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vatheon2013-05-09 01:36 pm
unwrittenformula) wrote in vatheon2013-05-09 01:36 pm
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I’ve been testing how strong my will to act is
Who: N, Zoroark and anyone wandering around their area
Where: Right on the beach
When: Early morning, April 27th
Status: OPEN
[Somewhere on the beach, a Pokemon is stretching his arms out like a human getting ready to work out. He looks somewhat concerned, though, even as he moves about, and soon enough he's joined by a certain lanky, green haired teen.]
Yes, I'm sure. It won't do to have either of us get lazy and unmotivated now.
[Zoroark drops his arms and whines. N is devoid of his usual hat, his wrist cuff and bangles and even his necklace and his Void Cube as well as his white over shirt. He's more or less down to his black turtleneck and his tan pants, which are rolled up at the cuffs to just below his knees showing that he's also lacking shoes. He takes a somewhat awkward stance across from Zoroark, and answers whatever it is that he whined about with a faintly exasperated sigh.]
I'll be fine. Why are you so concerned? We've done this plenty of times before. Now, come on.
[N motions with a hand for Zoroark to come at him.
And it starts. Zoroark charges forward, attempting to tackle N. The teen jumps to the side, surprisingly quick with his dodge. While N lacks physical strength, he does have speed on his side, and it's obvious to anyone who might come across this sight that the two of them have done this before. It's not a battle like Pokemon are used to, but it keeps Zoroark sharp in the event that something does happen.
This will go on until either N gets hit by one of those weakened attacks, or some one comes along to interrupt them.]
Where: Right on the beach
When: Early morning, April 27th
Status: OPEN
[Somewhere on the beach, a Pokemon is stretching his arms out like a human getting ready to work out. He looks somewhat concerned, though, even as he moves about, and soon enough he's joined by a certain lanky, green haired teen.]
Yes, I'm sure. It won't do to have either of us get lazy and unmotivated now.
[Zoroark drops his arms and whines. N is devoid of his usual hat, his wrist cuff and bangles and even his necklace and his Void Cube as well as his white over shirt. He's more or less down to his black turtleneck and his tan pants, which are rolled up at the cuffs to just below his knees showing that he's also lacking shoes. He takes a somewhat awkward stance across from Zoroark, and answers whatever it is that he whined about with a faintly exasperated sigh.]
I'll be fine. Why are you so concerned? We've done this plenty of times before. Now, come on.
[N motions with a hand for Zoroark to come at him.
And it starts. Zoroark charges forward, attempting to tackle N. The teen jumps to the side, surprisingly quick with his dodge. While N lacks physical strength, he does have speed on his side, and it's obvious to anyone who might come across this sight that the two of them have done this before. It's not a battle like Pokemon are used to, but it keeps Zoroark sharp in the event that something does happen.
This will go on until either N gets hit by one of those weakened attacks, or some one comes along to interrupt them.]
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[Don't bother looking around, you two. Try up. Marceline had been wandering while it was still dark, but she had caught the sight of the sun starting to rise, so she's still adjusting her large floppy sunhat while sitting crosslegged way up in the air.]
Kick his butt, werefox!
[Because that's what Zoroark is right]
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N seems more distracted by the voice than Zoroark, and while he tries looking for it's source, the fox comes charging at him. The attack narrowly misses the gangly teen as he jumps in to the air, flipping with surprising grace over Zoroark to land on the other side.]
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[Marceline gives a laugh, and then a whoop, still cheering Zoroark on.]
Get him right on his butt!
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[Whoop that's a Focus Blast coming right at you, N.
He dodges it, once again having it narrowly miss him. Zoroark seems amused that N keeps getting distracted, and he's just mean enough to use it as a chance to play dirty.]
-- how can you choose a side when you hardly know a thing about either opponent?!
[N now is not the time to be spouting ideals at some one]
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[No, N, keep going, Marceline will love to help distract you.]
I can guess that I share more in common with the fox than you, it's wearing red and is automatically better than you, and he's definitely kicking your butt!
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Well of course he's better than me! Pokemon are magnificent creatures that--
[That just body checked N in to the sand.
Oops.
N just lays there, coughing with no intent or desire to finish his thought now, while Zoroark sits back with a toothy canine grin.
He wins this round, buddy.]
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Nice. [Then, to N-] Still breathing there?
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[N grunted his response with a raise of his hand, ignoring that Zoroark was taking far too much pleasure in this win.
Clearly he was trying to impress Marecline.]