Anxiety Trials is a Pokemon Special sandbox RP. We are a friendly, no-fuss site where you don't have to worry about posting 24/7, but when you've got the muse. We are based loosely around the Pokemon Special/Adventures manga, though set in a slightly alternate universe. If you're looking for a fun place to explore what life with Pokemon would be like, hopefully we're the place for you!
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★ Recent ★
4th Feb 14
As those of you who have been with us for a while can see, we've done some updating on the site. To our new membes, welcome! We've reverted to our original name and are going to move forward with six month! See all our new, updated summaries in the "Need to Knows" section for a full run-down on what has happened!
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★ Weather ★
Feb, March, April
Snow is starting to melt in most regions, they are beginning to see Spring
ANXIETY TRIALS was created by Fate. The skin which includes the Board Mod, Mini Profile and Sidebar are created by Dorothia @ Adoxography. The tabbed sidebar was created by kimset of RPG D'. Plug ins were made by their respective PB Support member. All other information which includes but is not limited to, Character Plots, Character Applications and more belong to their rightful owner. Pokemon/Pokemon Special is the property of Nintendo.
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Unova was having such a nice turn of weather, considering the time of year. Certainly the air was crisp and cool but it was sunny enough that if you looked up too much you would feel the force of the sun in your eyes and instantly regret it. Crystal was however, not silly enough to do that. She was instead wearing her hat and focusing on the ground as she walked through the region with the largest cities. The route she was on was covered in grass of varying lengths as she was out doing what Crysal did best. Capturing.
When Crystal was in another region, old habits died hard. She couldn't help herself, half the time, even when she knew that she had officially registered all of the pokemon in the region in her Pokedex. The professor's assistant couldn't resist flying out into the field with a great number of pokeballs and her critcal capture team, desperate to do their thing. That wonderful thing where they could stand without fear in a field full of pokemon and capture a great number of them. Even though she had no need to give the pokemon chase, she enjoyed it. It was what she was known for - she was the Capturer, after all.
The female dex holder had shed her lab coat for something more casual - more relaxed - and her bubble-shaped hat courtesy of her mother was placed firmly on her head, low twin-tails peeking out from the bottom of it. Running boots fell in the gravel as she happily travelled through the tall grass, checking each of her pokeballs to make sure her team were ready in case of any wild pokemon attacks. Her mind was mostly set on finding an Audino somewhere in a spot of shaky grass - they were her best bet when it came to the shaky grasses. And they were certainly useful, she could even give them to pokemon centres should they need them.
Taking her stance in the grass and memorising the order her pokeballs appeared in, she waited patiently. She couldn't see anything, the grass was as tall as she was, but that didn't bother her. It just meant that when a pokemon attacked it was much more of a surprise. Keen eyes were trained for any sort of movement, used to every environment for pokemon catching possible. The sun bore down and she practically turned on the spot, listening and hoping that something would appear. The rustling of grass from behind her had her ready and waiting, taking a pokeball off her belt in anticipation. [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; 435 tags;; dae as N notes;; so this should be a fun meeting, lolololol[/style][/classy]
[STYLE=font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]made by gimmick/echo of BtN and GS[/style]
[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] It seemed like a great idea, wandering around Unova again, exploring every place that he had seen before. The tall grass was soothing as was the open sky and the sun shining down. Ever since he had been released from his room he had never liked to be inside anymore, even preferring to sleep outside, even though that could spell more danger for him. He had sometimes went inside when it was really needed, but even then he had been fidgety and inhaled deeply when he was back outside. Besides in buildings there weren't any Pokemon and he still found it easier to talk to them than he did with another human being.
A fact that would have frustrated many, but it never truly bothered him. He was content like he was living now, travelling, meeting more Pokemon and the occasional chat with either White or Black. Although even that had been so long ago, it seemed. He absently considered that he should change this and then his attention turned to the Zoroark when the Pokemon suddenly halted. His lips parting to ask what it was.
The Zoroark had slipped away before N could think of stopping the fox Pokemon or asking his question, not that he had been planning to do anything of the sorts, preferring to let the Pokemon do whatever they wished. Although he still felt bad that one of them didn't have that privilege, not if he wanted Reshiram to level some cities in its rage against Zekrom and that was not something he desired. His eyes wide and staring after the rustling grass, a figure in the distance and he could make out some things as the color of their clothes. He frowned and then his lips pressed into a thin line when he noticed the red and white ball into her hands and stalked closer. Ready to tell her how wrong she was to use those devices, especially because it already seemed like she had a full team.
Would she lock them up somewhere too, to be forgotten unless she needed them for one reason or another? The thought was maddening. His hands balled into fists and his step picked up a notch. Her shape became clearer and clearer and he started to notice more details that gave him a small clue on gender, age and how she dressed. Yet his eyes seemed to be more focused on the capturing device that she held than anything else.
The Zoroark seemed to have something akin the same idea and stood up behind her, peering over her shoulder and at the ball into her hands. He didn't touch it however, knowing that a wrong touch could suck him in, although since he was technically already owned by someone. His gaze briefly turned to were said Trainer was and then turned his attention back to the girl, before deciding to take a few steps back from her. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]She had sensed a pokemon and a pokemon had appeared, though for a few long moments Crystal noticed nothing. She was about to lower the pokeball when the movement away from her shoulder a little ways distrated her enough to look straight back at the Zoroark. She stiffened in her place. Though she had caught a Zorua and a Zoroark before, this one had to have extreme levels of evasion. Perhaps even more so than its illusionary ability. Her analytical mind raced through the different tests and different answers that this pokemon, when observed, might bring to her findings. She let her smile turn into more of a smirk where she stood.
Crystal had a few options - she could start a battle right there, she could test whether it was actually an illusion or she could attempt to run. The latter was not in her nature, but she did not want to initiate a battle with an illusion. And it wasn't like she hadn't completed critical captures before when a pokemon was at full health. She glanced at the capturing device in her hand and grinned. Well, it would both be a test of it's strength and whether or not it was an illusion, that was for sure.
In the way that only Crystal could, she dropped the device from the air and her leg swung around, "I don't know where you came from, Zoroark, but no pokemon stalks me and gets away with it. You're mine!" There was sheer determination in her voice as the toe of her shoe collided with the pokeball, sending it spinning very quickly towards the Zoroark. It made contact - she heard it make contact with the fur of the pokemon - but the button did not enable. At all.
Crystal looked confused as the pokeball fell to the ground uselessly, its effectiveness worn off after a single failed used. She looked confused for a few moments, before registering very quickly what must have been the case. "You're a trainer pokemon? But where is your trainer?" [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; a few tags;; dae as N notes;; xP sorry this is so crap [/style][/classy]
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[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] The Zoroark observed her back, maybe seeing all of the gears turning in her head and feeling some sense of amusement from it as his own lifted as if to ask what was wrong. He did take a few steps back however after a short while, stopped invading her private space and awaited what she would do. Although in the end it was pretty clear, she was one of those so called Trainers who caught Pokemon and in the end did nothing with them. He wanted to take the pokeball from her and crush it, he was a lot more bitter than N was about this subject. While N had only heard tales, he had encountered it first hand before he had been rescued.
Her smile transformed lightly, the Pokemon noticed and then he spotted N standing a lot closer than he had before, almost upon her and his own mouth seemed to curve upwards. His shape crouching lightly as if finally deciding that he should attack her. He heard his Trainer's voice, blurry because of the distance, calling for him to come back and stop bothering Trainers before he got in trouble. It was to say that the Zoroark ignored his Trainer. Even if he hadn't ignored it, he would have stopped in his tracks as the female Trainer moved.
His gaze scanned the pokeball as it flew and then it was kicked toward him. He growled lowly when it hit his chest, bouncing harmlessly away soon afterward and his paw actually came up to rub briefly at the fur there as if he was hurt, or at least felt it. He then moved once more as if to ask if she was serious. She thought that he would be caught just like that? He would have laughed if he could and now his Trainer was behind her as she looked confused.
She asked him something and he nodded at the first question, before looking over her shoulder and pointing at the green haired Trainer behind her. The young man in question looked at her just like the Zoroark had done "You're a trainer?" He questioned softly, lips pursed tightly together into a frown. He could somewhat guess already what for Trainer she was and already could tell that he disliked it. She caught Pokemon like it was nothing and left them in the personal computers that enabled someone to change their teams at will. It was disgusting. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
words: 409 | tagged: Crystal | notes: Alikeness.
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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Crystal was quite confused by this Zoroark. It seemed to be playing with her but she couldn't be quite certain of that and she didn't want to enrage it to the point where it tore her to shreds. She quite liked her body in one piece and the thought of those razor sharp claws ripping into her flesh was enough to make her take a few steps away from the Pokemon and reconsider her tactics. He did have a trainer, obviously, and she was annoyed that she hadn't figured that before she had wasted a pokeball. It lay useless and broken on the ground and she eyed it briefly before a voice knocked her out of her daze.
Turning to face N - and recognising his features from the amount of research she had done on Unova's pokemon and region - her brows furrowed and the capturer folded her arms carefully in front of her chest. Twin tails wiggled as she nodded her head once, "Yes, I'm a trainer. I didn't realise this Zoroark had a trainer or I would not have wasted a Pokeball on it. I apologise, N." His name (letter? whatever you wanted to call it) was used to demonstrate her knowledge of who he was. She however shared the opposite view. She was the capturer, yes, and though she trained only her team, she did make certain to visit and get to know the pokemon she had captured.
Crystal blue eyes locked on his as he frowned at her. She attempted to drop her stance from one of defense but merely managed to pry her arms apart and perch them on her hips as she looked him over. "My name is Crystal. I am a Pokedex Holder from Johto and I am here on business from Professor Oak. Your Zoroark seemed to possess a rare trait and I was interseted in him for study, as I am sure the professor would agree. Once more I apologise for attempting to capture another's Pokemon, I am merely following my job description as the Capturer."
Well, perhaps that probably wasn't the best thing to say, but Crystal was proud of her title. She was proud that in terms of sheer numbers, she had outmatched everyone on Pokearth. Every pokemon whom had been discovered - except their shiny forms, unfortunately - she had managed to capture a sample of. It was a rare feat indeed and no man or woman had matched her in talent when it came to the skill of capturing pokemon. "You must understand that it was just seeming like a good opportunity for business. And the pokemon did sneak up on me whilst I was standing still, also. Gave me quite the fright, really." She was gearing herself up for the fight in him. Because somehow she was fairly certain there wouldn't be much they agreed on. [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; 487 tags;; dae as N notes;; xP I don't brain things. Sorry if things are munted right now. xD [/style][/classy]
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[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] Zoroark seemed to catch up on that and he moved, claws on his front paws flexing as if he considered nothing more than ripping her slowly apart. He wasn't that angry though, otherwise he wouldn't have hesitated, although the foul look he aimed at the destroyed Pokeball could've told another tale entirely. His gaze returned back to the female trainer however, not about to lose her out of his sight. He didn't fear another Pokeball flying at him, but one didn't know how foolish some humans could be. He perked up when he heard his Trainer's voice a lot closer and moved slowly back to his side as if he hadn't done anything, ignoring the brief look that the green haired male shot him.
The use of his name was ignored or at least it seemed to be ignored for the moment. The green-haired Trainer wondered for a moment how she knew about him, before deciding that it didn't matter, the black fox thought differently however, growling lowly. It seemed that both had been correct and N's lips thinned in an expression that could've only been disgust. She thought that an apologize alone would work on him? She thought wrong. His attention turned slowly away and to the Zoroark by his side, the Illusion Pokemon just looked back and then to the female Trainer again. N's gaze turned to her again as well "Right.."
He nearly growled this time, his own shape drawing to his own rather impressive height "You just capture Pokemon for that?" He spat out, his emotions making that he talked a bit faster than he should've done "It is clear that you don't care about them." He continued, chin dropping to his chest and gray eyes glaring at her. She didn't even ask the Pokemon if they wanted to be studied, just assumed that she could pluck them out of the wild. He pulled back of a sudden, mentioning to Zoroark who moved again, walking around her and searching for the Pokeballs she owned and didn't hold a Pokemon in them. He would avoid other Pokemon experiencing what she had most likely done to countless others before.
Crystal's next words only made the belief stronger in his mind and his lips curled into a disgusted sneer "Only business?" He spoke up, before shaking his head slowly "You truly are disgusting..." He stated, aiming a look toward the Zoroark who was still moving. He hadn't given the order, yet he wondered how it would turn out. The fox was smart enough after all, he clenched his teeth soon though and called out to the Zoroark who raised his head and wandered over. The illusion of Pokeballs held in his claws and throwing a grin at Crystal. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Crystal wasn't pleased with what she was looking at. The Zoroark and his trainer were both playing on her nerves, which were already at their end considering the possibilities of facing up against someone whom had been the leader of a criminal organisation. A hero of her own region, the idea was slightly sickening, but her training partner being Gold and learning under her seniors Red, Green, Blue and Yellow meant that she knew better than anyone how to execute a battle without taking too much damage. She flexed her fingers as she met N's gaze before allowing her eyes to make their way over to the Zoroark.
The disgust did not go unnoticed, and she wanted to slap the slimy look from his face. Pretty boy he may be, but she had her profession and she was good at it. She was not some sleazy capture-all-abandon-all type and she knew that. Regardless of how he judged her, she was proud of the way she treated each and every one of her pokemon. "I capture pokemon to learn about their natures, their ways of life and their quirks. I capture pokemon because I'm good at it and it assists the professors, who all wish to learn more about Pokemon every day."
Crystal was taken aback by his next words, and she snarled loudly. "You don't know me and have no right to judge on that matter. Every pokemon I capture I know intimately. Each has a name and a personality. They are not stored in boxes for vain bragging rights, but to be learned from. I spend time with each of them on the ranch they are kept at while I assist Professor Oak. I resent that you would assume I do not care for my Pokemon, they are my friends, my partners and my life." She narrowed her gaze at him, then turned to the zoroark. Illusion it may have been, but the pokedex holder was now on the warpath.
"It seems that Black and White were wrong about you turning over a new leaf. If you do not return my belongings to me immediately I will report you to the rangers for thievery. It is not your place to judge. And it is legal to capture pokemon, so I would win. You may once have been 'King N' of the killer Team Plasma, the team who hurt and stole from people, but that gives you no right to continue that." She released Arckee, who stood defensively by her side, and Megaree who took a stance to her other. The fire and grass types glared N and his pokemon down.
"Return my belongings or you will both be reported and captured by myself. I am Crystal of the Johto Dex Holders, and I will not see you commit a criminal offense to me." [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; 486 tags;; dae as N notes;; xD She is not a happy camper. >> Careful of her legs, she's got one hell of a kick. [/style][/classy]
[STYLE=font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]made by gimmick/echo of BtN and GS[/style]
[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] N did not want it to turn into a fight, although even he seemed to realize that it slowly turned that way and his expression would've reflected sadness and annoyance and yet there was nothing he could do to change it. If there was a way in the first place, he figured he could apologize, but why apologize when he knew that he was right? She could say what he wanted, in his eyes she would remain the same vile creature that locked Pokemon away. Instead his expression remained quite dull as it always was when he was with people he didn't trust or when he didn't know how to handle something. His eyes connected with hers for a moment and then the Zoroark growled lowly again when her eyes connected with the illusion Pokemon's.
He did jerk back as if slapped and he stared at her, long and hard. His lips pursing together once more and still reflecting some of the disgust on his features "You capture them.." He echoed dully, his arms crossed in front of his chest "To learn about them?" He shook his head slowly from side to side as if merely disappointed now "Why isn't it good enough to observe them in their natural surroundings?" He finally burst out, fingers clenching tightly around his upper arms and nearly making himself wince. The disgust was wiped away and only reflected sadness and something that maybe could've been desperation "You say you wish to learn about them, but how?" He continued in the same voice "When you take them away from their families, their homes?"
What he had wanted to say had been said and he listened to her. A ranch? It was better than stored away in a computer, that was true, but still the fact remained that they had been captured, had been torn away from what they had known and he looked away from her. She called them her partners and friends? He did not know what to think of that. If she put it like that, it wasn't all that wrong, he pondered that he would have to see for himself in the end to see how they were holding up. Nonetheless, it wouldn't be easy to change his thoughts about Pokemon having to remain in the wild, or at least with a Trainer who didn't want to 'brag about it' as she had said. He knew about those, of course, those still disgusted him the most.
The Zoroark simply looked at her, ignoring his Trainer's look and tossed one of the illusions in the air with something like a taunting expression on his features. Even the Arcanine and Meganium went ignored, although N observed them and found the urge to strike a conversation with them, already taking an almost unconscious step forward. His lips pursed together again though and he looked back at her "Those who where loyal to me did so with a good reason." He spoke up, not yet snapping out in anger "What those who believed Ghetsis did is... regrettable." He had started working on trying to fix it, but of course it never was as easy as he had always thought it was. It was mostly the thoughts that people like her harbored that it made it so.
He once more looked at the Zoroark who still seemed to be in the mood to taunt her and the illusion was kept in his arms, before he 'picked' up a Pokeball, putting unseen pressure on it to 'break' the object. Something like glitters slowly falling to the ground and disappearing halfway. N sighed "Zoroark.." The fox looked at him, before relaxing his arms and letting the Pokeballs fade and the glow disappear from his eyes. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Whether or not N had wanted the conversation to turn into a fight, Crystal was on the edge. When someone dared to call her disrespectful of pokemon, dared to call her anything but less than absolutely loving, well she would be insulted, of course. Her hands balled into fists as she looked him over. It was utterly infuriating for him to insult her so. And he was just standing there as if she really was the devil and he some angel in disguise. Perhaps that was what irked her more than anything. Her eyes lowered as she reached up to press a hand into Arckee's fur, the Arcanine standing protectively over her as he looked over at N.
Perhaps N may have been a friend to pokemon, but any time someone threatened or upset Crystal, he would be there to take care of her. The blunette stood and met his eyes sternly, "There are certain things their environment can't tell us. The Pokemon we capture are treated kindly and when the time comes, they are released back into the wild should they seem to be at all upset. I might not be able to 'speak' to Pokemon the same way you can, but I understand them enough to know when they are unhappy. I would never cage or harm a Pokemon, and we do not capture Pokemon young enough to need the care of their mothers."
She frowned, "Besides, did you ever stop to think that if Pokemon really disliked being captured, if they were really so unhappy with being trained and domesticated, that they would stay? Pokemon have abilities and moves far beyond human capabilities, and could easily rebel. There are some people who would mistreat them if they were to act up, surely, but if a Pokemon disliked you that much, don't you think the trainer would realise from being attacked? Pokemon enjoy the companionship as much as people do, and when they are captured, they find new homes. They find new families. It is unfair to think that all trainers are bad simply because we have an interest in the way they are raised."
Crystal's eyes locked on N's - unwaveringly confident in her job and in her position as a trainer. "My Pokemon left their lives to come with me, willingly. They had families and lives on the mountain, before I even opened a pokeball, they had chosen me. They taught me about companionship and about care, so I would never harm them, nor would I harm any other wild Pokemon for the sake of a capture. Even my methods do not involve fainting the pokemon, I have a very particular way that my Pokemon taught me. It wasn't even on my own."
She breathed out in annoyance. "Regrettable. They should be put in jail. Perhaps they were loyal to you, but most of them were still pokethieves. They still did things to people who could have used educating, rather than having their companions stolen out from their noses. Had you ever thought about that? If you thought people were so cruel, why not TEACH them how to be better to their pokemon?" Crystal was clearly on edge, and Arckee nuzzled against her shoulder briefly, causing her to soften and turn to him, where she stroked the fuzz that covered his face.
The illusion broken, she relaxed a little more. "Playing tricks like that are just as wrong as genuinely thieving. My pokeballs are important to me. As important as the happiness of Pokemon is to you, they are part of who I am and pretending to steal them, however false, is low."
Crystal was a dexy on the edge. [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; 615 tags;; dae as N notes;; she's so angry ALL THE TIME [/style][/classy]
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[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] While he was wrong, he had not seen a lot of people who had been respectful and loving to their Pokemon, although there had been those who had proven him wrong. Yet the automatic assumption that they where the worst lingered there, sometimes causing fights that he could have avoided if he simply would change his mind set. He crossed his arms in front of his chest when she looked him over, not even lowering them when she lowered her gaze, simply switching his gaze to stare both at her and the Arcanine by her side. He was quite tense, he found and tried his best to ignore it.
He huffed lightly, before nodding his head very slowly "I suppose... I can see the truth in that." He finally managed to say. His expression made clear that he still didn't like it though, but it was already something that he had agreed to the first thing. He simply stared at her when she kept speaking, features almost blank this time and then he sighed softly "It seems almost unbelievable." He murmured, switching his gaze to stare at the sky overhead "But.." A brief swipe of his tongue over his lips "I guess I shall believe you.... for now." Another huge step.
N jerked his head to the Zoroark who stood by his side and his lips tugged down "You really think so?" He spoke in the midst of the gesture "Zoroark did.... could not leave the trainer who had abused him." He keeps looking at the black fox Pokemon "He was but a Zoroa who was cowed into staying for years, until my.... Ghetsis took him away." He flickered his gaze back to her "It took me months to gain his friendship, nearly a year before I first could touch him.." He straightened again, shaking his head slowly once more "Some would be able to escape their abusive trainers, but some can't."
His arms crossed themselves anew and he looked at his arms "Is it that bad for wanting to help them, when they are unable to say something?" She continued though and he shook his head again "Maybe my view is warped by all the abused Pokemon I had called friends." He said, before looking up at her again "I have seen many abusive trainers, only a few who truly did care about their Pokemon and who had their friendship." A faint tilt of the head "Is it that strange for me to have this view, with all I have seen?"
"It gladdens me to hear that.." A faint dipping of the head "I apologize for my assumptions, but one never can be sure.." That was most likely the only apology she would gain from him too.
"Be better to their Pokemon?" He echoed, before again shaking his head "Do you not think I have tried?" He continued, before sighing softly and shrugging his shoulders as if he suddenly gave up into trying to make his point "In some cases, taking the Pokemon away was the best bet for both parties involved." His eyes flickered up again then though "Actually, I never encouraged stealing Pokemon away, only if it was absolutely necessary."
A shrug of the shoulder once more "I should apologize for Zoroark's behavior." His lips twitched into something that maybe could've been a smile "He... does enjoy his..... pranks, however unsuitable they might be." The Pokemon by his side gave a good impression of laughing and spreading his lips into a mockery of a grin. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable][STYLE=position: absolute; z-index: 25; float: left; background: #0b578e; width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-left: -35px; margin-top: 80px; line-height: 0] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: left; border: 10px solid #0284e2; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: -56px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Crystal's tension around N was not easing. It was quite apparent that as two people they were not the most compatible. They had very different beliefs in what was right and what was wrong. She had no problem with those who captured Pokemon, she had no problem with Professor Oak and his need to learn more and more about the Pokemon of the world, but this man before her thought the things that she and the others on the research team were wrong for doing the things that they enjoyed.
Just because he could talk to some abused Pokemon didn't mean that every single one was abused. They were just the ones shouting loudest, but she doubted that he who was so intent on forcing them away from their trainers would ever see it that way. She leant against her Arcanine, her face pressing into his fur for a few moments as if the closeness to her dearest and oldest friend might be enough to comfort her.
Except it wasn't quite enough, considering the tone of N's voice. "You speak as if they're the majority, people who abuse and treat their Pokemon with hatred. You're wrong, they're just the voices you hear loudest. One of my seniors, Yellow, too, has the ability to communicate with Pokemon and she has never reported that the majority of Pokemon are sad or unhappy with the places they are. You don't hear the happy ones because they don't need to have such a loud voice, they don't need the help. But those Pokemon were still taken, some made sadder by the fact that their trainers thought, from your speeches, that they were making their Pokemon unhappy. You were the cause of some of their sadness."
Crystal's hands closed around the fur on the Arcanine's neck as he growled at the Zoroark softly, not certain that the other Pokemon wasn't eyeing up his trainer for another attack - whether it be physical or another mind trick.
Crystal let out a sigh as she watched the Zoroark. "Not all Pokemon could get away, I understand that. But you need to try harder. Instead of making speeches about how they should all release Pokemon, make speeches about ways that particular Pokemon like to be treated. Pikachu like cheek massages, because it stimulates their electricity. Mareep like to be brushed for the same reason. Flareon do better in warmer weather but if you make sure their coat is maintained they will still thrive in cooler climates. Things like those, that's the lessons you should be teaching, rather than preaching about how they are all terrible."
She let out another, slightly annoyed breath of air. "Apology accepted, but the pranks should be kept to a minimum. Just because you don't agree with something gives you no right to affect someone elses ability. You are not a king anymore."
There was a finality in her voice, and she turned her head to the Arcanine, "So perhaps you should start acting like everyone else does now and respect their wishes too." [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 25; float: right; background: #0b578e; width: 50px; height: 50px; -webkit-transform:rotate(45deg); margin-right: -25px; margin-top: -60px] [/style][classy=scroll][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 50; float: right; padding: 5px; background: #0284e2; margin-right: -35px; margin-top: -35px; height: 40px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; color: #aec9dd; margin-bottom: -30px]words;; 518 tags;; dae as N notes;; she's so angry ALL THE TIME [/style][/classy]
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[/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 40; background: #f8f8f8; padding: 20px 10px 40px 10px; text-align: justify; color: #abbac5; ]Unova was having such a nice turn of weather, considering the time of year. Certainly the air was crisp and cool but it was sunny enough that if you looked up too much you would feel the force of the sun in your eyes and instantly regret it. Crystal was however, not silly enough to do that. She was instead wearing her hat and focusing on the ground as she walked through the region with the largest cities. The route she was on was covered in grass of varying lengths as she was out doing what Crysal did best. Capturing. 
