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Post by bubblegumpink on Jun 24, 2020 7:27:02 GMT -8
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 WurmpleCaught at Level 5
Nickname: Pinky II
Gender: Female
Type: Bug
Ability:Shield Dust
Height:1’0”
Weight:7.9 lbs.
Health: Scrawny
EXP Rate: Medium Fast
EXP Gauge: (0/2)
EXP Gained: 0
Level: 5
Division: D11
Total Stats: 40
- Attack: 11(27%)
- Defense: 5
- Sp. Attack: 5
- Sp. Defense:5
- Speed: 14
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset:
1. String Shot
1. Tackle
5. Poison Sting
Unique Moves:
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She took another, softer breath, taking notice of each inhale and exhale as her subconscious mind continued to take notice of her surroundings. Noises filled her ears from all directions, most blended together, but she took note of a gentle snoring from a nearby Pokémon. It came from the left, she thought. A mental list formed in her head of the different Pokémon it might be. The snoring sounded deep, as if it came from a creature whose lungs were above average size. Could it be a Druddigon? Keeping her eyes shut, she clutched the pocket of her jean shorts, sighing in relief as she felt the Pokèball.
Safe.
With one hand still on the Pokéball, she felt another breath, deep within her chest, breathing in the subtle scent of ash that caused her eyebrows to relax in bliss. She held her breath there for a moment, a deep tickling in her throat stopping her from exhaling. She covered a few coughs with her elbow, eyes squinting as they opened directly to the sun. She felt a bit of dust in her eyes, and blinked to get as much out as possible. It was hard to catch her breath, but she managed to regain it, ignoring the itch with tensed up shoulders. She groaned as she stood, a muscle cracking in her back with a pop.
She bent down to wipe dirt off of her hiking boots, still counting her breaths. In, out, in, out.. Something was off, even after meditation there was a tenseness throughout her body. She held onto her own wrist, paying attention to the vibrations she felt pulse rapidly. Not normal. Why did everything bad have to happen to her all the time? Her eyes darted around, moving too fast to notice much detail, before focusing in on a path.
There were many different trails to follow, but this one caught her eye, specifically, the creatures did. A few sandshrews were digging around with the rocks, throwing them at each other playfully. She chuckled. How adorable. She found herself staring at it, her eyes focused with interest. Sandshrew were interesting little creatures, they always seemed to be in movement. It was respectable to her, she appreciated how hardworking they were. She crept over to them, kneeling down a about a foot away. Ignoring the pain as rocks pressed up against her knees, she smiled as she got a closer look at the sandshrew. Three of them were there, one was tossing tiny pebbles at the others, using its nose as a way to push them. Willow tilted her head, trying to view them a bit clearly, as her vision was still a bit blurred, causing small details to seem fuzzy.
As her eyes slowly began to focus, she could now see that it wasn’t throwing the rocks with it’s nose, it was pushing them. Turning her gaze towards it, she could now see a handful of stacked pebbles, all shapes and sizes of them piled on top of one another. It was beginning to make a pyramid-like shape, the bottom was heavier than the top. The rodent-like creature grunted as it attempted to push a large brown stone towards the top. Willow shuffled a bit closer, still on her knees, and gently grabbed the stone from underneath its dust-covered nose. She placed it at the top of the pebble.
The sandshrew tilted its chubby head toward the kneeling girl. No sign of appreciation on its blank, lifeless stare, with cold black eyes. It turned its head towards the pile again, growling as it knocked the tower over again.
“Huh?” She softly wondered, a slight frown creeping upon her dark face, her eyes squinting as she processed. Before she even had the chance to take a breath, it scurried away from the rocks quickly, disappearing into the distance, kicking back dirt
She blinked. That was weird.
She stood there, perfectly still for a moment, as she thought about what happened. The sandshrew was growling when it ran, as if angry that she helped it. Perplexed thoughts ran through her mind, while Willow decided finally to start actually walking down the path. {spoiler}{details}
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Post by bubblegumpink on Aug 3, 2020 6:13:55 GMT -8
Minutes passed as she walked along, her mind still stuck on that Sandshrew, numerous questions filling her head. Why was it piling pebbles in the first place? What could such a pointless task possibly be useful for? The rays of the sun were feeling less like a blanket, now, and more like a nuance. A droplet of sweat fell down her light brown forehead, which she wiped off with the back of her hand as she walked. Perhaps she should have showed up a little earlier? She trudged along, grunting more with each step, as her chest felt tighter and tighter. As if an invisible shoestring was tied around her chest, and every second it tightened a little more, causing her breaths to fall heavier and heavier as the slope of the path she walked towards steepened. She kicked dirt and tiny rocks behind her with every step. Counting each of her breaths, as it became more and more difficult.
There was a pause as she regathered her thoughts, yet before her brain had time to, she was interrupted by a faint noise, coming from somewhere just out of her view.
“Help me!” The voice called out. Willow jerked her head around quickly, but nobody was around. Nothing but boulders and a few fletchling that flew around the area. One zoomed past her, flying towards a diverging path, one that was steeper than the one she was currently on. She grabbed her foot as she stretched her leg out, preparing to follow the fletchling. It was already far past her, so at this point she might as well take her time.
The steepness of this path wasn’t good for her weak lungs and heart. She was breathing manually, her thoughts becoming a pure focus of In, out, in, out. The words in her head being the only commanding force to keep her going. She felt almost animalistic, as she was purely following the instinct, hunting after the flying pokèmon like a Pyroar hunts it’s prey. Her eyes darted around. There was less Pokémon here, but she did notice a young lady with gorgeous blonde curls, sitting on a boulder, a cigarette in one hand, putting it between her lips every few seconds.
Willow inhaled deeply, her eyes wide open. Acting before her mind had time to catch up, she walked towards the lady. She had a calm smile, showing her that the girl was willing to have a nice conversation. She looked to be around her early 20’s, as was apparent by her silky smooth skin. She flipped a mental switch, and held her hand out to the young lady, with a warm, polite smile.
“Good to meet you, I’m Willow. What brings you here?” She was gentle in tone, just in case this woman happened to be having a bad day.
“Hm?” She seemed to be a bit distracted by something, as she darted her light blue eyes around, focusing mostly upwards towards the cloudy sky. She shook Willow’s hand quickly before introducing herself as Lola between smokes. The smoke from her cigarette tickled the back of Willow’s throat, an itchy yet perfectly comfortable feeling, one that brought her back to a different point in her life, pictures of bright flashing lights and dead conversations with groups of people she didn’t know, as they all held different objects to smoke from. This memory was cut short by Lola responding to the question.
“I’m just...trying to get away from it all.” She said softly, searching for the words like it was somewhere in the sky, gazing above Willow’s head, instead of looking towards her gaze.
“I know how you feel, Lola. Life can be tough, you know? It’s good to take vacations sometimes.” She tried to look into her eyes while she spoke, but she didn’t match the eye level, still seeming more focused on the clouds. She gave a slight nod, to which Willow spoke again.
“You seem distracted.” She stated with a friendly and empathetic smile, subtly asking for an insight into her head without prying. It had been so long since Willow had had an innocent conversation, one that wasn’t for the purpose of discussing or acquiring illegal substance. There was something bittersweet about it, she missed being spoken too without having to promise them one thing or another. She felt a tickle build up in her throat. No coughing yet. Not while she was here.
Lola paused with a wetness in her eyes. A sensitive soul, Willow noted. “There was this kid walking by, screaming for help,” Lola paused, wiping her eyes. “He had these big blue eyes,” A tear fell from the lady’s eyes, landing on her cheek “Oh...I just-I just!” Willow put a hand on her shoulder, though she didn’t understand how one could feel an attachment like that to some random kid, she could still show sympathy. “I hope he’s okay. Kids deserve the world,”
“Why don’t you look for him?” She softly suggested. This query made her much sadder, her eyes growing wider and wetter.
“He ran from me! He ran from me and now I’ll never know if he’s okay. And I’ll never know why,”
Willow stared deeply into her icy blue irises.
“I’ll help the kid. Where did he run off to?” She said before her mind could catch up to the task she was willingly offering herself to. She already had enough on her plate, didn’t she? Lola motioned towards the path to signal where he could’ve ran off to.
Just as she was about to continue on, the girl stopped her.
“Hey, I really appreciate the help,” She began, “I wanna give you something to say thank you but I...I don’t have much.” between polite protests from Willow, she handed her a pack of cigarettes from her bag, as that was all she seemed to have with her.
Willow stuffed it into her pockets. Dont think about it. Don’t think about it. Her sight blurred again as she looked for a trashcan. She couldn’t keep this. Minutes passed with nothing but the mantra passing through her head. She coughed roughly into her hand, a tickle in her throat she had kept trapped finally being released. As she brought her head up, she mumbled a swear as she saw another pair of eyes staring at her, though from quite a bit below.
“Mama said coughin’s a sign of sickness. You gotta get that checked.” The young boy squeaked to her, his wide emerald eyes unblinking as he stared. His cheeks were stained and his eyes were puffy. The voice matched that which she heard cry for help before. He wore a white hoodie that had a smear of dirt near his chest, it tinted the purity of the object which otherwise seemed to be in perfect condition.
“I have asthma.” She lied after a beat. The kid seemed satisfied enough with that answer, as he stumbled away, before Willow stopped him, with a clearing of her throat.
“You alright there kid? Not a very safe place here.” Though the child looked no older than eight, she spoke maturely. No use to keeping little kids at a lower standard. She swallowed the building tickle growing in her throat.
“I was goin’ on a field trip. My class’s awfully fast.” The kid shared a lot faster than Willow was expecting. She wasn’t too sure if most kids were so open, or if this one was just a chatty little bugger.
“Mama gave me a strong pokemon. Said he’d protec’ me. Too bad lil’ Junie is scary. Tried to attack my friends.” he continued on, babbling, looking at the sky as he spoke to, to him, a stranger. Willow had knelt down on the ground to be at closer level to him, ignoring the dirt on her knees. There was something about this kid that made her feel a way she hadn’t felt in a while, specifically since the first Pokémon she owned. His large innocent eyes hit something deep within Willow. Innocent green emerald’s that still had a chance. She stared at his eyes as he spoke, noticing her own reflection within them. He continued explaining the story of how his Pokémon had attacked the entire class, causing them to run away. She had stopped paying attention to the story, instead noticing a cut on the boys nose, it was thin yet leaking with blood, as if he had recently fallen on a rock.
Her eyebrows rose. She motioned for the kid to come a bit closer to her, to which he paused the sentence to which he complied, as Willow grabbed an ointment she packed. As she put it on the boy’s cut, he continued talking.
“A lady tried’ta help me. But she was a smoker. Mama says smokin’ makes-ya go to sleep forever.”
Willow blinked a few times at that. She didn’t know normal parents explained death to their kids so young. Much less drug caused deaths.
“Tell me more.” She asked quietly with intrigue in her voice. She rummaged through her bag to find bandages.
“Well. Papa always used to smoke. Got all in the house. Yeah. Smells bad. Stinks up the whole house. He’s not home anymore. Mama says he’s on vacation.” The kid blabbered quickly, so quickly that Willow barely caught what he said. She squinted, processing the words, until they rang in her head as she gulped unblinking.
She bit the inside of her cheek as moisture collected on her eyeballs. A bandaid was placed on the kid’s nose, covering up the cut. His large eyes looked down on the bandaid. He twitched his nose, sprinkled with dotted freckles along it and his cheeks. There was a silence, as Willow scratched a bump on her arm, her eyes staring deeply into his, as her eyebrows tilted in sympathy.
“Hey, kid?”
“Uh-huh?”
“We’re gonna get you back home.”
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