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 (!) Another Friendly Face
Dakota Gilbert
 Posted: 12/29/17, 09:45 pm
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Asphodel Meadows had become one of Dakota's most favorite places to walk. It was calm, cool, and breezy. It wasn't too hot at night. It was peaceful. Not to mention it was where she befriended Dimitri and Victor, her Phantump and Dusclops. Those two had become fast friends, and Adrian was especially protective of them. It was another cool night so Dakota decided to talk another walk. Tonight, Samara hovered next to her right shoulder.

What other little friendly faces might they see out here? Dakota was in a particularly good mood tonight, and was craving some excitement whether it be a wild pokémon encounter or battle. She pursed her lips together and began to whistle, not worried at all about who or what might hear her. Her pokémon had grown pretty strong since the last time she was here, so she was confident she'd be able to handle just about anything that came her way. "What do you think Samara? See any sign of life out there?" Dakota asked, seeing that Samara was scanning their surroundings carefully.


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 Posted: 12/30/17, 10:10 am
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a wild sneasel appeared!




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 Posted: 1/5/18, 09:57 am
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Humans. Sneasel both loved and hated the creatures. They always carried the best foods but they didn't like sharing and always tried to chase him off or catch him whenever he tried to get a bite to eat. And he wasn't going to let himself be caught again. Not after last time. There were a few that could be nice, leaving food for him or just plain offering him some of what they had. There was one, a Ranger, that brought the most delicious food he'd ever tasted. He had a Sneasel already and had not been interested in catching him when they'd met the first time and any time he'd seen the ranger since the ranger had brought him food.

But he hadn't seen the ranger for a day or two and he was hungry. He could find food like the regular wild Sneasel did, but he wasn't very good at it and he didn't like the things they ate very much. So he begged from humans or, on occasion, snuck into the town and raided the rubbish bins for discarded food. That was where he was heading tonight. The town offered plenty of places to scavenge food from and he could eat as much as he liked. Sometimes he could even find enough to take back to his nest and have extra for a day or two. But something was in his way. A human with a ghost pokemon. He grumbled to himself and ducked into the grass. He didn't want to deal with a human right now but there was nowhere to go where she wouldn't see him. He just had to remain still and wait until they moved on. But he was hungry and he didn't have all night. Hoping that if he stayed low in the grasses he wouldn't be spotted he began creeping forward, trying to get past the human and into town as quick as possible.

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Dakota Gilbert
 Posted: 1/7/18, 03:34 pm
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They walked along the tall grass, or rather, Dakota walked and Samara hovered. Suddenly, Samara halted, and after a few steps Dakota noticed and stopped as well. "What is it?" she asked. Samara lifted one of her ghostly, floating hands and pointed. Dakota followed her eyes, and caught sight of a dark-colored pokémon hiding in the grass up ahead. She could just barely make out a round head and single long, red ear. "Huh?"

They moved in closer. The pokémon was short, with unusually long arms compared to its shorter legs. Its red, spiky tail poked out in all directions. If it weren't for it's near-black color, it might have been able to go unnoticed in the tall grass. Its piercing red eyes looked up at them. Dakota sensed either apprehensiveness or annoyance in its expression, or both. Part of her wanted to leave the poor thing alone and keep walking, but the other part of her argued that maybe she could help it somehow.

"Oh! Hello there!" she spoke, softly. Dakota leaned forward, bracing her hands against her knees. Now, she was a little less tall and a little more at its level. She smiled. "You look a little... troubled. Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. Samara held back a hiss, choosing to stay up high in the air and keep an eye on things. She knew better than to chase of stranger pokémon. Dakota typically wanted to interact with them.


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 Posted: 1/9/18, 02:46 pm
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He'd been spotted by the ghost. Of course he had been, the grass in this part of the meadow was tall but not tall enough to hide him completely and not dense enough to provide adequate cover either. He kept creeping along, however, hoping that if he ignored them they'd ignore him. He froze when the ghost pokemon drew the human's attention to him, however, and shot the pair a look. His fight or flight reaction kicked into high gear, though he wanted to do both equally. He knew he could take out the ghost. His dark typing gave him that advantage, but humans usually had more than one pokemon with them. He didn't know what else she might have. His luck, she had a fire type or, worse, a fighting type with her. He could run but the human might chase him and he'd spend half the night trying to lose her and not get a chance to scavenge for food in town.

As the human spoke, he bared his teeth and scraped his claws on the dirt a little to try and look intimidating but when all she did was kneel and keep talking he relaxed some, though remained wary of her intentions. Troubled? He huffed at the comment and shook his head. He wasn't troubled; he was hungry. But could she do something for him? He sniffed the air but didn't detect any scent of food. That didn't always mean a lot however. Humans kept food in inside things that sometimes masked the scent. Maybe he would't have to scavenge tonight after all. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to see if this human had some food to share, he edged forward, casting a warning look toward the ghost. Keep back or I'll have to hurt you. I ain't gonna do nothing bad. I don't hurt humans. I just wanna get some food. He said, flashing his claws as a warning. With the ghost, hopefully, warned against doing anything stupid, he crept into view, though remained well out of the human's reach. Now that she could see him properly, he patted his stomach and then opened his mouth. This had seemed to work well enough in the past to indicate his want for food. Maybe it would work this time too.

Dakota Gilbert

(Dunno if you want to catch or defeat this hungry little fellow, lol. So I kinda left it open for Samara to take offense at his 'warning' and attack or for her to just like...roll her eyes and ignore him. Either way is fine by me. ^^)
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Dakota Gilbert
 Posted: 1/9/18, 08:03 pm
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The wild pokémon reacted accordingly, instantly defending itself by baring its teeth and showing its claws. At first, Dakota was hesitant to continue, really not wanting to end up with a visit to the doctor later for cuts or bite wounds. However, after a moment or two, the creature seemed comfortable enough to step forward from the tall grass. As it approached her, it shot Samara a dirty look and made some type of screeching noise. Dakota was shocked to see Samara back off. Normally she was right up front and in your face, wanting nothing more than to protect her trainer. Instead, Samara seemed nervous and backed away, hovering slightly to Dakota's right and out of sight.

Dakota narrowed her eyes at Samara, but chose to shrug it off. This little guy was quite feisty, and she sort of liked that about him already. In response to her question, he pat his stomach and opened up his mouth. He was hungry. Of course he was! Most wild pokémon were always on the hunt. She let out a sigh. "Ahh, I should have known." she said, and turned to reach her shoulder bag. Pulling it forward, she opened the large flap and reached inside. She pulled out a medium-sized glass container with a sealed plastic lid. "I don't have much, but here are my leftovers from breakfast. It's yours if you want it?" she asked.

Once she popped open the lid, the smell of bacon, baked bread, and scrambled eggs filled the air. The small, family-owned breakfast spot she stopped at before heading out here served large portions, and Dakota could never finish her plate normally anyway. She didn't think the eggs or bacon would taste good cold, but perhaps if she were starving enough, she would. Gently setting down the container, she leaned forward as she scoot it towards the pokémon. Once it was within reach, she sat down in the dirt and crossed her legs. Even if the pokémon took off after this, she wanted to wait and get her container back. She watched the creature closely, cocked her head to the side, and smiled. He was cute! She kinda liked him.



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(We can see how it goes, but Dakota's intention was to befriend him. He's cute!~)
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 Posted: 1/12/18, 12:00 pm
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Sneasel was slightly surprised when the ghost backed off. Usually the weaker ones did that but some of the stronger ones were a bit too stubborn for their own good. This one was a stronger ghost. He knew because he'd seen her kind in the city. They didn't care about the human foods he was scavenging but they didn't like him in their territory. Since he didn't want to spend his nights fighting instead of eating, he learned what places to avoid so he didn't have to deal with them. That meant more time to find food and less energy expended in doing so. It was a win-win for everyone concerned.

He was brought back from his musings about what he might find in the city and his favorite places to search when the girl spoke and pulled some sort of container from her bag. She opened it and the smell of bacon and eggs as well as some sort of bread, which he guessed must be toast. He watched as it was pushed toward him until he could reach it with his claws. He grabbed it and pulled it the rest of the way to him and sniffed eagerly at the contents. It didn't look like much, sort of mushy and mixed up, but he really didn't care. He loved eggs. That's what the wild ones ate except they cracked the shells and sucked up the contents raw. He preferred his cooked but that was because he'd been raised by humans. At least that's what everyone told him. He wasn't a real Sneasel because he had been born captive and not wild. He ignored them. He did just fine in the wild even if he had no idea how to survive at first!

Pushing that thought away, he reached in to take a bite but paused and looked at the human, recalled her words before she'd given him the food. Hadn't she said she 'didn't have much'? Was this all of the food she had? Could she get more for herself and her ghost (assuming the ghost even liked the human food and not just berries and things)? His former human had always had food and things. Until one day he didn't. But they'd still done alright for awhile. Sure they went hungry some nights but they were never starving. Eventually he'd started taking his pokemon away, one by one, and returning without them. Soon it had just been him and Sneasel. Sneasel was okay with that. He'd never really liked the other pokemon anyway. But then one day the old man had brought him here, released him from his pokeball, and left. Sneasel had never seen him again. Suddenly uncertain of whether he should accept the food or not, he tried to catch the ghost's gaze. "Hey. Ghost. Your human's got more food right? Or can get some? Not for me. I ain't greedy like that. I can get my own food if I got to. But for you and her and any other pokemon she's got. Don't wanna be taking your last bites, you know." He questioned, taking a single piece of bacon to nibble on so the human didn't think he was being unappreciative of her offering.

Dakota Gilbert

(He is cute and I like his backstory, lol. Wasn't planning on it turning into something so big but...well, sometimes ideas do that, lol. <3)
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Dakota Gilbert
 Posted: 1/15/18, 11:27 am
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Dakota watched closely as the little Sneasel took hold of the container and drew it closer. After a few good sniffs, it eyed her and her Haunter, and then picked up a piece of bacon. Rather than digging in vigorously like she assumed it would, it only nibbled. Was it not hungry after all? Dakota cocked her head to the side curiously, but smiled. As the pokémon nibbled, it made some little noises. It was rather cute.

Suddenly, Samara, who had been hovering behind Dakota's shoulder, came into view. Dakota turned to look at her. At first, her expression was serious, her eyes narrow and a frown on her face. Was she concerned? Dakota was pretty sure the food was just fine, aside from being cold it was freshly made that morning. As Samara's expression softened, Dakota realized the two pokémon were speaking to each other.

As a ghost, Samara was able to speak to other pokémon without necessarily making any noise. It wasn't telepathy or anything, but she had a way of communicating silently enough that human ears couldn't pick up on the sounds. In fact, the only time Samara really made noise was when she hissed or said her name. A grin spread across her face as Dakota watched. Yes, my human and I have food. We are staying in town, not too far from here. Please, eat up! Samara hissed silently.

Dakota ran her fingers through the tall grass around her, intertwining her fingers with the blades. They weren't in any rush, so the pokémon could take its time and eat if it wanted to. Suddenly, Samara and her locked eyes, and a slight sadness appeared in her expression. Samara was sad for this pokémon? Dakota pondered for a moment. Was it starving? Was it lonely? Both? Dakota really liked this feisty little thing, and didn't want it to be neither hungry nor lonely. She smiled, and decided to get to know it a little better. "[b]So, are you all alone out here? You know, if you're still hungry I can bring some more food later this evening..."[b]" she offered.


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