THE FORBIDDEN CATCH - The Second Coming

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OOC: OYAAGH! I'm SO sorry for not posting lately, but screenshots, writing, fanfiction.net and pair troubles have been gaining up on me. 'Laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes it...' XD

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"Okay..." Fyuuyi gazed down at the glass splinter in her palm, wincing. "Darn it, Fyuuyi! You've faced more pain than this and now you can't get a glass splinter out?" she muttered to herself, angrily gazing at the slightly bleeding spot.

She was in an alleyway, griping to herself about the glass splinter which she had gained thanks to that idiot street jewelry seller which she nearly nabbed a gold bracelet from had it not been for that rather snobby little girl who grabbed Fyuuyi by the palm and kept on demanding: "70,000!" When Fyuuyi nearly gave the little brat and perhaps the child of the sleeping shopkeeper, an entire group of people began assaulting her. Typical. She ended up fleeing without the pretty bracelet.

However, Fyuuyi had to consider herself lucky for fleeing before they did anything too bad or before officer Jenny arrived. Either way, she had still gotten a splinter in her right palm.
Wincing, Fyuuyi cllenched her teeth and shut her eyes tight, making a exxageration of the pain but finally pricking out the tiny splinter. She then exhaled, tossed the splinter off, and stood up.

Aah, well. I'd better cool off and spend the rest of the day underground. Who knows? Maybe that herb lady still hasn't realized that I'm a criminal. Either way, I'm sure Aru will be there.
 
OOC: Ah, my apologies. ^^ I am here to post now though!


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Shia looked at the boy seriously as he told his story. She had dealt with such things before in the wild, one particular case coming to mind that involved an Ursaring and an angered Scyther. Scyther were very territorial, and the poor Ursaring had been looking for its lost cub when it stumbled into Scyther territory. The thing had nearly chopped of the Ursaring's paw, and Shia had to use all of her skills to heal it.

"Ah, well then I will help it out, after all, an injury like that is not going to go well if you have to wait. Come over here with me to get away from this crowd and we'll see what we can do," she said to him curtly, having spotted a small area where there weren't many people. She didn't need anyone around her getting squeamish.
 
-Elsewhere...-

She would be finding the entrance to the Underground easily, and thankfully without having been found. It was hidden inside a now-decrepit building... although the reason why it was like that was simple to see, as she went down.

The place, once one of Johto's best points, was now a hideout for those who had nothing left... and for those who were shunned by society.

-Somewhere else...-

The trainer nodded, before following her to the emptier area. He released his Vigoroth, who was clutching a somewhat bleeding arm. "Vigo... roth..." it muttered, painfully.
 

Looking over the damage the Vigoroth had taken, Shia wasn't too surprised. Vigoroth were naturally slow, and so it was no surprise that one wouldn't have been able to move quick enough to lessen the damage taken by a quick slashing attack. She moved to the pokemon's side, looking over the arm.

A thought suddenly occured to her, having dealt with large and hurt pokemon before, and she turned to the boy. "Could you please speak to your Vigoroth as I look over its injuries? It helps to calm the pokemon so that it doesn't try to hurt me while I'm touching its injury."

She sincerely hoped the two were close to one another. It was always frustrating having to treat a large and potentially dangerous pokemon with trainer that couldn't comfort it because they had no connection whatsoever.
 
The trainer nodded a bit, before approaching his Vigoroth and telling it something. She wasn't sure what exactly he was saying, since it didn't sound like any language she knew, but it was apparently enough to make the Pokémon nod and stay nearly-perfectly still.

"There... is that enough, miss...?" he asked, turning around, trying to remember her name.
 

"Yes that's much better. I would advise that you keep talking to it while I look it over. It might get painful, and so when you see the Vigoroth tense up, try and relax it with your words again," Shia said, bringing out a pokeball of her own and tossing it a few feet away.

The bright white light subsided and standing in its wake was a bright and alert Chansey. This Chansey was a little different than the regular Center ones, her hair tied up in two large, golden bows, and a small pack hanging from her left shoulder. It had the unmistakable Center emblem on it, so it no doubt had medicines in it.

"Over here Alina; we've got a big job and I'll need your assistance," Shia said in a very business-like fashion, "It's a Vigoroth, and its arm is cut pretty badly. Not a hard job, but it'll be messy."

Alina walked over to the two brightly, inspecting the wound carefully along with Shia, who had reached into her own pack and proceeded to pull out a couple washcloths.

"Let's wipe down this area and get it clean before we try to do anything, else, okay?" she said to Alina, who nodded in response. The Chansey pulled out a small bottle of solution, and she handed it to Shia.

"Right," Shia said to the boy, "This is a cleaning potion that will help us see the wound a bit better. We've got to get all of this blood out of the way and then find a way to stop the bleeding. Once we stop the bleeding, we can patch it up a bit."
 
The procedure went out fine, thankfully; whenever the Vigoroth seemed about to panic, the trainer calmed it down easily. Eventually, the arm was patched up, and the Vigoroth was brimming with painless happiness.

"Thank you very much!" the trainer told her, before hugging her tight, surprisingly. After a couple of seconds, however, he pulled back, blushing. "Ah, sorry!"
 

Shia was smiling, the pokemon had been patched up, and everything seemed well. She was always glad to have been a help, and urgent cases like this seemed to be even more appealing to her.

The Chansey, Alina, looked over to her trainer brightly. Yes, things had been fixed. The Chansey did look a little surprised though when the boy decided to hug the girl.

"Uh...!" Shia managed to get out as the boy hugged her. Rarely did people really touch her, so it was a bit alarming. When she had saved a pokemon close to death, sometimes people would embrace her as an exhuberant thanks, but this hadn't happened in a long while. Her milky white skin was always terrible at hiding any sort of blush, so she figured it was pointless to worry about how pink she had just turned. When the boy pulled away she nodded to him.

"Well i-it's alright. You're welcome," she said simply, placing her medical things back in the bag from whence they came.
 
OFF: DOH! Sorry for not replying... this post is WAAAAAY overdue.

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Ex rolled her eyes. "Man... why must Pokemon be THIS stupid?... and they wondered back at my homeworld why I disliked being called a Pokemon? Sheesh!"

As the enemies came closer, Ex smiled sadly. "See ya morons!"... and made a rather impressive backflip, hopefully causing the two opponents to strike each others instead of Ex.

During this time, Smith begun to move... slowly walking toward the Amazing Trainer while making sure it wouldn't seem like it and while remaining far from the three fighting Pokemon. Obviously, he had something in mind...
 
The trainer was still nervous, it seemed. "Ahh... Ah! H-here!" he stuttered, as he took out a ticket from his pocket, and offered it to her. "Please accept it!" he asked, nervously.

-In another place...-
X- 'The Amazing Trainer' used 'Triple Combo'.
X- Scyther used 'Triple Combo'.
X- Pidgeotto used 'Triple Combo'.
O- Ex evaded.
=SMITH'S PARTY=
-Smith-
Life Force (0) (||||||)
Resonance (30%)

-Ex
Life Force (0) (||||||||||)
Resonance (30%)
Limit (0%)
PP (27)

=THE AMAZING TRAINER'S PARTY=
'The Amazing Trainer' (||||||)
Scyther (||||||||||||||||||||||)
Pidgeotto (|||||||||||||||||||||)
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As Ex backlfipped away, the trio that had attempted to attack her crashed onto each other, unable to stop themselves... and they were stunned, incapable of defending against any move she might want to use.
 

"For me?" Shia asked, taking the ticket from the boy's hand and staring at it strangely, "What is it for?"

She hardly ever got tickets to places as gifts, so she was really unsure how to react. The day just kept bringing more and more surprises. She flipped a few of her lavender bangs out of her face.

She almost felt as if she shouldn't accept it, seeing as it was probably expensive or special, but how could she refuse such a nervous boy? If she didn't, it would make her seem rude.
 
"It's... it's a ticket for the Battle Frontier. I was supposed to deliver it to challengers, but... since they're currently lacking people at the PokéCenters there, I thought you could accept it," the boy said, blushing.

However, it seemed they were not alone. "Why, hello there... is that a ticket I see?" asked another trainer, who wore a suit and seemed to be with a few friends, all exhaling snobness. "I must say, that ticket obviously belongs to me, Richard O. Stevensten III, and not to a mere girl who, despite such good skills..." he took the moment to exhale theatrically and turn his face to the side, trying to give the effect of greatness, "...isn't fair in the eye."

At that moment, a blonde girl who was just behind him snickered, obviously finding that funny... even if it was an insult.
 

Shia was smiling at the boy, though she was nervous about how she should react to such a generous gift. She hadn't been this flustered since the time an old man had offered his son's hand in marriage. That time was much more embarrassing than this, of course, but she couldn't think of any others that were in-between the two.

"I don't kno--," but then suddenly another boy interrupted their conversation with a rather vein accusation. Shia looked up at him with a slight frown. Not only had this been a private conversation, but the boy was apparently interested in her ticket.

As the blonde girl chuckled, Shia felt a sting of annoyance and embarrassment for both her and the boy with the Vigoroth. What could she do though? That boy probably had more use for the ticket than she, right? However, she couldn't allow such a conceited person to get away with bullying.

"Excuse me, sir, but just because your head is larger than the rest of us does not mean that you can shove it into a conversation," she paused, her voice remaining calm and quite unemotional, "And I'm sorry to inform you, but I have already accepted his gift, and so I can't simply give it away, no matter how much you think I'm not deserving."

Alina looked a bit surprised by her mistress' actions, and peered nervously at the group of children to see what would come of it.
 
-OoC-

-hides behind Melissa- 私はちょっとぼろぼろですね。 T__T -falls over asleep-

I have a huge essay I gotta write tomorow before 4th hour. >.> Haven't really started. It's a stupid assignment that's just... well beneathe me. o-o; I don't write personal essays anymore. -changes topic with a ninja flash-Well hopefully I'm doing this IC right. ^-^;;;; If I didn't... well... Let's not get into it, kay? ^-^;;; I'm trying.


It'll be up 'morow, it's midnight, school in 5 hours. >.<
 
The boy seemed to be taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Oh, I see. You peasants are all the same - always disrespecting those superior than you. I suppose that I shall have to lower myself to your level, in order to the outcome to be fair." He then made a motion, and one of the boys - a brown-haired kid who was a bit nervous, holding a box - walked ahead, opening the box and revealing six Pokéballs that were covered with gems, diamonds, gold, etc.

The Vigoroth trainer gasped. "Whoa! Those Pokéballs... aren't they those really expensive ones? The ones that never come to market, because only rich people would be able to afford it?" he asked, his eyes wide, just like everyone else's (except for the rich boy's small posse).

He made a movement towards her. "I will allow you to choose the Pokémon I'll use, and also what will be my stake. You can ask anything of me, and I will grant it to you... if you win. If you lose, however, I will take the ticket... and an extra prize, as well," he explained, giving a weird smile. However, she probably could understand what he meant with that...

The Pokéballs each had one mark on the top, in the following order:

Green-Blue-Red
Brown-Yellow-White
 

Who was this guy? He was really starting to get on her nerves, having all of these 'followers' shuffle around and do his bidding as if he were some general. He talked as if he was a king and she was just one of the poor. Well, had he been a real king, he would have had more respect for a healer. Even kings of the past were cowed by the power to heal.

His offer was something she would have rather just walked away from, but she couldn't back down like a weakling in front of all of these people. She thought carefully, looking down at the glittering pokeballs. They were frivilous, something that made her almost laugh as she saw them. What use or practicality did those things have? All Shia ever needed was a good, working pokeball. Why would you ever need anything else?

"Fine, I'll accept your challenge, even though you never seeked my acceptance," she said cooly, looking at him in the eyes. She always looked a challenger in the eyes, it was a way to study for weakness.

She considered the pokeballs before her, and thought of her own pokemon. She would have to use Timoli; he was her best fighter. None of her pokemon had stellar attacks though, not to mention Timoli had a bit of a limp, and if this kid was as rich as she thought he was, he would no doubt have pokemon that were trained up by professionals. Timoli did have something in his favor though-- experience. He was seasoned by rough living and survival, and so he was not the pampered pets of some rich person. She had faith in her Nidorino.

She shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me which pokemon I choose, but I will choose the yellow one. As for what I ask... it should be obvious. I want the gift that was given to me, and nothing more. I've no need for anything else."

Bringing out her own pokeball, she tossed it to the ground and the flash of light that had come forth from it subsided into a purple colored pokemon. His spikes glistened with the poison that coursed through his very blood. He growled a little, trying to ready himself for the fight ahead.

"As for me, I choose my Nidorino, Timoli," Shia said, gesturing to her friend below her. Alina gave a hopeful wave to Timoli. He chose to ignore her cheerfulness and concentrate on gearing himself up.
 
The rich boy chuckled amusedly, as he took the yellow Pokéball from the box. "Fine, young lady. In any case, I suppose a bonus on your possible winnings will be fair... if five thousand Pokéyens are not a trouble for you," he offered, although he seemed to be fully confident that he would win.

As she took out her Pokémon, he sighed theatrically again, this time as if he had just said 'I'm surrounded by idiots'. "As I thought, no manners at all... but that will be corrected soon, I believe. Once I am done with you, you will know your place in society," he stated, just as he released his own Pokémon, a somewhat vicious-looking Electrike that seemed to be overfed, if the size of its abdomen was any indication.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-
FIGHT IT OUT!!!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
=SHIA'S PARTY=
-Shia-
Life Force (0) (||||||)
Resonance (10%)

-Timoli-
Life Force (0) (||||||||||)
Resonance (10%)
Limit (0%)
PP (25)

=STEVENSTEN'S PARTY=
Richard O. Stevensten III (||||||)
Electrike (||||||||||)
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"Still, I suppose that I should humor you. You can go first," he stated, just as that boy gave him a Pokédex, and he began to examine their stats.
 

"My place in society is no business of yours," Shia said scathingly, frowning at the boy's continuous pompous attitude, "And no mere one battle can reveal such a thing. You only truly know your place when you die and reflect upon your life."

She paused for a moment, looking at Timoli. He peered back at her with a ready snarl, and their eyes met briefly. Shia then looked over the Electrike they were against. She was hoping it would be an electric type in the yellow ball, and she was right. Timoli would have a somewhat easier time with this pokemon than with say a Psychic type.

"You'll regret giving me a headstart," Shia said plainly, and then pointed to the electric pokemon, "Timoli, use Toxic."

Timoli had only just learned Toxic a short time ago. It didn't always work the way he wanted it to, but he was getting better. Shia needed this battle, it seemed she was angry with this idiot for some reason or another, and while the purple pokemon didn't know the details, he did know that he fought for his nurse with all of his might. Timoli began to gather poison in his throat, looking for a good opening to hurl it out of his mouth at his opponent. Time to battle.

Alina shuddered, her cheerful Chansey demeanor faltering a little. Timoli was so cold and fierce when he battled.
 
O-Timoli prepared Toxic.
X-Electrike used Howl.
=SHIA'S PARTY=
-Shia-
Life Force (0) (||||||)
Resonance (10%)

-Timoli-
Life Force (0) (||||||||||)
Resonance (10%)
Limit (0%)
PP (23)

=STEVENSTEN'S PARTY=
Richard O. Stevensten III (||||||)
Electrike (||||||||||)
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Stevensten smirked, as he saw the move. "Good choice, I'd say... for a beginner. Still, mine is better. Electrike, Howl!" he ordered, waiting for the move that would increase his Pokémon's strength to happen...

The Electrike reared its head backwards, sitting down... and growled extremely oddly.

As the trainer watched in disbelief, he turned towards the boy who gave him the Pokédex, glaring. He grew even more nervous, and merely shook his head, pointing towards the screen.

A notice indicated that the Pokémon did not know that move, making Stevensten sweat and the other rich kids glare at him, annoyed.
 
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Shia frowned. How could the boy not know his own pokemon's attacks? Whatever the case, Shia didn't laugh at the boy's ignorance, for she was concentrating on the battle before her.

Timoli, who knew that trying Toxic was like rolling a die, felt much more confident now. The poison swirling inside him burst forth, spraying in a poweful trail of water heading at the Electrike's main body. Timoli often aimed for the body with Toxic, for it was an attack that could gain its desired effect no matter what point on the body it hit. The body of a pokemon was always easier to hit than the head, so Timoli took no chances when he had aimed his attack.

Shia called out again upon seeing Timoli's Toxic, "Now use Double Kick!"

The Nidorino nodded, and snorted in reply.
 
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