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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 15:55:40 GMT
The battlefield is a village built onto the side of a mountain, with the lower levels of the village descending to a small vale. The battle's starting location is on the middle level, next to the town's saloon. There are no people around, although occasionally a door might creak open. Will's going to be sitting inside the saloon, waiting for an opponent. This is a 1V1 fight meant for training, but you can use it as an egg thread too if you want to. Hold items only. His chosen pokemon is listed below.
NAME: BLACKMORE
GENDER: MALE
SPECIES: DEWPIDER
LEVEL: 05
MOVES: WATER SPORT, BUBBLE, INFESTATION
ABILITY: WATER BUBBLE
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 23:11:39 GMT
Mike had to admit, this place was pretty cool.
He'd been slumped over a computer panel for nearly half an hour, idly flipping through the different pre-made battle arenas. Live volcanoes, submerged coral forests, futuristic floating cities -- his heart skipped excitedly, racing his imagination along the endless stretch of possibilities. Next time, he'd have to bring Avery to one of these. Maybe they'd let him bring in his camera, assuming it worked inside the domes, and holy fuck would they get some awesome footage.
< Are we gonna' go in and fight? > Kickstart whined, pawing at the linoleum. He'd been interested in the cool pictures on the screen at first, too, but now he just wanted to go.
"Yeah, dude, hold on a second. I guess I have to find an open room, uh-"
A few minutes of blind button-mashing later, Mike had his assignment: 256-b. Huh. He marked the room 'claimed' and nudged Kickstart with his foot.
"This way, fluffball."
< I'm not a fluffball! >
"You're just the cutest little fluffball-"
< I'll bite you! >
Kickstart bared his teeth, but his growl was small and high-pitched, and Mike couldn't help the brief 'aww' that escaped his lips.
"Save your energy for your opponent, yeah? This is gonna' be your first real battle, so we need to be focused."
Kickstart sobered immediately, ears twitching back as he scowled down the brightly lit corridor. He pranced ahead of Mike, chest puffed out and tail held high. As soon as he was past, Mike let himself smirk -- fuck, he was cute.
Mike pushed his shaggy mess of blonde hair off his forehead and squinted down at the battle assignment. Dewpider? What the fuck kind of name was that? Probably something stupid, and probably -- hopefully -- something Kickstart could take down easily. If anything, Mike supposed, it would be a good way to get a look at Kickstart's battle strategies without getting kicked in the nuts.
They reached their room and entered, Mike and Kickstart both blinking in the sudden harshness of the psuedo-sunlight.
"Yo, did I say this was cool yet? This is really fuckin' cool."
< Yeah, > Kickstart agreed, the tip of his tail wiggling as he tried to control the urge to wag. < Where's the other guy? Who do I get to fight? >
Mike looked around, soaking up the 'arena'. It was a sprawling, empty town; a winding dirt road and old-timey western houses set into a mountainside. He wondered how far the illusion went -- could they head up the mountain? Could they go and get lost in the forest below? He grinned a toothy, manic grin: very cool, indeed.
"He's probably a coward," Mike finally replied, raising his voice for theatrical effect, "Hiding out in one of these buildings, I bet!"
Kickstart gasped.
< I'll find him, watch me, > he said with a bark, and took off sprinting down the main road. He got all of thirty feet before he stumbled the first time, his tiny puppy feet getting tangled as he charged forward. Shaking himself, he jumped back to his feet and barreled on, zig-zagging in aimless patterns across the main road.
Mike sighed and headed towards the most interesting building: the saloon. A hanging sign creaked to-and-fro just above the door, featuring a winking miltank holding a cup of frothy beer. He had to hand it to the magidome techs, the level of detail here was stunning.
When he reached the double doors he squared up, feet planted wide. If he was wrong and no one was in here, well, that'd be a shame. He kicked through the doors, wishing a split second later that he had both brought a cowboy hat, and managed to move out of the way so the doors hadn't swung back and smacked him in the ass. Hoping the guy seated by the bar hadn't noticed, Mike swaggered into the saloon.
"This town ain't big enough for the both o-"
< HIYAAAAAAAAAAA- > Kickstart shouted, shrill snarl piercing through Mike's over-the-top southern accent. He charged into the room and through Mike's legs, skidding to a halt before the other trainer. < Come on, let's fight! >
Mike dropped his arms to his sides, a look of mock defeat on his face.
"Well, you heard the fluffball. Ready when you are?"
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i took some liberties with the setting, i hope that's alright! if anything i wrote doesn't fit with your vision of the battle, definitely let me know and i can edit.
how do you want to add experience? immediately as it's gained, or after the battle is over?
this will also be an egg thread for my horsea egg, which i may or may not have forgotten about/will mention next post c':
 kickstart the eevee
lvl 5. adaptability. helping hand | growl | tackle | tail whip | sand attack
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 13:43:03 GMT
(exp being added after the battle sounds fair to me! feel free to add details as you wish, I don't mind.)
Will'd already heard the other with his door-kicking antics and his loud declaration, but he didn't turn his head to face him and his Eevee when the Eevee ran up to him. His head tilted downwards as he stared down at it, it's cries reaching his ears... But he didn't understand. It seemed ready to fight, though, and that's what was important. His eyes next landed upon it's trainer, a little sly grin etching itself onto his face. Yeah, this guy would do. No matter if he won or lost, it'd be a fun ride.
Of course, winning would always be preferable, and the goal he should be striving for. With a snap of his fingers some scratching and skittering sounds began to echo from behind the bar counter, continuing up till the source of the noise revealed itself: Blackmore, crawling up the banter's side with his appendages, until he reached the top, sitting himself down there. The few noises it let out sounded bellowing and deep due to the water bubble surrounding it's head, eyeing up both the Eevee and Mike.
"'m ready, then. Although, 'm purdy sure the town's far bigger than necessary fer the two of us." Will pushes himself up and extends his hand out to Blackmore, who skitters onto it and grips on tightly. He saunters past Mike and the Eevee, waving his hand in a quiet sigh to follow him. He'd prepared the arena, so he knew just where to start as well. That was his "home field advantage" so to speak: he knew the crooks and crannies of this place already. But, he didn't like playing completely unfair. That'd defeat the purpose of having a battle.
Will's saunter stopped at the somewhat out of place spring that had been plonked right in the middle of the village, letting Blackmore hop off and skid across it's somewhat murky and even rusty water, arms folded. His hat is lifted enough for him to prop his googles on, hand resting upon his hip. "I've been here fer a lil' while now, so I already know some tricks and knickknacks related to this place... S', 'm gonna be fair and let ya start the fight. Whenever yer ready."
The Eevee would be an interesting one to fight. He'd chosen this kind of battlefield for two reasons: one, it was somewhat nostalgic of his old home, and two, he'd expected someone to bring a ground or rock type to a terrain like this. Well, no hoping for an easy fight. Challenge was the bread and butter of life, and without it, he'd have grown quite tired of this battle way too quickly.
This'll be interesting, though.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 0:35:52 GMT
Mike and Kickstart both turned in unison at the scraping of tiny insect legs on wood, and watched as the strange pokemon picked its way across the saloon towards its trainer. Dewpider, Mike’s mind supplied after a beat.
What an ugly fucker, Mike thought, as Kickstart’s fur fluffed up. The eevee growled and squared up his tiny puppy feet. Kinda’ cool, though, he mentally amended.
With a chuckle, he followed the other guy out of the bar, shoving the batwing door open with one shoulder. "I suppose," he replied, "But that doesn’t make for a very good story, you know. We should get some ponyta in here, too." He tilted his head back, casing the run-down wooden buildings. He gestured to some, "And like, some onlookers to gasp and wave handkerchiefs at us-- well.”
He paused, watching the other trainer’s back as he receded towards the spring further down the road. "Which one of us is the sheriff? You probably fit the part more -- cool,” Mike charged ahead with his stupid ideas, stuffing his hands into his pockets and adapting that classic old-western cowboy walk (sans the boots, which Mike thought was just a damn shame).
"We’ll be the bandit outlaws,” Mike announced, with a playful wink in the other trainer’s direction. "My name’s Mike, by the way. Should I just call you cowboy?”
Kickstart hung awkwardly at Mike's side, half-frozen with anxious indecision. They were playing the bad guys? And- was he supposed to attack now? This certainly didn't look like a lot of the battles he'd seen back in the ranger biomes...
"Alright, Kickstart."
The eevee looked up at his trainer, squinting against the harsh sun. He watched as Mike shifted his canvas backpack to his hip -- careful of the egg nestled inside its incubation tube and stuffed into the bag -- and fished out the flat, boxy pokedex. Its glossy red paint gleamed as it caught the light. Kickstart waited, ears twitching as he heard the device hum to life and beep as Mike prodded at the buttons.
< I'm ready! > he said, although he hadn't even convinced himself of that yet.
"Hope so," Mike replied. "Uh."
Mike pointed over to the dewpider, skating atop the water on its delicate legs. "Does that thing look very strong to you? Yeah, don't worry about it -- try and knock him outta' the water." He met Kickstart's eyes and flashed a toothy smile.
"Go up around the side and tackle him back onto the road," Mike commanded.
Kickstart nodded and charged, stumbling only slightly as he pelted towards the rusty water. Belatedly, Mike wondered if Kickstart could swim -- he'd only seen him pace the shoreline at the lake. ... Possibly something he should have looked into earlier, but Kickstart wouldn't throw himself over a body of water if he couldn't swim. ...Right? He patted the water stone still sitting heavy in his pocket, brow furrowed as he considered the possibility.
< You're going doooooooown, > Kickstart roared -- or, at least, his squeaky imitation. His charge slowed slightly as he reached the water, but it didn't stop his daring leap at the dewpider.
lvl 5 . adaptability . helping hand | growl | tackle | tail whip | sand attackKickstart used tackle! Kickstart grew to level 7 (92/250)! 2/7
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