As you walk towards the Abandoned Gym you see a small Ekans laying out on a sunlite rock warming up...
What would you like to do?
"Well," Fritz says to Poulpentrique with a grin, "another Ekans. Our mistress of fate seems to have played a cruel trick on us." Poulpentrique mewls in response (something not entirely unlike a human sigh). "Or should we take it as a sign? Why don't we catch this one."
He draws as close as he can to the Ekans without being noticed, and whispers his command to Poulpentrique. "Lock on to it. Let's make the first shot count."
Enaks is blasted from its rock, now soaking wet and angry. The snake pokemon opens its mouth and fires a barrage of poison stingers at the offending Remoraid.
A retaliatory Poison Sting from an Ekans following a Water Gun from herself: Poulpentrique has seen this before. And this time -- being better prepared and farther away -- she dodges every last one of the needles. The moment she does, Fritz unfastens a Poke Ball from his belt and throws it at the wild Ekans, directing Poulpentrique with his other hand: "Now! Fire a water gun at it!"
Fritz, being a reasonable man, hardly expects to land the Ekans with his first Poke Ball. I'll let that snake pick its own poison. I either catch it or put it in a position to be caught.
The Ekans twitches its tail briefly, deciding what to do, when it dodges the water only to be broadsided by a pokeball . . .
. . and the pokeball succeeds. Congratulations, you've caught an Ekans!
(OOC: you got lucky with the coin flip I did to see if it worked this early in a battle )
The poison barbs are mostly snagged in Mareep's wool, but a few stab into its body. Agitated, it charges up and fires a blast of electricity at the Ekans with a slighlty intimidating "maREEEEEEEEEEEEP" (Thundershock)
The shock hits Zaw square in the head and dances down the rest of his body.
"Let's wrap it again -- as long as it doesn't shock us while wrapped, we can win this as a battle of attrition." But Zaw, still dazed and sizzling from the shock, ignores the command and starts leering at the Mareep instinctually. Fritz smiles. Do you know this battle better than I do, Zaw? Then let me follow your lead.
While Zaw is holding the Mareep's attention with his leering, Fritz throws a Poke Ball at the sheep.
You and the "Cʟɪǫᴜᴇ Exᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪǫᴜᴇ" head south to Route 2 (south)...
Once your there, you see Poké Maniac Rick...
What would you like to do?
Being from Kanto, Fritz has enough Pokemon sense to recognize Prof. Oak's starter trio; moreover, he has enough Pokemon sense to know which match-ups with his own Pokemon are the most favorable. Remoraid for Charmander, Mareep for Squirtle, and we deal with Bulbasaur when it comes to that. And for him, Remoraid is a favorable draw if he gets Bulbasaur out, but at the same time, Mareep is a neutral draw for him at best -- should I just send out Farolla first and let him take the initiative? He considers another option and smiles, approaching Rick with a nod of his head.
"Good day, sir. I'm just as interested in having a Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ as I imagine you are, but don't want a stalemate before we even call our first attack. So how about this?" He pulls a die from his coat pocket. "Odd, you send out your Pokemon first, I send mine second, and you attack first. Even, I send out mine first, you send yours second, and I attack first."
[If he accepts:
Dice Roller1 D6 rolled
5
...and I defer to him.]
[If he doesn't accept:
I send out Farolla first and use ThunderShock on whatever he sends out.]
The leech seed plants itself in Farolla's wool -- or, I should say, it plants itself somewhere in that unshorn tangle of Farolla's wool. Will it actually sap her energy from there? I suppose we'll see about it in a few turns. For now:
"Stay as far out of its tackle range as possible and give it a good shock. We'll take things from there."
Forgot that Electric is 1/2 effective against Grass
Bulbasaur's growl makes Farolla sheepish, and she waits for Fritz's command in apprehension. Well! So much for following up with a tackle! -- I can't say she's suited for physical combat in that state. But how to land a good thundershock.... He takes to surveying the battlefield and smiles after a thought strikes him. We're in wetlands, aren't we? If Bulbasaur isn't water-type, I'll make him water-type.
He moves closer to Farolla and drops his voice to a level that his opponent can't hear. "Move closer to the marsh's edge and wait. This time, keep within its tackle range; if it charges at you, act as scared as you want (or are!) and back a bit further into the marsh. Let's make this thing sopping wet."
OOC: ha . . . haha . . . sheepish . . . I see what you did there
"Hey! None of that, Bulbasaur tackle it away!" Bulbasaur charged in toward the Mareep, energized from the leeching seed that was working away in the Mareep's wool.
As Bulbasaur's tackle lands square in Farolla's chest, Fritz -- in the space of a second -- considers the tactical situation he's put the two of them in. She's intimidated, battered, and having her energy sapped away with every passing moment. Can I turn all of that into a single tactical advantage? And, a second later, the tactical situation changes in response. Carried by the inertia of the tackle, Bulbasaur and Farolla tumble into the half-meter marsh behind them, stunning them for a moment and soaking them for as long as Fritz needs to turn the battle in his favor.
The electric attack arced across the surface of the water, and cut through the natural resistance of grass types. Bulbasaur looked hurt, but was unable to move any longer (paralyzed).
Rick lets out a sigh as he returns Bulbasaur. "Well, next up. Let's go Charmander! Light it up with Ember!" Charmander began to spray little firey embers around the area where the Mareep stood.
Fritz allows himself a smile before recalling Farolla, just as the flames start licking her. "You're done for now, darling, and I couldn't have asked much more of you. And now," he continues as he unfastens a second Poke Ball from his belt, "we can play into our type advantage. Have at it, Poulpentrique." The Remoraid chirps in acknowledgment (she seems more happy-go-lucky than I am right now!) and sets her eyes on Charmander. "Okay: lock on to its tail. Be prepared for a scratch, and don't lose your fix on that tail."
As Poulpentrique does so, Fritz turns to Rick, and asks, "Would you happen to have a compass, perchance? I find myself inclined to ask whether or not you do."
Battle No. 3
"Well," Fritz says to Poulpentrique with a grin, "another Ekans. Our mistress of fate seems to have played a cruel trick on us." Poulpentrique mewls in response (something not entirely unlike a human sigh). "Or should we take it as a sign? Why don't we catch this one."
He draws as close as he can to the Ekans without being noticed, and whispers his command to Poulpentrique. "Lock on to it. Let's make the first shot count."
Fritz, being a reasonable man, hardly expects to land the Ekans with his first Poke Ball. I'll let that snake pick its own poison. I either catch it or put it in a position to be caught.
. . and the pokeball succeeds. Congratulations, you've caught an Ekans!
(OOC: you got lucky with the coin flip I did to see if it worked this early in a battle )
Battle No. 4
"Well! Certainly not a baaad find, if I do say so!" (Zaw couldn't have cared less, but Poulpentrique cringed at her partner's pun-making ability.)
"I'd hate to see you get shocked by that thing, Poulpentrique, so this one's on you, Zaw. Wrap its midsection."
The Mareep started to growl as Ekans wrapped its body and began to squeeze.
"Now! Fire a poison sting at its head!"
"Let's wrap it again -- as long as it doesn't shock us while wrapped, we can win this as a battle of attrition." But Zaw, still dazed and sizzling from the shock, ignores the command and starts leering at the Mareep instinctually. Fritz smiles. Do you know this battle better than I do, Zaw? Then let me follow your lead.
While Zaw is holding the Mareep's attention with his leering, Fritz throws a Poke Ball at the sheep.
back and forth . . .
and winks out with a soft chime as the ball stops moving. Congratulations, you caught a Mareep! Zaw gains +1 exp.
Battle No. 5
Being from Kanto, Fritz has enough Pokemon sense to recognize Prof. Oak's starter trio; moreover, he has enough Pokemon sense to know which match-ups with his own Pokemon are the most favorable. Remoraid for Charmander, Mareep for Squirtle, and we deal with Bulbasaur when it comes to that. And for him, Remoraid is a favorable draw if he gets Bulbasaur out, but at the same time, Mareep is a neutral draw for him at best -- should I just send out Farolla first and let him take the initiative? He considers another option and smiles, approaching Rick with a nod of his head.
"Good day, sir. I'm just as interested in having a Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ as I imagine you are, but don't want a stalemate before we even call our first attack. So how about this?" He pulls a die from his coat pocket. "Odd, you send out your Pokemon first, I send mine second, and you attack first. Even, I send out mine first, you send yours second, and I attack first."
[If he accepts:
...and I defer to him.]
[If he doesn't accept:
I send out Farolla first and use ThunderShock on whatever he sends out.]
"Farolla -- I'll give you charge of this one."
"Bulbasaur, hit it with a leech seed!" A seed sprouted from the bulb on Bulbasaur's back, and arced toward Farolla.
"Stay as far out of its tackle range as possible and give it a good shock. We'll take things from there."
Bulbasaur's growl makes Farolla sheepish, and she waits for Fritz's command in apprehension. Well! So much for following up with a tackle! -- I can't say she's suited for physical combat in that state. But how to land a good thundershock.... He takes to surveying the battlefield and smiles after a thought strikes him. We're in wetlands, aren't we? If Bulbasaur isn't water-type, I'll make him water-type.
He moves closer to Farolla and drops his voice to a level that his opponent can't hear. "Move closer to the marsh's edge and wait. This time, keep within its tackle range; if it charges at you, act as scared as you want (or are!) and back a bit further into the marsh. Let's make this thing sopping wet."
"Hey! None of that, Bulbasaur tackle it away!" Bulbasaur charged in toward the Mareep, energized from the leeching seed that was working away in the Mareep's wool.
"Now! ThunderShock!"
Rick lets out a sigh as he returns Bulbasaur. "Well, next up. Let's go Charmander! Light it up with Ember!" Charmander began to spray little firey embers around the area where the Mareep stood.
As Poulpentrique does so, Fritz turns to Rick, and asks, "Would you happen to have a compass, perchance? I find myself inclined to ask whether or not you do."