Burying money [mod] [done]

[katya]

Turns out old habits die hard.

Griff was completely aware that the police could find him anywhere in the world if they wanted to, and besides that, they'd already caught him, hence them being able to locate him whenever they'd wish. Furthermore, besides for the £2000 or so he and Volta had acquired in the Dancing Ducklett, Griff hadn't done anything illegal. You know, besides pickpocketing a well-dressed man's wallet and having Volta extract another £1000 out of an ATM from his credit card while standing in the security camera's blind spot. And he did pawn a "fire stone" to a young traveler for a steal at £500, nevermind that it was just a glittering rock with paint splattered on.

But besides all that, he'd been clean of crime--totally and completely. ...Okay, he also stole the shovel he used to dig the hole he buried the money in, but come on, he wasn't going to spend good money on a shovel. All in all, Griff had absolutely no reason to trace the city's outskirts, searching for places to hide and paths to flee by should worse come to worst. He'd already buried the £3000 in the early morning hours (if the Nexivus police force caught up to him, he'd have had a hard time explaining those sums away as battle earnings.), and now he looked for the hidden, most discreet alleys that fed out of the city.

Griff didn't feel safe. He didn't know if he'd ever feel safe, not after spending more than half his life dodging the law. He supposed not, but a part of him hoped it was just a matter of time. No one was after him now--Griff wasn't paranoid, he believed that he was safe now, but there was that lingering doubt, a fear that good things never last forever. Nothing good in his life had, after all.

So now Griff wandered outside of Feathering City, familiarizing himself with all the nearby routes simply because he didn't have a single shred of optimism in him.

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[NumchucksIsBAMF]

Bidoof!
Male, level 2
Tackle

This Bidoof was the doofiest of Bidoof's. Of course, doofy was a good thing; it meant that he had long, magnificent, teeth, shiny bulbs of hair, the beadiest of eyes and, of course, the best personality in the god-damn world. Unsurprisingly, all of this led to a world class ego. He was currently wondering around picking fights with random Pokemon. He hadn't won any so far - he hadn't yet fainted, thanks to the fact that the moment someone touched his perfect teeth he cried mercy - but he could feel a win in him yet. He could feel it in his hair-bulbs.

It wasn't long before he found the thing that he was sure he'd win against; a pink haired tall thing. He scoffed, unable to hide his disapproval of the thing: it's eyes were huge an ugly, it's hair was spiky (how could it live without hair-bulbs on it's chin and butt?!), and he couldn't even see it's teeth. Clearly it hadn't yet grown past the larvae stages of whatever its species was.

And clearly, the doofiest of Bidoof's don't get out much.

He ran at the tall thing, trying to ram into it. It would be silly to just ask it, after all; it was probably too stupid to understand doof-ish.

[katya]

Griff heard the Bidoof coming, although it took him a moment before he realized the sound of a pokemon charging was coming from somewhere around ground level. Then he spotted the doofiest Bidoof and wondered what he'd done to karmically deserve being assaulted by a buck-toothed furry thing at this hour in the day--then Griff remembered the grand majority his life decisions and stopped wondering.

It was still early morning; the sun had come up and it was full daylight, but most of the non-nocturnal world was still asleep, although it seemed this this magnificent creature was an early bird. Too bad. If it'd slept in, it could've avoided a headache.

He could've moved out of the way, Griff realized in hindsight. The little pokemon was charging straight ahead, and the slightest side step in either direction would've been the smarter, cleverer move. Unfortunately, Griff was neither at his thinking best nor dextrous best at this hour (although in his opinion, at this hour, he was still ahead of half the human population at least), so that thought didn't occur to him until after the fact. Griff's first thought was that something was charging at him with vainglorious efforts to approach a ballistic speed, and that Griff himself was armed with a stolen shovel.

Griff took the shovel and planted its wide blade into the ground square in front of the Bidoof's trajectory.

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[Ava]

Being doofy also meant taking in the surroundings slowly, carefully… or, in other words, barely at all. Hence why the bidoof, barreling forwards at the extreme speed of ten miles per hour, ran straight into the shovel that had magically materialized in thin air. The entire, thick body of the beaver pokemon quivered with the impact, which had created a loud Dong! noise. Falling sluggishly onto the ground, bidoof spluttered, ”bid bid dooooof.” However, the thick-skulled pokemon didn’t give up. After a few woozy moments it attempted to rise to its feet.

Still obviously wobbly from bolting head on into a shovel, the bidoof glared obtusely up at the tall human. He gathered his energy, inhaled, and tumbled forward into the man’s legs in a failed tackle attempt. It was still such a young pokemon—only level two!—and the shovel plus previous fights had sapped the rest of its strength. Growling unconsciously, the bidoof started to curl up around Griff’s feet in a daze, only really thinking about sleep and the safe little pillars he’d apparently just found to pass out under…

Bidoof… passed out!

[katya]

Well... now what? Was he supposed to just up and leave? Maybe that would be for the best, darwinism and all holding true. Tomorrow, the bidoof would probably get up and charge himself into a wall until it died, given its surplus of keen intellect. If he hadn't thought that, Griff would've upped and left, but then he figured it wouldn't hurt to take care of his good deed for the day before noon. Then he could a proper criminal for the rest of the day--or not a criminal at all, as Griff supposed was the whole point of him training pokemon.

(Perhaps he should consider putting the bidoof in a pokeball and training it on the longterm? ...No. Even if it'd give Sprite a riot, that was just... no. Griff had standards.)

Griff stepped back from the bidoof, who had apparently decided that he was a great source of shade. Tentatively, he took the shovel up from the ground and scooped up the bidoof with it. He carried the bidoof to the nearest tree with a bit of shade (sure, he could've carried the bidoof in his arms, but Griff had to admit he wasn't too inclined to touch the damn thing just in case its stupidity was catching), then Griff called Sprite out.

<Sol,> the solosis grumped.

"Wake it up. Then tell it to not be an idiot." Sprite transmitted a succinct series of thoughts and images: that of many, many bidoofs of time gone by being idiots. Griff shrugged in response. "Well, if it won't listen to neither reason nor reality, smack it with a psywave, and we can walk off like this never happened."

Sprite fixed Griff with a deadpan stare that in no small terms suggested that they should, in fact, walk off right now and not waste their time. Nevertheless, Sprite turned to the bidoof and scowled at it, using his telepathy attempt to stir the bidoof awake again.

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[NumchucksIsBAMF]

Bidoof!

Doofy Bidoof's had the greatest dreams. Dreams of being loved by everyone and everything - though he truly believed that that was hardly a dream - dreams of getting all the doofy girl-Bidoof, dreams of cake, and dreams of... odd boogers? Boogers that told him that he needed to wake up.

Yes, the 'doof rising was coming!

He shot up, giving the other Pokemon a salute. Or rather, he shot up and accidentally punched himself in the head. He was rather woozy from the collision with the shovel. In fact, the 'doof rising was probably all a hallucination. Hundreds of Bidoof, just like he were probably not planning on fighting the humans, taking over their homes, and watching their TV's. Probably.

< S...sir! I am up and... reporting for duty! Who shall perish at my doofliness?! > the Bidoof asked, starting out with quiet, disjointed words (he really needed to remember not to run that fast in places shovels could materialise) and ending with a formal, precise tone. By this time, the Bidoof had managed to salute properly.

[katya]

Sprite made no comment as he stirred the bidoof's mind, but he did shudder with what could only be horror at what was in it (or what wasn't in it, perhaps). Everything on his face said that he thought this was a dumb idea, but Sprite at least humored Griff. Maybe somewhere in Sprite's black, academic little heart, he felt that this bidoof needed a bit of help too.

Then the bidoof woke up and punched itself in the face.

Okay. Some pokemon were beyond help.

As the bidoof recovered from its own blow, it prattered in words that Griff couldn't even begin to understand. Sprite turned to Griff with a firm I told you so in his level stare. Griff sighed in return, because Sprite was right, as per usual. "What's the damn thing saying now--"

Sprite scoffed and didn't bother translating the bidoof's words into thoughts and images. Instead, he shot a wave of psychedelic light over the bidoof. <Losis,> Sprite said, in same tone he'd regard a dead cockroach in his pokeball.

Sprite used Psywave!
lv07 ~ Magic Guard ~ Psywave, Reflect, Rollout, Acid Armor

[NumchucksIsBAMF]

Bidoof!
Male, level 2
Tackle

Possibly suffering some permanent brain damage, the Bidoof believed that the psybeam was his attack order. 'in front of you, private! Attack in front of you!' is what he could of sworn it meant. Not wanting to be the reason that this mission was a failure - TV was at stake, after all! - he decided that it would be best to fight.

He could win this thing!

He reached back, expecting to find some sort of gun, though there was nothing but fur. He scowled, an effect slightly diminished by his doofy teeth. He still had to fight the good fight! He looked from left to right, making sure that there were no enemies ready to hit him while he ran, then started barrelling forward in another tackle.

[katya]

Sprite looked downright flabbergasted that the bidoof still wanted to fight. Griff, on the other hand, began to understand that meaning of no good deed goes unpunished. He was never, ever going to try to help out a wild pokemon again. Ever. At least none with buckteeth. (It was the buckteeth, Griff was convinced, and Sprite voiced his concurrence in his mind. He'd heard that problems with teeth could leak into the gums and then into the brain by sheer proximity, and both Griff and Sprite had to admit, the size of this bidoof's teeth were compensating for something.)

Griff stepped out of the bidoof's line of sight, taking the shovel with him just in case. He trusted Sprite to handle himself just fine against a pokemon of this calibre--or lack of calibre--so Griff busied himself with his phone, pushing buttons until he got the video camera up and running.

Sprite floated off to the side to evade the tackle, quite unimpressed with the bidoof's effort. By the looks of it, he was equally unimpressed with Griff's camera finesse. "What? This is most ridiculous thing I've seen in a while. You go on and do your thing."

<Solos,> he whined, but then the solosis spun about and rushed forward in the first circling of a Rollout.

Sprite dodged and used Rollout!
lv07 ~ Magic Guard ~ Psywave, Reflect, Rollout, Acid Armor

[NumchucksIsBAMF]

Bidoof!
Male, level 2
Tackle

The Bidoof continued running long after he should of hit the other Pokemon, though stopped just before he hit a large rock. He stood up properly, trying to work out just what had happened. He was charging at his enemy, and then his enemy was gone, just like last time! He screwed his mouth up, thinking hard, when suddenly the thing hit his back. His eyes widened with shocked pain, and he let out a quiet yelp before turning around to face the psychic type.

He'd get payback!

His beady eyes were ablaze with anger, his teeth were gleaming menacingly in the rising sun, and his hair bulbs were messy. He looked ridiculous, but at this moment he was sure that he was the most intimidating thing to have ever lived. Not only intimidating, but also the strongest! He started running at the other Pokemon again, hoping to finally hit it.

[katya]

Sprite looked back at Griff in disbelief. Griff wasn't to sure what Sprite disbelieved, either that the Bidoof was still moving or that Griff was still recording. The former surprised Griff too, but then again, Rollout never started out with much power. As for the later... well, that was simply Griff's method for coping with the existence of heretofore unforeseen levels of intelligence.

"Just keep bulldozing it over, man," Griff said. "How hard could it be? I knocked it out with a shovel last go about, and I don't have any of your fancy psychic tricks."

The tackle struck the solosis, who looked insulted at the mere thought that he could be touched by lesser beings. Then again, that was the same expression Sprite wore whenever Griff admitted to having not read Professor Oak's entire bibliography. <Sooool,> Sprite whined.

As a precaution, Sprite used Reflect to set up a glittering wall around himself, and then he ducked his head down and spun towards the Bidoof again.

Sprite used Reflect and Psywave!
lv07 ~ Magic Guard ~ Psywave, Reflect, Rollout, Acid Armor

[TSAVO]

Bidoof was overly pleased with himself for finally landing a hit on the Pokemon before him. He felt so much more accomplished before, wanting to dance for his accomplishment. In no time, he would win and the TVs would be his! Overly pleased, he allowed himself to become distracted once more. Now he had proven himself as the strongest of pokemon, he had hit the enemy! He would show this tall, purple haired creature and its companions that he was the best of the best, the strongest of the strongest. They should have never messed up his hair bulbs!

However, in his glory, he had made the greatest mistake and removed his eyes from the other pokemon. Suddenly, it was attacking him once more! With a squeal, he curled up into a battle. Doing his best to put his butt beneath him to protect those hair bulbs and his front feet around his face bulbs, he would make sure they did not become any more messy than before. He had gotten pay back... only to be hit again? But had he not knocked this thing out? He had hit it straight on and he was soo strong and scary...

Peaking up at the opponent, he noticed something glowing and glittering around it. Somewhat amazed by the wall, he did not seem to move. The wall seemed to be mesmerizing him, plus he was going to trick this thing anyway. Pretend to be dead, then suddenly strike out of no where! That was his plan. That was how he was going to help the rest of the Bidoof army and kill these creatures to steal their televisions! Not to mention, he could use a chance to catch his breath...

Bidoof is resting!

[katya]

Griff assumed the damned bidoof was dead, but Sprite corrected him. <Solo sol>, the pokemon drawled, rolling his eyes skywards. The problem with attempting to deceive a telepathic pokemone was, in fact, that they were telepathic. Griff had no such advantage and, quite frankly, if the bidoof had spontaneously combusted, he wouldn't have been much surprised. He even could've justified it as the bidoof's brain overheating as it tested it beyond its capacities.

"You sure that thing's not immortal?" Griff asked. Sprite shrugged--or he would've if he had shoulders--and reminded Griff that it'd only taken two attacks. "It ran into a shovel too, and it hit itself too." Sprite only offered a purposeful silence in response to that, not bothering to waste time to explain how a shovel hardly counted as an attack in the pokemon's book.

Sprite shuddered as he considered the bidoof's thoughts, and Griff figured it was better not to ask what the solosis saw in the bidoof's mind. Clinically, he drew himself back and spun out into another Rollout.

Sprite used Rollout!
lv07 ~ Magic Guard ~ Psywave, Reflect, Rollout, Acid Armor

[TSAVO]

The Bidoof watched them as they spoke of him, but continued to play dead. Resting as he tried to build up some more energy. His breathing was more labored than ever and he had very little strength left in his pulsing muscles. Still, he could not loose! He just had to win. He had to be able to get all those wonderful things that the Bidoof did not have! However, at this point, he did not bother to move much. Still doing his best to protect his wonderful hair buds, he watched in fright as teh psychic pokemon attacked him once more.

It still had the bright mystical field around it which amazed the Bidoof. It made him wonder if the field was another one of those fancy ma-jigs he and the other Bidoof's planned on taking, wondering how he could get it off the pokemon and take it for himself. It seemed like a rather difficult task, but the Bidoof were doof's and could surely do it! He no longer felt like the strongest or most intimidating, but that did not mean that he was ready to give up yet. He just needed another... minute or two. Maybe a day. A night's rest would be good.

He yawned and closed his eyes, starting to doze off as the wonderful dreams filled his head once more. However, suddenly the pokemon hit him again, a strong Rollout hitting him and knocking him backward. Flopping onto his back, his feet twitched and he was done. He closed his eyes and fell back into his dream land. The pokemon had knocked him out, but it seemed as if it might be a good thing, since now the Bidoof could go on dreaming about the world were he had the televisions and what not for a while longer.

Bidoof Fainted!

Sprite gained ONE level.