¤Game¤ Dragon Tamers Battle Range v.23 {MA Pidgeot}

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Alive! And with a short tale of a new buddy. Too much fun writing this piece.

Maybe it's...

With all their wins and losses today, one would think that the last thing Rapp and Mossjito needed was another battle. Surely, after the VelociGrovyles, the Lava Room and its intensity all the way to the Pond room and its immensity-one would THINK that Mossy would just force his trainer into just saying no.

He did. Vines stretched up and crossed in front of Rapp's visual range, forcing the humanoid to look down at his grassy partner. Moss made an angry face-imperceptible since looking through a Tangela's vines to see its face was akin to staring down darkness and asking for it to show you its goodies. Rapp reached out for the vines, in order to move them aside, but Mossy would not budge.

"This...is you telling me the Blizzard room is off limits?" Rapp asked nonchalantly, to which Mossy retracted its snakelike appendages and nodded. "That's fine. I'm getting really hungry anyway. Maybe we should go back to the other tower and investigate the restaurant?"

The notion of a large cup of tea was too appealing to pass up and Mossy gave Rapp an affectionate look. Rapp smiled as well, hoisting his Pokmeon up and setting him on his shoulder. The pair headed through the Center, and then outside, eager to walk back over to the East Tower.


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It wasn't long before the door to the East Tower split apart, allowing entry for Rapp and Mossjito. Unlike their previous visit, they did not make a beeline for battle. Instead, the stairwell was reached, ascended and departed from, all in the quest to be encumbered by smells.

And smells they were! Food from all regions of Ulthuan was being served here, in nicely rationed quantities. This also was the most crowded room to their surprise as Pokemon and Trainers lounged around, enjoying stories of past conquest and current dreams, of future goals and present dilemmas. Choosing where to sit was not hard, as Mossy trotted away from Rapp in order to secure an open spot.

As the grass Pokemon wrapped its vines around a smaller table to hold it in place, there was a loud crash, followed by some strange hooting and hollering. An owl like Pokemon was flying and cawing quite irritatingly at something large and pink on the ground. The pink blob moved once, and started to pick up the plates that it seemed to have dropped.

"What's all the commotion about Moss?" Rapp asked, setting the teapot on the table and claiming the chair that Mossy was unraveling its vines from. Moss shook his head as it rose to stand on the table, whipping out its teacup and wafting the scent of the tea through its vines. Ahh stinging sensation of heat paired with the lively burst of peppermint. Mossjito couldn't be happier.

The pink blob however, came right over to Rapp and Mossjito's table, evidently hiding the tears that it seemed to be shedding after that disastrous fall. She wiped her bald head and looked at the pair, her mouth shut for the moment. In her hand was a small paper with a check list on it. Mossjito was confused, but Rapp was ...enthralled.

Her stunning shape was something rarely seen in the Pokemon world, a stocky creature that held herself well. There was something about her vacant stare that left Rapp spellbound, and he knew that he had to talk to her, or risk losing her forever. Heart rate began to elevate as he stammered out a sentence. "C-C-Can I have a chicken Cordon bleu sandwich?"

Mossjito stared back at Rapp, perplexed. The heck was going on here? He turned to the blob, and stared, unsure what Rapp was staring at so intensely. So what if she was a bit more fit than other Pokemon of her species, and she had a devilishly cute smile. So what if she always seemed to keep her poise -that mirrored a plus-sized fashion model?

In no time at all, Mossy was under the spell as well. The Pokemon, however, seemed completely oblivious to the both of them, and merely licked one of the boxes, before trotting away. Once out of sight, both Rapp and Mossy noted a quite warm sensation on their bodies. It grew from Rapp's hands, and Mossy's feet. Looking down upon the table, they realized that Mossy was still pouring tea into his cup. Both Trainer and Pokemon jumped back and Mossy set the tea down. That...that charlatan caused him to lose some of his precious tea!!!!

"Now calm down Mossy. You were just as enthralled as I was about her. It only makes sense we lost some concentration. I don't think she even knows what she's doing here." The explanation sounded reasonable, coming from Rapp, but Mossy couldn't quite piece it together. It wouldn't be long before they both sensed her return, mainly as jeers came from another section of the room. They turned, to see her being chased by a strange walking octopus who did not seem to approve of her at all. She ran back to their table, tossing the sandwich atop it and glaring at the tea spill.

Mossy and Rapp both backed away from the glaring waitress, who seemed to be quite frustrated at this new discovery. Without a blink, she waved her hands, forcing both Trainer and Pokemon to move from the table, Rapp lifting Mossy up just in case. Out flew a massive muscle from her mouth, which in one deft swipe, cleared the table. The cordon sandwich was balanced adeptly so as not to be touched due to the plate it was on. Mossy claimed it, and she nodded, before retracting said muscle and canting her head to the side as they sat back down, staring her her the entire time.

These two were exhibiting it as well, the strange eye goggling that she didn't quite welcome, but also didn't deny. It didn't work on those other jeering Pokemon, and she always got picked on because of it. But these two, this boy and this grass shoot, they had something about them that she liked. Backing away, she flashed them a smile-before a coarse voice shouted through the restaurant.

"HEY! PINKY! GET OVER HERE AND DELIVER THIS TO TABLE 7. AND DON'T DROP IT THIS TIME!"

Despondent sigh emanated from her form, and she tucked her head down, heading back to the kitchen. Once again, once she was far enough away, Rapp and Moss broke out of their trance.

"Oh wow, Mossy, that's a excellent Pokemon." Mossy nodded, and then turned to Rapp, who grew a stoic face, and stared directly at him.

" I don't know how else to put this. We gotta have her join us."

This took Mossy for a loop. He knew that at some point they would have to grow as a team, but the addition of a third team member was strange and new. It might make for more lively banter, and it would also NOT make him the sole focus for battles...

Great! Mossy gave an affirmative nod, before looking back to the kitchen window.

"PINKY. GO BACK TO THE WAITING AREA, AND DROP THAT APRON! YOU'VE DROPPED TOO MANY PLATES TODAY. No good Pokemon, it eats better than it serves!" "Pinky"-as she seemed to be called, seemed to be pleading to stay, but the chef seemed to have had enough. Some jeers came from the side of the room where she was and Pinky tucked her head down, feeling dejected. She made her way past other waiter Pokemon that flew or slid through the aisles and headed for the door.

"H-Hey. Hey...Pinky?"

Ugh. That name drove her crazy. She whirled around, ready to give the speaker a tongue lashing, and was surprised to see the nature boy and his grass shoot approach. The look in their eyes was wild, intense even, and she was not sure what to make of it. Canting her head to one side, that alluring aspect was created again, and Rapp took a deep breath in order to contradict it.

"I'm not sure what it is about you, but you are a very appealing Pokemon."

Immediately, people's head began to turn. What was this boy talking about with this Lickitung?

"I was wondering...if you wanted to join us. We're looking to become stronger and I figure you might make a great addition to our team." The pink blob stared at them both and then stared at her audience. She HATED the restaurant buisness, and always DREAMED about leaving here and making it to a big city. But, as she raised her hands, she was still awfully young, and not hardened by the energy of many battles.

"That's alright. Let Mossy here and I help you with that. You'll be amazing in no time."

The Lickitung thought about this offer, and waddled toward the door. Maybe she should? They seemed eager enough to have her, and there was nothing to visibly gain on their end, since she really didn't know too many attacks. Maybe these two would be a good fit for her.

As she debated, Moss tugged on Rapp's jacket. He raised some vines up, and formed them into heart shapes, before breaking them apart. Mossy nodded, whispering a reply.

"I don't know either Mossy. Maybe she doesn't know she's doing it. Maybe she's born with it..." He didn't finish his sentence as the pink Pokemon waddled over, glad to accept their offer. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and licked Mossy, as a sign of affection-and that was the kicker that threw Mossy completely off of cloud nine. Instantly covered in Licki saliva, he suddenly felt NO attraction to her whatsoever.

He pointed at Rapp, who wasn't sure what Mossy was so adamant about now AFTER being licked. Licki nodded and Rapp barely got a breath of objection out before he got tongued by this chick. Once the moment had passed, Rapp took three deep breaths, and looked down at Licki.

Yeap, no alluring mechanism at all. "It's as if your saliva shuts-Oooh that's why. Thanks Moss! Someday we'll get that under control." The Tangela bowed and Licki smiled for a moment. But when Rapp uttered her "name", she shuddered and glared at him, mouthing off a few times. Rapp turned to Mossy-who helped translate that she hates what she was called here, and she has a name which she'd love to have.

"Well then, what shall we call you, Miss?" as Rapp opened the door to the restaurant for them to exit." "Maybe--" Cut off, "Licky" and Moss would answer for him. Hearing it, Rap nodded, in complete agreement.

"...It's Maybelline."