this wasn't a bad idea (ama/open)

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If there was one thing Finnegan loved, it was exploring. It seemed to be the most viable option of fun in his youth and he had a knack for letting his feet lead him places. It wasn't to say he got lost often because he had a good sense of direction. The young adult prided himself on the fact he always seemed to know where he was going. Even if he sometimes didn't, eventually he did and made it seem like he always did know where he was going. Fake it till you make it! That was his motto anyways.

Hiking along the trail bored Finnegan after a while. The academy was remote, but the path was worn down by the footsteps, and probably paw steps of many other trainers and their pokemon. There had to be more interesting things to see in this place. Plus, no one ever encountered any wildlife following a trail. Figuring he could ignore the warning signs about the forest being dark and confusing, Finnegan easily wandered off the path without another thought. His Houndour, Liam, trotted along next to him at a comfortable pace, ears prickled. While he enjoyed the company of Bree as well, there wasn't a chance in the world he was going to let her gets twigs and dirt in her wool. Because guess who would have to clean that! No, Liam's slick, dark pelt was more suited for the forest, surprisingly so, considering he was a fire type. He only had to make sure he didn't accidently start a wildfire. That wouldn't go over too well.

Taking a deep breath, he avoided a lower hanging branch by ducking around it, only to stop in his tracks in his half crouch. A roar was audible, one that seemed familiar to him. Not that he really recalled ever hearing it this close, which was what he was freaking out about the most. He turned his gaze to Liam, hoping he had just imagined it, but the raised hackles and alert ears told him otherwise. Crouching down to Liam's level, he gave the hardy pokemon a scratch between the ears, knowing he would probably ignore it. As much as his senses were telling him to turn around, Finnegan proceeded to carefully and more quietly move in the direction of the noise. If the creature was that close, he figured it would have noticed them already, right? That was sound reasoning and judgment.

[MA STAFF]

Jasmine had been out in the forest for some time now, visited frequently by her faithful trainer, Amadeus. She was a one track mind creature and complex thought didn't seem to be something she was generally capable of. Jasmine knew Amadeus as the being who brought tasty things and though she did not know that it was due to his ability, Jasmine for some reason was put off to eating him. She would heed his command, but only begrudgingly and as to why she complied when instructed, she was unsure. It wasn't however a matter that the rather feral pokemon often pondered over, as she rarely pondered over much but hunting.

That day had been a relatively slow one in regards to munchies. She had spent much of her time soaring just above the tree line, large nostrils flaring as she periodically sniffed for the scent of prey. Little had caught her attention aside from small pokemon, the occasional oddish or parasect. But these were relatively low on her list of concerns and she was rarely seen wasting her time with anything smaller than a mouthful. It was likely even that if she was pressed to go after one they could escape before she'd make it under the canopy of leaves and successfully evade her black pupiless eyes. But today, a rather intriguing scent had caught in her nose and it was to the west that her aerodynamic wings carried her. A break in the canopy allowed the near eighteen foot tall pokemon to drop to the forest floor and it was from there that she began her search.

She skirted around trees, easily clearing fallen forest debris and bushes with her long legs, dark eyes sweeping around for the source of the smell. A brief roar of frustration escaped her as her path was diverted due to especially close trees. She was certainly built for open mountainous regions, but the forest made due, even if it was a source of irritation for the large creature. Only when the scent was becoming stronger did she stop, settling down onto her belly so as to draw less attention and to wait. Jasmine waited in this fashion for a good fifteen to twenty minutes when movement a ways off in the forest drew her attention.

Two shapes, one humanoid like her own trainer, and one on four legs. Both were tasty looking targets in the rather predatory pokemons eyes. Excitement caused the garchomps tail to twitch, knocking into the trunk of a nearby tree. The leaves in its canopy shook and the thud was loud enough to alert the two she had been prepared to ambush. Knowing that her presence was likely now known, Jasmine rose to her full height. Her beady black eyes rolled in the direction of the two and her nostrils flared as she accessed their bravery.

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Word Count: 483
Notes: Jasmine (Garchomp)

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Finnegan was unaware of the massive creature watching the pair at the moment. He took a few steps and paused, staring around the undergrowth, trying to see if there was anything there. So the forest was actually dark but it didn't stop him. At least, from walking. His vision on the other hand seemed to be lacking in scanning for feral creatures in the undergrowth. Liam's soft growls and low whines suggested that he couldn't see either, but something was up. Finnegan took another step forward before turning to stare at his pokemon, figuring he should probably listen to his anxious noises and leave. Of course, fate had it so that right then the creature revealed itself. Finnegan almost jumped out of his skin and looked over at the assaulted tree, frowning at the leaves that shook and fell to the ground.

So it was a garchomp. No big deal. The pokemon was huge, larger than any he had ever seen before in person. He was glad the it was still not on top of them, because if it had been, he was sure he would have had a heart attack. How had he not noticed something that huge in the bushes? He felt just a little stupid now, crouching when the beady eyed monster was staring both of them down. He straightened up, frozen in place. What should he do? Liam was acting braver than him already, snarling viciously as if it would scare off the much, much larger pokemon. "Stay away!" What, it had probably ten feet easily on Liam.

It wasn't so much that Finnegan was scared for himself, he was worried about his houndour. He wasn't just about to fight this feral pokemon when it could easily munch his four legged partner in two, maybe three bites. He fought the urge to stare the garchomp in the eye, he was sure it would petrify him into just standing there motionlessly. His light eyes scanned the surroundings around them, looking for anywhere they could run to. Definitely not back to the trail which was open. He could probably run parallel to it and get away eventually. Lightly fingering over his pokeball, he deliberated on putting Liam away. He wouldn't know what to say if he became lunch for this pokemon, who seemed pretty predatory to him. "If he gets close enough, give it to 'em Liam." Finnegan told him, listening to the snarl of approval from him.

Without another word between them, Finnegan bolted from his spot, Liam hot on his heels. While he had been purposely avoiding the undergrowth and low hanging branches before, he careened into them without another thought. The garchomp probably was livid and in chase mode right now and he couldn't really afford to skirt around these anymore. Even so, Lucy was probably going to kill him that he had just torn a thin line in his shirt that had gotten caught on a branch. Liam stayed close to his trainer even though he could easily outrun the clumsier two legged creature. His ears stay prickled, intently listening in for the sounds of the enemy. Letting his owner lead, the pair was running slightly downhill, but not in as thick of a canopy as Liam would have wanted.

[MA STAFF]

Just as they stared Jasmine down, Jasmine stared them down for a time. The fire hounds snarls were audible and though she didn't speak back, his message came through loud and clear. "Stay away!" Her tail lashed behind her and she continued to stare them down. The taller pink creature spoke to his pokemon, words that the garchomp couldn't catch at the level they were voiced. But just as soon as he had finished, the two turned and zipped off in the other direction. A screech erupted from Jasmine, causing the leaves of the trees nearest her to quiver slightly and the nearby wild pokemon to fall silent. If she hadn't been in full hunt mode before, she certainly was now. Lunging after them her tail lashed behind her, slamming into tree trunks and plowing bushes over as she gave chase.

Much to her irritation it seemed as if the pair had discovered a rather effective evasion tactic and had plunged into the thick brush that creatures of Jasmines size would have trouble navigating. While a single bush was no problem, becoming tangled in thick brush did prove to be an issue for the large pokemon from time to time. It seemed as if this time was no different. The brush and briars that Finn had been snagged on also served the slow the Garchomp down and roars of frustration escaped her. She glanced up at the canopy above her, black beady eyes accessing the situation for a moment before she began to scale the nearest tree. In only a matter of seconds her large form had shimmied up it with the aid of her long sharp talons and broke through the canopy out into the open air above.

It was eerily silent then. No roars from Jasmine, no tail lashing or rumbling footsteps. Jasmine had vanished above the canopy.

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Word Count: 315
Notes: Jasmine (Garchomp)

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Nope, there wasn't any way ever Finnegan was coming into this part of the forest anytime soon ever again. That was wishful thinking too, considering that he didn't get eaten by the feral giant. He hoped he wouldn't, he had exactly planned for his death to be that painful. Trying not to imagine the sharp teeth on the pokemon, he carried on, not minding the light scrapes he had all over his unprotected arms now. He was sure he looked more disoriented than his houndour at the moment, who had a few twigs stuck in his short pelt. Liam didn't seem to mind bowling through the bushes one bit as they continued on, the roar of the garchomp still echoing in both their ears.

After their wild running they veered off to the side, panting raggedly and searching around. There weren't the sounds of the forest seemingly falling apart from the creatures steps or tail swinging. It was quiet, really quiet, and that bothered Finnegan maybe more than being chased. Could garchomps fly? He thought so, but at the moment he wasn't quite sure if it was actual flying they could accomplish or just gliding. Hoping that it was the latter, Finnegan scooted along the trunks of trees, searching for somewhere to hide his body. He wasn't sure he could outrun the predator forever, afterall, he wasn't exactly marathon material. There wasn't any way he had a longer stride than that pokemon.

After only a few seconds which seemed to drag on forever, Finnegan managed to find a slight lift in the roots of a tree, positioned near an overgrown bush. He stumbled towards it, falling onto his knees and digging dirt out with his hands so it would be large enough to at least hide him mostly from view. Taking a look at the spot he had dug up and Liam, he wiped what dirt he could off of his hands and onto his jeans, grabbing his pokeball and expanding it. Liam was visibly agitated by the sight of the contraption and flattened his ears against his head in defiance, but didn't utter a single sound as Finnegan withdrew him. After reattaching the pokeball to his belt, he wedged himself into the small space, heart hammering against his chest. On his stomach he didn't have much of a view through the thicket of leaves.

[MA STAFF]

She was gliding above the tree tops following their scent when the fire types trail vanished quite suddenly, but the trainers remained. Jasmines black beady eyes swept across the canopy and as Finn took shelter under the roots of a tall tree. Angling her wings the massive garchomp swept around in a circle and began to lose altitude. Her back claws drug through the tree tops like a sharpedos dorsal fin would cut through the waters it hunted in. Determining the exact point that Finnegan had stopped in the undergrowth. That was when Jasmine tucked her wings in and dropped through the trees.

Branches snapped and leaves rained down around the tree Finn had taken shelter under. Using the long claws at the end of her wings Jasmine slid down the trunk, long gouges in the wood marking her path. The ground trembled slightly as she dropped onto the forest floor, nails digging into the dirt. Jasmines nostrils flared as she sniffed the air, seeking Finns hiding place. He was certainly no where in sight and she hadn't yet spotted any movement.

The near feral creature growled lowly, the sound reverberating in her large scaled chest. He was here somewhere...she knew it.

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Word Count: 208
Notes: Jasmine (Garchomp)

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Death was definitely assured at this point. Finnegan hadn't thought his death would come so soon, or at the hands, or rather powerful jaws of a wild pokemon that was almost three times his height. No, he definitely hadn't been planning on that and his fear grew the longer he lay there on the forest floor. Of course, he'd rather think positively then wait for his assured demise. He couldn't exactly go yelling and shouting for help while he was being hunted down. Could he stand his ground? The garchomp had a type advantage over his Flaaffy and Liam was centered around close ranged attacks. Could he just make a run for it? She would have to cease chasing him eventually.

He flinched, interrupted in his thoughts by the sound of snapping branches. They hit the ground around him and he shrunk back, trying to see anything he could. Obviously Jasmine had figured out where he was and was probably going to be upon him soon. For sure now, he was done for. How could he think having a nice stroll out in the woods with his pokemon would turn out so bad? Next time he would definitely make sure to think twice if there were creatures like this running around the whole time. The ground rumbled as the garchomp landed, or so he presumed. Finnegan couldn't see it from where he was and he clenched his fist, ceasing to breath for a few heartbeats. Could he really sneak away? If he had luck on his side, maybe the pokemon would be facing the wrong way. Maybe, just maybe he could make a run for it. He felt trapped in his hiding spot, which he clearly hadn't thought through. He began inching his way out slowly, taking his time to make slow deliberate motions so he wouldn't alert the garchomp. Finally out, he slowly brought himself up to a crouching position, creeping around the other side of the trunk.

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Word Count: 329
Tags: N/A
Notes: N/A

[Christof Drescher]

Garchomp were not pokèmon to be taken lightly, not the Christof Drescher was ever in the habit of taking any pokèmon lightly, still Jasmine was a serious enough force that the instructor was employing a tactic he only used when he knew he was heading into potentially serious danger. He had come only with his six active pokèmon, and all but the one with the type advantage for his perspective study was safely nestled in their pokèballs. Pokèballs, marvelous things really, even if Jasmine managed to eat him, they would pass through her system safely enough.  So it was just the instructor, and Nephthyus, one of his Vaporeons. The water type's mastery of ice moves would come in handy, if Jasmine decided Christof might make a tasty snack.  It was rarely a problem for him, but it did arise every so often, and in truth he had learned over the years there was a greater danger in feral, or extremely aggressive captured pokèmon then in their wild counterparts. 

It was a bit, odd for him not to be 'alone' as far as human company went, his attention occasionally shifting to the man who was accompanying him.  He wasn't entirely sure why he had asked Blaine if he wanted to tag along, but he had, and to his surprise the other man didn't seem the least bit phased about going to see a Garchomp... one that belonged to someone else, and therefore didn't necessarily have any additional reasons not to think they looked tasty. From what he understood Mr. Faux took a fairly liberal approach to her training, something he didn't entirely agree with, but Mr. Faux... well sufficient to say one might think there was a bit of German or Irish blood in that man, and Christof had gotten the impression, though the man had never threatened him per say, that Mr. Faux might not have a problem with settling a matter between them physically.  He wasn't really intimidated, but it was wiser not to get into physical altercations one wasn't likely to win, and besides he figured two teachers trying to beat on each other would was far more likely to cause problems then a Garchomp who liked to fly around where most students would never dare go in the first place. 

Hmm, Blaine seemed to be handling himself well enough as did Ceres, the other mans Carnivine. The angered roar of a Garchomp overhead announced the fact that, yes they were heading in the right direction. Without thinking, he pressed back against the nearest trunk, Nephtyus ducking down amongst the undergrowth as well. It was best to know precisely what was going on before being spotted by a pokèmon making that sort of noise, and it was instinct by now for the two to behave accordingly.  Ah, the echo's of her had been a little deceptive, there she was, in pursuit of something, and their placement on a high rise of land was not compromising their position in the slightest. Wait... that wasn't right. 

"That pokèmon... does that look like a Houndour to you from here?", he asked of Blaine, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. If that was a Houndour that would not be as it should, he hadn't yet found evidence of any wild Houndour running this part of the forest.  Blaine, however, made the matter clear, not only did he agree that it did look a Houndour, but the other happened to be the one to spot a human form as the pair passed through the sparse coverage where they could see.  If it was a human, it had to be a student. While Christof would have told any student within earshot of him that if they wandered into the hunting grounds of a dangerous pokèmon and didn't take precautions they deserved to be eaten, he wasn't about to let any such thing happen if he could prevent it.  Hopefully the student could remain out of reach long enough for them to get there. Garchomp were not the sort to give up the chase without a very good reason. 

The going was tough, and there could be no running, not in the wilderness setting. It was far too likely one of them would get caught on a root and sprain if not break something, and then there would really be no hope of getting to the boy.  Nephthyus lead, as his sure footing and quicker reaction to terrain helped Christof judge where he himself should step, and along with Blaine, whom he would later be pleased to note, didn't struggle to keep up. If anything he was a bit worried he'd have to tell him to slow down and be more careful.  

By the time they got close enough, the only sign of hope was also the one that time was running out for whoever was trapped. The Garchomp trying to pusher her way down into the foliage meant she didn't yet have him, but it also meant she anticipated getting to him soon. Thankfully pokèmon were far more adept at navigating the wild than humans, one could get turned around trying to follow the sounds of the Garchomp.  Once they had a potential shot, they would have to take it. 

"Nephthyus, give her a warning, Eisstrahl (Ice beam)", he commanded of his Vaporeon, and Nephthyus was quick to obey. Squaring off his chest, and spacing his feet to solidify his stance, the Vaporeon raised his head to aim the ice attack, shooting a force of cold from his open mouth just beneath those reaching jaws, close enough that the other pokèmon could register the coldness of that attack, and what it meant for her. Christof just hoped they wouldn't actually have to draw this into a battle. 

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Word Count: 985 (^^;; sorry about that)
Tags: Finn, Jasmine, Blaine, Ceres(Carnivine),Please no eat us 
Notes: Christof, Nephthyus

[Blaine Carlisle]

He moved easily through the rather untraveled terrain, Blaine far more used to this sort of wooded area than the man-made paths that had been designed to encourage students to safely follow them. Which did beg the question as to what on earth a student was doing wandering around in such a place. "Damned fool is going to get himself killed..." He said quietly, his voice low as he expertly maneuvered over raised tree roots...steps kept muffled as he didn't want to give their position away. 


He did have to grin a bit though as he watched Jasmine in action, the large garchomps shoving her way through the brush to get to her prey. Now, was he about to let Finnigan get eaten. No way. But he could appreciate a pokemon such as Jasmine in an environment she seemed all too natural in. "She's a wild one, huh?" He said softly to Christof, tones clearly admiring before he fell silent so the other man could properly command Nephthys. As the vaporeon went into action, Blaine turned to Ceres - the carnivine poised and ready for action - and he motioned to the boy -  pressed into as small an area as he could. 


Tactically, it wasn't a bad way to go - though he knew that the garchomps would be able to use her powerful jaws to get her prey out of it's hiding spot easily enough. Unless...he slanted a glance down at his Carnivine, Ceres glancing back up at him too. " Vine whip, Ceres." He said softly, motioning to the boy and his pokemon...and after a moment, she seemed to nod - the vines needed for such a thing springing out as she moved in closer to the student. 


"Keep still, all right?" Blaine said quietly, keeping his attention on himself even as as his carnivine took those vines and began to whip them not at the boy but rather around him. And as each was used up, more would sprout, weaving in amongst each other, and spearing deep into the earth around the two - forming a barricade to help keep them safer while Christof and his pokemon tried to deal with Jasmine. 

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Word Count: 380
Tags: Christof, Jasmine,Finnigan
Notes: Blaine, Ceres(Carnivine)

[MA STAFF]

The low rumble of a growl reverberated though Jasmines chest as she sniffed through the undergrowth, searching for her prey which she was almost positive was nearby. Her large black eyes darted this way and that as they sought any sign of movement. It was Finns suddenly stronger scent that drew her attention and the massive Garchomp spun to face the tree which he had momentarily taken shelter under. Only two steps brought her to the base of the tree, Jasmine herself unaware that the student had slipped from the root nook and behind the large trunk in an escape attempt. Opening her jaws wide another blood curdling roar escaped her, saliva splattering the wood that stood between her and Finn. She was prepared to charge the tree in order to knock it over and unearth her prey when the attack of another pokemon threw her off.

A shot of cold hit the base of the tree just feet from her jaws, frost and ice crackling across the wood and splintering off bark. Flinching away, visibly startled by the surprise attack, Jasmine spun to face her attackers. She recognized the blonde boy, but not as a comrade, as prey she had not in the past been allowed to consume. Though Amadeus had been there to keep her in check during their last brief encounter, there was no commanding presence capable of ordering her here now. From the corner of her eye she could see another pokemon approaching, a carnivine to be precise. Had Neypthus not sent off a warning blast of Ice Beam at Jasmine it would be likely that her attention would shift to the grass type pokemon, but the garchomps attacker had taken priority and it seemed as if for now Finn had been forgotten in leu of more feisty prey.

What appeared to be heavy blue smoke began to billow fourth from between her fangs and as she parted her mouth it became apparent she was readying an attack. A blue orb, glowing and emitting the smoke quickly began to gain intensity with its brightness as she took a second to aim the attack. Her head rocked back visibly as she fired off Dragonbreath at the vaporeon.

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Word Count:375
Notes: Jasmine (Garchomp)

[Christof Drescher]

This was why he preferred wild over feral. Jasmine, rather than heeding the warning shot, decided it was an invitation, likely to try to consume Nephthyus, or at the very least to best him in battle. Given what he knew of this particular Garchomp, his first instinct was to bet on the former. There was only a second to react, dodging the attack seemed unlikely, Dragonbreath being a move that was particularly accurate. 

"Parieren mit Eisstrahl." It was the best bet, deflecting the the incoming dragon attack with another. Ice was the most effective option, and of the three ice attacks Nephthyus knew, ice beam was still the better choice, it had more base power than the incoming attack (not taking into account the boost dragonbreath would receive given Jasmine's type), but unlike Blizzard it had the accuracy that was needed to ensure the measure didn't miss entirely. 

Nephthyus bristled as the large dragon type didn't back down to his initial shot, his body remaining tense and ready for that brief moment between commands. As soon as he heard 'parry' he knew his trainer's intentions, and set his aims on the other pokèmon's mouth, and the path it's much to soon to be released attack would take, the Vaporeon drew in a deep breath simultaneously, before releasing the second ice attack.  

Evading truly had been unlikely, and the retreat would encourage her to continue to remain in her predatory mindset. As the ice beam attack took the course to collide with dragonbreath it seemed most likely that one of three outcomes would result.  Least likely would be that Nephthyus' attack would over power Jasmine's, maybe if he'd been a Glaceon that would have been assured, but he wasn't.  More likely the moves would effectively block one another, but at the very least, Nephthyus' attack would interfere with that attack enough that it would reduce it's power to a quarter or lower of it's potential.  Just in case though, as this took place, Christof had ready the vaporeon's pokèball.  He would rather the Garchomp eat him and his pokèmon safely pass through her system, then have Nephthyus pay the price for his choice in jumping in to help save a student. 

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Word Count: 381
Tags: Blaine, Ceres(Carnivine), Jasmine(Garchomp), Finn
Notes: Christof, Nephthyus(Vaporeon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

Blaine could only stand back for a moment and watch as things went from bad to worse - the garchomp apparently deciding that the single shot of warning was an invitation. There was only that one single moment to think, and in that brief space of time he allowed that tactics would have to be changed as battle was imminent, and possibly with dire consequences as well. 

He turned to Ceres, the Carnivine choosing that exact moment to peer up into her trainer's face, a look of waiting in the pokemon's eyes. "Change of plans. Bind...gently." He said quietly, his eyes moving from the carnivine over to the more aggressive garchomp. "Quick." 

Ceres reacted in an instant, shifting the wrapping of those vines so they wrapped about the boy himself...and rolled the child up quickly in their snare. She was careful, leaving room for Finn to breathe but not for him to wriggle much as she was sure the object was to get him out of harm's reach and to do so quickly. Once that was accomplished she looked at Blaine, the trainer giving her a motion to signify that she should leave, and without further thought, she began to make a dash for it - reaching with long viney tentacles to pull herself swiftly along the ground and taking the boy with her. 

As Ceres moved away, Blaine enacted on the second part of what his brain had already concluded was the logical course of action. They needed power, something to more successfully divert the cold-sensitive aggressor, and while Nephthys and his Ice Beam were likely managing, he knew it was only barely. Power, of course, meant Anemos - Blaine's articuno, and though he was perhaps a bit hesitant, it wasn't nearly enough to cause him to fumble as he pressed his fingers to his lips and whistled. The sound was loud and shrill, and one he knew the large 'legendary' bird would hear...his only hope was that Anemos was near enough by to come in a hurry.

As it happened, it would seem that Blaine's luck was with him - the large ice type flying far enough away to not bear witness to the goings ons but near enough that his keen hearing would pick up on that shrill, familiar sound. Wings shifted, the large blue shape in the sky turning in the direction the sound came from, and then those wings moved to pick up the pace, wanting to get where he was going swiftly. After all, Anemos couldn't help but think that it would hardly do any good to take his time as certainly that call must be urgent. Blaine wasn't usually one to simply whistle for the heck of it. And when he visited, it was almost always at his favored point of roost.

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Word Count: 476
Tags: Jasmine, Christof/Nephthys
Notes: Blaine, Ceres(Carnivine), Anemos(Articuno)

[MA STAFF]

Seemingly completely oblivious to all else around them save for the icy creature before her, Jasmines beady black eyes were focused on the much smaller blue creature as a shot of dragons breath rocketed fourth from her jaws. Christof was quick to access the situation, quick enough to act within a timely manner, and ordered his dwarfed pokemon to parry the feral creatures attack. Another beam of ice was the vaporeons response, albeit it not one as strong as its Glacieon counterparts would have been, but strong enough it would have smarted had it been on course to hit Jasmine rather than her coming attack.

The two attacks collided between them, a bright flash of light flaring out. Little shards of ice dropped to the ground, each letting off a faint blue trail of what was left of the dragons breath. Jasmines black eyes rolled in their sockets as she considered her next move. Unbeknownst to her, the prey she had begun battle for was gone, but her target had become the preys defender itself. Blaines whistle pierced the air, though it meant nothing to Jasmine as it were not the call of her own trainer and therefore did not cause her to suspect another pokemon might be coming. Instead she moved forward to deal with the one that was present. Her tail lashed, slamming into the tree trunk behind her and splintering off bark. One...two steps toward Blaine and Christof. Dipping down suddenly her tail whipped around from behind, swiping across the forest floor and kicking up a spray of dirt and sand in the vaporeons direction. [Sand Attack!!]

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Word Count: 274
Notes: Jasmine (Garchomp) - Jasmine used Sand Attack!

[Christof Drescher]

The approach of the dragon type did not bode well for them, Christof knew it, and so did Nephthyus. The Vaporeon stood firm and snarled a wordless warning. He wouldn't need to spell it out for her, the smaller pokèmon having no doubt his displeasure and warning would be clear enough.  Christof was his human, and he would not allow anything to happen to him, not if he could help it, and he was quite certain he could do a great deal on that score. The sound of Blaine's whistle reached both their ears, the Vaporeon was in no position to ponder what it might be for, while his trainer had no doubts that there was a purpose, but until the results of that whistle came to fruition, they would have to maintain the situation.  Christof had no doubt Blaine's tactic would pan out, and hopefully do more than just tip the scales in their favor, he wanted this resolved as quickly as possible. It was just a matter of making sure no one got eaten before his partner's tactic had a chance to work. What came next though, well it was a bit disconcerting. 

'A move that reduces the accuracy of the opponent', that was the official description of the effect Sand Attack had on the target... Official descriptions often didn't do the moves justice, and they never took into account factors like a pokèmon's sheer size. Nephthyus had to brace himself, lowering his head and turning his face away while squinting his eyes in that crouched low position to combat the force behind the wall of dirt and sand that swept in towards them.  Christof's own reaction was similar, an arm put out in front of his face where it could deflect some of the debris, but hopefully not block his view more than necessary. That tactic was quickly augmented by the German taking the collar of his shirt to pull it over his mouth so he could speak without risking taking in a gulp of dirt.  With a pokèmon of Jasmine's size, there was more than just the force, and the effects of the attack itself, particles had been kicked up high by that sweeping tail, and would likely remain suspended for awhile. Yes the cloud would dissipate, but it would take some time, and she could fly.  She would be able to put herself in a position to see them, while they still were forced to peer through the murk until it settled enough... unless of course it was weighted down and cleared sooner. 

"Weißnebel! Machen Sie es dick", the German called out, his gaze already flitting upward a bit to try to gauge if she might already be incoming from a skyward position. He hadn't heard her take off, but that didn't mean they hadn't missed the sound when that initial wave of matter struck. 

Nephthyus issued a few soft coughs before he heard his trainer's command.  Thankfully with Mist, he wouldn't have to actually try to aim.  Mouth parting, the Vaporeon quickly released the frigid breath, peppered heavily with water particles that filled that spread and filled the air around them. Usually the move would leave the thick white mist protectively enshrouding him, and offering a buffer to some effects that certain moves could have on him, in this case though, the moisture was colliding with the sand and dirt floating within the air, the opposing particulates binding together, with the added weight of the new wet sand particulates and bits of mud clearing the area around them much more quickly.  It didn't do much for his eyes, that still watered a bit to try to clear out the debris, but at least they could see.  

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Word Count: 528
Tags: Realistic? poke if it doesn't make sense
Notes: Christof, Nephthyus(Vaporeon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

The cloud of dust was an unwelcome addition to the confrontation - an addition that had Blaine reflexively shifting his weight so he could turn away from it and catch the brunt of it on his back. His eyes and mouth closed reflexively, though his eyes only remained so for a moment as keeping himself blinded would do no one any good. It was when the other called for mist that he opened them fully though, and saw the large shadow of Anemos appear. A hint of relief flooded through him, though he didn't linger in it for long, as for one very tense moment he'd been concerned that the articuno wouldn't have been near enough to be of assistance.

"Good." He said quietly, the word muffled behind the fabric of his sleeve as he held it up in front of his mouth to keep himself from swallowing earth. Perhaps he could have whistled again, a further sound to convey the level of urgency, but he saw no need as that shadow just grew closer until the sky blue of Anemos's feathers were visible in his peripheral vision. He only glanced up once to confirm, the articuno's stern red gaze focused downward on him, and Blaine pointed towards Jasmine and cupped a hand around his mouth - to both further help in blocking out any remaining dirt in the still misty air, and to amplify sound - and shouted out a move. "Frost Breath! Forward!" he shouted upwards, even as the bird flew in lower.

Jasmine was a pokemon that the articuno was familiar with in only the most distant sense. He'd paid witness to the vicious nature of her attacks as she fed on what wildlife she could get in her clutches from a distance, watching her much in the way a spectator would watch a game of their favorite sport. He admired her ferocity, and furthermore appreciated the grace of such a large being when on the hunt - but right now, she was the enemy. And one that needed to be dealt with quickly. The red of his eyes flashed, a gust of chilled wind whistling outward from the beating of his wings as he parted his jaws - a crackling ball of ice blue energy filling the opening of his mouth and growing as the power of it increased. Soon the red flash of eyes was gone, taken over by that glow of blue and with a sudden motion, he was releasing that icy energy ball, stretching his neck with the motion to have it hurtling with greater speed in the garchomp's general direction - the ball stretching into a solid beam of cold ready to strike.

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Word Count: 441
Tags: Jasmine, Christof,Nephthys
Notes: -_- I hope that made sense. I'm not quite as skilled as you two are at figuring out how the attacks work. Uhm,I'll leave it up to Ama to figure out where it hits or if it hits.