Lia Syuki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 9:06 am
Laia Nowell Viridian Division
- Battle Information - [Garnet the Misdreavus uses Icy Wind!]
What was his gambit? The male trainer's vague instruction had the sneasel rushing straight towards Garnet. She had a guess, based on the "under" part of the command, and most of her guess meant the misdreavus needed altitude. "Aerial assault, Garnet," the girl instructed. She might not have a bunch of fancy codes to use with her pokemon, but it wouldn't take a genius to realize what she wanted from her pokemon.
As much as Garnet enjoyed taunting dangerous pokemon by staying just in reach, the ghost had to admit that hadn't worked so well during this battle. >Oh fine, be boring,< the ghost grumbled as she floated higher. Once she felt she was high enough, she let loose another breath of ice and wind, hoping to do some real damage.
Watching the crumpled body of the Ponyta get reabsorbed by the familiar red light of their trainer's Pokeball, the male student with his hands in his pockets then noticed the little Vullaby dash over to him and began squawking away at their own victory."Mmf, beginner's luck. It's your fault I need to attend school now, you know." The exhausted voice of the boy rattled with regret to his pokemon, placing his hand over his tousled bangs to press onto his forehead. Fell simply made a little squawky chuckle, rubbing the back of her head with her wing then received a small pat on her head by the young boy who lowered himself to meet the little vulture's height. "You still did an excellent job, Fell, but I can't convince dear old Father that I'm a lost cause anymore." He murmured while being disappointed in himself and continued to pet the soft down feathers of the avian pokemon, then rose up from slowly.
"Thank you for all your crucial information, I will keep them all in mind next time I have to battle. I guess now I'll do what you instructed and 'mosey back to the Auditorium,' heh." Taking a step back over his front stepping foot, he politely placed his right hand over the left side of his chest and bowed in wholehearted gratitude then stood straight back up to walk his way to the place of registration. With his new partner by his side, the boy felt a stuffy feeling in his heart that now he was supposed to attend a school filled with students. Oh, the cruel fates must have mischievously put him up to this.
((Invi and her reclusive boi awaaaay to the registrationssss))
(18 - 9) + 5 (9 - cool = 15/2 = 7.5 = 8dmg) Speed, but not enough speed would have the Sneasel sliding underneath into actual attack. The wind full of icy thorns would slice into her face and chest as she would receive massive damage that would literally leave a bloody mess behind her as the traced her passing and pool on the floor as she dug her claws into the ground once she was behind the pokemon to stop her slide. They both knew what the attack would be, and though he would give the command it would almost be after the Sneasel's attack. Flying & ghost types are annoying, they tend to like to get out of range quickly, so time was of the grand importance as she bunch her legs underneath her to make the leap. "Storm, upper cut." he stated calmly.
The pokemon's attack was already in motion as her claws pulled into a fist as she drew her own body upwards ..losing only a fraction of her momentum in that turn. Her eyes on her opponent as a huge toothy grin appeared on her face. What goes up, will come down as she shot out her balled up claw sending it heavenward towards the Ghost type with ice seemingly to spike through the air between them as it threaten to hit with a icy punch.
Storm [Sneasel , Lv 2] Nature: Quirky Stats: HP: 1/14/PP:16/ATK:9/DEF:7/SPD:10/SP-ATK:7/SP-DEF:8 MOVES: Taunt, Leer, Ice Punch EXP to be gained: 84
Lia Syuki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11Total: 11 (1-20)
Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 9:48 am
Laia Nowell Viridian Division
- Battle Information - [Defense round! Garnet the Misdreavus counters with Icy Wind! Garnet takes 2 points of fatigue damage!]
As predicted, the sneasel tried to jump up after its quarry and finish the battle, but Garnet was ready for it. One more deep breath and the sneasel would yet again have to endure the icy winds. Didn't she actually need some of that air? Maybe, but she definitely needed the energy she was expending. She seemed to be wafting a bit more haphazardly as the gust reached its end. If the fight wasn's over... she couldn't risk expending herself this much again.
{{OoC: I think I'm doing the fatigue damage right, since she countered on her last defensive turn?}}
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 10:02 am
Lia Syuki
Yes, it's right. (11 - 3) + 5 (9 - cool = 14/2 = 7dmg) The attack would collide with the pokemon in mid-air. There was nothing that she could do as the ice that had formed around her fist was blow away and she was engulf in a cold wind that cut and shredded. When the Sneasel's body would hit the flood blood would stream from it's wounds into the floor. It's foot twitching as it's life was draining out of it's injuries. The Sneasel was completely unconscious, but if she didn't receive medical treatment soon it would be worst than simply unconscious. This battle was over as the boy would calmly recall his pokemon. He would say nothing, but simply turn around ...as a robotic voice would announce the victory.
"CONGRATULATIONS on your victory. Welcome to Akumu Academy, you must now finished your registration process, please check at the Auditorium for what you do next and continue from there."
Storm [Sneasel , Lv 2] Nature: Quirky Stats: HP: -6/14/PP:16/ATK:9/DEF:7/SPD:10/SP-ATK:7/SP-DEF:8 MOVES: Taunt, Leer, Ice Punch EXP to be gained: 84
[19-6] + 5] + [9-9] = 18 DMG! Batman is at -3 HP! Atiena accomplished a one hit KO! Atiena gained 69 EXP! Feel free to make your exit post and head to post your profile!
The male blinked once, his face still completely blank. Kid said he knows how to battle? That was fine. He was a bit rash, wasn't it? Upon the trainer pulling out a guitar....well odder things had happened in this room before. A musician as a trainer? Wow, this kid's future was looking bleak."Let's begin, Batman." he said before dropping the pokeball and a red light flashed.
The Gligar was hovering in the air, wearing a black cape. ">A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hadn’t ended.<" the bat pokemon stated in a deep gravelly voice. As the Murkrow dropped to try and Peck him, what else could the Gligar do but try to move swiftly to the side to avoid it! It was a more half-hearted attempt considering the pokemon had tried attacking before he was even out of the pokeball!
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In one blow, the Murkrow landed such a strong Peck that the Gligar didn't stand a chance. The pokemon hit the ground hard with a sickening crunch. Blood oozed from his chest as it was obvious the pokemon was unconscious. It would seem this new trainer did know how to battle. The boy would return his Gligar to the pokeball and then give a dismissive shrug to kid with his guitar before walking off back into the darkness.
A robotic voice would congratulate the duo and then tell them that they were ready to go on their way!
Batman [Gligar, Lv 2] Nature: Brave Stats: HP: -3/15/PP:18/ATK:8/DEF:9/SPD:8/SP-ATK:7/SP-DEF:8 MOVES: Poison Sting, Agility, Metal Claw EXP to be gained: 69
Garnet let out an amused giggle as the sneasel fell to the ground, bloody and unconscious. She was practically giddy as she practically tasted the sweet combination of helplessness and the fear of death from the dark type. Before she could enjoy her potential meal, though, the trainer at the other side of the room recalled the downed pokemon with a beam of red light, stealing away the ghost's buffet. "Kehehe, serves your right for hesitating," the misdreavus' trainer chided as Garnet whimpered quietly and floated close to the girl.
Both were slightly surprised by the voice coming from... Somewhere. Probably some speakers hidden in the dark corners or something. The trainer emitted a light groan as she heard the message. "Great... More paperwork... Boooriiiing..." the girl complained as she made her way out of the room, her misdreavus wafting along around her. Quite literally around, as she seemed unable to make up her mind where, exactly, to position herself and just kept looping the girl as they made their way through the school.
- Exit to Auditorium, followed by PokeLot Acquisition - [?/?]
{{OoC: Name fix because I suddenly realized the first and last names had their intended first letters swapped. XD I blame the machines!}}
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 3:46 pm
The boy was completely oblivious of who his target was, if his opponent hadn't called out his Gligar then the Murkrow would have target the trainer instead. After all, the male had asked him if he was ready to battle, so of course ...the musician had figured the kid was actually ready right then and there to battle. He had literally given him until the end of the intro to call out his pokemon otherwise, they would simply attack him as their opponent.
It wasn't like he was told that a pokémon battle had to have two pokemon in it.
Thus, there was no such thing as mercy or at the moment anything in his world view as he continued to play even after the pokemon was recalled and the voice announced him the winner.
The song tempo gaining speed once the intro ended and the Murkrow was back in the air would seem to twirl her victory in tune with the song. The boy still haven't noticed the battle had ended was playing his song without a single pause.
"Now Well! We need through this! The world is totally unclear. Here is no truth left in a total overkill. It's like a party and everybody's lost their god-damned mind.
Until it breaks,.... we're stuck in our place. Imprison by our decision, but I feel myself rising What can night bring? What is it you asking for? None will answer."
It was on that verse that he finally realized that the battle was over and his song would come to a abrupt end as he declares in the same singing voice.
"Where did everyone go?"
The croaking caw of his Murkrow would follow his confusion. He had literally won a battle on a single hit, and without really paying much attention to the battle at all as he would puff out his anger. Then he would simply take the weapon and place it back in it's sheath on his back. A massive instrument seemed to almost disappear into the thing on his back.
"Everyone is a bloody critic."
He growls out as he held his arm out as the Murkrow would and back on it. He would only guess that his opponent fleeing meant that he had won as he turns and head back towards the auditorium. It was time for them to figure out what to do next.
During times of great stress, a person's mind often focuses on mundane details in an attempt to relieve itself of the looming burden that threatens to crush them. This is probably why, upon entering this "Battle Room", all Himiko could feel was the urge to get some cleaning solution and scrub the bloodstains off the walls. It wouldn't have been hard, chlorine, bleach, sponges, some cold water, and a few hours to get to work sounded positively lovely right about now. The dilapidated state of this foyer-c**-metaphorical furnace didn't exactly surprise her. Team Rocket may have prided itself on power, but why go out of your way to the fresh meat, many of whom would no doubt wash out before the year was out? But given how frequently the elders assigned Himiko to cleaning duty, she took note of such trivialities quickly.
Her heart pounded quickly as well, to the point she could have it was trying to escape her chest. Just because she looked outwardly calm-- mouth set in a thin line, holding as still as she could manage, gaze set firmly ahead into the darkness-- didn't mean she could ignore the way her stomach lunched with every passing moment. She felt moreso than saw the vision around her eye starting to grow fuzzy. At least the bloodstains could probably mask the--?
The Salandit at her ankle (her devious temperament allowed her more leeway than she probably deserved) nudged her trainer's ankle with a slightly-smoking snout. Not yet biting time, but... eh, her trainer could handle this. Probably.. And what she couldn't, Ai could.
Himiko started visibly, but kept herself from squeaking. (Dimly, she thanked the stars she was alone; if anyone had heard her make that sound, let alone--!) Glancing down at her more relaxed Pokemon, she gave a small, strained smile and nodded. Time to bite the bullet... this assignment may not have been her choice, but her family's honor lay on the line.
... or at least, their ego.
(She squashed that thought as well. Sarcasm was unbecoming of any member of the Kawami family, let alone one as low and insignificant as herself..)
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eye and exhaled slowly, delibrately letting her shoulders drop. "Hello?" she called out to the darkness, and held back a smile when she realized not a single syllable wavered in the empty air. "I was instructed to come here as a part of my induction. Is this the correct place?"
"Hello, is this the right spot? NO sire, no sire...yes, ma'am..yes ma'am ...where are we?"
A voice would declare to her answer as a figure would appear out of the darkness. A man dressed in a tall hat with strange orange hair that seems to go in all directions underneath the hat would turn and bow to her.
"Welcome to the battle room, Get out!"
He would shout quite loudly at the end before reaching into his sleeve and pulling out a kettle.
Shaking his other hand, he would produce a cup of tea.
"So, what do you want? Why are you here? Do you know what to do? Do you need help in battling ...or ...have you come to take it all?"
This man spoke in nothing but riddles as he waited for her answer. His purplish pin stripe suit looked quite odd, and his eyes was a strange sort of blue. This was not a normal person in the slightest, and from the darkness his partner pokemon would appear as well.
It's eyes always in a twirl, in a dizzy, or a tizzy. It was none other than a Spinda as the pokemon would do a quite twist of it's body to make sure it wasn't missed. Now where had them come from was a question for another day, considering that you couldn't see a door anywhere in the room. Yet, there they was, pokemon and trainer and both was waiting for an answer to their very odd sort of questions.
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If this was a disorientation tactic, it wasn't exactly bearing fruits. Himiko watched the strange man stoicly, resisting the urge to tilt her head the side like Eikichi's idiot Growlithe. How odd! And oddly non-threatening, given Rocket's reputation. Perhaps she didn't think she posed enough of a threat? Oh, the eccentric fellow may have unsettled her, but only because Himiko valued order as a creature of routine. Routine felt safe, gave structure, and as something who's very existsence caused a rift in a home where she should have been safe... routine was something she needed.
But that didn't mean she couldn't parse this man's idiosyncrasies. She respectfully gave him a shallow, hands followed low in front of her body. While she'd never been officially taught etiquette, she'd picked up a few things from her cousins of a higher social standing. (A brief flash of trying to get him to follow instructions, intractable as a Mudbray and twice as prone to getting into messy situations, but with a smile that could..)
(Focus, Himiko, focus. You're alone.)
"Greetings," she said, pointedly neglecting to address some of his stranger sentiments. "I wish to join Akumu Academy, and therefore I'm here to fight. I..." Here she hestiated, resisting the urge to fidget, hands gripping one another so hard her knuckles turned white. Still, she kept her gaze fixed on the man. "I would appreciate a tutorial, if you are offering, as I'm not particularly skilled in the realm of fighting." There was the rub; she hated the idea of admitting weakness, especially to a stranger, but her piecemeal education, stealing fragments and snippets like she was a common thief, meant very little. There was no shame in learning, right? "A tutorial and a battle, sir." she reiterated, trying to keep her voice from shaking... and pointedly ignoring her Pokemon.
For Ai had apparently decided the right idea was to dance up to the Spinda, twirling her tail like it was the train of a strange ballgown, and it was very hard for Himiko to angst think while her Pokemon appeared to be trying to court the spotted beast.
Despite the tile floor, not a single sound would echo down the hall as a youth strode forward. In fact there was no noise at all as he stepped forth, each one painstakingly deliberate, yet seemingly so natural you'd never guess. Stealth was an art he'd gone through great pains to master, for better and for worse. The boy was like a ghost as he moved towards the Battleroom, and not just because of his pale skin and hair. He would have almost have been a shadow, a wraith fading in and out of existence, there but not....were it not for the Darumaka on his shoulder, sporting a pair of baby blue boxer shorts like a crown upon his head. Where on earth Happosai had obtained these unmentionables was anyone's guess, but it was probably better not to ask. Instead he would simply utter with a sigh "Must you?"
Happosai's response would come in the form of a broadening grin, an expression which seemed to scream the word Yes.
Again the youth would audibly sigh. He'd tried to teach the Pokemon the move 'Thief' back when he'd still cared about his intended role. A useful skill for a proper ninja. This had been the result. All attempts to curb the habit since had met with failure, and many of his clan had taken to wearing rather elaborate undergarments, or in some cases none at all, as a counter measure. They'd likely be glad he was gone for that one reason...well...once they noticed he was gone at least. He'd made sure to leave no trace, like a properly ninja...ugh.
In the hopes of distracting himself from these thoughts, both the embarrassment that was his companion, and the undesirable series of thoughts that were his former life, the lad would take stock of his surroundings as he entered the 'Battleroom'. Completely empty...unless you counted the blood stains. Concerning given he'd been tailing someone, and he was almost certain they'd come through this door, and what sort of name was Battleroom anyway? Bit on the nose if you asked him. Subtle as a garbage fire, unlike those trained in the way of the Ninja...granted, wanting to escape that was exactly why he was here wasn't it?
Well in the spirit of that, he supposed it was time to do something decidedly un-ninja like. Announce himself. Loudly.
"HELLO? I WAS INSTRUCTED TO ARRIVE HERE!" He shouted, and since there was no visible risk to it "MY NAME IS MUJINA KAWAKAMI!" At least he didn't think there was any risk to it. He didn't see his target, and the room wasn't exactly large. Jeeze, less than a day away and his skills were already slipping. Was he happy or upset about that?
The man would declare at the girl as he would bow to her and flip his hat from his head to let it bounce along his arms to his finger tips.
"Your choice is obscure, but I shall do my best to not meet your expectations."
He would declare to her as he sat back up and glare at his Spinda. Claws that haven't seem possible moments before had erupted fro the pokemon's paws, shimmering a violet color that bordered on pink more than purple as it met it's trainer's eye and let them disappear. The salandit had come to court, but, you can't judge a pokemon by it's trainers actions nor should one let down their guard to a stranger. For this Spinda had decided to court with a bloody dance, but, that had been postpone simply because of her response.
"Let's see how to not explain, oh ...let's make it hard, first a pokemon battle is a life or death affair to decide which pokemon attack first ...speed is not the thing to rely on."
"If your pokemon is slower than mine than it's not normal for you to defend. Which means, you tell your pokemon to dodge the attack coming at it, and if you fail you take damage depending on how well my pokemon hit yours."
The man would declare as his Spinda this time would bow properly to the Salandit and then stand very still as both his stats and the Salandit would appear on the wall behind them. He straighten up and smiled with a mouth that seemed to be filled with nothing but sharp teeth and then showed off his claws as he smiled openly, before shaking his arms twice and making both disappear as the pokemon once again looked harmless with both teeth and claws seemingly to disappear.
It's eyes in a tizzy didn't look menacing at all, but this pokémon was showing off that such a assumption was a foolish one when dealing with strange pokemon.
"Though, you have an completely normal attack called Fake out on your pokemon. If you choose not to use it, you will attack first despite the speed....always make my pokemon flinch, if it hit, but you can only use it one time and it's quite powerful. Using it now might be wrong, but once again, that is your choice ...because whether you attack or not with that move, my pokemon shall strike.
Do not watch out for his strike...use Tackle."
The Spinda would lunge at that moment at the Salandit. It would seem that the battle had in fact started.
{Speed generally determines who attacks first in a battle. In this battle, my speed is faster, which means my pokemon attacks first and you have to defend. The battles here generally work turn based with two phase, one phase you attack and the next you defend. Using any moves, is considered a attack.
So in this case:
Defend, but since you have the move fake out, you can choose to attack with that move only. So if you choose to you use it, my own attack will be interrupted and my pokemon would be forced to flinch.
Your attack will automatically be successful.
Whether you choose to defend/or attack, success of the hit, is based on the dice roll...it's a one 1dice -20sided roll. The biggest number wins.
If you use fake out, the dice roll is necessary, because it doesn't automatically hit but it does automatically flinches.)
While, Kawakami was being silent and steatlhy his opponent would seemed to appear with an explosion of color. A woman would jump upon the scene from out of no where as she did a forward roll and lands on her overlarge feet. Dressed in a hot yellow color with the reddish wig/hair and the white make-up, it was obvious who she was ...a clown.
A very interesting clown as she laughs loudly.
"Welcome to the battle room, so you are here to play or learn?" "Oh you look so serious ...are you in cosplay, or do you just wanna play?"
She giggled at her own unfunny joke.
"Now, seriously ...seriously, I am here for you final test, so how do you want to approach this. Do you need me to teach you a few things, or do you want to go straight to battle."
Brian walked into the Battle Room, his senses on high alert. He'd been given instructions to come here so that he could battle to find out if he was truly ready to join the Academy. He was hoping his first opponent would be at least somewhat easy to beat, though he wasn't counting on it. He stepped into a large room and looked around, hoping to be able to sense someone's presence, though at the moment, there was no one but himself there. At least I'll get a chance to see how battles work around here, he thought. "Is anyone here?" he called to the seemingly empty room. "I was told to come here for a battle!" He was ready to get this battle over with, so that he could move on to the next stage if he wound up winning.
Garnet ⇩
Brian walked into the Battle Room, his senses on high alert. He'd been given instructions to come here so that he could battle to find out if he was truly ready to join the Academy. He was hoping his first opponent would be at least somewhat easy to beat, though he wasn't counting on it. He stepped into a large room and looked around, hoping to be able to sense someone's presence, though at the moment, there was no one but himself there.