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The Kanto Biregional Tournament: OPEN BATTLES LOG
Who: All participants and their pokemon! (for general mingling, check here)
Where: Vermilion City & surrounding area.
When: Nov 5th to the 22nd, FORWARD- AND BACK- DATING FRIENDLY
Summary: It's the big tournament! Get your battle on!
Rating: PG-13 for poggleman violence.
Log:
Like a good drill sargeant, he's making his rounds. Double-checking and triple-checking, making sure the facilities are spartan. His Gym, his training center, and the local sports arena have all been repurposed for the tourney, their safety equipment ready to activate in the case of Fire Blasts or Earthquakes gone out of control. There's games to play for the little ones come to cheer their parents, sales to be shopped for bored spouses, most of the town's hotels are booked solid. Roark and Brock both came to make sure the fossils were in top shape. All in all, he's pretty pleased with himself.
He's got his speech all laid out, his best suit on (not even camo, Misty had been surprised), all that's left is crossing his fingers for good weather...and good sportsmanship. He thinks about all the newcomers filling out his brackets and stands. Whitney had argued to cut them out of it, saying they were all crazy and mean besides. Surge is reserving judgement.
Raichu bounds up and onto his shoulder, nosing the graying blonde hair at his temple.
"If I wound up in a strange place without you, I'd be pretty lost," he admits softly, reaching up to scratch her behind the ear. She 'chu's gently back.
As he exits the gym, one of his trainers runs up, pauses, salutes and waits.
"The opening ceremonies are ready to start, sir!"
"I'll be over, make sure they're ready for me."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
And off the kid goes again, gangly-limbed Luxio at his heels. Surge makes Raichu walk. It's time to get this show on the road.
Let the games begin!
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Where: Vermilion City & surrounding area.
When: Nov 5th to the 22nd, FORWARD- AND BACK- DATING FRIENDLY
Summary: It's the big tournament! Get your battle on!
Rating: PG-13 for poggleman violence.
Log:
Like a good drill sargeant, he's making his rounds. Double-checking and triple-checking, making sure the facilities are spartan. His Gym, his training center, and the local sports arena have all been repurposed for the tourney, their safety equipment ready to activate in the case of Fire Blasts or Earthquakes gone out of control. There's games to play for the little ones come to cheer their parents, sales to be shopped for bored spouses, most of the town's hotels are booked solid. Roark and Brock both came to make sure the fossils were in top shape. All in all, he's pretty pleased with himself.
He's got his speech all laid out, his best suit on (not even camo, Misty had been surprised), all that's left is crossing his fingers for good weather...and good sportsmanship. He thinks about all the newcomers filling out his brackets and stands. Whitney had argued to cut them out of it, saying they were all crazy and mean besides. Surge is reserving judgement.
Raichu bounds up and onto his shoulder, nosing the graying blonde hair at his temple.
"If I wound up in a strange place without you, I'd be pretty lost," he admits softly, reaching up to scratch her behind the ear. She 'chu's gently back.
As he exits the gym, one of his trainers runs up, pauses, salutes and waits.
"The opening ceremonies are ready to start, sir!"
"I'll be over, make sure they're ready for me."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
And off the kid goes again, gangly-limbed Luxio at his heels. Surge makes Raichu walk. It's time to get this show on the road.
Let the games begin!
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The answer was obvious. Of course he could. His confidence restored, Archer proceeded to join Saber in the arena.
The referee states the rules: three Pokémon, whoever is the last standing wins. He gives the signal for the fight to begin and Archer immediately releases his first Pokémon.
Queen is certainly prepared for this battle; she's been antsy all day in preparation for it. The Bisharp crouches into a fighting stance immediately, prepared to face whatever challenge comes her way.]
May the best trainer win.
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I very much intend to.
[ In a flash, her Scizor stands to meet up against his Bisharp, claws snapping and wings fluttering. Saber crosses her arms, and there's that moment of tension: two Pokemon staring each other down. She knows how to work and stretch the crowd, and before the silence goes on too long... ]
Gladius.
[ At the call of his name, her Scizor immediately snaps into action and initiates a Swords Dance. ]