It would seem that both effects would happen at once as the Machoke's body would freeze over. He would go over ...completely frozen. He couldn't seem to get out of situation as his entire body would go completely frozen in solid ice.
His eyes closed ....as he seemed to just shiver there.
The match ..was over as the Sailor would shout out loudly.
"WE submit."
His voice was booming. He didn't want to see his partner killed as he simply made the call.
With a simple nod of his head Raven would indicate his acceptance of the man's submission, gesturing for Genn to return to his side. He wouldn't recall the Steelix until the match had been officially called.
Pokemon: Steelix [M] Name & Level: Genn, Lv 10 [Temperament] Hasty Bio: Raven met with this Onix while making his way through Clockwork Cavern. An Area Guardian, his charge was evidently a Magnemite the boy had recently passed. Believing Raven a threat, the Onix attacked immediately. Raven seeing qualities he liked in the Pokemon, and after suffering some minor damage while battling against Fable, the Onix was quickly captured. An act he made no move to fight against. Quick to make his decisions, Genn rarely listens to Raven in battle, having chosen his next action before the child even has a moment to speak. Stats: HP: 38/38, PP: 29, ATK: 25, DEF: 43, SPD: 15, SP-ATK: 19, SP-DEF: 21 MOVES: - Rock Throw - Mud Sport - Ice Fang - Screech Held Item: Canary Feather EXP: 534/900
The man wouldn't waste any time as he would recall the pokemon back into it's pokeball. He would simply smile as he took that as a moment to recover his pokemon and to spare his partner's life.
He would then bow to him as he smiles lightly.
"I take it this means you are the winner."
And with that the crowd went completely wild.
Exp gained:
329
For Genn For Fable
Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 6:21 pm
[Fable EXP: 966/900]
Lv 10 --> Lv 11
[Genn EXP: 863/900]
Upon mention of the word 'winner' Genn would rear back, his maw opening wide for an ear splitting bellow...but the call would be cut short as Raven recalled the steely behemoth. As he clipped the Steelix's ball back upon his belt the boy would respond to his now former opponent "For now" He stated in a calm voice. No victory lasted forever. No 'win' was final. There would always be another challenge, another hurdle to overcome. With that in mind Raven would deliver a short, respectful bow towards the Sailor, then deliver another bow towards the crowd. It had been a good battle, as well as a good experience; though now he believed it was time to focus on his other Pokemon. Fable and Genn had come far during this Tournament, but he couldn't allow the rest of his Pokemon fall behind. It was time to rearrange the guard...though it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep a secret weapon on hand...just in case.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 11 [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: 5/32, PP: 25, ATK: 19, DEF: 17, SPD: 19, SP-ATK: 23, SP-DEF: 19 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 66/1000
Pokemon: Steelix [M] Name & Level: Genn, Lv 10 [Temperament] Hasty Bio: Raven met with this Onix while making his way through Clockwork Cavern. An Area Guardian, his charge was evidently a Magnemite the boy had recently passed. Believing Raven a threat, the Onix attacked immediately. Raven seeing qualities he liked in the Pokemon, and after suffering some minor damage while battling against Fable, the Onix was quickly captured. An act he made no move to fight against. Quick to make his decisions, Genn rarely listens to Raven in battle, having chosen his next action before the child even has a moment to speak. Stats: HP: 38/38, PP: 29, ATK: 25, DEF: 43, SPD: 15, SP-ATK: 19, SP-DEF: 21 MOVES: - Rock Throw - Mud Sport - Ice Fang - Screech Held Item: Canary Feather EXP: 863/900
The Announcer would take that time to take the field as the Sailor would only nod his acceptances and the man would come forth. He would bring with him ....something that was considered a rarity now days, but, it made sense that he would receive such a thing from a tournament.
"As the winner, Raven ....your rewards are few for the beginner tournament. The first reward."
The man would open a box with something that was indeed quite ancient in form or appearance ....a trainer's badge. The second thing he would be offer was for most trainers only a dream to ever revive ...a fossil, and not just any fossil at all but ...a Jaw fossil.
A pokemon badge...the Zephyr badge......was shown to the crowd before being delivered to the boy along with the fossil.
"Congratulation, champion. WE hope you come back next year to try for the higher ranking tournament and to defend your tournament. Your battles, your valor was something to be seen, and we thank you for your participation.
"Now everyone show this young trainer one more time .....our pride and encouragement for joining this tournament."
He would raise one hand high as fist as the stands roared with an affirmation and everyone copied.
"With that badge, you are now the pride of our city."
THen it was complete chaos of cheers, applauds, and even some whistles.
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 7:18 am
The boy's eyes shimmered at the sight of the badge, the barest chuckle appearing in his throat. An ironic, slightly hollow sound. It seemed that no matter where he went his heritage chose to follow. Better yet his first badge was not only from his native region, but the first of that region as well. A fact he only knew due to some particularly old books back at the manor. According to those same books about now would be when the trainer triumphantly held up the badge, proclaiming for all to hear that they had won the 'so and so' badge; this however wasn't exactly Raven's style. Once more as he had before the young trainer would give a polite bow before graciously accepting his prize. The fossil would immediately find itself being slid in to his satchel, shifted about slightly until he was certain of the relative safety of it's position. From there the Zephyr badge would be pinned to his cloak, just below and slightly to the left of the Ho-Oh shaped clasp. He'd wear it with pride.
This accomplished, Raven would once more turn to the crowd, giving a dramatic flourish of his cloak, allowing the badge to catch the light, and presenting a stage worthy bow. It was after this that the youth would depart the arena and the stadium, heading back toward the Pokemon Center. Fable would need healing after such fierce battles, and he needed to...attend to something.
Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M] Name & Level: Fable, Lv 11 [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: 5/32, PP: 25, ATK: 19, DEF: 17, SPD: 19, SP-ATK: 23, SP-DEF: 19 MOVES: - Fire Punch - Smokescreen - Iron Tail - Ember Held Item: Coal EXP: 66/1000
Pokemon: Steelix [M] Name & Level: Genn, Lv 10 [Temperament] Hasty Bio: Raven met with this Onix while making his way through Clockwork Cavern. An Area Guardian, his charge was evidently a Magnemite the boy had recently passed. Believing Raven a threat, the Onix attacked immediately. Raven seeing qualities he liked in the Pokemon, and after suffering some minor damage while battling against Fable, the Onix was quickly captured. An act he made no move to fight against. Quick to make his decisions, Genn rarely listens to Raven in battle, having chosen his next action before the child even has a moment to speak. Stats: HP: 38/38, PP: 29, ATK: 25, DEF: 43, SPD: 15, SP-ATK: 19, SP-DEF: 21 MOVES: - Rock Throw - Mud Sport - Ice Fang - Screech Held Item: Canary Feather EXP: 863/900
THe trip from there to the arena wasn't a long one, but Raven would find that he was now pretty much a celebrity as people would cheer at him, clap their hands, and there was a small child or two would would think to ask him for his autograph.
He had gain a bit of fame for this event, but, his was only the beginner round. He was easily over shadow by those would took on a much harder event ...as they smiled happily to themselves. Thought here was one who looked at Raven hard, and though for the moment she would turn her back on him ....it wasn't without a few mumbles underneath her breathe.
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 8:18 am
As he often did he best to do Raven would look forward, more figuratively than literally, but still he did his best not to directly respond to the cheering and applause. Instead he marched with purpose towards the Pokemon Center. This was his fifteen minutes of fame, and once a higher rank in the tournament had concluded it would be over. Simple as that. Raven had one thing and one thing alone on his mind. The fact that he'd for far too long been relying on Genn and pushing Fable to ensure the Charmander stayed strong...and in doing so he'd allowed the others to fall behind.
Entering the centre the boy would proceed directly to the PC. He wasn't entirely certain how these things worked, something about trainer ID's and some nonsense only the scientifically minded could manage to understand. Either way it would give him what he desired, a slight...rearrangement to his team. He'd considered sending Genn 'home', and it was quite possibly he would do so...but later. The Professor had made it clear the danger they were about to face, if he wanted to survivor it was best to bring the Steelix along just in case. Though he'd remain a last resort. He had enough Pokemon now to cover most of the benefits Genn provided in battle. Diabound had been brought for a reason, and he was reluctant to part with Siegfried so soon...his recently obtained Gligar certainly couldn't be left alone given what he'd seen in the dream world....and Fable need always remain at his side. So it seemed sending someone away was out of the question...but he could still take one back.
With that in mind the young trainer would operate the PC with the standard level of skill, calling upon his Riolu. When the young Fighting-Type's ball appeared, the methods of which raises questions he was unlikely to find answers to, the boy would clip it on to the very end of his belt before proceeding to the Pokemon Center's main counter. From there he would unclip the first ball on his belt and place it on the afore mentioned counter before politely stating "Excuse me, but I need my Charmander healed please" He stated, not actually sure if anyone was actually listening.
This time it was a man that would appear ....dress in the classic pink, he would ....have his hair slick back as he smiles lightly at them.
"So, you need your pokemon healed. I can do that for you ..the name...is Nurse James ...nice to meet you."
He would smile and actually give Raven a wink. He would tug just lightly at the tie that matched his pink suit as he lean over the counter and waited for the boy's answer. THis would probably be the most unusual of people to run into in this town, but he a man of his word.
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:25 am
"Raven, charmed I'm sure" The youth would reply, perhaps a bit more dryly then he had honestly intended. Pleasantries now aside the boy would gesture to the single ball which he had placed upon the counter, having failed to expect such introductions "Just the one Pokemon please. He took something of a beating from a Machoke" He explained with honesty. There was no shame in it, the Machoke had been quite powerful after all.
"Oh, so he is strapping like his trainer, Raven. So cool ......I wonder if he could handle a Machoke how he would feel about battling a Lucario?"
THe man was of course playing when made that suggestion. HE would take the pokeball from the counter a bit upset it hadn't been handed to him and place it on the machine as he waited for it to heal.
"I heard they had a tournament this year ...did you fight the Machoke there perhaps?"
The man would continue not liking the sound of silences in the room as he smiles playfully.
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:15 pm
"Yes as it happens I did take part...and I faced a Lucario as well, though with another of my team" Raven stated plainly, arching an eyebrow at the man before shifting his gaze to Fable's ball. This 'James' was beginning to give him the willies, along with filling him with a strong desire not to take his eyes off of his Pokemon in the man's presence. Maybe he was being overly cautious and suspicious....or maybe he should have made a run for it when the man entered the room.
"Yet it's nothing like having your pokemon take on the Lucario itself."
The machine behind him would chime as he would turn to get it.
"So, I take it you lost the competition then?"
He would ask as he went to retrieve it. Pokeball was in hand as waited for the answer the Charmander held out so that Raven could retrieve it him. The man made sure his fingers were locked so that Raven couldn't easily just snatch the pokeball from him.
A smile was on his lips.
Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:40 pm
No this man wasn't a creeper, not at all. Ignoring the slightly childish thought which had entered his mind the boy would reach out and latch on to the ball as best he could, he might not have been able to simple take it away and leave, but he certainly wasn't about to allow it to leave his grasp either. Of course this same thought caused his other hand to grasp his sword by the hilt rather than the pommel "As it happens actually I won. At least my division" Raven stated, remaining calm although his voice had a slight edge to it now. He very much doubted this man wasn't already aware of his victory. One reason being that the entire city seemed to know already, or it very much appeared so on his way here, and secondly he was donning the Zephyr Badge right out in the open...which in hindsight may not have been his wisest idea.
"A winner ...really ...so that makes you champion right?"
HE would ask as he felt Raven's grip. He would release then, as he would make it a point to rub his palm gently against Raven's. A soft sensual touch as he drew his hand back and would place it underneath his head as he smiles at him and gave a slight wink.
"I love strong boys ....wanna play? I have a Lucario."
He was definitely enjoying himself as Fable's pokeball was now grip by Raven alone. The man simply waiting for his answer as he made it a point to look him directly in the eyes.
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