◊ Johto Fighting Touranment

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Where: Goldenrod National Park
When: Early morning October 7
Summary: Many have entered but only one will take the title.
Rating: T for violence
Log:
It’s a slightly rainy day in Johto, but that’s not going to stop the excitement that seem to have taken over the park. In the center of the park, there are five floating octagon-shaped platforms that being held up by Alakazams. Around the edges of the park there are tarp shielding the bustling crowds from the drizzle. Several big screen TVs can be seen all over the place.

The main park doors up and a redheaded woman step out. The crowds goes silent as she approaches the middle platform hovering above the water fountain. Once she gets close enough, one of the Alakazams picks her up using psychic. As she lands, she pulls out a microphone out of her pocket and addresses to the crowd.

“Hey folks, this is your lovely DJ Mary of the Radio Tower. Welcome to the first ever Johto Fighting Tournament!” she shouts into the mike, making the crowd goes wild. “Competitors from all over the region have come to prove their might but only one will be the Champion. This event will not only be witnessed here in great city of Goldernrod but is also being broadcast to all of Johto, so you can’t say you missed any of the action! The rules of the tournament are simple, folks. There are two ways to win.”

Mary raises her free hand up, showing two fingers.

“One is by knocking out your opponent, and the other is by knocking them OFF the platform. Don’t worry, guys, these awesome Alakazams will be here to float you down if you fall off. Now, enough talk. Let’s get this tournament started. Bring out the contestants!”

Mary is floated off the stage just as the doors open again and the competitors come out.

Round 1 Round 2 Round 3 Round 4 Round 5 Round 6 Locker Rooms & Waiting Area Audience Post-Touranment Party

Comments

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Yeah, she really wasn't even trying.]

[She gets to the locker she'd stuffed her things in earlier and tosses it open nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder with an easy smirk.]</sub>

Yeah? Thanks.

Everything went pretty much as expected.

_{[You could burn a finger on that bravado.]}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Well, that's a relief.}

{Starting on the other leg - man, she's really flexible.}

You fought like someone who really knows what they were doing. You went right for the weak spots.

{Says someone who notices these things like a hawk.}

[foolishwren]

What can I say?

I'm good at what I do.

_{[She pulls a clean shirt out of the locker-- ... then pauses. Yeah she's not gonna change in front of Nanao. For someone so outwardly confident, Heather's weird about that sort of thing when it's someone she doesn't trust. So she sort of... sidles casually off to the side behind an open locker door.]}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Of course.

{She chuckles, rolls her eyes, and looks away politely. Now, to lay on the flattery nice and thick...}

Did you do any sort of martial art training before here? You definitely knew what you were doing.

[foolishwren]

_{[FOR REFERENCE'S SAKE, Heather is just... entirely ignoring the fact that the conversation they had before even HAPPENED. She sure hasn't forgotten about it... but she's hoping maybe if she continues swaggering around like usual, Nanao might forget. Yeah, dream on kiddo and all that, but... can you blame her?]}

No training. Just experience.

_{[Her father had signed her up for self-defense lessons as a kid, yeah-- and had taught her the basics of using a gun and the like... but otherwise, Heather was pretty self-taught.]}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Unfortunately for Heather, Nanao has a mind like a steel trap - but. She really does not want to knock her about mentally while she's getting knocked about physically, either. But it may still happen.}

I can relate. Grow up in a rough part of town?

{The experience part. She's a part of a military force, but shhh, Heather doesn't need to know that yet.}

[foolishwren]

_{[Although Heather's expression is invisible behind that locker door, there's definitely some wariness in her tone now, despite the continued casualness she's trying to inflect.]}

You could say that.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Why do you sound so worried? It's nothing bad if you spent time over the wrong side of the tracks before here.

{She laughs a little, and stands up.}

I'll have you know that eighteen-fifties London was not the most fun of places to grow up in.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Sob Nanao, that's not what she's worried about... Heather isn't and never really has been ashamed of having led a rough life. Given everything, it's not like she had much of a CHOICE, and the parts she DID have a choice about, although regrettable, are fairly negligible in the face of everything else.]

[She's worried about the fact that this talk is even HAPPENING.]

[Did we mention Heather is paranoid?]</sub>

Worried? Who's worried?

_{[Aka defensive response # 2442]}

... I thought you were from Japan.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Nanao is vaguely wary as well, but more of the fact that saying the wrong thing may completely reverse the social link progress she's made.}

Apparently, you.

{Said in a very dry tone, and she bends backward from the waist until her hands touch the ground. How she is able to keep talking like this is a mystery to the world.}

Technically I'm not from Earth at all anymore. But I'm curious. What made you think I was Japanese?

[foolishwren]

I'm not worried.

<sub>[BLATANT FALSEHOODS.]

[She finally steps out from behind the locker door with a fresh tank-top on. ... And sort of... boggles. At the aerobics. Heather's flexible but she can't do THAT.]</sub>

I dunno.

You knew about that White Day thing...

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Of course you aren't.

{If Heather wants to bluff, she'll roll with it.}

{Flexibility comes with long practise, young padawan. Besides, it's a good way to exercise on the days when she can't leave the office for fear of returning to see her room deluged in papers.}

Ah, White Day. Back home we've absorbed a lot of different festivals from around the world into our culture - mostly in the name of fun. That one is a relatively new addition to our calendar, though.

{The Afterlife: The Ultimate Melting Pot}

[foolishwren]

_{[Most of Heather's being is comprised of carefully-organized bluffing. Build up enough of a bravado and nothing could hurt you, at least not emotionally. ... Or that was what Heather was banking on, anyway.]}

Oh.

What culture?

_{[She knows Nanao is DEAD but she knows nothing of that afterlife. She just sort of figured Nanao was like... a ghost chilling on Earth or something.]}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Considering that every human who dies goes on to Soul Society with memories mostly intact, it would be a surprise if we didn't have a culture.

{Nope, the afterlife is literally a second life.}