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

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.