golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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kim cole-essam
choice [ m ]
POSTED ON Nov 7, 2019 15:33:22 GMT
His mind was a mess of questions, unsure what to focus on first: the ring that had been created, the gyrados that had popped out of it, or the one who had create it in the first place disappearing just as suddenly as it had appeared. It was all too much to process at one moment, but when the gigantic gyarados started to thrash about, as a literal fish out of water would do, Kim had no choice but to act on the current problem that had been presented.
A hand already at his side swiped two pokeballs swiftly releasing a Dragonite and Torterra, the dual types looking upward at the pokemon before looking to Kim as he relayed commands to the two.
“Duane, use leech seed to cover it in roots, make them sturdy enough so that it won’t flounder about too much and cause even more of a fuss than it already has. Coffee, give it a good thunder punch, if it doesn’t go down with one hit, hit it again.”
The two nodded setting their play into action, the Torterra shaking its body and releasing a plethora of seeds into the ground underfoot, roots emerging from gaps in concrete and tethering the gyarados to the street. Once it was properly secured, the Dragonite delivered a mighty punch to the back of the pokemon’s head, it writhing in pain for only a second until the last of its energy was sapped away, the pokemon succumbing to defeat, simply lying in wait for whatever the two had in store for it.
Once the situation had been handled, Kim began looking to and fro, his mind set on finding who or what it was that had set these events into motion.
“Najwa, did you see where that creep went?”
@bean4 // mission
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