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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 5, 2011 19:52:38 GMT -5
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A young man makes his way, leaving the gates of a lavish estate with a mansion at the far back. He adjusts his hat on his head with his right hand. His left hand at his side, before using them both to adjust the backpack on his back. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath of fresh air, well about as fresh as you could get being in the city.
"Now, begins my adventure." He says. His voice smooth and very inviting. "To think...I'm gonna be in that tournament. I hope they're ready for me. I'll show them, the power of my pokemon." He says with a clenched fist in determination. "And the contest world...I'll rock it to the core! I just can't wait! They'll speak of my pokemon team and I for years to come. I'm just so excited!" he shouts joyously as he was walking through the city.
People was beginning to look at him. His exclamation scaring quite a bit of people. He simply looks around and sighs quietly to himself. "I guess I'll just have to show the people of my city what this rich boy got up his sleeves." He says to himself.
He tips his fedora with his left hand index finger. A small pokeball in his right hand as he shows a small grin. "Let the show...begin!" His right index fingers clicks the middle white button on the pokeball. He raises it to his lips and kisses the shiny red part of the pokeball and starts to lean back with his right hand behind him, and his left hand reaching high.
"Let's go Sunshine! Showtime!" He shouts aloud. Be quickly whips back, and while doing so, launches his pokeball high into the air.
From the pokeball, in the air, it stops and shoots out a light. The light climbs into the air with flames surging around it like lapping fire from the sun. It quickly disperses and reveals a beautiful Volcarona which floats down to its trainer's side.
The town's people around and near stop to look at the pokemon. Its rare, and still for the fact, lovely.
"Let's go Sunshine." He laughs a bit sounding innocent, just wanting to show off.
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 8, 2011 8:46:14 GMT -5
striaton was the second stop in unova for the teenager, after the huge, bustling city that was castelia. eager to get away from the city (zafaar was never a city kid to begin with), he chose to visit striaton, mainly because it was calm, and it boasted several interesting features. in all truth, he wasn't here for the features; he just wanted to relax, hang out at a café and maybe drink a cup of tea or two and enjoy the peace before they hit another city. it appeared that this new region was more developed than the other regions he'd been to ... which led him to assume that cities were everywhere, or at the very least, developed cities.
now, the imperia boy at at an open-air café with saladin and ikram by his side. the two pokémon were chatting with each other, though ikram was the one doing most of the talking. from what zafaar understood from the fire-type, the pikachu was talking about adventures and misadventures. he smiled at them; it was a small smile that no one else really noticed, but it was a smile all the same. zafaar then picked up his mug of tea, and sipped it gingerly. it was boiling hot; he shot a crimson eye at the emboar standing behind the counter with the café master. the tea being hot, then, was of no surprise to the trainer - the explanation behind the seemingly-perennial temperature of the tea was adequately explained.
he had barely gotten a glimpse of the tallest building in striaton (which was, what, three stories high?) before a crowd started to gather around ... someone. it was a person with vivid purple hair and a fedora; the pokémon accompanying that person was freakin' shiny. zafaar allowed himself a second glance at the person. coordinator? trainer? more likely the former than the latter, but a mix of professions was commonplace nowadays; he wouldn't place it past the guy if he turned out to be a pokémon ranger. exhaling, he turned back to his tea.
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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 8, 2011 9:21:30 GMT -5
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NOTES Gotta love Sunshine n.n [/style] | [atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Symphony looks up at his pokemon partner Sunshine, he then places his hands to the middle of his chest. He closed his eyes and placed his head down just a bit. "Let's start things off with a show off of your agility, go with Acrobatics." He says lifting his head up to look up at his pokemon.
Sunshine looks down at him then nods. She looks forward and starts to rush through the air and dives down, weaving through the crowd.
The members of the crowd gasped as how close she was getting to them, some even got to touch her warm body. Most people were in awe, and most were scared for a moment.
Sunshine even went up to the trainer who was drinking tea out on patio of the shop that he was at. She quickly comes to a stop, just barely touching his pokemon and the trainer himself. She float down to the two little pokemon and pets them before shooting up into the sky and heads back to her trainer.
The crowd around him just clapped and clapped, applauding them for the little stunt.
"You know, this is not all of it." Symphony laughs.
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 8, 2011 9:51:59 GMT -5
freakin' showoff, zafaar thought as he glanced up from behind his misted glasses. silent as always, the trainer kept his comments to himself. only a coordinator would have the time to think up shiny moves like that - not that he minded in the least, but a part of him was inclined to state that there was something better to do in the world than think up new and improved ways to perform an attack. if it was in a moment where the pokémon was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and was inches from winning or losing a battle, fine, do the shiny moves. but seriously, for a crowd? ... zafaar knew that there were definitely more productive things to do, and that was coming from someone like him. his lips thinned, but he still did not speak.
"kaaaa!" ikram told zafaar as she hoisted herself up onto the table to get a better look at the performing pokémon. annoying or not to her trainer, she had taken an interest in what was going on, her ears pinned back out of curiosity. slowly, she lifted herself onto two feet, then on tiptoes - she still couldn't see what was going on clearly. ikram settled back onto the table, her mouth curved into a frown. she brightened up, however, when the volcarona came close enough and even touched her lightly. contented, she sat, bandy-legged while staring at zafaar.
saladin was less than pleased; embers tickled the sides of his maw when he was touched. was that ... crowd interaction? he didn't like that one bit. his face was evidently displeased, but he attempted to hide it by grabbing a crumpet and munching on it furiously. zafaar, alert as to the salamander's displeasure, silently noted the charred edges of the crumpet where saladin had bit into it. "something bothering you?" the trainer prompted his pokémon, at the same time forcing contact with saladin's emerald eyes.
... yeah, grunted the lizard, popping the rest of his food into his mouth. not a big deal, though. his tendency to ignore almost everything having kicked in, he leaned back into his seat and watched as ikram pawed impatiently at zafaar. good luck
[/color], he mouthed to the trainer with a contented smirk etching itself across his face. "you know, this is not all of it."the purple-haired coordinator was laughing as if he hadn't a second care in the world; already annoyed by ikram yet still trying his best to mask it, zafaar felt as if he was at the end of his tether. "ikram," he spoke, voice harsher than intended to the electric mouse, "stop pawing at me. you've had your handshake." he fully intended to remind her of the brief contact between the volcarona and her; wasn't that enough? if she had experienced it once, that was enough. it wasn't like he was depriving her of universal needs and desires ... and he had indulged her too much, anyway. "ikram." this time, his voice was deeper, sterner. ikram stared straight into zafaar's eyes. she was not taking any of this. lightning blitzed from her cheek pouches, resonating with the static that laid within the earth. a bolt of electricity shot forth from the ground, scratching the edges of the trainer's hair; his hair was relatively safe, but a scent as if someone had burnt something persisted around him. static within the pikachu's fur crackled nastily; ikram was trying to threaten her trainer into allowing her to go see what was going on. "dammit, ikram. no."[/size][/justify][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 9, 2011 5:56:31 GMT -5
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NOTES And end the exhibition n.n [/style] | [atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Looking up above him at his butterfly like moth pokemon, he smiles softly. He then raises his right hand into the air and points at it. "As I said, we aren't done yet. Sunshine, Hidden power into psychic. Let's show that we're going to be a powerful team in the contest circuit." The confident trainer says with an enthusiastic voice.
Sunshine looks up into the air and glows with a golden-white light. Quickly from that light mant orbs of light begins to form from it and quickly circle around her. The then dispersed out from around her body, showing her shimmering scales on her wings. After they dispersed, her body glowed with a blue light and quickly controlled the movements of the orbs.
On contrast of the blue light to her red body, it again started to show off the scales and her shimmering body like fire. The orbs, controlled by psychic, began to dance on the air with her in the middle, moving around gracefully on the air, as if dancing and directing the balls of light themselves.
The crowd above was cooing out in awe and joy at the many light display. It was something truly amazing and fresh, something new.
"Sunshine! Grand Finale!" Symphony calls out to her.
"Krrrrrrssshhhhzzz~!" She cries out. In the middle of it all, she stopped dancing and moved to bring the balls of light from hidden power far above her and collided them to one another on impact. As soon as they impacted it created a unique fireworks display that release three blooming visions. Slowly she descended to Symphony's right side. Together they both bowed.
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 9, 2011 9:45:02 GMT -5
ikram shot a glare at her trainer. she'd had enough; if zafaar could say that he had enough to do with her, so could she. with a hiss and last crackle of electricity, she jumped off the table and darted into the gathering crowds. this time, she was just in time for the finale - the hidden power's orbs had gathered around the volcarona, this time clashing when they were brought together. the entire event culminated in a final blast of fireworks, sparkles and showers of tiny embers that left the crowd in awe - the electric mouse included.
she watched quietly, but then shrieked in surprise as she was lifted up from the ground. the pikachu struggled, then glanced - no, glared at zafaar, who was holding her by the scruff of her neck. he was completely silent, save the smiling eyes that he had as well as the small smile tugging the edges of his mouth. ikram fell silent, unmoving as well. was she truly in the wrong this time ... ? perhaps it was, but she wasn't admitting her mistake. she huffed and turned back to stare intently at the fiery moth.
behind zafaar, saladin stood. what was so good about having shiny moves? wasn't these moves that they, as pokémon learnt to be used for survival when battle knocked on their lives' door? ... using moves for show seemed to cheapen their techniques. however, what made each pokémon unique was how they used their moves ... saladin stopped himself, crossed his arms and watched to see what would happen next.
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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 9, 2011 18:09:48 GMT -5
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NOTES Well, let's meet one another n.n [/style] | [atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]After his bowing, the young Symphony stands up and looks around only to spot a rare pokemon to the region with its trainer. His eyes lit up and sparkled a bit. His hands in front of him as he rushes over to the trainer.
He looks at the Pikachu and opens his mouth a bit to smile. After his smile he then squeals a bit. "It is so cute!" He says happily. He then walks to the side of it and just continues to gawk at it. "This is a Pikachu right? Its rare to Unova, so you don't really get to see them a lot" He says like a fan person.
"So tell me, what's its name?"
His first pokemon partner, and the one which exhibited its classy moves, sighs and floats over to him. With one of her arms she grabs him by the collar and pulls him back. "Krrsh zzzshh." She says in pokespeak as if saying something with a lecturing, sighing tone of voice.
"Okay okay, I get it Sunshine. Sorry to come up so abruptly. I'm Symphony, its nice to meet you." He says extending his right hand out to him, wanting to make peace.
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 10, 2011 7:11:20 GMT -5
great, just great. fawn over the pikachu, make her feel like a princess so she'll compare her trainer to everyone else and then make him feel like a total, complete jerk. zafaar gritted his teeth, his smile and eyes barely only masking his irritation at how the coordinator had a complete lack of ability to read the atmosphere. "yes, it is," he finally replied passively, but not after just managing to steady his grip on the pikachu's scruff - she was struggling strongly, her eyes glaring and seeming to shriek put me down this instance. zafaar, however, was unfazed. he give in once, he might as well give in the next thousand other times when ikram wanted something. he was not. friggin'. budging. this time.
and why did the coordinator want to know her name? zafaar's crimson eyes raised inches from the pikachu's dark ones to face purple. for a moment, he considered calling her a different name, just to see her squirm within his grasp and attempt to claw him. however, that did nothing to appease the apparently curious-like-george attitude that the other teenager had - or rather, symphony, as he had introduced himself as. "ikram," zafaar responded, casually skimming over the subject of his name (he was supposed to introduce himself in return) as symphony had decided not to ask his name in return.
at the mention of her name, the pikachu hissed and tried to twist herself in manners a pikachu would not normally be able to achieve. sensing that she might loose a thundershock on him, the trainer quickly transferred her from one hand to the other, then flicked her on the forehead. "stay still and don't flip." the pikachu frowned, huffed, and turned away from both coordinator, trainer, and volcarona. saladin, on the other hand, allowed himself a quiet smirk.
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Post by CHASE EDENBREATH on Sept 10, 2011 9:59:25 GMT -5
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It was easy to tell that Chase Edenbreath was a happy man today. He was once again taking a stroll around the city with his dragon duo, this time in a region in Unova. Shui, his Dragonair, was once again left in a nearby lake while Zuko, his Salamence, was flying above the city. He had left Hua on Shui's care since Hua, his naughty, aggressive Deino, had once again disobeyed his commands and had to be punished. The punishment this time was an underwater exercise, and without Hua, it made interacting with the locals easier. Just like what he had done in every other cities and towns, Chase was working on his vision to become a reality; for people to understand Dragon Pokemon by having them meet his very own team.
The people on the streets would stop and stare as Chase and his dragons walked by. Chase greeted them all politely while Jian Liang, his Garchomp, would nod and even shake hands and Fou-Lu, his Haxorus, would smile widely and even let children climb on his back. Chase gave them instructions not to touch the sharp edges especially Fou-Lu's blades but they were too astounded to hear his words; they were all taken in by the beauty of such species. Chase always felt gratified seeing this reaction. He lived and grew up with Dragon Pokemon all his life. They were his friends and family. But to the outside world, Dragon Pokemon were dangerous and vicious. They could blow up cities and ravage villages. They were a rare sight and often times, they were there to cause havoc.
That was certainly not what Chase wanted the world to see. They were wrong and he was going to prove that.
But what set his happiness meter up was something else. By chance, a teacher from the Trainers' School had spotted him and invited him to spare some of his knowledge to the students. Chase immediately accepted it. He wanted to change the world's perspective of Dragon Pokemon and what better idea but to start with the mind of young Trainers? He called Zuko down to join Fou-Lu and Jian Liang in their small trip down the school. He encountered no problems there and the Trainers were all pumped up after seeing the dragons with their very own eyes. Chase felt he had done such a great deed and was feeling very honored.
While walking down the street, Jian Liang nudged his shoulder to grab his attention.
"What is it?" Chase asked. The Garchomp gestured his head toward a cafe. Knowing that Jian Liang wasn't interested in any human food as his team preferred meat fresh from the wild, Chase paused and narrowed his eyes, trying to see what Jian Liang had. His eyebrows shot in the air when he recognized the hat and jacket. "It's Zafaar."
Zafaar seemed to be talking with someone. A friend of his? Chase didn't really care who his pupil made friends with as long as he or she wasn't potentially evil. He figured he should come up and remind Zafaar to train since the kid had the habit of slacking.
"C'mon," he told his Pokemon.
They approached Zafaar and his company. Some of the seated guests rose from their chair upon seeing the dragons, but Chase waved at them to let them know they were harmless. He then nodded to Zafaar's friend and turned to Zafaar. Chase hadn't spotted any tension at all, being a thick wall of brick as always. "Zafaar, don't spend money pointlessly." Then he raised the question he always asked when he sees Zafaar. "Have you done your training?"
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Post by THEREL HEI on Sept 10, 2011 11:49:06 GMT -5
Therel had made up his mind. He has spent enough time mourning over his mother with his family. It was time to start anew in a new regain, with a fresh start and a new look at life and adventure. In the past, during his very first adventure through Hoenn, he trained and battled simply because he loved it. He loved every moment, he loved the feeling, and who doesn't love winning? So, he decided enough is enough, he isn't going to do this in his mother's name. This time, this is going to be for him, and his pokemon.
He glanced down at the Rilou walking beside him and hanging onto the hem of his pants. Therel smiled, for some reason this little pokemon gave him a bit of hope inside. They walked down the streets of Striaton City. They had no idea what they were going to do. Maybe find a trainer. Battle even? Nah, Therel was getting his hopes up. The last time he battled was far to long ago.
Riuu.. The little pokemon at his side muttered. Therel bent down, and picked it up into his arms.
Whats the matter, Conrad? He ask as he held him in his arms.
Conrad squirmed, and pointed at a building. Therel looked to find a crowed gathered in front of a cafe He looked closer to find of trainers and pokemon. Therel was shot with a bolt of happiness and excitement. Good eye, Conrad. At this point he was desperate for a battle. At least one.
The little pokemon looked up at his trainer in shock, and tried to tell him no, but Therel was already headed across the street Riuu! RIU Conrad was trying to point out to his trainer the big, scary dragon pokemon he spotted. The last thing he wanted to do was go in the same room.
When Therel found himself on the standing a bit away from the crowed, watching what was happening. he had no idea what was going on. He honestly didn't care much. He was itching for a fight, and would challenge the first trainer who talked to him.
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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 11, 2011 11:10:03 GMT -5
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He then crosses his arms over his chest and just glares at him. A shadow cast over his face from his fedora. His eyes glaring directly at the trainer with the Pikachu. "Why do you hold a pokemon in such a manner? It should be held with care." He says in such a stern way.
His Volcarona, Sunshine, nodded in a way of agreeing with him. "Kkrsshzz." She calls out. "Why does your trainer treat you like this? Its just not right." Sunshine tells the Pikachu in pokespeak.
After a while, he heard another voice ring out. Symphony turns around and turns around to see a manly looking man there with two powerful looking dragon type pokemon. Very well bred Garchomp and Haxorus. I haven't seen those very much. Those are very rare pokemon. I would ask how much you'd want for them, but, I can tell you have an extremely close bond with them." Symphony says from enthusiastic, to slowly embarrassed.
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 12, 2011 1:59:48 GMT -5
a problem with him? zafaar's eyes narrowed, but the smile upon his face only grew wider, as if to hide the fact that he already knew what was going to come at him. his ways of being a trainer, how he handled pokémon - something along those lines. serenely, he averted his gaze from the structure behind symphony to squarely on the coordinator. zafaar was right - it was about how he was treating ikram. it was his goddamn pokémon, and it had nothing to do with the purple-headed teenager. how he treated ikram was similar to how he was making his volcarona do shiny moves that ikram loved so. "i wasn't holding her by her ear," the teenager said, his crimson eyes flickering then moving back to the electric mouse.
ikram shook herself and was then released from his grasp. she twisted in mid air, tail striking the air as she attempted to find a point in which she could find her balance; she managed it, and fell to the ground on all fours, hissing. she hadn't taken kindly to the treatment she had been receiving this morning. being dropped harshly after experiencing a telling-off and cold shoulder was another straw upon her back that was threatening to cave. he's different, hissed the rodent back at the moth pokémon; even though it wasn't right for zafaar to be doing things like this, it wasn't right for an outsider to teach them what to do. especially on the topic of working together.
symphony's turning around as well as the arrival of an all-too-familiar voice caused zafaar to let out a sigh. "edenbreath," he muttered and glanced over his shoulder. his cap masked his face, but at the same time, his head-wear and jacket was most definitely him. ikram scampered to his side - willing to put aside all differences from before, she scaled the human, finally standing on his shoulder curiously. what was the boy from blackthorn doing here? ... perhaps, he was here to take zafaar away.
"don't touch his dragons," zafaar's voice lowered itself before he shot a glance back at symphony; how stupid of him to want to buy a dragon. even though he didn't have a dragon of his own (responsibility, knowledge and most of all, justice was what he lacked), he did know that they were a rare species. it was not a wonder, then, that all the coordinator could do was pull off flashy moves with his pokémon. eventually, his gaze drew level with chase's.
"he's been interfering with flashy moves."
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Post by CHASE EDENBREATH on Sept 12, 2011 2:51:14 GMT -5
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Chase gave the man Zafaar had been talking to an appreciative but silent nod. He quite agreed to the compliment. Both Fou-Lu and Jian Liang were more than fit, having been trained and taken care of since they were born. Jian Liang was his mother's Garchomp's spawn and Fou-Lu was a Pokemon Chase raised since it hatched from an egg as a challenge by the clan. However, Chase found himself scowling at the man's mention of his interest to "buy" his dear friends.
"Dragon Pokemon are not for sell," Chase replied sternly. "Not everyone is deserving of them, especially those that would rely on money to acquire one. You must have the responsibility, knowledge, and justice wisdom to handle one."
Chase knew for a fact that dragon eggs made a lot of money. As Dragon Pokemon could only have one or two eggs in a lifetime at most, females tend to fetch a high price in the market. Usually, they were left in the Dragon's Den for care and mating, which was why all the Pokemon Chase received were males. Breeding them was a way of saving their decreasing population but it sickened Chase that it was used for profit instead. Although he hardly knew the purple-haired man, Chase was reminded of the selfishness and wrong done against his comrades' kind.
He turned back to Zafaar questioningly at the reply he received. "Interrupting? Has something happened between the two of you?" Chase asked. He was quick to give Symphony a glare, having the suspicion that he was behind all this and had done something wrong to Zafaar. "You better explain yourself."
Meanwhile, Fou-Lu have noticed a human with a glaring mane of red hair approaching. He could sense his will to have a fight but Chase was preoccupied with something else to entertain him. Fou-Lu elbowed Jian Liang, gesturing to the human, but Jian Liang only shrugged. He already sensed it but had chosen to ignore him. Jian Liang turned to look at the human, giving him a shake of his head as a way of greeting. But something stopped Jian Liang. Not too far from the human was a Pokemon, a small blue creature the size of a child. Fou-Lu's eyes widened in excitement: OH EM GEE IT'Z SOOOOO CUUUUUTE.
The Haxorus left his spot and was charging at the Riolu, ready to give it a mighty hug. Jian Liang just shook his head. Derp What a baby.
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Post by SYMPHONY KANADE on Sept 12, 2011 8:26:46 GMT -5
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"And to you dear sir, I said that I would, but I know that you have an extremely powerful bond with them. I know that I couldn't buy them, not for any amount. Anyways, for your information, I do have one dragon pokemon." He says going on the defensive a bit. He places his right hand on his belt clip where his other pokeballs lies. Symphony then plucks one off and clicks a button on it to make it enlarge. He raises it to his lips and kisses the top purple part, since the pokeball lied in a ball capsule for sticker effects.
"Alto, do come out and say hello." He says waving his right hand over his head in a graceful motion. When he waved it over him, he released the ball midway for the ball to fly over him directly. The pokeball opens and a great number of cloud effects flows out and an object jets out from the middle of it them.
It was cloaked in the clouds until it finally broke away. "Aaaaltaria!" It shouts aloud sounding quite happy before making its quick descension, and a graceful one as well right next to its trainer. It spreads its wings out to show off its wings then closes them.
"Alto, say hello to everyone." His trainer says smiling. He was quite nice about it all.
"Taria!"
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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 12, 2011 22:19:15 GMT -5
"was i?" a smirk cut across zafaar's visage before he turned to chase. chase wasn't so much of a time-waster than symphony was. at least chase wouldn't ask him about how he treated his pokémon - the edenbreath would just make sure that he wasn't exactly mistreating his pokémon, and trusted him to do so. that was the difference between these two young men; for that, the trainer was just a tad more appreciative of chase. a shred of amusement tore though his face, culminating in a slightly wider smirk when chase spoke to the coordinator - he, too, did not take kindly to the trade of dragon eggs. "it's nothing," the teenager finally responded towards chase when he was spoken to. there was no reason to make things worse than they were right now, especially when symphony was hellbent on showing off his own dragon pokémon - an altaria - which, in zafaar's opinion, was a fluffy little thing that looked like a swan (and that was giving it the benefit of the doubt).
ikram, from zafaar's shoulder, stared in awe at the dragon-and-flying-typed creature. so this was how coordinators were different from trainers - their pokémon were much more refined and elegant, perhaps even cute or tough, instead of trainers'. or perhaps, it was just zafaar who didn't pick his pokémon; chase sure was doing a good job in presenting his pokémon as tough challenges. her ears twitched slightly as she sniffed the air; there was something pleasant about the altaria, something different than the volcarona - but she knew how zafaar would describe it: equally of a showoff as the previous pokémon.
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