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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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CHOMP!
Another Thunder Fang, his last attempt at a KO. Riku heaves an audible sigh as his Arcanine bites down.
Talk about a close call.]
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Still, once the battle had ended, he felt cold. He had lost.
His eyes fell to the ball in his hand before he shrank it and put it away. It was then that he started to leave, knowing he had to take his pokémon to the center before anything else and only numbly hearing the announcer.]
CROBAT HAS FAINTED! ARCANINE HAS TAKEN THE BATTLE AND THE MATCH FOR HIS TRAINER, ADVANCING HIM TO THE FINALS! WHAT A STUNNING BATTLE WE'VE BEEN TREATED TO TODAY!
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For a few seconds, he just stands there, watching Sasuke with a frown. He'd come a long way in the tournament, and a loss like that surely stung. So, heaving a sigh, he inches after him.]
Hey. You did a good job back there.
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[He wasn't looking at Riku, focused solely on walking forward. It wouldn't matter what kind of encouragement he had been offered, it didn't change the outcome, that he had failed.]
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So, shaking his head, he quietly slips by. He's probably the least guy Sasuke wants to hear encouragement from, anyway.]