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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Sept 14, 2014 17:24:47 GMT -5
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"YES OUR TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED! BE PREPARED!"
"Aaaah!~ Nothing like a good nap to get a break from the tournament running busines."
Of course Yumi couldn't get too big a break. Part of the reason she was even getting any sleep was because the next part of her tourney had to take place in the morning, as soon as possible in fact. She wouldn't be surprised if the round took them to sunset, or at the very least they'd be hitting 5PM. With such an early start, she had to sleep close to location too, which is why the usually empty at night beach had a single tent on it, from which a messy bed head of a red head was now emerging.
"You ready Tranz?"
Outside the tent was was an abra, meditating an inch off the ground, opening a single eye to the red head that he called his trainer. Typically abra slept all day, but this one tended to make an exception, opting for a more insomnia themed lifestyle. Falling to his feet, he gave a quick nod, but was quick to use a claw and point out the messy head of his trainer.
"Yeah, I know, I havn't even gotten out of my PJs yet." She gave an awkward chuckle, looking back to her tent and the beach around them. The trainers that had made it this far would be meeting soon, so she'd have to set everything up herself. "If they kept to their word, Norris, Ko-ken, Tequill, and Veruka shoulda layed the tokens I gave them last night. That leaves me a good ten minutes to change before they get back."
Yumi slipped back inside her tent, grabbing a pair of shorts and her bikini top, quick to change and head outside her tent once again, pushing her hair back into a ponytail, and using a skull hair clip to keep anymore messy strands in place for a quick fix. Looking over her outfit, she could swear itwas oddly familiar, especially with the red flame pattern on black that adorned her bikini, but she had absolutely no clue where from.
"Well, I'm ready at least. You got the Batons?" The small abra held up 4 red metal poles, each ready for the tokens that would be latching onto them throughout the course. "Goodie, I guess we best get moving then."
All 4 competitors must post of them appearing at the start line on the beach, and their first pokemon receiving the baton Yumi will be handing out to each of them. Go under the assumption that the 4 other pokemon you will be using have been dropped off on your way here. There is no deadline, but once all 4 people have posted, and the 1st segment is declared officially, a one week deadline will be heavily enforced.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Sept 15, 2014 1:59:03 GMT -5
Izumi could only scratch her head and yawn; why was the next part of the tournament going to be held so early in the morning? She was a night owl, that much was certain—but then again, she could only stay up until three in the morning, tops. She’d spent the three hours earlier mentioned trying to battle off sleep with a lot of chocolate coffee and some late-night “breakfast” she’d scrounged up from their family café in Lavaridge, before heading out to the city for the next part of the tourney. Truth be told, she’d spent the last hour or so trying to catch a nap on her Braviary’s back as she flew out from her hometown to Slateport; and was surprised that the Braviary hadn’t managed to drop her. As Sora made a three-point touchdown in front of the Pokémon Center, she then felt the jolt shake her awake—was this how bad it was, running on just an hour of sleep? “Blerrrgh,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead as she recalled the Braviary back into his containment unit and then dropped him off in the pC storage, before stumbling through the city streets.
It was still quiet out; but the nippy early-morning air served to “wake her up” in its own unique manner. The closer she got to the beach, the more she could smell the lingering salt in the air; and that crinkled and messed up her olfactories. “Bleh. So much salt today…” she continued as she stumbled through the beach, almost tripping over a few abandoned beach chairs—and then looking around for the starting line. She already knew that the other four were waiting on their designated spots; so a smile lit up her face as she saw that the Electivire was already there, waiting for her! “Heh, how’s your sleep? You rested for the big race?” she asked, squatting down as she took her place at the starting line; noticing that… was she the first one here? Sure, some signs of the early-morning crowd had begun to gather in order to watch the “race”; and they were all holding cups of either what she guessed was hot coffee, or hot chocolate. Stamping one foot on the sand beneath her, she then stretched and yawned, before looking around and wondering who else she was going to be up against…
WORDS 394 TAGS nope NOTESLet the Hunger Games begin
Post by Amber Kazuki on Sept 19, 2014 11:48:53 GMT -5
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So early for Amber and late for me to post.
I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR LITTLE HEART, WATCH YOU TAKE THE FALL
Was this worth it? Amber was almost dead on her feet. Staying up late was one thing, getting up early was the other. She could handle staying up late, but waking up early was not a strong suit. However, she dragged herself out of bed and picked up her Pokemon that were entered. All the others were ready and positioned at the other spots. Fang was the only one that was coming with her at this point. However, even he had gone on ahead. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she walked to the beach. Her long skirt brushed against the sand as Amber made her way over. The only thing good about it being so early in the morning was that it was a bit chilly, giving Amber a wake up call so to speak. She didn't bother wearing her bikini top this morning and opted for a plain, green tee-shirt instead.
Once she saw the golden Mightyena sitting there waiting for her, Amber picked up her pace a bit. She picked up the baton from Yumi on her way over and patted Fang on the head. "You're really up and ready to go, aren't you?" She said, yawning as she let Fang take the baton from her hand. Early mornings were never something Amber liked, but she had to for this tournament. It couldn't have been like a smoothie making contest in the late afternoon, could it?
Amber looked around, only seeing one other entree with an Electivire a few feet away. She had to wonder what other Pokemon the other three had chosen. Fang looked around as well, sizing up his competition as the baton hung out of his mouth.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Sept 21, 2014 22:51:12 GMT -5
As Fulmine responded with an extremely eager disposition on her face, she then felt another yawn coming and didn’t make any move to stop it—only stretching her arms high above her head and standing on tip-toe as she did so. After shaking her head a few times from side to side, she then crouched down once more before saying to her Electivire’s direction, “Wait here, I’ll be right back. I can’t believe I forgot to get the one thing…” she muttered as she stood up and trailed off, headed towards the redhead who still had three batons with her. Izumi took a few moments to size up the other contestant who was already there—who was actually one of the two finalists in the recently held tournament, talking to a Mightyena, before finally reaching the contest organizer (Yumi) and taking one of the three batons from her with a completely sheepish look on her face.
She then headed back to where her Electivire was waiting, who was now in the middle of doing some warm-up exercises; as she reached the Thunderbolt Pokémon she grinned as Fulmine looked up at her before looking inquiringly at the thing she was now spinning in her hands. “Be careful not to drop this, okay? Also, don’t zap it by accident,” she added hastily as a precaution; because she knew how electricity could affect the polarity of magnets—or something like that. “Just keep stretching out, I’ll be right back… I need some hot chocolate…” she trailed off again, leaving her Electivire to just… do her thing as she scouted around for someone giving away hot drinks to fend off the cold morning. Some minutes later, she was on her way back, holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate and sipping it slowly, watching her Electivire flexing her limbs in preparation for whatever was waiting for them once everyone arrived.
WORDS 316 TAGS Not really NOTESCrap forgot to get the baton oy vey
Unlike the other competitors, it seemed, the Golden Knight was very much a morning person - he was taught early in his life to rise with the sun, or, in some cases, earlier. It was something he did out of habit now, and the habit gave him time to do extra little things, like spend time with some Pokemon or such. He had spent a good whole day with the group that would be performing in the race, and the whole week before that with Ba'ul, in celebration of their victory. That had been an arduous battle, but Ba'ul was his first Pokemon, and their friendship unbreakable - what power could overcome such friendship?
So it was this morning that he had woken up extra early, while the rest of Slateport slept - it was still somewhat dark when he put on his daily gear and packed his stuff, leaving it in his room. He would only need some Ba'ul's Poke Ball today, since the other Pokemon were already dropped off with that lady. Some light exercise on the beach prefaced a nice, long swim along the coast of Slateport - stroke after stroke, he swam dutifully, his preferred form of exercise not hampered by his choice to wear an armor breastplate. It didn't take long for him to arrive to the Slateport beach, where he had previously appointed himself to return to shore, stretching a little.
Golden eyes beamed with energy as he scanned over the first area of the race - he walked towards Yumi, golden clothes still wet with seawater, armor glistening in the morning sun. "William Rosenbach, Milady, reporting in - I have come for the baton." Said the Golden Dork Knight as he received the item from her. It didn't take long for his Electrode to find him, though - the Ball Pokemon rolled over, bopping against the side of the Golden Knight. William smiled as he bent down.
"Voltex, dearest friend, how fare you?"
"Electrode!" Replied the excited Pokemon. It seemed that it was already pumped for the event, which was very much what one would expect from Voltex - the Electric-Type was one to love any form of activity, battle or otherwise. Pokemon and Knight stood at the starting line, William stretching and Voltex smiling confidently, the iconic visage of the species clear.
He wondered, for a second, if the competition would be arduous. But still, it was well known that Electrodes were one of the fastest species of Pokemon yet recorded, only a few Pokemon outdoing it - this would be helpful. William passed the Baton to Voltex, who seemed ready for the race - the Electric-Type held it in its mouth.
William felt good, really good - he was bound to enjoy himself, and truly, who could defeat his fostered friendship?
Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Oct 7, 2014 23:29:23 GMT -5
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So, bluntly put..... a miracle that he was still even in the running for this thing, and Ryusuke couldn't help but be particularly aware and more than a little self conscious about the fact that it was almost purely by technicality that he'd even made it this far. First round, only one person showed, and then they failed to show and so did all of the other contestants except for himself... and it was only by the good graces of the organizer that he'd made it beyond that point. After that, he'd had the relative fortune to get matched against the organizer herself who, for apparent shits and giggles, kicked his and Grovyle's asses, a loss which evidently didn't matter at all in the grand scheme of things and had basically done nothing else but serve as a blow to their pride. Something Ryusuke could take in relative stride since he was well aware going in that it was a losing proposition, but Grovyle seemed more than just a little eager to pay them back for that. Eventually. Something that also had Ryusuke more than a little concerned since the Pokemon had never been one to forget, sure, but he'd never really held onto grudges like that before. Regardless, the Grass type wasn't here, and that wasn't what he needed to focus on right now. As the other competitors began to gather at the starting line, Ryusuke would take a moment to center his thoughts before releasing Charizard from his ball, the Fire type's bright orange coloration matching rather well with Ryusuke's usual crimson and red.
"What, something wrong?" Ryusuke said, pausing as the draconic Pokemon stopped to look over the initial competition, eyes finally settling over a rather familiar Mightyena as Ryusuke followed his gaze. Right, he'd almost forgotten about that - it was just as well that Grovyle wasn't here, Ryusuke could not see that particular reunion going over all too well for either Pokemon. Charizard, for his part, could barely resist the urge to let out a derisive snort - the other Pokemon he could understand, especially Electrode as they were well known for being annoyingly fast, but the Dark type Pokemon certainly didn't inspire the same degree of weariness that a few of the others did. Ryusuke, for his part, would simply bump the Fire type's shoulder with a light punch from his prosthetic arm, a reminder to keep his head in the game and avoid drawing undue attention. Human taking the lead, the pair would make their way over towards the host of the event before the trainer would carefully accept the baton with only a nod and then pass the item off to his Pokemon in turn.
"Strong start, strong finish. Not going to beat all of them, but let the others take care of that. All you need to do is keep up." Ryusuke said, the pair moving over to the starting line. Giving the Pokemon another bump on the shoulder, this time for reassurance, Ryusuke would retreat back a few paces as Charizard settled into place, one arm dropping to touch the line in the sand and his wings snapping open in preparation.
Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 9, 2014 6:17:05 GMT -5
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"YES OUR TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED! BE PREPARED!"
Yumi handed out the last of her batons to the Trainer Ryusuke, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she remembered the fun battle they'd had during the last round, somewhat thankful for the win, seeing as she'd been on a bit of a losing streak herself recently.
With the options laid out before her, yumi was a little impressed with some of the choices, Charizard weren't too fast, but they were certainly ferocious. Any obstacles in its path would likely just be pushed aside. Mightyena was bound to be good with those 4 legs, and there were electric types, so speed was practically a fact of their design.
"Alright. It seems everyone is ready. Now, if the trainer's would please come over to me." She gestured calmly for them all to come over and waited as her Gardevoir and Abra stood beside her, the blue themed Gardevoir taking the time to clasp the hand of every contestant between her own. "Now, Sam here is establishing a link to your pokemon and the baton its holding. Once we teleport to the finish line, you will each be able to hold a connection with your pokemon to see how it's doing. Alternatively, my Honchkrow and Braviary." She gestured to the two bird pokemon with some rather odd neck braces. "Will be filming it to show on a screen for us to watch. Now, if you'd all please hold onto your lunch."
With the formalities over, Yumi had her pokemon teleport everyone to the finish line at dewford beach. Nearby was a screen with two split views, likely coming from the honchkrow and breviary as they took off. Each contestant would still be able to sense how their pokemon was doing regardless thanks to the link set up by the gardevoir, so they would be able to give orders if necessary.
"Now, lets watch Ko-ken start us off."
Back at the starting line, the 4 competing pokemon were left with a sawk standing before them, a hand raised above his head as a signal to wait. Once a full minute had passed since the trainer's had left, his hand slammed down, and the race began.
(sorry for poor quality post, here are some re-iterations of the setting)
Segment 1: Slateport beach!
A pretty basic way to start off the race. Each trainer will hand the official Baton to their first pokemon, who will race to the end of the beach and hand it to the trainers second pokemon. While it isn't the most dangerous place to be, the beach is littered with some obstacles. Kids inflatables, umbrellas, and a few chairs and towels your pokemon is bound to slip on. You might wanna keep an eye out for the krabby too, those things can really pinch your toes. The token for this round is found on a table outside the soda shack, which is also surrounded by all those obstacles I mentioned earlier.~
NOW! THE BIG RULE!
As soon as one of you posts for this round, the 7 day limit starts. So, if Izumi were able to post on October 10th, the rest of you have till the 17th, no exceptions. Post order also does not matter. Have fun, try your best
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Oct 12, 2014 9:29:31 GMT -5
Now that everyone had actually managed to assemble and had acquired the magnetic batons from the redheaded female, she then perked her ears up and listened as the mechanics of the next part of the competition were laid out. She then grinned in amusement as she saw a Braviary and what appeared to be another Flying-type suddenly rise from another location flying all weird—before she realized that they had something that looked like video cameras strapped around their bodies. No wonder they’re flying all funny, those must be heavy… she thought to herself as she saw a very familiar-looking Gardevoir—before realizing a split-second later that it wasn’t Momo—along with an Abra make their appearance; and the Gardevoir then began touching all of the contestants’ hands; and hers were the first. It feels… freaky. But… yeah, weird yet comfortable, she thought as the so-called “link” was established; at least now she could begin issuing orders to Fulmine so that she wouldn’t get mixed up and do something too drastic while searching for the first “marker” that they needed.
Kind of reminds me of a certain part in a certain series that I was following until it wrapped its story up… she mused to herself as she then suddenly felt herself being pulled along with everyone else—and then saw that they were no longer in Slateport; they were now at Dewford Town. “Alright… steady there, Ful. Steady. Don’t start until the marker goes down…” she hissed under her breath, seeing that there was a split-screen for their viewing pleasure installed at where they were dropped off; she knew that four more of her Pokémon were waiting at the designated points where the baton was going to be passed along to them. Once the Sawk had slammed its fist into the sand, the race was on! “Time to focus on the prize…” she muttered as she then began looking at the screen, where everything burst out into mass mayhem. “Ful, whatever you do, do NOT use any of your attacks. Under any circumstances are you not allowed to… show off your interesting lightning, and just for concentration sake… hold the baton in your mouth so you can shove everything out of the way easier…” she hissed to herself as her eyes were riveted to the screen…
Over at Slateport, once the Sawk had signaled that the race was on, the Thunderbolt Pokémon then looked around at its competitors, sizing them up with just a glance. Out of the four present, there was one other Electric-type; and there was also a bipedal dragon with a very awesome wingspan; along with a canine that was glimmering a weird, golden-yellowish color. The distance from the starting line to the beachfront was something she could cover—but with all those weird obstacles scattered, how was she going to get around them? The answer was simple:
With a leap forward—she then let her natural speed kick in, transferring the hold of the magnetized baton into her own mouth, clamping down on it as best as she could—because was it just her or did she hear her mistress’ voice echoing in her mind, asking her to hold the magnetized stick in her mouth? With a shrug, she transferred it from her hand to her mouth and then began her stride, purposeful and with intent. The first thing that came across her path was a series of fallen, tossed-over beach tubes. Squaring her shoulders as much as she could manage, she then plowed right into them, sending the stack flying—but missing the fallen umbrella that was cunningly hidden underneath said pile! With a sudden shock, she felt her center of balance suddenly pitch and then shifted; landing face-first in the sand—thankfully the baton was still in her mouth; and she then kicked the annoying fallen umbrella aside, before standing up.
She’d gotten herself tangled in a batch of fallen beach equipment; and was now fuming; but an echoing voice—it was definitely Izumi’s—then said to not fire off any electricity under any impulse she might have—and she then nodded, before gritting the baton between her teeth, looking out and seeing that she was still quite a ways away from the “landmark” that was mentioned. For now, she then focused on plowing through the stacks of fallen items, knocking an umbrella aside; but coming face-to-face with a pile of towels, and kicking it out of the way. She was used to zipping around quickly; the obstacles were serving as a way to limit her speed and movement! She then looked around, and wondered where to go next…
Back at where the contestants were, Izumi then furrowed her brow—because what was she seeing? Her Electivire had gotten into some trouble quite early! “Oh great…” she hissed, watching as one of the cameras then chose to suddenly fly up a bit higher—she could only guess if this was the Braviary since the altitude was slightly higher as it was compared to the other camera—and then quickly focused her thoughts. Ful, keep going forward as best as you can. I’ll tell you where to turn. Wait for my cues, okay? She thought as hard as she could, watching from the screen on the left as the madness continued…
After hearing her mistress’ voice in her head, telling her to keep going on the track where she was, she then grunted and then began hefting as many objects as she could out of the way! After knocking aside a fallen chair, as well as another stack of towels and what appeared to be a half-built sandcastle, she then came across a bare patch, devoid of any obstacles. Grinning, she then began to rocket forward, using her arms in order to push, shove, or otherwise toss off to one side whatever was in her way. After kicking a fallen umbrella over (and almost coming face to face with a hastily-folded beach chair and then just…punching a hole through it and forcing her body through the space, causing the beach chair to explode into a wreck due to forcing her form right through the gaping hole) she continued to plow on forward, adjusting her speed as necessary.
Some time later…
The Electivire then reached a crossroads—because there were several promising paths that branched off in different directions. Right on cue, she heard the same voice echoing again, “Turn left… and then keep going straight. Be careful of the tower of beach balls in the way though. Knock ‘em aside as much as you can. You’re still some distance away from the table; but you’re getting there. Keep up with the steady pace!”
Nodding again, the Electivire then faced its left, before starting to pick up speed—and almost smacking head-on into the tower of beach balls that she’d been warned about—and then used her own head to force a way through them; before marching on—kicking and shoving aside even more of the debris that was play shovels, colorful buckets, even more towels, and some extra chairs that were just serving to block the way. Once she’d cleared out the various obstacles, she then looked around for another sign, and heard the following, “Alright, cut right… keep going straight. We’re near the table… just keep shoving everything out of the way…”
The Thunderbolt ‘mon then did as she heard—swivelling off to her right and then continuing in as best a straight line as she could manage—with the obstacles getting even more and more numerous and just as worse—she’d walked over a sandcastle for crying out loud; and had knocked over several empty bottles as well in the “rampage” she was cutting through the messy beach. Little was the Electivire expecting some unwanted company—and it came in the form of a sharp pinching sensation on its left foot! “El. Electivire… EL?!” she muttered around the baton, and then saw that there was a Krabby hanging onto her leg. Not wishing for the “nightmare of Oceanus” to haunt her, she then began shaking her foot as best as she could—trying her hardest not to deliver any Electric-based attacks—and ended up grappling with the stubborn Krabby!
Damn it… Ful, shake it off! Shake it off as best as you can! Don’t resort to anything stupid! Punch it if you have to! Echoed in Izumi’s mind, seeing the distress her Thunderbolt ‘mon was going through at the moment. She then looked around and saw that everyone else was screwed up with looks of intense concentration on their faces… she could only guess what was going on…
As the Electivire and the Krabby continued to duke it out in an old-fashioned wrestling match, she then thought of smacking it against anything else she came across—she was still moving, albeit a lot slower than earlier. Seeing that there was a beach chair near where she was approaching, the Electivire then cracked a grin and deliberately made her way over to the obstacle… and then swung her foot up, like a Hitmonlee would. After several attempts of smacking it against the chair, the Krabby finally let go—now the problem was that her left foot hurt so much! She was then forced to limp forward instead of “dashing”, dragging her left foot behind her—when she thought she heard another series of snip-snipping noises.
Looking over her shoulder proved that there were several more Krabby following her—and in her current state, she was a sitting duck! “MOVE! HAUL IT, GIRL! Get to the table and lure the Krabby following you there, then bolt as fast as you can once you get the marker!” echoed in the Electivire’s mind… and then Thunderbolt ‘mon then picked up its pace—considerably. It wasn’t as fast as it was earlier, but she was trying her best—and the table was now looming in front of her; but the Krabbies were still following her. She then stood up as best as she could manage—and then saw a pile of beach towels nearby, and then knocked them towards the Krabbies with another flailing punching movement!
The mass of colorful towels then soared through the air; and she hauled herself up to the table—and then saw one of the weird things fly towards the stick in her mouth! Now that she had the thing she came for—she had to find her way to the beach line… but how?
The answer came as her mistress’ voice echoed again inside her head, and she was just instructed to go left and keep going straight as fast as she could manage; knocking anything and everything aside in the process. This she did, suddenly changing course and facing left; before quickly bowing her head and then suddenly bowling as fast as her maimed left leg would allow her, literally sending various objects flying—more umbrellas, several tables, a few sandcastles, some colorful playthings… the beach line was glimmering ahead, but she couldn’t stop, not yet!
She continued to knock objects out of the way, as fast as her whirling arms—flailing like they were high on alcohol and as if she was a practitioner of drunken fist—could manage… was she there yet?
I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR LITTLE HEART, WATCH YOU TAKE THE FALL
Once everyone was there and the Pokemon were in place, Yumi called everyone over to her. Amber walked over, holding her arms close to herself to try and keep warm as she stood in place with the other three. She hadn't really noticed the other contestants until now. There was a girl that she had never met and two guys. Both of them she was very sure she had met somewhere before. Before she could say hello to either of them, the group was teleported to the finish line. She flailed her arms out to keep her balance. Once she found her balance, Amber stood up straight and look to the split screens that showed how the race was going. There was also a psychic link going on with Fang and the baton. It felt as though that she was seeing through the eyes of her Pokemon, however, she wasn't. It was just a feeling. It was hard to explain, but Amber thought it was pretty cool. Psychic types were cool. Her head turned towards the two guys again, studying them for a moment before her memory clicked. She had met both of them a while ago. The one she had met on her way to Rustboro, he had a beautiful Milotic and another Pokemon that slipped her memory. William, was it? The other guy, Ryusuke, she had meet when right after she returned to Hoenn. She found it amusing that she'd find familiar faces.
Amber's attention turned to the screens as the Pokemon took off.
Fang wasted no time moving once the Sawk had signaled to start. The canine jumped and sprinted off towards the Soda Shack, a place he and Amber had been to many times during their trips to Slateport. He had no issue navigating his way over. However, he did have issues with the beach itself. There weren't many people out during this time, but there was a lot of random items on the ground. Towels, umbrellas, coolers even. He was positive he saw a Krabby crawl its way across the beach as well.
Fang paid no mind to the other Pokemon around him, he focused solely on his own path. The golden Mightyena jumped over a beach towel, landing in the sand a little unsteady but picked himself right back up. It was only then that Fang got a look at the other Pokemon as they sped past him during his trip. A Charizard, a Electrode and a Electivire. All three did out class him in the speed department, there was no doubt about that. However, he had something over each of these Pokemon. Size. The Mightyena was small in comparison to the other three, which gave him a slight advantage on the beach alone. He could zip in and out and avoid most of the obstacles on the beach. Fang grinned to himself as he sped off towards the rest, thinking that this part of the race was in the bag.
Her pink eyes stuck to the screen like glue. She watched as her Mightyena almost tripped on a beach towel, but picked himself up rather quickly and kept pace with the others. However, right then, she felt something coming from Fang. Was it arrogance? No. Cockiness? Amber stared at the screen for a long time while the feeling of pride washed over her. Oh no. Fang was getting too ahead of himself. Even though she didn't know exactly what he was feeling, she knew that he was getting cocky and that may have affected him. "Fang, don't get too ahead of yourself." Amber mumbled under her breath.
The words had reached Fang and he seemed to brush them off. Snorting as he tossed his head to the side, as if to show that he was ignoring Amber. However, that was a mistake. It didn't take even one second after that when Fang felt something slipped from under his feet. Tumbling forward and being caught in a beach towel, the Mightyena came to a stop when something tall and thin stopped his roll. When he had made contact, there was a loud, metal CLANK sound as well. Fang tossed and turned, trying to find the end to the towel he had someone managed to wrap himself in.
Meanwhile, back with the Trainers, Amber buried her face in her palm. She couldn't even look at the screen. The words "I told you so" were on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back as she peeked through her fingers at the screen again.
It took him a few moments to untangle himself from the towel, but Fang had managed it. He shoved his snout back in to grab the baton in his mouth and sped off towards the rest of the Pokemon. He mumbled to himself as his feet picked up the sand. Even though Amber didn't say it, he knew what she wanted to say. And he wouldn't admit out loud that she was right. He just knew deep down she was.
Fang made sure to be extra careful of the beach towels below. His eyes stuck to the ground before him like glue, glancing up every once in a while to make sure he was heading in the right direction. However, this somehow backfired on him too. Out of nowhere, a beach ball came flying from his side and knocked him off path slightly. The impact shocked him and the baton fell out of his mouth, spinning in the air with the beach ball. He stared off in the direction, his mouth still wide open almost in disbelief. Once he calmed down, he went off path to grab the baton.
Grumbling and complaining to himself, Fang got right back on track as the Soda Shack was coming into view. Could things get any worse for him? Wait, shit, he just jinxed himself. Almost as if he cursed himself, he walked carefully around all the towels and coolers packed near the Soda Shack. He was so close. Feeling as though he was safe, the Mightyena picked up his pace with the shack now in view. But as luck would have it, he stepped on something hard and wet. However, he didn't stop to see what it was until something clamped down on his tail.
Fang's eyes went wide as he yelped, the baton flying out of his mouth straight up into the air and coming back down, landing in the sand as Fang jumped around with a Krabby on his tail. The Water type seemed angry, the other claw was red and had sand all over it. Tears were forming in Fang's eyes as he whipped around, but the Krabby was not letting go. Growling in frustration and just done with the entire race already, he continued to spin around in a circle until he got enough momentum to chuck the Krabby across the beach. Growling to himself, he jumped to grab the baton once more and sped off towards the Soda Shack, seriously hoping there was a good treat waiting for him at the end of this stupid race.
The Mightyena sped across the beach and almost skidded to a stop near the shack to make sure that he didn't run into another umbrella. However, once he found a clear path through the obstacles, the Mightyena flew past the shack and only came to a slow when he neared the table. The token flew off and attached itself to the baton as Fang came to a slow. Right as it attached itself, he sped off again, leaving a wave of sand in his wake as he ducked, dodged and almost tumbled his way to the beachline. The towels on the ground failed to catch the Mightyena's feet again as he leaped over them, landing in the sand and almost tripping over his own four feet. He collected himself though and could see the faint beach line ahead. Fang didn't even bother to check on the other Pokemon, whether they were ahead, behind or right next to him. All he could see and focus on was the beach line and where his partner waited for him.
Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Oct 15, 2014 21:28:40 GMT -5
My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart
With Charizard in position and more or less just waiting for Ryusuke himself to get out of the way, the trainer would give the Fire type one last look over before Tasukai began to call the human halves of each team back over to her and a Gardevior and Abra, along with those two other Flying types that were evidently going to remain behind. As Ryusuke began to back away and move back over towards the host for the event, though, he finally felt relatively good about their chances for this round. Out of all the Pokemon present, Charizard seemed to have a perfect skill set. Sure, the other Pokemon were fast, but out of all those present there was only one there that Ryusuke knew could definitively outspeed the Fire type, and that one was limited in the fact that it lacked any limbs - hell, even Grovyle couldn't beat Charizard in terms of travel speed, that particular honor was reserved for the one Pokemon Ryusuke had fast enough to keep up with a Crobat. More than that, Charizard had one other distinct advantage as far as mobility was concerned... it wasn't going to give them as big a boost as it might have under freestyle conditions, but it was enough that any obstacles on the first leg of the race would likely be minor annoyances at best. All in all, odds seemed to be in their favor for this one.
"You know the rules, buddy! Just make it to the next part, don't worry about gaining the lead - just keep up with everyone else!" Ryusuke called out, mental assessment of the situation having effectively done away with most of the trainer's anxiety and a grin now on his face. Finally taking the last step backward to place himself with the other trainers, a flash of light would blind Ryusuke for a brief moment before finding himself at the finish line. Less concerned with the link that the Psychic Pokemon had set up or the television screen, Ryusuke instead took that moment to divert his attention elsewhere, taking the time to look around for a place to sit instead. It was a fair distance between Slateport and Dewford, and there wasn't much point in worrying. He'd been with at least three of the Pokemon running the race for a good three years at the least, and by this point he trusted them all implicitly - one of the things Ryusuke often took for granted about the battle style his family used.
Back at the starting line, Charizard would simply remain as he was while the other Pokemon finally moved to take their positions. While he had initially sized them up much as Ryusuke had on being released from his Pokeball, the human's advice made a lot of sense. The next Pokemon he was supposed to pass the baton he was holding off to was naturally far, far faster than he was, and probably much quicker than anything else in the race - hell, even he and Grovyle combined had barely been able to touch her when they'd first met. As long as he kept up with the other Pokemon here and now, she was probably going to gain a big enough lead for the others after her to finish things off. That didn't mean, however, he wasn't going to try. If anything his pride demanded it based off of what he'd seen of the other Pokemon - there was no reason he shouldn't be able to do it, and as the Sawk's arm rose upwards so would the Fire type's wings.
Letting out a breath, everything around the Pokemon would seem to simply vanish except for the Fighting type ahead of him, the world seeming to slow down as adrenaline already began to run through his body in anticipation - and with the fall of the Sawk's arms, Charizard would burst into motion. Wings beating down as the Fire type kicked off, the blast of air forced down would kick up loose sand and force it away from where he stood as the first few steps forward would be the last, his run turning into flight only a handful of seconds after the start of the race. Having spent virtually all of his time since evolving learning how to fly properly and tutored by the master taking up the next leg of the race, skimming only a foot or two above the sand wasn't much of a problem, and without being forced to fight the soft ground for good footholds the Pokemon made extremely good time, taking the most direct path - a straight line - towards his destination as he simply passed over the many scattered chairs, umbrellas and beach balls, ignoring them entirely.
Back at the finish line, Ryusuke would eventually give up looking for any sort of actual bench as he settled for a log a few meters behind the group, taking a seat with his only mental gripe being nothing to lean back against. With the race starting off it seemed like one or two of the other Pokemon had already run into problems - the Electivire wrestling with beach equipment, and the rather familiar Mightyena tripping on a beach towel of all things. Honestly, Ryusuke was surprised that he was the only one that had picked a Flying type for this part. Sure, they couldn't go above a certain altitude and that would keep them within range of things like the umbrellas scattered over the beach, but there was more to it than that. The sand, for one - for anyone who had ever tried to run in soft sand, they would know it was far slower and more difficult than a hard, flat surface. Even without the obstacles in mind, a Flying type had a definite advantage there, and Ryusuke actually had to wonder how the Electrode would handle that without simply spinning in place like a car stuck in the stuff. Arms coming up and hands clasping behind his head, the trainer would simply wait and watch as things unfolded - there was much to be said for planning things out in advance, and knowing the individual strengths of each Pokemon as well as their weaknesses.
Wind blowing past with every beat of his wings, Charizard would merely continue to blaze through the course and over the knee high obstacles, save for the occasional umbrella that got in his way. With his size and bulk, however, it wasn't really any trouble to simply ram his way through them, and after several minutes of continuing on as such much of the draconic Pokemon's path could be traced by a series of the objects that had been ripped clean out of the sand and tossed aside from his path. Considering how things were going so far, most of the tension had already begun to ebb and leave the Fire type's body along with much of the initial adrenaline rush, the mad dash forward having slowed slightly into something resembling a casual cruising speed more than anything else.
Sure, it might not have been Lilycove, but it was close enough that Charizard was allowing himself to begin to feel much more comfortable than he had starting out, the Pokemon's mind having begun to drift away from winning and closer to simply enjoying the short flight to his destination. A gust of wind from off shore buffeting the Pokemon's flank, Charizard would briefly dip and flap his wings a bit faster to correct for the sudden change in flight conditions, by this point running parallel to the shoreline. He knew the direction that his goal was in, but not how far off it was, and the next few minutes would pass in relative silence before the shack was made visible off to the edge of his vision. Banking slightly to correct his course again, another several powerful beats of his wings would see the Pokemon over most of the obstacles, along with a few more umbrellas knocked down and out of his path.
Reaching the shack and spotting the table next to it, Charizard would sharply turn and brake with his wings, ensuring that his effort to slow down and stop wouldn't blow the table or the token he needed over and off onto the beach. Touching down in the soft sand and rolling his shoulders to remove some of the stiffness from them, the Fire type would calmly make his way over to the table, spotting the token he needed and lowering his baton to it. A distinct clink sounding as the metal object attached itself to the baton, Charizard would huff in mild satisfaction before turning away and beginning to move off, wings beginning to move again as he lifted off once more and began to make his way towards the finish line for the first leg of the race.
Grin reappearing on Ryusuke's face again, the trainer had to admit to being pleased with how things were going so far. He wasn't entirely sure where Charizard was in relation to the other Pokemon since he admittedly hadn't been paying too much attention to them since the initial accidents, but thankfully the Fire type had managed to avoid similar blows to both of their pride. All that was left at this point was for him to make his way towards the end of the beach and to pass the baton off to the next team mate, although that did bring another thought to mind. Letting his arms fall as Ryusuke pushed himself up and off of the log, the trainer would make his way towards the other humans observing the race from the finish line before picking out Tasukai and moving towards her.
"Hey, sorry to ask, but do our Pokemon need to remain where they are once they finish their leg of the race? I've only got one that can't make it back on her own from where she currently is." Ryusuke asked, not sure whether or not the other trainer would notice the question given how focused everyone seemed to be on the race itself. More likely than not she'd assume that meant whether or not she could teleport them back once they were done, but Ryusuke knew his Pokemon well enough to know when they were enjoying themselves. It wasn't often that Charizard got to simply take his time doing anything, and ever since evolving he'd definitely started to take a shine to long flights when possible - considering how well he was doing so far, Ryusuke didn't see any harm in allowing the Pokemon to fly back to Dewford instead of being teleported to simply stand and wait. Given how the courses were made it was very likely he'd probably get back right after the Pokemon he was due to pass the baton off to did, and long before any of the others.
Shoreline having been in view since the moment he'd left the shack, Charizard's flight would once again pick up the speed it had started out with as he started to make the final push towards the next part of the race. While he'd initially thought that much of the reason he hadn't seen the other Pokemon was because he was that far ahead of them given the messes the Electivire and Mightyena had encountered at the start, the thought had occurred to him that it might've been the exact opposite. He'd admittedly not been going the fastest that he could have been after the initial run out of the starting line, fairly confident in his ability to navigate the beach environment with little to no difficulty - if there was anything he'd learned over the last three years, though, it was that overconfidence lost more battles than it ever won.
Ryusuke had only told him to keep up with the others, not necessarily to actually come out ahead of them, and more than anything he'd be annoyed at himself rather than the competition if he had failed even that much. What was that old story, the one about the Squirtle and the Lopunny? Different Pokemon, same deal, and as he continued to pour on as much speed as he possibly could, skimming low enough over the sand to pull up a plume behind him as the Fire type passed over the beach, Charizard merely hoped that he was able to make it to his next team mate soon enough to keep everyone after her still in the race.
While everyone finished assembling, the Golden Knight kneeled down to get into eye level with the Ball Pokemon - Voltex's confident grin was somewhat reassuring, but Voltex also was his second Pokemon, and so he knew him incredibly well. "Now, dearest friend, you are in fact the fastest species here," begun William, as he looked around, taking note of the other Pokemon in the race, "But that still leaves very little room for error. Employ your years of training, both as a Coordinating Pokemon and a Battling Pokemon, and use disadvantage to your advantage."
"Electrode, Elec!" Said the Electric-Type, rolling its eyes, but maintaining its grin. Will was such a worry-wart sometimes. He had told them all one hundred times over all the information that had been given to them - the general locations of the magnetic strips, the fact that they weren't allowed to use moves, the specific strategies discussed for every leg of the race... Though, in all honesty, Voltex preferred that he did over than he if he did not. Goodness knew that it would have probably used a move if it hadn't been drilled into him over and over. It was somewhat instinctive like that sometimes, which was somewhat expectable of the species.
"I believe in you, Voltex - show them what the Golden Ball of Doom can do!" Finished the Golden Knight, with a smile, as he moved away, called by the racemaster. The nickname was old, but it reminded them of good times - the Golden Ball of Doom was Voltex's title in the Coordinating scene, famous for normally finishing his presentations with grandiose explosions, gaining him points instead of losing him points. And, in a sense, it was the Coordinating mindset that William wanted his Pokemon to have today - they were in a race, and they had plenty of those in their years of Coordinating, so it would be most beneficial if they could pull on grace, quick thinking, and finesse, rather than force and attack.
He stood before the Psychic-Types and the other Trainers with a smile on his face, not betraying any thought. He truly felt as happy as he showed, not only because he felt trust in his Pokemon, but because he was almost reliving his old days. William was very much a nostalgic man, and he had no shame in it - he wouldn't mind at all living all his days doing the same thing, with the same friends, as long as he enjoyed it and his friends were happy.
The Ball Pokemon rolled itself to the opening line, looking at the "race track" with a surveyor's eye. The tubes, umbrellas, and chairs were poised to impede direct movement. That wouldn't be a problem - it was pretty good at dodging and darting around things like that, especially because of the way they moved. Most people assumed Electrodes always rolled around to where they wanted to go, but that was just for simple movements. When they wanted to go fast...
Well, they would see. The Electric-Type knew to only mind his own business. No point in trying to keep the pace with a specific racer. After all, they would be trying to outpace him, and not the other way around - even Mr. Fly-High-Almighty wouldn't be so hard to outspeed.
It had not been but yesterday since the Golden Knight had sailed across the very waters and marched across the very lands that the race covered. He was pretty sure of the road the Pokemon had to take - the question was if they would follow said path. Then again, something told him not to worry - his Pokemon wanted to win as much as he did, and playful as some of them might be, when they were put to it, they were very efficient and ready to work as necessary. Voltex wouldn't play around that much. Hopefully.
"Come now, show them our old razzle dazzle. Without moves.
When the Sawk brought his hand down, the Electrode was probably the first one out of the actual race line, baton in its mouth. Now, most people think Electrodes roll around, but such is folly. Instead, when they desire speed, they electrize the ground under them, essentially performing a mini-form of Magnet Rise, without actually using the move. As if on electric rails, the Ball Pokemon zoomed out, sparks flying off as it dashed forward, sliding on the ground as if it was ice. No matter how much the sand undulated, moved or curved, he slid right along it, preventing any issue that the soft sand might have brought to his movement - if anything, the compacted material allowed for an easier ride, the Ball Pokemon nearly a blur as it sped.
Coming to the obstacles, the Pokemon simply veered right, as if switching lanes in a race track - the obstacles were no match for the Ball Pokemon, who recalled upon ages of experience in the Coordinating field to nimbly dodge around the incoming umbrellas, chairs, and tubes. The Soda Shack was in sight - it was a place that Voltex knew well. Smirking, it jumped over an umbrella, but unpredictably, landed wrong, momentum too fast, and the umbrella opened on the ground, sending the light Pokemon into the air, where it flew, for a second, next to the Charizard, winking at its opponent before crashing down.
William couldn't help but to laugh a little - Voltex was as it always was, such was unavoidable. The Ball Pokemon was bound to play a joke here and there - hopefully, it wouldn't explode too early. The species was known for its explosive tendencies, so it wouldn't necessarily disqualify William, but still, it wouldn't be effective if the Pokemon exploded now.
"With the wind of friendship, Voltex! Godspeed!" Called out the Golden Knight, thoughts and voice united.
And as quickly as it went up, the Electric-Type went down, landing into the sand. It took a second to re-rail itself, but soon it was zooming off, once again towards the Soda Shack. Once there, it took less than a moment to find the magnetic strip - Electric-Types were good at finding such kinds of things. Placing the strip on the baton (with a bit of mouthwork due to a lack of limbs), the Ball Pokemon turned and sped off once again, zooming through and around the obstacles. Its attention was taken for a fraction of time, smirking and nearly snorting at the situations the other Pokemon had caught themselves in. It seemed that the only real opponent was the Charizard, who was cheating taking advantage of its flight to avoid most of the obstacles. Still, if it came to raw speed, Voltex would win - William had trained it for speed over all others, and speed was what it would give.
And then came the Krabby. The angry Water-Types saw the incoming Ball and, annoyed that they didn't get a swipe at the Charizard, formed a wall of pincers and bubbles against the Electric-Type. Voltex was somewhat annoyed - normally, it'd just Magnet Rise and fly above them, but this would take it concentration. The shoreline was in sight, and the Pokemon who would take the baton from it waved, ready to move onto the second leg. Voltex swerved and dashed around the pincers and claws, too quick for most of the attacks. It was right there, so close...
And then once claw pinched him right in the bum (if one could call it that).
The Golden Knight prided himself in knowing his Pokemon well - their ups and downs, their anger and their happiness, and everything in general. And when he saw the pincer snip on the Electric-Type, he knew what would happen. He prayed, just prayed, that it would work out for the better. William closed his eyes, and left it all to Wailord and Friendship.
The sound of it was deafening, as the mighty explosion threw up a bunch of sand into the air. Out of the cloud of sand went flying the Ball Pokemon, still smirking, but blackened all over, as if in a cartoon. The Electric-Type landed in the sand, before its ally Pokemon, nearly knocked out. It chuckled weakly, a puff of smoke coming out of its mouth as it did. It rolled forward, as if hobbled, as the second Pokemon simply took the baton and rolled its eyes. Voltex chuckled - the job was done, and it got a laugh out of it too. Somehow, both Trainer and Pokemon had know the Ball Pokemon would blow up in the race. They were just glad it had landed at the finish mark.
Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 29, 2014 14:15:26 GMT -5
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"YES OUR TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED! BE PREPARED!"
(Sorry this took so long. Charger caught fire, had to send out those mails, so on so forth. Anyway.)
With Honchkrow and Braviary still flying over the racing pokemon, the soon came to a halt on two rocks either side of the baton passing point, getting a good view of all the handovers, by now Yumi herself had stood by the side of the large screen everyone was watching from, a microphone in hand to help her out as she commented on the race.
"And here we have our first switchovers into the second segment of the race. First off, surviving a rough tumble through some of the earlier obstacles, it's the flaming dragon that could, Ryusuke's charizard! Quick to follow up, the pokemon that blew with a bang, William's Electrode! After a tangle with the krabby we have Amber's Mightyena, and finally, we have Izumi's electivire taking in the rear!"
1st Ryusuke 2nd William 3rd Amber 4th Izumi
The positions flashed on the screen for a second before the two flying camera birds took off once more to follow the action, letting Yumi take a moment to answer a question from one of the competitors, ryusuke.
"You're pokemon are free to do as they like once their segment is complete, so long as they do not interfere in the affairs of an uncompleted segment."
Segment 2
You better come prepared with a swimmer for that second round, or at the very least, something that can get that baton accross the ocean. Don't think you can just fly or swim your way through this place though. In the middle of the segment is a raft that will be carrying this round's token, however, it is also in the middle of gyarados territory, so have fun dealing with those beasts. Odds are if they see you flying all high and mighty, their gonna want a piece of you! Pick up your token, get outta there, and try your best to get that baton to the abandoned ship, where your third pokemon will be waiting.
The second leg of the race began with a bang, as one would say - Voltex, nearly fainted, but still smiling, passed the magnetic baton to Aquaria, William's Milotic. The Tender Pokemon rolled its eyes as it took the baton from the Ball Pokemon - always one for unnecessary explosions, Voltex was. Aquaria had no time for this - with a flick of her tail and a flourish of grace, she was off, swimming powerfully on the waves, dipping underwater as soon as the depth permitted it. Her strong muscles carried her forth as she slid through the stream, dipping into a rip current to allow herself to be pulled quicker into deeper waters. She was a scene of beauty, Aquaria was - the Milotic was both graceful and agile as it sped from the shores of Slateport, paying no mind to the other racers - she had a target, and she would get to it.
Such poise, such speed! Truly, Aquaria, you always manage to amaze me. Thought the Golden Knight as he watched his Milotic begin her leg of the race. He was proud of Voltex for his controlled explosion - knowing the Ball Pokemon, it was a small miracle that it didn't just explode at the beginning of the race. Still, he was quite happy about having Aquaria perform this second leg - he knew the nearby waters like the back of his hand, as all his Pokemon did, and thus they both knew that the area was home for angry Gyarados. He could have sent his own Gyarados, but truly, the better move was to send Aquaria, who was not only better equipped to slip around the angry Pokemon, but to calm them with her natural Milotic powers.
With a fervent heart and mind, he urged his Pokemon onward.
Aquaria had quite a posy following her at this point - much of the wildlife of the area was swimming alongside her, though often faltering and getting left behind with her unbroken speed and tempo. Attracted by her natural beauty, they swam alongside her, admiring her scales, the glinting of them in the shimmering water, her slender and strong form. While she maintained focus on the race, knowing that she was approaching closer and closer to her goal, a small part of her mind loved all the attention. It was to be expected, for she was a Milotic, known as one of the most beautiful Pokemon, but still - she was less vain than many other Pokemon that she knew.
However, as she swam, the amount of Pokemon around her became more and more scarce - not due to a lack of Pokemon, but because she knew exactly what territory she was entering. With no fear she kept going, fast and strong towards the place where the second magnetic strap would be. She felt the ire and anger that the area had - it was filled with rage. Gyarados were such violent creatures - often, she forgot that her own friend and partner in crime, William's own Gyarados, was even supposed to be violent. To her flanks, she could already feel the incoming Water-Types. With a flap of her fin, she rushed herself forward.
William had no doubt that the other racer's Pokemon were able, but he worried about them for a second - this was Gyarados territory, and even he couldn't sail through it without Ba'ul, Serpentide, Aquaria and Lazuli all working together to keep the angry Water-Types away. He knew Aquaria could manage herself due to experience, but the other Pokemon might need some help. He knew these Gyarados were apt at not letting anything fly over, swim across, or otherwise breathe. Good sportsmanship and friendship demanded that he help these people's Pokemon if they became endangered. They wouldn't, right?
She was already close, but every so often darting a Hyper Beam from the Gyarados that were chasing her. It was incredible how much they could fire without tiring. Still, she was simply better trained, faster and stronger, and with grace dodged every attack as she swam forward, the Gyarados behind her roaring and chasing with ire. She must have had at least three on her tail - others must be attracting the attention of the other Gyarados. She had it in sight- the buoy-like raft floated daintily in the middle of this death land. With poise and grace, she gave a small burst of speed as she reached the raft, dipping her mouth and thus the baton into the raft, obtaining the magnetic strip. However, this had given enough time for the Gyarados to finally start catching up to her - they came at her, furious, angry, ready to eat her and whatever else angry Gyarados do.
And so she turned.
With a surge of force, she looked at them, exerting the full force of her natural calming powers on the angry beasts. However, instead of being fully calmed, due to the sheer amount of rage within them, the Pokemon were stunned by the grace and beauty of the being that swam before them. Her scales seemed to glow with the sunlight and shape enunciate peace and glory.
Aquaria wasted no time in turning and swimming off, as quickly as she could - the Abandoned Ship was not too far off from where she was, and so she urged herself forth as the Gyarados slowly but surely recovered from their stunned forms. They gave chase once more, but at this point, it was a lost cause - Aquaria had far too much of a lead at this point on them. She flapped her fins with finesse, once again darting up and down, dodging the hyper beams the monsters fired. As she left their territory, she could feel them beginning to lose interest - how incredible it felt to not be chased anymore. She flew in the water as if she was some sort of ghost, her speed incredible as she approached the ship.
At the base of the ship, near the entrance, waited William's third Pokemon. The Pokemon snickered, looking at Aquaria's exhausted but beautiful form, still nodding in approval and thanking Aquaria for her hard work. The Tender Pokemon simply handed the baton, letting the 3rd member of the race go off before laying down near the entrance of the Abandoned Ship, too tired to move - the sun was nice. It would be a nice place to let her fins rest.
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William was still watching, somewhat amazed at the amount of beauty he watched. It was not often that he saw Aquaria use all of her beauty and calm, and thus he stood a little dumbfounded.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Dec 7, 2014 5:38:04 GMT -5
Izumi was outraged.
How in the seven hells did Fulmine, after being assaulted by all manner of rough and random beach equipment and managing to shake off a lot of the weird beach items, end up in last place?! She was much tempted to yammer and yell at the results that were shown, but instead settled for rolling her eyes and massaging her aching head. Somewhere over in Slateport, the Electivire picked up on a faint twinge of annoyance—thanks to the baton it was holding—and then hissed as well; how could she be in last place after literally flinging herself right off the starting marks?! But no matter, this time it was going to be a race across choppy waters—and as the Electivire pulled herself along the beach line, very narrowly missing the explosion that the round, large, PokeBall-ish ‘mon had accidentally done without further thinking upon reaching its goal.
She saw that the Empoleon was now waiting at the shore for her turn. “El. Electivire. ELECTIVIRE!!!” she grunted, almost shouted, as she took aim and let the somewhat crunched (but still whole) baton fly through the air after winding up for the pitch. Over at the shore, the Empoleon spotted the battered-looking baton whizzing her way, and with a sudden squawk of shock, took off at a running start and flung herself skywards, catching the baton right at the point where it had been roughly inserted into the Electivire’s mouth. Sure, it tasted of spit, but this little dent on the baton actually proved to be a blessing in disguise—Nixe could hang on to the thing without having her fins do all the work! As the Electivire did a “thumbs up” gesture at the Empoleon, the Emperor ‘mon nodded, before quickly making a break towards the water and diving in as fast as she could manage.
The salty soup was warm, it felt slimy, but to the Empoleon, it was home. Even if she was more suited to the frozen wastelands up in Sinnoh (that being the Piplup’s home region) and enduring the cold, she then begun to kick her feet; opening her eyes underwater and seeing that it was a bit cloudy, but workable. At the same time, Izumi then looked up at the screen in time to see that Nixe already had the baton, and was now swimming in a straight line—because there were “lane markers” or something similar set up for the next part of the race. Come on, girl. Come on! We still have a chance to climb out of last place! We can do this! We can! She thought, encouraging her pick on, not looking at the screen anymore and fully focusing on the Empoleon, who was now cutting her way through the water…
The Empoleon could feel something…strange coming from the metal stick it was now clenching in her beak, before realizing that she could hear her mistress’ voice coming from the thing! Was she hearing things? For a few moments, she came to a stop, treading water, and looking around—where was Izumi? She then realized that the voice was in her mind once again, and it was saying, “Get going, girl! Don’t stop and admire the reflection of the sun on the water!” and the Empoleon picked up that she sounded a bit harried, before quickly beating her fins and settling once more into the rhythmic swimming pace she’d already picked. It was slow going, because the heat was bearing overhead, and the waters were definitely getting choppier. But wasn’t that what penguins were best at, swimming through choppy, unpredictable seas? The Empoleon continued to swim on, coming to a stop when she saw a buoy—which was most likely set up as a marker, before quickly bearing right and swimming onwards.
So far it was a nice swim, but the moment the Empoleon heard the roar of something over the rougher waves, she knew that it wasn’t going to be easy after all! Once again, she heard her Trainer’s voice inside her head, “Be careful! I know you can swim fast, but there are Gyarados up ahead! There’s also a raft… get to that raft, get the thing you need, and hightail it out of there!” before it vanished; and then the water suddenly became all kinds of violent—was she entering the territory? As she looked up, treading water once more, she saw that there were several Ryuen look-alikes swimming around, gnashing their teeth and whipping their tails around. They were evidently not pleased about something, but what was that something? She then picked up the pace and began to swim forward once more, oscillating her fins so that she could swim a bit straighter. Her mouth was starting to go numb from holding the baton in her mouth for so long, but she had to put up with it, at least until she saw Yukiya and passed the baton to her!
One of the Gyarados (who was apparently acting as guard) then saw the incoming blur of water, squinted and saw an Empoleon’s head bobbing up from it, and quickly roared, before flicking its tail at the incoming intruder! A huge wave suddenly crested from the simple waving gesture—and the Empoleon knew that big waves were trouble, so she did what was next—she dived underwater, making sure to take a deep-enough breath in order to outlast the huge crest of water, whose current she could feel pulling her up overhead. She then dived down further, propelling herself with her fins, before coming to pass underneath a large shadow overhead. After making sure to pass the first large shadow, she then swam upwards towards the light—and came up for air; but she was now right in the middle of the “hornet’s nest” or so they said. There were several more Gyaradii who were just thrashing around, making all manner of waves and the water really uncomfortable—when they noticed that their idyllic little “paradise” was under attack by a smallish head (the Empoleon)!
“Girl! Don’t stay still in there, they’re coming to get you!” she heard her Trianer’s voice once more in her head; and the Empoleon sprang into action; as there were two Gyaradii headed her way, intent on taking a nice bug chunk out of the Emperor ‘mon! In retaliation, she then dove forward, cresting one of the waves before propelling herself to deeper waters. The two Gyardii then met in a titanic clash of Thrashing, making the underwater currents judder and shake—right where she was swimming, out of sight and out of mind. After passing the turbulent stretch, she then propelled herself once more to the surface—only to walk right into another Gyarados who was charging up something absolutely nasty—a Hyper Beam attack! Quick as her legs could manage, she then bet a hightail out of the place, and the Hyper Beam went over her head, quite literally—smacking another one of the giant sea serpents and causing it to howl out of rage. Keeping her head up as best as she could, another Gyarados was headed her way—and had retaliated with an Aqua Tail! She attempted to dodge; but it was too fast, too close, too sudden.
The Empoleon had gotten caught in the Aqua Tail and was sent backwards, very nearly losing the baton; but tightening her grip on it in the process before hitting the surface of the water again with a splash. The Gyaradii were absolutely violent, and the one that had fired off Hyper Beam was now coming in for another Thrashing rage when she realized that she was about to get sandwiched! Without thinking, she then flipped herself over and dove down as fast as she could (currents allowing) and up above, the two Gyaradii smacked into each other before quickly coiling off and taking the fight to another area; causing the other three who were now fighting to get embroiled in the nasty little scuffle. Once she had managed to swim away from the violent currents and continued straight on, she then resurfaced to see that the herd of Gyara were now in an “all-out war”; and allowed herself a chuckle, before quickly looking around—where was that darned boat anyways?!
“Look to your left, Nixe. You left!” she heard Izumi’s voice echoing in her ears, and as she did, she saw something made of wood sitting on the waves some distance away—and then made an immediate beeline for it, having thrown the Gyara guards into disarray behind her. She could still hear the sound of ripping, smashing and Thrashing echoing across the empty space; but the wooden thing was looming closer… closer… and with one mighty propelling motion, flung herself out of the water and landed smack in the boat, which then rocked violently as it absorbed the impact of the Emperor ‘mon landing on it! She then heard a “click” sound and saw that the baton had another one of those weird metal discs stuck on it; and now that she’d come for what she was looking for, lowered her weight slowly into the boat, before pushing off into a powerful jump and hitting the water beak-first! As the mighty splash rocked the boat (and definitely caused it to take on some more water) she then continued to swim forward—meeting almost no resistance except the heat of the sun.
However, she could feel this strange ache in her fins—after propelling herself forward with her fins for so long, was fatigue catching up to her? After almost running into another marker, she then heard Izumi’s voice once more, “Turn right! Go, go, go! Yukiya’s waiting for you!” and it disappeared. With the last of her strength, she then propelled herself forward once more, before finally seeing the huge ship looming above her—and an uncomfortable-looking Ghost-type waiting on the shore!
She then forced her body to keep going, and with one mighty shove, literally leaped out of the water, several meters from the shore, causing the baton to fly skywards! The Froslass, who was waiting on the shore, could only snicker and shake her head—and as the Empoleon came in for a crash-landing right on her belly, the Ice/Ghost type then grabbed the flying thing with her hands—even if she was a Ghost-type, her partial typing allowed her some semblance of “solidity”, and the baton was now safely contained in her hands!
Post by Yumi Tasukai on Dec 15, 2014 13:23:51 GMT -5
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"YES OUR TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED! BE PREPARED!"
"Well this is certainly a turn of events."
Yumi would watch with some minor surprise as she watched the last place pokemon of Izumi suddenly rocket into first place. She wasn't even sure at all where the pokemon of the metal arm kid and the dragon trainer from the tourney were, as her Honchkrow and Braviary had moved to focus on the two pokemon in front, filming them as they made the switch.
"Well coming to the third leg of our trip, we're all landing on the ship! Now be sure to keep a god eye on your pokemon gang, even I'm starting to forget where I put those dang tokens this time around."
This place is less dangerous than facing down a bunch of gyarados, but it will be much harder to navigate. While in any other race this would be a quick run along the deck, the twisting and turning halls of this ship do well in hiding this rounds token. Placed in the old abandoned kitchen of the ship, pokemon will have to do their best to find the token. Will you use a ghost pokemon, able to slip through the walls with ease? A tough pokemon that can ram through them? Maybe even a pokemon with a good sense of direction. All up to you. Once you grab the token, pass on the baton to the next pokemon waiting on the rocks near the ship.
