[Amyrie Baldrick]

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tag Amyrie Baldrick notes Egg post #1. I enjoy realistic experiences, so tags and injuries are welcome!

Emerald hills rolled across the horizon like waves gently lapping against the pale sky blue in the distance. Large, fluffy clouds broke up the monotony of blue, just as clusters of trees dotted the sea of green. More often than not, the warmth of the sun was blocked out and the brisk, wintry chill left unchecked. Amyrie pulled at the collar of her jacket and tilted her chin down. It wasn't particularly cold, but after an hour of mindless walking the breeze seemed sharper. Tucked under her arm was a small egg, long forgotten as she lost herself in the swirling sea of her own melancholy. A purchase she had made a few months ago, and one that had given her many sleepless nights as she dealt with her own poverty. Truthfully, she could have been moving faster. A quicker pace would quicken the heart and get the blood flowing just enough to keep the cold at bay. She should have been half way to... ah... What's-it-called Town. Thinking about it only made her feel that much more depressed. Most days she was fine. Most days she was grinning from ear to ear and laughing louder than anyone else in the room. Her puffed out chest and ego ballooning out of control and bolstering her mood that much more. It was easy, really, to act that way. That's how she always acted. But, today was one of those rare exceptions. She woke up feeling not like herself. Her body moved on auto-pilot. Maybe the monotony of Birch Town had gotten to her. At least, that's what she told herself when she started packing her bags. He wasn't there. Why waste anymore time there? He wasn't there. Not there. Not anywhe-- The thoughts, so dark and so muddling, consumed her senses. The egg that was cradled in her arms had been long forgotten. She didn't feel the wind biting into her face. She didn't feel the dry grass crunch against her boots. She didn't hear the approach of something coming up behind her. Not until the last minute.

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[Jae]

A wild Dhelmise has appeared!

What will you do?

	Dhelmise Lv9
		5 Energy
	Average	Adamant
	Steelworker
MOVES
Wrap, Astonish, Rapid Spin, Absorb
NOTES
N/A

[Amyrie Baldrick]

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tag Amyrie Baldrick notes Egg post #4. Fainted the possessed anchor. -2 Energy to Weavile.

A cool chill -- cooler than the breeze -- burned against the back of Amyrie's neck. It had been subtle at first and, to her absent mind, it felt like nothing more than her coat being off-kiltered. But as the seconds turned to minutes, it became more and more noticeable. She grabbed the collar of her coat once more, tugging it back into place. Or, rather, just nudging it about. The fluffy ring around it had already been pressed firmly against her neck, so what was... A soft groan, like someone stepping on an old, wooden floorboard, came from behind. Electric fear shot chills straight up her spine as Amyrie pivoted on her heels and backpedaled just a single step. Her eyes, wide in horror, immediately fixated on a floating, dead-stare thing that swayed back and forth. The wooden anchor, adorned with thick globs of sticky moss and seaweed, ticked back and forth like an old clock, steadily counting the few seconds Amyrie stood in stunned silence. With a blink, she took a few more steps back, sharpening her eyes as her brain turned back on. She shoved her egg into the crook of one arm and then slapped her now free hand to her belt. With only a bit of fumbling, she grabbed a pokeball and-- The anchor lunged forward -- surprisingly swift for something that looked dead inside -- and let out an ominous howl. In a panic, Amyrie snatched whatever pokeball was the closest and slammed her fingers into the button. In a burst of pale, white light, a black shadow lept from the opening sphere. No sooner had the Weavile touched the ground did the anchor twist the "clock" part of its body and swing it at the weasel. Or, rather, the Weavile just so happened to be standing right where Amyrie once was, taking the brunt of a rather astonishing attack. Salvation grimaced and flinched back from the attack, but quickly regained her footing. White claws dug into the dry soil as she let out a low hiss. Without even waiting for a command, she lunged forward, kicking up dust and blades of grass in an explosion of speed. Anger kindled a burning flame in Salvation's eyes as darkness created an inky, thick smog around her claws. Her foot dug into the ground and with a final kick off, she closed the distance between her and the Dhelmise. In the time it took Amyrie to blink the Weavile landed a painful-looking backhand against the Ghost-type's eye. The darkness that once surrounded her claw violently tore at the tender spot of the Pokemon and forced out a shrill cry of pain. Salvation landed back on the ground and took a half step back. Fur bristling and claws at the ready, the weasel let out a sharp bark of a noise and then growled lowly. The intimidating gesture combined with such a strong strike seemed more than enough to make the Ghost hesitate. And in that hesitation, Amyrie jumped into the fight. "Finish it off, Salvation!" She called out, hoping to inspire confidence in her partner. "Give it another Assurance!" Salvation nodded and let out a huff of approval. Once more, darkness swirled and wafted from her claws, though this time the mist was thin and airy. The small tendrils were certainly less impressive, but likely more than enough to get the job done. With one more battle cry, the Weavile struck the Dhelmise across the top of it's "head" and then kicked her feet straight into its face. As Salvation landed gracefully on the ground, the Ghost fell like a sack of potatoes, motionless and out cold. Amyrie and her Pokemon waited for just a few seconds before the trainer let out a small sigh of relief and let her shoulders fall forward. While she got her composure, Salvation half turned and looked to her trainer with a neutral stare. Crimson eyes seemed indifferent about the victory, nor did they hint to any pain caused from the surprise attack. Even if the Dhelmise had been many levels higher, the type advantage seemed to be more than enough to make up for the lack of experience. At least, that's what Amyrie assumed. "Good job, Salvation," she said as a grin worked its way onto her face. "See? What did I tell you? You'll do great at my side." The Weavile only gave a curt nod.

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[Jae]

A wild Mudkip has appeared!

What will you do?

	Mudkip Lv6
		5 Energy
	Average	Jolly
	Torrent
MOVES
Tackle, Growl, Water Gun
NOTES
N/A

[Amyrie Baldrick]

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tag Amyrie Baldrick notes Egg post #5. KO'd the axolotl. -1 E to Ralts

Silence hung between the both of them for a long, awkward moment. Salvation's red eyes were unflinching and stoic as she relentlessly met Amyrie's wavering looking of confidence. "Ah... Well, good job!" She said with a curt chuckle. "Get some rest." A beam of red light slurped up the Weavile and returned her to the safety of her pokeball. For a few seconds, Amyrie stared at the pokeball, lost in thought, but with a small shake of her head, she pocketed it and cleared away the thoughts. In her arm, the egg trembled, earning a startled yelp from the girl. Eyes wide, she moved to hold it out with both hands. It shook a few more times before going still. From within the shell, the faintest of noises could be heard. Was it close to hatching? She tilted her head and hummed to herself. Truthfully, she wanted to sit down wait for it to do its thing, but a different sound caught her attention. Red eyes flicked up just in time to see a lone Mudkip walking down the road in her direction. Curious. Amyrie certainly was no expert, but didn't Water types typically live in... water? The Mudkip stopped a few paces away from her and vibrated its back fin. Was that an aggressive stance? Given the way its black, beady eyes were tilted down in a glare, she could only assume. Like before, she tucked the egg into the crook of her arm and found a pokeball from her belt. This time, a Pokemon she could count on: Clarity. In a literal sense, Clarity was her starter. Bought as an egg, Clarity had been a present from Amyrie's father when she was accepted into the Ace Trainer Academy. Up until recently, Amyrie had never really bothered in properly training the Psychic type -- it was more of a pet-owner relationship. Though the Ralts was shy at times, she took well to the new lifestyle. As apparent when she burst from her pokeball with a surprisingly loud war cry. As she landed on the ground, she flung a hand to the sky dramatically. Though Amyrie couldn't see, no doubt the little Psychic type was smiling with excitement. The battle lasted longer than the previous; there were no type advantages to speed things along. Double Teams helped evading the incoming jets of water spewed from the Mudkip's mouth. Tackles had stopped Clarity dead in her tracks while she tried to wind up a proper counter attack. Eventually, one well placed Disarming Voice was enough to weaken the Mudkip enough for it to flee. Limping and wounded, the Water type disappeared into the brush, leaving Clarity the obvious victor. Though a bit winded, she turned to Amyrie with an excited cry. The blonde was just about to join in on the excitement when she felt the egg in her arms shake. This time, the shake was accompanied by a loud crack.

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[Elayne]

Rising Star Rong would like to battle!

Glameow Lv8 5 Energy Average Brave Own Tempo MOVES Fake Out, Scratch, Growl, -- Mareep Lv6 5 Energy Average Rash Static MOVES Tackle, Growl, Thunder Wave, --