i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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sightseeing [solo wild]
POSTED ON Nov 2, 2018 4:02:30 GMT
there's a reason yvonne goes to the outskirts for release. a simple one, exceedingly so. trouble is dependable. if you follow its proverbial scent you will almost always find it. the call of the ill-mannered, malcontent is louder and clearer than any other you may know and full of so much boastful confidence one cannot help but answer. she cannot help but answer.
she follows the path rumors and newspapers laid out for her and, lo and behold, she finds it ready and willing. the young woman skulks her way out of the shadows. the sight of her makes yvonne want to laugh. her body droops in what she must think is an intimidating stooping and the way she saunters with every step leaves her looking like a rotating faucet.
"empty your pockets and we won't have any problems."
the thug's warning is followed by growling from the shadows she slunk from. a hulking beast of a pokemon attends her, nidoking. a classic choice. strong and big and oh so stunning to those unprepared for its presence.
yvonne's answer is clear; and quick on account of the fact she'd made it some half an hour before the threat was offered. a flash of white light and her malamar stands before her. she doesn't give the youth a chance to reconsider. there is no bargaining to be done here, yvonne wants a fight and she'll have it even if the girl deigns to run away.
thankfully she doesn't. the girl shouts some order and the great, purple beast comes lumbering forward. it is as senseless as its master and comes swinging massive fists wildly. it looks almost childish in its attempt to THRASH malamar. a disappointment. not unexpected, but a disappointment nonetheless.
"let it get one in."
the command is delivered with no great passion or conviction. there is no adrenaline to drive her to shout nor great excitement to make her voice shake. instead there is only a quiet fire. the barest edge to her voice that betrays the lingering anger she wishes to be rid of. malamar hears it and so performs dutifully.
a REFLECT momentarily colors the air a translucent pink, and when one of the nidoking's fists connects with the tentacled pokemon the color shines around the point of impact. malamar doesn't flinch, instead he simply takes grab of the pokemon with the SUCTION CUPS of one arm -- rooting it in place. what follows is merciless punishment for this affront.
the nidoking struggles ineffectually against its grasp for a moment as its opponent's eyes glow a murky purple. before it has a chance to take in the situation it's assaulted by a ray of similarly colored light that brings the great behemoth to its knees. the PSYBEAM abuses its body and mind for seconds that must feel like hours before it succumbs.
yvonne's eyes flick from her pokemon, to its defeated prey, to the trainer. she opens her mouth to say one word.
"next?"
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