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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 19, 2007 4:32:02 GMT
(Ooc: *gives PBK cooked mushroom*)
Trish grew ten inches! Trish gained 13 pounds!
<Knock 'em down! Knock 'em down!>
<My head's no longer apple, It's rather sore instead. Cos I flew high in the sky And landed on my head!>
... Another flying mower...
As Marco did look around, the ball... thing ran hard into his backside.
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Post by PBK on Apr 19, 2007 15:14:36 GMT
ooc|| *hides* ---they can't get me over here--- Hrm... a talking lampshade, now that /is/ a little odd...
bic||
Maco didn't have time to react as the thing hit him. He fell to the ground, air completely knocked out of him. The only thing that the boy managed to accomplish in the next few minutes was getting his inhaler from his back pocket up to his mouth.
Trish stopped searching for mushrooms for a moment, and seemed to admire her own size. She seemed rather proud to be twice as tall as any ordinary Togetic.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 20, 2007 5:11:09 GMT
(Ooc: Lol! I just want to see the big blob now suck on Marco's hair!)
<YOWCH!> Something yowled. Their voice was deep and slow. Sobs could be heard.
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Post by PBK on Apr 20, 2007 14:53:12 GMT
ooc|| Shoulda known you were up to something. Poor Marco...all the admins have it in for him...
bic||
The boy was still on the ground, his ears still ringing, so when the yelp was sounded, he really didn't hear much. And Trish, who had run out of mushrooms in sight, and out of the will to find more, saw her trainer in such a state, she took the liberty of, er, well, completely squashing him. Though she tried to land on his head, because of her new size, she no longer would fit. Meanwhile, Marco, who thought he was being attacked ((again)) jumped up quicker than one would have thought possible, and spun around even quicker, so that he and Trish collided smack in the face. The pokemon, though miffed, managed to keep herself airborn long enough to "suck" on Marco's hair before landing smack on the ground, a few hairs in her mouth. She had not yet learned to fly well with her enormous size. And the poor boy was now yelping in pain, far louder than whatever else it was that was screaming. So, in the end, neither trainer, nor pokemon heard whatever it was.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 20, 2007 16:02:40 GMT
The spinda bounced from shroom to shroom towards Marco and Trish, giggling like crazy. Once again they started their circular teeter dance around Marco oblivious to their state.
The round weeping pokemon sounded muffled... It spat out some swirly shrooms and pointed angrily from the bright blue forest up ahead. Some aipom could be seen laughing hysterically, they obviously followed the pokemon they rolled. The pink pokemon was a... a... pink and swirly, but not a jiggly puff? Omg! Slowpoke! Here? <Go away you MEANIES!!!> It wailed at the aipom. The aipom bounded off.
An electrike entered the scene and started thundershocking in time with the spinda dance. A bunch of roselia blew kisses at the oddish and the oddish released sweet scent in the air while they practiced petal dancing. So much activity, so many smells, so many colours, SO MUCH NOISE! Ugh!
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Post by PBK on Apr 21, 2007 1:54:26 GMT
Pokemon. Pokemon. Pokemon. POKEMON!They wereeverywhere. And they were making poor Marco. Sick. Very sick. Sick to his [glow=red,2,300]stomach.[/glow] Sick to his mind.
By the time he figured out that it was Trish who was on top of him, the poor boy was surrounded by other pokemon...way too many for his comfort. Not to mention he was allergic to just about every single one of them. Marco sneezed. He wiped his nose with his sweatshirt's sleeve, then his eyes, which were already turning red.
As he watched the rolling Slowpoke, Marco began to feel dizzy...very, very, very dizzy. He wanted to hurl. Or even better yet, just wake up from this terrible dream. But his nose, which was raw from him wiping it so many times in the last five minutes reminded him that this was his reality, no matter how strange.
Boy took out pokeball and threw it on the ground, releasing the snake-like Crystal Onix. Sparkle, who was now well rested, observed the strange route. His trainer quickly hopped on top, and climbed to his pokemon's head. Marco was afraid of heights (and flying lawnmowers), but not nearly as much as he was of all of the pokemon below. [/sub]
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 22, 2007 12:15:50 GMT
The weirdness didn't seem to subside as he rose aboved the route. He could see patches of forests all the way up Route 4. Each forest patch was a bright colour. One forest was violet, another red, another beige, another yellow, another turquoise and many other different colour forests. He could see Mr Mimes mowing the route. The grass was checkered with pefecly attended grass and unattended grass. A jigglypuff floated by upside down. The clouds seem to lower themselves from the sky... What?
Not only that, some mushrooms started to appear at Marco's height! They spiralled up further along the route. A bunch of spinda seemed to climb these, eagerly awaiting to entertain Marco. Were these the same ones from below?
<T-t-t-t-t-t-fruit juice! Taste the pulp! The flavours of rainbow! Single gulp! Pineapple and grapefruit, mango and lychee Magost and hondew in a liquid munchie!>
They... might be the same spinda. Some fell far below as they missed their footing climbing their stalks. Others reached the top of the spinning spiral mushrooms and danced away; some becoming dizzy themselves and falling off.
A magnet fell from the sky, bouncing off Sparkle's hide to the route below.
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Post by PBK on Apr 22, 2007 15:28:59 GMT
Marco hugged tightly to Sparkle's body. What was happening? He was going insane. This just wasn't right....was it? Or maybe it was, and he had spent the other twelve years of his life in a land of fantasy. For where fantasy ended, and reality began for the boy, there was now a shady gray area which had not been there before. And poor Marco was drowning in this metaphorical area.
The Onix growled at the mushrooms which appeared in front of him. The large pokemon just didn't like them. 'shrooms weren't supposed to grow in midair, that's' just not how physics worked. Then, the large pokemon began to move forward, bumping a few floating mushrooms as he passed.
Meanwhile, Trish, who had previously been left on the ground, became determined to eat a flying mushroom. The little pokemon (or rather, should I say, "big pokemon") flapped her wings hard, and slowly began to rise towards her tastey prize.
ooc|| Strange rhymes...did you write those yourself, or is there actually someone who sings those songs?
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 23, 2007 3:58:08 GMT
(Ooc: They're strange because Route 4 is strange. I wrote them. T-t-t-t-Fruitjuice!)
Bubbles were being blown from somewhere. A mushroom just lay beyond Trish's reach.
A gang of aipom and ambipom came yapping excitedly from a blue rainforest below and started climbing Sparkle towards Marco. <We're coming to tickle you to death!> They laughed.
Not far ahead was the end of Route 4. The tall grasses of Route 5 could be seen. The swarmclouds of hoppip and sunkern could easily be seen from the top of Sparkle.
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Post by PBK on Apr 24, 2007 0:33:05 GMT
Trish smiled as she spotted the floating mushroom. She flapped her wings even harder, trying to get to the tasty treat.
Aipom and Ambipom- the purplish monkeys were making Marco feel sick (not that he didn't already...) Apparently, they were having a similar affect on Sparkle. He swung his tail at the purple pokemon, hoping to ward them off as he continued towards route five. How could something that looked so close seem so far away?
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 25, 2007 12:10:17 GMT
As Sparkle shook them, they thought they'd give the big brute a mighty tickling. They tickled between his boulder segments.
- - - - -
The floating shroom was below Trish, all she needed to do was land on it, or eat it. Whatever felt natural for Trish to do.
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Post by PBK on May 2, 2007 1:17:18 GMT
Sparkle shook, laughing in a deep voice as they tickled him. The large rock pokemon's tail smashed in all directions over the route, creating quite a dangerous situation. Marco struggled to hold on to his pokemon. "Hey! This isn't very funny!"
Trish lunged at the floating mushroom, taking a big bite out of it. The pokemon smiled and continued to eat.
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Post by Professor Gravon on May 5, 2007 8:58:13 GMT
Mushrooms flew through the air as Sparkle's tail swatted them everywhere. His bellowing laugh scared off the mankey and spinda. They all abounded away terrified.
Marco, Sparkle and Trish were left in silence, apart from the murmur of lawnmowers on the horizon. Did Route 4 really happen? The Route 5 sign could be seen close by...
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Post by PBK on May 8, 2007 1:19:58 GMT
"SAFE!" Marco screamed, jumping off of Sparkle's back and running to the fifth route.
His pokemon gave him a confused look, then followed.
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