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route_10652010-06-09 02:27 pm
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LEVEL GRINDING
Who: Mao, Open
Where: Mahogany Town
When: Wednesday morning
Summary: The pokes are too high level, but somehow, Mao will make his Sneasel stronger!
Rating: T for Teen, prolly due to language.
Log:
Bright and early was never the way Mao did things.
But if he was going to get rid of this horrifying boredom and get his minion up to speed, he had to break the monotony somehow. Fiddling with his Pokegear, Mao glanced up at hisminion partner, to see what he knew.
"In the words of a certain racer, show me your moves!" Mao crowed. "Let me see if you're just some cutesy thing or if can you rend entire towns!"
"Sneasel." The pokemon blinked at its master's crazy nerdishness. It did, however, understand. Taking a moment to flex its claws, the Sneasel showed off a scratch attack against the tree, leaving a noticeable mark.
Mao stared. "...we have a ways to go. The good news is I see potential. Great potential!" And he was in fact, huffing and puffing, barely able to hold off that drool. "But now, still the issue is, how do I make you stronger? I don't have any candies, the wildlife around here is double our strength, and stupid laws and lack of powers keep me from fighting you myself. Hmmm..." And he was pacing again, still racking his brains on how to do this.
Sneasel? It was more than happy to go back scratching that tree.
Where: Mahogany Town
When: Wednesday morning
Summary: The pokes are too high level, but somehow, Mao will make his Sneasel stronger!
Rating: T for Teen, prolly due to language.
Log:
Bright and early was never the way Mao did things.
But if he was going to get rid of this horrifying boredom and get his minion up to speed, he had to break the monotony somehow. Fiddling with his Pokegear, Mao glanced up at his
"In the words of a certain racer, show me your moves!" Mao crowed. "Let me see if you're just some cutesy thing or if can you rend entire towns!"
"Sneasel." The pokemon blinked at its master's crazy nerdishness. It did, however, understand. Taking a moment to flex its claws, the Sneasel showed off a scratch attack against the tree, leaving a noticeable mark.
Mao stared. "...we have a ways to go. The good news is I see potential. Great potential!" And he was in fact, huffing and puffing, barely able to hold off that drool. "But now, still the issue is, how do I make you stronger? I don't have any candies, the wildlife around here is double our strength, and stupid laws and lack of powers keep me from fighting you myself. Hmmm..." And he was pacing again, still racking his brains on how to do this.
Sneasel? It was more than happy to go back scratching that tree.