Ranger Sergeant
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 3, 2016 0:42:10 GMT
the water sifts under her feet and she sinks once the wave rolls back out to sea. sand is caked on the back of her heels and she bends down to scratch it off. there's a lot on her mind and it shows on her face, the way she stands, that she's not really in this moment. she's still in that conference room listening to the commissioner talk down to her, listening to her mouth run its course and spit out words that lack their usual intellect and careful forethought. she toes at the sand, idly watches children run into the waves with their water pokemon. a little girl bumps into her shins as she chases her azumarill by the shoreline.
her coat is folded over one arm and she pulls it closer, higher against her chest when a larger wave rolls in and knocks against her legs. it's chilly outside and her skin prickles with goosebumps, but she doesn't mind. it's nice, the way the sun is still beating down on the sandy beach and its just as sandy beachgoers. it's peaceful. she rakes still-trembling fingers through her hair and breathes out a heavy sigh, withdraws a little further back from the shore, but not too far, so she can walk comfortably along firmer sand.
dunes roll to her left and as soon as she passes around their bend, the laughter and conversation from children and people on beach towels dies down. the ocean's roar and the wind are all she can hear now, and that's just fine. her nerves are electric right now. she'd come out here to wind down, to get rid of the uselessness she hadn't stopped feeling since she'd walked out of that conference room and out of sight from the commissioner. people looked away when she'd walked out of the headquarters; very few had bothered to acknowledge her.
eventually the breeze becomes too much and she unfolds her coat, wraps it snugly around herself. gray eyes dart to her left when she hears a rustling sound from the swaying ferns in the dunes.
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Post by NOODLES on Nov 3, 2016 18:05:13 GMT
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[attr="class","mapstempgen2"]WILD HORSEA (M) APPREARED |
[attr="class","mapstempgen3"]FIGHT ● BAG ● POKEMON ● RUN ability sniper[break] moveset brine - focus energy - agility - dragon pulse[break] [break] |
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Ranger Sergeant
| dusted palms, copper fingers |
AGE
TWENTY-FIVE |
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GENDER
FEMALE |
PERSONAL COMPUTER
PERSONAL COMPUTER
IS OFFLINE
ARROW IS OFFLINE
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 3, 2016 19:23:56 GMT
her fingertips skim over the pokeballs within the folds of her jacket. she removes two of them and her two weakest dragons flash onto the beach in a swell of white light. "aeris, menae, we're here to do some training," she murmurs and points towards the rustling ferns. her bagon lowers his head, nostrils flaring. "you'll take turns. menae." the bat pokemon fluttering by her shoulder swoops forward just as the spiked head of a horsea appears from behind a mound of sand.
its red eyes widen, snout twitching as it looks startedly at the two pokemon and their training awaiting it. menae doesn't wait for any orders, just starts beating her wings erraticaly before willow can utter a word past her lips. dust devils spur in a trail that snakes directly towards the horsea and the wild pokemon lets out a cry before the razor wind hits.
the attack lands, but the sand in the air is stinging willow's eyes. she blinks rapidly, would have called out a dodge, but she misses the oncoming flume of purple that clips menae's right wing. the noibat's wings halt in midair and she drops about a foot, manages to catch herself before she hits the ground. it knows dragon pulse? though the attack hadn't hit head-on, she can tell it's done some damage, and she curses the fact that she doesn't have any pokeballs on her.
"aeris, swap. go in with dragon breath." menae banks, circling over aeris' head as the bagon lunges forward; purple embers sputter from the dragon's mouth and singe the horsea directly. the fins on its back twitch angrily and its eyes narrow. water jettisons from its snout and then it slithers forward, propelling itself with brine towards aeris. "dodge left and hit it with crunch." the terrain isn't easy for aeris' weight and lack of nimbleness, but horsea is a fish out of water so he manages to execute a clumsy dodge and grasp the opposing pokemon's back fins in his jaw. teeth clamp down and the horsea cries out again, puts up a shortlived fight before crumpling.
she calls aeris off immediately. menae's mouth is open, tongue lolling as she pants, and willow pats her shoulder. the small bat lands gratefully, folds her wings and shivers into a settled position on her trainer. willow reaches to gently brush the soft fur on her belly. "come on," she beckons to aeris, gives the horsea one final look before continuing down the beach.
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Post by NOODLES on Nov 3, 2016 19:31:59 GMT
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[attr="class","mapstempgen2"]WILD SENTRET (F) APPREARED |
[attr="class","mapstempgen3"]FIGHT ● BAG ● POKEMON ● RUN ability keen eye[break] moveset sucker punch - rest - slam - follow me - foresight - amnesia[break] [break] |
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