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 Joshua Warden's Travels, Chaos_1x
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 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 01:00 AM
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    Joshua would have a little time to acquaint himself with his new pokemon if he was interested in doing so. There was about two hours of time that he had for himself before a bloodcurdling scream emerged from down the road, not far from where he was. He could either follow or chose to ignore it and go on another road.

    If he followed, Joshua would find signs of a disturbance through the area - snapped twigs and some amorphous prints. The trail of prints would end on a tree trunk. Something shined there, and as the moon illuminated it Joshua could see the bloody handprint.

    The print was much smaller than Joshua's own, but definitely human. Had the scream he had heard come from a child?

    Joshua could look around the site, but the trail seemingly went cold at the handprint. There was little for him to do, until - "Help! Help! No, stop!" It was a child's voice.

    The sound was close, and if Joshua ran he would catch a glance of a gastly, its tongue out, menacing a small figure. The figure was cloaked, backed up against a tree as the gastly slowly approached.

    If Joshua called out or yelled, the gastly would look startled, taking its attention off the hooded figure. The small child would run to Joshua, hugging his midsection tightly.

    "H-help! Please!"

    The gastly approached Joshua and the child, a low raspy noise emerging from its mouth. Joshua's sword would be of no use against this incorporeal creature; but perhaps his new pokemon friend would help in battle against the gastly.

    Should Joshua choose to send out pawniard, the gastly would hiss in response, throwing a ball of ice from thin air at the dark-type. How dare this human try and take away her prey? And have the nerve to fight back with a creature of darkness? Gastly would teach him and his pet pawniard a lesson, and then she would eat the child. It was her right.

    With the gastly eager to fight, it looked like Joshua's handling skills would get a quick and deadly test.


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Approaching Joshua and the child.
Used Ice Punch on Pawniard.

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Josh looked down at the Pokeball, his mind a confused blur of activity and dread. He found his feet walking along the path without recalling telling them to do so. He tried to look around, make sure he wasn't ambushed, but his mind was focused on the object resting on his palm.

It wasn't that he hadn't ever had a Pokemon, but he'd never really had one like this. One that hadn't been a gift, or intended as some sort of servant. He'd never really given being a Handler much thought, and found he wasn't completely opposed to the idea. He also didn't feel too much of a calling to pursue the line of work. Maybe in another life, perhaps.

The scream roused him from his musings. He nearly dropped the Pokeball, scrambling for a few steps as he tried to keep his hold on it. He stuffed it in a belt pouch as he ran, not pausing to consider the possibility that it might be a trap or something that might put him in danger as well.

His boots boots scraped over fallen branches and exposed stones. He wasn't the best tracker, but the trail was obvious enough. Night was falling fast, and mist had started to curl in the darker places of the forest. He nearly tripped as he tried to stop at the sight of the hand print. His blood ran cold at the dark, liquid smear as it reflected the cold light.

He spun at the child's cry for help, his liberated weapon springing to his hands. The weapon quivered at the sight, when he heard it again. Taking off into the underbrush, he had to fight a budding lingonberry bush to enter a nearby clearing. A dark ball, coalesced of shadow and malice, hung over a small figure, who was cloaked. Josh tried to step forward, hoping to see what would happen, when a branch snapped under him. Like a crack of lightning, it broke the tense silence, and he decided to play it off as intentional.

"Hey!" He said menacingly. His bladed staff reflected the moonlight, but he wasn't sure what good it was supposed to do against what seemed to be a ball of shadow. Still, it was better than nothing. The child clutched at his waist, the fear obvious. He held his staff up as if to ward away the aggressing Pokemon.

Then, he wanted to hit himself in the head. Here he was, squaring off with something that obviously didn't fear his weapon, when he had something in his pouch to help. Fumbling for the Pokeball, and dumping some of the last of his jerky out in the process, he held the item in front of him like a talisman.

"Don't make me use this, I mean it!"

Nobody was impressed. Sighing, released the Pokemon.

"Pawn...." The Pokemon said as it stretched out, eyeing the scene. Blades glinted off of moonlight, giving it a cruel appearance. It glared at the Ghastly, and the two seemed instantly hostile to each other.

The flash of cold came faster than Josh could react. Pawniard took it, glaring at the ball of shadow as it bristled with anger. He dug through various pockets and cords until he found his Pokecard and pointed it at the Pawniard. Scanning over the moves it knew, he frowned, wishing he'd paid more attention to the fineries of Pokemon battles. He'd always found cold steel more of a comfort than relying on another creature.


"Try... Uh... Psycho Cut?" Josh weakly ordered. He certainly wasn't cutting the figure of a noble hero saving the child from the monster, but then again, it had been a very long time since anyone had called him noble in anything other than a jest.

Pawniard's blades glowed, casting stark shadows in the small clearing. It rushed forward, seeking to use a blade made of faintly glowing energy to slice the Ghastly in half. "Pa-awn!" The small bladed Pokemon declared.

Josh's mind raced as the battle went on. He didn't know much about Pokemon in general, let alone ghost types. It was a ghost type, right? A quick check with the Pokecard confirmed this. He needed to find a way to keep it from preying on others, after all, he couldn't very well keep the child with him the whole time.

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.7! And hey, instead of using red for your color, try using the tag [gryph*] text [/*gryph] without the stars! it's a softer red that is easier to read. http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/Emoticons/1.png I also just did a little searching and added a code that adds a bunch of other colors to the dropdown box too, actually, which might be easier, depending.

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The gastly shrieked at the halfhearted order, but the pawniard's response was not at all halfhearted. Despite its dark typing, the pokemon sheathed those parts of its arms that were wholly steel with the mental power, focused so tightly that when it went hurtling towards the gastly, it couldn't move away in time -- the scythe of ethereal, pinkish light buried itself in the pokemon's body and the ghost howled its shock and fury at the super effective move. It had braced for darkness, but that was not at all what it had received. With a hiss, the ghost shook its way free of the dissipating energy blade and curled in on itself, drawing in her own vapors and flashing, for a second, steely silver and black as night with her eyes fixed hard on the pawniard. It was the best protection she knew for the moment, and she was not inclined to give up her meal so quickly.

Despite that, the pokemon had precious little that was, well, any good at all against the pawniard. A spewing of toxic did little more than grease Josh's pokemon's blades, and the gastly was forced to resort to another ice punch. The pawniard again shook it off, but he was young and tiring. Nevertheless, the ghost backed up, retreating towards the trees. She wanted the child, badly, but she was rapidly realising how few options she had. The ghost's eyes moved rapidly from pawniard to humans to forest, ignoring the cheers of the child clinging to the man for the moment. Joshua could almost see its mind working, considering fleeing and then, as its eyes fixed on the man himself, considering a different meal after all. Childrens' spirits were strong enough to feed and let go free, but a man's would do in a pinch, and she was aching. She needed to feed.

The ghost gathered herself up and went for Joshua himself, past the pawniard to hide behind the man, aiming to latch on to the back of his neck with her ghostly teeth and sap his energy -- and especially to put the human between herself and the little knife pokemon. The little boy would shriek again at that, and bravely try to batter the creature away, but his little hands would pass through the gaseous body with little more than a sickly sweet odor like rotting fruit. As for Josh, if he let it latch, he would experience a sudden, bone-deep tiredness as the pokemon stole energy from him. His heart might skip a beat, flutter, and then steady again in his chest as his body adjusted to bear the burden, and he would feel as slowed as if he had had a few too many drinks, until he shook it off, captured it, or made it faint.



http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/92gastly.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 10, 50% HP
Egg Moves revealed: Ice Punch & Reflect Type
- Used Reflect Type and is now dark/steel
- Toxic [no effect]
- Ice Punch
- Trying to latch onto Joshua and get some energy/health/food


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- tiring after taking two ice punches
- Not sure what to do with the handler and child between him and the ghost

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"Come on..." Josh said through gritted teeth. The ghost Pokemon wasn't making this easy, and while the ice attack hadn't done much the first time, the collective effort of the battle and hits from the spirit were starting to show in Pawniard's stance. He felt bad for the bladed creature, it hadn't really asked to be dragged along with him, and he certainly hadn't put it in the best of situations.

"Pa-pa-pa..." Pawniard was panting, and his heart felt a bit of a twinge. He was glad that the spray the Ghastly had tossed on it hadn't done anything, but it had also taken on that odd appearance, and he wasn't sure what that meant.

It couldn't be good.

Just as he thought the battle would be a rout, the ghost paused, considering Josh. He held his bladed staff up, but dropped it, fumbling in his pouch for something as it stopped moving away completely.

The ghost type angled to move closer to Josh and the child. As it drew closer, he could smell it. Fighting down the urge to cough, he met the thing's glare, and tried his best to put up a brave front. In the moonlight, the thing seemed even crueler than normal, and his heart pounded as it came even closer. A quick glance at his surroundings confirmed his fear. He and the boy were standing in Pawniard's way, preventing the bladed Pokemon from finishing off the target.

As he fumbled in his pouch, the gears in his mind started to turn frantically. He touched something cool and metallic, and he felt a brief spark of hope.

"Ha!" He shouted, trying to surprise it. Then he threw the pokeball, which he was sure would really surprise it. Not turning to see if he had caught the pokemon, only waiting to confirm that the Ghastly was ensnared, he nearly pulled the little boy with him as he ran, trying to put some distance between them and the attacking Pokemon.

"Pawniard, use Hone Claws while we have some time, then if it comes out of that thing, hit it with Sucker Punch if it so much as moves towards us!" Josh felt like he was yelling, his voice echoing in the small glade. He knew part of that was stress and fear, but he also worried about drawing in other Pokemon. Part of him wondered if his own Pokemon would understand the second order. He could have made it simple and waited, but he felt the need to try to be as prepared as possible. Ghost Pokemon weren't anything to sneeze at, and the tales of them being defeated only to return like a... Well... Ghost, and haunt the Handler that had defeated them were the type of things you heard often around a campfire.

Pawniard, bless the little thing, didn't so much as give him a questioning look. It dutifully started using its blades to sharpen each other, causing a melodic, almost ominous, ringing sound to fill the glade. As it approached the Pokeball, the sound was almost like that of a battle, steel resounding off of steel.

If the Ghastly did come out of the Pokeball, it would find Pawniard standing ready between it and the two humans.

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