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Post by Godai on Sept 1, 2019 15:29:39 GMT -8
{Martini Ravensdale} To be determined.
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Post by pandafox on Sept 2, 2019 10:08:41 GMT -8
The crowd. The noisome crowd chanted and cheered for both him and his opponent. That he could recognize his own name amidst the chanting and shouting was a strange experience at least. His mom had sent him a video on his holocaster showing him the clip where he had been mentioned by name in a review of the tournament thus far. He had a feeling she'd be putting that on one of those digital picture frames or something soon enough. It was nice that she was happy, it'd been a while since he'd done anything to make her smile. Even if it came at the cost of him being miserable.
It seemed his coping mechanism had made him popular with crowds. As he'd suspected they thought it was confident showboating. His phone had alerted him enough that the internet traffic was starting to mention his name again, and not so long after that last news story, the odds were higher that there were people in the stands who knew who he was before. Even if they knew who he had been nobody out there really knew who he was now. For them it was a surprising return to the limelight of someone they followed before. Possibly the return of a well adjusted person who finally felt like stepping forwards again.
They had no idea.
He gripped Sunder's horn in white knuckled terror again as they slid out of the tunnel and into the blinding stadium lights. Once again green grasses and sparkling water filled his view as he saw the stage set once more. Luther hadn't had time to learn much about his opponent, just a name. Still with his pulse pounding and terror fueled adrenaline coursing through his veins he rode in on Sunder and picked a pokéball he had learned to trust in.
"Lets go, Princess!" he called out as he threw the pokéball onto a patch of land and Sunder weaved his head in time to allow Luther to catch the rebounding sphere. Where the ball had collided with the ground a patch of light burst into shape and revealed the pink and savage form of his trusted Granbull.
Granbull snarled and shook its jowly cheeks wildly back and forth as a froth threatened to form between its huge tusks. The savage goblin snarled and waited for prey.
Luther stood and waited for his opponent.
The audience cheering grew quiet as they waited.
Everyone waited...
and waited...
and waited....
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