10-30-2021, 07:00 PM | #1 |
Dragon's Tears
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Yuki Yonka's Cute Contest Candy Giveaway!
As Fizzytopia rings with festivities for the spookiest time of year, hordes of Trick-of-Treaters gather in the streets, striving to snag as many sweets as they can before night’s end. When they return home with their spoils to sift through the candy collection however, each discovers upon unwrapping a certain chocolate bar that a mysterious blue-and-white ticket has somehow been slipped inside the foil: It’s an invitation to Saccharine Sweets Island, but strangely there’s no mention of power spots or gigantic Pokémon associated with the usual monthly Raid alerts. Rather, the fine print text on the back simply states that all trainers are bidden to attend a very special event to be hosted by an anonymous benefactor… Curious, those who follow the instructions arrive by charitably pre-chartered ferry the very next day to find a flock of Milcery onshore ready to greet them, with one particularly excited member at the forefront. She bows graciously to the guests before leading them through the lush licorice jungle, across the flowing fondue river and peanut butter swamp. As the party carefully makes its way over chunks of fudge stepping stones, the fairy guides start to hum a familiar (if perhaps somewhat unsettling) song as they help the less coordinated travelers maintain their footing, surrounding and supporting on all sides to prevent anyone from losing purchase and getting swept away by the sticky currents. Eventually they reach a point where the waterway widens too far to cross on foot, and the head Milcery whistles to summon something shadowy from upstream. A bowed figure emerges through the thick fog – revealing itself as a grand gondola built entirely of gingerbread and granola, held together by hardened honey and molasses. It sails to a graceful stop before the crowd, oddly appearing unmanned. Despite the tourists’ trepidation, they’re all eagerly ushered onboard, and the vessel takes off at surprising speed. As the yacht yearns forward faster and faster, so too does the escorts’ eerie tune pick up in pace, matching tempo to the boat’s blinding trajectory. Cutting through the concealing sensory mist that still clings persistently to the atmosphere even after Castform’s departure, creepy mirage-like images seem to shift and clip all around like a kaleidoscope, affecting the climature’s seasons and throwing the entire ecosystem out of whack. Is it raining? Is it snowing? There’s no earthly way of knowing… Suddenly, the ship jerks to a halt, and the terrified passengers glance up to see themselves deposited in front of a majestic hall. Something about the towering building itself feels slightly off, as if it too is a fleeting illusion, temporary and transient. For how could such a magnificent structure be erected in the center of the isle without notice in such a short timeframe, even given the previous month’s lack of activity? Regardless, most are too shaken from the wondrously psychedelic ride to question the logistics much, and cautiously disembark to approach the ephemeral entity’s entrance – where a dark-haired, bespectacled woman waits at the candy cane gate with a broad beam on her face. Compared to her usual hooded casual appearance, she’s dressed smartly in fancy garb; wearing a sleek and sharp, shiny sapphire suit as she politely tips her top hat to receive the visitors one by one. “Welcome, welcome… Glad you all could make it.” As she shepherds the lucky assembly inside, the group gasps in awe once she flings open the doors to unveil an enormous mountain of Rare Candies – just as giant as any Gigantamaxed creature. The suspicious sponsor grins as she senses several already drooling over her painstakingly amassed fortune pile over so many years serving as the prize pot, and proceeds to explain the rules of the game… 1) All players will be participating in a Cute Contest, however it will function a little differently to ones in the past. For each Appeal, contestants can order up to three Moves – you are responsible for RPing the results of how effectively the Attacks are combined, and judgment will then be drawn based on the general following criteria: Creativity: 10 Overall Flow: 10 Overall Appearance: 10 2) Contest Condition points and Contest Attack Categories will have no bearing on the final score. If you can find a way to make a “Cool” or “Tough” Move work to your advantage, by all means do so. (Just remember you’re aiming for “Cuteness” above all.) 3) You are permitted to use up to one Held Item and one Accessory as props in your Appeal. Anything that can conceivably exist within the environment is also fair game. 4) There will be two rounds of Appeals. For the first round, no pre-registration is required, and any amount of players may post their Appeal publicly along with their selected Pokémon’s current stats. Stats may be edited before the deadline, however once the first round finishes those stats are locked in for the remainder of the contest. 5) The top four scorers will advance to the second round, where they must design a stage of their own choosing, which the Psychic Types of the island will work to bring to life. Appeals for this round are to be PMed to me along with a description of the stage. 6) The top two will then face off against each other in a final Battle round. The person who achieves the highest average score between both Appeal rounds will be granted the choice to use either the initial setting (i.e. Saccharine Sweets) or their own designed stage as the arena. 7) Cash and Bond may be claimed at regular rate for RP. 8) First round Appeal submissions are due by Friday, November 12th, 11:59 PM GMT. Without further ado, let FB’s first official Cute Contest in over a decade… Finally begin! |
11-02-2021, 09:23 AM | #2 | |
An actual game I made!
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It had been a most interesting Halloween for Keith. A fun Halloween party, more candy than was strictly advisable for human consumption in such a short span of time, adding a nightmarish Jigglypuff created by Giratina itself to his team- you know, the usual. But the fun and games weren't over just yet- no, as Keith and his family indulged in the candy, Keith was quick to find a strange ticket wrapped up with a chocolate bar. An invitation to a special event to be held by an anonymous benefactor on Saccharine Island. This... this caught their attention.
And so, the next day, they headed out. They followed the flock of Milcery through the highly edible wilderness once they reached Saccharine Island, on board the gingerbread-granola gondola (try saying that three times fast!). Ominously, the vessel appeared unmanned, though the Milcery ushered the guests aboard all the same, and once all were aboard, they were off. Faster and faster, right through the eerie mist, with creepy images flashing around them. Keith, while not outwardly freaked out, nevertheless held his wife and daughter close to him. Maribel didn't seem scared either (then again, when was she ever?). In stark contrast, however, Willa shrieked like a Misdreavus every couple of seconds. Finally, they arrived at their destination, and they stood before a grand building that seemed as though it must surely be an illusion. And yet, there it stood. And more to the point, there also stood a dark-haired woman. Keith chuckled and grinned- he recognized Jessica, even if she was dressed quite differently than usual. But he didn't have much time to wonder what the hell was going on before they were told exactly what was going on. Or rather, first and foremost, they were shown the prize that awaited- a veritable mountain, a League Champion's ransom in Rare Candies. Keith's eyes widened, his mouth falling open- one of them could conceivably win all of this!? Needless to say, he paid rapt attention as Jessica began to explain the rules of what was going to go down here. Put simply, they were taking part in a Cute Contest, but the prize was no mere Ribbon- instead, they were competing for that colossal confection collection! "Wow," Maribel murmured, once the instructions had ceased and the planning could begin. "So whoever wins this Contest wins those Rare Candies?" "That seems to be about the shape of it, sweetie," Keith nodded. "The only question is, which of us will go in for this? Willa raised an eyebrow, smirking at her husband. "Well, isn't it obvious?" she said. "Only one of us three can claim to own the world's cutest Pokémon." "...There's something to that," Keith conceded. "She'd be perfect for this." "And correct me if I am wrong, but you and her have already been practicing various potential Contest appeals, yes?" Willa continued. "True, true," Keith nodded. "Hm... Yes... Lemme run an idea or two by you guys..." he began, and the family huddled together as Keith laid out the plans forming in his mind. ~~~~~ At last, the time had come. The appeal round of the Cute Contest was at hand, and it was Keith's turn. Willa and Maribel were spectating, and applauded the loudest and longest of all when Keith stepped out, Poké Ball in hand. Was he nervous? Arceus above, yes! He had had no idea what to expect from today, least of all his Contest debut! But he took a deep calming breath- he could do this. Contained in the ball in his hand was the cutest Pokémon in the world, and now everyone would get to see it. It was time to put his money where his mouth was. His eyes flew open, and he clicked the button on the Poké Ball to bring it to full size. "It's time, Pomona!" he exclaimed, throwing the ball. "Show 'em what you got!" The ball burst open in a flash of light, ad the first impression most onlookers might get was that Keith had sent out a Meganium, going off of the shape. But when the flash of light died down, they would see that the Meganium in question was merely a luminous life-sized plushie of Meganium, being held onto by the comparatively smaller Grass-type standing beside it. "Saur~" Pomona called out cutely, smiling at those looking on at this. The Ivysaur was downright adorable, both in terms of natural looks, and also courtesy of the Moon Tiara she wore on her head. "Here we go," Keith stated. "Just as we planned, Pomona!" "Ivy~" Pomona responded. She turned and backed up somewhat, facing the Illumina Meganium Plushie that stood on its own, posed as though preparing to pounce, and then... well, she pounced! Jumping all around and over the legs and torso of the plushie, proceeding to Play Rough with it. But not too rough- it was more in the way of pretend wrestling, as one might expect a baby Growlithe to attempt with its plush toy of choice, except made all the more adorable by the fact that this Ivysaur was attempting to take something down so much larger than herself- Meganium just normally were larger than Ivysaur, but this plushie was modeled after the Illumina Meganium specifically, a particularly luminous specimen known to be somewhere in the area of 12 feet tall! But it didn't stop there. As Pomona fake-wrestled with the plushie, she gradually went higher and higher up the height of the towering prop. Once this led her to start going up the plushie's neck in an increasingly rapid spiral motion, the flower on her back began to let out a pink Sparkly substance that proceeded to Swirl all around. The whirlwind of sparkles got faster and faster to match the user's movements... until finally, Pomona reached the top of the Meganium's head, and let loose the rest of the energy of the Sparkly Swirl in one sudden burst that rippled all around, causing the sparkly stuff to cease its swirling. This resulted in the sparkles gently fluttering down to the ground all around Pomona, the sparkles twinkling gently like stars in the night sky due to the light still given off by the Illumina Meganium Plushie she proudly stood atop. The plushie's light also helped to illuminate Pomona herself, showing off her naturally adorable looks in all the better of light. The Moon Tiara helped, too- its lunar motif went very well with the twinkling sparkles that fluttered down around them. And to top the whole thing off, while the sparkles continued to gently fall, Pomona pulled the most adorable face anyone present would surely have ever seen, and smiled and winked, showing off the fullest extent of her Charm while the aftermath of all this was still serving to highlight just how adorable she was. A truly stunning finish. Once they were done, Pomona slid back down the neck of the plushie, trampolined off the neck flower, and landed gracefully on the stage, whereupon she and Keith simultaneously took a bow. Keith exhaled in relief as they did so- it had been so nerve-wracking to perform like this on such short notice, but right now he was confident that their display of pure, unadulterated d'aawww was enough to melt the iciest of hearts, and hopefully, hopefully, get them into the next round. OOC: Keith Masters will be entering this with Pomona, the world's cutest Ivysaur. 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11-02-2021, 01:16 PM | #3 |
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With the threat of the Dynamaxed Galarian Rapidash being behind them, Leo could focus on the event being held in his gym. Even if he couldn't participate in the battle himself, as he had his duty as a Gym Leader to make sure the island wasn't destroyed. Sometimes that meant participating himself, while other times that meant letting others handle it while doing damage control. For whatever he needed to do, he'd do it.
Though, he was still taken by surprise when the event host began. She unveiled a gargantuan pot of Rare Candy, and was offering it as the prize. How did someone manage to amass a horde of that size? It was absolutely, positively humungous. This blindsided him... He was told the prizes would be Rare Candy but that was a ton. Like, a metric ton. With much deliberation, he had decided on his appeal. There were a few of his fairies that he debated between, but decided on his newest addition. The Clefairy, after all, was one of the cutest Pokemon he'd seen (next to Custard obviously). Custard deserved some much-needed rest, and his last idea, Tart, was very much lacking in the move department for this to work. Even if the Marill wearing a floatie was adorable. Watching the quite interesting... performance before him, he felt a little better. That was certainly a little overwhelming, having to watch the Ivysaur trapeze around the gargantuan plushie. Though, kind of a shame that a plushie was involved there. He had a feeling that there would definitely be more used here than just the appeal before him and his. Shaking his head, he walked onto the stage. He grabbed a Poke Ball from his belt, a Jirachi Plushie from his bag, and some star shades. Letting out the Pokemon, a shiny Clefairy appeared from the ball with luxurious, shining sparkles. He then handed the Clefairy the plushie and put the Star Shades onto the plushie. "Okay Parfait... Just like we practiced!" Leo shouted towards the star fairy, who gave him a nod of approval. The Clefairy meekly sat the Jirachi plushie onto the other side of the stage, back turned to the Clefairy, before running back over. With the stage set, the appeal would be able to start. "Alright, give the plushie your best Fake Tears, then once you're done give it a lovely Charm, and finish up by running up and giving it a Sweet Kiss!" Leo ordered, and the fairy began. Parfait sat down and began to cry fake crocodile tears. He sniffled towards the plushie, crying that the plushie was ignoring it. Once he was done, he cutely rubbed his eyes before standing back up. It was obvious that in this appeal's story, the Jirachi was ignoring the Clefairy for some reason. Teary-eyed with some renewed determination, the Clefairy produced charming hearts around it and blew them off towards the Jirachi plushie. The First one hit it towards the head, causing the plushie to slowly turn around towards Parfait and the shades to be knocked off, showing sparkly eyes. The Clefairy then let out an adorable, happy squeal as the plushie was finally noticing it. Then, with a running start, the Clefairy flies towards the Jirachi. The last of the fake tears fly off of the Pokemon's green eyes, leaving a small sparkling trail behind him. The pink blob then lands into the plushie, and picks it up, and swings it around before giving it a sweet, tender kiss on the cheek and nuzzling its face. With their appeal done, Leo motions Parfait to clear the stage with the plushie and dropped shades. Hopefully, the judges would find this little cute story appealing. He had things to plan for later stages, and very much did not want to risk revealing further tricks that he had up his sleeve. But, that's if the judges actually enjoy his appeal. All he could do was wave, thank the audience and hope. --- OOC: Having Parfait the Shiny Clefairy hold my used Jirachi Plushie and use the Star Shades Accessory. Species: Clefairy (Shiny) Calendar Date: February 23rd Name: Parfait Type: Fairy Level: 32 Ability: Friend Guard Nature: Naive, Innocent, Hopeful, Inspiring, Sweet Gender: Male Pokeball: Luxury Hold Item: N/A Obtained: Hatch Moves- Level-Up: After You, Charm, Copycat, Defense Curl, Disarming Voice, Encore, Growl, Healing Wish, Pound, Sing, Splash, Spotlight, Sweet Kiss, Stored Power, Minimize, Double Slap, Amnesia, Follow Me, Life Dew, Magical Leaf, Metronome, Bestow, Wake-up Slap, Body Slam, Moonlight, Cosmic Power, Gravity, Lucky Chant, Moonblast, Meteor Mash Egg Move: Aromatherapy, Belly Drum, Fake Tears, Wish TM/HM: Move Tutor: Other:
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11-09-2021, 11:31 PM | #4 | |
Blades and Butterflies
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"Rhubarb, it appears as if we've entered the Third Circle of Hell... I suppose they've tidied up a bit for the promised festivities, but I have no doubt that il gran vermo wades within these indulgent waters, eager to swallow us up. What wretchedness."
These were the words of Oroitz, a strange, red-eyed human in Honchkrow-inspired garb, complete with stylish hat and obsidian suit, who utters them the moment he steps off the graciously pre-chartered Saccharine Sweets ferry service onto dry land. He is accompanied by a single Pokémon, the one referred to as Rhubarb - an incredibly eager and excited Gulpin, whose assessment of the scenery is quite at odds with the grimacing trainer that accompanies her. Stars in her eyes and rumbles in her stomach, the little Gulpin picks up everything within reach that isn't nailed down - anything that she thinks won't be missed - and samples all that the island has to offer. Strands of licorice from the licorice jungle! Sips of delicious peanut butter swamp water! A bite out of a fudge stepping stone! Now this - this was Heaven, and no one could tell her otherwise. Oroitz follows behind Rhubarb, eyes sharp, hawk-like, ever alert against potential dangers. "Now, see here, Rhubarb," he chides, pulling the joyful poison type out of the swamp in which she plays and eats. "I will not allow you to be carried away by the sumptuous tides and sucked up with an extraction pipe out of some decadent fudge river! Do not surrender to temptation, or surely, we will be subjected to some sort of lesson in morality... And we are above such petty trifles." Rhubarb dreams of flying above some delicious, delicious trifles, not quite understanding anything else about what Oroitz just said. Aware that the Gulpin is likely more focused on sugary sweets than the nourishing fruits of his knowledge, Oroitz simply rolls his eyes and carries the Gulpin across the swamp, with some help from the Milcery guides. Eventually, however, the river can no longer be reasonably traversed on foot. The Head Milcery is quick to provide the solution, whistling to summon an unmanned gingerbread-granola-gondola from beneath a veil of thick fog. Oroitz raises an eyebrow at this, clearly hesitant to board the craft, but before he can even weigh his options, Rhubarb is already bouncing onto the gondola, the scent of honey and gingerbread drawing her in. Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of Hell a-glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? So the song of the cream-scented fae went. Rhubarb seems... oddly at ease with the situation she finds herself in, gnawing and munching contentedly on the bench she and Oroitz sit on, oblivious to the horrifying images around her. Oroitz, on the other hand, seems unable to look away at the phantasmagoria of color and terror, even as his seat cracks and crumbles from the structural damage done by the friendly Pokémon he is escorting. By some miracle, their bench does not completely fall apart despite Rhubarb's sampling of the boat, and by the time the ride is over, a thoroughly frazzled Oroitz nearly has to drag the poison type off the gondola for fear that she may swallow the ship in its entirety. Soon, the darkly-garbed gentleman finds himself face-to-face with the stunningly sapphire-adorned host herself - Yuki Yonka. In response to her greeting, Oroitz suddenly becomes rather sheepish. "A pleasure to meet you, madam. My sincerest apologies about the damage to your boat," Oroitz says quickly, hiding his eyes beneath the brim of his hat as he lowers his head. "The little lass is just so excited to be here, and I haven't the heart to - Rhubarb! RHUBARB! What did I say about getting too far ahead -" His apologies thoroughly cut off, he breaks into a run, trying to catch up to the Gulpin. He finds, however, that she has stopped dead in her tracks, transfixed by the sight before her - a veritable mountain of rare candies, bigger than even she could have ever imagined! Saliva dripping from her lips, Rhubarb nearly leaps atop the pile of candies, though Oroitz is able to restrain her just in time. The Gulpin wiggles in protest at first, but she takes a deep breath and calms herself as the rules of the game are explained - she seems to understand that it would be unfair for her to swallow all those candies when she had not won them! She would simply have to do her best at this contest, and hope to earn a share of the loot for herself. The first round of appeals were upon them. Tiaras and plushies, kisses and stars, pink perfection, floral fascination - Rhubarb gulps with intimidation watching her competitors. Little tears form in her eyes as she looks up at Oroitz, silently pleading for reassurance. How could she even hope to compete with such naturally cute Pokémon - so perfectly accessorized and coiffed - when she was a living stomach with no fashion sense? Wouldn't she be a laughing stock? She had been so enamored with all the sweets and treats that she had not given significant thought over whether she even stood a chance, until this very moment, minutes away from her own Appeal... Sensing Rhubarb's growing stage fright, the normally irritable and sarcastic Oroitz rests a gentle hand on the Gulpin's head, but only briefly - for he is busy working on a makeshift ribbon made of licorice that he himself had pilfered from the forest early in their trek, originally intended as a treat for himself for later (besides, the natural black color made it easy to hide in his hat). Adorning the Gulpin's head with the licorice bow, he both fastens and decorates the center of it with a piece of hardened honey, shaped to look like a heart, though a bit rough around the edges. The little Gulpin beams with delight at the makeshift accessory. She would be cute, in her own way - and even if it wasn't enough for anyone else, it was enough for her. With renewed courage, Rhubarb makes her way to the stage, carrying a microwave oven, which she places down beside her. The appeal begins with Gulpin pantomiming placing something into the oven and closing the door, pressing the buttons to turn the appliance on - without a Rotom to possess it, of course, nothing happens, but part of the appeal was joining Rhubarb in her whimsical world of pretend. Dancing with anticipation around the oven with exaggerated expression of delight, she begins to slow down, the expression fading, as if the time spent waiting for her imaginary food to cook dampens her enthusiasm. Eyes heavy, body sagging, surely, a quick Rest would do no harm... Adorably curled up in a little ball, she takes the moment to sleep, dreaming happy dreams. Suddenly, her eyes burst open in shock. She waves her arms wildly, mouth open wide in a gasp - the horror of having overslept with something in the oven! Running over to the appliance, she opens the door and immediately sticks her head in... At that very moment, she releases a Smog from her lips, to give the illusion that the moment she opens the door and looks in, smoke from burned food comes billowing out. Slamming the door shut again, wisps of errant smoke sneak out of the sides of the microwave oven as the Gulpin's countenance turns pensive... What to do, now that her food has been ruined? Gulpin's face suddenly returns to her previous look of sheer excitement. Unhinging her jaw, she Swallows the microwave oven whole. Her face beams with joy and triumph, as the narrative of her little story ends with success - and a little moral about not letting one's failures get in the way of dinner. The little Gulpin bows to signal the end of her performance, though the act is slightly difficult with an entire kitchen appliance inside her. Clinking and clanking off the stage, she nonetheless seems very pleased with herself - she had literally chewed up the scenery, and got to eat a whole microwave oven! That was a small victory in and of itself... Quote:
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11-11-2021, 04:24 PM | #5 | |
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Stepping into the candyland haven, Liawe felt somewhat uneasy. The overwhelming sweetness wasn't entirely new to her, living with a Bounsweet and all, but it was still unnerving. She felt like she was walking into a fly-trap. Cavaroc, on the other hand, didn't really seem to care, as she bounced around the place, nibbling at the flora. And indeed, the floor. A land of sweets does tend towards being edible, after all. Swiftly gathering up her little berry buddy, Liawe stepped into the boat that awaited them. She swiftly regretted that decision.
Upon finally disembarking at the grand hall, Liawe resolved to fly directly home from the hall if at all possible. Never. Again. She strongly disliked the mystical fog that shrouded the journey. It felt like she'd taken a ride on Charon's ferry. Shaking herself down, and setting down Cavaroc who began to merrily hop along behind her, she ventured further in, to discover what madness awaited. Instead, she was direct to a dressing room, to prepare for some... Contest appeal? She'd never really seen the appeal of contests, but Cavaroc was energetic as ever so she figured she might as well let the Bounsweet have some fun. And so it was that Cavaroc stepped on to the stage, as Liawe stood in the wings waiting. Bouncing forwards, she seemingly tripped and fell- but Liawe knew the feint, as Cavaroc's "fall" sent her bouncing forwards, the controlled Splash making her appear a little clumsy. Hopefully endearingly so. Looking up at the judges, she then smiled at them, attempting to Charm her way into their hearts, before hopping forwards and gently bouncing between them, Playing Nice with the judges in the hope that a more personal appeal would bring her better scores. That was Liawe's plan anyway. Hopefully it'd work. Quote:
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11-11-2021, 06:13 PM | #6 |
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Spoiler: show "A Pokemon Contest, huh? I've heard of those," PJ thought aloud, seeing the sign. "Not sure how they work, though." The idea had some thoughts spiraling in Darik's head. He'd never participated in any of them, but he'd spent a fair time in Hoenn, and it was impossible for him not to be aware of them as a concept there. Slateport, where he'd first arrived in Hoenn, had a pretty active contest scene, after all. He looked over the rules laid out. "Well some Contests are based off general appeal. The primary round involves showing off your Pokemon's abilities and talents in whatever way possible to woo the crowd and judges. Then it moves onto battle rounds, where damage isn't necessarily the most important factor. If your attacks can dazzle the judges, even if they're weak and do little to no damage, your opponent loses appeal points. Knocking the opponent out in the allotted time will still secure the win, so it's always something to try for, but if your attacks and counters were more appealing to the judges, you can win even if you're far behind in damage taken. It looks like this is less of a general Contest, and instead one based on Cuteness. So while a very beautiful or clever display will win points in a more generalised Contest, this one selects for Cute appeals and attacks above all. It's a lot more limiting, but the specificity brings focus." PJ's blank look indiated to is uncle he didn't quite get it. He was rather young after all. "Okay, basically, you enter a Pokemon you think can perform well in doing cute moves, both as a solo appeal, as well as in a battle situation. Yu try your best to make the judges see it as cutely as possible in the solo appeal. If you make it to the battle rounds, you want to prioritise cuteness in your battle style above just dealing damage. The cuter your Pokemon can appear to the judges, the better." "Okay, I think I get it." PJ responded. "Are you wanting to join?" "I think not," his uncle replied. "If it were a more general Contest, or the subject was something like Coolness, Toughness, or Cleverness, maybe, but I don't really have the right instincts for a Cute based appeal. I can try to help you out a bit, but I don't think I'd want to do it myself." "That makes sense," PJ replied. The two went into the Gym hosting the contest to sign PJ up. APPEAL ROUND PJ Appoached the arena. He'd come up with a few ideas, and workshopped them with his uncle. For a man who was adamant he didn't have the instincts for a contest like this, he sure did have some ideas PJ found pretty adorable. He pulled out the Friend Ball his Plusle was in, but he'd made sure to make even the entrance as attention-grabbing as possible. He'd put the Ball in a Ball Capsule, and had affixed a few seals to it. He tossed out the Ball, sending the Plusle out into the appeal arena. Blue Confetti streamed out from the left side and red confetti streamed out from the right, while a few multicoloured stars lightly obscured the Plusle from view, as she popped out of the ball. The stars cleared, showing her holding a Magical Elf Minun Plushie, the same small size as her, hugging and Nuzzling it as she came into view. Noticing she was now exposed, she let out a small, shy, cute Growl, holding the plushie even closer to her. Realising she was fine, she was emboldened. She held the plushie's hands his hers. Small, harmless spark pom poms emerged from her hands, where the plushie Minun's were touching, and she jumped and danced around with it, using her Helping Hand. |
11-11-2021, 07:30 PM | #7 | |
Rainbow Badge
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“That, is...a lot of candy.”
No, wait, that’s too far in. Swivel swivel swivel, click! ”Froakie, give me those chocolates! They won’t teach you Chocolate Bomb! Pawniard, quit cutting up that jelly snack! It’s for eating, not whittling!” Nope, that’s too far back. Where’s the scene where they find the ticket? Swivel swivel, click! Crinkle, crinkle, crump, “Eh? What’s this ticket doing here? An invit—” Perfect. Just crop the previous part out, and...play. ~~~ It was Halloween night. Jake Celeste and his Pokémon, sitting in the lobby of the Laba Dome at the Campus of the Tech and Psychic, were feasting on the multitude of snacks they had gone trick-or-treating for earlier that day. Wrappers littered the tiled floor around an overflowing garbage bag in one corner of the room; another, larger garbage bag beside it was filled dangerously close to the brim. “We don’t have much candy left,” Jake called out to the Pokémon who were still stuffing their faces. “Go easy on the stuff. I don’t want to have to treat you guys’s stomachaches tomorrow morning.” One more chocolate, please? Lucario’s telepathic voice pleaded in the Trainer’s head. “Of course,” replied Jake, suddenly getting an idea. “Hey, everyone! Finish the piece you’re on, and we’ll be done for today, alright? I’m on my last chocolate bar,” he was saying as he unwrapped the candy he held in his hand, “and once I’m done, I’ll—eh?” The young Aura Guardian removed a thin blue and white ticket from the bar’s wrapper. “What’s this ticket doing here? An invitation to Saccharine Island?” “Saccharine Island?” A small voice with a vibration perked up as several Pokémon gathered around Jake, looking cluelessly at the ticket (for they could not read). “What does it say?” asked Ribombee, the voice’s owner. The Trainer flipped the ticket over, reading the fine print on its backside. “‘All trainers are bidden to attend a very special event to be hosted by an anonymous benefactor’? I think I got that right?” he reported. The very next statement in the invitation made his eyes bulge. “Tomorrow?” “You’ll need quite the sound sleep, then,” remarked the cackling voice of Gengar, “in preparation for getting up early to practice for tomorrow’s big day. Hurry downstairs before I use Hypnosis to put you all to sleep on the lobby floor!” she added teasingly. “Gengar!” Jake chided the Ghost/Poison-type playfully, even as he put the ticket in his pocket, stuffed the chocolate bar into his mouth whole, beckoned his Pokémon over and had them quickly finish what was left of their candy, and ushered them toward—and then into—the elevator leading to the sleeping quarters. The next day, the Trainer arrived at Saccharine Island on the pre-chartered ferry service. Led by the Milcery guides into the sugary environment of the candy-covered island, Jake navigated carefully around the syrupy swamp, but despite his best efforts, his shoes were soon caked in sweet, sticky substances by the time the group stopped to wait for their mystical ride. Nothing that Jukin, his big-mouthed Loudred, couldn’t fix, though. Or better yet… Anyway, once one of the Milcery whistled into the fragrant fog, a Soon, the boat came to an abrupt stop, after which Jake opened his eyes and immediately spotted the spectacular setting of the sponsor’s so-called Cute Contest. Making his way off the sugar-sweet ship, the Trainer excitedly entered the almost illusory Contest Hall, greeted by a fancily-dressed woman whom he was not familiar with, but whom several of the other guests seemed to recognize. Once everyone who was attending the event had made their way into the building, this sponsor dramatically opened the doors inside, revealing an impossibly large sum of Rare Candies sitting on the stage as if they contained Gigantamix. Jake’s mouth fell open at the sight of the mountain. “That, is...a lot of candy. And to think someone could win all that...” He put his hands together. “We’ll give it our best shot, won’t we?” he murmured seemingly to himself. The young Aura Guardian listened attentively as the rules of the Contest were explained. Three rounds: only three moves allowed in the first two, which were Appeal rounds... Jake was feeling confident about his chances. As the contestants were sent off the stage to prepare the plans for their performances, Jake took a Pokéball out of his pocket and patted it, knowing that its inhabitant would give his all into the performance. Size—or more rather, lack thereof—wouldn’t stop the Pokémon here; if anything, it would help. This was a Cute Contest, after all. ~~~ So, here they were. Jake Celeste stepped onto the stage of the first Appeal round, giving the onlookers, spectators, and whatever name you could give to an audience, a friendly wave with his left hand. The Trainer held the Pokéball from earlier in his right hand, which was hanging relaxedly by his side at the moment—but that would soon change. Grinning proudly, Jake lifted his right arm up and backward, before thrusting it, and the Pokéball, forward with gusto. “Ribombee, it’s showtime!” he exclaimed. “Beeeee!” With a bright flash of light, the Bee Fly Pokémon appeared, buzzing daintily in the air with almost invisible beats of his translucent wings. Ribombee’s stunning appearance right off the bat, his soft, impeccable scales sparkling with Shield Dust, captured the attention of a sizable number of those present. Not to mention, the species’ natural tiny stature and cute appearance, coupled with the glimmering Ruby Pendant this Bug and Fairy-type wore around his neck, was a recipe for success. Recipe, you say? “Alright, Ribombee, let’s do it—ahaha, hey!” Jake started to say as he made a grand gesture toward his Pokémon, before chuckling visibly. Ribombee had made a beeline for the sticky syrup stuck to the young Aura Guardian’s shoes, and was now smothering his tiny limbs in the melted candy, zipping around his Trainer while sucking much of the stuff clean off. Soon after, the Bee Fly darted toward the audience, fluttering softly on the frosting-coated lollipop bushes lining the sides of the stage as he sipped up all the sugar in sight. Each time he made eye contact with a spectator, the small buggy friend winked, letting the glare of the light reflect just right off the shining surface of his Ruby Pendant and encouraging the judges and audience members to keep him in their sights as he went on his candy-collecting journey. Then, as Jake watched in excitement and anticipation, Ribombee stepped back from the stage sweets, and flew gracefully back to the center of the performance area. The Bug/Fairy-type spun around in place, twirling like a small whirlwind. After a second or two, he stopped and spread his forelimbs out in a voilŕ!, facing the spectators as he drew attention to the two cotton candy-flavored Pollen Puffs he now held in his “hands”, the puffs’ ingredients taken from the Contest Hall itself. Smiling brightly, the pint-sized pollinator fluffed his Pollen Puffs around him like pom-poms, performing a series of movements that resembled both a bee waggle dance—one that mapped the way around and through the stage sweets—and a cheerleader routine. Occasionally, he would take a little bite out of his confections as he frolicked, to trigger the sweet teeth of those watching if the rest of his Appeal thus far hadn’t already done so. All the while, Ribombee’s Ruby Pendant shimmered and sparkled, working with his Shield Dust to add flair to his performance. To wrap up the Appeal, Ribombee put one of his Pollen Puffs to his mouth and then extended out the forelimb that held it, blowing a pure and innocent Draining Kiss at the judges. The move manifested itself as a sparkling pink trail of light, which swirled suspensefully around the Bee Fly Pokémon until he flung his two Pollen Puffs up into the air, each ball sailing toward the other in a slight arc. Joining the Pollen Puffs, the ray of Draining Kiss shot upward along with the pollen-cotton-candy combination. The three projectiles collided perfectly, exploding high up in the air and releasing a vibrant wave of sugar confetti that floated softly down toward the audience, the Bug and Fairy-type having pulled off the finale. With their performance over, Ribombee and Jake took a simultaneous bow, letting themselves be showered with any applause that rang out, before straightening up and waving as they exited the stage. Would the two of them impress the judges enough to make it to the next round of the Contest? Only the judges themselves knew. But whatever the previous Appeals, Jake and the Bug/Fairy-type were confident that the latter’s display of adorable sweetness—both figuratively and literally—would be enticing enough to sway the judges’ opinions to their side. (OOC: Entering my Ribombee in the Cute Contest, and choosing this Ruby Pendant to be his held item during the Contest. 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Posting to formally announce that the deadline for First Round Appeals will be extended 24 hours.
Also a couple things that came up on Discord: 1) Actively using an Ability will count towards one of your Moves. 2) Accessories bought at the Boutique are acceptable here (despite the Boutique's OP stating they can't be used for Contests - apologies for the conflicting oversight OTL). Please consider participating if you're interested! All entrants will be sure to receive something by the end~ ;o |
11-13-2021, 04:37 PM | #9 |
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Having thoroughly enjoyed the festivities this year Rylie ponders on what to do next. Wandering from the shopping district and over towards one of the gyms of Fizzitopia he notices signs of a contest being held in the Fairy gym.
Excited for such a rare event taking place Rylie quickly makes his way over to where the registration was being held, signing his and Naula's names down before being escorted over to the waiting tent. The wait would not prove long as he watched in wonder at the various performances taking place on a nearby screen, with an adorable Ribombee's act being the last he'd get to see before a member of the staff informed him that it was his turn to be on stage. Nervous to be in front of so many people Rylie meekly makes his way onto the stage before pulling out a Luxury Ball containing his partner pokemon, eyes closed he throws the Pokeball into the air before it shoots down a beam of red light...revealing a present box? Bursting forth from the box in a shower of confetti it's revealed that Naula had used Celebrate to make a grand entrance, the Eevee complimenting the confetti with a series of cute hearts from a Charm before giving the judges a direct glance of her Baby-Doll Eyes ---------- Species: Eevee Calendar Date: April 17th Name: Naula Gender: Female Type: Normal Level: 30 Ability: Anticipation Nature: Gentle Pokeball: Luxury Ball Held Item: Light Clay Moves: Covet, Helping Hand, Growl, Tackle, Tail Whip, Sand Attack, Quick Attack, Baby-Doll Eyes, Swift, Refresh, Take-Down, Charm, Double-Edge, Double Kick, Bite, Copycat Egg Move: Wish Tutor Moves: Heal Bell Bond: Reflect, Tri-Attack, Soft-Boiled Heart Swap, Magical Leaf, Pollen Puff, Celebrate, Einherjar
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“Alright. This might be the most stupid thing you’ve dragged me into, and that does count the time we were attacked by a mad psychic scientist and barely made out of it alive.” Vegeta the Quilladin grumps from his position next to his trainer, scowling at the surroundings covered in pink, sugar and… cuteness.
Big sighs. “You don’t actually think that was stupid. You were having the time of your life trying to match up against Karsk. Bad example. And don’t try and bring up the warehouse either, you weren’t even there!” “Even so, this is no place for a warrior. Especially one of my caliber.” The grass Pokémon replies and attempts to cross his arms, though fails due to his current awkward middle stage anatomy. “Exactly. That’s why Wake is gonna participate.” The trainer replies holding up the great ball containing the Marill with a slight smirk. “He’s way more adept at playing cute.” “What?! That’s not fair!” “No more complaining ’Geets you didn’t even want to anyway.” Big says biting back a chuckle. “Now why don’t you get back in your ball so we can get this show on the road.” “Why I oughta-“ the Quilladin is cut off by the red beam of light absorbing him into his dusk ball as the great ball pops open revealing Wake rolling on his back laughing. “Oh man. I needed that.” Wake says, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. “I’d hoped that’d be good motivation for ya.” Big admits matching the grin. “You ready for this?” He asks pulling his bag around to dig out the final touch. The Marill nods, an interesting sight given its whole body is kind of his head, but the giddiness from before is replaced with fierce determination. Even though it wasn’t the traditional battleground, it was now absolutely a competition. Not just against the other Cute Contest Competitors, but against Vegeta once again. “When you are boss man.” Big nods back and pulls out the Waterium Z handing it to the water pokemon. “For the big opener, you know the plan.” Wake nods again as he hands back the uneaten Sitrus berry for the moment. The two go to take their place. Big had avoided watching any of the other appeals up until now, normally he would have liked the chance to see what kind of tactics his opponents might use, but in a subjective contest such as this he didn’t want to bias his strategy, even unconsciously, by copying someone else. “Let’s go Wake!” He calls out now that it’s his turn, and without needing the rest of the order Wake and Big’s movements sync up into an Alolan style dance. Their arms mimic waves as the Z crystal lights up before producing a torrent of… bubbles. Using the move Bubble as a base rather than a stronger water move, the Hydro Vortex has covered the area in what looks to be the biggest bubble bath in the world. Wake is obscured for a moment, but soon can be seen Bouncing among the bubbles with a joyful look on his face. As he continues to Tigger amongst the bubbles an odd white light starts to shine, causing Big’s face to flash with a moment of confusion, there wasn’t anything like this in the plan. But the light soon completely envelopes Wake as his form balloons out into a slightly larger form. More rotund, much larger ears, and with light fading the white on his belly has taken a more bubbling form. He now stands in his final pose with all the Charm and cuteness of an Azumarill, stunning even his trainer at the turn of events. As they wait for a score only Big really hears, muffled from his belt (even though it shouldn’t be possible): “Oh come on! That’s how he gets his final form?! And before me? This is bull-“ *scene abruptly ends* Wake Species: Azumarill ()Gender: Male Level: 21 Type: Water/Fairy Attacks: Splash, Charm, Bubble, Slam, Tackle, Defense Curl, Water Gun, Tail Whip, Water Sport, Rollout, Bubble Beam, Helping Hand, Slam, Bounce, Aqua Tail, Play Rough, Ice Punch, Ice Beam, Blizzard, Icy Wind, Surf, Waterfall, Dive, Whirlpool, Rock Smash, Firestream, Gummi Bomb (Fighting), Low Kick, Dizzy Punch, Crabhammer, Moonblast, Aqua Jet, Sing, Tickle Next attack learned: Aqua Ring (lv. 23) Evolution: >w/ Bond 30>>lv.18> Nature: Undecided Ability: Huge Power Item: Waterium Z Cute stat: 0 Beauty stat: 0 Tough stat: 0 Smart stat: 0 Cool stat: 0 Obtained: New Fizz City Birthday: Febuary 26th Spoiler: show |
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Thank you to everyone who participated, and sorry for the short delay! Without further ado, let's get the judging underway~
Missingno. Master: Our first contestant is a seasoned veteran who's been around for just as long as our generous host, but this is his first time participating in an official Contest... How will he and his Pokémon fare in their initial debut? And by Pokémon, we mean holy moly that is a giant Meganium! (Thought the Raiders got that pesky Power Spot under control already...) No wait, there's something beneath its legs... Why, it's a majestic Ivysaur, wearing a stunning crown on her head! It seems she's playing with the plushie and pretending to be a royal fairy princess by spreading sparkly powder dust all around... How exquisite! Perhaps an Appeal slightly better suited for a Beauty Contest, but given this is also the home of mystical faekind it feels fitting as well. Creativity: 8.5/10 Overall Flow: 8.8/10 Overall Appearance: 7.9/10 We award Princess Pomona a score of 84%! Lil'twick: Next up, we have the island's resident Gym Leader himself: Leo and his cute Clefairy, Parfait! It looks like they've also brought a plushie along, of the legendary Pokémon Jirachi no less... What's this though? Jirachi appears to be ignoring its partner Parfait for some reason... Could the two have had some sort of argument? Oh dear, poor Parfait's tears are truly tugging at the audience's heartstrings... Don't give up, Parfait! Ah, it seems the pair are making up now with a snuggling kiss; aww, how sweet~ What a heartwarming story! The Attacks all worked together well to tell a simple but sympathetic tale. May the stars shine on these two for eternity~ Creativity: 8/10 Overall Flow: 9.5/10 Overall Appearance: 8.6/10 Parfait earns a score of 87%! Marion Ette: Next is a mysterious newcomer to our midst... Although something feels oddly familiar about the dark, dashing gentleman's appearance... Strange. He certainly seems just as formally dressed as Ms. Jess- er, Yuki Yonka - for the occasion at least Hm, what's this? She appears to be fiddling with a... microwave oven? Ah, she's taking a quick nap while her food prepares... Whoops, looks like she's overslept! Quick, Rhubarb, the meal is burning! Oh dear, is it ruined? ...Wait, what is she doing now? Folks, she's gone and swallowed the entire dish whole, oven and all! Amazing, she must have a stomach made of steel. A somewhat bizarre Appeal indeed, but certainly unique with a clear, cute story told. The little licorice bow was quite inventive as well (and after some discussion we've decided not to dock points for its *ahem* "improvised" origins or the damaged boat earlier either). Creativity: 10/10 Overall Flow: 9.8/10 Overall Appearance: 7.8/10 Rhubarb is given 92%! (and perhaps some indigestion) Ironthunder: Following that rather distinctive display, we have a lovely young lady named Liawe and her charming Bounsweet. Ms. Liawe also looks a little ill after her journey, but it seems her berry buddy Cavaroc is eager to perform... Perhaps a bit too eager, oops. The poor plant has taken a tumble right at the start! Hope the flustered fruit's skin isn't bruised... Ah, Cavaroc's getting up now; seems she's got her clumsiness under control after all, and she's not letting a little mishap stop her. In fact, she's hopped straight onto the judges' bench and is now bouncing playfully between them! How adorable~ Why, the judges could just eat her up... Er, metaphorically of course. *cough* A simple, but cute Appeal indeed, and the more personal take was a nice touch. Creativity: 7.5/10 Overall Flow: 8/10 Overall Appearance: 8.9/10 Cavaroc receives 81.3%! Slash: Now we've got a young boy named PJ, who's being accompanied by his Grandpa Joe- er, Uncle Darik. Looks like the lad's even affixed some sticker Seals to his partner's Ball - been a while since we've seen those! Here's his partner Plusle now; all that poppin' confetti sure adds a "spark", making for quite a spectacular arrival, wow! And she's not alone either- why, she's brought a friend in the form of a plushie as well. The two look just like each other, aww. They're even producing pom-poms from where their paws are touching, perhaps to celebrate Christmas early... Let's also give them a big hand, shall we? Capitalizing on a clone companion and their cheerleader theme together was certainly smart. A plus and minus pair isn't complete without both, after all~ Creativity: 8/10 Overall Flow: 8.2/10 Overall Appearance: 8.8/10 Plusle gets 80.7%! Zorchic: After that is another young boy by the name of Jake, along with his lively Ribombee! ...Seems the latter bug's a bit distracted by the chocolate mud on his trainer's shoes though, d'oh. And, well, pretty much everything in sight. Look at him zip around, gathering all the honey and sugar his tiny limbs can carry - as well as the hearts of the audience it seems. That attractive pendant he's wearing combined with the iridescent color of his shimmering wings' scales, plus every time he winks at the crowd... He may be small and hard to keep track of, but he sure knows how to keep everyone's eyes on him as the center of attention. What a busy bee! Oh, seems he's doing a cheerleader routine too, using the ingredients he collected to create confectionary pom-poms - how creative! Tossing them in the air and blowing a kiss to cause a twinkling cotton candy confetti explosion... Delightful, and delicious! Such an enchanting Appeal, that utilized the environment to its fullest. A truly excellent job~ Creativity: 9.5/10 Overall Flow: 9.3/10 Overall Appearance: 9.6/10 Ribombee scores 94.7%! Zelphon: Next we have Rylie and Naula the Eevee! ...Er, at least that's what written on the sign-up sheet... Did he just send out a box? It's still too early for Christmas... Oops, there she is! What a pleasant surprise present indeed. The glittering confetti combined with the gift ribbon bow does lend an extra flair for Eevee's grand entrance. Another simple, but effective Appeal. Though perhaps it would've benefited from showing off more of the Pokémon's own personality a bit... Creativity: 7/10 Overall Flow: 8/10 Overall Appearance: 8.5/10 Naula earns 78.3%! biggggg5: Last but not least, here's Big and his Marill, Wake! Seems these two have been scheming something special... What's this? The two appear to be coordinating their movements in an Alolan style dance sequence! How unprecedented~ Their arms are moving in sync like graceful waves, summoning forth a bunch of bubbles in a swirling vortex... It's like the world's biggest bubble bath! And there's Wake, bouncing gleefully about the center, truly having the time of his life. Wait, what's happening? There's a bright light enveloping his body... ...Unbelievable, folks, Wake has Evolved mid-Appeal into an adorable Azumarill! What an astounding turn of events! Such a fantastic demonstration of friendship and harmonization between human and Pokémon, it doesn't get much more "aww-worthy" than that~ Creativity: 9/10 Overall Flow: 9.4/10 Overall Appearance: 9.5/10 Wake wins 93%! With that, our four contestants progressing on to the semi-finals are... Zorchic and Ribombee, with 94.7 Points! biggggg5 and Wake the Azumarill, with 93 Points! Marion Ette and Rhubarb the Gulpin, with 92 Points! And Lil'twick and Parfait the Clefairy, with 87 Points! To the rest of you... ...Just kidding. Stay tuned for the end of the event where prizes will be distributed to everyone who entered~ ^~ As a reminder to the four semi-finalists, for the second round of Appeals, you must design a stage yourself, and PM a description of it along with your Appeal to me. The deadline for sending in your Appeals will be Saturday, November 27th, 11:59 PM GMT. Good luck! <3 |
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Welcome back, folks! Our backstage helpers have been working hard to create the perfect personalized settings according to the contestants' visions, so let's give a big hand once more for our four semi-finalists~
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Well we designed it with this in mind, I’d like us to battle in the arena I designed. Which I only now realize I haven’t given it a formal name so it’ll be called Big’s Poffin Mixer
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Deciding to up his game, he PLAYs a little more ROUGHly with the decoy, but the reticent Rhu-berry still seems to rebuff his efforts to engage. The real Rhubarb giggles as she gathers up several more SEEDs in her mouth and spits the berry BOMB straight at her hapless suitor's face - literally showering with refuse. Wake wears an expression of shock as he reels back from the slap, as while he's not too hurt physically by the stoning snub due to the living stomache's weakened state from prior wooing, the poor scorned creature is clearly confused and crushed emotionally by the conflicting signals he's received. The audience seems to side with the unlucky bunny, sympathizing with his failed quest to impress and shouting words of encouragement to root for the rabbit's success in romance. Will Wake be able to win lady Rhubarb's affections? As the first round finishes, Rhubarb's health sits lower than Wake's due to sharing with her still standing seed sister, however she did technically deal more direct damage to the opponent - even if slighting his soul rather than skin. Wake appears disappointed but also somewhat drowsy after all that pointless playflirting plus being doused in exhaustion, and will likely fall asleep from fatigue sometime during the next turn. Trainers, please PM your Round 2 Attacks~ |
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Rhubarb, as it turns out though, is already well ahead of Wake as she willfully cuddles up close to the jilted suitor, snuggling to soothe his hurt ego as they snooze together. While outwardly it might seem his sentimental song is finally working its magic on her, in fact the Sleeping Beauty falls under the power of her own spell, RESTing to recover the health she lost to her clone mirror's counterpart. Wake's weary eyes and ears start to droop too to the gentle sound of his own lullaby - and while the wily Oroitz might be tempted to take the opportunity to poison Romeo rabbit to complete such a Shakespearean tragedy - Juliet isn't interested in backstabbing during a nap as she suddenly unleashes a loud SNORE: disrupting her peaceful, picture-perfect princess presentation as the crowd giggles at such unladylike behavior, effectively turning the play into a comedy. The volume does make Wake wince slightly due to his sensitive hearing, startling him just barely awake in time to register Big's last order as he blearily blinks around in search of a coveted blue berry. He spots one nearby and manages to stretch far enough to snag the stimulant and pop it in his mouth - still somewhat trapped by his bed partner as she nuzzles nearer (burdened further by the weight of the microwave oven she swallowed earlier). Rolling over on her back, Rhubarb begins to babble unconsciously, as if TALKing in her SLEEP to an imaginary friend. Seemingly dreaming of being back on her baking show, she then starts lightly kneading and POUNDing Wake's blubbery belly like dough, molding into makeshift marzipan. While the weak beating is hardly a bother and more of an annoyance than anything, the poor pinned victim glances to his trainer for help as the audience laughs uproariously at the "prince's" predicament being prepared as a pretend pastry. By the end of the second round, Rhubarb's cute comatose obliviousness has helped her to win the crowd's favor while simultaneously replenishing her strength. Wake took a little more damage but is at least wide awake now with a defenseless damsel dozing in his lap... Trainers, Round 3 PMs please. |
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Wake’s heart softens slightly at the sight of such a seemingly helpless victim, but hardens again at the remembrance of how recently she rebuffed him, carrying on with his cruel plan for revenge by plunging beneath the depths and a knife simultaneously into her back. Racing circles around the rim of the basin in a spiral towards the center, an intense WHIRLPOOL starts to form, sucking Rhubarb in to Wake’s waiting arms – which are obviously only eager to drag her down with him. She squeaks in panic as she struggles to escape the viciously viscous liquid; straining desperately to swim through sweetness with such stubby paddles, unable to part the thick syrup by weak power of butter-stroke alone. Just as the vortex is about to vore her completely, she cries out and CONFIDEs her true feelings, causing Wake’s conscience to waver again – but it’s too late as he shakes his head and continues to coldly serve vengeance by spitting a STREAM of FIRE at the target to toast to perfection. The tiny molten bubbles burst on contact, lightly searing spots of flesh but fortunately not leaving a permanent burn mark. Still, Rhubarb bites her lip as her eyes well with tears, clearly unable to get her honest emotions across. She wails as she strives once more to RETURN Wake’s affections by clinging closely to him and beating against the bunny’s breast in passionate despair, but with her current heartache state it’s barely effective before the swirling currents’ strength pulls her body beneath the surface, leaving behind only bubbles as the audience watches in fear she may be turned into a green currant pastry at this rate… As the round draws to a close, Rhubarb took a good deal more damage than her opponent, and is now in a rather sticky situation if she doesn’t do something fast. While Wake managed to turn the tables combat-wise, his heartless tactics are quickly losing favor with the crowd as their sympathies switch to the newly spurned sufferer instead… With two rounds remaining, whose love will ultimately triumph, and whose Unfezant will be cooked? Only time will tell… Round 4 PMs please. |
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Meanwhile, Rhubarb continues doggedly doggy paddling to shore - but not before getting in one last frustrated boot to the blind buck's back. Wake whirls around in an attempt to pin down her position with a pincer attack, but unfortunately merely misses again. The Gulpin giggles as she reaches the safety of the pool's side and quickly climbs out, pausing to stick out her tongue at the now thoroughly raging rabbit. While she assaults his unhindered hearing with further taunts though, Wake manages to succeed in wiping off enough of the goo to see somewhat blearily, and upon spotting his opponent strutting so smugly flies into a frenzy. Barreling across the basin, he leaps out of the liquid and lands a clean hit on his overconfident foe, knocking the wind out of her as she squeaks and rolls back from the doubled force behind the blow. By the end of the round, Wake surprisingly managed to win back some of the crowd's favor - if unintentionally - and still managed to deal a decent chunk of damage. However, he now seems blinded by rage rather than love, and there's no telling how he'll react as a result. Rhubarb on the other hand is starting to look a little worse for wear. Can she survive one more bout against such a vengeful, boosted bunny - or will this be the lagomorph's last chance to exact payback for his broken heart? Stay tuned for the Cute Contest's thrilling conclusion! Trainers, please send me your Final Round PMs. Last edited by lilboocorsola; 04-10-2022 at 07:10 PM. |
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Recognizing the high-risk, high-reward condition she’s put herself in, Rhubarb promptly curls up into a PROTECTive stance in order to prepare for whatever her opponent throws at her next. However, it seems the contingency plan was unnecessary, as Wake instead strives to focus on righting his accidental wrong by blasting Big with a cleansing wash. Unfortunately, in his confusion the WATER GUN spray ends up sailing far off-course towards the judges’ bench instead, dousing them all in an impromptu bath. The drenched critics grimace dryly in stern disapproval, seeming none too amused by the development as they quickly jot down some notes on now soggy paper. Rhubarb giggles to herself as she observes the unlucky circumstances unfold, and seizes the opportunity to blow some SMOG in the shape of hearts to Wake whilst obscuring her own position. The Azumarill coughs as smoke rings swiftly surround and shroud, forming a thick toxic cloud he can barely see through. Fed up with struggling to land a single hit on the poisonous pest, the enraged bunny begins to twirl rapidly, raising a giant churning column of cake batter high above the venomous veil to reach the ceiling of the hall itself. Everyone pales as they realize what’s about to happen, and spectators in the front rows scramble from their seats in panic to try and escape as far away from the frothing mass of frosting as possible – but it’s too late as the sticky-sweet WATERFALL comes crashing down over the crowd, showering sugarplums and flooding the entire arena and stands with a warm wave of confectionery cream and screams. Amidst all the chaos, Wake does manage to spy the sneaky green ninja through the fog and spirals straight down to smack his adversary with a powerful HYDRO VORTEX – but no one notices or appreciates his spectacular successful strike as they’re all too busy fighting not to drown in dessert, tussling with tacky treacle before it toughens to toffee consistency. Terrified parents race to rescue their precious tots from the caramel quicksand, tugging desperately at their little ones’ limbs like they were trapped in wet cement. (Although to be fair, most kids aren’t too hindered or harmed by the shallow syrup aside from dirtying their hair and clothes; but rather seem delighted by such a dream come true of a chocolate pudding pool, and it’s as much an endeavor to keep them from completely gobbling up the goop lest they ruin their appetite and crash from hyperactivity later.) Wake blinks and seems to snap out of his stupor at last, staring in horror at the scene he created as he sinks sheepishly into the slush. Beside him, the Gulpin gasps as she pokes her head out of the poffin mix, having survived the assault but barely. Rhubarb’s eyes widen at the delectable wonderland before her, and eagerly gets to work assisting in cleaning up the mess by swimming like a little lawnmower through the massive sea of molasses, SWALLOWing saltwater taffy up in great gulps (including the regretful rabbit’s rear resembling a berry, who’s too ashamed to even bother resisting at this point). Meanwhile, the Milcery helpers are hastily dispersed in order to aid the audience in salvage extraction, hovering like busy honeybees whilst they calmly hum another composition. Simultaneously, the officials quietly confer amongst themselves, appraising the whole situation and adding up point tally totals. Eventually the evaluators come to a conclusion, and wade to the center of the stage, clearing their throats to gain the remaining onlookers’ attention so they can announce the victor… Round One: Battle - Rhubarb Appeal - Wake Round Two: Battle - Rhubarb Appeal - Rhubarb Round Three: Battle - Wake Appeal - Rhubarb Round Four: Battle - Wake Appeal - Draw Round Five: Battle - Wake Appeal - Rhubarb Total: Rhubarb - 6 Wake - 5 It was incredibly close, but it looks like our winners are Rhubarb and Oroitz! As congratulations, we hereby present you with 1x Cute Contest Normal Rank Ribbon and 100x Rare Candies! Commiserations to Wake and Big; it was a good effort but ultimately bad luck brought down your score in the end. Still, as second place you shall also receive 50x Rare Candies~ For our semi-finalists, Lil'twick and Zorchic will be awarded 25x Rare Candies each. ^^ Thank you to everyone else who participated, and all remaining contestants are eligible to take home 10x Candies as well. <3 We hope you enjoyed this special event, and perhaps we'll see you back again sometime in the future. ;3 Last edited by lilboocorsola; 10-30-2022 at 08:31 PM. |
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'Saur~" smiled Pomona. Keith chuckled, then withdrew the Grass/Poison-type, just as his wife and daughter came running over. "Dad, Dad, you and Pomona were awesome!" beamed Maribel. "I can't believe you guys didn't make it to the next round!" "I was similarly perplexed by the judges' decision," agreed Willa, regarding Keith with a small yet definite smile. "I for one would have forewent the rest of the Contest and awarded you and Pomona the first prize immediately." "Heh," Keith chuckled as he stood back up. "I mean, somehow I don't think they'd let me into the Contest if my wife was one of the judges. Probably a little biased there." Willa allowed herself a small chuckle before grabbing Keith and pulling him in close. "Only a little," she conceded, before their lips met. Only briefly, however- they were, after all, in public, with the rest of the Contest to watch. And what a spectacle the whole thing was, with the final round coming down to a battle between the Gulpin who had literally eaten a whole microwave oven in her appeal, and the Azumarill who had been a Marill when the Contest began, evolving as part of his appeal. And near the end is when things got truly... sure, exciting, that's a word for it. The Azumarill managed to turn a Waterfall attack into a massive deluge of cake batter that descended upon the suitably stupefied spectators. All Keith could do was hold his wife and daughter close to him and brace for impact as a flood of sweetness washed over them all. "...Wow," Keith exhaled once the worst was past. "Are you both OK?" "I think so," Willa said, gingerly examining her dress with distinct distaste, now drenched in cake batter. "I am not looking forward to tackling the laundry tomorr- Maribel Diantha Masters, stop eating that cake batter at once!" she added, for she had caught sight of Maribel shoveling handfuls of cake batter into her mouth. "Sorry, Mom, it's just so good!"" Maribel said sheepishly. "Did you and Dad try any yet?" "Well, no, but even still, you don't want to ruin your appetite, we've still yet to eat dinner," persisted Willa. "Keith I- are you serious?" she asked flatly, for as she turned to her husband, she caught him in the act of gulping down a glob of cake batter himself. "...I'm not one to contradict you, dear," Keith said. "And I agree completely, we shouldn't eat too much of this stuff, ruin our appetites for dinner, but at the same time, Maribel's got a point, this stuff is delicious." "Oh, for- how delicious could this possibly..." murmured Willa. She grabbed a handful of cake batter herself and ate a little bit of it. Her eyebrows rose up at once. "...Xerneas almighty, that is good," she admitted. This was followed by a few seconds of silence, after which the Masterses simultaneously burst into laughter, unable to hold back with just how absurd the situation was. Later on, after the Gulpin and her Trainer were declared the winner, and the multitudes of Milcery helpers did their best to extract the audience from the confectionary deluge that had rained down upon them all, prizes were awarded. The winner got the Pyroar's share of the Rare Candies, of course, but all participants were awarded something, even those who failed to make it past the first round, as Keith learned when he received a relatively paltry, yet still appreciated, bundle of ten Rare Candies. "Heh, I'll take it," he grinned. "And hey- the winner of the Contest was a Poison-type, I can't pretend I don't love to see it," he added with a shrug. "Indeed," Willa nodded. "Now, can we perhaps get home? I think we all need to shower and change clothes by this point, and I must get started on dinner." "Right, Mom," nodded Maribel. "Can we grab something before we leave to have for dessert later?" she asked. "...you may grab something provided it's not a blatantly integral part of the environment," Willa said after some consideration. "And provided you don't eat it until tomorrow night at the earliest. I daresay we're all more than set on dessert for today as it is," she said with a slight smirk, punctuating this statement by flicking an errant drop of cake batter out of her hair. Keith and Maribel exchanged looks at this, both of them realizing in that moment that there was too much truth to Willa's words to ignore. *Obtained 10 Rare Candies!* Thanks for hosting this, Yuki! I might not have made it past the first round, but damn if this wasn't fun all the same! Always did look forward to making my Contest debut in FB, and was glad for the opportunity to arise at long last. I'll just have to try all the more in the next Contest, is all. |
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In that moment, Oroitz had a revelation. Il Gran Vermo... The great worm... Devourer. He would have no fear of that which ruled the realm of Gluttony, for she was on his side. Rhubarb, Ruler of the Third Circle. Queen of a Gluttonous Hell. This realm, it was hers, and he... he was only a visitor to it. Sweet little angel-heart she was, she did not know, could not see, how great and terrible her power was, and yet, by her, all is devoured. All is consumed. The judges give their verdict, but to Oroitz, it is no surprise by now. The Cutest Queen of Gluttons is given the crown she is due, and Oroitz steps to one side, allowing his little starry-eyed friend to claim the glory. He bows gracefully and humbly to Big and Wake, acknowledging their formidable efforts. Sure, this was a prime opportunity to gloat, but he knew a victory from sheer luck when he saw it, and he and Rhubarb had just squeaked by, indicating that both combatants clearly had what it takes, but for a lucky flip of the coin. More importantly, Oroitz may have guided Rhubarb to this moment, but she had done the real work... and she deserved all the recognition. Rhubarb, of course, basks in both the acknowledgment and the piles of sweets, devouring her due to the tune of 69 candies (nice). The remainder she humbly offers to her beloved Oroitz... Out of love, perhaps, or simply due to the fact that she can consume no more. Either way, the darkly-clad gentleman gladly accepts his share, but does not taste of it himself. "Sweets upset my stomach," he snarls, pocketing the remainder, and turning away from the paparazzi, whose interest is fully enthralled by the little green stomach, who seems to be glowing with pride... and, perhaps, glowing with something else...? Rhubarb lights up with an unearthly glow, her body growing - shifting - changing. Her victory - and her overconsumption of rare candies - inspires a change within her. When the glow fades, the Queen emerges in her true, red-eyed, purple form. With stubby arms and a swift, yet gentle tackle, she embraces Oroitz in a poisonous, saccharine, yet genuinely affectionate hug. The angsty faux-human tumbles to the ground with a yell, and endures the expression of love with a less than graceful expression of his own, but endures it nonetheless for the sake of his friend. After all... he had to admit, Rhubarb was a cute Pokémon. Maybe even the cutest. --- ((OOC: Gladly accepting the 1x Cute Contest Normal Rank Ribbon, which Rhubarb the Swalot will wear with pride. Feeding 69 candies to Rhubarb the Swalot, raising her level from 31 to 100. Pocketing the rest (31). Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
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