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Post by LOGAN KENDRICK on Sept 28, 2016 19:17:16 GMT
| It's only one god and it's only one crown so it's only one king that can stand on this mound | Don’t call us, we’ll call you. And you’ll come.
That's what the rocket “representative” told him. He was familiar with the mechanics of a sentence like that. The first half, a common, and in his opinion, trite, line reused and recycled by more people in his life than he cared to remember (himself, included). The second half, the part about him being at their beck in addition to their call, was nothing more than intimidating bluster. He wondered if that was how all recruits were treated, or if his individual handler was just a garden-variety jackass.
In the present, though, it wasn’t anything to worry about; Logan instead had his mind on testing out the pokemon that was gifted to him. He casually tosses the pokeball with said pokemon between his hands, waiting for an opportunity to use it. And said opportunity presents itself, possibly, in the ruffling of grass. Logan, who was walking, comes to a still, stone-faced and patient as whomever or whatever is around reveals itself. |
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Post by LOGAN KENDRICK on Sept 30, 2016 2:50:11 GMT
| It's only one god and it's only one crown so it's only one king that can stand on this mound | A wild pikachu skitters near Logan, briefly stops to scrutinize him, then continues minding its own business. The mouse was already more likeable than most people Logan had met, and if it had been any other day, he might have let the thing past by him. But this day was not any other day.
Logan goes from casually tossing his pokeball to flinging it into the air. A beam of red light reveals his gifted pokemon; a sharp-eyed, mischievous little sandile that Logan took to calling “Scales.”
”Sandstorm in that pikachu’s direction, let’s go.” Logan bluntly commands with a snap of his fingers. Fine particles of dust and rock sweep through the air in chaotic fashion, catching the pikachu off-guard and forcing it to stop in it’s track. Before Scales can even bother looking to his new owner for further instruction, he’s already received it. ”Dig. Now.” Logan wasted neither time or words.
As the wild pikachu struggles to compose itself in the midst of the sandstorm, Scales does as told, and takes advantage. It burrows into the earth, and quickly makes it way through the ground only to launch itself out directly underneath the wild pikachu, striking the mouse while it’s blind.
The sandstorm dies down, and Logan tosses an empty pokeball at the fallen pikachu. Suspenseful shaking is followed by a successful capture, and Logan, satisfied with the proceedings nods to his Sandile to follow along behind him.
No time or words wasted. |
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Post by LOGAN KENDRICK on Oct 6, 2016 3:28:46 GMT
| It's only one god and it's only one crown so it's only one king that can stand on this mound | Logan continues down the route, with Scales following obediently near him. The sandile has already proven itself adept at taking command, and seems a reliable enough option for battle. That, and it actually looks somewhat cool for lack of a better word. Logan easily imagined himself owning the pokemon even if he had never chosen to work for team rocket.
What he had a harder time imagining, however, was him catching a numel, of all things. The very pokemon itself happens to pass by Logan in the same calm, non-hostile manner that the pikachu did. Unlike last time, however, he has no interest in even fighting the creature to see what his own pokemon is capable of. Sandile versus numel doesn’t seem an exciting match up to him, so without even stopping to acknowledge the wild pokemon, he moves on. |
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