The Kanto Biregional Tournament: OPEN MINGLING LOG

[these_balls]

Who: Anyone and everyone! (for actual tournament battles, check here)
Where: Vermilion City & surrounding area.
When: Nov 5th to the 22nd, FORWARD- AND BACK- DATING FRIENDLY
Summary: It's the big tournament! Feel free to mingle, explore the city, or comment on the matches
Rating: PG-13 for poggleman violence.
Log:

Whether you're a tournament participant who's on break between battles, or just someone who'd made it all the way out to Kanto just to watch, there's something for everyone. Vermilion City is bustling with energy and excitement over these few weeks. Shops have been set up, selling all sorts of interesting looking merchandise, and the stadiums are brightly lit, even when there are no battles going on.

[INFO POST] [WINNERS POST]

Comments

anything between the 5th and the 22nd is fine!

[pretentions]

[Admittedly, Tokiomi is usually the most introverted person ever, but given that he was dragged out to the stadium for the first round of the tournament and was promptly immersed in the sea of humanity known as Vermilion City During A Sports Event, he's...well, he's still the most introverted person ever, but he's more or less resigned himself to the knowledge that he'll have to deal with it. He even managed to attend the second round of that tournament of his own volition, given that Major Armstrong was still in and that would be only fair; he still isn't terribly fond of this sort of thing, nor is he fond of crowds, but at least he's managing well enough to not die.

When he isn't figuratively clinging to Kayneth for dear life out in particularly busy areas as required for the tournament itself, he's actually spectacularly good at finding coffee shops in out-of-the-way locations - charming spots, if not particularly classy, with tea that actually isn't terrible, much to his fairly pleasant surprise. He's perhaps a bit jumpy due to the massive amount of unfamiliarity to this place, but in general, he's open for conversation.

Or, you know, colliding with him in general is always good, given that he has to leave the relative security of those out-of-the-way places eventually. Man really needs to learn how to socialize.]

[decrees]

[If there's one thing Tokiomi and Logan have in common besides awesome goatees, it's their inability to stand crowds for any length of time.

Logan came here with Kimblee, but it's a bit much to constantly follow the man around. He's spent some time exploring Vermillion on his own, but the sheer amount of people have easily overwhelmed him. He's not used to mingling among his people - it was never something he did, even before the whole mess with the Crawler - so crowds really aren't this favorite thing. That explains what he's doing in one of those out of the way coffee shops, examining the menu curiously.

He finally orders (tea, it's familiar and reminds him of Albion so of course he'd choose it) and once he's received the teacup he has that startling realization that there's nowhere left to sit. Lovely. His luck, ladies and gentlemen.

Ah, but it seems there is a table in the back with a free chair. He'll just have to intrude on another man's privacy, but no big deal!]

Is this seat taken?

[pretentions]

[Your luck indeed, Logan; Tokiomi will give you a bit of a Look at that question, though it's more questioning than strict. Where are you...intending to go with that chair...

It's not like he's using it, however, so!]

Ah - no, it isn't. Feel free.

[.......what did he just do]

[decrees]

[You just invited the King of Albion to your table, that's what! You should feel honored!]

I take it you're in town for the tournament? Are you competing?

[Might as well make small talk!]

[pretentions]

[...o-oh, well. This is lovely, isn't it.

At least you seem well-bred, whomever you are, and at least you're polite - or, well, as polite as one can be while they quite simply park it at an already occupied table, but given the crowds, he...supposes you can't be blamed...

orz]

I am, though I haven't entered. Some of my...companions, I suppose, are competing, however; they've been here far longer than I have. Yourself?

[decrees]

I'm in a similar situation. I suppose I could have entered one of the brackets, but quite frankly, the idea didn't appeal to me.

[Mostly because his Pokémon didn't decide to evolve until recently... Thanks Garnet, he appreciates it.]

A friend of mine invited me to come watch him compete. He's done well so far, so I'm quite pleased.

Ah, my apologies; I am Logan, the King of Albion. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[pretentions]

[...Oh. Well, that...certainly explains a lot, doesn't it. Tokiomi bows his head at that, acknowledging the title, though not going into any sort of full display of respect or fealty.]

Tokiomi Tohsaka; as the head of the Tohsaka family of Fuyuki City, the pleasure is mine, Your Majesty.

Who is this friend of yours, if I may?

[decrees]

Solf Kimblee; he's competing in the Elite bracket. Are you familiar with him? He's been helping me out since I arrived here.

[And he's quite interesting, despite what Reaver claims!]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...well, if Kayneth was going to put up with figuratively being clung to for dear life, he was at least going to be heading to some of these nice coffee shops that Tokiomi had been apparently finding all over the place.

Particularly now that he'd lost. To a teenage girl.

...really, isn't the dark-haired guy in the red suit supposed to be the one drinking tea staring gloomily out the window...? well, that's Kayneth's job today.

Though, at least Tokiomi happened to have better taste in tea than in wine.]

...It's decent, I suppose.

[pretentions]

[...Kayneth...]

You're hardly going to find much better here, unfortunately.

[...you're going to be moping for approximately the rest of the year, aren't you.]

[enjoymyatelier]

I'm well aware of that.

[...he definitely is...]

I'd just be disappointed if I expected anything better.

[pretentions]

[oh...boy...]

You can relax a bit, you know.

[enjoymyatelier]

No, I absolutely can't. That was utterly shameful.

[GLOOMY. TEA. SIPPING.]

I really need to train a better set of Pokemon, but there isn't any opportunity to do that here, given all the restrictions.

[pretentions]

That will hardly do you any good at this exact moment besides. As shameful as you may have found what happened, there's nothing to be done now outside of take the defeat as gracefully as you can - I hardly see the sense in sacrificing your dignity on top of everything else.

[enjoymyatelier]

[...it takes him a while to actually respond to this, because well... his pride tho

...but yes, it won't do him much good to sit around complaining about it, as much as he wants to.]

...well, given how much importance this place places on Pokemon battles, I don't doubt there will be another tournament sometime in the future. I'm quite certain that, by that point, I won't have to worry about things coming down to bad luck.

long overdue this was long overdue

[namelesshero]

[Tohsaka Tokiomi... sharing the same last name, until he knew what the man looked like, it was at least safe to assume there was a possibility that he had some sort of relation to another magus. whereas the mysterious bowman often kept to himself at first, his travels with the Empress long and sometimes taxing on the mind, he did keep a watch over the network, over the Poké Gear as it were. initially to scout out if his Master would return, but he'd discovered a few important details here and there. and amusingly enough?

all of these little facts were seperated from him still. so imagine his E-Rank luck when Archer, dressed casually enough, would wind up in the same coffee shop that was more or less out of the way of high levels of traffic. Saber could use the time to prepare and focus during the day, while he would go back at the day's end and watch her matches on the days she was competing. though having never met face to face with Tokiomi, the white-haired Servant had no clue, as he took a sip of his tea and mused to himself, that he was in the same room as the father of his ally(?) in the Holy Grail War]

You're almost there, Saber.

haha, indeed! and my apologies for slowness, IRL commitments made tagging a hot mess for a while

[pretentions]

[There are many things Tokiomi is fond of, regarding out-of-the-way spaces like this, and many others that he is not; one of the things that falls into the latter category is the ease with which accidental eavesdropping tends to occur. Normally he's content to ignore whatever it is he overhears - it would be only proper, as he would hope the favor would be returned should he be having a conversation with one of his...travelling companions, as it were; however, he can't quite help the natural inclination to glance over at the sound of the familiar Servant title from the next table over, and...

...sir, you are talking to yourself, why are you talking to yourself that's almost depressing]

Saber...? An acquaintance of one of them?

[...no, really, he is socially stupid and he can acknowledge that that's almost depressing.]

[namelesshero]

[there's something about the way the man who addressed him...his choice of wear... nah; Archer wasn't quite that adept. saved the Servant from talking to himself. no harm in making light conversation as he acknowledges Tokiomi]

The one who belongs to Rome, if you've ever met her. She's progressed pretty far in the tournament so far. Though I shouldn't be so surprised.

[sculpted]

[[Armstrong had been pleasantly surprised to come out the victor in both his first round matches; his opponents had been incredibly tough and the fact that he had to fight so hard to steal the wins was quite sobering. Descole in particular had given him trouble, but he had seemed satisfied enough when the battle concluded. So reluctant to accept a shirtless hug, however...

It's as he's wandering through the streets of Vermillion that Armstrong spots a flash of red buried in one of the cafes. Oho! He would recognize that suit anywhere! Pushing his way into the cafe (with some degree of difficulty; it's hard being 7'3''), Armstrong gave Tokiomi a cheery wave.]]

Mr Tokiomi!

[pretentions]

[...ah.

Tokiomi never really is entirely certain what to...do with Armstrong, nor will he ever understand the man's downright uncanny ability to locate people, but he can't say that he can exactly complain about it, either - the man is pleasant enough company, and after the tournament rounds, he supposes that it would only be right to offer some acknowledgement of the results.

Besides, being out in public like this...hopefully means the shirt will stay on?

...Please???]

Major Armstrong.

[Just. Gesturing at one of those chairs; do sit.]

Congratulations on your victories today; the battles were rather impressive.

[sculpted]

[[Promptly seating himself at the table and crossing his arms and legs, Armstrong nodded gracefully at the compliment.]]

Thank you, Mr Tokiomi; I was very lucky to escape with them.

[[Fortunately, the fact that they were in a crowded and cramped public place meant that Armstrong was inclined to leave his shirt where it was; it simply wouldn't do to overwhelm so many people at once! Besides, he still wasn't quite sure if Tokiomi would be able to handle the force of the beauty. He still struck Armstrong as rather shy, but quite pleasant.]]

Have you been observing any of the other battles? I believe our dear friend Kayneth ran into a spot of trouble.

[pretentions]

Ah...yes, he's more than slightly displeased regarding the outcome. I did see it, and I certainly understand why; I'll likely try to discuss it with him later, but I find it best to leave him be for now.

[sculpted]

[[....yes, that

....orz]]

Ah, I....see. I'm afraid I'm yet to run into him, but I'll keep that in mind; at least it was a hard-fought bout!

[[....

orz]]

[pretentions]

Indeed, it was, although Lord El-Melloi is likely going to be a bit more concerned with the outcome than the circumstances. Mage society is rather competitive by nature, for one thing; for another, he's...

[...how do you word this politely no really how]

...it's hardly my place to criticize, but you know how Lord El-Melloi is by now, I'm sure...

[sculpted]

...a bit on the, ah....overconfident side?

[[that's the polite way to say 'hideously up himself' right

.....orz.....]]

I take it losing to a...young woman isn't quite what he had planned.