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Imoen
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Imoen's jaw dropped halfway down her cleavage as she entered the nAtUrIa rEsErVoIr, expecting to see the crystal-clean surfaces of a PokeCenter and a host of Nurses, injured trainers, and all kinds of equipment that some Pokemon shouldn't be allowed anywhere near, and coming face to face with flippin' flora. Her search for information on her rocket-powered fish would have to take far longer than she had planned, and there was little to do but much onwards along the needlessly complicated path through the entrance of the place and hope that, eventually, she would be able to find her way to the end.
To distract herself from the cries of what she could only assume was PokeMating, Imoen put on her headphones and began to follow the trail with her hand in her pants, clutching the stored PokeBall. Without the sound of rushing water or wild animals to impede her, her journey through this part of the nAtUrIa rEsErVoIr was quite comfortable indeed, even if her feet were beginning to hurt from the constant walking, by the time she'd pushed through thicker and thicker flora and found her way to the exit of the entrance and the light around her began to dim, along with tickling her nose.
Little did the wandering Imoen know that a little bird had been following her, and it wasn't a tiny Elesa. It found her as soon as she entered, lured in by the curious empty space between her ears through its psychic senses, and had been yelling constantly to try to get her attention. It greeted, it complimented, it insulted, it screeched, and even made a lewd comment or two, but still the trainer marched onwards, unaware of its presence, and as it watched her begin to enter the domain of the forest, where its family had been forbidden to tread by a Slowpoke witch's curse, and got quite annoyed by her ignorance. Annoyed enough to throw down its downy feathers and say tell her to put up her dukes for an ass whoopin'.
A tiny little bird crossed Imoen's path. It glared with beady little eyes. She met it with a vacant stare. A fire sparked in Imoen. A purpose. Now her life had no purpose, but to make sure that bird lie beaten on the floor. She withdrew her hand and, within moments, Ni had erupted from its center, flopping into her prepared hands like it knew just what to do, even as the little bird glared at it and made the fish Pokemon shrug its scaly little shoulders. It was time for the Mistress to strike it down in her rage, and there was little either of them could do for it, as the young woman clenched her fist around Ni's tail and began to heft it over her head, to fall down upon the Natu like the Sword of Damocles!
From the perspective of any but the participants in the battle, it was far less dramatic. Natu hopped along and glared at Imoen, who released her Magikarp and held it in her hands like a club. She then proceeded to hold it above her head, scream very loudly, then run at the little bird and swing wildly at it with the surprisingly mellow Magikarp, whose tough hide collided with a loud thump and sent the Natu tumbling into a nearby tree, highly confused and with a clipped wing, as it struggled to get back to its feet. It didn't seem to like being hit, so retaliated against the massive strike by leaping forward at Imoen and sending her tumbling backwards towards a tree, as many peck-marks covered her freckled face.
Back in Imoen's perspective, she was assaulted by a hail of sharp strikes that left hot blood trickling across her skin, as she was forced into a retreat against a bulky tree and grunted in pain, as the little nuisance scuttled backwards in preparation for another strike. Damaged, but undefeated. An idea came to her through the red haze of rage, which made a mad, violent laugh come from the trainer's lips as she braced herself against the tree, one foot firmly on the ground, and the other pushed against the base of the tree, as she locked eyes with the wild Natu once again and hefted Ni over her shoulder, its tail whacking the tree and its mouth pointed at the Natu.
Then she squeezed.
A massive blast of water escaped from the tightly-grasped Magikarp, shooting out of its mouth faster than Natu could even respond to, as it was hurtled through the air and bruised by the sharp jet of water, which sent it hurtling through the flora and slipping out of consciousness. Its end was finally met as it landed in a particularly thick bush, knocked out and defeated utterly by the Magikarpzooka. All it felt was shame covering its feathers, as it slipped into sweet dreams about not getting totally owned by a dim girl and her fish.
Imoen swung Ni back into its Pokeball, as rage released its grasp on her, and calmly began to follow the trail again. It seemed like the forest was next.
To distract herself from the cries of what she could only assume was PokeMating, Imoen put on her headphones and began to follow the trail with her hand in her pants, clutching the stored PokeBall. Without the sound of rushing water or wild animals to impede her, her journey through this part of the nAtUrIa rEsErVoIr was quite comfortable indeed, even if her feet were beginning to hurt from the constant walking, by the time she'd pushed through thicker and thicker flora and found her way to the exit of the entrance and the light around her began to dim, along with tickling her nose.
Little did the wandering Imoen know that a little bird had been following her, and it wasn't a tiny Elesa. It found her as soon as she entered, lured in by the curious empty space between her ears through its psychic senses, and had been yelling constantly to try to get her attention. It greeted, it complimented, it insulted, it screeched, and even made a lewd comment or two, but still the trainer marched onwards, unaware of its presence, and as it watched her begin to enter the domain of the forest, where its family had been forbidden to tread by a Slowpoke witch's curse, and got quite annoyed by her ignorance. Annoyed enough to throw down its downy feathers and say tell her to put up her dukes for an ass whoopin'.
A tiny little bird crossed Imoen's path. It glared with beady little eyes. She met it with a vacant stare. A fire sparked in Imoen. A purpose. Now her life had no purpose, but to make sure that bird lie beaten on the floor. She withdrew her hand and, within moments, Ni had erupted from its center, flopping into her prepared hands like it knew just what to do, even as the little bird glared at it and made the fish Pokemon shrug its scaly little shoulders. It was time for the Mistress to strike it down in her rage, and there was little either of them could do for it, as the young woman clenched her fist around Ni's tail and began to heft it over her head, to fall down upon the Natu like the Sword of Damocles!
From the perspective of any but the participants in the battle, it was far less dramatic. Natu hopped along and glared at Imoen, who released her Magikarp and held it in her hands like a club. She then proceeded to hold it above her head, scream very loudly, then run at the little bird and swing wildly at it with the surprisingly mellow Magikarp, whose tough hide collided with a loud thump and sent the Natu tumbling into a nearby tree, highly confused and with a clipped wing, as it struggled to get back to its feet. It didn't seem to like being hit, so retaliated against the massive strike by leaping forward at Imoen and sending her tumbling backwards towards a tree, as many peck-marks covered her freckled face.
Back in Imoen's perspective, she was assaulted by a hail of sharp strikes that left hot blood trickling across her skin, as she was forced into a retreat against a bulky tree and grunted in pain, as the little nuisance scuttled backwards in preparation for another strike. Damaged, but undefeated. An idea came to her through the red haze of rage, which made a mad, violent laugh come from the trainer's lips as she braced herself against the tree, one foot firmly on the ground, and the other pushed against the base of the tree, as she locked eyes with the wild Natu once again and hefted Ni over her shoulder, its tail whacking the tree and its mouth pointed at the Natu.
Then she squeezed.
A massive blast of water escaped from the tightly-grasped Magikarp, shooting out of its mouth faster than Natu could even respond to, as it was hurtled through the air and bruised by the sharp jet of water, which sent it hurtling through the flora and slipping out of consciousness. Its end was finally met as it landed in a particularly thick bush, knocked out and defeated utterly by the Magikarpzooka. All it felt was shame covering its feathers, as it slipped into sweet dreams about not getting totally owned by a dim girl and her fish.
Imoen swung Ni back into its Pokeball, as rage released its grasp on her, and calmly began to follow the trail again. It seemed like the forest was next.