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Post by Wrath on Mar 22, 2009 11:08:25 GMT -5
Paul stared at the locked door to the Viridian Gym before him with a cold grimace. What. In the hell. Was this? A Gym, neglected by its leader, shut to any challengers! "THIS SHIT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL!" Paul snarled, his normally cold and calculating attitude shattered by the fact that nothing today seemed to going right. How was he going to get stronger, to make a name for himself, if the very first gym he came to was closed, and appeared to have been closed for a very long time? Taking a deep breath to help contain his emotions, the arrogant trainer turned his now emotionless gaze downward to the Mareep standing by his side, as it stared with disappointment at the locked gym. Now that Paul thought about it, it was a good thing the door was locked. Reeper the Mareep had proven to be a very useless starter, but unfortunately he hadn't encountered anything on his journey from Pallet to Viridian that was worth catching. Not to mention, the ball of fluff hadn't even been able to learn Thundershock yet. Reeper most likely would have lost at the hands of the wild Pidgey and Rattata that ran rampant in this area. As if finally detecting its trainer's harsh glare, Reeper turned his warm brown eyes on Paul, wagging its tail hopefully and bleating. "The very moment I have any other pokemon, I'm releasing you. You're weak. You're useless. You should be ashamed of yourself," Paul informed the electric sheep coldly. Tears entered Reeper's eyes, and it let out an angry cry as its fleece suddenly became charged. It sent out a weak volt of electricity at its trainer, but it wasn't well-aimed, and Paul easily sidestepped the attack. Whimpering weakly, Reeper gawked at what he had just done, and he suddenly began to cheer proudly. Reeper had finally learned Thundershock! Surely his trainer would be pleased! Paul grinned darkly, pushing out a strand of straight purple hair out of his beady black eyes. If he had treated the thing with love, raised it slowly and let it rest upon getting tired, it never would have done that. "Hmph. Don't get too excited. Attack me again and you're out of here either way." Paul snapped, at which point Reeper turned his gaze downward in shame. Paul turned away from the locked gym door, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched, and his eyes closed, as he began to walk away. Reeper, his tail hanging down in misery, trotted after.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 22, 2009 14:00:48 GMT -5
So Viridian had a Gym.
Yes, when Damion heard the words had changed him immediately. It had been an innocent conversation with a Nurse Joy when he first discovered the fact. Some would have claimed he maybe should have known that. The truth was that the blonde hadn't cared for the region's geography nor the contents of its towns. To be truthful he thought he'd just go in the direction that the paths offered on his journey and battle gyms as he saw fit. However, when the pink-haired Nurse let slip the possibility of a challenge here he had immediately split off.
The trainer had been excited at the prospect of battling so early. His run was rather rash one you might say and it seemed a miracle he hadn't tripped over already. Damion had certainly ignored the nurse and hadn't heard the cries of her claiming it being closed. To be honest he hadn't really been listening in the first place since it was only the 'you should be more careful as a starting trainer' lecture. That pink abomination had done much more damage to him! He had been crushed by it and... It had touched him. Bu-but Damion didn't want to think about that! The Gym challenge was what was important!
However, having been so absorbed in his thoughts before, it was only then he noticed the purple-haired boy. This even took a while to program; he didn't seem to quite realize that the boy was in his path and hence that meant a collision. 'Slow Down'? That option was impossible. It wasn't as if he was going at an incredibly fast speed but the adolescent had just never learnt how to restrain himself.
"Get out of the way! MOVE IT!"
That was the only option. To demand that the other trainer get out of the way; people should have been out of the way of his greatness in the first place! Collision, however, seemed somewhat imminent.
ooc/ OKAY SHUUSH IT'S CRAP BUT I AM ALSO CRAP ATM. D:
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Post by Wrath on Mar 22, 2009 15:57:19 GMT -5
Though Paul's face appeared decidedly more serene when his harsh eyes were shut to the world, the thoughts running through his mind were anything but. Weaving complex battle strategies in his mind was a way he calmed himself down. Nothing better than imagining your pokemon destroying others. Of course, since Reeper was already useless, he had already replaced the sheep with something better. Perhaps a Primeape, or a Pidgeot. The closest gym not including the Viridian gym, Paul knew, from doing a bit of research on the region, was the Pewter City gym. The leader was Brock, a rock-type trainer. With this in mind, Paul decided he could catch a Mankey west of Viridian City, or he could go to the pond he had heard about to catch some water type. His eyes opening as his next destination became clear, Paul was shocked to see a pointy-haired blond boy racing toward him, showing no signs of stopping. Paul may have had good reflexes in pokemon battles, when he simply had to react quickly to tell others what to do, but when it came to dodging himself, he was less experienced. Unable to get out of the speeding boy's way in time, Paul felt it when they collided, and the force made him fall backwards, landing uncomfortably on his back. Reeper, who seemed to think it was a game, bleated happily and jumped onto his trainer's chest, beginning to bounce about. "GET OFF!" Snarled Paul fiercely, slamming the Mareep with his fist so it flew a few feet, then landed safely, the blow softened by its fluff. Paul shuddered in disgust, fanning his hand as if the Mareep had left some residue on him. Paul did not enjoy physical contact with anything organic. Pokemon or people. He didn't touch them, and he didn't want them touching him. He would have punished Reeper with even more severity, however, he had the clumsy blond boy to punish first. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU STUPID BASTARD!" [/b]
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Post by nickbo on Mar 23, 2009 13:41:14 GMT -5
"What..." [/b] Of course the first time he said it Damion's voice was quiet. Delightfully so as he mumbled the word; he too had ended up sprawled on the floor. Not at unfamiliar position for him (-gigglesnort-); although he was usually on the ground for a good amount of most days (a break from his state of running certainly) he still reacted as if the very fact he could stop and be knocked over was a horrible, sacrilegious event and his voice picked up volume and irritance as he continued, "What... What the hell!?"[/b] He sat up, rubbing blonde hair with annoyance in an attempt to help his slight pain from falling over but all it seemed to do would be make his hair even messier. The blonde glared towards... A boy of his own age he supposed, perhaps a little older. There was a considerate amount of bewilderment on Damion's face as well irritance because... Well, he would never really had a complete stranger talk like that to him. Annoyance took over however when he realized that the boy, had in fact, called him a bastard. Although his eyes had at first been momentarily startled by the abuse displayed towards the other boy's own electric type perhaps Damion's ego took over at that point. The state of the Mareep was pushed out of priority in his head as he huffed at the insult, jabbing an insulting 'Objection!' finger. "Watch where you're standing you prick! Why the hell were you moving so slowly!?"[/b] Logically that made no sense to those around him but to the blonde it was his utmost philosophy. After all, if a person moved like that they deserved to get run over for all he cared. W-well, maybe not something so severe but he was just so riled up after being insulted. As mentioned before he had never really met mysterious people that spoke like that to him. Sure, there were the unfortunate events in Sinnoh but being called a 'bastard' straight off? "You should run. If you were running this never would have happened,"[/b] he belted, pushing himself up from the ground, "You just ran into Kanto's best trainer after all!"[/b] Maybe not exactly so but a little over exaggerating never hurt anybody! ooc/ This will eventually turn into the worship... Somehow. Sorrysorrysorry. D: [/blockquote]
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Post by Wrath on Mar 24, 2009 17:04:36 GMT -5
The time it took the stupid blond boy to recover from the collision, the fall, and being called a ‘bastard’ gave Paul a chance to reign in his impressive temper, hiding it behind a cold mask of scathing indifference. He muttered a few weak ‘whats’, as if in shock, and Paul was not impressed. The purple-haired trainer slowly stood up, rubbing the dirt off of his baggy gray pants while glaring down at the boy over his pointed nose. “Great. Thought I left all of you idiots behind in Veilstone.” Paul muttered grumpily, more to himself than anything, suddenly leaning closer to the blond, inhaling deeply through his nose. He pulled away, his eyebrows raising into an expression of surprise. “Well, you don’t smell like pot or alcohol, so that means you’re either doing some serious drugs, or you’re like this naturally. Hmph.” Paul commented mockingly, closing his eyes in disinterest as a dark smirk curved the corners of his mouth upwards. He opened his eyes once again, however, when the boy jabbed a finger towards him. He called him a ‘prick’ and accused him of moving too slowly, and Paul’s scowl deepened. “Hmph. Is that all you got? You sound like such a little kid.” What a spoiled boy. By the look of shock on the blond’s face when he’d been insulted, it was obvious to Paul he had been raised well, cared for, utterly spoiled. No challenge whatsoever. Beating him would be a quick way of settling this excuse for an argument. Paul was about to challenge him to a battle, when he spied Reeper laying pathetically on his wooly side, all curled up like a circular pillow. Looking disgusted, Paul decided against the battle for now. “I’ll run the moment I want to look as stupid as you,” Paul snapped back, following the boy’s face as he rose. However, his sinister amusement suddenly faded when the blond mentioned he was Kanto’s best trainer. “Hmph. In that case, the name’s Paul, from Veilstone. I’ll be taking your place, blondie.”
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Post by nickbo on Mar 25, 2009 16:28:55 GMT -5
Damion's expression was startled somewhat.
Nothing else could really be concluded from that; he appeared startled and nothing mrore. Almost like a deer Stantler caught in the headlights; a slight look of surprise but apart from that his face was practically blank. Perhaps yet again the barrage of insults took a while to sink in. Maybe they weren't being absorbed at all. It was really hard to figure out if he was even thinking. Though a single, wide blink commenced (rather slowly, something to have been ashamed of if he had been paying any attention to his speed at that point) nothing really spread across his face as the insults continued. Damion just found it so... Amazing.
"You're so cool!"
The blonde squealed the words. Yes, squealed. Hitting rather high notes (worthy of opera I tell you) he made another sound that didn't sound exactly masculine and clapping his hands together. No one had really spoken to him like that before. No one really. Sure, there was the rough remark here and there but Damion ignored them (didn't notice then more like) yet this was blatant insulting. He couldn't help but absolutely adore it for some bizarre reason. Okay, so maybe Dawn beat him up both verbally and physically too but that was always on the lines of 'pervertedness' and such. This person was so... Badass when he did it! A gasp escaped him as the other's name was announced and he bounced somewhat, making a sound one might classify as a 'fangirlboy squee'.
"Paulpaulpaulpaul!" [/b] Damion chanted, as if trying to get the name wired into his head. That was a good name; one syllable, easy to remember and quick! Was that destiny or what!? "Paul! From Veilstone? That's in Sinnoh, right?"[/b] Sinnoh he hoped at least; the blonde couldn't remember all the cities there, it just wasn't worth his time! He knew some of the certainly but... Names? Pfft. Paul's name was the only one that needed to be in his mind at that moment. "Veilstone has the game corner..."[/b] he breathed. He actually appeared to be thinking about it as he crossed his arms, orange eyes directed towards the sky momentarily, "... Dahlia goes there a lot... Heh, now I remember! Is my memory awesome or what?"[/b] This was clearly no time to be talking about himself though. Paul was the matter at hand. The awesome, amazing Paul. Was the purple-haired adolescent a trainer like him? Damion's eyes glanced down, rapidly scanning over the boy for anything that seemed to imply any trainering-ness. Then they stopped on the Mareep that the boy had earlier pushed off and... Well... A laugh escaped him. A small snigger as the sparkles brought on by fanboying left in a he gave a tiny point to the sheep Pokemon. "I-is that yours?"[/b] he murmured, amusement sprawled across his expression as he tried to keep in more laughter. [/blockquote]
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Post by Wrath on Mar 27, 2009 15:48:14 GMT -5
The stupid, mildly shocked look returned to the blond boy’s face after Paul spoke. Paul felt his smirk widen in amusement. It was always fun to beat people down verbally (or even physically) when they fought back, but it was always satisfying to encounter no resistance. Paul was about to toss some more slights at the moronic blond, simply because he liked hurting things that were doing nothing to harm him, when the boy spoke up. Really, it was less of ‘speaking up’, and more ‘squealing up’. However, the words were anything but a comeback. Paul’s cruel expression became one of incredulity, before he realized the boy must have been speaking sarcastically. His lip curled. “Hmph. I didn’t think you were smart enough to use sarcasm, Blondie,” he informed him with a mocking scoff. However, when Blondie continued to squee in excitement, even clapping his hands like a girl. Something about the joy in the boy’s eyes made Paul realize he wasn’t being sarcastic. Paul thought he could deal with any situation. He could battle with pokemon, fight with fists, and verbally abuse with the best. But…but…this was truly disturbing. A practically fearful expression appeared on his face, and he backed up a step, his left eye twitching slightly when Blondie began to chant his name as if it were a Mismagius’ spell. The strange boy asked him if Veilstone was a city in the Sinnoh region. Suddenly paranoid, Paul realized he shouldn’t have told this crazy creature both his name, and where he was from. However, too late now, Paul mused, forcing his usual emotionless scowl back onto his visage. He finally nodded gruffly in response to Blondie’s inquiry. The boy continued to blather on, and Paul realized he didn’t need to be concerned about this boy being crazy. He was more stupid than anything else. He was about to voice this into a statement when Blondie gave a laugh, and began to snigger. His eyes, previously closed in boredom and irritation, shot open. He realized that Blondie was asking him if the embarrassingly weak and pathetic Mareep lying nearby was his. His hands curled into fists, and Paul felt the pale scars on his knuckles stretch. He wasn’t going to punch Blondie, though. The blond was too much of a girl for Paul to feel right about doing that. He had limits, you know. However, he glared coldly at Blondie as he continued to chuckle, telling him, “Not for long. Reeper’s a weakling. The moment I catch something else he’s out of here. Hmph. Why? You think you got better than him, even? What do you have?” At his trainer’s words, Reeper whimpered weakly, curling up even more in misery. He didn’t want to be released! Being with people was all he’d ever known! Standing up bravely, he bounced over to Paul’s side, glaring proudly at the strange boy who had been laughing at him. However, since he had multiple cuts and abrasions, and he was cute as a button, he looked more pathetic than proud, but the effort was obvious. Effort, however, did not impress Paul. “Like I said. Not for long.”
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Post by nickbo on Mar 28, 2009 10:28:47 GMT -5
"W-what? Sarcasm? Why would I use that?" [/b] There was a slight moment of confusion when he broke out of the slight fanboy faze. But yes, why on Kanto would be use it? Damion was being totally serious. Okay, so maybe some people wouldn't take squealing seriously. It was just that feelings of amazement were always easier to convey through squealing. Damion tilted his head slightly like a confused puppy Growlithe at the accusation of sarcasm. H-he would never do that! He could never use sarcasm on Paul! Okay, so maybe the other boy was appearing a bit cold, heartless and a little bit of a bastard. Damion was sure this was just a mask though! Paul was probably really deep, caring and emotional beneath it; he just wore a mask of ice and indifference to hide it. Actually the blonde didn't really know or care about that. The boy was just awesome and that was what Damion was fan girlingboying about. He paused just before going back into the 'fan girlingboying' action though, frowning at the use of the term 'blondie'. He hadn't introduced himself though and the trainer had the clear intention to rectify that. "M'name's Damion!"[/b] he chirped, despite the fact the other hadn't really asked for his name; pfft, obviously it was needed anyway, "B-but you can call me anything you like!"[/b] That really defeated the purpose of the introduction but he didn't seem to care; after all, in the last sentence his voice had gone back to squealing. His attention fought back to the Mareep though and he paused. It seemed injured for some reason (he had forgotten the earlier incident of abuse anyway). The pokemon... So yeah, the Mareep seemed girly to Damion. Fluffy things were girly after all but still... Was the way the pokemon being treated out of hand? The thought only briefly crossed his mind but soon admiration pushed it out of the way. Doubting Paul in his head was now blasphemous. He himself, however, was also amazing! He just had to prove that to Paul! "Of course I have better!"[/b] he grinned widely, shuffling for the Pokeball clipped at his waist of a moment, "Sonic's going to be the fastest creature alive! Hah, be prepared to be shocked by her awesome speediness!"[/b] Hence he released her. Sure, perhaps he lost a little balance when he threw the ball but nonetheless it burst into the red light and revealed the... The Slowpoke. Damion was clearly still enthusiastic and a grin was still on its face; it looked as if the blonde was waiting for the pokemon to do something. However it merely stood, blinking towards the Mareep with a, "... Slow?"[/b] It was like that for a while. It was clear that the sheep pokemon held no lasting interest to her as she blinked and... Turned back to Damion. Slowly but surely she begun rotating. The blonde noticed this and gave a startled yelp, stumbling slightly as he exclaimed, "L-look Sonic! The foe is there! See?[/b] She clearly didn't want to see the foe and this forced Damion to attempt to push the Slowpoke back facing the right way; of course, merely using his foot as that seemed like the least amount of physical contact. The Slowpoke seemed most adamant about rubbing up to his foot though. "Slooowww..."[/b] [/blockquote]
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Post by Wrath on Mar 28, 2009 11:37:52 GMT -5
Paul stared at the boy, watching as he suddenly seemed to sober up for a flash, seeming confused about Paul’s mention of sarcasm. Huh. So he was actually serious. Paul wasn’t sure whether to be even more concerned, or pleased by this. Sure, he deserved worship, but the blond, no, Damion he had called himself, was leaning closer and closer to ‘stalker’. Within about five minutes of knowing him, Paul was already plotting escape. It wasn’t fear, of course! He simply had training to do! And if that training just coincidentally brought him to the other side of the region from Damion, so be it. “Hmph. Damion, huh? Blondie suits you better, ‘cause you seem like nothing but a dumb blond to me.” He told, turning his head to the side. Well, if he was going to book it out of there as soon as possible, he might as well insult him a little more. Easy targets were a rarity. Paul turned back to face Damion, and followed his expression as he gazed at Reeper for a number of seconds. For a moment he looked puzzled, as if contemplating the fluffy weakling’s injured condition, but suddenly that creepy obsessed look reentered his face, and he looked like he was about to start squealing again. Prepared for another ear-piercing screech, Paul deepened his scowl. “What kinda guy are you? Screaming like a little girl with a Skitty,” Paul spat, disgust saturating his every cell as he rolled his eyes. Paul seemed mildly interested, however, when Damion mentioned his pokemon, and he watched as the blond struggled to get it off his belt. He was smiling hugely, obviously proud of the presumably speedy pokemon contained within the ball. Smirking as Damion almost fell over with the challenge of letting out this ‘Sonic’, Paul stared as the red light materialized into none other than a…SLOWPOKE?! Unable to contain himself, Paul let out a bout of mocking laughter. It was hardly any better than the disgust and disdain any sounds he usually made held. His cruel laughter increased in volume when the pink blob began to ever-so-slowly turn away from his own Reeper, and as Damion tried to rectify his by pushing it back in the right direction. The Slowpoke, now, seemed to be almost as creepy as Damion himself, as she started to rub against her trainer like a horrendously pink and slow Persian. His laughter finally subsiding, Paul stated, “You suit each other! You’re both slow-in-the-head pansies!” At this point though, Reeper gave a cheery little bleat, and bounced toward Sonic. He began to rub against her, butting her lightly with one of his horns. He recognized her from back at Professor Oak’s laboratory, and it was nice to see someone familiar, especially when he was so depressed about his cruel trainer. “Wh-whaa…Reeper, get the hell away from that drooly idiot! And the Slowpoke, too!” Paul snarled, somehow turning what could have been an embarrassing situation into another slight against Damion. They were really coming to him today. What could Paul say, Damion was inspiring his insulting tendencies with his blond presence. “Re-ee-eep!” Reeper bleated, ignoring its trainer and beginning to rub against Damion now, feeling the static from all the friction begin to make his light-bulb tail glow brightly. Watching this, all Paul could do was regret ever having chosen such a pansy of a pokemon.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 29, 2009 21:33:55 GMT -5
It appeared that Damion had a shield of some sort to verbal insults at that point.
Perhaps it was the fact that his fanboy tendencies that seemed to bring up the non-effectivity of Paul's insults. They seemed to bounce off him like physical attacks would bounce off Flint's afro and instead of making some sort of face of unhappiness or distress at the insults he cheered at an incredibly fast speed, "Blondie? I guess that's better 'cause it's only two syllables and quicker to say right? Right?" [/b] It was very distracting having to push the Slowpoke though. Difficult too; Damion had no utter idea where the pink pokemon gained the strength to rub against his foot with such disturbingly affectionate ferocity. Plus... Paul was laughing. For some reason that left more of an impact on him. The blonde didn't know why. The new words left nothing but one might suppose that was because... Well he didn't understand their meaning entirely. The words didn't seem like insults to him; why, the only reason he hadn't burst out objectifying about his gender was because he had no idea what a 'Skitty' was. Damion's knowledge of the Pokemon world was 'skittish' at best and, of course, the adolescent would have no idea that the Skitty would be rare Hoenn Pokemon which was utterly pink and unmanly. Though Damion's lack of knowledge wasn't important but rather the impact of the laughing. Mocking. That was definitely there. For a moment Damion's orange eyes darted down with slight insecurity at the touchy-feely Slowpoke. The situation was utterly ridiculous. Moronic. He knew that! It wasn't like he wanted a pink pokemon. Or it to molest him. Plus in front of Paul felt... Embarrassing. Why was he getting flustered? Damion repeated the question to himself as a slight red blush spread across his face as he felt insecurity well up. He obviously didn't look impressive now; neither did his Slowpoke... It was slow. Feh, he'd just have to prove that he could make it not slow. Damion would just have to show that he could be the best; to everyone. To his family, his dad... Paul too. ... That was a totally girly mental speech Damion realized. Girly and pathetic. He didn't need to prove himself; he would obviously. Soon enough anyway. Determination to not be a girl spread across his face as he grinned, an arrogant look appearing. "Pokemon are just clearly more sensitive to the awesome that you are! It's like fear; they can smell it!" he declared triumphantly with his special logic and reasoning. This was further proved, he thought, when the Mareep hoped over. At first it seemed to have an interest in his Slowpoke which did take a moment to stop, giving a groaned, "Slooooow..."What a deep and meaningful response. The Mareep soon begun... Rubbing against him too. That wasn't what he wanted. At all. It was the awesome reason clearly. "S-see!?Then the tail begun glowing. That surprised Damion clearly and although he seemed startled at first his expression soon turned to awesome as he blinked amazed at the bulb-like tail. "Di-did I do that?[/b] [/blockquote]
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Post by Wrath on Mar 30, 2009 17:55:06 GMT -5
Blondie was being incredibly stupid. It was as if Paul's insults only managed to get halfway through his thick skull so that Damion was protected from their full effect. Though this was good for the blond, it was rather frustrating for Paul. Well, at least Damion wasn't squealing. To think that the stupid little stalker actually didn't mind being called a dumb blond, a little girl, or slow-in-the-head! In fact...he actually thought the nickname 'Blondie' was better than his real name because it was ‘quicker to say’? Paul shut his black eyes in disbelief, rubbing one of his temples. When he reopened his eyes, they were focused into a harsh glare on Damion's own. "You're..." Paul began, his voice sharper than a Scyther's blades and more abrasive than a Sharpedo's skin. However, what was going to be a well-crafted insult faded with the first word, as Paul suddenly got distracted by Damion's eyes. They were orange. That much Paul had noticed before. But…they were so big and wide. Completely open. Not at all like his own. They were the open door to his locked cage. Paul didn’t believe any of that ‘the eye is the window to the soul’ sentimental chick shit, but suddenly he understood what it meant. Damion’s eyes, and perhaps even his soul, were open to be viewed. Paul kept his locked away behind a mask of sorts. He didn’t want anyone to see his soul. Ever. He…he couldn’t help but respect Damion’s bravery. For you had to be brave to run about flaunting your true soul like that, not caring who saw it and judged you. Realizing that he had been staring at Damion for a number of seconds now, Paul yanked his gaze away. He appeared rather flustered, and he blinked rapidly to expel this disgusting newfound respect for the stupid blond standing nearby. “…You’re stupid…Damion,” Paul muttered, finally finishing his previous statement. However, the sharpness and abrasiveness was gone. He sort of breathed the words half-heartedly, as if speaking them no longer held any interest. And, strangely enough, he had actually used Damion’s real name, dropping the ‘Blondie’ nickname. Now whether or not this inability to insult was temporary or not, Paul could not be certain. Paul managed to conceal his confusion and general emotion behind his scathing mask again, and thus felt safe about looking back at Damion. The blond suddenly appeared insecure and sad. Upon seeing this, Paul felt yet another emotion stirring within him. Struggling to crush it back down with sheer will, Paul wondered what exactly the hell was going on with him today. He couldn’t have been--it wasn’t possible that he was feeling-- empathy!? Paul’s face softened somewhat and though he continued to stare at Damion, he couldn’t manage the cold glare he had been using previously. Suddenly, however, the insecurity left the blond’s face, to be replaced by a proud expression. He mentioned something about pokemon being attracted to ‘awesome’, and Paul, in control of himself again, gave a derisive snort. “Or maybe the pokemon are just stalking the stalker.” He commented emotionlessly, turning his gaze to the side and blinking slowly. It wasn’t an insult. It was just a statement, and Paul wondered how long this accursed ‘empathy’ was supposed to last. He wasn’t feeling himself without his ability to insult stupid blond boys. Of course, this emotion-spawned restriction didn’t apply to anyone else, Paul realized when he turned his gaze toward his pokemon, and the disgust bubbled up again. He lifted one of his feet, aiming a weak kick toward the electric sheep’s side. Reeper’s fleece had doubled in size due to all the static, so the kick caused him little pain, even as he flew a foot or so. “Friction did that,” Paul replied calmly, in reference to Damion’s previous inquiry, as if he hadn’t just kicked his innocent and adorable pokemon. For some unknown reason he had held back on the kick, anyway. A full-powered kick just would have made Reeper look more pathetic. And he couldn’t look like more of a fool with a Mareep as his starter, and so he had held back. End of story. At least, that’s what Paul told himself.
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Post by Banette on Mar 30, 2009 18:26:23 GMT -5
"... Hm. The trip's not as long as they say."
A young man with long red hair strolled up the path towards the local Pokemon Gym, a bored expression on his face. A Sneasel carrying a backpack that most likely belonged to the boy trailed a few paces behind, not entirely having collapsed under the weight. Either the boy was traveling light, or the agile dark type was simply used to this sort of pack mule work.
Whatever the case, he completely ignored the two older trainers, merely cutting through them in silence and making his way to the gym door. Folding his arms, he read over the sign, his only Pokemon on the trip having finally caught up. It now had contented itself to waiting until his master was done his business with the raggedy piece of paper so they could take off again.
"... A gym leader can't even hang around his own gym for five minutes for a decent challenge nowadays in any region, it seems. Pathetic wusses, all of them." He grumbled, Sneasel merely nodding before taking some mild interest in the trainers and their Pokemon beside them.
Not bothering to approach, the sharp clawed Pokemon gave them a once over. How soft they looked! How weak! Wasn't the Veridian gym supposedly the toughest in this region? The Sneasel spit on the ground in the general direction of the trainers before turning back to his own trainer. Could they leave now? "Sneeeee?"
The redhead glanced down at his own Pokemon for a moment, before picking it up by the scruff of the neck. It appeared to be prepared to react instinctively to this, but did nothing, merely allowing it's trainer to remove a map from the backpack it carried. The Sneasel was put down soon enough, and the boy took to scanning the map quietly.
The Sneasel merely stood vigilantly beside his trainer, watching the other Pokemon with quiet aggression.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 31, 2009 19:57:37 GMT -5
"Wa-wait, why'd you call me Damion? Blondie's faster, right?" [/b] So maybe the words did leave him somewhat impatient and apparently he was able to ignore the term 'stupid'. Paul, though, seemed a bit... Unsure? Damion was left in anticipation of the reason why then. His shoe begun to rapidly tap against the ground lightly out of habit and a sense of urgency swept him. The other adolescent said he was going to be renamed blondie after all! In fact the rabid change of name-calling only caused the blonde to be more confused then anything else as he blinked. For some reason Paul got all confused himself. At least, the blonde could only conclude that; the purple-haired had gone silent and didn't look as raged as he usually did. Though for some reason beneath the look he had to urge to fidget with his scarf. Why the hell was he nervous? Pfft, probably just some sort of weird effect of Paul's awesomeness. There was no other reason for Damion to be nervous apart from that. Unconsciously, of course, his hand still fought to the green scarf around his neck and pulled on it a rather insecurely. He felt very relieved, however, when the other begun to insult him again. That was the way it was meant to be. The stare he had been getting made him feel all... Weird. THAT WAS TOTALLY NOT PAUL-LIKE. But then Paul shifted his look and muttered something that was totally Paul-like. GOOD. Damion had been startled by the other's change in attitude that had... Well, changed himself too slightly. "But it's your pokemon that's still the stalker then!"[/color] he nodded, crossing his arms in stubbornly as his hand left his scarf, "I-I mean, Sonic may really like the physical contact but at least she can attack! Plus who is this... Friksion guy?"[/b] The blonde narrowed his eyes suspiciously, repeating the word inaccurately as he continued, "'Friksion'... He sounds like the sort of person who would try and slow me down..."[/color] That was correct in a slight sense so one had to give him congratulations there. Perhaps in his deep thought on this 'Friksion' fellow the blonde managed not to acknowledge the trainer; perhaps it was the fact that the young one had barely taken in his presence that also accredited to Damion's obliviousness. The Slowpoke did. Well, eventually seemed to; a while after the redheaded trainer had gone over it begun to move, blinking slightly as it issued an interested, "... Sloooowww....?"[/b] It begun to shift its weight off Damion's leg at that point, something that finally caught the blonde's attention. He at first witnessed its momentary lack of interest in his leg as it stared over... Towards the boy? It was then the other's presence begun to program in his head, not to mention... The little catty-weasel thing that was at its trainer's side. That... Coughed something up? Spat? Whatever it did it drew utmost concern from Damion; it seemed amazing he could see blatant abuse towards a little sheep-creature but not realize that the dark-type was generally being disapproving of his pedoSlowpoke. "Di-did that thing just regurgitate something!? Isn't that bad?!"[/b] [/blockquote]
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Post by Wrath on Mar 31, 2009 21:20:09 GMT -5
The stupi—Damion didn’t seem to notice Paul’s sudden confusion, nor the unfamiliar emotions that were stirring within him. And the purple-haired boy was glad. Hmph. What, did he want information about his own soul floating around in this boy’s head? No chance in hell he would let that happen! Paul felt his usual, familiar, safe arrogance returning, and he embraced it gratefully. “Is there anything I can call you that will make you get the HELL out of here permanently?” Paul growled darkly, his indecision now but a memory. He watched as the boy seemed to tug at his scarf as if in nervousness, and Paul pulled a face when the offensive green neck-ornament was brought to his attention. “Take that damn ugly scarf off, Blondie. It’s…annoying me,” Paul hissed. He couldn’t explain it…but he simply wanted the green length of fabric completely out of his sight. Upon the mention of Reeper being a stalker, however, Paul’s eyebrows came down further over his eyes. “Hmph. He’ll snap out of it as soon as he gets more of my special training method, and then he’ll destroy your stupid pink ‘Sonic’. And friction isn’t a person it’s…nevermind. You wouldn’t get it. You’re Blondie for a reason.” Paul grumbled, hands on his hips. His arrogance and therefore his glare recharged, Paul fixed it on Blondie, however, when a redheaded boy pushed past him, a Sneasel on his heels, Paul’s target changed. He felt the gentle blast of air from the newcomer’s movement hit him, and he shuddered as if he had been actually touched. “Hmph!” The boy had a lot of nerve moving so close to Paul, someone who was older and therefore worthy of respect. The grunt Paul made should have accentuated that, but the redhead with the girl-length hair was already past him. Paul shut his eyes in disinterest, turning his head to the side and watching the ginger through his lashes. The strange boy had a very composed face, and the one eye that Paul could see under his hair was locked to viewers. After only a quick moment, Paul had realized this, and suddenly he found the boy interesting. He was young…but already so disciplined. However, his Sneasel appeared decidedly less controlled, as it spat toward him and Damion. Paul was not impressed, and he rubbed his temple in irritation when Blondie made himself seem even more stupid. “No, dumbass! It didn’t ‘regurgitate’ anything, it’s spitting at us! You know, to display disrespect?” Paul snarled, hunching his shoulders and bending towards Damion like an Ursaring about to strike. He held back, however, turning instead on the nearby ginger. “And you! Control your damn Sneasel before I teach it respect myself!” Truly, Paul seemed to be surrounded by incompetence and disrespect today, and he wasn’t about to go about tolerating it, after all.
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Post by Banette on Mar 31, 2009 21:47:23 GMT -5
The boy appeared not to notice the two other trainers, rather, continued examining the map. It took a few minutes of this, before he folded into a neat square. He shoved this into his pocket before he calmly turned to face the two older boys, appearing somewhat emotionless for a moment.
"..."
He gave the two and their Pokemon a barely noticeable once-over, his lips slowly curving into a smirk. "Now, why would I condemn my Sneasel against an action I could agree with?" He asked, the Sneasel fixing itself into an offensive position, poised to spring on the trainer's command.
"You talk tough, but your furball has yet to be taught this "obedience" you think my Pokemon needs, hm? It doesn't look like it's even been in a fight even once in it's life."
Folding his arms, he glanced first to the Slowpoke, and then to the blond boy sticking by him.
"... Your Slowpoke... is just plain disturbing. As for you... No comment. On the note of regurgitation, that was merely spit. Commanding a Pokemon to regurgitate something would require a combo of Stockpile and Spit-Up to be used, typically."
Brushing the strands of hair from his face, his expression faintly told that he was satisfied with his assessment and verbal thrashing of the two. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do then listen to the weak preach what they themselves should practice."
Making a simple motion with his hand, the Sneasel hoisting the bag further up his back and prepared for more traveling, though the dark type still appeared wary in the presence of the two. With that, they turned to leave.
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