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"Mount up... we need to get into cover." The earth grumbled beneath them, shivering slightly as Crux's Onix made his presence known. Joanna looked around. The few remaining ferals she could see were scattered. Some drove on toward the city while others fled for the safety of the desert. She glanced...

The Poison Sting was on a bad trajectory, because the Sandslash had aimed for a bad target from a dumb angle. It was across and to the right of Joanna, so it had to shoot at an angle to hit her chest. But it didn't have to aim for her chest. It could have shot her anywhere and the poison would have ...

Joanna watched the Golem as it disappeared. It didn't leave any trace of its existence behind. Not after the flash of energy consumed it. But something was bothering her. Not the Golem's death. It was the silence that followed its death that kept her on edge. It felt different, somehow. She realized...

Joanna had long since jammed her thumbs into the cloth that was still wrapped around her head, pressuring her ears, hoping to save her hearing. Between Aker's portentous roars, the thunderous crack each Solar Beam made as it sundered the air, and the sandstorm's unceasing whiplash, she wasn't sure w...

In general, Rock type Pokemon are known and feared for their physical fortitude. Rock types are comprised of some of the hardiest Pokemon around, and Rhydon are no exception. A Rhydon's hide is essentially a slab of twenty-foot thick granite, and it only grows harder with age and experience. Complet...

Sorry I haven't been posting. Kinda hopin' other people would.. !

Joanna watched the ground as Sutekh slowed. Gazed ahead at the sandstorm: a fierce, menacing veil. Caught vague glimpses, bare outlines, of something that might have been a Pokemon through the storm. Large and slow, bipedal... a tail on one end? A Rhydon, maybe. Joanna wondered if she'd have seen it...

Crux was a little awkward as he worked the fabric. Not his hands. They were sure and steady. Fast, practiced movements, no hesitation, second nature. Something about the way he moved felt defensive. The distance he kept between them, the way his eyes never rested. Maybe he didn't trust her. Maybe he...

" Hold fast ", he'd said, and Joanna did. She flexed the muscles in her legs, tensing up, relaxing, bracing herself. Like riding a horse, she thought. I hope... She drew her breath in as the stone wyrm stirred to life beneath her. Tried to focus on keeping her balance as Crux called out to the Onix ...

"If you're doing this out of obligation it would be my honor to take your place…” The Machamp spoke slowly, in neutral tones, no distinguishable accent. Self-confident, calm, intelligent. Joanna shrugged, replied “Appreciate the offer, but I’d rather not separate you from your companion.”...

Joanna kept her eyes on Ingram as he rushed back to the Pokemon Center. He looked different, somehow. Not afraid. Disturbed, maybe. First by the newcomer’s report, then the advancing ferals. But his eyes and the set of his shoulders spoke of some kind of renewed determination. He was focused, not ...

The soles of her shoes were thin, and they made nights harder on her feet than they had to be. Haven's perimeter was composed of hard-packed earth, rocky and untended. She felt every jagged stone and pebble right through the soles, all night, every night, harassing her feet as if her shoes weren't ...

I'm a giraffe.

Woo! Gonna start typing up a post.

Happy Birthday. =)