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  1. Supernovae
    OOC: Double post, sorry just disregard this.
  2. Supernovae
    Clint reeled back during Oak's talk, hoping to not garner any more negative attention to himself, during the talk Oak started talking about several science things that were a bit too complicated for Clint. He looked down and away as he had always done in school when a question popped up that was a bit over his head and that's when he noticed his Tyrogue slowly creeping up behind Logan's Chimchar. "Oh shi-" Clint started before it was too late, the Tyrogue had decided it was going to attack the opposing Chimchar.
  3. Supernovae
    Clint frowned after Logan had thrown out his pokemon, despite his huge advantage Clint knew that he had already lost. Clint had grown up a fighter, the streets would have crushed him had he not, and he knew that the only reason someone gets into a 'friendly fight' was to prove themselves. They weren't trying to rob each other, they hadn't offended each other to the point where words couldn't resolve the issue, and most importantly they weren't from rival gangs, this was in fact just a friendly fight, where they could only prove each other's worth to one another and to the group as a whole, and there lied Clint's main disadvantage. If Clint won by using the gigantic earthworm he called his pimp, he wouldn't really prove anything, however if he lost while using his giant, he would be a laughing stock, since he had antagonized the fight. In short Clint had nothing to gain and everything to lose.Clint had also realized a general ineptitude from Oak during this time, he didn't seem to be interfering ... yet, but there was only a limited amount of time until the other military officers came back and who knows how they would react to Clint's behavior. Putting this all together, Clint realized a sure-fire way out of the predicament he found himself in, a one on one. "Alright, Logan since we ain't too great on time, and I don't want big pimpin' here knockin' the buildin' over or nothin', why don't we just keep it a friendly one on one?" Clint proposed, hoping Logan would accept, "I'll just call back this skyscraper and you can pick either one of your guys to fight my Tyrogue." Clint grabbed the ball that was labeled Onix from his pocket and began fumbling with it until he figured out how to recall his massive Onix. "Alright Tyrouge, let's knock some heads aroun'!" The small spiky-headed lizard, eye's lit up, despite being insulted by it's new master just a few minutes ago it seemed as though the creature was overly excited about it's chance to battle. Tyrogue quickly ran up to Clint and looked up at him, then at his still bickering opponets and smashed his knuckles together signifying he was ready for a brawl. "So who's it gonna be?" Clint asked his opponet, "The turtle or the monkey?"
  4. Supernovae
    Clint was half listening to the others grill Oak in a fury, when he realized he was the only one to release his monsters, then he heard Logan ask him what he just released. "This bad boy right here?" He asked rhetorically turning to Logan, "The ball called this one an Onix, but this is my big money P-I-M-P, right here ya feel?" Clint said turning back to Logan, then continued before Logan had a chance to answer"I know, I know you're jealous cause this bad boy is by far the biggest, baddest monster you've all seen so far, but it's cool cause if ya have to go up against me I'll be sure he takes it a little easy on ya." Clint was gleaming as the giant rock creature looked obediantly at his new master. Then he turned back to Logan, "Why don't ya see what you got goin on for ya, I mean it can't be any more destructive than the big pimp I got right here."
  5. Supernovae
    Sorry if I jumped the gun, just didn't think it'd be in character for Clint to wait around, however if there's a problem with him summoning his pokes I'll change it, and if anyone has any better pictures, let me know I'd be happy to change them.
  6. Supernovae
    After the fight, Clint looked down at his two spheres he had just been given "Tyrogue and Onyx, man I wonder what this means. I think I heard him say that Erick's guys were Piplup and Ralts, though those two didn't seem nearly as cool as that damn bengal tiger dude we saw last night." He heard Nathan ask something along the lines of his own questions last night but decided to ignore them. Clint was just too curious about what his monsters looked like, the curiousity had eaten at him during the entirety of Erick and Surge's fight, and eventually he couldn't contain his own curiosity any longer, he decided to go for it. Clint threw both his balls on the ground, first summoning the tiny figher Tyrogue, then the mighty rock snake Onyx. After summoning Onyx Clint's face couldn't have looked more excited, the giant monster's head scraped up on the ceiling, it's tail ripped through the floor beneath it, it was surely a dominating pressence, one which couldn't be over-looked. "AWW HELL YEAH!" Clint cheered out, this was the monster he had been waiting for, then his eye's meant Tyrogue's, the little spiky-headed skinny little monster. "Well, at least the Onyx is cool, but you gonna need a work out little man," He said with an air of dissapointment.
  7. Supernovae
    Clint looked back at Sid, he didn't want to talk to him, he knew his type, he'd been around them his whole life, yet just as Erick had given him a chance, he knew he would have to as well. "Man, have ya seen those things in action?" Clint said shifting up in his chair a bit, "One day I got the call from my ex she was yellin' for me to come home, somethin' had happened next door, I got home and the neighbor's girl explained it to me, apparently his rotweiler was shootin' fire out all over the damn place, so I grabbed my gun and ran next door.." Clint looked down, "When I got over there, it wasn't just a dog in that house it was somethin' else, it was one of them, I shot it before it had the chance to see me, but the damn thing didn' go down, shot after shot, roun' after roun' the thing just took the bullets, after a while I placed a bullet in it's head and it stopped breathin'." Clint shuttered, remembering the incident then continued, "Whateva these things are, man I just know that we want 'em on our side."
  8. Supernovae
    While Dr. Ray was giving his speech, Clint was still writhing over being ignored, when he asked his question "Well is dis man just gonna go ahead and answer everyone else but me," He felt a bit insignificant and insecure, feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. In fact, these feeling were eating him up so much that he had completely stopped listening to Dr. Ray, and had started contemplating walking out, that was until Dr. Ray decided to summon his beast. When he saw the gigantic creature emerge from a ball of light, his insecurity completely stopped, in fact just about every thought he could muster was completely stopped. Clint for the first time in his life was in utter shock, he couldn't come up with a smart quip if he wanted to. Then he heard Dr. Ray say it, he would be getting one of his tomorrow. Fear and excitement couldn't help but fill Clint up, he of course was excited and the possibility of having his own giant tiger-lion thing, but at the same time, how was he supposed to stop it from eating him. Questions were racing through his head, and instead of thinking about it, Clint did as he always did, he jumped in the conversation. "So, do ya think we're all gonna be gettin' one of dem? Or like some other one, cause I'm pretty sure most of the ones they been playin' on the 6 o'clock news, ya know the ones they got in China or Japan or wherever, well they ain't that bad ass, damn I sure hope I get one of dem."
  9. Supernovae
    I'll keep my Female Onyx (decided on the nickname Pimparella), and I'll take a Male Tyrogue (Rocky) instead of the Machop
  10. Supernovae
    I think in order for me to decide if it's ok for Nathan to encounter a Zapdos, we're going to have to figure out how we're treating legends in this RP. I mean if they're manufactured weapons only used by our unnamed enemy then probably not unless they were involved with Nathan's previous campaign, but if they're just incredibly rare and powerful mutations then I have no problem with it. Basically I have absolutely no problem with it as long as it makes sense to the RP.
  11. Supernovae
    If we do change the requirement from just gen. 1 starters, to any starter I'd like to switch my machop out for a male scraggy.
  12. Supernovae
    After the beating he had just seen taking place, Clint's heart just wouldn't stop beating. He had never been that helpless, especially when he saw someone he considered a friend getting smacked around. The thought jumped into his head multiple times, to speak out, perhaps defend his friend from the doctor, but something had held him back, some fear he wasn't quite used to. However, after the explanation of the entire showing being an illusion Clint didn't quite understand what had just happened. While the others asked questions he gave Erick a quick look over to see if he was ok and after he concluded that the kid was just shaken up, he decided to speak up. Clint started directly at Oak and Ray, then the words jumped from his mouth, "So what's the dealio? I mean if we got a job to do, don't ya think it's about time to stop foolin' aroun' with all your fancy science stuff and start tellin' us what we're supposed to be doin'?"
  13. Supernovae
    Clint listened thoroughly to every word Erick had to say while still puffing on his e-ciggarette, "Well, alright then this kid is the general's son, huh? Pretty good call on not clockin' him in the face!" Clint decided while listening to Erick's tale. Clint had seen some of the mutations first hand, one morning his ex-girlfriend called him up screaming and complaining that their neighbor's rotweiler had just transformed into some sort of fire-spewing demon. He came home to see it first hand, apparently that plague he'd heard about was true, Jerome's own loyal dog Bruiser had turned into a demon straight out of hell. Clint did the only thing he could think to do, he quietly snuck upstairs, grabbed the gun out of his drawer, walked next door and ended the pups life. "And to think this kid's dad organized the entire defense of a city and is famous and all that, and they stuck us in the same group? What's up wit dat?" Clint couldn't help wondering. After Erick was done his story and added the bit of awkwardness, Clint gave him an understanding nod, then placed his e-cig back in his bag and laid his head down for a nice nap. Not entirely realizing that the lieutenant would be back any minute and completely ignoring Sid's outcry. As Clint closed his eyes and Erick began his rant against unfair gambling Clint had one last thought before nodding off, "That Erick kid's got some balls, but he ain't got no street smarts, everyone knows ya don't go firing against a no good connin' thief, ya just ignore them until they drop the shit and act like a cool customer." Despite this thought though Clint couldn't help but admire Erick, he fondly recalled doing the same type of thing in his youth, and while nothing really came out of his experience he couldn't help but hope Erick made the message clear to him.
  14. Supernovae
    Clint looked back at Erick, content with his response. "Nah, brotha can't say I've heard of ya pops," Clint responded trying to keep the conversation as light-hearted as possible. Clint never liked talking about people father's due to the complicated relationship he had with his own, so he tried to steer the subject a bit without re-creating any tension. "Is he a country singer or somethin'? I know those cats are real big down here, and ya got the guitar with ya, yeah he must be a singer, no other reason you'd be singin' in an army compound right?" After the words left Clint's mouth he realized how ignorant he had just been. "Damn it, I can't afford to fight this dude, he's way more clean cut than me they'll definately throw me out if I pull somethin' on the first day and I can't go back to the city, not with the way it is, I gotta make sure that ma' and the g-parents have money to take care of themselves, especially with all of the funky stuff that's goin' down now." Clint thought to himself, taking more drags off of the e-ciggarette, careful not to show any guilt. Clint had learnt a long time ago, that only the people that acted guilty of wrong doing, got caught, if you just pretended you were allowed to get away with whatever you wanted, then most people wouldn't bother making it an issue. At least Clint hoped that Erick was just as ignorant as the local police in his area, or at least wasn't offended by his comment enough to make a big deal about.
  15. Supernovae
    Clint, jumped back after hearing this and whipped around to see who had just stopped him. To his utter shock it was non-other than the whack-job who had just been singing a few minutes ago. "Man who is this fruit loop?" Clint muttered to himself baffled at what he had presumed to be a nutjob's, impressive knowledge of the subject. "Nah, it's not worth it, besides the kid's just trying to help and I really need this gig." Clint gently placed his hand on the interrupter's shoulder, "Thanks for the good look, kid," Clint said with a genuine look on his face and a twinkle in his eye, "Name's Clint, but most of the boys just call me Eastwood, ya know cause of the dude in those movies." Clint kept talking never quite sure when to shut his mouth, "Most of the ladies just call me magic, cause well ya know." Clint then started strolling back to his bunk and casually laid down while looking for something. "Ah, here she is," Clint said as he pulled out an e-cigarrette. "Never come unprepared, that's what my gramps used to tell me," He said as he took a long drag from the electronic cigarrette, "One-hundred percent water vapor, totally safe and legal to smoke indoors," Clint repeated from some add he had become familiar with as he took another drag. "Say kid, you gotta name or somethin'?" Clint then asked as he sat back up and looked at the guy who stopped him from walking outside.
  16. Supernovae
    Clint sat on the bunk in the far back of the room paying the other recruits no mind. Instead he was trying to get his head around the idea of military time. "Lights out at 22:00? What the hell does that mean?" Clint thought to himself, "Not like it matters or nothin', everyone knows I ain't had a bed time since I was a baby and no military suit gonna tell me otherwise." Clint smirked to himself and reached down into his bag to grab a cigarrette when he finally noticed that Erick was singing. Clint began to say something to him then quickly changed his mind. "Some freaks ain't worth botherin' with." Clint thought to himself as he started to walk outside of the bunker.
  17. Supernovae
    Clint flicked his cigarette and walked up to the screen and firmly placed one hand on it... "How do you work this damned thing?" Clint mumbled to himself before he started frantically smacking the screen. Eventually, by some coincidence Clint happened to place both hands on the screen. After reading the passage Clint finally signed I, Clint Cannon, Hereby do except these conditions. OOC: I know I haven't been approved, but I figured I'm already behind, so if you don't end up accepting me just delete this post.
  18. Supernovae
    Sorry about the late sign-up Char. Name: Clint Cannon Char. Age: 23 Starting partners: Tyrogue (Male), Onyx (Female) Personality: Clint Cannon is too cool for school. Clint often waits to the last minute to do anything, takes nothing overly seriously and generally can't be bothered. Despite all of this Clint still finds a way to achieve throughout his life, most likely due to an overabundance of confidence and a dominating physical stature. The only thing that Clint is seemingly great at is believing he is great and punching things and while he can't be considered dumb he has a complete lack of common sense. Appearance: Clint is a rough-tough kid from the street, looking guy. Often wears a leather jacket and has messy hair with an unshapely chin strap. As for physical appearance Clint is roughly 6'3" and is pretty stockily built, definitely not someone you'd want to tackle head on in a street fight. Home state/town: New York City Pic (optional): Other/ additional details: (Sorry for the late sign-up, just became a member and thought this looked really interesting.)
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