Raven simply nodded his thanks to the man, taking his water and the pizza in hand and leaving. He could eat on the way. The young trainer had considered mentioning that he was one of the competitors, but that would serve little purpose, and he doubted the man actually cared either way. Eating the pizza...which he had to admit was quite a bit different when it wasn't cold, missing pieces, and attached to cardboard...Raven would make his way down to the stadium, though before he released his Pokemon he'd take a look around, mostly to see whom else was present so he could pick a location a sizable distance away. He didn't want Genn to be responsible for flattening anything or anyone simple because he didn't have enough space.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:15 pm
He would find himself in the clear for the most part ...the field was huge, set up so that three battles could take place at the same time. And his field was currently free, though, there was another battle taking place not too far away that had the stands still full.
The Concession man hadn't exactly been right, but none of the battling now would concern them ...so they could literally pick the empty field for their little meal if they didn't mind the fact that they could be stared at by those who were still watching the battles.
The crimson clad trainer wasn't exactly the shy sort, so the crowd didn't exactly bother him. Besides the contents of his team were already known as it was. Though he'd still make it a point to pick a spot literally as far from the battle as physically possible. Once there he would release both Fable and Genn, handing one Poffin to the smaller Fable, and tossing the other two clean in to Genn's gaping maw. While the two chewed their Poffins, Raven would sit between them, slowly finishing his own food and offering some of his water to Fable. He would have given some to Genn, however he doubted even an entire bottle would be enough for the massive Steelix. The honey and the berries would remain firmly in his bag. He had other plans for those.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:45 pm
The battle to his side would finally come to an decisive end ...as one trainer was able to overpower the other. The crowd itself would literally go wild as one thing would become clear ...Raven's break was swiftly coming to an end as the Announcer spoke of the final results and called for the two winning trainers to meet in the field of battle..
Dusting himself off and standing, Raven would recall both Fable and Genn before downing the remainder of his water. Placing the empty bottle in his bag, the young trainer would then walk toward the designated battle site. He was already on the field after all, he couldn't see any actual point in going back inside and coming back out from the waiting room entrance. Dramatics perhaps but that was hardly his style.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
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Despite his name, Felix wasn't a small boy at all, but a full grown man ...a man of the sea from the looks of him as he puffs out his chest. He would smile at the arrival of his newest competitor ....as it would seem that just like Raven his pokemon hadn't taken any injuries from battle.
He was ready and willing to go as he would flex his arms a bit .....to get the crowd going. His muscles would bulge with each moment as he would wink at something far beyond him ...as he smiles openly at everyone. This was going to be a much harder battles than the others.
Raven merely sniffed at the man's ridiculous display. Were he any younger he'd consider his opponent a fool, but this was a man full grown before his eyes. There was a good chance that bravado was earned. With a slight flourish to sweep his cloak out of the way Raven would take up Fable's ball and release the Charmander back on to the field. Let the battle begin.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
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2Total: 2 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 3:33 pm
The man would actually arch an eyebrow at his motives. He opponent seemed to be in a rush ....and thus, he would choose a pokemon that likes to be rush as well. The Shinx would be released upon the field as the electric lion would wave his tail a bit and give a small growl.
He was going to enjoy this completely ....as he pins his ears against his skull. He was more than ready for another round of fighting ...as he shuffles his feet against the earth.
This was going to be so much fun.
It was a shame that the Charmander was faster as the man calls out loudly.
"Show these land lovers how great sea legs are."
He would tell his partner as the pokemon would seek to avoid any attack that might come his way with a swift movement of his feet.
Raven sniffed at the man's comments "Sea legs will do you little good on land" The young trainer stated, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword as he adjusted his position out of reflex "...and I believe the term is landlubber. Are you really a sailor?" The question almost sounded like an honest one as the boy arched an eyebrow at his opponent. Raven's attention however quickly shifted to the Shinx, it was still too early to access how much of this man's bravado was false...besides, a weak man could still command a strong Pokemon. "Fable, light them up. Ember" When an opponent ran it was best to attack from range rather then waste the energy catching up, or allowing oneself to be caught in a trap.
The boy's Charmander would nod briefly, his eyes still miraculously a calm dark blue. His tail flicking once to the side the Fire-Type would exhale thick black smoke through his nostrils as flames began lapping at the edge of his mouth. For a few sparse moments he'd let the small ball of flame build in the back of his throat; then with a single short breath, as if spitting a loogie, Fable would release a smouldering ball of Ember...and fortunately this time their opponents could most certainly be burned.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
The first attack would singe fur as the Shinx would roar in pain as the man winces at the boy's words.
"Why do you think all sailors got to talk the same?"
It was an accusation that was full of disappointment. He was expecting so much better, but then again ...Raven was young.
"So, where do you hail from?"
The question would come as he made a gesture as the electricity died down. It was true, it is hard to avoid an attack that if fired instead of a physical move that is swung at an opponent.
The Shinx would rush forward with his tail lay out ....as his ears would flatten against his skull. He would growl out as his fangs would stick out between his lips as he leap at his opponent with thunder crackling in his mouth .....as his fangs shot with electricity.
He was literally going to bite his opponent in half if he managed to get a hold of this pokemon as he used Thunderfang.
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"It's not about sailor's speaking the same. Landlubber as it happens is an actual word. It refers to someone unfamiliar with the sea of sailing" Raven stated calmly. While he detested his father, he'd be lying were he to say that the instruction he received by that man's order didn't come in handy now and then. Ironically enough it was during thoughts of that place his opponent asked from where he hailed. The boy moved to answer, but then shook his head. No, he'd ceased to actually call that place home a long time ago. "Nowhere" Raven stated. He'd been wandering for several years now, and even after joining the Academy he still technically wandered "Yourself?"
The question asked, Raven would then turn his attention to the battlefield "Fable, counter with another Ember" Best to take care of their opponent while they still had the advantage of distance. It would be difficult to fire off another Ember once it got close enough.
As always Fable would react immediately, following his trainer's command without an instant of hesitation. Inhaling sharply the Charmander would allow the flames of the attack to build and condense in the back of his throat. When it was ready he would fire it at the face of the Shinx. This time he'd get more then just singed whiskers!
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 366/900
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:05 pm
(19 - 8 + 22 - 17 = 16dmg)
Like all of Raven's other battles this one too would end in a flawless victory as the pokemon went down all at once ...as he hit the ground. He would land hard against the ground as the embers would die down, but the man didn't seem to be upset at all. Instead he would simply recall his pokemon as he toss out another pokemon.
"it's time for the main event ....I hope you can weather this storm ...child."
The pokeball would open up with a crackle of lightning as this time the pokemon that appeared would make everyone's else light up in surprise as the Machoke would appear on the floor. He would flex his muscles as he ready himself to show everyone exactly what he was made of.
Raven was likely the least surprised person in the entire stadium. After all, a Sailor with a Machoke? In Johto you practically couldn't get more cliché than that. Still, the PokeDex would tell him clearly that this thing was bad news...yet so had the Volcarona. Fable was still the best of his options right now, and he'd do his best to see the reptile through till the end. "Let's see if you can take the heat old man" Raven retorted. He didn't much care for 'banter' but that didn't mean he was incapable of it. "Fable hold your ground." Things were about to get dangerous.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 637/900
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This might have been a much more foolish decision ....as the pokemon would rush forward towards the Charmander. One hand raised high into the air as he would bring it down with a splitting move that could shatter bricks and drop a house with a single move. A pokemon of the sea, he would attack all out ....as he used Karate Chop.
"We are going to end this in one strike."
The man declares sounding way too confident for this battle especially after he had lost the battle only a moment before.
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The Machoke however would receive quite the surprise as his blow not only failed to shatter anything, but was in fact caught cleanly between the claws of Fable. It would seem that after their previous battle the reptile had taken to 'catching' things as a form of defense. The Charmander would loose a low threatening hiss at his opponent before adjusting the grip of his one hand to the Machoke's wrist and diverting the Fighting-Type's limb to the side. Yet it wasn't actions which were most significant, but rather that his eyes were still a calm dark blue, rather then the blazing bloody red they were oft to turn.
"Alright Fable time to strike back! Ember!" Raven commanded, thrusting his arm forward and pointing directly at the Machoke's face. Fable hadn't failed to notice that either. Gathering the smouldering flames from his belly the Fire-Type would release a quick, short burst of Ember directed at the Machoke's snout and eyes. It wouldn't blind him permanently, but it would cloud his vision long enough for them to put a little distance between them!
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 10 [Temperament] Quiet Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.
For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back. Stats: HP: 30/30, PP: 25, ATK: 18, DEF: 16, SPD: 18, SP-ATK: 22, SP-DEF: 18 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 637/900
