Your character as a Pokemon Trainer Meme

[milksteak]

The POKEMON TRAINER Meme

1. Post with your character
2. List out which Pokemon you are giving them (up to 6)
3. Tag each other.


Here are some scenarios:
1. A challenger appears! Cue battle music.
2. You are one of those weirdos that enters your Pokemon in a beauty contest.
3. Prepare for trouble and make it double: your Pokemon are in danger of thievery.
4. You just got the piss beat out of you and are visiting the Pokemon center.
5. That asshole is trying to buy the last rare candy.
6. You and your friend are trading. Now you're stuck with a stupidly named Pokemon.
7. Lost in the Viridian Forest again. Why didn't you wear insect repellant?
8. Who thought traveling through Rock Tunnel was a good idea? Freakin' Zubats.
9. These donuts are great!
10. Your choice.

Comments

Sherlock Holmes || BBC Sherlock || Fuck it, why not

[alldeduction]

[ 008. WARTORTLE
132. DITTO
164. NOCTOWL
197. UMBREON
405. LUXRAY
501. OSHAWOTT]

1: i hope all of your dreams are coming true

[menticide]

[Better hope that Wartortle knows waterfall, Sherlock, because if Jim has his way, this battle will end in the two of them hurdling right over one.

It is really hard to look menacing when being followed by a big stupid-looking spider, but Jim does his best. All things considered, that spider is at least two feet tall, so it's probably menacing enough on its own.]

[alldeduction]

[Of course they decided to Pokemon battle on a cliff top because why not. Sherlock's loyal-as-fuck Wartortle (named Watson of course) stands grimly at his side, three feet tall and with wings on his head for whatever reason.

It's really hard looking like a bad ass standing with a turtle who thinks he's a demigod, but Sherlock does his best.]

Jim.

kill me this is the stupidest thing i've ever written.

[menticide]

Sherlock.

[Why not indeed, we're going for drama and flair here... upping the stakes.

Galvantula (who he hasn't named, who has time for that?), buzzes slightly with small sparks of electricity behind him. Because that's what giant electric spiders do, supposedly.]

I see you've prepared for trouble.

if i kill you for that, it would have to be a murder-suicide

[alldeduction]

[Watson snarls at the spider, but Sherlock thrusts an arm out, stopping the water-type from approaching. He's not stupid enough to risk him against a thunder type!!!1!]

You never seemed a Team player. Was it entertaining, for a while?

THE IRONY OF IT ALL....

[menticide]

[Jim is forever mused at how eager Watson is to protect his master, but he also knows that this loyal relationship is what makes Sherlock weak.]

The same could be said about you. Entertainment is fleeting, isn't it-- and yet here we are again.

[alldeduction]

[Sherlock drew out Watson's pokeball and summoned the loyal beast back inside it, before putting his hand on another. Poised and ready as if to draw in a duel.]

Indeed. I won't allow you to escape this time, Moriarty. This is the end.

IRENE, I CHOOSE YOU!

[He throws the pokeball down and with a flash of light an Umbreon appeared.]

oh it's on like Donkey Kong

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

[1. WEAVILE
2. FLOATZEL
3. MAROWAK
4. MEOWTH
5. TYPHLOSION
6. HAUNTER]

A Weavile slinks its way through the forest at night, eyes flashing and reflecting the light of the moon but otherwise quite invisible. There's a traveler ahead, near the camp where her trainer is, crossing through the forest with what seems like a full team of Pokéballs. Her own trainer has told her that they're running low on items, and because Drumsticks the Marowak got into a nasty altercation with a Beedrill, a Full Heal or Antidote is in order.

Weaviles don't know how to ask politely. They only know how to steal.

Emergency Rations licks her chops and crouches, prepared to spring into action and try to take this strange, tall trainer's pack. There may be valuable items in there, like the NeverMelt Ice she wear dangling from her collar. Her tailfeathers twitch a bit as she waggles her haunches; if she moves fast enough, she can probably grab his pack, rip it open with her claws, and take an armful of supplies before booking it on two feet.

Re: oh it's on like Donkey Kong

[alldeduction]

Sherlock isn't walking alone. He may look to be, but one of the pokeballs at his side is empty - its occupant stalking through the dark behind.

Suddenly it races through the underbrush to catch up, the Umbreon darting up to his side with a low growl. It can hear something, in the woods, its long ears brushing up against his elbows as it stands a meter high.

He hasn't named her, not officially, generally calling her The Umbreon, though her ball has the word 'Irene' etched in it.

Sherlock comes to a stop at her insistence, glancing around in the darkness, perfectly still.

Re: oh it's on like Donkey Kong

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Rations isn't scared by an Umbreon, although she's a little put out that the Umbreon's female; one of Rations' favored tactics is to Attract the foe and spare herself a little wounding. It does, however, make her reconsider her approach. She is, after all, the smartest Pokemon on the team.

She stands up on her hind legs, claws dangling almost to skim the ground, and chatter out a bird-like message that carries through the night air. Mission aborted. This might require a human touch after all.

Howard, tied up in a sleeping bag up a tree only thirty yards away, instantly snaps awake and starts to struggle out of his little cocoon. He doesn't see his watch-Pokemon at his side, and can hear her over by the path. "Rations, what's up?"

He climbs out of the tree and races to meet her, stopping at the path and the stranger. He's wearing a t-shirt and plaid boxers for pajamas; his actual clothes are in his backpack back in that elm. He regards Sherlock with wariness.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock's hands were already on his pokeballs, as soon as he heard Ration's keening call, watching her with hawk-like eyes as Howard came out to join her. He knew she couldn't have been a wild one, they didn't live in this area - but he was slightly disappointed never the less.

He's never really gunning for a fight, not unless he's hunting down bad guys, and picking fights with underfed teenagers is even lower on his list of things he's interested in doing. That being said, though.

"A little late, don't you think?" He said, raising an eyebrow at Howard's pajamas.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

From back at the sleeping bag, the Meowth that Howard was cuddling in his sleep squirms out and drops down to the ground, padding and waddling up to join his trainer and teammate. He yawns and licks his paw.

Rations' ruff poofs up around her neck.

"Or maybe really early." Howard checks his watch, then raises an eyebrow, saying a little disparagingly "nice dog". His own hand drops to his belt of Pokeballs to find his leading Pokemon, the Floatzel he's nicknamed Soda Pop Goes the Weasel, or Pop for short. He picks it off the belt and rolls it in his palm.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock sighs. He's not about to turn tail and run, so it's time to fight. He puts his hand on Watson's pokeball, ready to draw at a second's notice.

"Either way, time for you to be in bed, I think."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah, well, you're not my dad." Howard rolls his eyes and throws the Pokeball in the air. "Pop, go!"

The Floatzel erupts forth and darts in a circle across the path, teeth bared. She's all speed and fangs. She scampers and twitches, not staying still for even a second.