Heh, I think I'm gonna like this guy. Ryudo thought to himself as he followed Malik out of the stadium. Ryudo had certainly enjoyed the battle he had just endured with his new companion, but he couldn't help feeling underwhelmed by the strength he seemed to show. He knew that Dragonair was doomed from the start against a Steel type like Bronzong and was naturally nervous of keeping up the same standard in their future matches, but even so he had still expecting more from this seemingly highly experienced man he'd be paired up with. "So that's how you hold yourself in battle, huh? Not too bad, needs a little work though. Not that you'll need it; you can't deny that my Bronzong is strong enough to win the whole tournament single-handed." he said with a cheeky smirk as the pair exited the main complex and made their way out into the surrounding area, noticing a cloud of smoke appearing from a nearby tree. "Hey dude, did you see that?"
They made their way over to the burning tree before being stopped by Ryudo's Emolga who had been charged throughout the whole battle that'd just taken place. Emolga seemed to be sizing up some unknown Pokémon perched atop a large tree before running at full speed to try and catch it off guard as Ryudo shouted after her. "Wait Emolga, where are you going!? Come back here right now!" Emolga was already out of ear shot. It was obvious she'd seen a threat in that tree and she wasn't about to let it hurt her friends. Ryudo and the others hurried after Emolga as a Pidgeot shot out of the tree as a result of Emolga's impact, before Ryudo followed suit and collided into a man training what looked like a giant yellow overgrown spider; a Pokémon Ryudo had never even heard of before. That thing is a Pokémon, right?
"Hey, watch where you're going! I'm in a hurry here!"
Yuki looked out from the bow of the boat carrying her to the island on which the tournement was being held. The sea had been bumpy and that was not helped by the weather, which had been lousy from the get-go, although the sun had started to peek through the clouds and gave the whole ride a much better mood.
As the boat stopped at the dock bumping against the wooden planks, slightly rocking the ship, she picked up her slightly sodden bag and threw it on her back.
"Emolga, its time to go-", she called up into the air and before she had even answered
the small electric squirrel landed on her head looking down at her smiling.
As they both left the ship, she was passed a small booklet with rules embossed on the cover and room pass on a ribbon.
She sat on a grassy nook looking out onto the docks, with her partner Shiny Emolga by her side. she looked down at the small but thick book.
"They expect me to read this?", as she skimmed her fingers over the pages of the book stopping at various points, barely taking in any of the infomation.
"I guess..I could read it la-later" She said through, long drawn-out yawns, laying her head down on the grass. The now bright sun shone on her making her feel drowsy.
It must have been at least a hour later as the sun was now covered by clouds, she woke up with a jolt not realising she drifted to sleep,
As she wiped her eyes and stretched she looked up, seeing a person right in front of her.
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The boy sat up with the reflexive action of rubbing one sleepy eye. Well, it hadn't helped calm his nerves but it sure had made him feel better. Moving his hair back over the socket, he climbed out of bed. It was cloudy now, he saw, and his roommate still wasn't here. "Maybe she's lost?" he murmured, placing a pondering finger over his mouth.
It could be a male, Deena commented softly and he shook his head. No it was definitely a girl. Some part of him knew that better than anything else. Rion fidgeted a moment before nodding shyly. He would have to go look for her. If it stormed while she was lost, she could get sick and not be a part of the tournament. He wouldn't be able to compete either. He had to at least participate. He...had to. For his family's sake... for his too... Carefully marking his House on the map, he left the room, Deena padding after him.
Outside was slightly chilly from the covered sun but it wasn't bad. Nothing could ever be that bad. Regardless, his fingers ached in reminisce. Rion looked around anxiously, wandering close to the port he had gotten off of. There he saw someone at last. Were they asleep? Could it be... maybe. There was an Emolga next to her too... Well whoever it was... she was asleep.
Should he wake her? No she might hit him by accident. Should he wait for her to wake up? Um... wasn't there some... social manner against that? He didn't remember and any option flew out of Rion's head when she stirred awake. Without thought, he leaped back, nervous and holding up his hands.
"Um... I... I... you were, you were um..." He couldn't think of what to say. "Hi..." he finished lamely, looking away from Hayley as quickly as he dared.
Fangs training was becoming repetitive, but the attack was gradually getting better, with more and more of the tree vaporising from force. Soon enough the tree was smoking from its beating, and Fang was very pleased with himself.
Yelling in the distance caught Alex's attention, but before he could work out what they were saying a spunky Emolga sprung out of the grass, running past him before launching itself in to the tree which Squirt was perched on.
The bird pokémon let out a surprised whelp as the little ball of squirrel collided with it, a spot-on tackle attack even through the tree's foliage. Luckily, the Pidgeot manage to regain flight before hitting the ground, soaring up in to the sky to try and work out what had just happened.
"Cawwww!!" Screeched the distraught Squirt, spotting the Emolga in the tree tops, flapping her wings the bird started forming a dramatic blue twister in front of her.
Alex, barely able to keep up with the speedy pokémon, yelled up, "Wait, Squirt - Stop!" Ordering the bird down to his side and away from the hyperactive Unovian pokémon.
"Hey, watch where you're going! I'm in a hurry here!" Called a voice from behind Alex, right behind Alex. With an unsettling 'oomph' he was pushed to the floor, narrowly missing the confused Fang. A black haired boy, perhaps a little shorter than himself, stood over Alex.
"What the hell?!" Alex screamed at the boy, getting to his feet - his Medicham quickly appearing in front of him, arms poised defensively.
№ 656 - Delphox
-- The Fox Pokémon
-- 86.0 lbs
Taken aback a little by the person standing in front of her, she blushed slightly, standing
up, wiping the grass from her dress and looked up right into the eyes of the person right in front of her. "Hi, my name is Yuki Aurora, or just Yuki if you so prefer," she said smiling politely as she took a firm look up past the boy infront of her up to the stormy sky and then back down to the grass, seeing her dear partner breathing quietly in and out.
"Oh.." She said quickly adding to her last sentance.
"This is my partner, her name is Emolga," she said smiling down again at the small flying squirrel pokemon at her feet still snoozing away, quietly. "These are my other Pokemon", she said reaching down to her pocket and pulling out two Pokeballs, throwing them into
the air with a flourish. The Pokeballs opened with a white flash releasing two Pokemon.
"Electivire!", the first pokemon said. It was an humanoid creature covered in yellow fur with black stripes with a tough frown on its face and it had two black tails with red tips came out of it back. The second pokemon was quite different, it was rather small and had a body shaped like an lightning rods, with a blue aura of plasma around it. "Rot-Rotom, Rotom"
For a few minutes there was a brief awkward break in the conversation as she and the Pokemon just looked at eachother and then she had a flush of thought and said "Oh you, wouldn't happen to be Leon?".
She looked down at the book she was given, "Leon Mazer", unknowingly saying it wrong.
but still otherwise giving him another smile excitedly.
Sheesh, it's as though everyone but Rolly had one of these fancy schmancy starter Pokémon these days. But then, everybody likely carried around more Pokémon then him. Cause and effect, nothing to do about it.
No, wait, that didn't make much sense together at all.
Luckily for all three of them, Rolly had just enough self-preservation instinct to desist in trying to manhandle fire any further. Actually, that was a lie. He just couldn't get to the Charizard with Mina in the way. But it looked like he did, which must have been suitably impressive. "So whadda ya think about our chances for winning? I dunno, our combined team seems... Lacking."
The boy meandered himself over to the couch and flopped back, purposefully squashing Waltz much to the Luxray's protests. "When you think about it, I've got Swing. He's a fire type. I've got Waltz, he's an electric type. Polka is water... You've got your Charizard-" Rolly very slowly repeated the name, just to make sure he had it right. "Which looks like a firey beast as well. Good thing he's got a pair of wings~ And Dragon types! That'll be a huge advantage! And then you have your Tyranitar-" Again, slowly repeated to avoid a silly slip. "And he's pretty craggy lookin'. Rock, right? Steel? Ground? And then your Milotic, which is also Water." Rolly dismissed his own musings with a needless wave, and lay his head back into Waltz's fur as he thought with his speech.
"If we face up to any Rock or Ground types... Sure, we have Polka and... Milotic-" Names were not his strong suit. Had she even told him their names? Probably. He couldn't remember. "But that's still four of our group down. I don't want to put too much stock into all this typing nonsense, but that's still a serious problem right there. And most Rock'n'Ground types are very physically biased, which means Polka might be stuck with some troubles..."
Sure, Polka was capable of exploiting their weaknesses very thoroughly. But she was especially fragile, even in comparison to the rest of his team, and she was physically based. If she couldn't crack through the enemies defenses... His whole team was gonna get walloped.
The concern on Rolly's face was apparent. An unfocused gaze, excessive lip nibbling, a large frown... He might have said otherwise, but he did put a lot of stock into that 'type' nonsense. He'd spent several hours of study in preparation for his hometown tournaments to memorize type advantages and weaknesses.
"So whadda ya think about our chances for winning? I dunno, our combined team seems... Lacking," Rolly said as he flopped down on the couch, right on top of Waltz, the Luxray sounding its protests as Mina winced. "When you think about it, I've got Swing. He's a fire type. I've got Waltz, he's an electric type. Polka is water... You've got your Charizard- Which looks like a firey beast as well. Good thing he's got a pair of wings~ And Dragon types! That'll be a huge advantage! And then you have your Tyranitar- And he's pretty craggy lookin'. Rock, right? Steel? Ground? And then your Milotic, which is also Water. If we face up to any Rock or Ground types... Sure, we have Polka and... Milotic- But that's still four of our group down. I don't want to put too much stock into all this typing nonsense, but that's still a serious problem right there. And most Rock'n'Ground types are very physically biased, which means Polka might be stuck with some troubles..."
Mina waited patiently for him to finish speaking, piping up once she was sure he was done. "Actually, Charizard are fire and flying types, though Fire does know Dragon Pulse." She suppressed a sigh. This guy didn't seem to know much about foreign Pokemon. "At least for Tyranitar you got the rock part right, but they're also dark-types." A wicked smiled spread across her face. "There's no need to worry about Aquarta. She may be shy, but she's also strong. Even electric-types have trouble against her, and if her enemy is a male she's at an immediate advantage."
Mina stopped for a moment to think, then an idea came to mind. "Why don't we have a practice battle so we can each see how the other battles? I believe they have a place for that..." She trailed off as she pulled out the booklet and flipped through it. After a few moments, she found what she had been looking for. "Yep, it says here there's a practice arena in the basement of the main complex." She looked up at him expectantly. "So? Wanna have a quick bout?"
What the hell is... Malik thought. He could'nt even find the right words to question what was going on.
Ryudo and Malik walked out of the Training Arena, Malik almost forgetting about the battle completely. He looked out into the distance, not being able to fully understand what was going on, and say Ryudo yelling at some wayward Trainer.
It looked like they were training by the looks of the tree they'd destroyed. Malik himself nearly missed where Ryudo had bumped into the other Trainer, which apparently had occurred whilst Malik was trying to access the situation.
"Hey, watch where you're going! I'm in a hurry here!" They yelled as they arose.
Hurry for WHAT? ... Malik thought as he scratched his head. I'm so confused right now...
"Right! I need to win this tournament, so I'll be counting on you too!" The blue haired girl exclaimed, without stuttering, to her partner. Winning was apparently something she was going to take very seriously, and she certainly had her reasons, though the sudden outburst made her Blaziken jump a little. She quickly became aware of her exclamation, though, and her face lit up a bright red. "S-sorry..." She fumbled with her dress as she apologized, not sure if she'd startled Amaterasu. "So what now, Amertas-" She lit up again, realizing she was having phonetic problems saying her name. "I-is it okay if I call you Ami? Or some other nickname?"
With a sigh, she returned her Blaziken and dropped another Pokeball, a purple Mismagius popping out and floating around its master. She always let out her ghost type when she was being extra nervous, since Mismagius and herself had been together since childhood. The ghost looked around suspiciously, eying the Ninetails with caution. Was it an enemy? Surely Eria would tell her so!
Location: Either on the clock tower with friends or the beach
“So you are a guy, I was right,” sighed the reddish-haired girl, her Infernape growling in the background. "That wasn't a nice introduction though... I'm Jess long."
Is she one of those girls, Kirkland thought upon hearing her last statement. He had merely said 'hello there', what's wrong with that. Nonetheless, he sighed and introduced himself. "My name is Kirkland Lawrence," he said before pointing to his Espeon and Lucario. "These two are Harmony and Hope and my third Pokemon is a bit too big as well." With that said, he looked towards his Pokemon, who's expressions showed everything.
On one side, Harmony was timidly hiding behind Kirkland, obviously scared of the ferocious looking Blade. On the other hand however, Hope continued to stare at his partner's Pokemon. She was prepared for a fight. "Calm down," he told her. "There's no need to start anything.
"Moving on, it looks like you and I will be a team Jess. I have a question though. Will you be prepared to win?"
Her firm look scared him instantly, almost like a challenge. He looked away quickly, not wanting that, not now, especially since... his own stare was pretty damn frightening. "Oh... hi..." The words came out slow, half-spoken. Rion hadn't wanted to say them, hadn't really wanted to say, well, anything really. He wasn't good at this at all. On his belt, Alan's Pokeball shook softly.
Suddenly she was releasing her Pokemon, all of which were Electric-types. Rion almost backpedaled but Deena's quiet paw behind one foot made his move slow and freeze. Helpless, he moved his arms to dangle uselessly at his sides. So... this was Yuki... an Electric trainer... oh. Oh gosh. He was in a room... with a girl. He had sisters... so he knew how one-sided this would be. It was probably best if he just kept out of the way... like he always kept out of the way.
She mispronounced his name. Well... it wasn't the first time. His parents were weird. "Ah... actually... it... it's Rion." His voice was almost inaudible, due to his avid fascination with his feet and the ground beneath them. Deena made a soft noise similar to a sigh from next to him. Small steps Deena. Small steps.
The Absol had to give her little friend some credit though. She was surprised he had made it all the way here.
As the poor boy fell to the ground from the impact of Ryudo's collision, his hand swept across Ryudo's for what seemed like a life time. As Ryudo gazed down into the boy's deep blue eyes, he became speechless and couldn't even muster the courage to move as the boy stood up in front of him. Woah... Ryudo watched as the boy's bright red hair danced in the sunlight shining brightly, radiating his perfectly sculpted face and exceedingly cute smile. "I, uh... umm... S-Sorry..." Ryudo just knelt and stared until he was finally brought back to Earth by Emolga's loud cry.
"Ack, my name's Ryudo, nice to meet you!" Ryudo shouted at the boy as he ran after Emolga. The two Pokémon seemed to be in the middle of a fight, tackling each other with terrifying speeds. "Emolga, stop that now! You'll get us disqualified! What happened here anyway?" Although Emolga took no notice of Ryudo's plea and continued to charge at the retaliating bird Pokémon; they must've already kindled a fierce rivalry judging by the excited expression on the Pokémon's faces. "That's it. Emolga, return!"
As Ryudo called Emolga back into her Pokéball, he noticed the red haired boy's Medicham sniggering at what had just happened. Embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of Emolga's behavior, Ryudo turned to Malik and beckoned that it was time for them to leave back to the dorms, but he couldn't help wondering about that red haired boy and what he was doing here. Had he seen him before? Perhaps back in Sinnoh? Hopefully I didn't look too stupid back there... Thanks a lot Emolga.
"I, uh... umm... S-Sorry..." The boy stuttered, seeming to change in demeanour. His Emolga cried loudly as Squirt, once again, launched a twister in its direction. The other trainer looked up, following the cry, and quickly ran off again.
"Ack, my name's Ryudo, nice to meet you!" He shouted back. The flying pokémon clashed around the training tree, "Emolga, stop that now!" Ordered the boy, You'll get us disqualified! What happened here anyway?" Alex laughed to himself, watching Ryudo try to reason with his energetic electric pokémon. Medicham chuckled as well, amused by the trainer's lack of authority. Ryudo? Alex was sure that name rung a bell, but he just couldn't put his finger on where. Although since they were both trainers it wouldn't be unusual to bump in to the same crowd.
"That's it. Emolga, return!"
That's one-nil to you Squirt, thought Alex with a little smirk. His Pidgeot was a very competitive bird, when she wasn't racing against Fang or battling with Medicham she was always on the look out for a new rivalry. Ryudo looked back, after finally securing his Emolga, with an odd expression - was that a blush? Well I'd be embarrassed if that was my Emolga. Backing away from Squirt, Ryudo turned away and headed back - to another trainer who must have followed.
"What was that about," Alex murmured to his bemused Medicham. The fighting pokémon just shrugged in response, regaining its spot on the grass and lying back down. "Now's not the time for rest, jeez," he said as Medicham closed its eyes - really not caring what Alex had to say. Maybe me and Ryudo have more in common than I though.
"Fang! Squirt! Return guys, lets go find something to eat," the two pokémon cheered, happily returning to their pokéballs instead of training for the rest of the day. "You too, lazy guts," Alex added, returning Medicham to the confines of his ball.
Heading back to the Creation Dorm, he remembered leaving some snacks lying around - squashed from being in his bag for the long journey. It wasn't luxury but it would have to do for now.
№ 656 - Delphox
-- The Fox Pokémon
-- 86.0 lbs
Her firm look faded into a kind smile as she looked up to Rion's face as he looked away. Tilting her head confusedly at his nervous disposition, worried she had said something wrong to him and upset him.
"I...I..", she said slowly, picking her words carefully. "I guess we are partners and...", she stopped with a jolt catching a full look at his face and now it was her turn to turn away embarrased hiding her slight blush.
Emolga flew up to her shoulder, she held on to her and looked at her confused with Yuki's unusual behavior. The Rotom at her feet, smiled and laughed, as its plasma body faded in and out of existance. Her 3rd Pokemon, Electivire was standing at the tree with its eyes closed concentrating hard, ignoring everyone around it.
Without warning the Rotom popped with a fizz of electricity and then reappeared shortly after right in front of the Rion's Absol. It's sharply chose this time, pop out of existence again and then reappear in right in Rion's face with a giggle in an attempt to startle both Trainer and Pokemon .
Rion saw her turn away with pink cheeks out of the corner of his eye and paled. She saw. She saw it. "I... I can..." Oh dear Arceus what was he supposed to do? He had just gone and traumatized a girl with a gaping jagged hole in his face. Oh god, oh dear sweet Arceus... calm down. Think of the steps. Step One: Don't jump to conclusions.
...Okay that was a fail. Step Two: take deep breaths and slowly compose yourself. Rion closed his eye and slowly began to inhale and exhale, calm his racing heart and let his trembling body look like something not caught in a massage chair on high. For those few moments, he hesitantly looked for what to say...
Only for his train of thought to be abruptly derail due to Rotom in his face, the Electric Ghost giggling like somebody's Zorua laugh track. Unfortunately, Rion had been in a very precarious state of calm... and now that was completely shattered. To his credit, the one-eyed boy didn't scream. He didn't move, frozen with terror and surprise.
Instead he began to cry.
Deena sighed gently as her human's one ice-blue seeing device scrunched up to release salt water as the boy's composure faded into dismal memories. She gently began to butt her head against Rion's collarbone, her trainer now shifting backward as if to turn and flee like a frightened Poochyena. Of course, he proceeded to do so, completely humiliated by his own failure at handling the situation and the Rotom's prank having sent his adrenaline skyrocketing. Deena the Absol gave Yuki a curious look before padding after him. Someone had to make sure he didn't go run off a cliff.
As the duo walked over to a grassy hill and sat down, Malik had an expression on his face that clearly showed his minimal grasp on what had just happened. This was the quietest he'd ever seen Ryudo, but he wasn't going to say anything about it now. Ryudo was obviously too deep in his own thoughts to want to talk about the recent events; at least that's what he assumed.
"Y'know Malik, we've been friends for a while now right? So I can talk to you about this kind of stuff, yeah?" What kind of stuff? We've only known each other for one afternoon Ryudo! "It's just that guy - the one we just met - I don't know... Well, what did you think of him? I mean, he seemed nice. Really nice. Right? He wasn't angry or anything about me crashing in to him. That's a good sign, right? Well, actually he did have an angry expression on his face but... I'm sure he was just tired from the training? Or maybe he'd had a hard day? What do you think Malik? But then again... Oh why am I focussing so much on this? Come on Malik, what do you think? No wait, I've got it, I was sure I knew him from somewhere! He challenged Candice one time with only a Pidgey back in my home town of Snowpoint! I remember watching that battle like it was yesterday. So that Pidgey must be the Pidgeot we just saw eh? Well, I hope it has grown a lot since that battle or it'll be no match for our Pokémon. Even your Dragonair could handle it without breaking a sweat. Oh but maybe we should get to know him more? Or at least I should find him and apologize for what happened..." Ryudo paused for breath without noticing the look of bewilderment growing on Malik's face. "No wait, that's a stupid idea Malik! There's no way he wants to see me after what happened, that's just ridiculous! Oh but maybe he recognised me too? I'd sure like to get to know him better anyway, he seemed wonderful. And pretty cute, right Malik? Malik?"
"Uhm..." Replied the puzzled man. Does this kid ever stop talking...?
"Ha, I knew you agreed with me! So that's it, I'll go find him and tell him I'm sorry! Oh but... No. Never mind. This whole idea was stupid. Oh well, thanks for listening Malik. It's great having a friend like you around. So what did you think of his Pokémon anyway, think we'll have a tough time facing them in battle when this thing starts? I wonder why he was all alone..." And with that, Ryudo laid his head back against the grass whilst stretching out his arms and looking up into the sky day dreaming. It was always like Ryudo to over think things, and today was going to be no exception. I wonder what he's doing now...
"N...no...don't leave" She said but she was just too late as he had already bolted away in floods of tears. "I just..." As he left the Absol which belonged to Rion, took a hard look at Yuki before following him.
It seems like that sentance that she was unable to finish. With a red face and anger brimming across her previoulsy blushed cheeks, she then turned to her Rotom.
"ROTOM!...DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE," she said fustratedly, recalling it before she did something she might then regret.
She once again, sat under the grass as the sun turned to darkened cloud, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on it. "I..I'm sorry..I...just wanted to..say..." she whispered to herself.
Upon seeing all this the caring, persevering Emolga decided she had to do something now and with those thoughts she jumped off Yuki's shoulder and flew away in the direction Rion went.
"Emol-Emolgaaa" As she saw the shadow of a boy and an Absol running, as she went into a nosedive, flying between the branches of trees. "Emolga!"
she called out to the Absol as she needed to deliver an message.
Rion heard none of this, blood pounding in his ears as he ran unknowingly for the direction of the dorm. His mind likely recognized the boy's desire to go curl under the blue covers for the rest of his life. At some point, he tripped and had to pull himself to his feet, knees stinging in unison with his eyes. The Emolga's cry did manage to be heard however, but it spurred his charge, reaching the dorm with a quiet whimper.
He hurried inside but Deena paused, watching the Emolga dive toward them. She reached out and firmly paused the Pokemon's flight with a paw. "You'll do no good, rushing in like that," the Pokemon said warmly. "Rion's too overwhelmed at the moment. He wouldn't listen to anything I said to him now." She felt sympathy for the young girl, really she did. But trying to get Rion to understand that sort of thing asked for this. He still wasn't even sure what friends were.
"Go on and bring that girl here," she commanded the Emolga, putting her paw down. "Maybe I'll be able to calm my silly charge then." Without waiting for an answer, she went inside, Rion having left the dorm room door open in his haste to get to a "safer" place.
Sure enough, the boy was under the covers, shaking as he tried (and failed) to calm himself down. Deena sighed and climbed to lay next to the blanket worm, shutting the door behind her. "It's things like this that make you look very hopeless."
Emolga flew back over the trees, soaring back down to where Yuki was still sitting with her knees pressed right up to her face.
"Emol-Emolga Emolga Emolga Emol!" The Emolga said as it came down to land on the top of Yuki's knees. "Emolga, Emolga" She said, putting her arms up in the air, waving them to the left pointing towards the way, Rion off too. She then, using her tail to make a
as the sickle shaped growth on an Absol's head and then again pointed to the left.
Yuki looked up at Emolga, rather confused. "What do you mean?".
Emolga sighed and pulled her up and tried to pushed her that way. "Okay...fine, I'll go"
as she stood up brushing a tear from her eye and wiped the grass off her dress.
She turned around looking at her other Pokemon, as Electivire opened one eye and nodded to her as she recalled him too and put Emolga back on her shoulder.
She followed the path towards the dorm room and knocked on the door marked with there names. Yuki tried to say something to get the attention of the person inside but was unable to say anything.
Rion's crying had faded slowly into sniffling. However, he hadn't quite pulled up the strength to peek his head out from the covers. Instead he had let out his other two Pokemon. Alan was perched on a chair, preening calmly. Dante was in a corner, comfortably curled up in sleep. Deena had been growling softly the entire time in the human boy's ear, red eyes closed as if feigning sleep. Dante sniffed the air softly and let out a quiet, mewling bark.
When the knocking hit the door, Rion was still startled, burrowing himself deeper into the fabric despite how warm it was. Very little could be unbearably hot to this boy, so he simply engulfed himself in the embrace of the covers. Well, almost.
"Do you want to let them in Rion?" Deena asked softly. Rion was still for a moment, rather confused by the question. This was her room too, shouldn't she have a key? It didn't occur to him that she could simply be being polite. Too confused and distraught to make heads or tails of any of this, he nodded shyly. Deena gave Alan a quiet nod. Alan flew over to the door and carefully twisted the handle to pop the door open. Leaving it ajar, the Pokemon flew back to his perch, watching the other two warily.
For a few seconds, she stood outside the room, just considering her options in the inevitable conversation and how easily he was upset earlier and how shy he had acted.
Sighing to herself, Yuki lightly pushed against the wood of the door, until it gently opened with a creek and she walked in to the room. In the room, she saw two single beds, two wardrobes and a small cupboard.
As she looked across the room she noticed the worm like shape under the bed-covers and then she noticed his three Pokemon; a Ninetales, a Rufflet sitting on wooden perch and the Absol, she had met previously.
She placed her bag onto the other bed calmly, thinking of the right words to say, not wanting a repeat of before. “W-well, Rion..” She said slowly pausing at the end.
“I’m very sorry about my Rotom’s behaviour; I promise it won’t happen again”, bowing slightly to show her apology, she looked across at the shape under the bed sheets and then up to the Pokemon surrounding her and watching her warily.
“Maybe…it would be better if I just left him or maybe I should try to befriend him more” She thought to herself, unsure what else to say in this almost awkward situation. She thought about placing a hand on him for reassurance but then thought this might be misconstrued and frighten him even more.
Arrival- Thayla Island
Alex Tinajero paces back and forth across the ship as it heads for the Thayla Island docks, and Alex only has this one thing on his mind right now: Are we there YET?
When the ship docks, Alex looks around and admires the giant red stadium that overlooks this half of the island, and the waves crashing onto the beach as he gets off the boat, however the weather could be better, it’s very hot, despite the fact that he never takes off his sweater even in the summer heat. Alex also notices that the Admission building is about one hundred yards away. Exhausted by the five hour boat ride from Sunnyshore City, he decides to walk there. As Alex walks towards his destination, several pedestrians stare at Alex, just because they haven’t seen someone as big as him in a very long time. However, some immature teenager had the nerve to start shoving Alex as he passed by. Politely, Alex said,” Sorry for bumping into you.”
However, the same teen started shoving Alex even harder, and, now getting a little angry, Alex said,” Hey! Can you stop pushing me?”
After saying that, Alex actually turned around and realized he was getting mugged. Or not, because the scrawny teen was having a hard time taking Alex’s bag. The teen suddenly punched Alex in the face to hopefully knock him out, but the only thing he accomplished was making a very big man’s face very red, and very angry.
Alex screamed as his foot struck the teen’s chest Sparta-style, knocking the teen to the floor on his back. This was more than enough to make a small group around this little skirmish. Seeing the six-foot tall menace getting ready to beat the living **** outta him, the teen quickly gets up, turns, and tries to run, but he is suddenly grabbed by the legs, landing him face first onto the concrete sidewalk. Alex then stomps the failed mugger’s back, and hears a loud crunch. Satisfied with this outcome, Alex walks away towards the admission building, leaving the scrawny, crying teenager to think about what he has done. Alex’s little audience decides that the teen got what he deserved and most of them walk away, but the remaining audience starts taking videos of the crybaby.
Even more exhausted from the fight, Alex pants, and then is relieved to find out that he has arrived at the Admission office. Alex takes off his sweater and stuffs it in his bag entering the double doors of the building. As he enters the Admission building, Alex notices that the clerk has watched him crack that mugger’s ribs with a stomp, and that she is a blond. He chuckles a little bit.
The clerk informs Alex, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to call Island Security, sir.”
Alex asks, “Why?”
The clerk answers, “Because you have assaulted and injured a minor. They will take you away to the nearest juvenile detention center.” She picks up a phone and starts dialing.
“WAIT, if you let them take me away, I’ll never know where the treasure is buried.”
The clerk stops dialing and asks, “What treasure?”
“Uh….. the treasure of Ima Wiener.”
Alex bursts out in laughter as the embarrassed desk clerk suddenly realizes who this laughing idiot is.
She asks, “Are you a contestant in this year’s Pokémon Grand Tournament?”
It takes about five seconds for Alex to stop laughing in order to respond to the question. Ashamed of his current behavior, Alex politely answers,” Yes I am a contestant, why?”
“I need your information regarding the tournament.”
Alex shows the clerk his information and his room pass. The clerk seems very confused about something.
“You don’t seem to have a partner. Or a room….”
“Well, aren’t you going to assign me one?”
The clerk reads over Alex’s information, and types something onto her computer. After five minutes, the clerk finishes typing. “There we go. Your new partner is Orion Pierce. Your housing is over there, second door to the right. The Legendary representing your housing is Palkia.”
Alex makes his way towards his new room as the clerk asks one more question to Alex,“Do you have MPD?”
“MPD? It’s call DID.”
“Well, this is only to confirm it, were you recently diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder, sir?”
Alex still can’t believe that he has such a condition.” No, I haven’t been diagnosed with DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder.”
The clerk types on her computer one last time before telling Alex that he can go now. As Alex approaches the door, he looks up and prays that the décor will be girls inside. As Alex swipes his key, he opens the Palkia themed doorway, and unfortunately doesn’t find anyone inside the housing at this moment. Alex looks around and disappointingly sees that almost everything in the room is a dark pink color. Alex reassures himself that there will be probably girls in this room sooner or later, since girls like pink.
Alex suddenly remembers that he hasn’t bothered to look at the list of contestants and their housings. Excited to see the names of the “girls” he is going to meet, Alex takes a paper out of his bag, and starts reading off the names of the contestants in the Palkia housing. When he finishes reading the last name, Alex starts to run around the room and panics.
He knows three things about his current situation:
1. There are only boys in the Palkia housing.
2, The Palkia housing décor is PINK.
3, Boys and the color PINK don’t mix well together unless the boy is…….
Terrified of thinking of sleeping in a full room of....very loving people….Alex dives behind the nearest bed, and with Pokeball in hand, hopes that the next person that comes through the door won't be ***.
Rolly readily adapted and fixed his views, mentally categorizing their problems. Great, now they were even more a Rock disadvantage, and now they had a glaring Fighting weakness. Thankfully, the Charizard should be able to cover that. But if there was a Fighting and Rock type... Only Terrakion came to mind, but Rolly was certain there could be many more. He didn't even know all the Pokémon of his own region, after all. But if anyone here had a Terrakion, they were probably screwed regardless of it's typing.
By shoving Waltz deeper into the couch as leverage to stand up, who responded with a muffled growl of disapproval and nothing more, Rolly had snapped up at the sound of a challenge. With such an unbearably toothy grin; there wasn't a doubt he was fond of the idea.
"Well, we have'ta go now, so you can show me wat'cha got! Why don't you prove that little boast of yours, and have a match between my Waltz, and your... Erm. Fish." It wasn't the Milotic's nickname, but it was close enough. "Lead the way!"
Mina lead the way without complaint, returning her Pokemon to her pokeballs before leaving the room ahead of Rolly. After a moment of looking up and down the hallway, her eyes lit upon the elevator. She went inside the small compartment and waited patiently for Rolly to join her before pressing the button that had a large "B" on it. The ride down was quick, and Mina skipped out as soon as the doors slid open.
"So, you want a battle between Aquarta and Waltz? Sounds good to me!" she called over her shoulder as she went to one side of the arena and released her Milotic. Aquarta seemed to sense the excitement as her normally shy exterior changed to one of determination and the light of battle shown in her eyes. Mina clenched her fists a bit nervously. Sure, Aquarta could stand up moves like Thunderbolt or Thunder, but if Rolly used physical moves... Well, she would probably end up looking like a weakling.
Aquarta felt her trainer's nervousness and glanced back at her questioningly. Mina gave her Pokemon an encouraging smile and mentally slapped herself. How could she doubt the Pokemon she'd been training with for so long?
On the other side of the spectrum, it was odd. Despite their near constant antagonism of eachother, Waltz and Rolly buddied right back up as soon as they managed to scoot off the sofa. Waltz lowered himself to let his trainer clamber right back on, because Arceus forbid he have to take more than eight steps.
Rolly owed him SO MANY piggy back rides it was unbelievable.
It was a cramped and uncomfortable elevator ride, that was also oddly silent from Rolly's end. He was busy contemplating everything he knew about Mina (that was her name, right?) and her Milotic. Planning outside of the battle was often his best ally. He absorbed information well, but applying it in the middle of heated action was a seperate matter entirely. He was probably rather average in that regard.
Was Milotic a defensive Pokémon, or just a bulky special based attacker? Hold on, Tyranitar and Charizard... Both seemed incredibly bulky, but it was obvious they wanted to take a chunk out of the foe. Now did that mean Milotic followed the same rule, or was she the token defensive member of the team. Mina herself had told him that her Milotic had an advantage over male opponents, didn't she? Seduction methods were incapacitation tactics...
The elevator opened up too soon. But that was okay, Rolly didn't think he had enough information to create a suitable base plan anyways. Barren and flattened basement, the perfectly nuetral terrain that left no side with an advantage. It was so expansive and open, it was even suitable towards the odd Flying type. Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Waltz was going to have to bring the hammer down quickly, or it would likely be lights out for them.
Waltz shrugged Rolly off gently, only a few paces from where the boy needed to be, and prowled over to his own little piece of the field.
Normally, this was the part where Rolly would call out some bizarre pre-battle taunt, but this was a bit different from the standard match. It would be best if he could draw things out as long as possible, analyze her strengths and weaknesses as a trainer, and then see if he could compensate for them. As hopefully she'd be doing the same for him. Which didn't mean he couldn't still be condescending about it.
Rolly rested his hand on his hip and casually leaned, even to the point that his legs were crossed loosely. "Isn't the rule of thumb, 'Ladies first'? Show us wat'cha got!"
Mina smiled cheerfully at Rolly; he was going to regret giving her the first move. "Aquarta, use Attract!" she called to her Pokemon.
Aquarta's demeanor had completely changed once the battle started - what had at once been a shy, unsure Pokemon was now a confident and determined battler. Aquarta winked coyly at Waltz and a wave of sparkling pink hearts flew out at the Luxray. All the while, Mina watched with sparkling eyes. Attract always caused something amusing to happen, and she was looking forward to see how Rolly and Waltz would react.
There was a suitable silence from Rolly, but it didn't seem to be one of displeasure. It was more... Boredom. Which was further evidenced as he pulled his arms behind his head and snorted. That was exactly what he had expected, so it really wasn't all that bad at all. It just meant he got to see how lucky he was today. Of course, he may have to pull Waltz back into his ball when everything was done. After battle infatuation just got awkward.
"Well all right then. Waltz, why don't we start things off with a Thunder Wave."
However, others weren't so level headed in the face of horomonal bliss. Particularly the subject of such bliss. The traces of infatuation were slow to set themselves in, but they were just as visible as they were mental. Like most feline nature Pokémon, Waltz had a habit of prowling around his side of the stage during the off moments of a battle. But at the moment, his pace had become stiff legged and awkward, because Waltz just wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with his legs.
And after that small little window of 'how does my body work again?' things became much more demeaning. Waltz puffed his head out and stutted proudly, but rather than poking his nose in the air, Waltz was just rational enough to keep a close watch on Aquarta.
"WALTZ, THUNDER WAVE."
It hadn't been the first time Rolly had yelled it out either, it was just the first time Waltz had actually heard. Everything had been tuned out except for that absurdly attractive Milotic over there. Waltz hoped she liked fish. Otherwise trying to get a dinner with her was just going to be incredibly awkward.
No, no, there was supposed to be something else he was doing.
But what was it...?
Mina barely managed to stifle her laughter as Waltz seemed to be completely ignoring his trainer as he stared at Aquarta like a love struck kitten. It took the girl a moment to regain her composure enough to speak, and when she did she gave her next order. "Aquarta, hit him with a Hydro Pump while he's out of it." She had to try to finish this before the Luxray returned to earth...
Aquarta complied with an amused cry as a powerful stream of water shot out of her mouth and rocketed towards the infatuated Luxray.
The attack struck proverbial gold. A huge mess was created upon the impact, a slick sheet of water puddled the area around where Waltz used to be.
The Luxray in question could be found slumped against the far wall, shaking his dazed head and clearing out his thoughts. The heavy daze of his crush over Aquarta wasn't exactly cured, but the cold pavement and the obvious hint of a feud... He was in a battle! And buried memories began to surface, like Rolly's last command.
"Waltz, get your head back in the game and counter!"
It was all the direction he needed. Sparks raced over Waltz's thick fur ominously, and they popped with a bright flash. There was no opportunity for escape from this attack. Instead of flying through the air, the weak surge hit the puddle and leapt out towards Aquarta. It was frighteningly instantaneous.
"Now get back in the ring and keep moving; don't give her a steady aim!" With a menacing roar of agreement, Waltz sprinted back, but remained a wary distance to keep evasion in mind. He slunk through the puddle in his circling, but the ominous slish sounds were replaced by playful splashes.
The infatuation haze was setting back in.
Both Aquarta and Mina watched the Luxray as it circled around the Milotic. Mina's mind raced as she attempted to asses the situation. Aquarta getting getting paralyzed was something that Mina had hoped to avoid, seeing as her mobility out of water wasn't exactly what one would call quick and being paralyzed would slow her down even more.
Watching Waltz circling around Aquarta gave her an idea, one that would have to work if she was going to win this. "Use Blizzard to freeze the floor!"
Aquarta readily obeyed, quickly realizing her trainer's plan. If was covering the ground then the Luxray would have a difficult time getting any footing, thus making physical attacks more difficult. On the other hand, the Milotic would have an easier time sliding about the arena with her snake-like body.
Due to the paralysis, her movements were slow and jerky as Aquarta unleashed the icy breath on the arena. Mina watched nervously, hoping that her Pokemon would be able to finish the coating of ice before the Luxray was able to attack.
The floor grew mildly slick with frost, but even the puddle hadn't had time to freeze over before Rolly counteracted; it was just the lovely break he could use as long as his luck held up and Waltz wasn't still seducing himself over thoughts of the Milotic.
"Waltz, get your head back in it, and use Wild Charge!" It was the best he could do at the moment. The recoil may not have been the greatest help, but the type advantage would leave a mark. And better yet, cut off that Blizzard.
After shaking his head clear of invasive thoughts, Waltz clearly had the room for that lucky break that Rolly needed. It was also helpful that he'd been completely ignored, which just didn't sit favorably with him for any reason at all. The familiar crackle of electricity came back, but several times stronger. The little sizzles and pops sounded painful, and Waltz's growling confirmed that - yes, this was going to hurt him just as much as it hurt her.
The contact sounded with a strike of thunder, which was personally taught by Waltz to himself, just to seem that much cooler.
Unfortunately, being awesome had a price. All of that misdirected electricity ran right back into his system with a nasty shock that would have left him sprawled out over the ground if he weren't trained to handle it.
But there were costly differences in play.
Waltz went down with a pained cry, limply stretched over the ground. The puddles he'd crossed had rerouted more electricity back into his system than he could usually handle, and had stolen away most of the power in the process. The attack had effectively collapsed in upon itself.
There was one upside to Aquarta being paralyzed: it caused her ability, Marvel Scale, to kick in. This in turn allowed her to survive the drastically weakened Wild Charge and still have enough energy to fight, though it didn't mean that the electric-type attack wasn't painful and she was still flung back a ways. Aquarta seemed to be having an easier time moving as she lifted her head, and Mina quickly took advantage of the probably small moment of movement. "Use Blizzard before he can get back up!" she ordered. Snow carried by an icy wind once again blew out from Aquarta's mouth, it's aim the downed Luxray.
It didn't even had a chance to strike. Rolly's pride wouldn't allow it.
Waltz was sucked back into the safety of his ball, and Rolly wistfully glared at the pokéball before he shoved it in one of the internal pockets of his jacket. 'Giving in' was better than losing.
A cold harshness crossed over him, and if it weren't for the fact that this was his partner, he might've just strode back to the elevator and left to nurse his injured pride. He hadn't lost in quite a while. Was he supposed to expect more losses from this tournament?
No, he couldn't let that happen.
"Well, it looks like I've lost~" Despite the concentrated malevolence of his thoughts, his tone became sweeter. Rolly stretched a convincing false grin over his face, and retreated to the elevator. "I suppose we should head out~? I'm sure there's all sorts of things we need to discuss~"
Orion sighed as he finished reading the book over for the third time. He looked over at Desco and Laharl, who made a fairly large sand castle in the time it took. It was around 3 ft. high, though with all the towers and walls, it was 5ftx5ft. They both stepped back to survey thier work, though a few seconds later, it was taken out by a large wave sent by a Crawdaunt. Well, mine as well go to the dorm that I've been avoiding...besides, I feel some sand in my shoes, Orion thought. He whistled them over before they had a chance to destroy fight the Crawdaunt, though they gave it the evil eye before they came back. Orion returned Laharl and the still sleeping Athena to their pokeballs, while Desco followed him back to the dorm.
Orion stepped into the room, then stepped out. He double checked the room number. Great, a room that any young girl would love. Though, at least it wasn't a bright, extreame pink, just not red enough to be called red. If it wasn't pink, it would be a fairly neutral room, with pictures and symbols of the mythical Palkia on the dressers and bed respectivly. He walked back in and took a better look around. First thing he noticed were the beds. They looked much more comfortable than anything he has ever seen living in Fortree.....or anything he has ever slept in for that matter. Despite Desco's cries that would usually catch his notice, he lept into the bed, landing on his back, and relished the feel. To him, it felt like sleeping on a Snorlax covered in Cottonee wool. It took Desco lifting him up and turning his head for Orion to notice that a guy was hidden behind the bed further down from him(Desco noticed him since she entered). The shock caused him to leap off the bed almost as fast as he got on it, and after a few breaths, took a closer look. Only the guys head and a hand with a pokeball showed over the covers, which didn't make him very........inviteing.
"Hello, I'm Orion." He said slowly, and while not shakeing scared, was speaking carfully. Desco was right behind him, ready to defend him, "Who are you?"
He heard the door open and flinched. This was so embarrassing. She was probably thinking he was a coward and a wimp. It... It had just scared him when he was in the middle of calming down and... He felt Deena shifting on the bed but didn't move, wary of what would happen next. Yuki had set her bag down on the other bed and been very quiet for a few moments.
Then she did something Rion didn't understand: She apologized.
Why would Yuki apologize? It wasn't her fault: it was his. He was the frightened one, the one who easily ran away from things. It was all his fault... "...Stop." The apology was bouncing in his head like a defunct ball. "Stop... I-I... I don't get it... why-whuh-why are you sorry..." Slowly he popped his head out, not looking at her, still mostly a bed worm. "I... it's not.. erm... it's..." His face turned red and he murmured to himself. "I thought... you, well, saw..." He anxiously curled back into the worm, nervous again.