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Post by Godai on Aug 10, 2019 20:00:40 GMT -8
Crowds cheer as the lights come on on the night before the tournament starts. Across the field, Trainers guide their prized Pokemon to the field, to display themselves before the crowds who will watch them as they struggle. What thoughts go through your character's head? What Pokemon do they choose? All entrants into the tournament are encouraged to make a post here of their character walking with their partner into the limelight.
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Post by pandafox on Aug 12, 2019 18:43:21 GMT -8
Sung-Min waited in the tunnel for her name to be called. If she closed her eyes and listened to the enthusiastic clapping of thousands of people trying to encourage all those that would be preforming for their amusement she could almost pretend it was all for her. She could almost pretend she was heading for a ring where the fighting on display was hers. It was a life that she had wanted once, and still did sometimes, but one that would probably never be hers. Still, for just a second, once in a great while, it was fun to pretend. Maybe, just maybe, this would be just as good.
It hadn't been the attention she wanted anyways. It was the challenge. She had no delusions about coming in the champion when her journey had only just begun; but the fun, the reason, the challenge would be in seeing just how far she and her team could go. In the meantime, the pageantry and praise would be a nice benefit, if she let herself enjoy it just for tonight. She had every intention of doing so.
“AND OUR NEXT CONTESTANT, HAILING FROM UNION, SUNG! MIN! YOOOOOON!” The announcer called over the PA and the stadium applauded as much as they had for the contestant prior. Those applause increased in excitement and volume when she stepped out of the tunnel and into the view of the stands, walking out onto the field to take her stand.
Clad in black pants and a hot pink patterned dudou, under her open quilted purple coat Sung-Min's athletic frame might have encouraged some of the applause, even more so with her outlandish hairstyle. Having twisted her reddish-brown locks into two tight upward spiraling horn shapes on either side of her head, it was certainly a distinctive look that made a statement. However what was likely more the reason for the increased fervor in the audience amusement was the fact that despite her smaller size, she was carrying the nine foot form of a seviper around her shoulders like it were a living accessory.
Sung-Min stroked its head with one free hand while the other supported its coiled and bladed tail, she made sure to do a turnaround as she walked out onto the field as if this feat of strength were nothing and took a proud stand at her assigned place.
“They love you, gorgeous.” she whispered to the seviper that writhed only slightly as it was still held aloft by her.
Luther's hands shook terribly and he sucked down his third cigarette, listening to the thrum of the crowd in the distance chilled his blood as he tried to force the sound out of his mind but it was impossible. Cold sweat ran down his face and he reached a trembling hand towards the sink turning the faucet and dropping the butt of his cigarette into the sink before splashing water on his face. The shock of the cold wasn't helping any more. It just made him look even more like a man overwhelmed by panic. What had he been thinking!? He had to go out there, in front of people! He, a man who hated crowds, hated cities, who just wanted to be left alone, had made himself become a central attraction for a massive crowd at the heart of a city where all eyes would be on him as he paraded around for their amusement.
Once, in a time that felt much further past than it truly was, he would have loved this. It would have been a step towards the culmination of all his work and dreams. But he'd abandoned that life and that work a long time ago, when that life had been ended by a speeding car and a phone call.
Muffled through the walls of the stadium bathroom he could hear the distinctive sound of an announcer coming over a PA system that sent the crowd into an uproar. It sent Luther lunging for his lighter and cigarettes again but his trembling fingers couldn't operate the lighter.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Someone pounded on the bathroom door and sent a shock through Luther that caused him to drop both halves of his vice onto the gritty floor. Luther swore; but his complaints were drowned out by a commanding voice from the other side of the door.
“Contestant Twelve, wrap it up in there its time to head out!” the organizer demanded through the door before moving on to round up the rest of the challengers in the men's locker rooms.
Swearing and scrambling to get himself together Luther picked up his lighter and the incriminating pack and tried to pick up the dismantled smoke alarm as well before he crammed one of the objects into his pocket and some others into the trash. He would figure out which, later.
He washed his hands again and moved for the door finding himself unable to open the door. His body didn't want to let him. It didn't want to bring him out there, in front of all those eyes. He didn't want to go out there and pretend to be the person he once was, who could screw on a smile and try to ammuse a crowd. Even then he'd never entertained a crowd that big before.
“Its not about me.” he muttered aloud to himself, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle to the door. “Its about them.” He screwed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
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“AND OUR NEXT CONTESTANT, HAILING ALLLLLLLLL THE WAY FROM TIENSEE TOWN, LUUUUUUUUUUUTHER HARTMAAAAAAAANN!” The announcer's voice boomed out over the PA system and people cheered that kind of wild cheer an audience has when its filled more with anticipation than any real zeal for the subject of the applause. Perhaps more enthused at the prospect that things would be beginning, or the mention of their hometown than for any particular contestant. Though in a crowd this size, it was not impossible that there might have been a few who remembered that name from years ago and were genuninly excited or intrigued.
Their cries began to fade somewhat when no one emerged from the tunnel that lead out onto the field. The applause began to diminish and threatened to trend towards an awkward silence but before that could happen there was a rumbling sound of rock against concrete and something large dragging across the ground at speed.
The unmistakable form of an onix bolted out of the contestant's tunnel and clinging to its horn by only one hand was a tall man with near-white hair and a screwed on smile waving to the crowd. The audience exploded in wild applause for the spectacle, and the promise of things to come.
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Post by RunSpinAwa on Aug 13, 2019 4:21:40 GMT -8
Today was the big day for Cole. Sure, it's not his first Gym Battle, but this was the very first tournament he's participating as a full-time Pokemon trainer. And while there were several prizes at stake, he wasn't interested if he wins or loses. All he wanted was to challenge himself and his Pokemon and he wanted to know how much he was grown as a trainer. Right now, he was doing some stretches at the green room with his Frogadier, Senuki. As much he wanted to show off his new Honedge, his first partner stuck with him through thick and thin. So it wouldn't be a surprise that he chose Senuki to accompany him to the opening ceremony. "Colby Tsukiyuro?" An organizer called out to him as he entered into the green room. "You're about to call out your name. Please finish everything up in here and head out to the stadium."Cole silently nodded to him before he left, which he then turned towards his Bubble Frog Pokemon with a smile. "Are you ready, Senuki?"His Frogadier nodded as he stopped stretching before he and his trainer left the green room and headed off through the player tunnel. ---- "AND OUR NEXT CONTESTANT, HAILING FROM SANGPROCTOR CITY, COOOLBY! TSUKIYUROOOOOOO!!!"Cole quickly covered his ears as soon the announcer's voice boomed through the stadium's speakers. As much he was a bit enthusiastic when he announced his name, he couldn't get over how loud these tournaments were comparing to his school's small Pokemon battle tournaments. Still, he was appreciated at his 15-seconds of fame. Besides, he could see his parents at the bleachers who came along with him to Kroy so they could see him compete. As he stood with many contestants in the middle of the stadium, he then began to wonder how strong will they be in the battles to come. He could see how his Frogadier cautiously glared at the other Pokemon with the others. In any case, he will have to brace himself and prepare for what they will have in store for him in the tournament.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 7:34:32 GMT -8
An oppressive silence cloaked the room. It was, in a sense, a perverted sanctuary from the raucous crowds outside. I wasn't wearing anything impressive- black leggings, a red jacket, and brown boots that came up to my shin. I was woefully unprepared. This was a mistake. A reddish figure nuzzled my hand, the heat from his aura leaving an almost comforting burn. The Flareon must've sensed my discomfort. Wordlessly, I buried my head in his fur, wrapping my arms around his torso. I hated this. I hated myself. I should never have left Tiensee. Anxiety tightened its fist around my stomach, and my breaths came out ragged and haphazardly. There was nowhere else to go except forward. "Come on, Crash," I whispered to him. His ears twitched. "Let's raise some hell, yeah?" He let out a gentle bark, tail wagging as he did so. He probably didn't understand a word I just said- he was just happy to get attention. I stood up and walked to the door, each step ringing in my ears long after I stopped. My knuckles were clenched white above the doorknob. Inhale. Exhale. Creeeeeak.~~~~~~~~~~~~ My shoulders were held high and nearly uncomfortably as I made my way into the light. The noise was almost dizzying. I turned my head down to the dog beside me, took a deep breath and walked forward with a confidence manufactured for the moment. Crash, on the other hand... Was very energetic. He wagged his tail, bounding around me in dizzying circles. He barked repeatedly, growing excited exponentially with the crowd. The fire type wasn't a particularly imposing figure, but apparently he made for an interesting one- Flareon were supposed to be pretty rare, right? "Good boy, Crash," I spoke. He tilted his head, looking up. "Very good boy."
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Post by seenter on Aug 13, 2019 10:27:01 GMT -8
The sound of the crowd echoed into the room where the contestants waited. The trainer Chris looked around the room at many of the other contestants; his eyes lingering briefly on the Pokemon they chose to display. Beside him rested his partner and friend Samis; a Skiddo that has been with him for years. In fact she was his first ever Pokemon, though he had only recently started catching more. She just sat there quietly and seemed to ignore the commotion around her.
Chris however was more than a bit nervous. This would be his first actual battle against another trainer, and he hadn’t really had time to train his Pokemon. True some of his Pokemon were more skilled and had a variety of moves to choose from, but still it was different from fighting wild Pokemon. His hand drifted to his pocket where his other Pokemon rested, and he let out a sigh to calm his nerves. Samis stirred from her spot and looked up at her trainer. She nuzzled his hand, and Chris lay it on her head comfortingly. They would be ok, and the grass Pokemon settled down again to wait.
Finally the announcers call caused the trainers to get up off their seats and make their way to the field. With a growing apprehension Chris stood up and nudged Samis in the side. The Skiddo let out a yawn before standing up herself, and the two made their way out the door and into the light.
The crowds were huge, and the sound coming off them was nearly deafening. The arena itself was enormous with floodlights that cast unnatural light mixed with the rising sun on the contestants. Chris shaded his eyes for a moment to allow them to get used to the light, and used the time to scan the huge crowd that surrounded the contestants. Couldn’t find anyone he knew in the crowd, though he didn’t expect he would. He never told his parents he was participating, and he knew his father wouldn’t take time off for tournaments. Still he wished he knew someone.
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Post by Ty the Squirtle on Aug 13, 2019 19:16:29 GMT -8
"Are you ready?" asked Titus.
"Sqaaaa!" Imperator leaped in place.
"Good," nodded Titus. "We'll do our best. If we can't match their strength, we'll overpower them with our wit! You're my greatest, Imperator, and I'm glad that you're with me," spoke Titus. Imperator threw himself into a hug, and Titus couldn't help but giggle and hug back.
Inside the hallway, Titus and Imperator heard the crowd cheering on as if like heavy rain. The announcer proclaimed the names of each tournament as if heralding incoming gods. Even from within the men's locker room, the roar from the audience penetrated through the walls, shaking the coliseum. The fight has not begun, and yet the atmosphere grew jubilant just from the opening ceremony alone. The sound momentarily unnerved him. Everyone, from his family to his friends and Pokemon and the audience held high hopes for him. But after a quick nod to Imperator, the inconquerable duo smiled and the nervousness faded to nothing.
Everything was going to be alright. Titus and Imperator and his entire team trained to make sure they win against anyone. It didn't matter if the opponent was another scion or an exile from another country or some typical commoner trainer. Whatever the outcome, Titus and Imperator sought to conquer every one of them.
"Squaa?" Imperator raised a wordless question while happily warming up in the same place as a jogger. That was Imperator's signature sound of 'what's the plan'.
"Plan?" Titus curiously raised his eyebrow. "I haven't made one yet, but I'm going to observe my potential opponents. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out how they fight. If we do that, it'll be easy to beat them." Titus threw out a triumphant 'hmph'.
A knock thundered from the door. A woman's voice called out to him. "Titus Hastur? You're up!"
"Just a minute!" Titus hollered back. He tucked his hands into his long gloves and eyed his Water-type conqueror with confident burning eyes. "Let's do it? If we win, we'll be the best. If not, we'll make ourselves the best." He got up from the seat and patted Imperator's back, imploring his friend to follow him.
From the locker room to the hallway leading to the field itself, the sunlight grew until it overtook the other lights. When he stepped his foot into the hallway, the announcer bellowed through the speakers, "From Cascadia City, Titus Hastur!" and the crowd raised their hands and voices in joy at his arrival, although they have been doing that with every other contestant. Titus formally walked into the field like a chivalrous shining knight, making his way to the line of other competitors while Imperator feverishly waved his arms to the crowd. When he arrived, he took the time to face the audience and bow like a gracious noble at each of the cardinal directions. His parents taught him to politely introduce himself, no matter what the setting is.
Then, he joined the line with the other competitors and faced them. "I hope you have a great battle," greeted Titus to his potential opponents. But deep down his polite formalities, he was already plotting their downfall.
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Post by Persimmon on Aug 14, 2019 1:12:33 GMT -8
“Why?”
The accusation weighed stiff in the lukewarm air of the hotel room, the croaked utterance like a dull blade through the silence.
Martini Ravensdale, halfway out of a three hour sleep and fully cogent of how hungover she was, clawed at the blankets with lethargic spite. She could taste bile in the back of her mouth. Through half lidded eyes and with a mewling snarl, the young woman pulled the sheets above her head. It was too early for this. In fact, it was too early for anything. Her mind, still swimming in vodka, was only semi-conscious of everything that had happened the night before.
“Well, because you put your name down as a participant for the tournament.” Piper quietly responded, her silhouette barely visible through the heiress’ makeshift blanket fort. She was a beaming ray of sobriety and good decisions, probably the one that got Martini back to the suite earlier that morning.
Swearing into her pillow, Martini muffled a screech. “I did it as a joke...” She hoarsely whimpered, uncovering her lipstick stained mouth from the cotton womb.
“Yeah I don’t think irony is a thing when you sign something.” Piper mused with half a grin, gently cupping Martini’s chin with a slender hand. “So, have we learned our lesson? No drinking before public appearances?”
“I hate you.”
“I heard the opposite last night after you finished your third long island.” Piper sniffed, slowly peeling Martini’s protective cocoon away from her. “But that’s something to discuss another time. What you need to focus on is looking like someone who actually planned on slaying the competition.” The blonde noted tersely, finally tearing the last remnants of protection from the heiress and shoving a glass of water into her feeble hands.
“I don’t wanna go.” Martini pouted, leaning into Piper as the water was shakily poured down her throat.
“You’re adorable.” The primly dressed woman responded, brushing her companion’s hair from a sweaty brow. “But you really need a shower. You tossed your clothes everywhere last night so try and find something appropriate. I’ll grab you some bagels from downstairs.” Piper smiled, shaking the heiress off of her shoulder and helping the still drunk girl to her feet.
“I-I fucking hate this.” Martini groaned, wincing at the sunlight streaming into the room.
“I know you do, but just think about it like this. Your folks is here, this is a marketing opportunity for the family business? Get the tournament over and done with and when that’s all finished you can sleep all you want. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” Piper sighed, leading Martini to the bathroom.
“Easy...squeezy.” The young woman whispered before a stream of spew escaped her lips.
“MARTINI RAVENSDALE!!!!” A voice boomed into the air, followed by a cacophonous swarm of itchy clapping that jostled in the back of the heiress’ skull.
The young woman clenched her eyes shut and tilted her head, the ringing in her ears rising and falling with the crashing tide of ferocious noise.
“Um excuse me, Ms Ravensdale, you’re being called onto the podium.” A squirrely woman hurriedly whispered, waving a hand in front of the heiress’s face.
“Ah-right right...” Martini stammered hoarsely, blinking several times before leaning a hand atop the cool scales of the serpent by her side. She didn’t even know why she chose Naga to be the one to accompany her on to the stage, everything up until this point was still a blur.
“MARTINI RAVENSDALE!! HAILING FROM THE SUNNY AURMOUTH CITY!!” The Announcer cried out once more, as if to push the cringing young woman faster out of the tunnel.
Steadying the sunglasses on her face, the heiress shuffled out of the shadows into the riotous stadium with a painted smile and a wave that was more akin to a dead flap of her hands.
The Arbok next to her unfurled its patterned hood in a theatrical show of menace, a forked tongue lashing out into the air like some sort of slippery hellspawn. It was enough to take the attention away from the walking mess next to it.
There was nothing left in Martini’s guts to spew, all that was left was to get the day over as quickly as possible with as much flourish and cunning as her hungover state would allow.
“Easy peasy…” She muttered under breath before taking her place amongst the competition.
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Post by Nightmare on Aug 14, 2019 14:32:56 GMT -8
Salem had - in no quiet way - argued against being put on stage. He knew of course it was unavoidable on the battlefield, but walking with a Pokémon on stage? Without a doubt, when Arbor 'convinced' him to go, he was ready to commit murder. He cared little for showing off early or the screaming masses that beckoned him forward. That man would surely hear the blonde's complaints, even if a few teeth were lost in the process.
Spiteful, Salem made absolute sure to glare at everyone who came close to his person. Honestly, he could've done without this whole event. Though he couldn't deny the jitters or the mild excitement he felt - he wanted to show off. They were calling out names, Salem paid little attention to his competitors other than the Pokémon they displayed. He scoffed when they called him to walk and gestured for the hound beside him to move forward.
He doubted Sinne was any more amused than himself, but he could see the interest the dog Pokémon displayed as he looked at his fellow creatures. He didn't hide the bit of pride he felt like showing, even through his glare he was looking down on the hound with glee. "Let's get this over with, yeah?"
"Rooo!"
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Post by chaosonex on Aug 22, 2019 18:45:46 GMT -8
The attendant motioned for Josh to go out. He sighed, duster swaying with his steps as he released Steenee from her Pokeball. The grass type clung to his side as he started out onto the field. He took a breath, then stepped into the artificial day created by the stadium lights.
"Next, Joshua Warden, of Port Olhalo in Arkeido." The announcer's voice boomed. Josh didn't rush across the field, but he did have to fight a surge of relief once he'd passed it and walked into the tunnel.
The other Trainers offered a surprising variety, both in looks and Pokemon choices. Steenee seemed some sort of combination between shy and defensive as she stayed at his side.
The battles were going to be interesting, it seemed.
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