route_1065 | It would be so fine to see your face at my door [Closed]

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It would be so fine to see your face at my door [Closed]

Who: Neku Sakuraba And Nagi Naoe
Where: Goldenrod
When: Backdated to March 19th, after the circus
Summary: After beating Whitney (finally) Neku texts his victory to his...friend? And a long put off battle is thrown down
Rating: PG-13
Log:

[Neku was on Cloud Nine. He knew his dislike of Whitney was silly, but he still felt pretty great about finally beating her. So after sending his victory text to Nagi he headed to a nearby coffee shop, sipping something cold and frothy, his Lucario (who had carried the fight) nibbling a poffin and a caffeine free cocoa frappe.

He had already healed his team, and everyone was resting now. Soon they would find a place to stay and hang around Johto until the fashion show... then back to Kanto to continue his badge quest. But for now he was happy relaxing]

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[Nagi hadn't been planning on staying in Goldenrod for much longer. With the circus over and Uchi satisfied by getting to go, there was nothing stopping him from flying back to Mahogany to finish what he never even got to start in challenging the town's gym leader. Traveling had cut steeply into his training time, which meant that as soon as he got back he would have to spend at least a week or so leveling before trying for the badge.

He had been ready to leave, but then his Gear pinged with a new text message. Nagi almost ignored it when he recognized the number, and after reading it he almost wished he had. Now he was behind a badge, and he knew the only reason was because of his insistence on going in order. Some rivalry this was turning out to be.

After stopping at the house long enough to check and make sure the Espurrs hadn't torn his room apart in his absence, Nagi headed out. There was no need for him to ask Neku where he was, so he didn't even respond to the victory text. With his Abra perched on his shoulder as usual he was easily able to have him locate where they were. Incidentally, it wasn't even all that far away.

Coming to a stop just across the street from the shop, he pulls out a Gear and sends a text.]

Come outside.

[His gear buzzes, and Neku can't help be amused. Not counting the dream... which he still assumed didn't really happen, they hadn't really seen each other face to face in a long while. Not really since they became... friends? Not foes at least.

So he steps outside with no real worries, Sota following and still nursing his drink]

Looking for a coffee or something?

[When Neku steps out he'll see Nagi standing with nothing else on his person but the Abra clinging to his shoulder, and though his eyes seem to be shut he's almost sneering at Neku and Sota from across the road.]

No. You said you were interested in a rematch. Right?

[He lifts his head a little, eyeing Neku sharply.]

Then let's battle. Right now.

[That look makes Neku frown, and Sota steps forward, also frowning. His Aura tells him all he needs to know: Nagi is annoyed. This isn't a friendly desire to fight for fun.

The Lucario looks back at Neku, communicating this back in his nonverbal Aura speech, and Neku just frowns harder.]

Right now?

Right now.

[It's certainly not a friendly tone, that's for sure. It's challenging as he waits for Neku's response, hands balled into loose fists at his sides. Even if Neku requests time to prepare, he wouldn't care. He just wants to wipe that smug grin off his face, honestly.]

[He wants to say no. Not when Nagi looks like that. Their friendship was a delicate thing. Something he doesn't want to shatter though a petty battle.

But maybe Nagi needs this, so he closes his eyes, going over the pokemon he has on him in his head before nodding]

Okay.

[The response actually surprises him. He had fully been expecting to have to drag it out of him- and would have, if he had no other choice- but this just makes it easier.

So he nods, Neba letting go of his shoulder so he can float down to the center of the street because apparently they're going to battle right here. It's not like there are going to be any cars to avoid or anything.]

I'll let you have the advantage of choosing your Pokemon second, as I'll be starting with Neba. Single battle. No swapping out. Once one of our Pokemon goes down, that round ends. Best two out of three.

[He scowls: his favorite strategy was switching out, setting up traps and status aliments. This cut him out of many of his tricks. But he could manage it.]

Got it. Sota, come on back.

[The Lucario steps back, looking unsure. He didn't return to his ball, but for now he was out of the fight. Neku takes off his balls from his belt, handing two of them to Sota to put away in his bag... and took a long moment debating over two of the balls on his belt, finally handing one over.

Neba first. So that gave him a small advantage. He grabbed one of his remaining three, chucking it out]

Alright, Bell, get out here!

[The Persian appeared already hissing]

[Nagi had been anticipating Bell. She was Neku's strongest, after all, so that meant that this would be strictly riding on type advantage and overall skill. Not that he was too concerned about that. It was also exactly why he didn't send out Munashi. She would have been fueled on her grudge toward the other Pokemon, sure, but it would have made her attacks sloppy.

The Abra just tilts his head at Bell when she appears, hovering about a foot or so above the asphalt with his legs crossed beneath him.]

Go on, then. Show me what you can do.

[They were the same level, but Neba was unevovled: so Neku was pretty sure Bell had the speed advantage here. Persian weren't known to be very popular as battlers, but with the speed advantage he could even the playing field]

Alright, use Fake Out.

[Or well, he would next turn- since there was no reason NOT to take the free damage and Flinch]

[You would use that move, you shit.

But Neku is right- Neba isn't quick enough to Teleport out of the way of the attack, but he does at least bring up his claws to shield his face. The attack hits him dead-on, sending him shuddering back several feet with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Nagi says nothing, knowing that he won't be able to retaliate yet due to the nature of the move causing Neba to flinch..]

[Neku had another advantage that sadly worked both ways: Neku knew Nagi's favorite pokemon. Their typing and right now more importantly- their genders.]

Captivate.

[It was a dick move, but like hell he was going to let a Special Attack monster like anything in the Abra line run wild on him. Bell purred, strolling over and rubbing against the little psychic type, dropping his Special Attack harshly]

[Nagi's expression hardens, but he can do nothing but watch as Neba hovers there helplessly, stiffening a bit when the Persian nuzzles him. It was worse than a move like Attract. At least there he would have had the chance to break out of it, but now he's significantly weakened where he usually has the advantage.

But now, it's Nagi's turn, and he had made sure to prepare.]

Toxic.

[All at once, Neba pulls out of the flinch and suddenly wheels around while Bell is still close to him, reaching out to grab her with his claws. They dig deeply into her pelt, a nasty purplish-black glow tinging his arms.]

Shit.

[He hadn't expected a poison move: and now Bell only had so long to keep fighting. His original plan to keep buffing and debuffing had to be shelved before she succumbed.

He did some quick math in his head: Night Slash was the stronger move, but with Technician:]

Bite!

[Bell wheels around, sinking her teeth into Neba's tail. It wasn't a strong attack normally, but with her ability the normally weak attack was boosted... and right in the psychic's weakness.

Though she winced as the poison started to work through her body...]

[Neba let out a sharp cry of pain and surprise, Teleporting out of reflex before Nagi can command him to to get himself free from Bell's jaws. He doesn't make it far, just a few feet to give himself some breathing room with his expression a cross between pained and infuriated. So Neku was going to be insistent on keeping up the physical offense, then...]

Reflect!

[The Abra lifts his claws again, this time the glow on his claws white as it covers the field in front of him for a moment before mostly dissipating, leaving the ghost of a barrier between him and Bell. Now, the strength of any further physical attacks would be halved, nullifying Bell's ability for five turns.]

[Most Normal type focused trainers like Neku would be pissed. But Neku just smirked.]

Nasty Plot.

[Bell jumped back, and smirked as well, and with Neba's psychic abilities he could probably tell she wasn't thinking anything pleasant- and also boosting her S. Attack]

[No you don't.]

Light Screen.

[And another barrier goes up following the second, and this one? This one halves damage from special attacks.

Of course, since it was raised two stages it doesn't completely undo what Neku just did, but it's better than Neba having to suffer a special dark type move, and Nagi has no way of knowing whether she knows one or not.]

[Well fuck.

Neku face drops. He might as well be spamming Protect for all Bell can do now. And eventually she will faint from poison.

But no, fuck you Nagi.]

U-Turn!

[It was cheap. It was almost breaking the rules of their battle... but not quite. Bell charged, smacking Neba with the Effective (but not as much as it once would have been) Technicianed Bug move- before poofing back into her ball.

And with a sign song bellow the Special Defense monster Goodra appeared with a heavy thump]

[Nagi had been relatively composed up until this point. The attack was so out in left field that Neba was unable to dodge, the attack striking him hard and causing him to Teleport some distance away again, panting. It was such a cheap move that Nagi wanted to call him out on it...but instead he just stood where he was, his jaw set as the Goodra appeared on the road.

Reflect would still be in affect for three more turns, and Light Screen for four. Neba's health was undoubtedly in the yellow from the super effective attacks he'd taken so far, but without the barriers he might not have made it.

He deliberates for a split second and then takes a gamble.]

Swagger, now!

[Neba pulls himself to his fullest height at Nagi's command, exhaling roughly through his nose with his attention on Lemon, expression hard and intimidating to boost her attack sharply while simultaneously throwing her into a state of confusion. It was a huge risk, because now he has to hope that the confusion will hold.]

[Neku snarls as Lemon is hit with the move- his strength sykrocketing... but his big doopy eyes turning blank, his tendrils flailing as he fights to figure out where his foe is

And smacking himself instead]

Damn it!

[If this had been a battle on his Gameboy that he could just reset and do over should things go bad, Nagi knows what he would have done. Poison his opponent before healing his Pokemon and continuing from there. But with things happening very quickly in real time, he doesn't get that moment to decide. He just reacts, spitting out the first offensive move he can think of.]

Zen Headbutt!

[Neba disappears in a flash, reappearing just inches shy of Lemon's forehead. His own glows a brilliant blue for a split second before he smashes his skull against the other's, silently thankful for the fact that Goodra aren't particularly solid Pokemon.]

[The headbutt smacks the goodra right in the head, and while he was a special attack wall... his physical wasn't great. The dragon reels, bellowing in pain.

Neku hisses, just glad he didn't flinch]

Guess there's no reason to hold this back anymore. Outrage!

[After all, Lemon was already confused. Lemon snorts, his kind eyes' pupils shrinking down in rage before he gives a roar, charging the smaller pokemon]

[Nagi jerks, shouting without hesitating or thinking.]

Double Team!

[Neba heard his trainer's command, but he can only screw his eyes shut as Lemon catches him in the front with his head mid-charge before he gets the chance to use his attack. He reaches out and hangs on, riding with the attack instead of trying to brace for it, knowing that he'll receive more damage than he can withstand at the moment otherwise.

Then he disappears once again, and when he reappears Lemon may think he's seeing double. Copies of the Abra surround the Goodra in a wide circle, but he's not in good shape. Even the copies are showing it as he barely holds himself up off the ground, his claws shaking.

Nagi won't admit that the battle is closer than he had ever imagined. Instead he manages his best attempt at a sneer, blue eyes flashing in Neku's direction. One more attack like that and Neba was done, higher level or no.]

Which one's the real one, Neku?

[Neku's eyes slit]

Doesn't matter. I told you that you should look into Dragon pokemon. He won't listen to me anymore anyways.

[That was the risk of Outrage. He would just keep attacking until he was done. Or well, until the confusion took over

Lemon's eyes were still blank and full of anger, lashing out wildly with his tendrils- if he hit it would be through pure luck, not any skill. Seems Nagi wasn't the only one willing to toss a suicide gambit]

[The tendrils that swing out and around swipe through copy after copy, causing them to vanish. This was the sort of window of opportunity that Nagi had been looking for. At the same time, he knew that Neba wasn't going to be able to just one hit KO the dragon in one more attack. Zen Headbutt was the strongest offensive move he had to use against a S. Attack wall, and Neba was in danger of being knocked out the moment he got close enough to do that a second time.

So while Lemon destroys the copies, Nagi calls out again.]

Psych Up!

[Now he could copy his target's stat changes- meaning that his own physical attack gets raised twice over.]

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