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 Igniting a Fire, Fanning the Flames, Adrian's Training
Astraea
 Posted: Aug 19 2016, 01:16 PM
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Prometheus
Goals
  • general exp / happiness gain
  • bonding between Adrian and Prometheus
  • saddlebreaking
Setting
  • back alley of Cape Augustine
  • between 12-1 pm
  • sunny, warm, late summer
Sometimes, Adrian wondered what the hell he was doing. He was wondering that an awful lot these past few days. He was a lot happier out on the run, even with the underlying tension and the possibility of being found out and returned to that goddamn awful place, than he was imprisoned at his master's mansion, but his situation was still less than ideal. They would have noticed his absence only an hour at most after he fled; Adrian wondered if they had bothered to continue looking or were just going to let him go. Either way, he had to remain vigilant. Fleeing the city would be the best course of action. He had shortly entertained the thought of going back to his parents, but refused to dwell on it too long. Would they even want him back? Well, right now, he had to make it out of Cape Augustine, preferably alive and with minimal injuries. Where he went after that, well, he'd figure that out when the time came.

The first day had been the most stressful, but he found that the amount of people actually helped him to better conceal his presence, using his short height to slip among the crowd. The numerous eyes boring into him and suspecting his runaway status he had expected simply didn't exist -- either everyone had better things to worry about, or they slipped right over the feminine-looking, poorly dressed teen. Adrian had become more comfortable with being out in the open; as long as he maintained a confident air he wouldn't be stopped and questioned, even with his ragtag appearance. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel quite paranoid. When a set of guards got a little too close to him, he had quickly slipped through the crowd, disappearing into a vacant back alley. Whether they had actually been intending to question him wasn't the point; he needed to minimize the amount of people who he came in contact with.

Checking to make sure he was really alone now, Adrian would slip down the wall, huddling into an all to familiar fetal position. He was tired and hungry, and while he could easily grab an uptight noble off the street and rob him, that would attract too much attention. The street vendors were always on guard, and he hadn't managed to snatch anything but an apple from someone who had turned his back just a second too long. The fruit was still in the satchel he had with him, one hand hovering over it at all times to make sure no one tried stealing his precious cargo -- precious cargo he certainly hadn't been expecting to obtain. Adrian's hand slipped past the opening of the rough fabric, groping around until he managed to feel the smooth surface of the Pokeball. The dual-colored orb was taken out, and then the stolen apple, a little more bruised than it had been when he stole it but certainly still edible.

After confirming that he was still alone, the malnourished male would press the button, a brilliant flash of light shining upon the dirty alley for a second before being replaced by a far more constant flame. The Ponyta had been a startling surprise when he first checked what was inside the Pokeball, with the burning fire flickering all over its body making him far too uncomfortable. Even in the alley they were in now, at high noon, somewhat lightened by the sunshine, the flames burned a little too bright for comfort despite the warmth and comfort they radiated. Prometheus, standing over Adrian, would lean down and nudge excitedly at his dirt-stained face. Adrian tolerated the attention for a few seconds, relishing the comfort of having another living being with him, before hesitantly reaching out a hand to stroke its soft fur.

Immediately, the flames flared in panic, Prometheus giving an instinctive half rear and backing up quickly before stopping with a snort. For a Pokemon that seemed to seek his attention every time he was let out, the Ponyta was quite adverse to any forward movements on Adrian's part. Sighing, the boy would lower his arm, leaning back against the wall once again. He took a bite out of the apple before spitting it back out on his hand -- perhaps a little unsanitary, but he had been living almost half his life in dirty spaces. Holding his palm out flat with his thumb tucked underneath and the apple chunk perched on top, Adrian patiently waited for Prometheus to approach.

Despite how the duo's natures clashed quite wildly, with the Ponyta's competitive flashiness and Adrian's own secrecy, they were all the other had for now. He supposed he felt some degree of guilt for stealing the Pokemon; if it weren't for him, Prometheus would be living as the pampered pet of a rich, wealthy family. In fact, he was hardly necessary for the slave's own escape, being too attention grabbing to have out in public and not saddlebroken at that. Not saddlebroken... Well, there was an idea. There was no sense contemplating the matter, and it wasn't as if he could return Prometheus at any rate. He may as well consider the Ponyta his very own Pokemon, and in that case, it was only obvious that he should train him.

After Prometheus lipped the slice from Adrian's hand, he returned to butting his head against the boy's face, only to back off once again as Adrian stood. "Hey... Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy's voice was hoarse and deep, scratchy from lack of use as well as dehydration. Continuing to coo soft words of encouragement -- his time spent raising Pokemon during his slavery was finally paying off, it seemed -- Adrian would continue to move forward ever so slowly, making sure that he remained in the foal's eyesight. Finally, he came to a stop a couple feet away, reaching out a hand once again. Though his ears flattened, Prometheus didn't shy away this time, instead reaching forward to nuzzle his hand -- and then nip at it.

With a hiss, Adrian would withdraw his hand. It didn't hurt especially bad, and there wasn't even a mark from it, but it had certainly been unexpected. "No biting," he'd reprimand sternly as he reached his hand out again. Prometheus would snort, tossing his head up haughtily as he backed away a few steps, but returned to stand beside his trainer after a few seconds nevertheless. As his muzzle gently nudged against the former slave's calloused hands, the Ponyta huffed slightly, making a snorting sound. After he had relaxed sufficiently enough, Adrian would begin to move his hand in slow, wandering patterns. He started out with rubbing small circles against the Ponyta's head before moving on up the side of the face towards the neck.

Being mindful not to get too close to the flames, Adrian scratched lightly behind the equine's ears. It had been a favorite spot of the Glameow he had tended to at his master's, and Prometheus seemed to quite like it as well. He had finally relaxed enough to close his eyes and lean more heavily against the boy, relishing the soothing patterns of the fingers dancing across his fur. However comfortable he was, however, Prometheus was still quite young and energetic. A few minutes later, he began huffing and shuffling his hooves in impatience. Adrian's hand, still resting against the Ponyta's neck, moved down towards the Pokemon's withers. At the new sensation, the young mount would still once again, craning his head back around to see what Adrian was doing.

Though he was certainly no expert on the subject, Adrian was fairly sure that saddlebreaking involved getting the Pokemon accustomed to weight on its back, as well as desensitizing them to anything that might spook or startle them. The Ponyta, with its easily excitable nature, was also easily startled, and the last thing Adrian needed was a Pokemon that might buck him off and run away. His hand moved a little lower on the Ponyta's back, applying some more pressure. Meanwhile, he grabbed the satchel, using the string to tie it closed and then around Prometheus's girth in order to secure it. Immediately after Adrian finished tying the knot, the Ponyta gave a huge buck, hooves slamming harshly against the stone of the building beside them.

"Hey!" Adrian hissed, casting a panicked glance around in case anyone had heard the sound and came to investigate. Snorting defiantly, Prometheus reared up again, before going into a long series of bucks up into the air, clearly trying to get the strange weight on his back off. Cursing underneath his breath -- he probably should have taken the egg out, hopefully it wasn't damaged -- Adrian stepped forward, angling himself so he was in front of the Ponyta but still in eyesight. "Calm down, it's not going to hurt you!" he snapped in a hushed voice that only seemed to heighten the Pokemon's panic, feeling his own heartbeat start to rise. This wasn't good; at this rate, someone was definitely going to hear the commotion and check in on them and then he'd get caught and shipped back to that awful place and the master would be so mad and he'd be whipped and he hated the whip it hurt so much --

A gentle nuzzle brought him out of the near-panic attack he'd almost just had, and after a few moments Adrian could focus his vision enough to see Prometheus nuzzling against his chest, a concerned brown eye focused on the teen's face. Calming himself down, he stared in disbelief -- not only had the Ponyta brought him out of his panicked state, it had also conquered its own fear and brought itself from the brink of panicking upon seeing the state of its trainer. "You...you're unbelievable," he murmured, absentmindedly reaching forward to stroke Prometheus's neck again. The Ponyta danced out of the way, but something about it was more playful than untrusting this time.

A few moments later, it wandered back to Adrian and rubbed its neck against the teen's hand, drawing a smile from him -- the first genuine smile he'd had in years. "Thank you," Adrian murmured underneath his breath, to which the Ponyta responded to with an inquisitive huff. Still smiling to himself, he'd take a chunk from the apple again, offering it out to the Pokemon -- his Pokemon, which was once again eaten with a mixture of delicacy and enthusiasm. Maybe...maybe he could really do this. He wasn't alone anymore. He could get out, start a new life with Prometheus at his side. Thank you.

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 Posted: Aug 25 2016, 09:07 PM
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Writing Quality and Length: 3/5
    A good length, but I felt as though it was quite short considering what you set out to do. Saddlebreaking can take days to weeks, whatwith getting the horse used to a halter, bit, and other miscellany equipment that also go into riding; still, reading this was enjoyable and certainly gave me a better look at Adrian's character.
Training Effectiveness/Plausibility/Creativity: 2/5
    I feel as though this is just a beginning into saddlebreaking, which is the only "training" from what I understand in your Goals list. In that, I feel as though one incident as you've shown in your current piece isn't quite enough, and so I'll need to give you a lower grade here.
WOW Factor: 0/2
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Total:
    5 exp for Prometheus! He levels up, but doesn't learn anything. However, he does gain the note Can carry light loads on his back without panicking.

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 Posted: Sep 5 2016, 11:49 AM
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Prometheus
Goals
  • general exp gain
  • heightened evasiveness
Setting
  • Route Two
  • between 12-1 pm
  • sunny, warm, late summer
Adrian had been expecting some relative peace and quietude as soon as he hit Route Two. After all, how many people could really be travelling? He had been unconscious during most of his transport phase, but what he remembered were the loud, drawling voices of his captors making wagers on what "Ol' Rosse" was going to offer ("Oh please, you know he likes them young ones even if he has to slip out a bit more gold to keep it a secret") and their sneering remarks at his hair ("Tryna' become Rapunzel, huh, princess?") and the clatter of hoofbeats against cobblestone. He had always assumed that they wouldn't risk transporting illegal slaves along a highly populated Route, but rather a hidden one, perhaps coursing through the forest or otherwise concealed. When he had heard that he had been transported in along Route Two ("Ah, you from Marchton? Came here by Route Two then, huh?"), he had jumped to the conclusion that Route Two was a silent, obsolete trail that no one used.

Clearly, he had never seen a map.

The scene before him was in stark contrast to what his imagination had fed him. Of course, it was noon, so there was probably more activity than usual, but it was still startling for Adrian to witness the Tauros-pulled wagons plodding along, the mounts that pranced in place with impatience as someone crossed their pass, and the sheer number of people. It was nowhere close to Cape Augustine's hustle and bustle, of course, but it definitely wasn't the silent, empty trail he had imagined either. But...perhaps it wasn't too bad? He had found that hiding in crowds wasn't terrible, and no one gave him the time of day when he had had to skulk through the shadows of Cape Augustine. Everyone here seemed just as eager to mind their own business, and while he would have much preferred silence and solitude, he could get through this.

Adrian suddenly stumbled to the side as a weight knocked into him, almost crashing into an old man who gave him a withering look before continuing on his way. The long-haired male didn't bother to offer any apology, personally thinking the other was an asshole who couldn't even excuse an accident, and instead looked towards his Ponyta with a stern glance. While Adrian had his reservations about the crowded Route, glancing around surreptitiously and making sure to keep his face covered, Prometheus had no such qualms. The Ponyta was quite eager to prance around, sometimes bucking and almost kicking whoever was behind them in the face. After being on the cobblestone trail since early morning, however, it seemed that Prom was finally settling down. He didn't seem to fancy the slow pace Adrian was plodding along at, however, shoving into his trainer with a snort of impatience. "Someone's got an attitude," the boy grumbled underneath his breath. After a moment of thought, he would beckon to the Ponyta and head towards the edges of the Route.

"I don't know how you still have so much energy, but we may as well put it into good use," Adrian would say sternly. "Ponyta?" The Pokemon cocked his head, looking equal parts curious and excited. He hadn't fancied their last training session much, what with the restrictive weight on his back, but his youth made him trusting. He doubted Adrian would do anything to hurt him. The pair exited the cobblestones, finding themselves in the middle of a field. The trees here had been cut down, probably to prevent bandit attacks, Adrian thought. The grass wasn't too high either, but it was enough to satisfy the grazing work Pokemon that had been granted a break by their owners. Though it wouldn't be particularly hard to navigate around the burly Pokemon around them, it would still pose a challenge for what he had in mind. "We're going to play tag," Adrian announced.

Prometheus didn't react, looking quizzical about the whole situation. He wasn't sure what "tag" was, but he knew what playing was. And playing was lots of fun, so this would be lots of fun too! Still, he would give a questioning snort. "Pony?" Adrian stared blankly back for a few seconds before realizing that the fire horse probably had no idea what tag was. "Tag is a game," he'd start to explain. Almost immediately, Prom would perk up in excitement. "Um, basically one of us is 'It'. Whoever's it has to, uh, chase the other. And once whoever's 'it' touches the other player, they become the new 'it' and have to chase the other one," he'd explain. The Ponyta was still looking somewhat confused, however. What was all this with the "it"? What did that mean? Adrian, observing his Pokemon's lack of understanding, would try to abridge his explanation.

"Basically, you chase me, and once you touch me, I chase you. And it keeps going," he'd say. The Ponyta would huff in acknowledgement, bobbing his head up and down in what could be a nod, before, butting Adrian in the shoulder and taking off. He didn't see how one of them was going to win this game if it just kept going back and forth, but he'd bridge that obstacle later. The ex-slave spluttered in indignation, calling "That's not fair!" after the Pokemon. Still, he had a smile on his face as he took off after Prom. The Ponyta hadn't made it far. Though much faster than Adrian, he was barred in by the numerous grazing Pokemon, unsure of which direction to go in. The trainer, on the other hand, was slipping around the living obstacles, catching up with Prometheus in no time. Prom would buck slightly, trying to run past Adrian, but not a second later a light tap on his neck registered and his trainer slipped in between a gap too small for him.

Whinnying in protest -- he was not going to lose this game -- Prom would take off after his trainer, only to be blocked once more as another Tauros moved into his path. Huffing angrily, Prometheus continued to try and navigate through the field of Pokemon. No, he had to win this game of tag and prove what a worthy companion he was. This time, as his path was about to be blocked again, he ducked, forelegs bending as he threw himself underneath the Tauros before standing once more. He skidded slightly as his hind legs grappled for purchase, but managed to push himself up and out of the crowd. For a second he stayed still, eyes wide and spindly legs trembling in shock. He couldn't believe that that had actually worked, that he had somehow managed to not crash into the other Pokemon -- and then he was off, repeating the same trick when another Tauros moved into his way until he finally caught up with his trainer and butted Adrian's shoulder with his head.

He had expected the boy to be grumpy over being caught, perhaps even angry (he would have been), but Adrian turned around with a broad smile and a look in his eyes that was almost...awe? Forgetting that he was supposed to run away now, the Ponyta would hesitate, tilting his head in confusion. "That was great, keep going just like that," Adrian would praise. "You're getting a lot better at evading obstacles," he'd add in explanation at the quizzical look being directed towards him. Sudden realization seemed to come to Prometheus, the equine's eyes lighting up in understanding. So this game...it had been meant to help him become better. It was just like when Adrian had tried putting the bag on his back in that back alley of the busy city, only this time, he was more relaxed, and he was having fun. The game was meant to help him be better, perform better, to meet his friend's expectations. Well, he'd make sure not to disappoint. Prometheus offered a fiery snort of determination before kicking up his heels, spinning around, and taking off.

Chuckling to himself, Adrian would take off after him. Despite Prom's newfound evasiveness, the young Ponyta was still slightly awkward and clumsy. As he tried to dart around another Tauros, the large bull snorted and reared up slightly, swinging his horn-embellished head in a deadly arc. Squealing, the colt just barely managed to duck in time, the deadly weapons scissoring just above his head. "Prom, get out of there!" Adrian called out in horror. The Pokemon was far beyond rational thought, spinning around and crashing into another bull as he scampered back to his trainer. The two males began bellowing, affronted by the young equine, and Adrian would quickly beckon his Pokemon away as the herd began to raise hell. Their handler, sitting a few feet away, stood and began yelling, though thankfully he didn't see the duo ducking away.

"Are you alright?" Adrian would inquire worriedly, running his hands up and down the Fire-type's silky fur to check for injuries. Prometheus was breathing hard, and it was starting to get uncomfortable from the heat boiling underneath his fur. The boy quickly took his hands away once he made sure that Prom wasn't injured, and though they were red from the prolonged contact, the Ponyta had managed not to burn him. He'd count that as progress, even if his hands ended up blistering. He'd wait a few seconds, standing there in silence as Prom slowly came off his adrenaline spike. The Ponyta seemed a lot calmer now, probably from both the brief game as well as his near-death situation. "Do you want to keep going or take a break?" Adrian questioned. He'd prefer to stay on the move, still nervous about being this close to the city despite having traveled for the majority of the day already, but his Pokemon's well-being came first.

The Ponyta cocked his head, as if silently evaluating his situation, but didn't dwell on it for long. As scary as that situation had been, he hadn't really suffered any damage. Plus, Adrian wouldn't have let him get hurt, right? The colt glanced towards his trainer, searching his shielded eyes and identifying a rare glint of concern in them before trotting forward, gently bumping the boy in the stomach and turning around to trot away, glancing back to make sure they were on the same page. Adrian stared after his Pokemon with amusement -- the little thing just couldn't stay still, could he? "Alright, but stay in this area," he would say in a resigned fashion. They were just under the shelter of trees here, far enough away from the busy Route that they wouldn't be spotted. The plants were bunched close enough together that Prom wouldn't be able to move as freely as he'd like, but it was still a lot safer than going through living obstacles.

Adrian suddenly lunged forward, reaching forward to try and tap the Fire-type. Prometheus would squeal with delight, jolting forward, his flames flaring for a second as he ducked behind a tree. The boy would circle around after him, but the Ponyta just continued in his path, playfully bucking as he kept out of reach. Narrowing his eyes in determination, Adrian would suddenly stop in his tracks and spin around, surprising the Fire-type. Prom squealed in shock, hooves skidding as he reared and abruptly spun around, his reaction time enabling him to move just fast enough to keep him out of reach. Adrian would curse underneath his breath and run after him -- at least they weren't going around in circles anymore. Prometheus had been forced to stop, a tree seemingly popping out of nowhere, and he had almost crashed into it. He slowed down going around it, barely enough for Adrian to reach out and tap his rump before darting away.

Huffing in frustration, Prometheus would bolt after him, only to be forced to stop by another tree. He couldn't duck underneath them like he had with the Tauros, which left going around them as his only option. By the time Prom had rounded the tree, Adrian was more than twice the distance away, glancing back to check that the colt was alright. Snorting in determination, Prom charged forward. This time, instead of half-halting at the tree, he'd lean ever so slightly to his right, cantering to the side just enough to avoid crashing. He tripped over the roots just a little, but it placed him closer to his target. He managed to repeat the action again before losing concentration, almost slamming into another tree before Adrian gave a warning shout and stopped him. "It's okay Prom, just stay concentrated and calm," the trainer would call encouragingly, seeing that the Ponyta was getting quite agitated by his failure.

The colt bobbed his head, hopefully acknowledgement of his trainer's orders, and took off again. Instead of worrying about whether he was going to crash or not, Prometheus would attempt to keep a blank mind, concentrating on where the obstacles were and how to reach his trainer in the fastest route. He had another near-crash, just barely managing to swerve to avoid a branch that poked out too far, and then Adrian was right there and he reached out -- The boy yelped as he felt teeth close around the back of his shirt, turning around with a bright smile. "Good job! Alright, let's take a break for now, not all of us have unlimited energy like you," he'd tease, reaching out a hand to stop Prom from darting out again. The equine was somewhat disappointed about stopping their game right after he had gotten the hang of it, but remained where he was.

Adrian would note that his fur was a lot cooler than it had been earlier -- perhaps a sign that the Pokemon was more tired, or less agitated. It didn't hurt to touch anymore, at any rate. Scratching the silky coat affectionately, he would take a seat, leaning back against the tree. Prom would follow him down with a nicker, laying his head down on the boy's lap. To Adrian's pleasant surprise, even the colt's fiery mane was a little dimmer, though again he wasn't sure if it was the Ponyta's tiredness or if he could actually exert control over the flames now. Either way, it had been a successful training session, and fun as well.

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 Posted: Dec 18 2016, 05:16 PM
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Writing Quality and Length: 5/5

For me, this was a good length for what you wanted to accomplish. Evasion training can be shown in many different ways and the path you decided on for this was a good length. You also wrote both Adrian and Prom well, so no deductions there.

Training Effectiveness/Plausibility/Creativity: 3/5

I had some issues with the plausibility here. While I understood what you were trying to get at, the idea of having Prom duck underneath a Tauros isn't realistic. The heights of the two Pokemon are much too close for me to be able to logically see that working. I also don't think that Prom would be able to manuever that well in such a closed-in area when looking at the work in the trees. However, I knew what you were trying to show. I think if you expand the range you give him to move, then it would have worked more logically.

Though that does not mean I didn't find it effective. Prom certainly showed an increased ability to move around objects better and avoid Adrian more.


WOW Factor: 0/2

As always, these are extremely hard to come by. For me, I just didn't see any 'WOW' moments. Sorry.

Totals:

Prom will get a note about increased evasion. It isn't much since Prom is young, but further work and you can get that higher. Prom also gains 8 exp! He levels up to level 10 (1/4) and learns Ember.

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 Posted: Jan 2 2017, 08:32 PM
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Shuppet
Goals
  • EXP/Happiness.
  • Naming the Shuppet Erebus.
  • Higher Power/Accuracy for Gunk Shot.
Setting
  • Cape Augustine
  • Midday, Late Autumn
His trainer was a generous one. For the simple price of a piece of parchment, the Shuppet had been allowed to come along with him, to revel in his protection, to benefit from his gains. Of course, Adrian (that's what he introduced himself as) didn't seem to be in the best of spots now, but the Shuppet was sure that that would change. Adrian seemed quite tough -- there were markings on his back that spoke a dark past, and there was usually the faintest trace of negative emotion coming from him. Of course, that faint bit wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the Shuppet. Adrian seemed to understand that, and had allowed him to wander at will while he took a small break with the Ponyta, who was named Prometheus. The Shuppet wanted to be special enough to have a name too, so he had decided that he needed to become stronger, to satisfy Adrian's needs.

"Stronger", to the Shuppet, apparently meant wandering the streets of Cape Augustine. He had lived in the Cape as long as he could remember, and while he definitely preferred the shadows of night, he could navigate the shadows decently well, too. The darkened allies were the perfect place to scout for possible victims, and the Ghost-type settled down to wait, blue eyes gleaming malevolently. He didn't have long to wait; the streets of the Cape were busy at best, and could occasionally be congested with people on especially good days. To lessen the likelihood of being spotted, the street he had chosen was more or less out of the way. It would be less busy, and he could practice easier.

Of course he could practice on other Pokemon, but Adrian probably wouldn't be happy if a crowd of angry Pidgey's chased the Shuppet back to where the others were resting. Plus, he'd always had a bone to pick against the fancily-dressed members of the Cape's wealthy classes. This was just killing two birds with one stone. They deserved to be brought down a few notches anyways. The Shuppet didn't have long to wait -- soon enough, the tittering voices of two women could be heard, drawing closer and closer along with light footsteps. Their conversation, as most were, was painfully hard to listen to. One of them had a voice so high it sounded as if she were scratching a chalkboard with nails every time she talked, and the other exaggerated her voice so much it was hard to bear.

The puppet-like Pokemon carefully peeked out towards the street, watching as the two elaborately-dressed young women drew closer. He didn't bother paying attention to their words, instead judging how fast they were moving and their distance from him. A ball of energy formed above his head, and he concentrated on making it more densely packed and charged before releasing it in the duo's direction. He had misjudged the distance, however, and the ugly brown trash splattered across the ground a few feet in front of them. The Shuppet melted back into the shadows in disappointment, though their cries of disgust and shock certainly helped with that. One marched towards the alley, yelling obscenities about how her father would hear about this if the perpetrator didn't reveal himself. The Pokemon had no time for such frivolous words, and disappeared to scout another hunting place.

It didn't take long, and he had just settled down when a young couple rounded the corner. The man and woman were both cleanly dressed and walking hand in hand down the street, conversing in low tones about something. Deciding that he hadn't put enough force into it when he had shot the first Gunk Shot, the Shuppet decided to put some more power into it and fire it a little farther. His blue eyes became focused and icy, the orb of power appearing again. The Shuppet kept it there longer, forcing as much energy as he could into the densely packed sphere before shooting. The attack was faster and smoother this time, clearly benefiting from the heightened power and effort put into it. Unfortunately, it was too much this time, whipping past the man.

Both were shocked, and the man almost tripped over himself. The majority of the glob had landed behind them, a pile of disgusting sludge, but a bit had gotten onto the sleeve of the man. The Shuppet looked on in glee and the lady drew away in disgust, a horrific stench extending from it. The man uttered a few curses about the fabric being new and how this better not have permanently ruined it, but the Ghost-type had once again fled to seek another opponent. The next two attempts were no better than the first two. At best, the attack would scrape whoever he was targeting. Huffing in frustration, the Shuppet decided he'd try once more before giving up.

Situating himself in the shadows of another alley, the Shuppet decided to forego some of the extra power and focus instead on his accuracy. The resulting orb was smaller than the previous few, but hopefully that meant it would also be easier to control. The Ghost-type breathed out, collecting himself as he held the orb in place. He would visualize a line straight from him to the man currently walking down the street towards him, fantasizing the moment of glee when his attack would hit dead-on, and then -- splat. The attack landed straight on the man's more-than-generous stomach. He paused for a second, glancing down in disbelief -- and promptly freaked out, going red in the face and storming to the alley much as the others had.

In his glee, the Shuppet almost forgot to get out of the way, but managed to disappear in time for the man to storm over to the empty dead end. The Ghost-type was almost rolling around in glee, pleased with his success. Sure, there was only a small stain over the man's pristine white clothes, but it was something, and he was pleased with himself. Clearly not so amused, the portly human yelled a few obscenities into the alley, pausing at the entrance as if uncertain whether he wanted to go in. Making a split second decision, the Shuppet formed another Gunk Shot, a bit bigger than the first. Of course, at this range, it was easy. The garbage smeared itself over the man's beet-red face, and the Ghost-type giggled as he flew away, curses trailing from behind him.

Now that he had had a taste of success, he couldn't very well give up, could he? The sounds of shock and disgust were quite appealing to him, and the Shuppet was thrumming with power after feeding on all the negative emotions that he had caused, anger being the forefront of them. Judging from the position of the sun, he had at least 20 to 30 minutes before the others would be getting ready to go. That was enough time to create a few more victims, and he'd make the most out of it. Cape Augustine's endless amount of alleys certainly worked to his favor as he ducked into yet another one, waiting for a snobby lady to draw close enough.

Feeling more self-confident, the Gunk Shot was bigger and more powerful this time, but not nearly as much as the first time he had tried it. The lady was moving much quicker than anyone else he targeted did, so he'd have to make up for that by aiming a little further ahead and — The splattering sound of garbage over pristine clothes made the Ghost-type giggle, drawing back into the alley. Though he had been somewhat off his mark, the attack landing on the skirt rather than the body of the dress, there was a satisfactorily large stain now marring the female. Deciding he had no time to waste, the Shuppet moved on to his next victim — another lady, to which he employed the same techniques.

This time, he was right on the mark, hitting exactly where he had wanted to. Pleased with himself, he allowed himself to linger curiously as the young lady collapsed on the street and began wailing, horn throbbing with absorbed emotions. Giggling somewhat maliciously, he would move on once more. He had time for one more target, and he'd make the most of it. This time, he chose a family of three — a mother and two twin boys, clearly spoiled beyond belief. Well, perhaps this would provide a humbling lesson for both to not get too full of themselves. They weren't as quite above the garbage as they would believe.

With their erratic movements, hitting the boys would be a harder task, but the Shuppet was sure he could meet up with the challenge. It would just take a little more focus. The sphere appeared once more, and although he was a bit tired from the repeated use of the attack, he would force it to grow to the size of what it had been the first time he had tried it. He could do this, he could do this and make Adrian proud. As one of the boys darted forward, screaming and laughing, the Shuppet would launch the attack. The dirt-brown orb flew forward at a surprising speed — bulls-eye. Gleefully, the Pokemon formed another one, not quite as big as the first, and launched it quickly before flying past the trio over their heads. The second hit its mark as well, and both boys dissolved into tears. Giddy at the victory and still full of himself, the Shuppet formed a third orb. Though thoroughly exhausted now, he could still form the small Gunk Shot somewhat easily, sending it spiraling downward until it splattered garbage over the mother's head.

Laughing to himself once again, the Ghost-type disappeared over the city's skyline.
"Hey, Shuppet. Did you have a nice time?"

The Ghost-type nodded eagerly. Though drained from the repeated attacks, he had also fed on more negative emotions than he would have otherwise. Spiraling downwards, the Shuppet would perch by the boy's bag. Prometheus was standing close by, giving a suspicious look towards him before winking and looking away. He smiled — it was nice to have someone on his side. Adrian likely wanted to throw trash at the wealthy too, but he couldn't ask his trainer to risk exposing himself like that. That was okay, though — he'd take care of the dirty work for him.

"I'm glad," Adrian was continuing. "You know, I gave some more thought to it, and I decided I don't want to just call you Shuppet anymore. How do you like the name Erebus?"

The Ghost-type stilled, shocked. He had pleased Adrian — Adrian wanted to keep him! Adrian had given him a name! Happily, the newly-named Erebus would duck forward happily, flying in happy circles around his trainer, much to his amusement. "I guess you like it, then?" He gave an answering cry in response, bobbing up and down in the air in front of him. "Alright then, Erebus, what do you say we get this show on the road?"

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Writing Quality and Length: 5/5

This was a good length, and I didn’t see errors or other reasons to dock points here.

Training Effectiveness/Plausibility/Creativity: 4/5

This was a really fun thread to read, and I gave a lot of thought to this grade because of the unorthodox yet completely in-character method of training. I love the way the shuppet is rewarding himself with the negative emotions from people, and I find his rationale for attacking humans, and specifically rich ones, quite interesting. I appreciated the attention given to the details of the mission he sets for himself, the techniques he uses to try to gain accuracy, and the NPCs who are very fleshed out for a training thread.

In terms of your goals, I think there was good progress made in terms of accuracy, but I didn’t quite get as much about the power of the move considering when he used it in the thread, the power kept going up and down, so I think he’d have to work more specifically on controlling the power to get a note about that.

As a side note, training posts are not the usual venue to get happiness bars, but I feel like Erebus is just so happy to get his name and make Adrian proud that he deserves one. The little moment at the end with the happy circles was adorable, and I look forward to seeing more training from him since I feel like he has a strong motive now to continue with his training. I also want to know what will happen if/when Adrian finds out who he was targeting in this session…

WOW Factor: 0/2

Although this was quite the adorable thread, I didn’t really see a WOW moment, sorry.

Totals:

Erebus gains his name, 9 EXP (which levels him up to 7 1/4 and he learns Spite), a happiness bar, and a note of Gunk Shot has 90% accuracy thanks to the work he put in on the accuracy, specifically, of the move.

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Aether and Scylla
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  • EXP/Happiness.
  • Higher accuracy for Aether.
  • Higher evasiveness for Scylla.
  • Perhaps a note about the competition between Aether and Scylla.
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  • Route 11 on a fishing boat
  • Midday, Early Spring
Aerodactyl were huge.

Adrian should have known that. It seemed reasonably obvious. Even at birth, they were almost six feet tall, from the ground to the spikes on their cranium. Aether, who was now coming into the later stages of his development, was much taller than that -- not that Adrian cared to check the specifics. Although a striking member of the team, the trainer couldn't help but be a little cautious around him. After all, this was a Pokemon that could shred him in pieces as an accident. But if Adrian knew anything, it was that doubt and handling didn't mix. If he wanted to work well with Aether, he'd have to get over it.

His next training, he decided, would involve Aether. Not only would it help the large dual-type Pokemon become even more of a threat on the battlefield (as well as start catching up to the rest of the team), it would also benefit Adrian to become more authoritative. Aether was generally a good listener and had a calm disposition at that. It wouldn't be too difficult to work with him, hopefully, although the Aerodactyl could have a mind of his own sometimes.

Their goal for today took them to Route Eleven, just outside Cape Augustine. Adrian had managed to secure a ride on one of the boats headed to Seaway City. He'd have to help them out with fishing in return, but that was a small price. Plus, if everything went to plan, it would be no issue at all. They had still yet to reach the deep waters where nets would be released and divers would swim down to herd the fish in. Their targets consisted of mostly Magikarp, which brought him to the next Pokemon he wanted to work with.

Scylla had been named after a sea monster, despite being neither terrifying nor useful in any way. Magikarps were, in general, considered wastes of time. But Adrian had heard of people who had caught the useless little things and trained them up until they became deadly 20-feet-long terrors. He wanted to be one of those people. Scylla would be useful, whether or not she knew it yet. The boy's mouth twisted into a wry, grim smile at the thought of confronting his ex-master with a dragon on his side.

But he was getting ahead of himself. It would take a lot of work to get to that stage, and he was nowhere close yet. Grunting, Adrian helped the other workers pull up one last load of fish. "Thanks for helping out, we really did need the extra person," grunted a young man from across him. "You can go take your lunch break now, but be back in an hour. The divers will be going down at that time and there will be a lot more work then!" Adrian smiled slightly, still unused to joking around with and conversing like a human being. He merely nodded before slipping off, hoping the man didn't take offense to his lack of speech.

Going to a relatively isolated place at the back of the rickety boat, Adrian would release the two he wanted to work with. Scylla splashed into a bucket of water off to the side, flopping around usefully. He couldn't help a small cringe -- it was hard to imagine that that thing could evolve into such a terrifying beast, but Adrian would trust her biology to eventually work out in his favor. Aether appeared on the edge of the boat, and the rickety little thing swayed at the extra weight. Yelping slightly in panic, the Aerodactyl lifted into the air, looking disoriented at how much water was surrounding him. "Hey, hush, it's okay. You can stay on the boat, it might seem unsteady but it'll hold up. Just don't land suddenly," Adrian reassured.

Aether gave him a suspicious look, but he knew that he didn't have the ability to permanently stay in the air like that. Flight endurance would be something to work on, Adrian mused, but maybe at a later time. He already had his lunch break planned out. The Aerodactyl landed as gently as he could, and the boat creaked slightly but held out. Despite the Aerodactyl's size, Adrian had read that they only weighed around 130 pounds. It was a miracle, really, how light Flying-types could be. Their bone structure had always fascinated him, giving them a light enough frame to life seven feet of rock into the air.

"We're currently on Route 11, departing from Cape Augustine. I'm here for a job, as well as to train you two. Aether, I'm sure you've talked to some of the others. I have a goal I want to reach, and six of you being at the top of your game will play a large part in that," Adrian explained. The Fossil Pokemon continued to listen attentively, not making any movement as the boat gently drifted along. "We're working on your accuracy today. Well, your accuracy, and Scylla's evasiveness. Try not to hurt her," Adrian said, with a small concerned frown. Aether gave an offended huff, glaring at him. "Don't insult me. I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself," he scoffed. Although Adrian couldn't understand exactly what his Pokemon had said, he got the general gist and gave an amused chuckle.

"Well, here we go. Scylla, your only job is to not get caught. Try not to swim too far away. Got--" Before Adrian could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face and fell down with a grunt, barely seeing the fish flop over the edge. Groaning, Adrian struggled up, easily identifying the Magikarp's golden scales despite the water. "Damned creature. Alright, Aether, go fetch," he said with a grin. The Aerodactyl looked offended again. What a menial chore -- why was he being tasked with it? Grabbing the fish, however small, would be easy.

Or that's what he thought.

The first dive was a clear failure. The Aerodactyl's deadly claws grasped at cold, empty waters, Scylla flitting away from him quickly. The Magikarp was a primitive being, yes, but she could understand the basics. Plus, not getting caught was in her instincts. She had no intention of becoming fast food. Enraged from embarrassment, Aether missed by an even larger margin on the next swoop. And the next, and the next. No matter how quickly he tried to swoop down, the Magikarp was always a step ahead of him. Or a few feet in front of him, as was the case. Finally, a large wave crashed over him when he dove too low, and the Flying-type retreated back into his element with a sputter of indignation.

Adrian couldn't help his small chuckle, although the amused sound was quickly cut short at the Aerodactyl's violent screech. "Hey now, calm down. I'm not laughing, okay? Hush now," Adrian soothed, warily grabbing the Pokeball in case Aether decided to go rogue. The Aerodactyl had quite a bit of self-control, however, and brought himself under wraps rather quickly though he was clearly still annoyed. To make it worse, the simple patterns the Magikarp was swimming in below made it seem as if she were taunting him -- not that that was too far-fetched. "You calm now? Think about it clearly. Analyze the situation -- why do you keep missing, and how can you reach your target?" Adrian reasoned.

Aether huffed but pondered the questions seriously regardless. He was moving quickly, and he was for sure faster than the fish. That wasn't the issue here, he didn't think. So how did Scylla always know how to avoid him? The Magikarp seemed dumb, but perhaps she was smarter than he thought. Maybe she could see into the future! No, silly thought. Think, Aether, think! Could Scylla perhaps see where he was targeting? He wasn't being that obvious, he didn't think. He was already reaching out with his claws at the last second, and the way he skimmed the water meant that he wasn't moving in an easily predictable linear pattern. In fact, he almost always waited until he was less than a foot away before striking. And yet Scylla was still ahead of him!

Maybe it wasn't about Scylla seeing the future, he realized, but about him seeing the future. What if he figured out where she was going to be before striking? Then he'd be a step ahead!

Nodding determinedly to himself, Aether took to the air once again. Adrian smiled slightly as he watched the large fossil Pokemon take to the air, circling around for a second before drifting down until he was almost touching the water. Scylla was still moving as energetically as always, orange scales sparking the sun's rays up as she moved. She seemed unaware of Aether's epiphany, but Adrian knew that the intelligent creature had plotted something. And he was right.

As he watched, the Aerodactyl swooped in once more. But this time, it looked as if he were almost racing the Magikarp, claws striking the surface ahead of her rather than her exact location. A second later, the large prehistoric Pokemon was grasping a fish in his claws. "Amazing!" Adrian called with a large smile. "Great job, Aether. I'm proud of you!" Scylla squirmed around in Aether's grasp, mad that she had been caught. The constant motion threw Aether off balance, and the Magikarp fell into the ocean once more. Stupid bird thought he had outwitted her? Well, the stupid bird thought wrong!

When Aether tried repeating the technique, the Magikarp suddenly swerved at the last moment, relishing the angered growl from above her. But Aether quickly righted himself, reminding himself to stay calm and watch carefully -- and on the next try, he once more grasped the Water-type, much to her annoyance. Adrian continued watching, seeing that they were almost at 50-50. Scylla was rapidly changing her patterns in the water, though she was staying surprisingly fair by keeping relatively close to the surface. It was generous, Adrian realized. Perhaps the Magikarp was capable of rational thought after all, despite her fondness for slapping him every other second she was out. At any rate, the duo was definitely making steady improvement by the time his break ended.

"Adrian, we need you back!"

"Be right there!"

But when Adrian tried returning the duo, Aether squawked indignantly in objection while Scylla dove deeper beneath the surface. He raised an eyebrow at the two. It seemed that two more of his team had proven themselves to be a tad bit competitive. "Alright, you guys continue doing this. Aether, keep an eye out for her. I don't want her accidentally being caught in the nets, okay?" The Flying-type's only response was an snort, as if to say obviously, before she once again struck the water.

"Adrian!"

"Coming!"

Glancing back one more time to make sure the two were okay, Adrian rushed back over to help out again, shaking his head in disbelief. Hopefully, they didn't kill each other at that game.

The next half hour was fairly uneventful. It was all menial, boring work. The divers had the real job, herding fish in. Earlier that morning had been just hauling up traps set the day before. There were a lot more nets to haul up now, and Adrian's shoulders were burning from the continuous strain when he heard Aether's panicked scream. "Whoa, is that thing yours?"

Adrian paid no heed, rushing to the side and peering over. Another school of Magikarp was being hauled up, and it seemed that Scylla, in an attempt to get away from her hunter, had swum right in the middle of it. The Magikarp was doing surprisingly well, Adrian realized, distinguishing herself by her unique swimming pattern. While the other Magikarp flopped around aimlessly, Scylla was surprisingly elegant, slipping in between the others as best as she could. Considering the packed space, however, there wasn't much option. If Aether tried to rescue her, and the school was still a little deeper than he would have liked, he would likely yank anyone holding the net overboard.

"Scylla! Ahead and to your right, use that opening!" Whether or not she heard and understood his words, he'd never know, but she headed that direction regardless. Barely managing to free herself from the cluster of other Magikarp, Scylla reached the edge of the net just as they were yanked above water -- and jumped straight up in the air. Aether swooped by just in time, grasping the fish and dumping her onto the deck. It seemed that Adrian's training had worked a bit better than he would have thought -- though it did turn out to be a necessity.

"Well, you guys have certainly had more than enough excitement for today. Once we get to Seaway City, you guys are both taking a long, peaceful rest."

"Hold it Adrian, you didn't tell me you had an Aerodactyl!"

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Writing Quality and Length: 5/5

Good length and style. There was one or two typos I found, but they were minor and didn't disrupt the flow of writing.

Training Effectiveness/Plausibility/Creativity: 5/5

Although I was initially iffy on how much evasiveness Scylla would gain, considering the fact that she was being consistently caught by the end, the way you wrote out the training was creative and believable, so I see no reason to dock any points for it. Scylla won't gain any happiness, seeing as she just spent over half an hour dodging a predator at Adrian's request. She also got caught in a net, which only happened as a result of being let into the ocean by a fishing boat in order to partake in said training.

Aether would have appreciated being allowed to figure things out himself- especially when he was left unattended to do so- so he will gain 1 bar of happiness.

Scylla dislikes Aether now, seeing as he just harassed her for thirty minutes, and she associates that dislike with the fact that he's a dangerous predator who probably wants to eat her.

Scylla gains evasiveness against airborne attacks. Seeing as this training was rather specific, Aether's accuracy gains apply only to pokemon he can still see, aka against Double Team and Minimize. Attacks that physically impede his vision will continue to do so normally.

WOW Factor: 0/2

It's notoriously hard to get, I know. This was a very good training thread but it didn't wow me in any particular way.

Total:


10 EXP to both Aether and Scylla!
Scylla is now level 19! Scylla has higher evasion against aerial attacks
Aether is now level 7 and gains 1 happiness bar! Aether is less likely to be effected by Double Team or Minimize


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