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Post by Godai on Aug 12, 2019 17:13:47 GMT -8
{Calista Volkov} SalanditCaught at Level 5
Nickname: Angel Gender: Female Type: Poison/Fire Ability: Corrosion Height: 2'0" Weight: 10.6lbs Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (123/136) EXP Gained: 116 Level: 22 Division: D8 Total Stats: 242
- Attack: 32
- Defense: 30
- Sp. Attack: 70 (29%)
- Sp. Defense: 43
- Speed: 67 (28%)
Vitamins Used: None
| Moveset: 1. Scratch 1. Poison Gas 5. Ember 8. Sweet Scent 13. Dragon Rage 16. Smog 21. Double Slap
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Gaja
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Post by Gaja on Aug 13, 2019 16:28:50 GMT -8
To say that it had been an educational experience being a trainer would be an understatement. It changed a person, in that it forced them to grow and adapt, it gave them partners and friends that they never knew they needed, other trainers were their brothers and sisters in arms and would jump in to offer assistance, no questions asked. To explain it properly required time and many a word, but suffice it to say that the aspiring Sex magician was quite happy he chose this path in life... were it not for the fact that his Gyarados kind of wanted to eat him... and everyone else.
It was an interesting position to be in, facing an opponent in this setting. Sensory input and the pressure were high, with the audience forming an additional element of pressure and drama. Usually battling a fellow trainer involved was less spectators, but with each second Yuri found this setup more and more appealing. He figured that the added pressure of having an audience could affect the pokemon as well, so he went with his most reliable pokemon for this battle.
Charmeleon made her debut with a ferocious roar, fighting back the cheers and noise with growls of her own. She was here to dominate and her intentions reached the crowd, with many a visitor taking notice of the little spit-fire. Appearing in a flash of light was standard at this point, and Yuri had grown used to the flashy appearance of his pokemon as it walked around a bit in anticipation of the battle.
What was odd though was the fact that his opponent seemed to be running late, which could have been a tactic to try and rattle the tall Shtear-born but if it was then it sure was a dicey one. Crossing his arms Yuri kept his gaze mostly on his pokemon, keeping up with how she was behaving, while occasionally looking at the official in charge of this battle, and awaiting further instructions.
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Post by spectre on Aug 14, 2019 14:14:44 GMT -8
The audience, previously a rumble of confused mutterings, erupted as a tall blonde tripped onto the battlefield. The helpful staff member patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, pointed at the man on the other end, and then at his Charmeleon, and said something that sounded like 'Good lumps', but it was almost certainly actually 'good luck'.
Calista blew a stray strand of hair from her mouth and scraped her fingers through her messy ponytail as she looked around at the eager battle-watchers. It must have been a thousand -- or more, maybe a million -- eyes on her right at that moment, and she could feel her heart in her throat already. She made apologetic eye contact with her opponent, and walked over to her designated standing spot.
Her hands actually shook when she pulled her pokeball out, which was kind of new, and in a flash of palpable energy her frenemy of a partner crackled into being in front of her.
Angel the Salandit sat on her haunches, front legs up, jet black claws grasping and snatching slowly in the direction of the Charmeleon. A low, bassy hissing noise vibrated from the poisonous lizard with every breath; the trembling twitching of her claws showed the audience exactly how badly she wanted to be released into the battle. She would likely be unable to control herself if it didn't start very soon.
Calista, never quite in sync with her naturally predatory pokemon, stood behind the swaying lizard and tried desperately to fix her horribly messy hair. Was she on camera? How many people were watching?
(Edit to add:)
She realised she was politely waiting for her opponent to make the first move, but nothing was happening just yet. Was someone going to say 'Go'? She cleared her throat. "Uh..." she said, trying and failing to match the volume of the crowd, but hopefully Angel would be able to hear her. "Angel!" Her voice picked up in volume and confidence as she tried to take in the battlefield. Two fire types. A lot of bright green plants. This could get smoky. "Let's get in close. Double Slap!"
As if released from a chain link leash, the Salandit exploded forward, eyes flashing, teeth chattering, claws clenched into sharp little fists. She was so ready to fight it almost made Calista want to look away. But she wouldn't; she would see this through.
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