@Rune_Alchemist@Pirouette
So, since the two presented their whole teams for one another…
So, it’s a battle in front of the Pokémon Center. Battles in towns happens, so nobody’s going to mind assuming they’re not breaking any of the surrounding buildings or hitting any passerbys. The road that they’re fighting on is mostly ground that has been beaten to an even dust by centuries of people walking on it, with plenty of grass around the buildings around and all around the houses are the trees of Stillwood Village, stretching up high around them and creating a rooftop with their stretching crowns high above, the air rich in the scent of forest and spores… or the heavy smell of Gloom depending on how Ralia put her back down. That aside, the villagers and Pokémon might stop to watch the two because they’re curious on the battle in the middle of the street, always interesting to see.
Anyways,
Pokémon Trainer Claire
With the natural speed advantage, considering Eep was more or less etched to the ground, Del definitely got off that Harden albeit it did give Eep some time to prepare his own move, and Del was then intending to charge in with Poison Sting. What did Erika command?
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@Joshua Tamashii@Eklispe
Amelia and Dawkin noted the individuals around, dressed in fairly casual clothes with the exception for the girl in a dress, but they were unmistakably adults with a mission in mind. When Dawkin asked his quite reasonable question, most of them kept silent, but the girl with the Seviper turned to him and spoke quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.
‘There are reasons to keep one’s eyes on Angelique when she walks through a populated area. Believe me when I say you’d be happier not knowing. Move along,’ she said, before peeking past the wall she was hiding behind in Angelique’s direction, otherwise keeping quiet.
Meanwhile, at the actual confrontation.
The young man, after having listened to what Angelique said, stepped forward to grab the neck of the ghost-trainer’s clothes when she turned to leave. She didn’t move very quickly, so it was easy for him to catch up. He reached for the neck and made the motion to grab, only to find that his hand went right throu-
Amelia felt a sudden flare of spectral activity all around Angelique, curling along her body, and the sensation of a powerful blast resounded from the site of the battle along with a wave of something, the same kind of energy she had picked up on that Angelique had been communicating with her Pokémon with. The blast was accompanied by the actual sound of a physical blast, making all the surrounding peeking trainers flinch and ready their Pokéballs.
For the young man, said blast was a wave of black energy, suddenly shot out from where his hand had approached, rather violently repelling him and potentially causing him to stagger as he couldn’t possibly have been ready for that. Angelique staggered a few steps forward from the force of the same blast as well, her back towards him as she fought to maintain balance. There was a sudden convergence of power from Angelique, small purple spirits surging across the surface of her clothes to gather at her neck, right where the young man’s hand had attempted to grab her.
The spirits started spinning at her nape, spinning and forming a disk of purple spiritual energy with green larger spirits circling, before a ghostly face took shape in the middle. Now, obviously the young man knew this Pokémon. He also knew the move that had targeted his hand, as it was the same one Greninja had used just a bit ago. Dark Pulse. Except, it had been far less controlled, and seemingly shot out on pure reflex in response to an unexpected event.
The Pokémon at Angelique’s neck spun its spirits and announced its name at him.
‘Spiritooooooomb~’
… Except, the Spiritomb had no Odd Keystone, which was usually a staple for the Pokémon’s formation. Instead, it appeared to be linked directly to Angelique.
‘… … …’ Angelique had stopped, standing still at the place she had staggered to, not turning around to look at him.
‘… Don’t do that,’ she simply said with a passive voice, before slowly placing one foot before the other and continuing her slow walk away from the scene. Spiritomb sat on the back of her clothes looking at him still. If she was let to walk, the Spiritomb would eventually disperse, the many spirits comprising the Pokémon scattering to surge about Angelique’s body briefly before seemingly vanishing. Cofagrigus and Trick Room still hovered in the air, the former considerably more alert and with a more serious look in its eyes after having let a stranger lay a hand on its trainer, glaring at the young man.
… Any particular actions?
So, since the two presented their whole teams for one another…
So, it’s a battle in front of the Pokémon Center. Battles in towns happens, so nobody’s going to mind assuming they’re not breaking any of the surrounding buildings or hitting any passerbys. The road that they’re fighting on is mostly ground that has been beaten to an even dust by centuries of people walking on it, with plenty of grass around the buildings around and all around the houses are the trees of Stillwood Village, stretching up high around them and creating a rooftop with their stretching crowns high above, the air rich in the scent of forest and spores… or the heavy smell of Gloom depending on how Ralia put her back down. That aside, the villagers and Pokémon might stop to watch the two because they’re curious on the battle in the middle of the street, always interesting to see.
Anyways,
Pokémon Trainer Claire
Pokémon Trainer Erika
With the natural speed advantage, considering Eep was more or less etched to the ground, Del definitely got off that Harden albeit it did give Eep some time to prepare his own move, and Del was then intending to charge in with Poison Sting. What did Erika command?
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@Joshua Tamashii@Eklispe
Amelia and Dawkin noted the individuals around, dressed in fairly casual clothes with the exception for the girl in a dress, but they were unmistakably adults with a mission in mind. When Dawkin asked his quite reasonable question, most of them kept silent, but the girl with the Seviper turned to him and spoke quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.
‘There are reasons to keep one’s eyes on Angelique when she walks through a populated area. Believe me when I say you’d be happier not knowing. Move along,’ she said, before peeking past the wall she was hiding behind in Angelique’s direction, otherwise keeping quiet.
Meanwhile, at the actual confrontation.
The young man, after having listened to what Angelique said, stepped forward to grab the neck of the ghost-trainer’s clothes when she turned to leave. She didn’t move very quickly, so it was easy for him to catch up. He reached for the neck and made the motion to grab, only to find that his hand went right throu-
Amelia felt a sudden flare of spectral activity all around Angelique, curling along her body, and the sensation of a powerful blast resounded from the site of the battle along with a wave of something, the same kind of energy she had picked up on that Angelique had been communicating with her Pokémon with. The blast was accompanied by the actual sound of a physical blast, making all the surrounding peeking trainers flinch and ready their Pokéballs.
For the young man, said blast was a wave of black energy, suddenly shot out from where his hand had approached, rather violently repelling him and potentially causing him to stagger as he couldn’t possibly have been ready for that. Angelique staggered a few steps forward from the force of the same blast as well, her back towards him as she fought to maintain balance. There was a sudden convergence of power from Angelique, small purple spirits surging across the surface of her clothes to gather at her neck, right where the young man’s hand had attempted to grab her.
The spirits started spinning at her nape, spinning and forming a disk of purple spiritual energy with green larger spirits circling, before a ghostly face took shape in the middle. Now, obviously the young man knew this Pokémon. He also knew the move that had targeted his hand, as it was the same one Greninja had used just a bit ago. Dark Pulse. Except, it had been far less controlled, and seemingly shot out on pure reflex in response to an unexpected event.
The Pokémon at Angelique’s neck spun its spirits and announced its name at him.
‘Spiritooooooomb~’
Pokédex Entry #442 – Spiritomb, the Forbidden Pokémon. A Pokémon formed by a multitude of spirits bound together by an Odd Keystone. They were bound into the fissure of the stone with a dark spell many years ago as punishment for their mischief and misdeeds. If freed, it is known to be as aggressive and mischievous as ever.
… Except, the Spiritomb had no Odd Keystone, which was usually a staple for the Pokémon’s formation. Instead, it appeared to be linked directly to Angelique.
‘… … …’ Angelique had stopped, standing still at the place she had staggered to, not turning around to look at him.
‘… Don’t do that,’ she simply said with a passive voice, before slowly placing one foot before the other and continuing her slow walk away from the scene. Spiritomb sat on the back of her clothes looking at him still. If she was let to walk, the Spiritomb would eventually disperse, the many spirits comprising the Pokémon scattering to surge about Angelique’s body briefly before seemingly vanishing. Cofagrigus and Trick Room still hovered in the air, the former considerably more alert and with a more serious look in its eyes after having let a stranger lay a hand on its trainer, glaring at the young man.
… Any particular actions?
