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| Fordy | May 11 2010, 04:00 PM Post #1 | ||||||||||||||
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And the first round closed. The savage free-for-all had finished, and all the finalists and failures were whisked away from the arena. Those that didn't quite cut it were thanked for their participation and sent on their merry way, but those that moved on were handed hotel reservations. Five-star. Every whim and fancy would be supplied and taken, as long as they didn't leave the campus. An early reward for your success. But, the reason for the restrictions? They had something 'mighty special' coming up. With a smile and a wave, the event host remarked that it might be 'a while'. Quite the understatement. Still, the star-treatment kept you docile, at least for most of the time. Finally, several weeks later, the agitated contestants were released, and taken to the Championship Stadium in seclusion. You were lead into a room not unlike your hotel, except for the lack of windows. Those who had encountered the more devious side of Opaddeka might have been on edge, until the wall slid open, revealing a tinted window. The host's face appeared and began relaying instructions. "Hello, finalist! As we promised, we've cooked up something mighty special!" he said, smile stretching wall-to-wall. Then his head rapidly shrunk, and slid into the corner. Taking over the majority of the screen was a large phone icon. "I suppose I should tell you know, you only have two hours until the start of the final round. Just tap the phone to place a call to any other contestant, or to order pizza, whatever you'd like." Next, it was replaced with a leaderboard. "Here's the rankings at the moment. Outside of the other combatants names and Pokemon entrants, we have the number of Pokemon they fainted in the previous round, average deviation from full energy, and really, anything that can be turned into a stat." This too shrunk to the corner. This time a large camera materialized. "You'll be using this nifty gadget to manipulate the camera angles. That's right, you'll be spending this round in this room. It's simply not possible to place you in the stadium. I suppose this is a good time for the grand reveal?" And with that, the glass shifted from opaque to fully transparent. The stadium was completely transformed. In the very center was a lake at the bottom of a basin, fed by several rivers of varying size. Most of the valley was dirt, but the further from the lake you moved, the grassier things got, until you reached a treeline. The canopy grew thick and reminiscent of the Tromante Tropical Forest. At this point, you would have expected to see the beginning of the stands, but the forest bled into towering mountains, which you supposed were encasing the seating areas. "As you can see, we've given up the stadium part of the stadium. We're sacrificing a lot of revenue by getting rid of the seating... ticket prices would have been crazy." His face scrunched up as if he had smelled something vile. "Well, no matter, the entire region will be tuned in for this. The advertising is insane... I'm rambling. So, uh, you can see, quite the unique environment for this one. You might be wondering how you'll stay in contact with your Pokemon over such a large expanse. So, now is good time to send them out. He paused as six Pokeballs burst open in their own little rooms. "Alright, here goes." Within your heads you heard the computerized voice of a Porygon. "Connect?" In your own time you thought yes, and suddenly shared thoughts with your Pokemon. "Haha! Yes! Psychic technology, it's incredible. Now, no matter where you are, you can share commands with your Pokemon. Even share eyes with them, see what they see." His face was filled with glee. "To prevent any abuse or unfair knowledge, the only camera angles you can access, as I mentioned, will be those focused on your own Pokemon. Like a first-person or third-person shooter." He paused, and scrunched his forehead up as he racked his brains. "I believe that's all. Any questions, just tap the phone, you've got two hou-well, and hour and a half now-to prepare. See you shortly." It was sign of the Mele's desperation, to those who knew him, when his voice came over the airwaves. They wanted a trainer's input, someone who had been there to commentate. They'd exhausted all the appealing options, people were busy, or just didn't feel like it. Whatever they're reasons, the options had fallen to Aris Roscher. "Hello Pokemon fans and enthusiasts," he began, voice at first wavering as he improvised an opening, "and welcome to the second-ever Pokemon Grand Mele! I'm Aris Roscher, broadcasting live from the Pokemon League Championships Stadium, where the final round is about to begin. For those who are tuning in for the first time, our finalists are: Eisen Reynard and her Honchkrow." Photographs and a large leaderboard were flashed up on the screen. "Darucho Trio and his Xatu. Cerb E. Russ (boy is that a mouthful) and her Miltank. A bit of a surprise here, Sid Soulmourn will not be participating, and neither will the illustrious General Floyd, for his dirty bit of trickery. A joke, Floyd, I know you're listening. So, Nyro Yin, the fourth-place finisher, will be taking this spot, with her Houndoom. So, from the third group, we have Kaizanu Tyzin, with her Arcanine. And last but not least, Ben Summers with his Gallade." He launched into a description of the battlefield while a camera swept around the massive battlefield. "And that's that! This one is shaping up to be a barn-burner, no one has a clear advantage in this one. And this unique terrain will certainly factor into strategy and the overall make-up of the battle." Around the lake in the center of the stadium, six Pokemon materialized. "And, here we go!"
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| Luigi | May 12 2010, 04:39 AM Post #2 | ||||||||||||||
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= 0.4 for Fordy.Darucho could hardly believe the snowball of events that had happened ever since he entered this tournament simply for the fun of it and - if he was lucky to perhaps make new friends and companions along the way. Hed never expected to even get as far as he had, what with all the other awesome and plainly talented trainers in this as well: yet sticking by his chosen allies and friends in the first round had paid off dividends for him, as childish as placing hope in others so easily was. That and logically the chances of any of the friends he made bothering with him after the event was slim. Yet, if he knew this, he chose to ignore such facts. He had also been quite modest about the whole five-star hotel reservation thing: he only asked the folks at the hotel if it was okay to have his Pokemon sleep on the cushy, luxurious beds as well as him: he didnt want them to miss out on sleeping on such a soft, wondrous bed, after all. The very idea that someone like him should even get a look at such fancy-schmancy hotel, let alone go inside, was very surprising. Was this how much the finalists in tournaments in this region so far from home were treated all the time? He with his natural clumsiness had been very nervous about being in the place, not wanting to break anything: yet everyone in the hotels were so nice. He couldnt help thinking it was a shame all the other awesome trainers didnt get the chance to be smiled at by those hotel people, the hotel personage only smiling for the obviously important folks of the tournament: it made him shake his head. Really, they should be nice to everyone, not just important-looking folks! But the surprises and unexpectedness had not halted there, oh no. They would not even be battling in the trademark stadium this time, due to the cost being too much for seating in such a regard: they would be battling in a natural environment. A lake in the center had gently rippling waves, grand mountains in the very furthest regions of the background and flowing grass far away from said lake, swaying in a placid manner despite this being the final round, the whole natural aura of the place had a sense of calm. A sense of peace and tranquility, and it did make Darucho quite guilty to go ravaging up such a place as nice as this. But though he really liked this wonderful display of nature and did not wish to wreck it he still stayed where he was, not backing out in the slightest. His first reason for doing this was this: he and Layton had gotten this far. Why not see how much further their bond and the alliance based friendships formed here could take them? The second reason was because Darucho still had someone he wanted to help and stay loyal in his friendship, his alliance to until the very end: the lady and her Honchkrow who had been in the same group as them. Because Darucho had come here to try and possibly make friends: he should stay loyal to his alliances, even if the friendship associated with said alliance might be shorthe didnt care. He felt he should be loyal to any friendship he formed, no matter what kind of friendship it was. He didnt expect to be number one in this, he didnt want to win the whole thing. He was happy enough to say hed gotten this far through the power of friendship alone: and that might have perhaps given some good lessons to othersbesides, who would want all the fame that came with winning such a big event like this anyway? He preferred to be the anonymous Samaritan with his kindness: and it was obvious that if he placed high in this final round, he would not be able to remain as anonymous as he might like toattention and praises just bewildered and embarrassed his modest mind. Folks that strove for truth and just-ness in things didnt normally ask for accolades, after all. Yes, that was a rather childish thing to think, not to mention hopelessly nave and innocent. But Darucho was really a big kid at heart most of the time (excepting on the occasions when he was striving to uphold justice and truth, but that was another kettle of Goldeen altogether). Therefore, because he was such a hopeless, bumbling and at times clumsy kid at heart, it was only natural he should think such a thing. But though he had no intentions of winning this whole thing, and had a plan in his mind to officially back out if it looked like he could possibly get the number one spot: he was going to do his best to have fun and keep loyal to his friends while he was here. That was the main thing, here. As the trainers battling and their Pokemon were rattled off by the familiar face of the trainer with the Medicham whod been wiped out very early on in the first round for acting too hastily with a offensive attack, Darucho couldnt help but beam in excitement: this was going to be totally awesome, whatever happened today, that was for sure. The lady with her Honchkrow Coyote was there, of course although of course, he couldnt tell where she was right now. There was also a trainer with a Miltank, which reminded Darucho of the Goldenrod Gym back home in Jhoto (hed heard many a trainer complaining that Whitneys Miltank was a rotten cheat due to its annoyer move set), a lady with a Houndoom (he mentally making a note to himself to watch out for that one, as the dogs dark-type attacks would rip through Layton like paper) another lady with a regal-looking Arcanine and another guy with a Gallade, who seemed not too pleased with its trainer for some reason or another. Though Darucho didnt know who the guy wassomehow, he found his eyes fixating on the fellow. Had he seen that trainer before? He couldnt shake the strange sensation that he knew of this person yet he had never heard or seen of the fellow in his life. Hmmmit could be just a easily-dismissed strange feeling. But maybe he knew of the fellow indirectly? No, it couldnt be. As Darucho shook that thought firmly out of mind, he noted that himself and the fellow with the Gallade were the only guys left in the bout: these ladies certainly knew how to get things done battle-wise, and he as a rookie trainer felt quite at awe to see all these powerful Pokemon and to have gotten far enough to see such powerful trainers, despite him being fairly much still a rookie when it came to the overall level of his team. It was such an honor and a privilege, and he felt even more of a drive to make this as fun as possible for both himself and others because of how much of a honor it was to be here. Thoughts aside, he along with everyone else all released their Pokemon onto the battlefield, able to mentally converse with them over long-distances thanks to a rather special system that had been set up which was quite clever, in his opinion. That aside, thinking about thingseven though this was the final round of ultimate destiny ![]() Layton ![]() Ability: Synchronize Hp: 300/300 Currently: Attempting Tailwind & Lucky Chant. Edited by Luigi, May 12 2010, 04:40 AM.
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*My current avatar was not made by me - it was found on bulbagarden. Also, credit for the EPIC WIN Darucho sprite goes to the very talented Nyro, not me.*![]() 'I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed but I am bound to live the best life that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right and part from him when he goes wrong.' - Abraham Lincoln. Current APL: 15.8 Current GenExp: 27.0 *Currently waiting for Black and White Pokemon to be intergrated before getting mod for Tournament Mystery Egg.* Darucho's current benefits: 16 Fame points = Good natured Pokemon join Darucho's team more easily.40 Fame Points = Darucho's eggs hatch in three less posts.TOTAL POINT LEVEL = 45. Pokemon from Lvl 61 - 70 and lower will listen to Darucho, unless their current happiness enables him to battle with Pokemon of a slightly higher level. The Forest of Fury isn't 'angry' anymore: at least for him, anyway, due to him and his friends making many sacrifices to help the forest out. ~ Darucho's Profile ~ ~ Janet Corrida - Darucho's Rival's Profile ~ Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Nyro | May 13 2010, 05:47 PM Post #3 | ||||||||||||||
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The Ebon Flame
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.3 ![]() It was strange, being here in the finals. I mean, I had only taken fourth within my own bracket, but between the nice professor with the Swampert not showing and General Floyd being disqualified well, they had turned to me to fill the position. I had agreed, naturally-- I mean, who wouldnt want a second chance at taking the title? Besides, Angra Mainyu wanted another chance at that powerful Miltank that had downed him in the last match, and I really couldnt deny him such a chance. Stop daydreaming, mistress. I jumped at the sudden voice, my trench coat whipping through the air and I pivoted, my right leg rising to strike out at thin air wha? Lowering the appendage, my slate eyes scanned the small box they had led me to, the only other living being in its confines being my Houndour, and surely he couldnt-- Nice kick. A--Angra? Yes? Holy shit, this was awesome! Smiling, I reached down to stroke the Houndours silken fur, the bone plates upon his back warming my palms as I turned to stare at the man on the screen-- Aris, I remembered; from the match I had broadcasted weeks earlier-- listening to the last of his introduction, and then studying my opponents as they came up on the screen. The Honchkrow and Xatu were there, of course, as was the Miltank from our bracket. Miss Tyzin popped up next, to my surprise, her listing showing she had entered with an Arcanine-- so pretty-- followed by a man with a Gallade. Who do I attack first, Miss Yin? The throaty growl inquired, and I shrugged my shoulders in reply. You were excellent by yourself in the last battle, so you can have full reign over this one as well. I might throw in a bit of advice here in there, but Ill leave who to attack up to you. The leering smile that split his faade in two was almost enough to scare me I knew he would make the right choices, though, and bid him good luck as he left for the stadium, the odd effects of the arena taking effect to forcefully evolve him into a Houndoom once more. I chose to see through his eyes for now, to get a feel of the battleground as he darted his way toward the forest to hide himself deep within the calm foliage. This battle was definitely going to be something
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| Kaizanu | May 13 2010, 06:51 PM Post #4 | ||||||||||||||
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[ Gen.EXP ;; 0.3 ] Accompanied by her small fire dog, Kaizanu looked about the field. They were in the final round, and the rules had been switched up. With a glance to the fire dog, Kaizanu already knew she could communicate with her pokemon in a way no one else could understand, but the connection was definitely a plus. "Are we well?" she asked, keeping her voice low as to not arouse suspicion. She was a werewolf, so she had to try her best to keep her cool. Too much adrenaline, and she feared she might be forced to shift. "We are well." When he spoke of "we" it was different than when Kaizanu used it. He was a prince from a kingdom long gone, so his usage was for his people - the people that burned in his soul, ready to fight alongside him. One step into the arena ring, his leg blazed and suddenly, he grew several times his size, a majestic mane replacing his once bare neck. "We are ready." He grinned, fangs exposed. Ruin's paws were planted firm on the ground, feeling the earth beneath his paws. "I'll let the prince rule his kingdom," Kaizanu said, ruffling the dog's mane before heading off into the discrete room. She was left admiring the natural scenery from awkward camera angles that were always pointed down on her pokemon and no other. It was an interesting set up, to say the least. Don't let me down just yet, Kaizanu thought. She knew that her warmonger of a dog often lost his cool and ended up trying to eat his opponents, but with age, she hoped he had changed a little. But Ruin had changed little. He peered around. The world was so pristine; he almost desired to run into the lake and the rivers and splash around, instead of engage in battle. He spied his enemies - none were his friends. If anything, they were now all enemies, because there were no two winners this round. There was only The Winner. Ruin bowed his head to his opponents, regardless. He noted a houndoom close by and nodded his way. Maybe they could find kinship in being fire dogs, but who knew. Further on, a xatu appeared to hover slightly. Elsewhere, a miltank was being the solid tank it was. Somewhere, a honchkrow seemed ready to call down a murder. And not least of all, the gallade that was his ally in the last round. He nodded towards the sword-armed pokemon. "May the best 'mon win," he said, directed towards his old ally. If not an ally, now, Ruin did wish to call the gallade a friend. The bell tolled, and Ruin's ears flicked. The order from Kaizanu came, and the dog shifted towards his enemy. Charge.
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| Cerby | May 13 2010, 08:29 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||||
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So you wanna be a master?
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.3 ![]() ...well, this isn't going to go so well. The pink cow mooed, lifting her head and sniffing the air curiously as she scanned her surroundings. She could hear her trainer in an odd way, but she couldn't see her. "Miiiilll," Bess whined, her wiry tail giving a swish through the grass. Ssssh, cow. You'll give yourself away, and then you'll be dog meat. The Miltank folded her ears back and ducked down towards the ground, shivering. That dark dog in the last round had been bad enough, and now her trainer was broadcasting the mental image of a massive, hairy canine with large sharp teeth in her brain. And beef is NOT what's for dinner tonight. Bess nodded, though she only understood about half of what her trainer was trying to communicate. At this point Cerb was supposing she should have gone with an older Pokemon that had a tad more battle experience, but she had never meant for Bess to see too much combat until she was older. Too late now, at any rate. The camera showed her Miltank crouched down flat against the grass, her pink back just showing over the stalks along with the tips of her black hooded ears. Hunker up, hun. Take a drink if you need one, but just stay there for now. The Miltank whuffed softly to try and keep up her imitation of stealth, her body slowly contracting into a round pink ball amongst the grass. Cerb couldn't see much through the cow's eyes at the moment and didn't try, instead pinching the bridge of her nose a bit and trying to think nice, calming thoughts. There was no use in getting Bess all panicked about being eaten by something and ruining her perceptions of battle forever. -- ![]() Scrappy 400/400 |
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| DarthEevee | May 14 2010, 09:55 AM Post #6 | ||||||||||||||
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Cute and Fluffy Evil Overlord
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.3 "...." Ben sat there and listened to the fellow explain, relasing the Gallade when instructed. Both of them actually rolled their eyes simultaneously at the comments about psychic technology. It wasn't like the psychic warrior hadn't already clamped down on his mind like usual, forming a nearly identical connection on his own. The main difference was that despite the pokemon's weaker psychic abilities, this would likely hold up over the distance they seemed to be going to have to communicate over. Needless to say, Ben completely ignored the screen and it's utter uselessness to him. "Cameras...thanks," he grumbled under his breath, not even bothering to turn that way. Yeah, he was going to be doing well with all of this. And it being touchscreen, it wasn't like he was going to be able to figure out the call buttons even. Yeah...it vaguely felt rather like they were trying to cripple him as much as possible. The only way he was going to have any idea what was going on was from the announcer, and from this enforced link with his own pokemon. Who didn't much care for him. With a sigh he fumbled with the mess of technology until he figured out how to get Gallade transported into the arena. Once he'd managed that, he sat down in the center of the room, cross-legged, and slowly focused all his attention inward, meditatively. The rest of the room was useless to him, after all. Gallade managed to take note of Ruins honorable words, and bowed respectfully to the arcanine, but his attention was already casting outward, fixating on a single name, and a single creature, hatred narrowing his focus. 'She's not on the field any more than I am, you know.' 'The bird...' 'Has a type advantage.' Ben cut across the angry comment, entire attention focused on the feel of things. Flashes of what the warrior saw flitted in his head, as much as he tried to ignore it, uncomfortably aware of the enforced closeness of the link provided in this contest. He was going to have one serious headache by the time this was over, between that and the progected fury. He almost wished he had chosen Anubis instead... 'That arrogant puppy? Pfeh...' The trainer decided to ignore that comment. There was no use arguing with Gallade, and it wasn't like he was completely wrong anyhow. 'Whatever. If you want to have a chance, you're going to have to think carefully here, you know. Rushing headlong is as likely to get you killed, and when it comes down to it there's nothing you're going to be able to do about Eisen anyhow.' He winced at the blast of ire that comment got him, and he sighed softly. 'Your call, but the bird still has a type advantage and could murder you with it...' The warrior narrowed his eyes in irritation, but he didn't reply to his trainer, mulling the situation over and how he would handle it, already on the move. 'You're going to have to be able to reach that Honchkrow first, considering he has wings. He'll have to be able to reach you, too, though. Remember the terrain...' The psychic warrior started to smile slowly, as Ben's plan began to unfold across the forced link, and veered abruptly, darting into the forest. If the bird chose to follow him, he'd be ready...and if he didn't, well, that was more time to prepare, he supposed. And it was going to be harder for any of the pokemon to find him in that thick jungle, for that matter... ![]() Steadfast 300/300
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.3 ![]() Eisen really enjoyed the treatment. Despite how often she said she wasn't a trainer and didn't enjoy being called one or anything about it... "...I could still get used to this, yeah," So the long wait didn't bother her at all. At the very least, all of her Pokemon seemed to enjoy the treatment. It eventually got her mind off of the reason she was stuck in the little room in the first place. That reason eventually got shoved back in her face when they were lead to a windowless room and had the final round explained to them. When it was all said and done, Eisen and Coyote exchanged a look, expressions saying much more then words ever could. Not even considering how their minds were temporarily linked at the moment. "This seems needlessly complicated," "I think it's kind of neat, really," he smiled as much as his beak would allow, looking excited. (May as well make the best of this,) she realized, finding a chair at the table and sitting down at it. After a little bit of deliberation, she stood up and did just as they had suggested: She ordered a pizza. Ten minutes later, Scout was digging through the pizza box and Eon was trying to decide if he liked the smell of the little fishy things on the slice of pizza before him. "They're anchovies, Eon. Just try one," Eisen said over to the jolteon, pizza slice in one hand as she reviewed the statistics for all the other competitors, mind at work. Pretty much all of them had an attacking move that would deal some serious damage to Coyote. Thunder Fang and Rollout were the two major ones. But no matter... Coyote had access to his own crippling moves and attacks. She considered phoning the one with the Xatu, but decided against it, instead pulling up their stat page to look it over. A good ally, but they had the same typing problems Coyote had. Birds were kind of frail, and she bit her lip at the thought. She didn't like Coyote being in this tournament in the first place, since there was really nothing stopping the other Pokemon from ripping him to shreds. The thought made her sick, but she quickly dismissed it. (There is absolutely no reason,) she thought, flipping to the last Pokemon but not looking quite yet. Instead, she turned around to get another slice of pizza, (For me to be worried about Coyote's well being. It's not like any of the other Pokemon out there have a reason to kill him, or something,) She turned around, rocking back slightly when she saw the picture of an angry gallade glaring at her. A quick check found the trainer's name, and she recognized it immediately, despite the fact that she had never met Ben. She did sell him a Pokemon she stole, though... A look of panic flitted across her face. "...great," An hour and twenty minutes later, when the Pokemon were released into the arena, only five appeared instead of six. Coyote was notably missing from the group of fighters, and Eisen was... missing from the entire arena. Whatever had passed through her mind, there was no indication of it. In fact, the only thing left behind... was an empty pizza box that smelled kind of like fish. |
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| Fordy | May 22 2010, 10:42 AM Post #8 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 "Er, scratch that!" said Aris hurriedly. His eyes swept over the edges of the lake, and could only find five Pokemon. He glanced at the list of entrants, and saw Eisen Reynard and her Honchkrow fade to gray. "We, uh, seem to have a drop-out. Eisen has left the building. No replacements this time, I guess, not on this short-notice." A small pop came over the broadcast, and Typhlosion grunted into the microphone, "If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." "Thanks for that." The Pokemon were standing on edge, waiting for a signal. Arcanine, though, wasn't opposed to some mind games beforehand. He stared down the Miltank across the way, who couldn't help but feel a little frightened by those lines of fearsome fangs, just itching to lay into something. "It looks like Miltank is the target of Arcanine's Intimidate. A wise choice, that Pokemon has already shown us what it can do." A foghorn blared, and two Pokemon turned and darted straight to the forest. "Looks like Ben's Gallade and Nyro's Houndoom are heading for cover," remarked Aris. "Miltank seems to have curled up in a ball, a Defense Curl. Xatu is bolstering its speed, and seems to be singing... Arcanine is running around the pond... uh-oh..." Aris gulped as the great dog leaped into the air. Xatu's eyes grew wide, and its wings flapped frantically, carrying it into the air... not fast enough. Arcanine's giant jaw closed on the bird's midsection. "Arcanine are really quite beautiful," mused Cynder the Typhlosion. "Look at those jaws..." "What the?" said Aris, staring at his Pokemon. The sound of crunching drew his eyes back to the battle. Those powerful jaws snapped down on the bird, and electricity coursed through its body. A final bird shriek filled the arena. "We have our first casualty. That was certainly fast." There was a momentary calm as Xatu disappeared. "So, we started off the final round with a drop-out. Gallade and Houndoom have taken refuge in the woods, Miltank has stayed put. Xatu was our first casualty, putting Darucho in fifth place. The first wave has ended, we'll see if things settle down or get further shaken up."
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| Luigi | May 23 2010, 05:00 AM Post #9 | ||||||||||||||
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= 0.3 for Fordy.Though Darucho's idea to go on the defensive on the first turn had been smart enough a plan in theory - after all, he and Layton had seen the way which te announcer's Medicham had been struck down due to attacking too fast, too hurriedly - sadly for them, it seemed that this plan would not work out the same way in this final round. Though Layton got the chance to use his stat-boosting attacks, that was basically all he got the chance to do: the regal Arcanine and it's trainer had apparently seen the good-natured, affable Darucho and his Xatu as a real threat and thus to be disposed of as quickly as possible - while Darucho was wondering just where in the world his ally had vanished off too, a blur of red and white diverted his attention, his eyes widening and hair spiking up more than usual as the Chinese dog leapt at Layton, fangs dancing with deadly sparks of electicity. Though the bird tried to use his speed gain to his advantage, it was in vain...no mortal Pokemon could veer hope to keep up with the speed of such a legendary beast as Arcanine, after all. Knowing full well what was probably about to happen next, and not wanting to see his friend suffer, Darucho closed his eyes and looked away - but he heard the Xatu's cry of pain echo almost tauntingly in his head, he heard those loud crunches well enough. Opening his eyes again, Layton lay fainted on the grass, and Darucho saw his and Layton's 'icons' on the big screen ahead fade to grey, after which a copper medal symbol appeared next to said icon, with the words ' 5th Place' embolzened on them. Despite having being taken out so quickly, Darucho was proud enough to say he and Layton had come this far - smiling to the bird, he said, "You were really awesome out there, Layton...even if we really ddin't get the chance to do much." He doubted the fainted avian could hear him, but...he wanted Layton to know that, regardless of the fact he would have liked to stay in this longer - he was still proud to call the Natu a friend. Happy to have gotten this far with his compainon. Darucho then recalled the bird and turned to the trainer with the Arcanine. However, he held no ill-will, he held no sour feelings: he simply smiled and said, to the Arcanine's trainer (he knew the chances were low that they would actually want to listen to one they'd taken down so easily, but he wanted to say this anyway) " That was a really good strategy. Maybe one day I'll be a good a battler as you, huh? I hope you and your friend do really well in this, miss." The good-natured Darucho then turned to the other trainers, smiling to them as well and saying, "I hope you guys have a really awesome rest of a tourament. I know I had fun while it lasted!" He then paused a moment...since he was out of all this, why not make a guess as to who would end up being the last two standing? He ruffled a hand through his hair thoughtfully, before pointing to the Gallade and the Arcanine...he couldn't see the future, of course, but he couldn't help feeling that the match would end up between those two. Of course, he could well be wrong. This 'guess' made, Darucho then moved out of the 'battle part' of the 'stadium'...but he wasn't going to leave entirely. He was going to ask if he could watch the rest of this from the lobby...for he couldn't help but feel that this was going to get even more awesome and exciting as time went on... |
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[ Gen.EXP ;; 0.3 ] The black and green feathers of the xatu fell from Ruin's mouth as he released his downed prey. A quick scan around the forest arena made him feel alone - no one appeared to be around. Two had fled into the forest and another simply lay in the field. It appeared everyone else was playing it safe, and he was the only one to strike. What kind of game do the others play? Ruin asked his trainer, who saw the scene as he did. He received no immediate reply, so he nodded. That was fine by him. "Bird, my apologies; no hard feelings," he said under his breath. Turning, the massive arcanine felt the ground beneath him push up and against him. In the forest, his friend and dog-kin were hiding, and in the field, a cow. While the other two could not be seen, it didn't necessarily suggest that they were hiding, instead, he thought them to be setting up an ambush, so he strayed away from the edge of the forest, keeping in the open. In fact, there wasn't much to describe, other than the fact, which was already known, that he would have preferred to go splash in the lake, rather than feel paranoia at his throat. A thought for you. After we get out, I need to teach you some more, well-rounded moves, Kaizanu said eventually. She knew he was handicapped by his primarily fire-based moves, but that was the case when she rarely saw the fire dog for a training session. She watched as the fire dog looked into the forest, struggling to see anything, smelling for something. Nothing quite came to him, as he didn't really try, instead he shook his head and waited. Ruin nodded after a moment, having taken in the thought. Yeah, I'd like that, he replied. Ruin felt his ears swivel, following the sound of a calm, swift wind against the grass and trees. The sounds felt amplified, and for a moment, Ruin closed his eyes, causing the screen to go black. Kaizanu worried. Did someone strike? Was it over? The screen suddenly opened to the light, fading in from white. The sound of a ragged sigh was in her senses as Ruin calmed himself down. Worried me for a second, Kaizanu said, but I'm going to have to say attack. Don't wait around. She sent the opponent she felt most worried about to the arcanine and was met with momentary hesitation on the part of the dog. He was loyal, no doubt, but that didn't mean he wouldn't protest something unjust. After a brief second, the arcanine took off towards his newly selected opponent. Just rocking the fire? He asked. Kaizanu affirmed, Just rockin' the fire. She turned to the leaving trainer and rubbed her head thoughtfully. "Just a little bit... of jumpin' the gun. Ruin isn't much of a stat booster, so only one other option," she said. "Maybe we'll have a real battle some day." Waving good bye to the exiting trainer, Kaizanu returned her attention to the battle.
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.3 ![]() ![]() Ability: Scrappy 400/400 +2 Defense, -1 Attack -- The first Pokemon went down with a great crunching of fangs, leaving a fluttering of striped feathers floating down to the ground not too far from the curled up form of the Miltank. Bess poked her head out slightly, body rippling in a shudder at the sight of the great dog shaking bits from his teeth. Back in her room, Cerb frowned at the sight and quietly wondered about the psychological effects this would have on her young cow. While it was a thought to be entertained, now wasn't exactly the time for it. She could muse more about the consequences once it was all over and Bess would probably be scarred for life or something. Be brave, hun, she thought firmly to the cow, jaw set. Don't have to change much of what you're doing, except moving forward. Should be second nature now, eh? Bess mooed quietly and ducked her head back down, though her ears stuck out to the sides like radar dishes to listen for nearby sounds. She knew what she had to do, though that didn't mean she liked doing it. Cerb had painted a picture in her mind of her target and was giving her firmly comforting metaphorical kicks in the rear, something the cow couldn't ignore or deny. It was probably best to get this over with in the long run, so she could return to a safe place soon and sleep, away from all these larger toothy dog things. She had seen the black horned one flee into the woods earlier, and some white and green thing that could doubtless unleash some hurtin' as well. From her curled position the cow began to roll forward over the grass, gradually picking up speed. |
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.3 Gallade scanned the skies as he darted for cover, disbelief and a growing fury vibrating down the link to his trainer, who focused on keeping his breathing even to stamp out the urge to strangle something this was causing him. 'She cut and run...that...that...' Ben didn't interrupt the angry tirade, though he was privately a bit impressed at Gallade's facility with...colorful metaphors. Eisen had withdrawn instead of entering into a contest with this pokemon she'd given him. He couldn't help but be at least a little relieved, really... '...and you're glad she did, don't try to hide you're not.' Gallade abruptly turned his fury on his trainer and Ben reeled in his room slightly. 'So what if I am. Maybe I'd rather not have my career ruined by having a murderous pokemon attempt to cut another person's pokemon to ribbons, no matter how justified he feels it is to do so,' he thought quickly, as the fury clamped vise-like around his head. The Gallade danced through the trees as the other pokemon made their moves. 'You...' 'Me nothing. I'll help you hunt her down and get justice, but NOT now. And if you want me to help you, you have to help me out...and stop this,' Ben snapped in return, patience cracking finally, trying to hide the slight fear he still had of this psychic warrior and his cold furies. Both of them paused, as Ruin finished his charge, leaping into the air with a bunching of his powerful muscles. Ben winced, as the focus Gallade put on the awesome maneuver gave him a momentary flash of the sight. 'Don't do that.' 'I didn't intend to. Blame the tournament people,' the psychic snapped back, as the arcanine's jaws clicked shut upon the xatu. '…' Ruin was indeed formidable. He would have to be wary if it came to a confrontation. However, there were also still two other pokemon on the field...the sitting miltank and the houndoom who, like him, had vanished into the woods. He would have to make his decisions fast, and make his next move. But who to focus on...the hellhound who was using the terrain as he was, the cow, sitting quietly and setting herself up for something not yet known, or the one that had proven himself beautiful and deadly... Ben remained silent, glad of the distraction to let his battered mind recover, as the Gallade set into motion, slipping through the trees silently, eyes and mind alert and wary as he made his decision and set out... ![]() Ability: Steadfast 300/300 ![]() +4 ATK Edited by DarthEevee, May 24 2010, 07:57 AM.
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.3 My eyes widened in wonderment as I watched the screen, transfixed on the tiny set of icons I had placed in the corner of my monitor to keep track of the other five trainers and their pokemon. Already, two of them had dimmed-- two. Granted, one had been a withdrawal, but for one of the battlers to go down so quickly... it was intimidating, and exciting. 'Did you hear that, Angra? You're in the final four! The only reply was a snort. Noting that it was the two finalists from the bracket I had been honored to host that had dropped out, I turned my attentions back toward the large screen that showed the world through the eyes of the Hellhound himself. He had finally come to a halt somewhere within the thick greenery, and his gaze swiveled to let me see his surroundings completely before he began to strengthen him special attack. 'There's another one in the forest with you,' I warned, anxiously clicking through the rest of the camera angles before coming back to the shared sight, worried over the thought of him remaining stationary for so long when he was not the only one taking refuge within the dense foliage. 'The Gallade.' He chuckled at my warning before his malicious voice swamped my mind, causing the hairs upon the back of my neck to stand on end. 'I have an idea.' ... "You're gonna what?!" I shrieked. The chilling laughter that followed my outburst did little to calm me, and then suddenly the forest of zipping past the edges of the monitor once again, the Houndoom far too impatient to await my approval as he put his plan into motion.
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| Fordy | Jun 3 2010, 09:09 AM Post #14 | ||||||||||||||
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.2 Sorry for the wait and the blah. "Just as last time, it looks like Arcanine has gotten the jump!" said Aris. It moved so fast and all its fiery fur blurred together, so it seemed that flames were leaping around the the stretch of tall grass. In moments it was upon the huddled Miltank. "Looks like another Defense Curl, but I don't think it'll be very useful with what's coming," he added, and Cynder interjected, "Kaiz and Ruin seemed to have seized control of this battle." Flames poured from the dog's mouth, engulfing the beguiling bovine in a Flamethrower. It weathered the storm quite well, and showing surprising speed, it launched into a Roll-out. "Even with the boost from the Defense Curl, it doesn't look too effective, but it's useful for getting out of the way, if only for a bit," he narrated as the two collided, knocking the Arcanine off balance before rolling away. But it retaliated, sending a horizontal spray of dry heat behind it. It singed the tips of the grass and burnt the cattle's back as it turned back around for its second wave. Over in the forest, a Gallade was agilely darting through the hanging branches and weaving through entangled trunks, searching out its target Houndoom. "Doesn't seem like the hellhound is down for tracking through the woods, though." And indeed, the forest had burst into flames as he spoke. Perhaps it had to do with whatever methods used to get this forest in there, but within moments it was in flames. It took all of Gallade's effort to escape unharmed, feeling the heat of the burn before it was truly upon it. It tumbled out of the underbrush, coughed, and wiped its eyes of ash, and saw the hulking livestock turning around in front of it, and seized its opportunity. "Oh, my," gasped Cynder as the Gallade brought its psuedosword arms across the ample flesh, and it fell to the ground. The vicious Psycho Cut ended Miltank's battle. "That's another elimination, perhaps we'll have one more, any sign of Houndoom?" asked Aris, and at the moment the beast emerged from the flames. "Looks like we're just down to three."
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| Nyro | Jun 5 2010, 03:39 AM Post #15 | ||||||||||||||
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((Too busy to write anything longer than this D=)) .3 GenEXP ~ Hes escaped unharmed, Angra, I stated, watching the overview of the field with rapt interest as the Houndoom moved within the confines of the growing inferno, most likely making sure every piece of foliage had been engulfed in flames. It looks like hes taken out the Miltank as well. There was a sudden snort of disbelief, and I blanched at the rage that lurked behind his words as we began discussing our stratagem. Not that I had any say in it, really-- the canine was going to do whatever he felt necessary, after all. Instead, I just offered my opinion as he began to ramble, absent mindedly cycling through the stadiums cameras until I noticed he had stepped from the endless sea of crimson he had created not moments before. Eyes locking onto the lithe fighter that downed his ultimate quarry, he glared-- his devilish tail whipping through the shifting fire that continued to roar and cackle against his backside. Dont let anger cloud you. Think things through before you-- Too late.
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[ Gen.EXP ;; 0.2 ] - Going to use a similar excuse... Except that I'm museless. Ruin felt suddenly blood lust. Without touching his opponent, he had aided in her take down, but for some reason, it did not satisfy him. It would not satisfy him now, even if he sunk his fangs deep into enemy flesh and ripped chunks from it. What the hell are you doing? Kaizanu asked, feeling a distinctive aura from the mind link. Listen to me. Her urging was met only with a growl, vicious enough to cause the ground to rumble, had the fire dog been at her side. It appeared, Kaizanu was suddenly thrown out of the battle, not because her dog was down, but because he was abandoning any outside advice in favor of his own. "She said she'd let the prince rule his kingdom," Ruin assured himself, knowing Kaizanu's anger would fade in time. "And so he shall." He smiled deviously, sharp teeth showing. Eyes darted around, looking for any opponent at all. One stood directly before him, and he knew the other was in the blazing forest. He stood there for a moment, staring at the inferno and wondered about wandering into its depths to find his enemy there, but then again, he had an opponent standing right before him. He had a choice. He had two choices. Ruin turned tail and ran. He would choose in time, but not right now. After putting some decent distance between all of his opponents, he turned back around and charged. What the hell do you think you're doing? Kaizanu gritted her teeth, as the cameras focused on the dog's dash. "Taking charge!"
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.3 Gallade slunk through the trees, slipping back and forth, hopping from branch to branch, searching for his intended target, but a rush of heat warned him with just an instant to spar, and he froze, then fled the raging inferno that consumed the trees like they were matchsticks, gaze flitting about rapidly....there! A shimmer, a distortion, and the flames that licked at his flesh were replaced by cooler air, the vacuum created by his sudden absence in the forest causing only the tiniest ripple in the fire before it continued to spread. Gallade appeared, and spun at the rush of something passing him, blades whirling with deadly accuracy to strike down the bovine. 'That was clever of him...' Ben shifted a bit, having felt a bit of the heat down the ling of the inferno that had been a forest. He also felt a momentary regret for having taken out Cerby, but such was how these worked, generally. Even if she was a friend, there was only one winner, and Gallade wasn't going to lose if he could help it. 'I don't need you complimenting opponents. I already know you're glad that cowardly...' 'Sure, whatever. Hellhound at twelve, arcanine at four. Whatcha gonna do now?' The psychic warrior felt the fury radiating off the hound, that of thwarted fury, and narrowed his eyes as the arcanine bolted at their trademark speed, whirling a moment later to gallop in their direction. He didn't particularly like these odds... His gaze flitted from hound to hound, trying to make a decision... 'Buy yourself time.' He paused at that, the thoughts flying fast, and he raised his arms, taking a ready stance. 'Come at me, then...' He would be ready... |
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.2 I'm sorry guys. I was sitting here all brain-dead when I realized I hadn't modded this. All eyes were transfixed on the two combatants at center stage. Arcanine and Gallade were within a few strides of one another, and the tension was palpable. Both were the only ones to have aggressed this round, and it seemed a clash of the titans was impending. "Here's the moment we've been waiting for, the two big players about to go at it-" began Aris, before abruptly cutting himself off. Houndoom had emerged from the flaming forest, mouth open wide. A torrent of flames engulfed Gallade, who stumbled backwards, throwing his arms in front of his face. "That doesn't look good... Ah! He's used Protect!" And yes, when the flames cleared he was still standing there, unaffected. And while Houndoom was distracted, Arcanine had closed the distance. Houndoom tried to retreat into in the woods, but it was no trouble for the fire type. A few more great bounds, and then a final leap, and the two collided, rolling end-over-end through the ash and the cinder, crashing through the inflamed undergrowth. "That was a pretty violent Take Down," said Aris excitedly. "Houndoom took the brunt of it, but Arcanine's showing some wear-and-tear." "As well he should, he's been wreaking havoc this entire match," added Cynder. Back in the grassy area, Gallade began to dart around, growing more agile and shifty with every step. "No love lost between you two, I can see." And as he spoke, Houndoom rose up, and in a second blaze, Houndoom doused Arcanine's hopes. "And we have our third-place finisher. Kaizanu and Ruin have put on a spectacular show." "And then there were two." Now, the forest was just a smoldering hearth. Houndoom and Gallade faced each other. Only one could be the victor.
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| DarthEevee | Jun 14 2010, 04:31 PM Post #19 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 (S'all right. It happens.) Gallade backpedaled quickly, throwing his arms up, as the blaze roared towards him, a shimmering shield of pure energy seemingly a flimsy protection against such power, laughable in the face of the inferno coming to consume the flesh from his bones. A charred pile of bones... The flames vented its fury, splaying around the protections like the waves before the bow of a ship, roaring over and up and around the warrior, leaving him panting as the torrent of fire sucked at the oxygen in the small bubble of safety, but didn't do more than leave him feeling vaguely sunburnt. Another roar of fire erupted and he braced himself, but it poured over the other fire hound and not his shimmering protections, leaving Ruin in a still heap, and the Gallade shifted. One strike, one hit...and he would be a charred pile of cinders. There was no question of that after that display. There was no question of who to attack or avoid now...there were but two on the field, and he was going to be damned if he went down to the hellhound without leaving at least a mark on him... The beast liked long range attacks, Flamethrower in particular, it seemed. However, long range presented the problem of that he could attack before Gallade could close. 'Not really surprising. He also made his own preparations while you two were in the forest, and also...I'm sure he's got Flash Fire. Like Jax, if he gets caught in flames, like that forest fire he set, the raw power of his flames are doubled.' '...' The human's straightforward, logical, intelligent analysis, so quickly, of the hellhound set the warrior back a moment. But only a moment, before he shot into motion again, gaze fixed on the beast. Speed would be key, he was sure...a single blow from the Houndoom would destroy him, for certain. He had power too, however. Perhaps not quite as much as the Houndoom, but power nonetheless. He also had knowledge, and knowledge was a power all it's own. It was time to use that weapon like a blade, and try to pull a win out of this dangerous, potentially deadly situation. He darted, in a jagged, unpredictable path towards the hellhound, attention fixed entirely on this, as he passed the fallen arcanine. If he could, he had a fallen (former) ally to avenge, now...and a victory to take, at all costs, if he could. And the germ of an idea was in his mind for how to pull it out of the jaws of defeat presented to him. He could but try... ![]() Ability: Steadfast 300/300 ![]() EDIT:Forgot these, not that it necessarily matters, but... +4 ATK, +1 EVA Edited by DarthEevee, Jun 27 2010, 09:26 AM.
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| Fordy | Jun 29 2010, 11:38 AM Post #20 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 In an instant, it was over. Gallade charged ahead like an ancient warrior with his blade drawn. "That doesn't seem very smart," commented Aris. "Houndoom can attack from a distance, Gallade will never get close enough in time..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes darted around the field. Gallade had disappeared. Another flamethrower licked the charred and smoldering ground, but not the Pokemon that had been there a moment before. He reappeared behind the Houndoom, and it had no chance. Didn't even have a chance to turn around. In this close, Gallade went to work, with punches and slices and kicks, with everything it had. And then it was over. "And it's all over! Gallade teleported at the last second! We have our champion, Ben Summers and his Gallade! What a battle, what a tournament, congrats to everyone..." All of the Pokemon, fully healed, reappeared in the rooms with the trainers. Their doors opened automatically. They were lead into a sort of banquet hall, and after a few words of congratulations, the awards were presented. A golden cart was rolled out, and five glimmering white eggs were presented to the participants. Let's see here! Eevee gets 10,000z in prize money, as well as 6 neutral Fame Points. Her egg will hatch in 35 posts. Nyro gets 5,000z, and 3 neutral Fame Points. 40 posts for her egg. Kaiz's egg will hatch in 50 posts. Cerby's egg will hatch in 55 posts. And Luigi's egg will hatch in 60. PM me whenever it's time for it to hatch. Thanks for participating, until next time, yadda yadda. |
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