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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!
[INFO POST] [WINNERS POST]
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!
Alex Louis Armstrong vs. Saber | Advanced Cup | Round 1
So here he stood on the field in the middle of the arena, patiently awaiting his opponent. What luck, what an honour to be fighting such a lovely young woman! So noble! One couldn't ask for a better opponent.
Not that Armstrong was going to underestimate her. That would be quite the mistake.]]
Ah, Miss Saber, what a pleasure it is to see you here this fine day! I trust you are ready for our bout?
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Fortunately the three she entered in this bracket were all unknown to her companions. A gift from a man who no longer was here, a refugee from his best companion when he left, and the third one from an exchange with another breeder. A shroud of deceit gave her some security, but her guard was raised for sure. ]
Yes, of course. [ Lifting her gaze to match his own, there will be no distinguishable emotion on her face. ] Do you need more time to prepare or shall we begin?
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[[And with that cry, Armstrong hurls a Pokeball high into the air. Exploding open, the light pouring out soon forms itself into the shape of a rather massive Samurott, who promptly roars and lowers his horned head, eager for battle.]]
Select your first Pokemon and we shall get this fight underway, my dear!
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Understood. [ Yanking the ball free from her belt, she holds it out within the palm of her hand. ] Zu, prove yourself today.
[ Not even Saber is able to stand tall when the Garchomp emerges ferociously, flapping her fins to sweep up the dirt around her. Show off. ]
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[[Both Pokemon and trainer unfazed by the dirt, Team Armstrong promptly pauses to flex their respective muscles, before-]]
Let's start this bout with Swords Dance, Gatten! Combine it with Aqua Tail!
[[Obeying, Armstrong's Samurott immediately performed the technique, glowing red as his attack power rose, before leaping at Zu, roaring.]]
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[ The elder was much stronger, faster, and came with years of experience. A Pokemon she adopted from another she barely knew. Their time together was brief, but she heard much of him from Merlin before he left. Perhaps dragons just found themselves flocking to her, but one thing was for certain.
She always had trouble with them.
So it's by no surprise that Zu takes offense to her trainer's comment judging by the flare of her nostrils and how she's knocked easily across with the Water type move. She's a fighter though and leaps back up to her feet with a resounding roar of her own. If anything the attack just earned her a level or two in Rage. ]
Allowing your anger to take over... may as well try to use it to some advantage. Use Sandstorm, Zu. [ If successful and quite possibly so due to her Pokemon's tantrum, things will get to be a bit more dirty in this battle. ]