GaleFenrir

Snubbull and Granbull have always been fairies. The pokedex has classified them as such since their inception in Gen 2 :I

I hope they introduce more fairy type mega evolutions in this remake. Not even sarcastic. Game Freak, gimme Mega Milotic as Water/Fairy. Do it.

@@Antismurf9001, @@Leafeon, "Lithe! Lithe!" Cecil heard his pokemon happily bark, before it licked his face. "Hngh?" Cecil's eyes opened up wide in shock, "Ugh, Scout, get off me." He lifted his growlithe off his chest and stood up straight in the bed. His eyes were only half opened, and he rubbed the back of his neck, "er, that wasn't the best sleep I've had. Better then that train we were on before, but, still. This bed isn't cushion-y enough, and neither is the pillow." He turned about 90 degrees, placing his feet on the floor. He let out a yawn, and stretched out his arms a bit. The trainer looked at his pokemon; the sandslash was still snoozing contently, and the croagunk was leaning on the wall, awake and giving its trainer the stink-eye. "Good morning to you, too, Rogue." The croagunk turned its head away, "-gunk." Cecil grimaced at the poison-type's dismissal of him. "Still not too fond of me, eh? That's fine. I don't need your friendship, after all." He stood up, and looked over at the nightstand. "Best not neglect these." He grabbed the two badges he had left on it, and placed them in his pockets. He turned his attention to his sandslash and knelt down to it, "hey, Warden. It's about time you wake up." He poked it in the face. The sandslash opened its eyes slowly, "sand?" "C'mon, this isn't home. You can't be sleeping in. We've got a busy day ahead of us; we mustn't slow down the pace we set yesterday." The sandslash uncurled itself and stretched out its limbs lethargically. "slash..." it responded dully. Cecil stood back up, and opened the door out of his room. "Best get dressed," he ran his hand through his hair, "and probably get this sorted out. Then we can have some breakfast, alright?" His pokemon sortied behind him, the croagunk lagging behind until the mention of breakfast. Cecil walked down to the washing room, and took out his clothes from the washing machine, "hmm, a bit soggy still. No time to put them in a dryer though." He looked at his growlithe, and bent down. He rubbed the clothes against the growlithe, "grow?" "I'd rather some stray fur on my clothes then for them to be soggy." The natural heat the growlithe exuded dried the clothes expediently. Cecil whipped his clothes in the air, shaking off some of the fur that stuck. He put his arms the through the sleeves of his shirt, and buttoned it all the way up. He took out his two badges, and pinned them onto the inside of his shirt's collar. He took his scarf and wrapped it around his neck, and then headed to the bathroom so as to comb his hair. He came out of the bathroom, freshly groomed, and addressed his pokemon, "alright, let us have a quick breakfast before heading off." He led them down to the pokemon center lobby, and a nurse directed them to a small diner. Before leaving the pokecenter however, he took a look over the map of the Unova hung on the wall. "Let's see... perhaps we should head to Castelia. We should be able to find a boat to ferry us there, I'd wager." Cecil and his team came out of the diner, fully refreshed and hunger satiated. Cecil had been directed to the docks of Virbank by the waitress who had served him and his pokemon, and quickly made his way there. Upon arrival, he noticed a vaguely familiar figure already there. "Oh, it's you again. You challenged the gym back in Aspertia, right?" Cecil said, walking up behind Jacques. "How'd you do? Got any other gym badges besides that one? I didn't see you around here yesterday." Meanwhile, Cecil's growlithe bounded over towards Jacques's mienfoo, and sniffed it, "grow?" Cecil's other two pokemon stood behind Cecil's legs, not nearly as eager to meet the other trainer's pokemon.

@@Leafeon,@@Umbreon, "E-Elias?" Abigail uttered when at Elias's and his elgyem's actions. She grabbed the pouch of berries tentatively, not certain of how to react to the situation. "It's true that the bunnelby was acting poorly, but then again, a deal's a deal. Should I try to stop them? But, well, Elias is just doing what he thinks is right. Besides, how would I get them to stop fighting anyway? How am I supposed to handle this?" She looked at the vulpix that had sat beside her, "um, isn't it normal for trainers to fight wild pokemon, after all?" She petted the vulpix on the head, "I suppose some pokemon are friendly enough, but others are more hostile. Perhaps sometimes you have to fight? I dunno... being a trainer is turning out more complex than I thought it would be..." Abigail grabbed an empty pokeball she had stored in her new backpack, and considered the wild vulpix, "hmm... well, it seems nice and friendly. Perhaps it would like to come along with us?" She set the pokeball in front of the vulpix, "hey, little one. Um, I know we just met, but I'd really like to be your friend. So, why not come along with me? If you want to, that is." She pointed to the button on the front of the device, "if so, all you have to do is press that." She smiled at the vulpix, awaiting its response. Meanwhile, her krabby and clefairy were contending with the wild bunnelby. The krabby continued to snap its pincers angrily at the bunnelby, but it should've realized the thing was moving around far too fast for it to actually get caught in the vice grip. The clefairy, however, was still annoyed at the bunnelby for trying to take her food. However, its notice seemed to be directed entirely on the meddle-some elgyem. She clapped her hands and called out "-ry! Clefairy! Clefairy!" It pointed at itself and stuck its tongue out at the bunnelby, using her follow-me technique to direct its attention to her.

Sandslash! wait, no... Feraligatr!... erm... Flaaffy? WOO-PAH! gawd it's so hard to choose.

@@Leafeon, The growlithe bounded off the head of the tentacool, but was too tired to successfully land on its feet. "Grow..." it picked itself up, slowly, but its legs were trembling. It didn't have much fight left in it. Thankfully, the tentacool had passed out, and the match was at its end. "Lithe!" The growlithe yelped in happiness, but its eyes drooped. "Alright, Scout, you did great. I think we've all earned some rest," The trainer returned his pokemon to its pokeball. Cecil caught the badge that was flung at him. "Cheat? It's fine, if that's what you have to tell yourself." He bent down to pick up his muddied clothes. He got up and flung the cloth over his shoulder, and held his shoes with one hand. He turned away towards the door, and put his free hand in his pants' pocket, but a sly grin found its way on his face with an idea. He turned his head back to look at the Gym Leader, "though, perhaps I should visit you again sometime, eh? Maybe after I take the championship title. Ciao!" he walked out of the gym and headed towards the pokemon center, "like hell I'd trust any hotel I'd find in this dump. At least pokemon centers have standards." It was getting late, and Cecil passed by a few shady looking fellows on the streets of Virbank, who gave him odd looks as he walked by, half-naked. Cecil didn't care, though, and he held his head up high as he walked into the pokemon center. "Hello, nurse. I have some things that need attending to. My pokemon are weak from battle, I need a room for the night, and I need to wash my clothes." The nurse looked at the trainer bewildered for a moment, but nodded and took his pokemon so as to heal them. "Yes, well, we have some spare rooms for weary trainers. And we provide washing machines for public use." In a moment, the pokemon had been recovered and the nurse handed them back to Cecil, as well as a room key. "Alright, thank you very much, nurse." He unpinned the basic badge off his shirt.He proceeded to find a free washing machine, and he stuffed his shirt and scarf in it. He placed his shoes on top of it, not wanting to set them to dry on the floor. "These should be clean by morning." He walked upstairs to the room corresponding to the key he was given, and walked in, sitting himself on the bed. He summoned his pokemon, "alright, team. I wished to commend you all on your hard work today. This room isn't exactly the largest, but if you wished to spend the night out of your pokeballs, you are free to do so." The pokemon expressed their gratitude, then took to finding places on the floor to sleep. Cecil looked at the two badges in his hand, "not bad progress. Not bad progress, at all." He set the badges on the night stand beside his bed, and then turned off the lamp so as to get some sleep.

@@Umbreon, @@Leafeon, Abigail turned her attention back to the vulpix, hearing it's annoyance. Abigail looked concerned at it, "what's wrong?" she picked the heart scale up, "didn't you want this?" Abigail pouted, "did you think it was food? I'm sorry, it's just a pretty scale. I can give you some food if you want." She turned back towards her clefairy, "Isabella, would you be a dear and bring us those berries?" The clefairy pouted, but before it could so much as take a step forward, the ground underneath her trembled. Out popped the bunnelby, and it made a grab for the berries. "Ry!" The clefairy held onto the pouch, steeling her grip as best she could. "Hweh? Oh, oh..." Abigail looked at the scene with confusion, "well, I suppose I did tell the bunnelby I would trade it all of the berries in the pouch..." "Okay, stop it you two." Abigail said firmly, leaning forward and putting her hand on the clefairy's head. "Just let the bunnelby have it, Isabella. We did make a deal, after all." The clefairy puffed out its cheeks and had a silent staring match with its trainer. It blinked, and then turned its head away in dejection. "Clef." It loosened its grip on the pouch. "it's alright, we can just find some more berries." Her krabby, on the other hand, had just took 2 kicks to the face. Irritated, it snapped its pincers where it thought the bunnelby was, but only snipped open air. It did its best to squint its eyes, clearly annoyed, and started walking side-ways towards its trainer. It saw the bunnelby that drew its ire, and snapped its pincers at it again, before spewing a few bubbles at it. "Eh? Jeanne, no! Don't do that," Abigail said, flailing her hands about, "erm, that's not exactly the most menacing of attacks anyway, but still. It's rude to blow bubbles in other pokemons' faces!" "Though... if I am to stand up against those scary guys again... perhaps I should try to teach Jeanne something new..."

Hmm, as much as I'd like to see a drawing of one of my OCs, I can't help but wonder how you would go about drawing Princess Sunbutt Celestia. So, yeah, I'd like to see you draw Princess Celestia.

@@Leafeon, Cecil was not expecting to take a bubblebeam to the face, and was caught completely off-guard. Remarkably, however, he managed to not be annoyed by the torrent. Instead, he played it off, by closing his eyes and basking in the sudden moisture. He slicked his hair back, and allowed stray water to drip down onto his chest, causing a glisten. "Ah, it's nice to be hit with a move that isn't mud for once. This is actually rather refreshing, really." he reopened his eyes when the stream of bubbles ceased, and smirked slightly in satisfaction when he noticed that the gym leader was bashfully looking away. The growlithe, for its part, continued to run around at top speed, keeping its eye on the enemy. An idea struck it, and as it bounded towards the tentacool to deal another take down, it jumped as it went, hoping to hit it right on the top of its 'head' to both deal additional damage and avoid retaliation, and then bound away to safety. Cecil took a moment to consider the battle, "hmm, we've dealt a number of significant blows to that tentacool. Hopefully we can knock it out with this or the next attack." He turned his attention back to the Gym Leader, "but I must fulfill my duty on this team! I must not let up my suppressive fire!" "Yes! Magnificent! It truly is a word fit to describe thee! But, nay, not alone! Along its ranks are terms such as wondrous, lovely, beauteous, splendorous! Oh, I fear even all together these words are not enough. You are beyond words, your glory and radiance defies the tongue of mere mortals!"

@@Umbreon,@@Leafeon, Abigail never let her eyes off the bunnelby, "I'm not a fool; I know what you're planning, you sneak. You're not the first to try and hoodwink me! Though... they all succeeded in the past... but, still! Not this time!" Abigail thought to herself. Still, despite the mischievous nature of this pokemon, Abigail wanted to avoid conflict and resolve this properly. Before she could try to carry out the trade, however, she saw the heart scale float out of the bunnelby's paws and towards the vulpix. "Heh?" She uttered, noticing that the pouch she was holding to her chest was getting lighter as berries floated out of it and towards the bunnelby. She stood in blank confusion until she heard her clefairy utter, "-ryyy." She turned to see her pokemon glaring irritated at a familiar looking elgyem that was shaking her shoulders. "Clef! Clef-ay! Ry ry ry!" The clefairy scolded the elgyem, clearly displeased with its intervention. It was attempting to communicate to the psychic type that her trainer could've totally handled that trade by herself, and that it had disgraced both Abigail and the clefairy by taking the matter into its own (metaphorical)hands. "Now, now, Isabella. That's not necessary. It was just wanting to help, and it did. Nothing wrong with that." The clefairy simply puffed out its cheeks and turned it head away. Abigail looked at the elgyem and smiled at it, "Merci bien de votre assistance, Elgyem." She turned her attention back to the vulpix, still smiling, "there, see? No one had to fight." She petted it on the head, scratching lightly behind the ear. Soon, Elias had caught up with his elgyem, carrying an odd pokemon in his arms. "Oh, hey Elias! Um... but, uh." She handed her pouch of berries to her clefairy, and it zealously held the remaining berries to its chest tightly. Abigail pointed at the bonsly with her newly freed hand, "why would you want to bring that pokemon to a dry place? Surely a grass-type should need plenty of moisture." Meanwhile, Abigail's krabby was doing its signature walk, pacing back and forth as it eyed the situation between the vulpix and the bunnelby. It came around behind the bunnelby, and snapped it pincers in its general direction to attract its attention, "kooky!"

@@Umbreon, "Hweh? Non-non! You two..." She said, putting her hand on the vulpix to dissuade it from pouncing on the bunnelby. She looked at the hairy hare, and then back to the vulpix, to notify them that she was addressing both of them. "There is no need to fight!" She she looked back at the bunnelby, a smile on her face, "come here, little fella. Surely, there must be something you could want for that scale." She looked at her clefairy, and motioned to it to bring her their food supply. The clefairy puffed out its cheeks, clearly not happy to be sharing her food with these wild ruffians. Abigail gave a stern look, however, and silently goaded the clefairy into complying. The clefairy presented its trainer a pouch of berries, and Abigail grabbed it with her free hand, her other still comforting the vulpix. Abigail looked at the bunelby, a cheerful smile on her face as she opened the pouch by tugging at one end with her mouth, not wanting to let her hand off the vulpix. She dangled the showed the opening of the pouch to the bunnelby, presenting the delicious pokemon food in it. "I'll give you all these berries if you give us that pretty scale." She ceased presenting the berries to the bunnelby and held the pouch to her chest. She didn't want the pokemon to just snatch her bargaining chip away, after all.

Cinnamon rolls. GAWD... I love me some cinnamon rolls. I never eat as many as I want because they are not healthy at all, but pls, magic hypothetical question, make cinnamon rolls healthy.

hmmm... 1) Any of the drivers from Kamen Rider. Seriously, I totes wanna Henshin into a Karate fightin Bugman. If I had to choose one, gotta go Kabuto. 2) Well, with a rider belt, I'd already have augmented super-human abilities. If I were to pick something innate to accompany that, gotta go with superman's vision. 3) A sandshrew. Just, I wanna sandshrew, okay? So long as it's not a total arse.

Gardenia "Timber wolves? How dreadful... I don't even know how I should consider those. Are they flora or fauna? Hmm, either way, I suppose they're too dangerous to observe up close, anyway. Best if I avoid such." Gardenia mentally shuddered at the thought. As a scholar, such creatures were quite interesting; there was scant documents on them in the Royal Canterlot Library. But, it wasn't exactly a mystery as to why. More then willing to allow Cask to settle her lodging arrangements, Gardenia's mind and gaze had wandered about. Her eyes would occasionally stall on one of her new acquaintances, but she kept a check on herself to not stare. In her head, she was considering what laid ahead, what to do with the day. The playhouse was certainly interesting, and she reconsidered all of her acquaintances, considering whose company she would most enjoy in that situation. "Hmm... Emerald is such a pleasant mare; and we have plenty in common, or at least I would think so. Perhaps I should..." but before Gardenia could invite Emerald to such, Sunset spoke up. "Oh, what a pleasant coincidence," Gardenia said, walking up alongside Emerald, opposite Sunset. She gave a friendly smile at Sunset, "the theater had piqued my interest as well." She turned her head slightly to look at Emerald, and she fluttered her eyelashes a bit, not entirely on purpose, "it does sound quite delightful, surely you'll accompany us, Emm?"

@@Umbreon, "Ah," Abigail smiled in understanding of the vulpix, "you need help getting that? I can do that for you." She nodded as she pointed to the hole, attempting to communicate non verbally in case the vulpix couldn't quite understand. She leaned forward, and stuck her hand into the hole, feeling around for the object the vulpix wanted. She smiled at the vulpix when she felt it, and grabbed onto the object, so as to pull it out and present it to the vulpix.

@@Vaporeon,@@Leafeon, @@Umbreon, "Hweh?" Abigail uttered in surprise at Elias's statement, before beaming in happiness, "you are from Lumiose, too, Elias? No wonder you seemed familiar! I must've seen you around the city!" Unfortunately, before she could discuss her beloved home further, Elias's Elgyem had run off. Abigail had turned to start talking to Cilla about this sudden development, but she had to suddenly run off to find her own pokemon. "Oh, um, okay..." Abigail said dejectedly, continuing to walk along the path by herself, clearly not noticing that Elias had remained standing where he was instead of chasing after his pokemon. She figured that since the other two trainers were occupied, she could afford to take some time to look around the route herself. "D'aww, looky, Jeanne! Look, Isabella! Aren't they all adorable?" The clefairy simply puffed out her cheeks, "-ry," whereas the krabby didn't have much to comment on. "Hmm?" Abigail said, seeing a wild pokemon scratch at a hole in the ground. She set down her krabby onto the ground, "I wouldn't want to intimidate it, after all." She slowly and quietly walked up to the vulpix, and knelt down beside it, "Bonjour! What are you up to, little one?"

@@Leafeon, Cecil's growlithe was eagerly chomping at the tentacool, its eye closed in bliss. Thus, when the tentacool fired its light of confusion, the growlithe was unaffected by it, though he did open his eye lids and let go of his prey. He had to be careful, after all; sometimes a hunter must play with its meal, to avoid retaliation, this is what his instincts informed him. Of course, he wouldn't eat the poor tentacool, his trainer had taught him better then that. The beam of bubbles struck the growlithe as it was backing off, the fire-type barely escaping the full force of the torrent. "Lithe..." The pup panted. This was a dangerous foe, the growlithe realized. Reckless abandon was not going to serve him further. Further latching onto it with his jaws would ill work out for him. The growlithe resumed its run around the field, quickly returning to its top speed. It ran erratically around the tentacool, and soon found an opportune moment to ram it in its back, hoping to bound back away from it immediately upon the take down to avoid retaliation. Meanwhile, Cecil thought to step up his game, as it were. "She seemed particularly flustered when I implied a compliment directed towards her. Further flattery would probably be a wise course of action." Cecil ran his hand through his hair, before looking directly at Roxie with what he hoped to be a piercing gaze, "ah, yes, as lovely as you are brilliant. There is no measure I would not take to capture your attention." He put his fingers up to his lips, and puckered them, "mwah!" He gestured an air kiss, "For, it is plain to see, I adore you! The way you carry yourself! The music that you play! The pride that you exude! It is all so magnificent!"

@@Vaporeon,@@Umbreon, @@Leafeon, Abigail blushed slightly at Elias's comment on 'beautiful Kalos women'. "Oh, uh, I wouldn't know about that... heh-heh..." She laughed nervously. Clearly, that comment had been directed as flattering, or even flirting, towards Abigail herself; she hadn't quite taken it that way, though. "He's right though, but, I certainly wouldn't say the most beautiful is from Kalos... that honor goes to Sinnoh..." her blushing intensified. Her sudden fluster distracted her from the mental battle that had occurred between Elias's and Cilla's pokemon. She snapped back to attention, though, when Elias tried to excuse himself. "yeah, come on with us, Elias. No sense in traveling all alone, right?"

Ambrosia "So... they didn't really know each other beforehand, then?" Ambrosia thought to herself, trying to comprehend the situation at hoof with more clarity. Something that did not escape her notice, however, was Mirage seeming to flirt with the stallion. "Huh... well, um..." Doubts started to creep into her mind, "is she just like that with everypony? Or maybe she doesn't realize that her actions could be thought of as such?" She had been certain that she was of special interest to Mirage, and that had made her feel ecstatic. The thought that she would casually flirt with just anypony was upsetting, "maybe I just had the wrong idea..." Ambrosia didn't let these disheartening thoughts show on her face, though. She kept a measured smile and perked up posture throughout the two other ponies' conversation. Ambrosia considered the stallion again. He certainly had mentioned some interesting things to match his interesting aesthetic. Despite seeming outwardly like Mirage, his voice and mannerisms were noticeably different. It was as if though he was deliberately trying to align himself more with his Equestrian heritage, but neither did he seem ashamed of his more exotic heritage, given his attire. She had to admit, for a stallion, he was quite intriguing. She had no problem with being dragged along on an adventure; she had nowhere to be and nothing pressing to attend to. Further more, this Bardic stallion seemed to have more hefty luggage with him then Ambrosia had. She wasn't too fond of letting herself mooch off somepony else, but she didn't have much to offer at this point. Her stomach rumbled, a most uncouth sound, but it brought up a point that she would've otherwise been embarrassed to admit, "hey, if we're going to be on the road for a while, we should perhaps stock up on some... provisions, right?"

@@Vaporeon,@@Leafeon, @@Umbreon, "Oh, non-non! I should've been looking where I was going, I'm sorry." She waved off the concern she thought she heard from the boy. He was being somewhat sarcastic, of course, but Abigail wasn't particularly attentive to his tone, as she was just broken out of her reverie. The krabby in her arms, however, snipped its pincers, clearly irritated by the shock of bumping into someone. "Oh, and I'm sorry to you, too, Jeanne. Please, no need to be so upset." "koo..." She finally brought her full attention, and her gaze, to the person she bumped into. He was an odd looking fellow, or at least his attire was. Not that it was anything particularly special, on paper. No, it was how he wore it. It was as if though the person didn't know that their collar was popped, and their shirt wasn't fully tucked in. But there was something familiar about him, some sort of distinctive air about him that Abigail had noticed before, some time ago. She looked him in the eyes, but it was if though he wasn't looking back, at least not the way an average person would. Then, Abigail heard a distinctly familiar voice calling her name, and she turned to see Cilla greeting her, and a smile reappeared on Abigail's face, "oh, bonjour Cilla! Yeah, I'm ready to go!"