Degenerate
Immortal
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- 17
- Years
- In someone's bed
- Seen Dec 25, 2014
Patrick was treading down a narrow footpath littered with dead foliage when he heard the sound of two very familiar voices. One was female, the other, male, undeniably belonging to Kat and Fen respectively. He crept into their sights coolly so as not to prevent his sudden presence from startling them. What a sight. He chuckled.
"Well, what do we have here?" The pair apparently had a fondness for playing in trees. Their timing could have been better however, what, with all the pokémon out there waiting to be caught, not to mention the original plan to reach Viridian City by nightfall. Patrick leaned back against a tree in the opposite direction, arms crossed and one foot resting on the rough surface.
"Why, you guys seem to be having fun over there. I knew there was a quirkiness about you the first time we met, Fen. But this? You like climbing trees, huh? Who's Mankey boy now? Hm, perhaps not you, seeing as the average Mankey at least has some experience. Ay, looks like your IQ couldn't getcha out of this one, mate. But who knows, perhaps your little girl friend can."
His teal eyes slid to Kat's direction. He noticed an emerging shade of crimson on her cheeks. "Eh, you guys weren't busy with something were you? I really hope I'm not interrupting anything serious." Although, having learned about Fen's naivety when it came to girls back at the lab, Patrick sincerely doubted anything serious could have been going on in the first place.
In the near distance, Patrick heard some bushes rustling. Glancing over in that direction, he spotted another opportunity he simply could not turn down.
"It's a Mankey!" He celebrated. He paid a quick glance to his companions still trying to work themselves out of the tree. "Sorry guys! I'd help but it would appear I've got some official business to attend to. I gotta catch me that Mankey! Eh, good luck!"
He sped off, leaving the pair to their comic struggle. Within moments, he was closing in on the monkey pokémon, a steady hand hovering over Speedy's pokéball. Despite his approach, the Mankey maintained its composure, irritation brewing in its dark eyes. The pokémon was clearly in a bad mood about something. Patrick had caught a break with the injured Spearow, but he knew this time, there was no way around a battle if he wanted to catch the monkey.
"Hope you're ready for a battle, Speedy!" The pokéball climbed high into the air before popping open and releasing the Cyndaquill in a dazzling display of red current. Speedy chirped happily. "Great, you're awake! You should have had plenty of rest by now. Look over there," he directed her to their opponent, Mankey, which had yet to make a move. "We need to take it down."
Speedy nodded. Flames erupted from the spores on its back. Unexpectedly, the Mankey spat a long string of seeds at the Cyndaquill, whom shut her eyes as the tiny particles pecked at her face.
"What the hell? Since when does Mankey use Bullet Seed?!" Upon closer inspection, Patrick discovered two seeds on the Mankey's shoulder and another on its arms. A theory began to formulate in his mind. More than likely, some of Viridian Forest's residents were grass pokémon capable of using Bullet Seed. Maybe Mankey happened to have gotten into a scuffle with one of them, and sometime during the conflict, the pokémon sprayed seeds all over it. Maybe some of those seeds inadvertently entered its mouth (hence, the seeds it spat out at Speedy). That would certainly explain why it appeared so agitated and ready to smash its fists into anything.
But Patrick could not have that. He opened his mouth, prepared to call out an instruction to his partner when the Mankey came charging at Speedy, its first signs of aggression. Patrick panicked and failed to get his command out. Speedy hesitated for a moment; by the time she realised the best plan of action was to dodge, it had been too late. The Mankey's Scratch attack successfully hit her in the face, the impact forcing her to roll on her side like an empty barrel of wood. Speedy barely had enough time to recover. As she struggled to her feet, her eyes caught a glimpse of the relentless Mankey running towards her yet again, aggression burning up in its fire eyes.
"Come on, Speedy! Get out of the way!" It was as if her trainer's voice pumped some sort of life-force into her. With his encouragement, the Cyndaquill narrowly managed to avoid the Mankey's follow up attack. "Good going!" But the battle was far from over.
The Mankey continued to throw its hands about, almost recklessly, trying to catch any part of Speedy's body, but alas, the fire pokémon was quick enough to avoid them all. Patrick realised that the battle could not go on like this forever. Although the Mankey showed little sign of slowing down, Patrick suspected Speedy was gradually losing her momentum. He had to think of a way to neutralize this threat, and quickly. The best way to do that was to take advantage of the enemy's weaknesses. At that point, it was clear the Mankey was attacking blindly, no evidence of thought being employed in its movements. Patrick had an idea.
"Hey, Speedy! Keep dodging the attacks but try to lead him towards one of the trees!"
Speedy staggered at the suddenness of her trainer's voice. Trying to focus on his words proved to be a distraction this time 'round, and the Mankey scored another Scratch attack straight across her face. The Cyndaquill was sent flying back towards a tree. She whimpered as she felt her back collide with the unforgiving bark. Almost lifelessly, she slid down its rough surface to meet the ground again.
A bead of sweat trailed down Patrick's brow. Things were not looking so hot. Nonetheless, he found a good point in what had happened. Speedy was in the perfect position to execute his plan. "Speedy, listen to me! When I tell you to, I want you to move to the left as fast as you can, okay?"
The Cyndaquill struggled to her feet, exhausted and roughed up. An overwhelming wave of relief coursed through Patrick's veins when he saw her nod. She had heard what he said. As expected, the Mankey rushed towards Speedy once again. Patrick watched carefully as it drew closer and closer with its hand raised. Almost … almost … almost…
"Now, Speedy! Move!" As instructed, the fire-type hurried out of the way. The Mankey however, had already begun swinging its arm towards the Cyndaquill. There was no changing its course of action now. Its fist crashed into the tree, hard. Patrick could have sworn he heard something crack, one of its bones perhaps. The Mankey's behaviour changed drastically. It began dancing all over the place, holding its aching hand high up in the air, clearly attempting to rid itself of the pain, granted, in an unorthodox method.
"Let's relieve it of its pain, Speedy. Tackle Attack, now!"
Speedy obeyed enthusiastically. The Tackle Attack hit the pokémon square in the chest, knocking it onto its back. Patrick surveyed it carefully. Its body was twitching slightly but there was no way it would be returning to its feet any time soon.
He seized the moment. Grabbing another pokéball, he tossed it at the incapacitated pokémon. The Mankey did not put up much of a fight in the spherical device either. Patrick pocketed the ball with a grin on his face. That was two pokémon in one day! He congratulated Speedy with an affectionate caress on her head, to which she purred weakly in response. She was pretty banged up. He returned her to her pokéball. "No more action for you until you've been to the Pokémon Centre." He kissed the red and white sphere before placing it in his pockets.
He plopped down onto the grass, out of it. He would need a little rest period before continuing after that.
"Well, what do we have here?" The pair apparently had a fondness for playing in trees. Their timing could have been better however, what, with all the pokémon out there waiting to be caught, not to mention the original plan to reach Viridian City by nightfall. Patrick leaned back against a tree in the opposite direction, arms crossed and one foot resting on the rough surface.
"Why, you guys seem to be having fun over there. I knew there was a quirkiness about you the first time we met, Fen. But this? You like climbing trees, huh? Who's Mankey boy now? Hm, perhaps not you, seeing as the average Mankey at least has some experience. Ay, looks like your IQ couldn't getcha out of this one, mate. But who knows, perhaps your little girl friend can."
His teal eyes slid to Kat's direction. He noticed an emerging shade of crimson on her cheeks. "Eh, you guys weren't busy with something were you? I really hope I'm not interrupting anything serious." Although, having learned about Fen's naivety when it came to girls back at the lab, Patrick sincerely doubted anything serious could have been going on in the first place.
In the near distance, Patrick heard some bushes rustling. Glancing over in that direction, he spotted another opportunity he simply could not turn down.
"It's a Mankey!" He celebrated. He paid a quick glance to his companions still trying to work themselves out of the tree. "Sorry guys! I'd help but it would appear I've got some official business to attend to. I gotta catch me that Mankey! Eh, good luck!"
He sped off, leaving the pair to their comic struggle. Within moments, he was closing in on the monkey pokémon, a steady hand hovering over Speedy's pokéball. Despite his approach, the Mankey maintained its composure, irritation brewing in its dark eyes. The pokémon was clearly in a bad mood about something. Patrick had caught a break with the injured Spearow, but he knew this time, there was no way around a battle if he wanted to catch the monkey.
"Hope you're ready for a battle, Speedy!" The pokéball climbed high into the air before popping open and releasing the Cyndaquill in a dazzling display of red current. Speedy chirped happily. "Great, you're awake! You should have had plenty of rest by now. Look over there," he directed her to their opponent, Mankey, which had yet to make a move. "We need to take it down."
Speedy nodded. Flames erupted from the spores on its back. Unexpectedly, the Mankey spat a long string of seeds at the Cyndaquill, whom shut her eyes as the tiny particles pecked at her face.
"What the hell? Since when does Mankey use Bullet Seed?!" Upon closer inspection, Patrick discovered two seeds on the Mankey's shoulder and another on its arms. A theory began to formulate in his mind. More than likely, some of Viridian Forest's residents were grass pokémon capable of using Bullet Seed. Maybe Mankey happened to have gotten into a scuffle with one of them, and sometime during the conflict, the pokémon sprayed seeds all over it. Maybe some of those seeds inadvertently entered its mouth (hence, the seeds it spat out at Speedy). That would certainly explain why it appeared so agitated and ready to smash its fists into anything.
But Patrick could not have that. He opened his mouth, prepared to call out an instruction to his partner when the Mankey came charging at Speedy, its first signs of aggression. Patrick panicked and failed to get his command out. Speedy hesitated for a moment; by the time she realised the best plan of action was to dodge, it had been too late. The Mankey's Scratch attack successfully hit her in the face, the impact forcing her to roll on her side like an empty barrel of wood. Speedy barely had enough time to recover. As she struggled to her feet, her eyes caught a glimpse of the relentless Mankey running towards her yet again, aggression burning up in its fire eyes.
"Come on, Speedy! Get out of the way!" It was as if her trainer's voice pumped some sort of life-force into her. With his encouragement, the Cyndaquill narrowly managed to avoid the Mankey's follow up attack. "Good going!" But the battle was far from over.
The Mankey continued to throw its hands about, almost recklessly, trying to catch any part of Speedy's body, but alas, the fire pokémon was quick enough to avoid them all. Patrick realised that the battle could not go on like this forever. Although the Mankey showed little sign of slowing down, Patrick suspected Speedy was gradually losing her momentum. He had to think of a way to neutralize this threat, and quickly. The best way to do that was to take advantage of the enemy's weaknesses. At that point, it was clear the Mankey was attacking blindly, no evidence of thought being employed in its movements. Patrick had an idea.
"Hey, Speedy! Keep dodging the attacks but try to lead him towards one of the trees!"
Speedy staggered at the suddenness of her trainer's voice. Trying to focus on his words proved to be a distraction this time 'round, and the Mankey scored another Scratch attack straight across her face. The Cyndaquill was sent flying back towards a tree. She whimpered as she felt her back collide with the unforgiving bark. Almost lifelessly, she slid down its rough surface to meet the ground again.
A bead of sweat trailed down Patrick's brow. Things were not looking so hot. Nonetheless, he found a good point in what had happened. Speedy was in the perfect position to execute his plan. "Speedy, listen to me! When I tell you to, I want you to move to the left as fast as you can, okay?"
The Cyndaquill struggled to her feet, exhausted and roughed up. An overwhelming wave of relief coursed through Patrick's veins when he saw her nod. She had heard what he said. As expected, the Mankey rushed towards Speedy once again. Patrick watched carefully as it drew closer and closer with its hand raised. Almost … almost … almost…
"Now, Speedy! Move!" As instructed, the fire-type hurried out of the way. The Mankey however, had already begun swinging its arm towards the Cyndaquill. There was no changing its course of action now. Its fist crashed into the tree, hard. Patrick could have sworn he heard something crack, one of its bones perhaps. The Mankey's behaviour changed drastically. It began dancing all over the place, holding its aching hand high up in the air, clearly attempting to rid itself of the pain, granted, in an unorthodox method.
"Let's relieve it of its pain, Speedy. Tackle Attack, now!"
Speedy obeyed enthusiastically. The Tackle Attack hit the pokémon square in the chest, knocking it onto its back. Patrick surveyed it carefully. Its body was twitching slightly but there was no way it would be returning to its feet any time soon.
He seized the moment. Grabbing another pokéball, he tossed it at the incapacitated pokémon. The Mankey did not put up much of a fight in the spherical device either. Patrick pocketed the ball with a grin on his face. That was two pokémon in one day! He congratulated Speedy with an affectionate caress on her head, to which she purred weakly in response. She was pretty banged up. He returned her to her pokéball. "No more action for you until you've been to the Pokémon Centre." He kissed the red and white sphere before placing it in his pockets.
He plopped down onto the grass, out of it. He would need a little rest period before continuing after that.
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