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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 27, 2014 16:17:33 GMT -5
OOC- So! Making a somewhat return to PRP, I'm throwing out an open challenge to anyone, pretty much. I don't really care about listing your pokemon before jumping in. Just looking to get a feel for PRP again. "It really has been a while, hasn't it, Gardevoir?" Littleroot. Back where it had all begun for him. Back where he had started his first journey, but definitely not his last. The air was still just as sweet as the first time he had breathed it, the air warm and the slightest of breezes playing with his hair. Nothing had changed. Ten years, and he could still picture everything perfectly. The lab, the few houses, the Hoenn sun still shining down and the waves crashing into the small beach. He had first stepped foot in Littleroot, straight off the ferry, wide-eyed and optimistic. It had been some time since he'd come back. So much had changed. He'd like to say he hadn't, but that would have been a massive lie. So much had happened to him. He'd fought off Team Aqua, Team Magma, even Team Rocket and had his fair number of run-ins with their renegades. He'd seen pokemon that others would kill to even glimpse. Articuno, Lugia, Kyogre, Groudon, Latios... Even the ones that shouldn't have existed, like the cybernetic Mewtwo or the chimera dubbed 'Mewfour'. He'd travelled the continents more than once, met towns that had been shrouded in myth and people who were only talked about in legend. He'd seen so much in the past ten years. Yoshimitsu ran his fingers through his hair, an easy grin on his face. The one thing that had stayed constant with him, even through everything, was that there was no simpler joy than a friendly battle. He'd seen so much in his life. He'd seen the end of the world, he'd seen a town nearly destroyed, he'd seen his own best friend and his constant companion sacrifice himself to save everyone. It just spurred him on. Every bead of sweat, every aching muscle, every time he just wanted to step back and let the world turn without him, he didn't. He threw himself back into it, helped who he could help, fixed what he could fix and never stopped, never rested or tired. He did what he could and so much more. "It's been so long. Ten years, Gardie," he said. "You're so close to where you came from, as well. We can visit later, if you want?" His Gardevoir, a pale blue in colour, nodded at him appreciatively. He grinned back. For his grand return to Hoenn, he'd just sent out an open request. It wasn't flashy as such, but he expected a bit of a pull. Just a few comments here and there, indicating that he'd be back in the region where he'd made his name. A hint that he'd be spending a bit of time in Littleroot. Some mentions of the funding the stadium there had been in for refurbishment and how excited he was for it. He was still the only remaining trainer from the International Pokemon Tournament (he liked to think trademark at the end of that) after his friends Gary Oak and Arcinius had both disappeared. Some of his friends, he already knew, were in the audience. Alexxia, Leon, Kilik, they all knew exactly what he was up to. They sat together, a vivid trio of people who waved to him as he stood at one end of the stadium. "So, Gardie, reckon we're still up for this after so long?" He asked, and she just nodded in response. He laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 5, 2014 17:05:23 GMT -5
A deafening thunderclap rent the balmy air. The astonished audience fell silent, every eye focused on the figure that had suddenly emerged. A young man stood before Yoshimitsu, slouching slightly. A torn white t-shirt was draped across his shoulders, and the knees of his jeans were shredded as well. A pair of battered glasses rested upon his nose, the askew frame making his head look quizzically tilted. His most distinctive feature, however, was his long brown hair lashing about behind him in the summer breeze. It was swept back into a braid with blonde highlights weaving in and out, but splayed like a broad lion's tail at the very tip. "Hey there, Yoshimitsu," The newcomer nodded to him. "Zebedee?" The crowd began murmuring excitedly, some fumbling for their cameras and phones to catch the image of the former Gym Leader. It had been a good eight years since he'd been publicly disgraced and discharged from the League in a rigged trial that was controversial even up to the present day. The last that Yoshimitsu had heard about him training was a vitriolic text half a decade ago, with him claiming that he was going to bust into Indigo Plateau and steal his party back from them. "Yeah, figured I'd take you up on it. You never did get a chance to try for the Mistral Badge, after all," Zebedee chuckled deeply in the back of his throat, a rich noise with a hint of bitterness lurking at its fringes. "What do you say to a two on two? We probably should make this quick, considering that the League still hasn't reinstated my license. Don't want the authorities to get here and cut us short by arresting me for Possession of Pokemon without Proper Authorization," Zebedee winked, and then started to walk towards the platform opposite his opponent. "Besides, two is all I have left after those monsters got done gutting me," He muttered. OOC: PRP Zebedee is soooo freakin' different! I forgot how anarchist he was, in comparison to ORP. I'm not sure exactly how continuity works here; if the timelines branch at his license revocation, with ORP Zebedee taking it gracefully, and PRP Zebedee becoming an outlaw, or if it's just that Zebedee becomes a violent revolutionary whenever anybody mentions Pokemon. Either way, two on two, single attack per round, standard rules. Seems like this could be a great fight!
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 7, 2014 8:48:09 GMT -5
OOC- Yoshi's pretty similar - he has less angst and moping because the major climactic parts of his history never happened in PRP canon. Some did, like finding out he was a bio-weapon from another dimension, but others didn't, like Vincent coming and going and the whole Yisimentsu arc. A genuine, warm smile broke across Yoshimitsu's face as his challenger approached. Looking ragged, like he'd been living rough for a while, but otherwise exactly how the blue-haired teenager remembered him. Zebedee. How many years had it been, now? Five years? Six? He couldn't even remember. The last time he'd seen the former gym leader, it had been a fleeting meeting before he'd gone on his attack on the Indigo Plateau. Ten long years. So much had happened in ten years. "It's been a while, Zeb," Yoshimitsu greeted, not quite missing the bitter undertone in his friend's words but choosing to ignore it for now. "Wonder if we'll make the headlines? I can see it now. 'Tournament Runner Up Yoshimitsu clashes with Renegade Gym Leader Zebedee'. Do you think they'll come up with some garbage story about how I'm trying to stop you from something?" He laughed, running a finger over one of the pokeballs magnetically attached to his belt. Six pokeballs, one of them empty as his blue Gardevoir stood next to him. Six of his companions who had been through so much with him. He felt a pang of guilt when he realised just why Zebedee had suggested a two-on-two battle. It wasn't to keep it short. The long-haired man in front of him still hadn't gotten his pokemon back. After all these years, he still hadn't managed it? The blue-haired trainer ran his fingers through his hair, debating offering assistance once they were done with their battle. "Well, first thing's first," he said, grinning easily. "If it's all the same to you, I'll pick first." He pulled one of the pokeballs from his belt, pressing the button once to cause it to expand. His first choice, a present from a friend long ago. The ball opened and a bright light flooded the stadium as the pokemon inside was released. It was small, purple in colour with a grin that matched Yoshimitsu's. Big ears and a long tail that ended with a white glove. Aipom propped himself up on his tail, swaying slightly, with a playful expression on his face. "Aipom, you're up first. Let's see if we're as rusty as we think we are," Yoshimitsu said. He nodded to Zebedee. "Your turn, Zeb."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 9, 2014 6:24:38 GMT -5
"Just tell them I was working on summoning another demon. They'll totally buy that one," Zebedee scoffed. He turned slowly on his heel as he reached his platform. He ascended, taking each step slowly and deliberately, savoring the feel of his steps upon the metal stairway.
The former Gym Leader could feel his bitterness evaporating, the tension in his shoulders softening. Even though the League had screwed him over and done their best to ruin his life, they couldn't take this away from him. The simple pleasure of competing against his friends, of matching wits and wills betwwn himself and his companions... Dear Lord, why had it taken him so long to do this? He'd been letting their persecution take away his joy of being a trainer.
Zebedee, the only people with any right to define you are God, yourself, and the people you love... Just forget all the petty folks that try to drag you down, and let yourself fly higher than those narrow-minded thugs ever could.
Zebedee closed his eyes, the winds whipping around him intensifying. His scowl had faded into a serene grin.
"Not as rusty as I am, I wager..." Zebedee plucked a glossy black sphere from his pocket, gold and yellow stripes striking across its surface. He tossed it out into the arena with a backhanded lob.
It burst open into dancing rays of light, the luminescence coalescing into a solid form.
A Chinchou stood before Aipom, the fish's antennae bobbing up and down, glowing brilliantly. It looked back towards Zebedee with its oddly shaped eyes, giving him a trusting nod. Even if it had been years, his companion was still ready.
"So, Eobronto, let's give them the standard courtesy. First 'mon out, you get the first attack," Zebedee grinned widely, taking a ready stance, "Better make this one count, Yoshimitsu!"
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 18, 2014 16:11:03 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu stepped back on his left foot, turning his body ever so slightly. It was an old habit of his. Every single fight he got into, every skirmish or confontration, he'd always step back on his left foot and plant his feet. A good, defensive stance. How long had he been fighting? He didn't even know any more. The thing was, it rubbed off on his Pokemon. As he moved, Aipom did too. The monkey nearly exactly replicated Yoshimitsu's stance, despite still holding himself up on his tail. Left foot back, arms raised, body slightly turned. The blue-haired boy could even feel Gardevoir tense up ever so slightly.
"You got this, Aipom," Yoshimitsu said, nodding.
Aipom sprung into action, throwing himself forward and hitting the ground at a sprint. His paws barely touched the ground for a fraction of a second before moving again as the monkey charged straight at the Chinchou facing him. Yoshimitsu nodded again. When Aipom was close, ready to launch into a headbutt vicinity, he dived to the left. The dive wasn't elegant or particularly precise, but that hadn't been the point. He flexed the muscles in his tail and the gloved tail came swinging at Chinchou from the right as the monkey passed by.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 19, 2014 13:29:22 GMT -5
Chinchou took the blow without flinching and tumbled off to the side. Its odd pupils narrowed, and it lowered itself to the ground, getting its feet centered beneath itself. It had been prepared for an attack, but the feint had still managed to slip past his defenses. Eobronto let out a low growl, baring his needlelike teeth.
"That's okay, buddy. We both know you're tough enough to take him," Zebedee responded nonchalantly, "Don't let him goad you. Aipoms thrive on tricking their opponents."
The fish glanced back to its master, sparks arcing between its antennae. It nodded resolutely, and then swung back around to face its simian foe.
"That said, it's time we get some payback... Give him a Spark!"
The field of voltage around the Chinchou's lures began growing, crackling ominously. The two translucent teardrops at the tip of each began shining brilliantly, flickering wildly as streaks of electricity began pouring out of them. The fish braced itself, taking care not to let its lights touch the ground and dissipate the charge. Eobronto lunged forward with astounding speed, its brilliance leaving a luminous trail in its wake. It shot directly at the larger Pokemon, attempting to club the monkey with its crepitating antennae.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 19, 2014 15:52:14 GMT -5
"It's funny you should mention payback, Zebedee," Yoshimitsu said with a grin.
Aipom jumped over the first antenna as it swiped towards him, but the second caught his tail as he landed and yanked him sideways. The electricity discharged into his tail and flowed freely through his body, making his muscles spasm and cry out in pain. The monkey rolled a safe distance away and pulled himself back up on to his tail, still twitching randomly as the electricity made its way through his system, but his face was determined.
"Aipom, show him some Payback," Yoshimitsu said, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
As easy as breathing, Aipom launched himself back on the offensive. He closed the distance between him and the fish in front of him easily, one leap and he was back in attacking range. He flipped and his tail glowed a vivid red. The last of the electricity in his body was being forced downwards and fueled the next attack, made all the more aggressive out of revenge. The glove on his tail, a vivid red beacon in the arena, came crashing down at Chinchou's face.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 26, 2014 14:22:31 GMT -5
"Don't let him get away easy with that one! Dive!" Zebedee barked, and his Chinchou nodded. It took the beating head on, its face slamming down against the rough pavement of the arena. As the Aipom went to spring away, Eobronto used his teeth to grab hold of its tail. It rocked forward. using its purchase on its opponent to swing the monkey over its head. As Aipom arced over it, Chinchou leaped into the air. It went with the momentum of its swing, and attempted to flop onto its simian foe and drive it into the ground. OOC: Sorry about the delays; sermon and midterms help me up a bit, but I should be better now.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 17, 2014 16:46:18 GMT -5
Sorry this has been even longer. Work at the moment is stupid hours. Aipom hit the ground and skidded, the coarse stone threatening to break skin as he finally stopped. In seconds (and with a stylish flip, in Yoshimitsu's opinion), he was back on his tail and ready to go again. Amazingly, after an impact like that, he still wasn't swaying. A little dirty, a little bruised, but otherwise still ready to fight. Yoshimitsu smirked and Aipom mirrored it, both of them falling into the same fighting pose. Step back on the left foot. Raise your fists. "Let's show him your Acrobatics, Aipom!" Aipom leapt forwards again, landing on his hands but springing away again instantly. It was a complicated affair, the way the monkey twisted and flipped in the air. Another hand-spring, a flip, a deliberate tumble, but his momentum was increasing with every move he made. Every twist and jump just added to his speed until he was right above Chinchou, tail swinging downwards like a wrecking ball cut loose.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 11, 2014 18:49:44 GMT -5
The blow hit home, sending Chinchou skidding across the pavement of the arena on its chin. It pitched over, turning the skid into a rough tumble, a harsh contrast to Aipom’s graceful gymnastics. After a few bounces, it managed to right itself. It turned to face the monkey, warily narrowing its gaze to track its elusive foe. There was a trail of silvery blue flecks along the arena floor, scales that had been scraped off by the fish smashing its face on the abrasive ground. “Good hit there… It takes some skill to tag Eobronto and make it stick,” Zebedee offered with a hearty laugh, “Of course, I think this means we’re actually starting to get serious about this.” The trainer reached up as if scratching his chin, and then gestured with two fingers over his eyes. Zebedee brought his hand down, and clenched and opened his fist twice, moving it across his chest. Eobronto burbled in acknowledgement, spinning on its heel to face its simian foe. Without the warning of any formal declaration of attack, it pitched forward. Vibrant green light exploded from its lures in waves, taking the form of a blindingly brilliant signal beam. It swept the luminous cascade toward the Aipom, the sheer brightness so intense that it left a red after-image in vision of all who saw it. OOC: Sorry about the delay. Let's get this thing back on the road!
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