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Post by sularis on Oct 30, 2011 16:42:23 GMT -6
Roha was squinting up at the sky, watching Wendy's Pidgeot. His Wilford was following behind. He had to succeed, for Wilford's sake. There were quite a few clouds in the sky, which made the bird Pokemon hard to see. He had both hope and fear in his heart.
[OOC:Sorry for the fail. ><]
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Post by Catilena1890 on Feb 22, 2012 0:15:07 GMT -6
Rather than seeking out the Fearow, Pidgeot led Roha straight to the center itself, where Screecher was asleep in front anyway. Pidgeot landed by Roha's side, nodding to him before grabbing it's pokeball, flying off as the Fearow woke up. With a sleepy caw, the bird pokemon led the lad inside, where the walls were barred off by rubber-coated chain-link fencing, keeping the many bird pokemon inside. In one of the pens, a Moltres sat on a nest, greeting the newcomer warmly while the ugliest baby pokemon peeked out from underneath, hopping out of the nest and running over to the fencing to peek at Roha, peeping at him.
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Post by sularis on Feb 22, 2012 0:20:20 GMT -6
Roha saw the little ugly baby and smiled. He wiggled a finger playfully in front of the baby bird and chuckled. "Maybe you'll be the ugly Ducklett that evolves into a magnificent Swanna some day. Dream big little one." He looked around at all the bird type Pokemon and was impressed.
Wilford gazed emptily at the other birds, his smaller than normal brain unable to process where exactly he was. The only constant was Roha, so he hopped clumsily over to his trainer and cawed. "Honch."
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Post by Catilena1890 on Feb 22, 2012 0:35:17 GMT -6
A low chuckle came from behind the curious Roha and a man cleared his throat, a dragonite and dodrio behind him with a fold up table and a large sack, respectively. "He`ll be more than jus' a mere Swanna son. That there's a baby Ho-oh, hatched 'bout a week ago. They say the uglier they are as chicks, the prettier they'll be when they're growed up. Now then, the name's Trevor, friend to the sky-dwellers, and I assume yer lookin to take my test today right? Dragonite, Dodrio, git'er done please." Said the man with his southern accent. the two pokemon behind him nodded at the man and began to get to work as Trevor stalked over to the gate where the baby Ho-oh watched in admiration. Taking out a key, Trevor stuck it in a padlock while his fearow stuck it's beak in another oddly shaped lock. Two resounding thumps and the gate was mobile, and Trevor looked as the baby Ho-oh hopped out of it's enclosure, making it's way to Roha and stretching it's pitifully naked wings up, chirping at him. "Well I`ll be a mankey's uncle, that there chick has taken a shine to you. Here," He said, bending down and picking up the adolescent legendary, putting it in Roha's arms. "By the Creed, I can't give him ter ya, but I ain't got a problem with you holdin onto him while yer here. Now then, fer yer test, it's simple. Yer gonna get 6 eggs here. 1 of these ain't my type and the other is a fake. Figure out which is which and you pass." He said as he moved to stand behind the now-setup table, 6 eggs standing proudly on dishes. "Any respectable breeder can figure out any egg anytime of any type. Take as long as yeh want." He finished, waiting patiently to see how Roha did.       |
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Post by sularis on Feb 22, 2012 9:16:49 GMT -6
Roha was flabbergasted. He was holding a baby Ho-oh in his arms! He tried not to let it show, but he was very nervous about it. He was carrying a young legendary Pokemon! He shook his head and looked at the eggs. So he had to pick out the fake egg and one not of Trevor's type? Sounded simple enough.. About 15 minutes later Roha was still pondering. He had to be very careful..This certification was very important, and he didn't want to blow it. He pointed to the purple egg and smiled a little bit. "I don't that egg is real...and.." He then gestured to the black and blue egg with the face on it. "And I think this one is not your type." Guesses: -Not a Flying Type -Fake |
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Post by Catilena1890 on Feb 22, 2012 16:08:36 GMT -6
Trevor smiled warmly at Roha and nodded approvingly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pokeball.
"Well done, buddy. This're is an Open Skies Cherish Ball, ya passed." He said simply, holding out the reddish brown pokeball.
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Post by sularis on Feb 22, 2012 16:32:32 GMT -6
Roha smiled and set the little naked Ho-oh on a nearby perch. He gave a fond pat on the baby birds head and chuckled. "It was an honor being in your company for the day, little one..Hope I get to see you around someday..In all of your radiant glory.." He really hoped he did see that day as well..It would be a sight to behold.
The young man turned to his big black lump of a Honchkrow and smiled. "No more having to sit out in the rain my friend..This Pokeball is now your sanctuary." He clicked the button against the birds beak and it withdrew the bird inside, pinging a successful capture. He clicked the ball on to his belt, and waved a forlorn farewell to all the flying types. "I hope you'll allow me to visit again someday..I'd like to see the little guy grown up."
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