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route_10652016-02-14 03:08 pm
diosmio) wrote in route_10652016-02-14 03:08 pm
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Who: Dio Brando (diosmio) and Peridot (peridork)
Where: In the Rocket Base!
When: Somewhere during Misty Terrain weekend
Summary: Dio and Peridot pick the worst/best time to have a battle
Rating: Probably PG?
Log:
Dio really doesn't have plans for this Valentine's Day weekend. He could've filled out that survey, but he's not the type to rely on some ridiculous anonymous service to make connections for him. And it's not like without that he has any one to spend it with. Which is fine. He doesn't need to bogged down by silly things like that. Leave that for the idiotic saps of the world. They can have all their romance and love and have it used against them by someone smart enough to exploit it.
So his plans for the time being consisted of dropping off a mind numbingly boring report and returning to his quarters with a book, only to bump into that completely irritating person from before. One thing led to another and here they are about to battle in one of the unused training rooms.
Or at least that's what Dio had been figuring would happen, up until he opened the door and found some sort of sparkly pastel colored void where the room was. That's...not normal.
“What on earth?”
And then the effect decides to spill into the hallway, so it doesn't look like this is going to be easily solved by picking another room. They'll just have to deal with it until it goes away.
“After you...”
He'll offer the chance for his opponent to enter the shoujo landscape first because the hell if he, Dio's going to head into that mess first. Let someone else wander in there just in case it...he doesn't know, decides to eat people or is contagious or something.
diosmio) and Peridot (peridork)Where: In the Rocket Base!
When: Somewhere during Misty Terrain weekend
Summary: Dio and Peridot pick the worst/best time to have a battle
Rating: Probably PG?
Log:
Dio really doesn't have plans for this Valentine's Day weekend. He could've filled out that survey, but he's not the type to rely on some ridiculous anonymous service to make connections for him. And it's not like without that he has any one to spend it with. Which is fine. He doesn't need to bogged down by silly things like that. Leave that for the idiotic saps of the world. They can have all their romance and love and have it used against them by someone smart enough to exploit it.
So his plans for the time being consisted of dropping off a mind numbingly boring report and returning to his quarters with a book, only to bump into that completely irritating person from before. One thing led to another and here they are about to battle in one of the unused training rooms.
Or at least that's what Dio had been figuring would happen, up until he opened the door and found some sort of sparkly pastel colored void where the room was. That's...not normal.
“What on earth?”
And then the effect decides to spill into the hallway, so it doesn't look like this is going to be easily solved by picking another room. They'll just have to deal with it until it goes away.
“After you...”
He'll offer the chance for his opponent to enter the shoujo landscape first because the hell if he, Dio's going to head into that mess first. Let someone else wander in there just in case it...he doesn't know, decides to eat people or is contagious or something.
It's okay!
“What an interesting choice to lead with. I can't say I've seen that one before.”
Yup. He's going to take that to be the first Pokemon he's going to annihilate today. But instead of leading with his best one, he'll throw out his Murkrow instead. At level 23, it certainly isn't much of a threat, but Dio has a plan in mind.
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If Dio is starting with a dark/flying type... Well. Already, she's at a disadvantage here. Nothing on her team has a direct offensive advantage over that type combination... but maybe if she goes with something that resists it, instead?
She gives the pokeball a toss, summoning her lv. 24 houndoom onto the field. When he emerges, Clod #2 looks none too pleased about the misty surroundings, but he says focused, tosses his head irritably and stares down his opponent, snorting smoke.
"This is who I'll be starting with," Peridot calls.
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“First vermin, and now a mutt. I didn't think it was possible for my opinion of you to be lower, and yet...”
He doesn't finish that sentence, merely continuing to condescendingly smirk instead because that really says it all, doesn't it? But his expression changes and now there's dramatic pointing directed at Peridot and her Houndoom.
“Murkrow, Night Shade!”
After some dramatic flapping (apparently Dio has taught his Pokemon the importance of being as ridiculous as possible), there's some sort of spooky beam fired from its eyes at Houndoom. Which probably looks absolutely silly contrasted against Misty Terrain, but still, that's what's happening here
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Peridot snaps, hopping up and down with agitation: "You think I care about what a useless, ruddy cruddy mud for brains grunt like you thinks of me? Clod 2, use ember!"
With a furious battle-thirsty howl, the houndoom bounds forward and directs a fiery attack directly at murkrow.
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Presumably there was going to be more to that sentence, but Dio has slightly more pressing concerns to deal with at the moment. Like his bird being on fire. It's not the first time he's had to deal with something like this, but the travesty of this...this moron getting any offense in on him is an injustice! He should..he should...
He should take a deep breath and continue with his strategy. This isn't ideal, but Mukrow's managed to not suddenly transform into fried chicken, so it's fine. Everything's fine. And he'll pay back his fellow Grunt in spades before this is done.
“I hope you weren't expecting that to be enough clip Murkrow's wings. In fact, let me give you a better look at what you're up against. Wing Attack!”
There is now a very angry, slightly singed bird heading toward Houndoom's face.
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"Aaaaaa, DODGE IT AND USE EMBER AGAIN!" she shrieks, hopping up and down in the swirling pink mist.
Houndoom listens, tries to dodge and takes a glancing blow from murkrow's wing attack. As it passes by, he aims another ember attack at its tail feathers.
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“Useless.I'll have to reprimand it later.”
Then his attention turns from being annoyed by his Pokemon's failure to just glaring at his opponent again. Apparently no one told Dio that if you keep making the same expression it might stay that way.
“But don't go celebrating yet. The next one won't be anywhere near as careless.”
He'll recall Murkrow, trying his best to look unfazed about what just happened, and next up is a level 61 Noivern. Is that overkill? Probably. Does he feel bad about it? Nope, not in the slightest.
“Air Slash!”
And since he doesn't feel bad, there's really no reason to not have it throw blades of air at that Houndoom, now is there?
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"NNNrrrgh, WHY YOU--" She stomps her foot and recalls houndoom, scowling at her opponent. "Fine then! I won't hold back either!"
But who to send out next? She doesn't really have anything that can counter a dragon type....
Another pokeball, another flash. Amethyst the Rattata takes the field next.
"SUPER FANG! DO IT! DO IT DO IT!"
With blinding speed, the little rodent makes an incredible leap. Time almost seems to slow down, as through the swirling pink, a murderous purple blur launches through the air, fangs bared, aiming right for noivern's face.
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“Shake it off and use Roost!”
For a second there he almost seems panicked. This vermin shouldn't be posing a threat to him, and it won't be, but he's not going to allow some filthy creature to do that much damage to his Pokemon. Because that would almost be like landing a hit on him, Dio, which is absolutely not happening ever.
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Indeed, the plucky little rodent lands on its feet and makes another go at the noivern as it's landing to heal.
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“Noivern, stop playing around with that vermin and use Whirlwind.”
His tone and dramatic glaring probably lose something with the background and the fact that he's an angry twelve year old. But still, Noivern's going to try and blow Rattata away, only for Whirlwind to somehow...miss completely. At pointblank range. Maybe Noivern got distracted by the sparkly shoujo background. Or what's more likely is that it can't focus with this tiny rat trying to claw its face off.
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"Nyehehehehh... Not as easy to contend with as you thought, is she?"
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“This is far from over! Your vermin will be exterminated soon enough!”
Of course while he's protesting and starting to lose his cool, you know what he's not doing? Ordering Noivern to attack. So there's another opening here.
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"Oh yeah? Well she's standing right there, ya clod. If it's so easy then why don't you just do it already?"
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“Noivern, shred that rat to pieces! Razor Wind!”
...first of all, it doesn't work that way, but you know, he's mad. Second of all, it's going to take a turn to prepare. So he's going for complete overkill here, it's just going to take a little while to get there.
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Gotta wait for it. Wait for it. The little rat is trembling with pent up energy, critical hit rate boosted...
"SUCKER PUNCH!"
Before noivern can unleash that razor wind attack on the next turn, the rattata seizes a split second opening, launching itself towards its opponent at full force. The shoujo sparkles glimmer all around. Once again, time stands still. Amethyst drives her little rat fist into the bat's gut as hard as she can. It is truly a sight to behold.
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And now his Noivern is staggered and nosediving into the ground because this...this complete trash was somehow able to knock it out. It's like that idiot Joestar getting the upper hand on him. It's wrong. It shouldn't be happening. People like him, Dio, shouldn't be able to have their plans go awry at the hands of lesser beings. It just shouldn't happen. It doesn't matter that he has more Pokemon and can right his plan as soon as he stops freaking out. He shouldn't be in this situation.
“You, you knocked it out?! How could you...how could your garbage Pokemon manage to do that?”
He's still having trouble processing it, and his hand drops towards the pocket of his uniform, almost like he's looking for something, but then he remembers he doesn't have it here. So mercifully everyone is spared this small kid trying to pull a knife in the middle of a Pokemon battle. And the ridiculousness would only be compounded when the background is taken into account. So instead of going for that, he'll grab another Pokeball, and from the looks of it, he almost seems like he's about to cry from the injustice of everything.
“I won't allow you and your rat to make a mockery of me, Dio! Kadabra!”
He'll kick off the next round of things with his level 59 Psychic Pokemon. Surely this one won't let him down. Given how long it took him to catch the damn thing, and the mood he's in right now, it better not.
“Psychic!”
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"Amethyst!" She cries, watching as the poor thing topples over, KO'd. She glowers across the field at her opponent, teeth bared in a grimace. How was this even possible? And after she'd just done so well, too...
And of course, her only dark type Pokemon is knocked out already. Fantastic. She has a bug type she could counter with, but it's also part poison type which is no good... Her drifloon is basically untrained. So if a type advantage isn't possible, then...
"Clod! Get in there and hit that thing with your dark pulse!"
The elgyem, who has been spending the majority of this battle floating just behind Peridot in a dream-like state, meditating over the pink and the sparkles, suddenly does a 180 in its demeanor. Its eyes flash, it spins its way out onto the field and and sends a vicious dark type attack at the kadabra.
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“Kadabra, come back for now!”
He'll recall it because wow, he's not running the risk of losing another Pokemon here today. The last thing he wants is this idiot to continue to make him look like a fool. So let's see. If that thing wants to fight using dark moves, then why shouldn't he respond in turn?
“Weavile, finish that thing off!”
As soon as it's done emerging from the Pokeball, Dio's level 37 Weavile's dashing forward, aiming to land a quick Night Slash on that Elgyem.
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She snatches up another Pokeball, ready to release it. "Clod, get out of there! Mud, use bug bite!"
Peridot's beedrill enters the fray, wings humming as she darts forward and aims for the weavile, mandibles bared.
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“Squash that bug with Payback, Weavile!”
There's more dramatic posturing from Dio as he gives the command. He's at a type disadvantage, but moving after a hit like that might boost Payback's power. Which probably won't result in a fun time for Beedrill. And if it doesn't, he's got a few more tricks up his sleeve. Or Weavile's sleeve anyway.
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“Use Miracle Eye, then hit that stupid thing with a psybeam!”
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Is it possible for Dio to look more arrogant? Because he's finding a way while continuing to sneer at Peridot and her Pokemon as Sneasel attempts to strike at Elgyem with...his other Pokemon or the power of the rest of Dio's team or however Beat Up works. But as confident as he is, it's not like Dio knows if he'll have Psybeam to still worry about after this.