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Caught at Level 5
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- Aquila is just as feisty as Manny, if not more so. He's wild and aggressive, not afraid to bloody his beak if need be. Already, he has taken one chunk out of Manny in a panic, and it's more than likely he'll do so again. Aquila is a fighter, but he fights blindly, on pure instinct. Obedience isn't his strong suit.
Ability: Sheer Force
Weight: 23.1 lbs
EXP Rate: Slow
EXP Gauge: (18/22)
EXP Gained: 11
Total Stats: 99
- Attack: 29 (30%)
- Defense: 20
- Sp. Attack: 13
- Sp. Defense: 17
- Speed: 20
5. Fury Attack
Walking was hard. It wasn't the sort of thing that sounded hard, but it just was. The terrain of far West Godai was a dusty, scrubby mess of formless land. A brisk winter wind was continuously blowing in Manny's face no matter how much she screamed at it and asked it why it couldn't just change directions already. The sun was intense in the sky, crisp and clear and unforgiving. Suffice to say, she ended up with chapped lips and a pretty intense sunburn after the first few miles.
Manny's face was bright Corphish red within a few hours of walking. Part of her knew her mother would have said something smug, chiding her for her obviously idiocy, but that only made Manny keep walking. She wasn't about to stop, especially with the idea of Jackie nagging her in the back of her head.
And so it was that Manny walked and walked and walked, the monotony of it setting her teeth on edge and making her snappier than usual. Sometimes she heard the passing of a distant car and shouted at it, cursing its luck. Mostly she just talked to Aquila every once in awhile.
"Can't you just whip your wings and do something about this fricking wind?" she asked the fluffy chick clinging to her jacket.
Aquila scrawed in reply, clenching his talons so deep Manny felt them prick her chest.
"Ugh, that's a no. Useless little brat." Though Manny's words were harsh, there was a certain fondness in her eyes. It was easy to miss, but there it was. She did appreciate her partner. It was too bad that he seemed intent on tearing a series of large holes in Manny's favorite jacket. First the bite to the arm, and now these claw marks. She'd have to try to fix it up once she got to the next town over, not that Manny even knew how to sew.
Speaking of the bite wound, it twinged in pain whenever Manny so much as moved her arm, and her sleeve was just a little bit bloodstained. While the pain was uncomfortable and unbearably itchy as it scabbed over, the blood in her jacket made Manny just a little bit proud. The few trainers she had passed had looked at her like she was insane, and she'd chased after them for a little bit just to spite them. Not even trainers would stand up to someone who wanted to do them bodily harm, apparently.
All in all, by the time Manny reached a rest stop, she was both sweaty and shivering, her face bright red but her lips cracked, her hair all a-mess, and to top in all off she was wearing a ratty, bloody jacket full of holes.
The person running the place gave her an amused look and said, "Rough day?"
"Rough life?" Manny sneered right back. "It's the only thing that explains that face of yours."
"Oh," said the woman. She was not actually unattractive, with a chubby, heart-shaped face granted a pixie-like quality but the slant of her eyes and the point of her chin. "Well, aren't you friendly?"
"Yeah, yeah," Manny dismissed her easily, yanking Aquila from her clothes and snarling as she heard them tear. "I need a place to lay down for a minute." Aquila gave a mighty shriek at being jostled so quickly. Both women cringed at the high-pitched sound.
"Get your bird to shut up and you can sit anywhere you like," the woman rubbed her temples. "I can feel the migraine coming now."
Torn between being more fed up with Aquila for making such a ruckus and the lady for presuming she had any right to tell Manny's Pokemon to shut up, Manny ultimately decided that she needed to sit down. "Get back in your ball if you're gonna be a snot about everything," she grumbled, whipping out Aquila's Pokeball and returning him to it. The dirty deed done, Manny more fully entered the building.
It smelled like flowers and it looked like them too. Anything that could possibly have a floral print had one, including the dress of the woman lounging behind the desk. "Thanks," said she, pushing her thumb in soothing circles across the side of her head. At Manny's glower, she blinked and put her other hand up defensively. "Nevermind, wow. Sit wherever you want. I sell flowers, too, but something tells me you're not interested."
"Something tells you right," Manny scoffed, flopping hard onto a paisley couch. "Why would I want your dumb allergy puffs?"
"Oh, I don't know. They're pretty?"
"Sure, pretty useless."
Manny busied herself pulling off her jacket and inspecting the damage while the woman behind the counter blinked stupidly. A scowl deepened on her face, growing ever more severe as she fingered the frayed hole on the sleeve. It hadn't seemed so bad at first, but now that she was looking at it, Manny could tell it was one bad tear away from falling off. She spat a few colorful words and, with surprising care, set the jacket to the side.
Her dress was sleeveless and, without her jacket to cover her arms, Manny was chilled. She itched at the scab on her arm, peeling away little bits of redblack crust. When the blood started welling up again, Manny winced and stopped, mumbling yet another curse.