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Old 09-16-2022, 11:10 PM   #201
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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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Old 09-21-2022, 02:50 PM   #202
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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?
Everything was a blur, and he soon found himself face to face with his opponent. The information came way too fast, and he was still processing his angle. The prizes, besides the Growlithe, all seemed to be mediocre. He knew not what a Technical Machine was, but it seemed to teach moves. Though, the thing that annoyed him was the moniker he was given. 'Twilight Shinobi'.

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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