mav
he | him | his
27 (now 31)
october 21st
lavender town, kanto
heterosexual
freelancer
ex-gym leader
a heart like a lion, burning like fire
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maverick noah ryder
outcast's garden
POSTED ON Oct 17, 2024 12:07:53 GMT
It’s been a rough year for Maverick. No, not in a way one might think. He has lost his drive, his purpose in life. After learning that the champion title (not the position) was base upon an interview before the final battle, the burnt scarred man feared he would fail. With this unclear history, there was no way he was going to pass. That and, he wasn’t a people person. So yeah. It wasn’t going to happen.
Warm crimson colored orbs lifted to spot his apple pokemon franticly trying to get another wild pokemon out of the garden before it destroy it. He let out a heavy sigh, the sounds of a snarl in his ear. “Don’t ruin my berries,” the man warned to massive six foot houndoom, “Get it out of there.” Without hesitation, Azula leaped into action. Muzzle parted, running towards the wild hatterene who was probably only here for food and nothing more Winter was coming, probably stocking up. Mav wasn’t going to allow it to do it here.
The houndoom leaped into the air when she was just a few feet away, swinging her frame around to IRON TAIL and knock the wild creature away from the garden. The wild pokemon groaned in pain, effectively getting pushed back away from the oh so delicious looking fruit. However, Azula wasn’t about to let up. Taking in a deep breath, a thick vile substance built in her mouth. And when ready, her muzzle parted to sent several toxic bombs at the wild pokemon. It getting slammed with SLUDGE BOMBs and soon, unable to keep standing from the barrage of super effective moves. It fell, out cold.
Sighing loudly, Maverick plucked a sphere and tossed the ball to capture it once he was close enough. The ball hit, sucking it in and locking in place. While the ball shook, he praised both his pokemon and checked his berries. Good. Everything seemed okay. His gaze moved back to the ball, curious of the ball held up or not.
capture attempt
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