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Liltwick - Vivian looks as though she’s lost all sense of words. None of what you spoke just now had been a lie—and yet it just seems so... beyond comprehension.
You, at least, can bury such existential thoughts underneath your mission, but the same cannot be said for your guide. There is no need for words—her silent stare says everything it needs to. No apology can return you to the home you were forced to leave behind. No string of words in any language could convey the sadness of realizing that your comrades, your very way of life no longer exists, that you are in some bizarre way the last of your kind. Yet, you must press on. Remembering the way back, you pass her by, and she seems to snap out of her daze enough to catch up. Her bubbly self seems long gone, consumed entirely by forlorn thoughts. Lost, not unlike you were just a few hours ago. Pushing the awkwardness of the situation aside, you re-enter the main event hall just in time to see people crowding around the stage. The big event is set to begin momentarily, and a sharply-dressed woman takes to the limelight wielding a metallic staff. However it works, it seems to allow her to project her voice across the entire room: “What’s up, FizzyCon-goers! If you’ve been enjoying the event so far, give me a big hollar!” What seems like the entire venue erupts into cheering. It sounds like a war cry fit to rival an army, and you can feel the anticipation hanging in the air like a static charge. The people of this time seem enamored with Pokemon battles, as many people in the crowd have their own companions out to watch the impending show. “That’s what I love to hear! Don’t get too light-headed, now, or you’ll be knocked out by the breathtaking battles that’s to come! There are just five minutes left, so if anyone else is brave enough to step into the ring, this is your last chance!” You reach the stage with just enough time to spare, and inform the organizers of your intent to join. A mess of paperwork gets shoved in your face, taking down your information, as well as a list of the Pokemon you wish to bring into the tournament. Vivian, of course, quickly steps in to ensure you have a more believable birthday than sometime in the year 18XX—knowing your secret, it’s the least she can do to help keep unwanted attention off of you. “And it looks like we have two new volunteers for tribute!” the announcer says as she’s handed each of their forms. She gives you each a welcoming grin, and extends her gloved hand in invitation, “Vivian, the Arthropod Avenger, and Hotaru, the Twilight Shinobi! Come on up!” The other contestants are already waiting on the sidelines, their costumes just as colorful as the rest. They all seem like strong Trainers, though a handful display an almost arrogant indifference to your arrival. As much as the purpose of this competition appears to be friendly, it’s hard for most people to deny the glory that came from emerging victorious. “Hey. I think I just need a little time to process things. You can handle yourself from here, right?” Vivian speaks up, regarding you with a conflicted smile, “of course, I still intend to kick your butt once our match comes around, heh...” And with that farewell, you find yourself alone once more. Preparations are nearly complete, and you notice one of the organizers handing out packages to each of the participants—a bundle of modern medicines with which to patch up their team between fights: *You receive 2 Revives, 1 Full Heal, and 3 Super Potions!* “For the 2022 Costume Clash, our selection of prizes are themed after the Year of the Tiger! For third place winners and up, you’ll receive a Quick Claw! Second place winners and up will look forward to the TM for Thunder Fang! And for the Trainer who claws their way to the top of the scoreboard, we have a very special grand prize: The coveted Prince of Fluff, Hisuian Growlithe!” The crowd goes wild as the lights dim, putting all attention squarely on the midst of the stage. Music born of unfamiliar instruments begins to fill the venue as the organizers throw all the names from the registry into a hat—the sorting is about to begin. “Now, for our first match...” the announcer reaches into the hat, and fishes out two scraps of paper from among the pile, unfurling them to read before the crowd. “Hotaru... Versus... Layla, the Adamantine Emancipator!” Another cheer rocks the stage, and you see one of the Trainers step forward at the same time as you. She seems to be dressed up like a researcher of some kind—though judging by the prop shovel sticking out her pack, and the loads of leather pouches hanging from her beltline, the character she’s playing is more of an adventurous type than your typical bookworm. She gives you a sporting nod as your eyes meet, and she reaches for one of the Dusk Balls in her pouches. A draconic Pokemon bursts forth into the arena, its scales hard and knobbly, with jagged wings like thistle leaves. The judge raises their hand, preparing to begin the match at your ready. The first to two KO’s will be declared the winner of this bout—who will you send to fight this cave-dwelling beast?
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He shook his head and looked at his foe. The "Adamantine Emancipator'. How droll. Yet, he could infer that his opponent most likely focused on using rock, ground, and steel-typed Pokemon. Yet, the Pokemon that was sent out was one he never recognized before. Its shape and colors seemed... wrong. Like something a child would imagine, not an actual living creature. And since he didn't have a Pokedex, he had no clue what it was. "A dragon...?" he mutter beneath his breath, questioning if his instincts were right. Well, if this was a Dragon-type, he had a solid idea of who to use. "Momiji, let's go!" he shouts, taking out one of his Rustic Great Balls. Pressing the button, he tosses the homemade wooden orb. In a puff of some a hulking, furred creature emerges. Cream-colored fur mixed with a dark purple, and a chilled creature looks around. Seeing his opponent, the Pokemon lets out a roar, and a wreath of ghostly flame burns around his neck. A cocky smirk soon emerges on the Pokemon, and it looks at its trainer. Time for orders. "Smokescreen, hide within the shadows! Infernal Parade, send them on the Night March! Hex, imbue their wounds with ghostly wrath!" he orders, trying to ham it up for the crowd. Let's see what this blocky dragon does in response.
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Liltwick - Though your opponent’s Pokemon appears almost childishly chimerical, it’s not hard to imagine that Druddigon shares kin with the likes of Garchomp or Goodra. Taking a gamble on your assumption, you pick up Momiji’s Great Ball, and toss him into the arena to meet his foe.
The crowd seems to regard Typhlosion curiously, at first. Something about the Pokemon’s fur color seems to catch their attention—as though it were somehow not what they expected—only for the reveal of ghostly flames to spark a wave of excitement bordering on the fanatical. “Woah! It looks like Hotaru has himself a rare Hisuian Typhlosion!” the announcer says, her voice booming from speakers perched all around the stage, “look at those eerie flames! They say if you get roasted by those, there won’t even be ashes left behind!” The announcer’s words only seem to compound your observation more. Simply ordering commands isn’t quite enough. The crowd demands entertainment from you. They wish for the kind of hype that only Ninja vs. Geologist can bring to the table! Dramatically calling your first order, Momiji nods, and quickly deploys an iconic Ninjistu trick (sans the odor of sootfoot roots). A plume of smoke erupts across the battlefield, blinding Druddigon as Typhlosion becomes little more than a shadow fading into the veil. “Druddigon! Cut through the smoke with your Dragon Claw!” Layla orders, and a blood-red glow begins to bleed through the smokescreen! Druddigon lunges forward, talons crackling with draconic energy as they slash blindly through the air! Perhaps through sheer luck—or a knowledge that such a cramped, open space would be difficult to hide in—Druddigon makes their mark, and you hear Momiji growl in pain! Time for your next attack! Typhlosion rears back, the flames around his neck giving birth to a trio of will-o-wisps! He retaliates with a barrage of his own, each orb blowing away more and more smoke as they collide with his foe’s rough scales and burst! True to legend, even a dragon’s hide can’t withstand the ethereal flames, and the telltale signs of a burn are all over the beast. “Shit! We need more firepower, Druddigon! Hone Claws, then bury him with a Rock Slide!!” The Dragon-type winces, fighting against its own burns to buff itself up. The creature rakes its claws together to produce a horrible scraping noise, sharpening both its weapons and its focus—but this preparation leaves it open to a devastating follow up! Ghostly fire wreaths Druddigon once more, feeding off its physical affliction to grow even fiercer than the last attack! The crowd roars, satisfied by your excellent display of synergy, and your opponent seems to be biting their nails in hopes that their Pokemon pulls through. Unfortunately for you, Druddigon is hardy enough to withstand the attack just barely. The Dragon-type roars, unleashing an avalanche of rocks from above Momiji’s head! The stones batter Typhlosion, Badly Injuring and pushing him to the edge of the stage while Druddigon claims the center as his own. Even less space to maneuver, now. “It looks like Druddigon was able to take the heat—and dish out some dirt while they were at it, too! It’s been only minutes, and it looks like anyone can take the first KO!” the announcer sas, her voice bursting with anticipation. What are your next orders?
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"Trainers...? Is that what she called it? Well, no matter. They seem much more in sync than the people of my time. There isn't fear here, just trust." he thinks to himself. He was underestimating his foe's tactics. He didn't have time to scout his competition, after all... Not to mention most of the Pokemon he was unfamiliar with. "Hunker down with a Defense Curl!" the Hisuian then orders, trying to quickly formulate a strategy. They have one shot at this... To win this bout. They would be disadvantaged if they lost this, and gain momentum if they do end up winning this. "Then let's fight back with another Hex!" That was their hardest-hitting move at this point. The Hex would be amplified by the burn granted from their Infernal Parade. He wished they could use their practiced styles here, but the temporal flow seemed not to deem them usable. He did need to figure out the third action... in case they manage to survive until then. "Let's finish off with a Quick Attack!" It was all up to Lord Sinnoh now.
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10-12-2022, 05:07 PM
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His hands, curled into white knuckles, gripped the metal guardrail extremely hard, as if doing so would somehow transfer his overwhelming frustration into the steel. "Damn it, this isn't how it was supposed to go!" The Trainer, a young man with fair hair and hardened complexion, was Arne of the Haraldson family - a name that by all accounts meant nothing in these lands, but one that signified battle excellence in his homeland. Which made what had just had happened all the more inexcusable. "Complete and utter humiliation," he muttered to himself behind gritted teeth. "Our very first battle, and against a Charmander no less! How?!" One of his hands left the rail and moved to the only PokéBall strapped to his belt. Gustav the Squirtle rested inside, a much-needed break after the one-sided clash against another Trainer's Fire Pokemon had left him completely worn out to the point of fainting. My siblings cannot know of this. I would never hear the end of it! His eyes shifted from the Ball to the river below and the sky above. He needed to clear his thoughts, refocus and get back to the grind. But that was easier said than done - everyone else crossing Alto Bridge seemed to move with purpose, but Arne had no idea where to go from there. In his rage after the embarrassing defeat, he'd run as far as he could and ended up there. "A Haraldson never loses sight of his goal. So I... I just need to find mine. I should find a place to train. Or someone in need of muscle. Whatever gets Gustav and I some experience, and fast." Carrying the full weight of his self-imposed need of living up to his family name, and lost in that vague pursuit, Arne took a deep breath and tried finding his way back. Perhaps looking for work was a faster way of training than picking battles with random strangers and risking yet another humiliating defeat. |
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10-16-2022, 02:30 PM
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Wake up, whatcha yellin' for?
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Deciding to fight off this shadowed creature, you order Prince to wait and strike. The monstrosity starts to crawl across the vent, traveling up to the ceiling. Its claws pierce through the rusted metal, and the same sort of crunching noise is emitted. As it gets closer, you could feel the humidity in the air rise. The creature then catches a little light, and you see orange. It then drops down from the ceiling, attacking your Tyrunt with a Metal Claw. The fossil Pokemon roars out in pain, yet is prepared for his foe. Covering his fangs in ice, he rushes forwards toward it. He was too enraged, and enraptured, in the opponent in front of him to think about biting you. You can hear a sort of crunch as your Pokemon breaks through hardened carapace, yet a rank scent soon emits. The foe lets out a demonic shriek, and Prince tosses it toward you. Bright orange, and crab-like in shape. Two bright red, white dotted mushrooms were growing out of its back. There was a certain humidity from this Pokemon, and it seems to have adapted to living in this shaft. A Paras, a Pokemon that was used to living in dark, dank environments. How it ended up here though was a mystery of its own. Yet, this one was special, and it would explain everything going on. The Pokemon gets up and lets out a Stun Spore towards your own Pokemon. The Tyrunt manages to side-step it, though crashes into the wall in the process. A loud reverberation rings through the airway, and a few spores get knocked up into the air. This was going to be a dangerous foe indeed... What do you do? KingSalmon- The land of Fizzytopia was one of change. A place of freedom, where the laws of the world were bent and broken. That chance was the only thing that truly existed here, and the winds blew ever free. At a drop of a hat, a new adventure could begin. That one small decision could lead to life-altering events. An ever-constant butterfly effect... Thus, on this day, with something to prove, you bemoan your loss. Even with a type advantage, you had lost. A shame on your name, that welled up new desire. Desire to get stronger. Desire to live up to expectations, as toxic as they were. So much so, you were shouting your thoughts out from the bridge. Doing so, you feel someone bump against you. You almost feel yourself lose balance across the railing. Looking around, you just see a figure in black heading off from the other side of the bridge. Down the stairs into the city below. Odd, wasn't it? Yet, you felt something off. Searching your pockets, to make sure it wasn't a pickpocket, you find a scrap of paper. 'Work needed at J12 Warehouse.' Was this some higher power answering your plea? It felt too convenient. Yet again, airing your dirty laundry on a busy bridge made things obvious to people. It was a lead, at least, to try and get stronger. Even if it felt a little dubious... and was more than definitely something that would lure you to the slums below. What do you do?
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10-16-2022, 04:06 PM
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Liltwick - Unlike the battles of your time, there seems to be a deliberate moment of respite after your Pokemon clash. The rules of this sport give you a window to assess the outcome of your moves, and to formulate a plan. It doesn’t hurt that the crowd seems to revel in the anticipation these breaks provide.
In realizing that you’ve been underestimating your opponent, you decide that a little insurance is the best policy. Though it would give your foe a chance to strike first, If Momiji could weather that blow as a result, it would tip the scales massively. Making up your mind, you call your orders confidently. Typhlosion hears them, and puts them to action without hesitation. Your Pokemon curls up tightly, the fire emanating from his body creating a protective veil around him. There’s a wave of confusion from the audience—murmurings of a misplay, and a general aversion to such a sharp shift away from the bombastic plays of last round. Your opponent, however, seems to be sweating around the brow. You’ve struck uncertainty into her next move, and something about her eyes tells you that any answers she has to this situation aren’t going to work on your Ghost-type. “Druddigon, cut through his defenses with Night Slash!” she orders. The Dragon-type roars, and launches itself forward with a strong beat of its wings! The creature pulls its claws back like a swordsman mid-charge, and at the very moment of meeting Momiji on the battlefield, rends through him in one stroke! Druddigon skids to a stop mere feet before you, giving you a taunting glare that overpowers the pain of its burns. The crowd gasps, and a tense silence washes over the room as people wait for Typhlosion to fall. The seconds pass like minutes, as not even you are able to discern whether you Pokemon has fainted or not... “Gwaaar!” A wave of ghostly energy erupts from the center of the stage, catching the gloating cave-dweller completely off-guard! A shadow darts through the chaos, and Momiji slams into Druddigon’s back with a soul-burning vengeance! The crowd absolutely loses it, and cheers for the Ninja and his Pokemon nearly drown out the host’s reaction: “What a comeback! It looks like that defense boost and burn allowed Typhlosion to hang on with just an ember of life! Druddigon must’ve been gambling on a crit, but it was his opponent who got a hot hand!” Druddigon doesn’t even hit the ground before Layla returns the creature to its ball. One down, another one to go. Assessing Typhlosion’s Critical condition, she quickly plucks a Dusk Ball from the pouch on her belt, and throws it into the arena. If Druddigon seemed to defy reality, then the geologist’s next Pokemon breaks it entirely. It stands before you with wings outstretched, displaying steel feathers that it brandishes like swords. The whole Pokemon appears armored—if not made from armor, completely. “It looks like Layla is banking on Typhlosion not being long for this world, and has sent out her Skarmory to deal the finishing blow! Let’s see what this steel raptor can do!” How will you proceed?
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"Why all the insistence? Wait, do... do you mean they robbed us?!" In a panic, he instinctively reached for his pockets, fingers rummaging about, checking for his change. It seemed to be there still. But more curiously, he also felt something that wasn't there before... "A piece of paper? Wh-what is the meaning of this?!" Work needed at J12 Warehouse. His heart started racing. Could this be it? The chance he'd been waiting for? But at the same time, wasn't it a bit too convenient, the timing just slightly too perfect? "Gustav?" he slowly asked, apprehension in his voice. "Was I... talking that loudly to myself?" The Squirtle, never one to pass up a chance to mess with his uptight partner, simply grinned. Arne sighed. "How careless... I let my frustrations get the better of me! Brandt would never let me hear the end of it..." His eyes glanced over the paper once again. Then, he crumpled it in his hand and tossed it over the railing, into the river. "Still, it's our only option for now. I bet you're just as curious as I am, right? Come on Gustav, let's check it out." Hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible, he tried to casually ask around for the warehouse in question. Hopefully he'd make it there before sundown; something told him he wouldn't want to be lost in that part of town by then. Last edited by KingSalmon; 10-17-2022 at 02:17 PM. |
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
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This was disadvantageous for him. If he had a way to heal, he would. Yet, he knew items weren't allowed in this competition. At least, if they weren't held. That concept was weird to him, yet it would make sense Pokemon could make use of tools such as people. If it wasn't for his people's innate fear, perhaps they could've developed these arts much faster. "Let's see... we have one chance. One strike," the ninja mutters to himself, trying to analyze his next move. It would entirely depend on the outcome of this next move. "Let us end this bout in flame! Melt their armor with a Lava Plume!" the Ninja orders and the weakened Pokemon gives him a grimaced nod. Though, he should give follow-up orders just in case. "If we manage to survive a hit, consume it with a Flamethrower, and end on a flame wheel!" May these hellish flames to them to the lord of the dark.
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Sunder Island: Zelphon
It did not take you long to reach the abandoned power plant. Rather, what was left of it? A building laid before you, a shadow of its once former glory as a prestige well-maintained power plant now in shambles. Giant slabs of concrete mixed with dirty marble and iron support beams laid askew amongst the radius of the building's presumably nice parking lot. Marked upon one of the larger piles of debris you could make out the black paint which read: "S n der Isl d Powe Pla " You could only assume it read Sunder Island Power Plant as that's the most logical thing to put together with the sign. Something struck you as odd about all of this, however. It was too quiet here. Where were the shadow beastly pokemon that attempted to hunt you and the pumpkaboo down earlier? Would they have not returned to this place should it be the home of their power? Or perhaps they found other prey on the island to go after? Walking amongst the rubble you soon found a door that seemed a little too carefully placed, in fact, it wasn't even in any form of decay, time-worn, or anything of the like to its surroundings. But trying to pull on this door placed within the ground yielded no results. Perhaps a Pokemon move could move it? Or was there somewhere around here that served as a key? You could investigate further unto your surroundings to see what it yields or you can attempt to work on the door. Which do you choose? |
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Commercial Boulevard: ChrisClark13 You soon make it to the Premium Poke-Supply Store within the Commercial District. with your partner pokemon on either side of you acting as guards and shielding you or the Alolan Vulpix within your duffle bag, either or it didn't matter but you made it to the Store. Once inside you noticed right off the bat, a Zoroark standing with a trainer who seemed to be profusely apologizing to another trainer that held a small... Pokemon in their arms? Whether or not you were trying to listen in you soon heard the two trainers' discussion regardless. "Once again I am so sorry for the trouble my Penumbra has caused here, he gets... carried away with his illusions and pranks" you see a hand fly from one trainer who reaches out and baps the Zoroark on the nose, not enough for it to be really mean but enough. The same trainer then excuses herself and her fox and continues to shop while the other trainer leaves the store with a disgruntled pokemon sheltered within their arms. With that interaction over as fast as it seemingly happened for you, you ended up continuing on your course to search for food. Hopefully for yourself as well as your pokemon. As you browsed the shelves of wares, you ran into the trainer a couple of times, It seemed she was buying out a lot of food... to feed a small army by the looks of the two carts full. One would wonder if she had hit her limit yet as she sent her partner to go grab the third cart... Regardless of the looks, she seemingly still somehow left enough for other people. |
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As she tilted her head to hear more closely, at that moment the man from before quietly came back in the kitchen, flower in hand and regret on his face. Seeking forgiveness for former abandonment as he knelt beside his weeping wife and embraced in apology, gracing with the Gracidea. Malori sobbed into her husband's comforting arms for a minute, before he murmured something darkly under his breath, standing up and suddenly stalking out again with a serious expression. "No... Pas encore, don't go! DON'T DO IT, PATRICK!" Malori screamed after him, but the determined dad would not be deterred from whatever plan he had in mind, fueled by a father's fury to finally put his son's poor soul to rest in peace. The woman grabbed a coat and rushed after him, urgently ushering any remaining customers out the door before brusquely switching the welcome placard to temporarily prevent further guests, promising refunds and free complimentary food upon return. Jess barely had time to react to the whole situation before detecting a shift from the rift, as a group of shadows abruptly flew out and nearly crashed into Kim and Momo. The girl blinked as she recognized Patty and Mimi being dragged along by what appeared to be a floating teacup, although Blueberry was nowhere to be seen (and for some reason the Mimikyu's Mummy Bandages seemed slightly singed?). "Thank goodness you guys are okay! What happened down there? Where's your mother?" Jess immediately jumped into a jumbled series of questions, and Patty appeared momentarily confused and concerned, realizing her mom must have come hunting for them. Seeing as the Meowth was half-out of the bag and not wanting to waste time and worry with another unwarranted search party, Blue hopped out of the mug's handle she had held onto tightly with her strings and ballooned back to regular size, wrapping around her puzzled children - including Sinistea - with tears of pride and joy in her eyes. There wasn't much time to relish in the reunion however, as the cup was clearly aching to go after the couple before they did something rash. Jess shook her head, still bewildered but more focused on making sure Patrick didn't put himself - or his spouse - in danger right now. "We'll have to explain everything later. I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but looks like we'd better follow those two for now. Miru, can you stay and keep watch over the retaurant?" She gestured to the visibly fretting flock of Milcery, made all the more anxious by their employers' impulsive behavior and looking like they might fall apart at this point without direction. "The rest of you all, come with me."
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Prince tries his best to follow his opponent’s movements, but Tyrunt are predators, not prey. Looking above for threats isn’t exactly something their skeleton is built to do. They’re not just at a turf disadvantage—their foe has the mobility advantage, too! “Here it comes, Prince!” Hatchley calls the moment Paras detaches from the ceiling. There’s not nearly enough time for the Tyrunt to avoid the mushroom’s claw attack, but he tanks it like a champ, and cracks back with his special bite! If only for a moment, Hatchley can feel the frigid power from Prince’s fangs overtake the damp heat as he crunches through Paras’ exoskeleton! Unfortunately, this wretched shadowspawn isn’t going to go down that easily, it seems. With an ear-piercing shriek, it unleashes a flood of sickly yellow spores at Prince. The raptor swiftly dodges, and the resulting impact has Hatchley clutching at his ears while the entire room rings like a mold-encrusted bell. Really, it’s not the Paras that’s the biggest threat here—it’s the environment. The metal enclosing them has been worn down by the infestation for who-knows-how-long. Fire Fang is out—and a Rock Tomb might just plunge them all into a rusty tomb, instead. As he recovers from the stomach-turning noise, Hatchley returns his attention to Prince as he stares down this parasitic problem. The Trainer shuffles toward the side, keeping out of the enraged dino’s trajectory. His lungs fill with stale, filtered air, but it’s calming nonetheless. They can handle this, they just need to be careful to avoid damaging their surroundings. “Soften that bug up with Tail Whip, and then finish it with a Poison Fang!” he orders, his voice echoing back to him full of bravado. If harnessing the power of the elements is too risky... how about a little biological warfare, instead?
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Liltwick - If you’re to go out—go out in a blaze of glory. Sharing this understanding with your Pokemon, you give Momiji his final orders, and beneath the rowdy cheering you pray for his success in this task.
His expression haggard, Typhlosion turns to the fresh-faced Skarmory and growls. Flames as dark as night flare up around his collar, and the bird spreads its wings wide to goad him. Layla stares past both Pokemon, her eyes meeting yours as she acknowledges your near-suicidal resolve. Anything for victory, even sacrifice—she regards the idea with a palpable sense of disapproval, and then turns to Skarmory to give it a reassuring nod. Whatever tactic they have cooking, it all hinges on not getting melted down to slag, first. Sensing an opening at that moment, Momiji strikes! A wellspring of heat pools in the ground beneath Skarmory’s feet, and the souls of the damned fill the arena with their screeching fury! It’s an awe-inspiring display of power, and everyone’s gazes reflect the infernal torrent rising before them. As the pillar erupts around his foe, Layla shouts “Protect yourself!” Skarmory folds its wings around its body, and a glowing barrier parts the flames like a rock in the midst of a stream! “Now! Drill Peck!” Saber-like wings flare outwards, catching the immense updraft that your attack created to carry itself high above the stage! Upon reaching the apex of its ascent, Skarmory lets out a hair-raising shriek and begins spinning rapidly as it kareens towards Momiji! It’s a maneuver unlike anything you’ve ever seen, but Typhlosion remains undaunted! Acting on your backup orders, he spews a cloud of fire into the air above him... but Skarmory crashes through it like it was nothing! Its beak bores through the last of Momiji’s stamina, and as the embers cool you see your unconscious Pokemon pinned between the talons of your opponent—it’s armored feathers still glowing red-hot from taking his last attack head on. “Good job, Skarmory!” Layla calls, pumping her fist, “let’s keep the pressure up by shedding that extra weight! Autonomize!” At her command, the steel raptor shakes vigorously, causing the half-melted pieces of its body to scatter across the floor. Immediately, you notice the Pokemon’s movements become more nimble, and your chances of getting the first move just sunk drastically. “What a showing from both sides! Momiji may have gotten a parting shot, but Skarmory is setting up to sweep her way to the win! Who will you send out next, and what will you do?
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Hook, line, and sinker. You take the bait, and begin your descent into the hell below. At least, that was what the posh upper class would say of this place. Even in the slums, there was always the worst place possible. A true moshpit of human depravity, if these people were to be believed. They were poor and different. The way they talked, the way they acted, all foreign to the rich. Even more so then the average beggar. Thugs, Gang Members, Hoodlums. Living within that dastardly ghetto known as Rockabout Row. Yet, to the people here, this was their home. They were as human as anyone else, weren't they? Just because they were minority groups, and not well off, did they not to be treated as people too? That violence, drugs, and other unsavory activities were all they could to try and survive? To be the other in society was what nobody wanted to become. Yet, these was what the cards of fate had dealt them. No matter, this place was certainly lively! All sorts of people, in all sorts of shapes, colors, and clothes! They were some obvious separation of groupings, but the place was bustling. Bars had lines out from them, from the regulars to the teenagers from above sneaking out for some fun. Warehouses lined the docks, that were either used as hangouts, clubs, or dens of underground activity. Perhaps, if you were unlucky, you'd end up in a fight ring? Best be careful, even in this eccentric new world. Looking at the scrap of paper, you manage to eventually find warehouse J12. The smell of aerosol and gasoline permeated the air, and spraypaint lined the walls. All you could see was a single door, and in bright red spraypaint the words: Help Needed. No Adultz!!! What do you do? ShadowDRGN- You consider your battle strategy carefully. While the insectoid monstrosity before you was a threat, its environment was much worse. Moves that would usually be effective against it, like fire or rocks, would be disastrous here. Even strong winds or frigid cold could lead to some dire results. The dampness of the environment was off putting, and made all of its spores smell more putrid and potent. So, what was the move here? If you could get a good opportunity, you could flee. Yet, you could feel something well up in your gut. Would fleeing really be the best choice here? After all, you were tresspassing on its territory. What would prevent it from turning around and going after you? No, you needed to focus on the battle in front of you, and hope that you could fight putrid with putrid. You order Prince to use a tail whip, the move slamming into the Paras. While it doesn't damage it, you can see a clear weakpoint form where the move connected. Yet, the bug wasn't going to go down with a fight. With lightning fast speed, you see it coat itself in rusted metal and claw its way through Prince. The Tyrunt screams in pain as you see a red aura around the mushroom-husk. Yet, the offensive needed to be pressed, and your Pokemon coats his fangs in toxins. Lunging forwards, you brace yourself. This would be REALLY bad if he decided to monch you at this time. Yet, it seems your teething tyrant has realized how dire this fight really was. Or perhaps it was seething rage that was causing him to throw a tantrum? Who knew, but it bites down on the Paras with an audible crunch. The creature screeches in pure pain, and its eyes soon go white. Did you guys do it? No, this was much worse then you expected. The mushrooms glow purple as poisonous spores are released into the air. This certainly was bad, but much worse for Prince. At least you were protected by the exosuit. You can see a purple glow grow around his eyes, a clear sign of poisoning. The Pokemon's eyes soon return to normal. Was this a moment of the mushrooms taking over? There weretoo many factors going on now, but things were getting more and more dangerous. It was hard to tell who actually had the edge here, but things could go south extremely quicky. This would be a rewarding fight if you won it, but there would be some fatal consequences if you failed. How do you proceed?
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The Squirtle, curiously enough, seemed much less apprehensive than Arne. Despite his gaze quickly shifting from place to place, ever alert, there was an unmistakable grin plastered on his face. Arne knew that look – Gustav was excited to be there, the mere prospect of conflict at any moment fueling his combative spirit. Even if the Water-Type could really only use three moves, and reached no higher than Arne’s knee, his mere disposition was enough to put his Trainer ever-so-slightly more at ease. You’re a brave one alright. Braver than I could possibly hope to be. And to think, despite how you are now, you’re going to outlive me by some hundred years… Somehow, the thought of having a Pokemon partner for his entire life had never really crossed his mind before, and now that it had, it felt strangely comforting. People from his homeland in the North didn’t tend to dwell on the romanticism of things – theirs was a culture of practicality and stoicism. To them, Pokemon were companions, sure, but more so battle brothers than pets. Especially in the Haraldson household. Which was why, faced now with this growing fondness for his Pokemon friend, Arne couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Should he be more distant? “You’re behaving like a Southerner!”, he could almost hear Brandt shout mockingly. Gustav found the location first. Sure enough, there it was – Warehouse J12. Arne approached; the scent lingering in the air was foreign to him, and not at all pleasant. More curiously still was the writing on the lone door in front of him: ”Help Needed. No Adultz!!!”” Even with his incomplete grasp of the local dialect, Arne was fairly convinced that wasn’t how the word was meant to be written. Perhaps a regional colloquialism he was unaware of. It seemed, at best, impractical to the young Northman – the number of letters remained the same and everything. Damn it, hung on the details again like a Southerner. He took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with Gustav, and knocked. His first instinct was to barge in, of course, but perhaps he’d start by being polite. The locals would probably like that. Well, maybe not on Rockabout Row, but it was a matter of principle. |
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But if that’s true, then... why is the damn thing still alive!? While Hatchley is sent reeling by the creature’s blood-curdling screech, poisonous spores quickly flood the room, coloring the beam of his flashlight a hazy, noxious violet. Though they couldn’t take root in the Trainer’s body, Tyrunt’s heavy panting draws a mass of it into his lungs. Paras isn’t fighting out of desperation—no, instead they’ve fallen right into its trap! The tell-tale signs of an infection are starting to show, and Hatchley can feel a cold sweat welling up in his palms. This is no ordinary insect... this thing is a demon. As much as he wants to believe that they can power through this, the sight of his Pokemon’s life slowly draining away tells him there’s far more at stake than pride. He thinks about recalling Prince and making a break for it, but in this cramped and perilous space he can’t run very fast, while Paras can give chase easily. There are no more stronger moves he can order, leaving him at the mushroom’s mercy should they fail to finish this in another blow... and there’s the risk that the poison could drive Prince rabid. They should’ve gone the other way, rather than waltz straight into this thing’s territory. They haven’t even seen their target yet, meaning that this entire fight has been a massive waste of time. Hatchley can feel the frustration welling up in his stomach. His instincts are telling him to scream for help, and just hope to god that someone hears it... Wait—oh, shit! Paras might be territorial, but so is Tyrunt! “Prince! Can you hear me, buddy? I know it hurts, but I need you to put all your spirit into one big Roar!” he shouts, attempting to reach out to his battered dino. It’s still risky, but less so than hoping Prince is able to finish off Paras without attacking himself. If it works, Prince is already blocking the way forward... meaning he and Hatchley can make a run for it while Paras is fleeing down the way they came! Quickly, the Trainer digs out a pair of headphones from his bag. The damp, moldy air will probably ruin them, but he’s going to need something to drown out the sound. Finally, he readies a Super Potion to use on his Pokemon right after they unleash their move—if this fails, they’ll be able to tank another Metal Claw, and give them a buffer against the poison either way. It all comes down to this...
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Take a seat, right over there
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You knock on the door. It was the polite thing to do, was it not? As your fist beats against the metal, you hear it echo. Seems there wasn't a lot of insulation in these old warehouses. And soon enough, someone opens up the door. And greeting you is a giant bubble before it pops. The smell of bubble gum hits your nostrils, and a quite loud noise of mastication hits your ears. You see a girl with dark violet hair staring at you, cut short into a bob and mostly hidden beneath a beauty. Her eyes had heavy, purple smoke eyeshadow covering them, but that was the only makeup you could see. She wore a torn, studded leather jacket, and she looked you up and down. "Ah, you the kid Bradley gave the scrap to?" she questions you, noticing it crumbled up into a ball. "Name?" she then asks, not even bothering to get a response. She then motions you inside after your response. Seems it was for the best to follow as of now, as you could see the sky starting to dim. Perhaps it would've been a better idea to try and find work on higher ground. Yet, this was work nonetheless. You could always run and turn tail here, even if night-time would be a lot scarier in this place without local help. What do you do? Shadow- You could see this situation was getting worse for wear and decided it was high time to flee. So, you grab a Super Potion to spray your Tyrunt after giving it the order to Roar. Well, at least the healing would work out well. You were given plenty of warning before engaging this foe. A foe that was obviously off the beaten path. This was a fight you had to do, there was no escape. As Prince begins to open his maw to Roar, the Paras make quick work to counter. Suddenly taking damp moisture from the air, and its own spores, the Pokemon uses String Shot. Another move Paras could only get through external methods. Was this an escaped lab experiment? That was possibly the only explanation at this point. Still, with its battle prowess, this demon was more than prepared. You could hear a sort of gagging noise as you see your Tyrunt covered in white string. A muffled roar comes out of the Pokemon, but most to get the extra threading out of its mouth. Nowhere near enough to be intimidating. Instead, the Paras just... watches you. It then skitters back up the ceiling and looks at you. It then starts to create more string, and you feel something... sticky. You could feel your legs get tied together with scarily accurate precision, as its String Shot binds you. While you could possibly crawl away, you feel stuck to the floor. You'd need Prince's help in escaping this. and the Paras seemed hellbent on keeping you here until this battle was over. You were tresspassers to it. At least if you do finish the battle, the rewards should be more than enough to make up for it. And, you had the health advantage now, despite being even more sluggish. What do you do?
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Down the street right through the city
This was disadvantageous. One false move and he'd lose his first battle. Even if he was victorious in the first bout, this bird would most certainly be the end of him. Yet, perhaps he could take advantage of his foe not knowing of his Pokemon. He then grabbed Lili's Pokeball and set her free.
The slender flower gave a quick bow on seeing her foe, not phased at all. While they might lack in strength to match, they would more than make up for it with subterfuge. From the shadows, they'd strike, disabling every part of their foe's strategy. So, with orders already planned out, Hotaru speaks out. "Alright, let's do this. Sing it to sleep with a Grass Whistle. We can't risk close-quarter combat," words he made sure his foe would hear. Battles were fought with more than commands but also lies. "Then, plant the seeds of victory with a Leech Seed!" they would need to be healthy in this fight, to more than make up for the effective damage they would be taking. Best to set up now in case it ends up becoming asleep. "Finish with an Energy Ball," he orders. While the move wouldn't deal a lot of damage, the potential for weakened defenses would help them out here. Hopefully, he could outsmart his foe here.
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The one waiting on the other side, however, appeared to be a sentient bubble made of gum... until it popped, revealing a girl behind her. Her choice of outfit and make-up were... unique, certainly not one he'd ever seen in his homeland. His first thought was that she might be a fan of Piers of Galar, but at the same time, she had a style all of her own. She mentioned a Bradley fellow, likely the man in black from before, then asked for his name. "Good evening, I'm..." before Arne could continue, he was being hurried inside. As he did, something brushed up against his leg. He expected it to be Gustav, except he'd already made his way inside, as expected of him. So... who? Wait, you're... His eyes shifted down to see a black cat rubbing against his leg before making its way inside the warehouse ahead of him. A stray looking for shelter for the night, no doubt, except... Arne had met it before, he was almost sure of it. That Litten from before... I gave you some leftovers from our breakfast this morning! Right before... right before I challenged that Charmander Trainer and got humiliated. You were looking pretty rough then. Still are... did you follow me all the way here? The cat dashed past Gustav and out of sight, no doubt looking for someplace warm to sleep. It was a Fire-Type Pokemon, after all. Still, no point in worrying about it now. He had a job to do. Turning to face the strangely-dressed girl, he cleared his throat. "My name is Arne. I received a piece of paper requesting help in this location. But I'm afraid I am... unaware of the details. Or even who I'm supposed to be helping." He realized his choice of words was much too formal, but he wasn't yet comfortable with the language to sound more casual. He realized all too well it was a manner of speaking that simply did not gel with this place's vibe at all... Hopefully he wouldn't leave too bad of a first impression on his very first job as a Trainer, though. In his nervousness, he instinctively looked away from the girl and toward Gustav, the small turtle standing cross-armed with an amused grin on his face. Nothing ever fazed that one, did it?... [OoC: I'm not sure if that part with the Litten is considered self-updating, if it is I can remove it! I just kinda wanted to introduce Rudy to the ongoing story, if that's okay!] |
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10-24-2022, 10:14 AM
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You gave directions to your pokemon and without a moment to waste you followed suit after Malori and Patrick. It was hard to keep up with the two of them, Patrick was practically running with Malori following behind weaving through crowds and crossing the streets of Bohem before finally seeming to slow down atop the Alto Bridge. Panic set into people below as Patrick started to climb the bridge beams reaching up to the top, standing and screaming into the howling wind at the top. " I won't forgive you for what you have done to our son, do you hear me?! I WON'T FORGIVE YOU AND WILL HUNT YOU DOWN EVEN IF IT TAKES THE REST OF MY LIFE" Malori was panicking at the bottom of the beam her partner climbed atop and was trying to coax him down, it didn't seem however that he could hear her at the moment. You could see some passerby pedestrians calling 911 frantically before Patrick fell and got himself hurt. During this time the Sinestea was uncontrollably sobbing " why didn't it work? why didn't they laugh and rejoice? why can't they let go?" A trainer approached you since you seemed to be assessing the situation and spoke calmly and quickly, the rather tall man gestured to his Pokeball and looked at Patrick as he spoke to you, the former still screaming his lungs out. " I have a pokemon I can use to get him down from there, we've called for support but emergency services won't be here in time and he's already losing his footing. As he spoke surely enough you could see Patrick stumble scaring the crowd below and causing his wife to panic even more " Do you have pokemon that can help in this situation? We will need to calm both him and his wife down before paramedics get here?" What will you do? |
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10-26-2022, 12:14 PM
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Let's make the most of the night
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She looks at you, seeming a little annoyed. You were a stranger to these lands, after all. Your fair features were quite noticeable, even more so than most. The dark clothes were a way to detract from them, but here it only highlighted them. She then gives you an unamused smile and motions toward the cat. "You can have that stray if you want," she mutters. "It likes you well enough." "Anyways, Arne, you can call me Nikki. Welcome to J12, the Punk's Paradise. We're throwing a party later tonight and needed someone to help with the set-up," she explains, and motions you further into the warehouse. You can see a few other teenagers standing around, talking amongst themselves. One of them seemed to be messing with a soundboard, and another was sorting through decorations. She calls them all over, and they come to look you over. "The lanky one is Richie, the curvy girl is Courtney. Our sound master is Deshawn, and the last one we're missing is Bradley," she states before introducing you. "This is Arne." The rest of them give you a look over, say their standard hellos, and then head back to what they're doing. Seems that they were used to outside help coming and going. You weren't the first person, and most likely not the last person they'd need for their parties. "As for what we'll need you for is to help get some of the supplies we need," she tells you before blowing another bubble. "Bradley should be back soon, and he'll go with you. I need to make sure things are running here. So, are you willing to help us out? We won't force ya." Seems like an easy enough job. Grabs party supplies, and brings them back. The fact that they're willing to pay you for that is more than enough. Though, it did feel... odd. Considering the fact that they want an escort with you. Perhaps to not steal what they needed? Or was it for other reasons? Still, you felt this was your final chance to figure out a new course. What do you do?
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Besides, he already had Gustav, and the Haraldson household had a pretty strict policy regarding "unfocused training". Which was to say, each member of the family was expected to choose and excel at a single Type of Pokemon - in the patriarch's words, "lack of commitment yields lack of strength". And so, every one of his siblings naturally expected Arne to specialize in Water Pokemon once he'd chosen the Squirtle as his partner. I never really considered a different approach. Even if I did, I'd be the first one to break that family tradition. Even if I ended up bonding with that stray Litten, it could never have a place on my team... could it? Gustav's poking at his leg forced him to refocus and pay attention to the mission. It was their first one, after all - he couldn't afford to mess up. Apparently, he'd been hired by some sort of punk band - Nikki, Richie, Courtney, Deshawn and the missing Bradley. Arne tried to recall if he'd ever heard of such a musical act since arriving on these lands, but it stood to reason that they wouldn't be famous if they needed the help of complete strangers to put their performances together. One thing he knew was true regardless of country, however, was that bands had names. And so, he attempted his own idea of small talk. "It's a pleasure to meet you all.And I would be happy to assist, of course. I can't say I've heard of your band before though - as you no doubt realized, I'm not from around these parts. What name do you all go by?" As he spoke, his mind wandered to a different matter altogether - that of his escort, who was yet to appear and, more importantly Arne wasn't sure he needed to begin with. Unless... Unless Bradley's role will be a different one altogether. Something doesn't feel right here... His eyes shifted to Gustav, trying to gauge if his partner felt just as hesitant. But either the intricacies of the mission flew right over the Squirtle's head, or he simply did not care to overthink things. So, par for the course. "I suppose all we need to do is wait for your friend Bradley, then? I'm ready when he is." |
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10-31-2022, 03:45 PM
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Liltwick - Though you technically still have momentum over your opponent, Skarmory’s unorthodox typing has erected a massive wall before your path to victory. Kiba and Lilli both lose in a straight fight to the bird, and you realize very quickly that there is only a single way out of this.
Once again, the appearance of your Hisuian Pokemon garners a wave of excitement and interest from the audience. The graceful dancer is perfect for this stage, and certainly the Trainer across from you seems... perplexed by your choice of a Grass-type. No matter, you must simply be too stubborn to concede, she must be thinking. “Skarmory! End this swiftly with Fly!” Your foe launches itself into the air, and prepares to attack. If Momiji couldn’t withstand a much weaker Flying move at a neutral type matchup, then double advantage would surely spell the end for your dancing plant. You can already imagine the way the crowd will roar when they see the magnificence of a one-stroke battle play out before them. You endeavor to deny them that pleasure. You order Liligant to action, and in bringing her grassy arm to her lips she begins twirling and playing an enchanting tune! The music washes over the crowd, and you notice out of the corner of your eye a couple people nodding off where they stand. Lilli ends her performance with a flourishing bow, all in the face of Skarmory careening towards her with its beak ready to gore. You have one shot at this. Little more than a coin flip between success and defeat. Skarmory is getting uncomfortably close to impact, the holes in its body letting out a terrifying whistle. In your time, how many people in faraway lands met their end hearing this exact same sound? Wait—you catch a glimpse of the bird’s eyes! They’re closed! Lilli dodges to the side, and Skarmory comes crashing down just shy of its target! The crowd is in an uproar, and the announcer is making some sort of witty comment about the situation, but you are laser-focused on blocking out distractions. This will only last momentarily, and you need to press the advantage as far as it will take you. Swiping her arms, Lilli carries out the rest of your orders and dusts the Pokemon’s body with sapping spores. All the while, Layla is hollering above the din, trying to coax Skarmory to get up. "Get up! Get up and attack!!" Suddenly, the creature’s eyes dart open, and its slit-shaped pupils narrow until they appear almost to be two unbroken pools of amber. The Pokemon kips up, its razor-sharp feathers slashing through Lilli with a Wing Attack! Even the most paltry of the poultry’s attacks proves dangerous to her, and she cries out sharply in pain as she reels back. Even though she’s Injured, that doesn’t mean the battle is over yet! In retaliation, she collects her life energy between her arms and fires it at Skarmory... only for it to plink harmlessly off its double-resistant armor. Your Leech Seed is doing far better damage than that. All around you, you can feel the disappointment of the crowd. They seem convinced that you’re simply dragging out the inevitable. Calls to just scoop pound at your ears, and your opponent seems confused as to what you hoped to accomplish with that last attack. Is this the result you were looking for? What will you do, now that you know you’re backed up against the wall?
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This isn’t some wild Pokemon desperately flailing about, no. There’s an intelligence behind those blank eyestalks. It is a cruel, calculating will, knowing not the concept of love nor hate for the being who created it—be they God or a scientist playing one—merely an indifferent knowledge that neither will step in to save this boy. Hatchley’s suit pads some of the blow of crashing to the rust-eaten floor, but it still hurts like hell. Pain and panic overtake him as he kicks and strains, trying anything he can to pry his legs loose from one another. No use. He’s stuck here until he can deal with that Thing. “Prince! Are you alright?” he calls, his voice strained as he struggles to contort his body enough to see what’s going on. All he can hear are muffled snarls of rage as Tyrunt chews and spits away the webbing gumming up his teeth, his tail writhing in disgust all the while. Thankfully, getting strung up is preferable to taking another Metal Claw. Even if the poison has taken its toll, his potion provides enough of a buffer for them to stay on the offense... hopefully. Hatchley glances up at the monster clinging to the ceiling. His entire body is damp with sweat, and his breathing is rattled, but he has to keep thinking. How can Tyrunt snipe that creature from below? There has to be something he can do... “Knock that fungal piece of shit down with your Ancient Power, then go in for the kill with Stomp, got it?” He wanted to avoid using Rock-type moves, but they’ve run out of options. At least as a special attack, there’s far less risk of collateral damage, but this isn’t a move they’ve practiced very much. Hatchley gives his Pokemon a calming look, telling him to push through the pain and focus on landing a hit. Everything will be okay. The truth is, Hatchley is one who probably needs that reassurance more than Prince. He’s terrified, but he isn’t about to die in some stupid vent to some stupid bug. Paras is severely weakened, and it’s clear the bug is trying to control the range of engagement to avoid another big blow. It’s time to show them there’s no safe distance from an angry Tyrunt!
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