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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 30, 2016 15:10:29 GMT
Quioxte was more than in shape. The old knight had lived for a long time, in fact. Born as a Shelmet, he had served under six or so different night guards in total, perhaps even more. He wasn't too sure, and the Pokemon had grown not to care too much about the changing ownership part of his deal. He was fed and he could do little pranks, that was all he really needed. Yet, Guy was different. The two had formed a sort of bond over the year or two Guy had been with the cavalier. They ate and slept, they talked and the drove the occasional little name punk out of the palace, yet they also connected in deeper ways. Strolls were one of them.
Guy's footsteps ran silently across the dirt as the two walked along the grassy side of Route 6. This was their home turf. They had learned the grass patterns better than anyone else here. Knowing the terrain was a big part of someone that wanted to defend the area. You never knew when an assault team would arrive and they would have to start a little guerilla op to keep the surrounding area safe. Well, that was never going to happen, but the knowledge was still useful in itself. Quioxte went ahead of his trainer, rattling his spears together loudly to try and scare out any pokemon from the grass. Guy had gone and bought a ball from the Camphrier mart in a little stupor caused by a man who was interested in rocks.
He wasn't sure why the talk with the man had caused him to buy the ball. Perhaps it was just a sort of waking experience. He was lonely, in a way. He could use company. And while Quioxte was already a good choice, he just wanted more.
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Post by Serena on Mar 30, 2016 19:41:12 GMT
*Encounter music* ▼ » As Quixote surveyed the surrounding foliage for wild Pokemon to challenge, most fled. Sentret scampered to their burrows, and small Oddish simply plunged underground, weedy heads protruding just slightly from the grass.
Yet, one challenger remained.
Sitting itself between two craggy boulders, a large, bronze piece of metal began to quiver slightly. A blue orb opened up at its hilt, as the bronze sheath slowly rose into the air. A blue, limb-like piece of fabric then extended from the end, removing the sheath to reveal a single-eyed sword, a bluish aura glowing slightly around it.
It eyed Quixote's twin lances, seemingly rather unfazed. Then again, how exactly does one spook a ghost possessing a sword?
Honedge. These sword spirits were fairly rare Pokemon in Kalos, but great numbers were known to crop up around old mansions, castles, and other abandoned properties in search of long-deceased human partners. Honorable in nature, they are fond of battling and will sharpen their bladed bodies on stones after they become blunted in a fight.
If Guy wanted to capture a Pokemon, it seemed as if he'd have to go for a duel first. A test of bond.
- BATTLE START! YOU GET THE FIRST MOVE - |
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 30, 2016 20:04:11 GMT
A Honedge. Guy knew the pokemon well. While they usually preferred to avoid the palace, sometimes the swords floated on over at night to try and find themselves a good challenge. At times they held their own little tournaments and duels at the palace grounds to try and determine who would lead the clan. They didn't interrupt or destroy anything, so Guy oft left them to their own devices just so that they could solve their disputes without harming outsiders. He couldn't honestly imagine a night without seeing at least one of them come around. Maybe this one was also a regular at the palace. They didn't have many distinguishing features besides maybe the frills of their sash and the independent little dents on the blades.
Yet now one stood in front of him, accepting a challenge. Guy tilted his head and shrugged. Quioxte instead grinned and raised a lance to greet it's apparent newfound friend. For a moment Guy considered, before waving his left hand almost lazily. "Twinneedle, Quioxte."
Quioxte quickly dropped the friendly act. When you couldn't get a friend trough a simple meet and greet, you drew your weapons. He quickly set his lances to his sides, pointing them forwards. Soon the lances launched towards the enemy, whistling as they flew in the air. While normally an attack like twinneedle wouldn't do much to a sword such as Honedge, the lances of an Escavalier were of a much stronger material than simple chitin most bugs had for their own stingers. It was almost as hard as steel, although very organic feeling. Easy to handle and shine. So, the perfect material for an attack such as this. Small string, seemingly organic in nature, were attached to the lances to quickly reel them back if the attack failed.
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Post by Serena on Mar 30, 2016 23:05:03 GMT
clean hit! but it was resisted. ▼ » Upon realizing that its challenge was taken up, the wild Honedge allowed Guy and Quixote to take the first attack, setting up its defense by withdrawing into its sheath instead. Stricken by the first lance, it defended itself but cringed, while the second attack blew it backwards to the ground, forcing it to right itself before rising back up. Looking just a bit more rattled than before, its metallic hide was barely scratched.
Yet, seeing how it was technically a spirit, did that really matter? Surely its aura had weakened enough for the next blow to stun it. It would all depend on getting around guards- both Pokemon had superior defense due to one being made of an extremely strong metallic chitin and the other literally being a flying hunk of metal.
Regardless, Honedge was now pursuing an attack, unsheathing itself. Going in to slash the mighty Escavalier from the front, it immediately dropped as the blue aura crept up like a poltergeist before slashing violently at Quixote's exposed back in a very swift movement.
Shadow Sneak.
After completing the attack, the sword raised once again, lifting its fabric "hand" to wave back at Quixote. Its eye was squinted in a friendly expression, almost mocking the initial waving gesture.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 31, 2016 8:53:23 GMT
While the two made battle, Guy watched with a slightly furrowed expression. One word came to mind for the sword: Desperado. While it seemed to be a honor respecting specimen like most of it's kind, it was hiding something much darker beneath it all. The motions made it clear. Surprise attacks. Dirty tricks. A strategy optimized to trick most of it's kind that were far more honorable than it was. Of course, he could be wrong. Maybe the sword was usually honorable and just used dirty tricks because it was at a slight disadvantage. Although he wasn't too sure about that. The little wave of it's hand and the friendly-jackass like glint in it's eye made it seem like the dirty tricks were it's main forte. He calmly sat himself down on a nearby rock. "Quioxte. Iron Head."
The cavalier slammed down against the ground and skid forwards a bit from the force of the blade slamming against his exposed back. For a moment he lied there on the ground, only to soon reel back the lances into his arm stubs, pushing right up. Quioxte spat out some dirt and shook his head, a small grin on his face. A challenge from a dirty fighter, eh? Quioxte could do with that. The cavalier quickly charged forwards, head ducked so that the red plume was pointing forwards. The red flourishing suddenly hardened and lost it's wavy texture, and Quioxte prepared to slam the hardened flourish and helmet against the sword as quickly as he could.
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Post by Serena on Apr 1, 2016 4:32:53 GMT
SECOND HIT! RETALIATION COMING UP! ▼ » Noticing that it was about to be clubbed with Quixote's steely helm, the Honedge seemed extremely on edge just before the Escavalier launched itself forward at surprising velocity.
Knowing that the floating Pokemon could quickly block it off in a sideways motion, the blade raised its tassel and prepared to try and guard itself with its own sheath, using it as a makeshift shield. It closed its single eye, bracing for impact.
SHOOM!
The hit was clean, striking the sheath and sending the sword twirling into the air, before coming back down and embedding it in the soil, Excalibur-style. It didn't look all too pleased with the results of its attempted defense, using its tassel to pry itself out of the ground and re-grab its sheath. Then came an idea. Floating to the side, it scraped its own blade harshly against a nearby stone, creating a deafening screech as sparks flew off Honedge. Metal Sound. One of Honedge's few skills that didn't involve cutting things into smaller things. |
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 1, 2016 12:23:30 GMT
That was it! Guy smiled in slight pride. Quioxte was a fully evolved pokemon, so it had a slight advantage towards the Honedge. Yet this still seemed like a fair fight. He almost reached for a cup of coffee, only for his hands to tighten around air. He looked down to it and cringed, sighing loudly. Quioxte's eyes checked up on him for a moment, only for Guy to wave his hand in a dismissive manner. He was an addicted mess, but he'd let Quioxte focus on the battle instead of his own problems. His hand shook slightly, thankfully out of his own volition this time.
Quioxte was distracted. Worried, too. While Guy tried his best to keep his worries out of the old cavaliers life, it could never stop suspecting that something was wrong with his trainer. But before he could manifiest his worries a horrible screech echoed trough the air and straight into his eardrums, causing him to drop down on the ground quickly. The bad thing about having lances for arms was that you couldn't even cover your ears in case of an attack like this. Panicking and writhing on the ground, Quioxte could only partially pick up guy yelling out some commands. Something about twinneedle.
While still writhing, the cavalier weakly aimed his stingers forwards and let them loose towards the opponent. It was hard to aim and he couldn't keep still, so the lances shot off all over the place. Hopefully they'd at least distract the opponent.
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Post by Serena on Apr 2, 2016 13:28:25 GMT
silence, here i am. here i am. ▼ » Honedge almost seemed to giggle, the aura around itself strengthening once again. Like most ghosts similar to it, it fed off the life energy gained through successful moves and the emotions it inflicted upon friends and opponents alike- in this case, blind panic was a particularly delectable meal that would sustain it for a while to come.
It was about to get ready for another attack, before Quixote suddenly shot off two Twinneedle lances, which drilled through the air in wild, uncontrolled directions. How fun! Such a strong-looking Pokemon, even when under the directives of a Trainer, couldn't land a straight hit! It was a prank this Pokemon had pulled a number of times on a variety of different Trainers and their Pokemon, but this was the first time a fully-evolved foe had fallen for it! How fun it was to be a corporeal Ghost-type. In its sudden trembles, the Honedge almost looked as if it was giggling with a childish delight. Even the human seemed a little unnerved!
In this situation, Honedge had taken a slight break, its fear of Quixote significantly diminished. Now was an opening for some sort of retaliation by Guy and Quixote, if it was wished for. |
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 2, 2016 16:28:57 GMT
Oh? So he thought he could just giggle around? The lad was having a giggle. Quioxte was old. Quioxte was hardy. But one thing Quioxte wasn't was a fool. Quioxte didn't like being made fun of either. Slowly, the two lances reeled back to the old guard, attaching back to his stubs. He pushed up and shook his head for a moment to try and clear his head. This was far more personal now. Far too personal, in fact. A honor filled battle was what he had expected, but instead he was given this. Rage was building up inside the old one, and soon it released a shrill cry and charged forwards. Iron head.. Over and over. If it missed? It just charged again until it hit. If it hit? It'd repeat the motion. Over and over, almost like clockwork.
Guy watched the sight with a mixture of impression and worry. Quioxte didn't often get angry. He had heard some stories from the last owner, though. Usually these fits of rage and anger could last for hours. Had to do with bottling up usual angry emotions for so, so long. He hoped the steel sword could just take the hits. He calmly tapped his finger against the ball's button, enlargening it to full size. He'd throw it after Quioxte was done blindly ramming itself into and around the opponent.
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Post by Serena on Apr 2, 2016 18:42:10 GMT
uncle! ▼ » Oh no.
Upon seeing the silver warrior recover and approach it, the sheer size difference suddenly rung out in Honedge's little ectoplasmic mind. She was small. Quixote was very, very large. An attempt of a little sword-to-knight friendly conversation would serve as a last-ditch response.
H-hey there, Lancelot. Buddy. Do you think that maybe you could maybe retract the sharp parts there and we could start over? It was just an innocent joke, seriously.
Honedge twittered slightly in desperation, before swiftly retracting itself and getting ready for defense and possible retreat. As she realized that Quixote was adamant in trying to pound it into fine metal powder, she righted herself...
Before getting absolutely pounded. Even after three Iron Heads, Honedge lay dazed on the ground, the thudding looking almost exactly like a blacksmith trying to strike a sword into the right position. Honedge just hope she wouldn't go from a broadsword to a scimitar thanks to these actions.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 3, 2016 12:18:45 GMT
Guy held the ball tight in his hand. While the sword probably deserved every hit just for that sound attack it had done, Guy felt like Quioxte was going a bit far by the third hit. He slowly reeled his hand back. Let him have two more hits. That should do, yes. He quickly threw the ball at the sword, barely hitting it as the ball opened up and absorbed the now red ray of light that had been the Honedge into it's insides. The ball begun to bob and shake. Guy was sure that the pokemon would be caught, after all, it had been pounded into the ground just now. Literally. There was a small Honedge shaped crater on the ground. But now came the hard part. Getting Quioxte to calm down. While the ball was wiggling a foot away from the raging cavalier, he still kept up with headbutting the ground.
Guy slowly made his way over to the headbutting Quioxte, placing his hand slowly on his shoulder. Quioxte kept going. "... Quioxte." Quiet at first. Quioxte slowed down for a moment. "Quioxte." More sternly now, as if to drive the point home. Quioxte stopped. "Good... Mh. You should take it easy." Quioxte lifted his head from the dirt and shook it about, looking at Guy for a moment. He sniffed, trying to prevent some tears of pain from hitting his head so hard. Both then looked to the wiggling ball to see the results.
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Post by Serena on Apr 3, 2016 13:36:26 GMT
success! ▼ » The Poke Ball barely even shook, the red warning button at the center immediately turning white. It was likely that Honedge simply saw subservience to Guy as a better option than further injury at Quixote's discretion.
Success!
(You may now update your bio and profile with Honedge's data. This Pokemon is now in Guy's possession and may be used during any future threads that you make. Great job, you guys!)
(P.S.: Get well soon, Quixote.) |
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