Thread: Destiny Bonds (Semi-Private Rpg)

It was looking to be an...interesting day at the Chrisoburg household. The "man" of the house was taking shelter at one of the neighbor's house-he stilled remembered the conversation....or rather, shouting match, that had lead to this day. And he was not eager to repeat it.. His son took after his wife-and Mr. Chrisoburg was not a dumb man. His wife did not enjoy losing-and somehow...somehow, his son had outmanuvered her.

Today was the day when his son, Sean was taking his Houndour, Bast, out on a journey across the world. His wife was going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the week. The wise would take shelter, the stupid would lose their ear-drums.

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Sean meanwhile, had just left the house...after a rather tearful goodbye from his mother. Walking besides him was a Houndour who'd been in the family since he was a pup, Bast. Who had somehow emerged from the rather chaotic Chirsoburg homelife as a calm and collected creature.

Sean didn't pretend to understand that. He looked down the walkway and at the other trainers heading out to get their pokemon from the Professor-maybe he'd have a companion or two on the road. Regardless, Sean crouched down and patted his pokemon on the head. "Looks like we made it eh? I never thought she'd let us leave..."

Cesarez rolled to its right, out of the way of Squirtle's claws, landing on Squirtle's left, and pounded Squirtle with a fierce uppercut.


OOC: Just so you guys know, the uppercutting doesn't do anything special, it's just flashy stuff.

Corey

"Grr.. Squirtle use Scratch again, make him feel the hurt!!!!!!"

This time Squirtle didn't miss. She hit Piplup, and it rolled back in pain, and it looked dazed. It fell over.


OOC: You can either have it faint or get back up.

"You want Pokemon?" Professor Rowan asked.

Wyrm


"Oh yes sir! I'd love a Pokemon! I want one more than anything else."

Sean paused for a moment and looked over two trainers in the middle of a battle. He couldn't tell which one was winning and truth be told, he didn't care. He recongnized both of them, one was that melodramatic freak, and the other one was the local would-be thug. Sean might have a had a small temper problem (small in his mind at least, to everyone else it was something of a defining trait) but at least he wasn't like those two.

Sean stood back up and reached into his pocket-it was pretty sunny out, which meant he had the perfect excuse to wear his favorite accessory, sunglasses. Wtih a grin and a flick of his hand, Sean's new pair of sunglasses were tried out.

Sean shifted his gaze to Bast once more and spread his arms. "Well boy, what'do ya think?" Of course, Bast offered no response beyond the 'You just asked a dog how your sun-glasses look' stare.

"Are these children really ready to begin their journeys as Pokemon Trainers?" Rowan mumbled to himself. Rowan put his suitcase on the ground and opened it.

"Here. Take one of the Pokeballs in my suitcase." Rowan replied.

Victoria picked up the Pokeball on the left and opened it. A Chimchar came out of the Pokeball. Chimchar turned to face Victoria and smiled as the flame on his tail flared.

Cesarez got back up, giving the Squirtle a furious look. "Pound him into the dirt!" Dusza shouted, and Cesarez started giving Squirtle an enraged beatdown, pounding its head, chest, arms, everything.

Wyrm

"Cool! I'll take this one!"

A Charmander flashed out of the ball.

"Oh my gosh it's so cute!"

Corey

"RAAAAH!!! USE SCRATCH AND MAKE HIM SUFFER THIS TIME OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sean shook his head and averted his gaze from the stare of the pooch. "Alright, your right that was stupid question. C'mon boy, let's go." Sean turned about and began to head down the path Rowan's laboratory, he had figured that, mayhaps, the good professor would have a few spare pokeballs to give out. Sean's father was supposed to have gotten some, but his old man was smart enough to take cover when he had the chance. There would be no pokeballs forthcoming from him.

OOC: Chrisoburg home life was...interesting. In the chinese sense.

Cesarez then grabbed Squirtle's hand when its claws were extended. It made a sadistic grin, and started driving the claws through the turtle's chest.

Corey

OOC: Dude, you can't do that, you're gonna freaking kill it...

OOC: I said that it had a bit of a sadistic streak going for it. But if you insist...


Dusza noticed that the Squitle was getting severely injured. "Cesarez!" he shouted, and the Piplup stopped and looked toward its trainer. "I think we've gotten the message across," he said, and Piplup nodded and ran back toward his trainer. Dusza then wordlessly walked off, leaving the two in the dust...

Corey


Corey rushed to the ground.

"Oh my god! Squirtle, your bleeding!"

He pulled out a bandage and put it on it's chest.

"Freak!" he shouted after the lunatic.

"Are you okay??"

Squirtle nodded.

"Lets go." Victoria nodded to Chimchar and began walkin to Sandgem Town.