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@@Guardian Braveheart, Ambrosia's head perked up in surprise at Braveheart's sudden question, "Lately? Um, well, I guess not. Or maybe recently would be a better term." She swirled what little coffee was left in her cup around, and looked down at, suddenly nervous. "I kinda just got out of a relationship to be honest..."

@@Leafeon, "But, of course," Cecil said smugly as he received his gym badge. "Though, I must say it was a worthy challenge for me, so I commend you, Cheren." He turned away from the gym leader, and picked up his sandslash. "And you, Warden. Very commendable. But..." The sandslash looked at its trainer with what could best be described as puppy-dog eyes, or at least the best a sandslash could manage "...Sand?". Cecil set down his pokemon, "you can't say I didn't warn you, y'know." Cecil pointed at his pokemon, "Yes, from here on out, you must walk about on your own two legs!" A look of sheer shock and disappointment spread across the pokemon's face, "slash?" "Don't give me that look! You're far too heavy to balance you on my head now. And, you're too pointy for me to carry. So, it's either walk alongside me, or return to your pokeball." The sandslash shook its head vigorously, not wanting to go into its pokeball. "Then, that settles it." Cecil smiled, "now, come along, let's get you and Scout to a pokecenter." The sandslash nodded in agreement, its muscles aching. @@Antismurf9001, @, Before he left the gym building, however, he looked at the two trainers who spectated his match. One was Tempest, who he already met, and one was a trainer he saw on the train. Cecil briefly flashed the badge he held in his hand, and pinned it onto the inside of his shirt's collar. He intended the gesture to be one of amiable rivalry, a sort of 'catch up to me if you can' message. But he passed by them without saying a word and headed towards the pokemon center. ((I don't know how the pokemon center is supposed to work in this RP. Is it safe to assume on my next post that I had visited it and my pokemon were healed, or do we need to roleplay the process?))

Hmm, I would like to request a sprite of my character Ambrosia. Here is a reference pic for her: As for clothes, so long as she's wearing her shawl, I don't mind whatever you come up with. Oh, and I'll attach a reference for her cutie mark, just in case.

Gardenia @,@@Umbreon, "I do wonder how far away this resort really is. Did anypony happen to have the opportunity to look over a map of our destination?" She looked outside the window she sat next to, putting her fore-hooves on the glass pane. She looked around the view outside, trying to discern any particular details. Unfortunately, it was too dark to make any specifics out. Discouraged, she pulled her hooves back off the window and set them down. She eyed the refreshment cabinet once again. "Well, I am feeling a bit peckish," she thought, leaning towards it. She opened it and looked at the contents inside. "Well, there are some non-alcoholic drinks... but, well, hrmm. Maybe it's expected of me to drink something fancy? Emerald is drinking some red wine, after all. And, I mean, it's not like a bit of wine will get me tipsy." She pulled out a drink similar to the one Emerald had picked out, as well as a narrow glass. She contemplated how she was going to actually fill the glass. "There really is no elegant way to do that with your mouth..." she thought, before turning towards her new unicorn friends. "Could one of you perhaps assist me with this?" She asked sheepishly, with a slight blush of embarrassment.

@@Guardian Braveheart, "Oh no, I don't think another drink will be necessary. But thanks for the offer!" She said in response to his offer. She purposely omitted any further comment on the subject of kindness. However, looking at the stallion's little smile, she couldn't help but giggle, but she tried to cover her mouth with her hand so as to not seem rude. "Um, you've got a little something on your face..." she said quitely, so as to not draw any other ponies attention. She handed a clean napkin over to him.

1. I really like her color scheme. 2. The outfit is interesting without being overly extravagant 3. As with all ponies with weapons, I really have to question how they would even use them. Unicorns get a pass because magic, but if I stop to think about it, pony weaponry should have unique designs to fit their anatomy. /rant 4. The muzzle is... off. It kind of looks like she has an anthropomorphic nose, rather than a pony muzzle. If the curved line was less of a semi-circle I think it would work better. 5. She has a very strong chin for a mare. Mares tend to have more rounded chins. Overall, I rather quite like it! But I am also a critical person by nature, so please don't take any of my statements too harshly.

Gym Leader @Vaporeon, I hereby challenge you for the Splash Badge! This will be my 8th badge, so prepare thyself. I will not be holding back. And I will be sending you a PM with my friend-code, so... yeah. I'm kinda running outta steam here. BEWARE!

@@Leafeon, Cecil quickly removed his hand from his face when he pokemon burst through the ground. "Warden?" He pulled out his pokedex and registered the data on his newly evolved sandslash, reading over the details of its new capabilities. "So, you've done it, then? You've finally evolved, " he said quietly in genuine surprise, but he soon realized such a statement was not at all acceptable to his sensibilities. He perked up his head and flourished his arms triumphantly, "yes, all according to plan. Great job, Warden!" The sandslash nodded in appreciation of his trainer's acknowledgement, but swiftly turned back to the aipom. He was hit by a small spatter of stars, but they hardly even slowed him down as he proceeded to rush towards the aipom. "Now, one final attack! Crush Claw!" Cecil commanded, dramatically gesturing as if though he was directing a firing squad. "Slash!"

@@Leafeon, Cecil gasped in surprise when he saw aipom pop out of the ground, without his sandshrew following suit. "Pardon? Warden? Quoi? Où?" Cecil said, flustered, before realizing his tongue slipped. "Err... I mean, Warden? What happened?" Cecil clarified, before planting his palm to his face. "Wait, what am I even saying? He can't hear my question down there, anyway." The sandshrew, however, was distraught when his attack missed. He stood there in his tunnel, all alone. He knew he didn't stand much of a chance against the more agile aipom above ground. His own wounds were starting to get to him, as well, with his adrenaline fading. The ringing in his ears hadn't stopped either, and overall Warden was feeling quite sorry for itself. Had I let down my trainer? Was I not good enough? Why can't I just sleep now? These are the thoughts that would run through its mind, had it a less primitive intellect. Instead, it just felt bad... real bad, and just wanted to curl into a ball and not worry about the consequences. But, a voice rang through its head, through the ringing and the splitting of its headache. Its timbre sounded as clear as day, but the sandshrew couldn't make out any words or commands. It was his trainer, the sandshrew recognized. But it was a warmer tone than typical, a voice that conveyed confidence and hope. The sandshrew didn't pause to consider the very real possibility that it might just be its own delusion, but it was exactly the kind of thing the sandshrew needed to hear to keep on fighting. Warden looked up towards where the surface would be, a determined scowl upon its face. It felt an unfamiliar energy coursing through its body, as if though he was stronger than before. That this might not just be a feeble second wind, but a forceful growth that could gain him the upper hand. His body started to change: his foreclaws elongated. the hide on his back hardened and protruded out in spikes, and his face elongated slightly as his body grew outward. He looked at his new claws, and uttered softly, "-slash." Wasting no time to familiarize itself further with its changed body, the sandslash burrowed upward at a speed greater than what he was able to accomplish before. When he broke through the surface beneath his opponent, he splayed out his leading claw and attempted to crush the aipom. ((And now Warden has evolved. His Fury Swipes move has been replaced with Crush Claw, a move sandslashes learn immediately in Gen 6.))

I wanted to challenge your Steel-type gym. I'll pm you my FC. Edit: Wait, I already did when I first challenged you, so check your inbox for 'dat.

@@Leafeon, Would it perhaps be alright if my sandshrew evolves after this gym battle? I mean, I signed up thinking he would be lvl. ~20 in game terms. Well, that's assuming I win this gym battle, of course.

@@Leafeon, Cecil stared intensely at the gym leader, Cheren. The battle was out of their hands, but he couldn't help but try and do his best to intimidate the opponent with his sheer bravado and confidence. Inside, however, Cecil was deeply concerned about how his sandshrew was holding up. Warden was hit by a few stars, and, after recovering his composure, was surprised by the sudden obstacles between him and his target. He started to pant a little, now having been hit a second time. He was tough, though, and determined to win, gritting through the pain. Now that there was not a clean path between the two pokemon, Warden took advantage of his superior tunneling skills. He bore down, hoping to come up beneath the aipom so that he could bury him in and limit its mobility even further. If successful, he would then swipe furiously at the disabled opponent. If not successful in burying the aipom, he would still swipe furiously, hoping to put enough pressure on the aipom that it would not be able to effectively counter attack.

@@Leafeon, Warden had successfully found the source of the screech, and though the noise once again irritated him, he steeled his resolve and proceeded to lunge towards the aipom. He was at home in these tunnels, boring through the soil with honed precision and speed. He neared the aipom, and started to furiously swipe at it with his sharp claws, hoping to both silence the screeching and to wound his foe.

@@Leafeon, Cecil gripped his scarf tightly, "non non non!" He let out a sigh. He hated it when he felt like things were out of his hands, when he had to let someone or something else call the shots. "But, if there is one that I must put my trust in, I could do a lot worse than Warden. He's proven to me on more than one occasion that he is a lot more capable than he lets on. It's why I bestowed upon him that name: he's ever my faithful subordinate, capable of keeping things in check." He let his muscles relax, and his arm fell to his side. "It's up to you now, partner." Warden, for his part, was still recovering from the splitting headache the aipom's screech had given him. Underground and in solitude, he found some reprieve, but he didn't want to relax just yet. He still had work to do. His trainer was counting on him! He worked out his frustrations on the soil, furiously digging away. He managed to connect to a tunnel previously dug; whether it was his own or aipom's previous tunnels, he could not be certain. He could hear the echoes of something down in the tunnels with him, but his headache made it so that he could not hear it nearly as soon as he would have otherwise. He turned around, hoping to see the enemy behind him. With a determined glare in his eyes, the brave little sandshrew readied his claws and headed straight for the aipom.

@@Leafeon, When he noticed aipom inhale deeply, Cecil was wise enough to cover his ears before the wail, this time. "Urgh. This aipom is such a bother." Cecil noticed his sandshrew's effort were being made in vain, as the aipom dodged away from his slower attempts to grapple. Warden caught the full blast of the aipom's screech this time, with no ground to insulate the noise. This made his attempts to pin the aipom all the more clumsy, as a painful ringing occupied his thoughts. "What can we do, if not outspeed him? Think, Cecil think..." observing the battlefield, he noticed the spots where both the aipom and his sandshrew had dug. The ground there was uneven, and he noticed that the enemy aipom made it an effort to avoid stepping on the softened parts of the ground lest he lose his footing. "Warden! Dig, dig up the ground! Fling what you dig up at the aipom, do something, just don't leave any part of the arena flat!" Cecil screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get his message through to his sandshrew. His sandshrew couldn't hear much of the specifics, but he was most definitely certain he heard traces of his trainer's voice. It wasn't sure exactly what to do, though, and it had trouble thinking of what Cecil might want him to do. So, he did what came natural to him, and dug underground in an attempt to get away from the screeching aipom.

@@Leafeon, Cecil was caught off-guard by the sudden re-appearance of his sandshrew, "dammit Warden, did I give you the signal to come up yet? No!" he said, irritated. He put the palm of his hand to his face, "that's not what was supposed to happen at all! But... now I have to turn this to my advantage somehow, can't let them get the best of me." He removed his palm from his face, and studied the battle closely. Warden, for his part, allowed himself to be pulled out of the ground and flung in the air, directing himself to a vertical trajectory. While his original instinct might have been to drag aipom under, Warden was quite adept at reading a situation. It's one of the reasons his trainer put up with him, despite the annoyance he could cause. His sense of direction was unerring, and he could not get disoriented easily; after all, how else would he be able to dig elaborate tunnels and pop-up exactly where he needed to? Travelling mid-air was a bit different than underground, but they had the same basic principals and same 3-dimensions. Still mid-air, the sandshrew curled itself so as to face the aipom. He was barraged by the enemy's swift, and the pain caused him to cringe. Cecil furrowed his brow in concentration, but an idea struck him. "Warden! Pin 'em down, and use Fury Swipes!" The sandshrew heard his trainer clearly, and, with renewed determination, gritted through the pain of the swift. He shifted his weight so as to dive towards the aipom. Now that he has a new goal in mind, not much could stop him in his pursuit of that goal. Even if the aipom dodged away from his dive, the sandshrew would pursue until: his goal was accomplished, his trainer called off the attack, or he was knocked out.

Welp, I'd like to sign up. Preferably, I would like to use my OC Ambrosia. Link in sig.

@@Guardian Braveheart, "Mhm!" Ambrosia replied enthusiastically, nodding her head a bit. "Kindness is generally considered a cornerstone to any friendship." Her tail flicked slightly, and she looked down at her drink, her smile dropping for a brief moment. She took a much longer sip from it this time, and then set it down, her head popping back up along with her cheerful expression.

Hrmm... HMMMM... Eh, if I have the time, I might be inclined to take a stab at it. I might be doubly motivated if she ends up in an RP I take part in. We both signed up for that one by Cinder, so... Anyways, even not, she has an interesting enough design that I might enjoy drawing. Not now, though, just drew, need break. Ramble ramble ramble.

Well, here's another thing. I thought I'd try drawing one of my OCs as if though they were more prepared/seasoned for action-adventure. So here's Gardenia after she took a level in bad-arse. As for the piece itself, it's still a little rough, but I got bored and so I didn't bother cleaning up somethings. Blergh, critique, pls and tanks.

@@Leafeon, Cecil covered his ears in surprise at the sudden shrieking of the aipom. "Tsk. How inconsiderate," Is the only thought he could manage. Warden, however, was fairly insulated from the sound. He had expertly dug out several twists and turns in his tunnel. And, while he could still hear the screech, it was far too muffled for it to have much of an effect. In fact, in his tiny little sandshrew mind, Warden could have sworn he heard his trainers voice. Obviously, he didn't; nothing Cecil could've said would pierce through the noise. But, silly little warden thought there was a signal hidden in those muffled wails. He popped up from underneath the screeching aipom, and though he could now hear the screech, the sandshrew made a hasty grab for the opponent's legs or tail in an attempt to drag him under.

"Très bien!" Abigail exclaimed happily when the krabby fell asleep to Isabella's lullaby, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Now for the catch." She rustled through her bag for an empty pokeball, and brought it out. She looked at it hesitantly, "wait, so I have to throw this all the way at that pokemon? D'aww, I suck at throwing things!" Rather than take the chance of throwing the pokeball at her current distance, she skipped over to the edge of the bay. She noticed a couple of stones protruding from the water, and quickly charted a course in her head. She hopped from one to another, hoping to get closer to her intended target. The rocks where a bit irregular and a tad wet, and she nearly slipped off the last stone. She corrected herself, though, by frantically waving her arms about. "Perhaps, that wasn't such a good idea," Abigail thought, a little too late. Regardless, she was in a more favorable position, and she locked her gaze upon the krabby. She tossed her ball at the krabby, and the ball hit its mark. The toss itself, however, unbalanced Abigail to the point where she once again nearly fell off. She managed to correct herself again, and she breathed a sigh of relief.