additional combat training.”
“Aye, aye sir!” He nodded, sensing her enthusiasm and then shouted, “Dismissed!”
Carina saluted back, and then headed up a ladder into the more populated rooms of the ship to get a hot meal, the lantern shield still strapped to her arm.
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*scrawls all over the rules in purple ink *
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On the marine sloop-of-war, Indefatigable, the drill sergeant in charge of training and establishing discipline within the newest batch of recruits this side of the East Blue quickly scanned down the list of scribbled black names on his clipboard. He scowled briefly, the rim of his hat shadowing his eyes as the man attempted to match their names with their faces. The recruits were in their uniforms: white caps, a white sleeveless shirt with navy blue trousers and a matching color kerchief tied the collar. They were currently practicing routine drills with the marine standard issue firearm. The older recruits looked as though they may have actually used a rifle before, two young men were gleefully swinging the wooden stock around with reckless abandon and one young woman was dutifully going through the motions slowly and carefully. He made sure to keep an eye on that one: young enough to be trainable but mature enough to be a reliable marine. The sixth recruit; however, made his large bushy eyebrows twitch with irritation.
The young girl, just around the age of recruitment fumbled about with her rifle. Her hands slipped on the trigger causing the firearm to jump out of her hands. She gave a few desperate attempts to catch the rifle, but ultimately dropped it onto the deck of the ship with a raucous clatter. She blushed a bit, clearly trying to quell her growing embarrassment and picked the rifle up to try the drill again.
/Thank goodness we didn’t give them real bullets./ The drill sergeant looked at his clipboard to find the name of the clutz assigned to his ship: Carina Skylark. In the margins next to her name and crude sketch was a note scrawled in the loopy cursive of his superior: “Devil Fruit User”. The rest of the day’s drills and training went about as expected until it was time to test the rookies’ marksmanship. Target dummies made of sacks of old cloth were positioned on a nearby rock while the ship remained relatively motionless There were a few misses and near-hits from the recruits as to be expected with their first time using a gun. He took special notice when it became Carina’ turn to fire, wary of any mishaps or wild shots. Looking rather nervous, the young woman shouldered the rifle and set her sights on the heaps of old, wet cloth on the rocks in front of her. Taking a deep breath, Carina squeezed the trigger. Immediately, the gun’s recoil sent her flying a good foot and knocked the Devil Fruit user flat on her back with a sickening crunch. The drill sergeant shook his head with a sigh. /Completely useless./ To his surprise; however, the target she was aiming at had a neat bullet hole right through where the neck would have been.
Anxious murmurs were spilling forth from the rookie mass, so the drill sergeant announced, “Skylark! Sit these next drills out and stay afterwards. Everyone else, I’m going to teach you how to PROPERLY aim! In a real combat situation, you do not have 20 minutes to adjust your aim if pirates are attacking!”Carina pulled herself off of the deck, wincing as she gingerly touched her shoulder and felt what would become an enormous bruise the next day. She straightened her short purple hair a bit, trying to recover before stalking off to watch her fellow recruits drill. A few of the old hands on the boat were openly laughing at her, and not for the first time did she start to wonder if she really had what it took to be a Marine.
Once the trainees were dismissed for a meal, the drill sergeant approached Carina and commanded her to follow him down into the ship’s hold. A bit nervous, Carina agreed and was led through the damp, swaying depths to a room containing most of the supplies for the ship including a handful of spare or confiscated weapons. She looked up at her superior with curiosity written all over her face. In a gruff voice he announced, “I really shouldn’t be giving you one of these. You’re a private, and you should be using the standard cutlass and rifle.” Taking a breath, the marine continued, “But let’s face it. You’re never going to truly fit in with a Devil Fruit, and you’re a danger to the whole crew with those weapons. Might as well pick something that isn’t going to rip your arm off every time you fire it.”
“Roger that!! Thank you sir!” The adoring, grateful, puppy-like grin on the girl’s face as she saluted him before sifting through all of the weapons took the older marine off-guard. He smirked, pulling the hat down low over his eyes. Despite her incompetence, she might just turn out to be a good kid, after-all.
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Name: Carina Skylark
Age: 16 years old
Appearance: (Currently in Marine uniform)
Devil Fruit: Doku Doku no Mi (Venom-Venom Fruit)
Haki: N/A
Lineage: Granddaughter of Don Krieg
Abilities: Powers and disadvantages of the Doku Doku no Mi Fruit.
(Ingesting poison gives her severe nausea)
Excellent knowledge of anatomy and medicine
Good hand-eye coordination and strong for her size.Ship: Brig “The Sea Devil”
Crew: Raphael (First Mate + Chef)
Rank: Marine Deserter + Novice Pirate Captain
History: Carina lived with her mother in a peaceful island in East Blue. Her father was a merchant trader hoping to make his fortune trading odd, unusual items from the Grand Line and subsequently disappeared around her 8th birthday, while her mother ran a general store. On her 10th birthday, Carina left her family to apprentice and study under the island’s resident doctor, learning the craft of healing wounds and mending injuries of all sorts. Her mother always wanted a secure job for her, and gaining specialized knowledge was a clear way to improve one’s lot in life. When she was 14 and a common fixture at the clinic, Doctor Alphonse managed to get his hands (by taking out ridiculous loans which would hound him for life) on an unknown Devil Fruit. Worried about the type of fruit it might be or whether it might in fact be a fake, he made Carina eat a small sliver of the fruit to test it out first. If the fruit’s power turned out to be one he wanted, the doctor would then eat the rest of the fruit. Unfortunately, the fruit only bestows its abilities and curses to the first person to eat the fruit, Carina. Enraged at being “cheated” of his Devil Fruit powers, the doctor proceeded to take out his frustration on the apprentice, making her life miserable for the next 2 years. As soon as she was old enough, Carina signed up to join the Marines as a Ship’s Doctor withe the added benefit of having a Devil Fruit’s powers, and sailed away.
Theme:Treasure Cove
Battling with Deadly Force: Treacherous Waters -
Name: Sir William Courtenay
Age: 33 yrs
Residence: New World
Race: White
Height: 5’11
Weight: 170 lb
Appearance: [IMG] http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/uploads/chars/6186-1547451947.png [/IMG]
Affiliation: Templar Order
Job: Head Templar (Royal Duke of Lancaster)
——–TBC——Weapons: (What you has weaponry wise.)
Other Items: (Items your character carries with them.)
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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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[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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Skvaada’s whole body tensed when the highblood looped an arm around her, feeling highly sensitive to touch. She immediately stilled once her mind caught up to the situation, though. Pulling away or any kind of sudden startle response could result in accidently torn ligaments, and she didn’t want to do that to her friend. Also, as unusual and extremely unorthodox as the gesture was, Skvaada would never deny that it felt… nice. Really nice in fact. Troll to troll contact wasn’t something she experienced very often due to obvious reasons.
The newcomer seadweller was alright at least. Crap. She had the feeling that just staying like this might get awkward. But if she brought attention to herself wouldn’t it also be strange? Should she say something? Return the gesture? What were the proper protocol for situations like this? Nothing came to mind, and the indigoblood’s mind fluttered about frantically. [color color=#2554C7] Highbloo- I mean, Zembra? Is everything alright? Are you having a good time?” [/color] She mentally congratulated herself on catching her slip up when Zembra specifically asked to not be called “highblood” at her part]y.
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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]