The Persona

How you found OZ: Was on the old site - well, ages ago - so I got an email saying 'come see the shiny new site', and then I came and saw, and deemed it to be good.
Expectations in OZ: I really want to get back into roleplaying, but I find it hard to keep focus on 'normal' Pokemon roleplays, so I'm really hoping this will hold my interest better.
Your Roleplaying Style: I'm a writer by nature, so I tend to be verbose with description and pedantic about details, and use lots of relatively obscure words that are entirely unneeded. I use characters that are by no means mentally stable, because that interests me and is easier for me - they are mostly female, mostly in their early twenties, and mostly apparently strong, independant, and a little on the strange side, with vulnerable sides to them. I consider character to be the most important part of any story, and so, I suppose, any roleplay, so I'm perfectly willing to stall the plot for ages if that's what a character would do.
Oh, and I should point out - being English, I use British, not American, spelling.
Reason for choosing [your] character: She's based on me, so she's easy for me to roleplay; and besides, I loves her so, with her little bunny hat and her silly cowardice.
Mod Preference: I'd like a mod to be creative and thoughtful, and to make me feel as if I'm actually roleplaying, not just writing a story with someone prompting me along in various directions.
Oracle Guide Color: Fire Engine Red
Difficulty Mode: Da Best, I guess. Jump in at the deep end, wa-hey
Comments: Cannot think of anything to write here. Pretend I doodled a pretty picture.

The Character

Name: Rebecca 'Bobzilla' Sciuridae
Age: 18
Birthdate: 12th October
Sex: Female
Hometown: Cianwood City, Johto
Description/Sprite:


Bobzilla is short - one centimetre, she will tell you, under five foot tall, thank-you-very-much. Although she's technically an adult, being 18, her face is still a little round and childlike, causing people to describe her as 'cute' rather than 'pretty'. She has middle-of-back length golden brown hair, that falls in loose waves, and curls a little at the ends. Her eyes are blue grey. Her skin is quite pale, because of her general colouring.

She tends to wear dark coloured tee-shirts and well-worn jeans - her favourite shirt has a little white angry face on it, and her second favourite reads 'Rah!' in silly font. She has been known to wear skirts, very rarely, but they're always long, all the way down to her ankles; she doesn't really like her legs. She also almost always wears her hat - it is black, with long, floppy fabric rabbit ears, which are right pink underneath. She claims it is a cunning disguise.
Personality:

Silly, so silly; what do you expect, with a nickname like Bobzilla (shortened to Bob, mmore often than not, but still)? But only when she feels comfortable; around people she doesn't know she's very shy and quiet. Introverted by nature, she hates and fears change, and doesn't have a lot of faith in herself - she's a little bit of a coward, at times, and doesn't cope well with things that scare or worry her.

Bob also has a sharp temper, which can get heated up over the smallest of things; she gets violent and fierce, and shouts and screams and breaks things. Then she'll become quiet and withdrawn - she describes it as being physically unable to move or speak, like she's lost all control over herself. She hates this aspect of herself, and wishes she could be rid of it.

Intelligent, but takes things very literally, and isn't always working on the same logic as everyone else. And stubborn, to a fault - even to the point that she will end up hurting herself or missing out on something to prove a point.

Bob is also hydrophobic, a bit of a pyromanic, and scared of crowds.She is also thought to be ever-so-slightly Autistic, and is, though it shouldn't matter to anyone, bisexual.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes: Peace and quiet; books, and writing; science, learning and knowledge; fire; fluffy animals (especially squirrels); dinosaurs (and pterosaurs); dragons; the colours red, purple, silver and black; shiny things; sci-fi and fantasy; music.
Dislikes: Loud noise/crowds; obnoxious people; the colour yellow; bananas; maggots; people who think they know everything (and don't); water; getting things wrong; terrible sci-fi and fantasy; herself (sometimes).
Fears: Heights, crowds, change, dangerous situations, water.
Wishes: She really wishes that she could change herself to be more under control and less angry, and, in some ways, more normal. She also wishes that she had a time machine, and that Doctor Who was non-fiction, because you cannot be serious all the time.
History:

Though she was born in Johto, she doesn't remember much; her family moved to her current home in the Jemm Region when she was five. Both of her parents are still alive, and together, though they'd never been married. She loves both of her parents, and gets on well with them, but feels as if they, like most people, don't understand her very well. This has lead to a few conflicts over the years, though nothing ever hugely serious - yet.

Bob has always had trouble at school, with teasing by other children and misunderstandings with teachers. In fact, she never managed to finish her schooling, having to drop out due to an inability to cope with the kind of thinking that's needed to complete exams. She's had several small jobs since then, but never kept them for long. People tend to find her difficult to deal with, because she doesn't always think the same way as everyone else; she doesn't have any friends, and doesn't talk to people unless she really has to, so she never endeared herself to any of her employers.

She's lived a rather boring, mundane life of relative sadness, trying to cope with her anger and the people around her. Though she's always loved Pokemon, her parents are worried about letting her have any, since she has trouble even looking after herself - how could she look after another creature, one that was completely dependant on her?

Since she has trouble coping with the real world, Bob reads a lot; she spends most of her time searching the shelves of charity shops and second hand bookstores for interesting reads, and then reading them from cover to cover, before giving them back to the shop she got them from. She enjoys fantasy and science fiction books best of all, but also mystery books and thrillers... so something named 'The Oracle Zone' sounded very interesting to her indeed...

The Contract

Have you read the THE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO RULES: Maaaybe~ Yes, of course.
If you mysteriously vanish, could OZ use your character as NPC? How long shall we wait, if yes?: Hmm... yes, I suppose, though she's not exactly the most interesting. Could you wait at least a couple of months before using her, though?

OZ has a beta CharCom or Character Community system where all approved characters are used as NPC in everyone's journeys. In this, your character may have different roles in someone's life in a character's journey. When your character is used, you would be paid royalties (depending on how major and how active the [your] character is). The timeline/universe won't be changed, which can affect joint journey processes. If you are unwilling on some points, you could compromise with us, like have a post involving your character be approved by you first and so on. You can ask us to limit your character as minor or static if you wished. If this idea totally doesn't appeal to you, you can flat out refuse. Write your answer below.

I'm okay with this, to an extent; but if Bob's going to be playing any major roles (though I'm not sure why she would be), I'd like to be asked fiirst. But as a minor character, feel free, as long as you keep her mostly in character.

[OOC]Wait.. Before I even reply to this.. Your history doesn't explain how you came by the book let alone the Jemm Region. You say the character only lived in Johto for a short while and moved.. are we to suspect that is the starting city or somewhere else she moved to because you never outline this. Also.. despite the character having a "mundane life" an 18 year old(I believe) should have more than just three paragraphs of history.. Just because they're exactly the not most adventurous character doesn't mean you should only sum it up in three short paragraphs. You should explain her relationships with her adult figures and such so that we know that much more about the character. Sorry about this, but I'm a stickler for details. But Tan-Tan would have done the same thing..[/OOC]

[OOC]My bad. I forgot to add the bit where you have to include how you encounter the OZ Book.[/OOC]

[OOC]'s'fair enough; I added some stuff to her history. That better?[/OOC]

[OOC]I hope you don't mind to wait a bit more. DR already has a reply ready, but had to go just now. It's fine now, though if you have time, you could elaborate a bit more on the history. I'm curious what kind of misunderstanding Bob had, for instance. Showing some concrete examples of what you mean would help us understand your character more. And is there a particular reason for Bob's...anger management issue?[/OOC]

[OOC]I might add some more if I can think of examples of problems she's had - unfortunately, it's kind of difficult to explain in way that makes sense to other people, other than just roleplaying it as things come up. As for reasons behind her anger... only that she's based off of me.[/OOC]

[OOC]Mmm sorry it took long. I'm just going to do the RP. DR is the mastermind >D I invented a few things here, so sorry if it offended you xD[/OOC]

The "Oracle Zone" was a legend about the Jemm Region, according to what you had read so far.You had lived long enough in Jemm Region, though you were not born here. It curious you there was such a legend as intriguing as the name implied.

You didn't go that far. As an avid book lover a few paragraphs were nothing new to you. But it wasn't everyday something gripped you with very simple words and narration. Somehow the words captured your every thought and a part of you - as crazy as it sounds - was fully convinced of the truth in this legend. Yet at the very end, you were a bit disappointed, and strangely relived that the ending was left hanging for you, the reader, to decide.

Oh, how that thought weigh such heavy truth on your future.

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You imagine the scenery in those faithful fantasy stories. The story always depicted a paradise that could only be reached in dreams. The characters were beautiful and flawless and music was a necessary props for every dramatic scene. They were conventions used to pull off a reflection of life. No matter how unlikely or unbelievable a story had gone, it was a matter of seeing the meaning behind how the material was used and manipulated.

The dream you were having was filled with points you'd write in a story. The air was cool and fresh, like every intake of breath was a taste of an elixir of life. The grasses cushioned your body, like a cloud you could never possibly sleep on. The sky was clear and cloudless, like a blank sheet of paper.

People would look at this sky and see their lives written on it. You gazed at it, feeling like you have forgotten something. At first, only this unknown feeling of apathy and indifference came to you, like you have been absorbed deeply in a magnificent epic. As the sky wrote down your thoughts, you read between the words of an irony that had struck you like cold swords: the realization of the medium you used to escape reality more than once betrayed you by binding you to the truth you could not face.

The book. The Oracle Zone. It sent you away to a place you knew was Jemm Region. It sent all Pokemon away. They didn't die. They all vanished. It was not a euphemism. It was the truth. They were gone and you were here in a place that was not your home or your dream.

This was reality, no matter how well it hid itself behind the air, the grass, and the sky. This wasn't just a mirror of life. This was your present.

Your nose picked up a nauseous scent. Fume was slowly engulfing your vision. You fear thought for a moment there was fire, but what fire let out fumes of pitch-black smoke? You could see nothing through this smoke. It alarmed you.

"Follow your purpose. The path ahead is a path that needs you to fight!"

Strange female voice you felt you heard before but couldn't pinpoint...much more alarming.

You were going nuts?

But never mind that. You turned around to the source and found a creature you might not recognize. If you did, you'd say it was a Torkoal. If not, then it was some sort of ash-skinned creature with onyx eyes. You might say, "This isn't a Pokemon!" You're not completely wrong at that. But what you were sure of...you had to fight.

The pitch-black smoke was encasing you. You moved backward, away from the Torkoal that simply stood still, releasing the fumes from its body. The smoke followed you slowly, creeping like vines. Fear swelled inside you but it was also courage that called inside. Another voice.



[OOC]Footnotes: "Introduction Elements to of Fiction" by Cyan A. Abad[/OOC]

[OOC]Bleh, Psyduck. No.[/OOC]

The smoke seemed to want to encase you even more as you refused the voice calling inside, the wisps of the black smoke stretched along the ground like arms trying to capture your body and drag it into the unknown. But you backed away further, the pitch-black smoke only tickling the base of your ankles. But the creature seemed to grow stronger with every rejection into your soul.

Another voice suddenly called out...

[OOC]Hmmmm. Hear it out[/OOC]

Not only is Spearow quick to anger, and are quite violent, but these creatures are incredibly intelligent. Though these birds are often described as "only" street smart, they're usually willing to learn many things as long as one does not anger the bird. Spearows are also described as greedy; They simply know that there are better things out there than people or places are letting on. So they're persistent at what they want and they usually get what they want too.

[OOC]No[/OOC]

[OOC]I'm going to ignore the yellow thing. Because this guy fits too well in my head.[/OOC]

"TORK!" The beast said as it released even more pitch black smoke into the air, it began encasing around you to about knee height. Deep purple molten rock poured out of this thing, the dark gasses spit and puttered as they were slowly releasing themselves from this strange molten rock. Most likely shaking a fear, you simply stood still and waited for another voice to call out.

[OOC]She doesn't hate yellow that much. Hear it out[/OOC]

Pichu enjoy a good laugh; These Pokemon are considered one of the most playful Pokemon alive and fairly commonly kept as pets as these small creatures enjoy human companionship. Pichu don't often adapt well to change, but they have a positive attitude that'll usually convince others to take changes with an upbeat attitude just like they try to. Pichu don't often get raging angry, but usually in the slight hint of anger or danger these small Pokemon usually aim to unleash unforgiving electrical attacks. Though it's electrical sacs are small in comparison to it's evolved form, Pikachu, these little Pokemon are determined and have the intelligence to back it all up. It's also safe to say that these Pokemon try to avoid water as much as possible.

[OOC]Yeah, okay, I'll take the Pichu[/OOC]

Quickly the voice of the Pichu became louder and louder until you were sure you heard the creature as if it was standing next to you, in which you found out it was…
“PICHU! Pi, pichu!” It seemed to scream at the Torkoal despite you not telling the creature that was the foe to face. The Torkoal seemed to give a face of dissatisfaction after the Pichu’s little speech, but the creature just continued to pump out foul smelling fumes to cover the area as well as the strange magma-like substance that seemed to disintegrate the ground. The Pichu suddenly looked up at you and gave a sudden wave, “Pichu.” It stated with an impish smile on its face as if to say hello, and as suddenly as it said hello it concentrated on the battle they had to face. And you knew it just as well as the Pichu…

The Torkoal didn’t bother waiting for the Pichu’s attack and immediately used Curse, which lowered its speed but it gained attack and defense. It waited for a second to release more fumes… This was your chance to attack!

[OOC]Pick an egg move and a gender. If you want to call it a nickname, then be sure to address your Pokemon as such.[/OOC]

Bob was this close to a panic attack - she could taste it in the back of her mouth. Reading wasn't suppose to get her in trouble, it was suppose to make her feel better! Not fair.
But there really wasn't time to dwell on that, with these strange thick fumes getting close to drowning her, a strange, dangerous foe to face.

Seeing the Pichu, such a tiny Pokemon, be so brave in the face of danger made her pause to gather her wits, frayed as they were, and force herself to concentrate. She could throw up later; right now she had to surive long enough to experience a later.

"Uh..." The little Electric Pokemon was looking to her for instructions, but she couldn't really think of any... or how to address the Pokemon. She'd always been a firm believer in nicknames, after all, but what seemed to fit... "Thor." She grinned at the name; appropriate, but not really, to name a little scrappy thing after a gigantic Norse God. "Use..." She raked her mind for Pichu's attacks. "Thundershock?"

Not the most commanding of tones - it started with a waver and ended with a squeak - but at least it was sort of audible, and sort of brave. Sort of.

[OOC]He's male, name of Thor, and Charge for an egg move, I think.[/OOC]

The Pichu was quite as sure as to do as your command, much more than you when you gave it. His electricity spouted from the red sockets on his cheeks and made its way through the thick black smoke. To your shock, even such noisy, bright electricity couldn't spark enough light to expel the cloud of black.

It was as if no light could penetrate through the fumes.

"Chuuu!" Thor squealed. He was still such a young Pokemon that his voice was still tiny and immature, but here he was, fighting against a fully-grown Torkoal spouting out fumes.

You heard the last of the bolt's final cackle before dying. Thor stood still, looking quite tired, but this shouldn't be something to be concerned of yet. You and Thor had seen the electric make contact with the Torkoal.

More and more fumes were occupying the battlefield.

"Kooaal!" the 'fire' Pokemon roared. Out of the holes in its shell and through its nose, it let out a terrifying exhaust of red flames. Thor's jaw dropped at the sight of hell right in front of him.

It's too bad it wasn't just for the show. The Torkoal's flames danced in the air, occupying the sky and dominating the realm with light in the process. The red flames braided themselves to a dragon and roared in the air. The flames burst toward you and Thor and of course, the first instinct was to run away (hopefully!).

Thor was agile and managed to get away. You...well, you were lucky, too. What was left where you once stood though was a pile of grass ash and soil that would never grow a single grass again.

The fumes continued to spread. Thor called your attention and went closer to you as the attack just now had you two jumping in two different directions. It wouldn't be soon when the fumes would make your vision difficult. The least thing you would want is to get separated from Thor.

:avapichu: - :vig5: [⁴⁸/₅₅] – regaining END₁

The Thundershock hit! Bobzilla squeaked and punched the air, lost for a moment in the thrill of actually achieving something for once. She was about to shout something encouraging at Thor, when the Torkoal roared and attacked, freezing her in place for a second with fear.

Scrambling away from the flames just in time, Bob tried her best not to whimper, making certain not to lose track of Thor in the fumes. He was her only ally in this right now, after all. She felt like clinging to the little Pokemon and never letting go, but if she did that he wouldn't be able to protect them by fighting off this monster that looked like a Pokemon - she had no doubt, now, that it wasn't a real Torkoal. No Torkoal could use attacks like that.

The Pichu looked tired and a little wary, but still more confident than Bob felt, at least. She let her hands curl into fists and forced her eyes closed, taking a couple of deep breaths.
"Okay," She felt a little braver with her eyes closed; not being able to see the situation in which she found herself helped immensely. "Try using Charge first, then Thundershock." Using Charge would, in theory, power up the electric attack, and right now they needed every little boost that they could get.

[OOC]AH I know! Give it a Nature! If DR had another one in mind, tell her I have nothing to do with it.[/OOC]

Even with your eyes closed, you could see the flash of light behind your eyelids. That belonged to no one but Thor, who was surrounded by bolts of electricity. You felt some even flow to you dangerously that you stepped away. You wouldn't want to be downed by your own Pokemon.

Thankfully, the Torkoal was quite slow. You couldn't see quite well where the Torkoal was anymore. It wasn't exactly tall, so it hid well amidst the fume. Occasionally, you spotted magma bursting from the fumes. It could only belong to the Torkoal. An attack was surely coming.

Thor's sockets were cackling with stored electricity. He'd have to release this power soon, or else lose it or suffer rebound.

You gave the order to strike with Thundershock. Thor pushed his arms into the air, chins raised high, throwing a bigger Thundershock at the Torkoal. Good thing you've spotted the Torkoal because of the manga shooting out of it, or else Thor would have had stored the Charge a little longer.

Thor let the energy loose out of his system before breaking in one big sigh. Now, for the Torkoal's move...

...where's the Torkoal?

Thor looked around wildly. No magma was spouting anywhere. The only thing there was fume.

Thor stepped back. Being small was disadvantageous. He started coughing and waving the fumes with his hand. He wouldn't be able to fight with this circumstance.

:avapichu: - :vig5: [⁴⁴/₅₅] – regaining END₂

[OOC]I think giving him a brave nature would be a good counterpoint to Bob's cowardice, don't you?[/OOC]

The Charge attack had Bob on edge - just how much energy could Thor really hold? She scanned the fumes for the monster Torkoal, making sure to keep an eye on both it and Thor, and ordering the Pichu to release his Thundershock before it got too dangerous.

The bright burst of energy forced her to take a step back from the Pichu, and sheild her face from the glare; when she looked around again, she couldn't see the Torkoal at all. Maybe they'd beaten it... or had it given up and gone away again? She really hoped so, but then why would the fumes still remain...?

"Oh, Thor!" He was so small and close to the ground that he was choking; she had to do something, obviously, but the only thing she could think of was to pick him up, and then if he needed to attack again... so that wouldn't be any good. But what else could she do...? The fumes were heavy, not like smoke, so dropping closer to the ground wouldn't help at all... but maybe if they stirred up the air...
"Try using Tail Whip to clear out some of the fumes." She suggested, having no idea as to whether that would work or not; but with the Torkoal mysteriously absent for a minute, it really couldn't hurt to try... could it?

Thor did as was told while hastily taking out the fumes in front of him. He turned about and wagged his tail furiously, but its size or simply the pure thickness of the fumes did nothing to ward the fume away.

While the two of you had been busy against the darkness, the Torkoal made its move.

You heard the Pokemon groaned but couldn't spot it anywhere. Your balance fell a bit when a slight tremor shook. Your eyes caught a black shell above the fumes, arching at you in a fast pace like a bomb.

Your instinct to run jerked in again. Thor made the same effort but none of you were sure if either of you could be as lucky again.

The shell dropped to the spot where you once where with an explosion. The hot, boiling wind from the 'bomb' blasted you forward until you tripped. At the corner of your eyes, you caught a yellow mouse flying in mid-air in an ungraceful flight and eventually, landing. When you looked back at the scene, the dark fumes still did not budge.

You heard another groan not to far from you. The Torkoal was nearby.

Thor however...Thor was nowhere in sight. It was the pitch-black fumes slowly crawling toward you. Amidst that was the enemy.

:avapichu: - :vig4: [³⁷/₅₅] – regaining END₃

The 'bomb' shell left Bob's ears ringing and her hands sore where she'd caught herself from falling after she'd tripped; scrambling up onto her hands and knees, she glanced around frantically.

"Thor!" At this level, the fumes were dangerously close to suffocating, so she forced herself to unsteady feet, trembling with fear as she hear the Torkoal nearby. Calling out for her Pokemon might alert the monster to her position but right now she didn't care. "Thor, can you hear me?!"

It appeared he could not.

She considered shouting for him to use Thundershock - or Charge - or anything if he could hear her, but then remembered how little the electricity had lit up the fumes earlier, and knew it was hopeless. Maybe she should look for him, or at least move away from where she knew the Torkoal was, but... she was so scared... her body felt like it didn't really belong to her, anymore, and moving was impossible.
"Thor, please..."

You stood still, only able to pray.

You couldn't tell where the Pichu was. Little by little, you were losing faith. Instead of the yellow mouse in your head, hoping for both his rescue and safety, you could only think of the Torkoal as the groans of the Pokemon came closer to where you were.

The longer you waited, the longer you trembled in fear, and the longer the black fumes enveloped you. It began to crawl up your legs, past the size of Thor - there was no way he could find you. It was by your chest and you didn't dare breathe a single particle of the smog.

Then, finally, you heard a cry.

"PICHU!"

There was no sign of spark, but you could tell he was fighting. Where? To your right or left, you weren't quite sure. But you heard him loud and clear. He was here somewhere in the fumes, but you couldn't see except this cloud of darkness.

:avapichu: - :vig4: [⁴³/₅₅] – regained +6 END

Bob felt like crying with joy as she hear Thor call out; only the threat of the fumes curling around her stopped her from taking a deep breath of relief. She couldn't tell where the Pichu was, but at least he was still here with her.

"Thor, if you can see that Torkoal... thing, try another Charge, and then Thundershock - but don't push it too far." She called as loud as she could, standing on the tips of her toes to put a little more distance between the fumes and her mouth. She could only imagine what it was like for poor, tiny Thor, surrounded by this choking miasma. But if he could still call out, he could still fight, and maybe she would see the sparks and be able to find him. Of course, using Charge when she couldn't see him was risking... what if he didn't let the sparks loose in time?
Don't think about it, Bob, she told herself.

[OOC]If you're wondering why this took long, I swore to update Luigi before I do yours XD[/OOC]

You didn't know whether or not your words reached Thor. As soon as you let those last few words, you choked on the miasma. You desperately tried to see where Thor was despite the clogging in your throat and the dizziness in your eyes. You tried to find an inch of light through the darkness, but the cloud only came closer to you, obscuring your sight.

You pedaled backward, but stopped. Was that Thor? you thought. You weren't sure, but you heard him let out a cry somewhere amidst the fume. You were forced to step backward again against the black gas. The gas reached forward, pushing you further away...

You felt a tinge of guilt. Why were you retreating? What was there that you fear? It wasn't you against the Torkoal.

But a logical side of you protested that if you went in, you would die. Inhale those smoke any longer, and you would die. They were pitch black smoke. Nothing good would come out of that. And what if you were accidentally attacked?

Your heart drummed rapidly. Should you make a drastic choice?

[OOC]Uh, what else am I missing...do you have any questions? XD[/OOC]

[OOC]I don't have any question, nope. So unless you can think of something big you haven't told me about...?[/OOC]

No, no, no... she couldn't see anything, couldn't see Thor, and the fumes were only getting closer, thicker... her breath grew quick and panicked, only serving to make her choke faster on the thick smoke that invaded her lungs. Stumbling back was all she could do, though it threaded guilt through her heart like broken glass. Thor couldn't do this without her, could he?

But she'd only just met Thor, and he'd be fine, he was tough, and all manner of other excuses to justify the fact that she was out of her mind with fear and she didn't want to die. This was crazy - why had that stupid book done this to her, this wasn't meant to happen! She's just a normal girl, or a slightly abnormal girl, and this kind of situation needed a hero, didn't it?

And so even though it felt like the wrong thing to do, Bob couldn't stop running away, leaving Thor behind; just like she'd been running away all her life.
Sorry, Thor. I'm sorry, I can't.

[OOC]lol epic. Running away XD completely opposite of Manakete's character, haha.[/OOC]



You were a brave little tyke. Well, you might not like being called that, but it was true.

You were surrounded by black fumes. It stung your eyes like needles and choke you like a seriously horrible, bad cough. The Torkoal had just "bombs away" you, which you couldn't dodge. Instead, you burst with electric power in hopes of protecting you. You weren't sure if that worked at all. Your minds buzzed in simply fighting off this Torkoal, hoping Bob would be able to get away.

The Torkoal had vanished again, no doubt to let out that dragon fire thing. Electric wouldn't do well defensively, or even offensively against fire. The rebound would hurt you too much. Maybe a change of plan was in order...

:avapichu: - :vig3: [³⁰/₅₅] – END₂

[OOC]Bob = massive coward. She takes her inspiration from Rincewind - he has many scars, but they're all on his back[/OOC]

It was impossible for Thor to know if Bob had gotten away, but he hoped so. In any case, he couldn't worry about her now... all he could do was try and stay alive.

But just attacking the Torkoal wasn't working at all, and now he didn't have Bob to tell him what to do, Thor felt at a bit of a loss. Still, he was brave enough to face down his fears; maybe it was time to try a different tactic! Yeah, that would work. He hoped.

Trying to locate the Torkoal in the smoke, Thor decided he try a Charm attack; maybe if he put the monster off guard, he'd have more success fighting it.

Putting your cutest face, you wait for the monster to eat you. Didn't you know monsters like cute stuffed toys? SHAME ON YOU.

The Torkoal emerged from the thickening fumes with the mighty dragon flames. You realized that the Torkoal have the tendency to the surprise attacks and so didn't exactly have its head popped out to look at you. In fact, you kind of felt it couldn't see through the fumes as well...

But nonetheless, you screamed and ran away before you get scorched to death.

Plan B!

:avapichu: - :vig3: [²⁶/₅₅] – END₃

[OOC]Din's will, Thor's gonna die![/OOC]

Well that didn't work. At all. In the slightest. And as brave as Thor was, he was starting to doubt this brilliant plan of going it alone; if only he could see which way Bob had gone, maybe he could find her so she could help him beat this thing.

But he had noticed that the Torkoal couldn't see very well either, so maybe he had a chance to do... um... something. Mentally, he thought about all of the moves that he knew. Thundershock didn't seem to be worked very well, and with all this smoke it wasn't safe anyway... and Charge was only going to make that worse... Charm had nearly gotten him eaten... so, all he had left was Tail Whip?

Thor did not think this was very promising at all. Tail Whip hadn't done anything to discourage the smoke earlier... but maybe if he wasn't trying to make the smoke thinner, but to make it thicker... yeah, if he could blow smoke into Torkoal's eyes, maybe he'd have a chance to get away and look for Bob! And lower Torkoal's defense at the same time, for when they came back to kick its ass!

[OOC]Lol indead. Anyway, it's pointless to continue the battle xD But I was waiting for you to use something like Reversal. You do know you could use Egg Moves x3 I'd like to point out that Tail Whip is epic fail because Pichu's tail isn't that impressive. And while it does "lower a Pokemon's DEF" according to the game, we're also concerned on how you plan on doing that. So I just want to let you know you have to take in the Pokemon world with detail as if it were real life. I'm sure the RPG Talk would be very helpful. If the concern is your character's personality, then you could purposely cause blunder, feel free.

Anyway, I actually had the "killing post" written down. I just wanted to extend the battle to make sure you learned. Since the extended battle isn't really of any relevance, let's scrap that out. If ever you feel like restarting this segment of your chapter, just drop me a PM. I don't mind finishing it.

Now, on with the show! This is before you took control of Thor, which wasn't a long time x3[/OOC]

The grass under your shoes crunched viciously as you tore away from the battlefield. You sped toward an indefinite direction breathing short and quick breaths. Your mind buzzed with a single intention, desperate enough to ignore the constricted chest and the burning sensation on the lower thigh. You only looked forward with an enduring heart that was thrashing for its weakness, for its betrayal.

The azure sky glistened tantalizingly with the glorious setting sun at the distant. You chased after the light before its descent, catching a fleeting moment of hope. You felt a hand's fingers closing in your neck. You ran faster despite the lack of air. Your lungs held onto a big gasp of air as you stretched a hand to reach forward.

You would live, a voice lied inside your head. The voice was like a split-second drug. You tasted a false assurance that calm your nerves against an unfolding realization. The same words were interjected again and again, unfeeling toward the strangling hand and the disabled lungs. You stared pleadingly on the sun not to set and felt the little orange rays it gave off stinging your eyes.

The sun had gone, but you did not stop running. The devil inside your head went off with the sun almost merrily to leave a wretched heart. A strong jab of loneliness penetrated you, though this you knew wasn't completely true. Your lungs wheezed for air in large amounts. You gasped for air, letting loose the last of the sunlight your eyes absorbed in fat blobs of liquid. You had probably stopped, because the hand around your neck choked you so badly. Your throat felt thin and painful; a big lump full of screams containing itself.

You knew the hand came along way back from where you ran away. Its fingers could not leave a mark on your skin no matter what emotion poured through it. The greatest pains in all this as your humane instinctive resolve crumbled down to a pile of dust was the new and real voice telling you repeatedly that it had been Thor reaching around your neck, and he was the one crying all along.



[OOC]Check your inbox for instructions on what to do next. This...I had not written down yet lol. So don't panic if you haven't received anything. If you have comments/questions/suggestions/complains, go ahead and post. Now's your chance :D [/OOC]

[OOC]Did not know we could use Egg Moves; or, well, if I did, had forgotten. Let's just say Thor isn't very smart. He's only a baby after all. *waits patiently for something to arrive in her inbox*[/OOC]

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