Snowdrops
datadogie
Danyel
The Red Seelie
rush99999
Xiro Zean
Cu Chulainn
Alfhedil
Ojiro Mashirao
Gerlando
Byjerlfal City, SS Calliope
@XxFellsingxX@Savo@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y@Thayr@Pyromania99
“Gahaha, you guys have the steel to weather the toughest of storms, I’ll give you that!”
Amid the noise of the cruise liner guests, a boisterous, though gravely voice rang out high above the others. A small crowd had gathered on the top deck where one of the cruises' main attractions were - what else but an arena for pokemon battles. This wasn’t just any normal battle, however.
On one side, a Dhelmise.
In another, an Annihilape.
“Most folks aren’t prepared for Dhel here.” The owner of the voice, an older gentleman dressed in an old dark blue navy uniform. Long wind-swept hair white with age. “Good, a man needs to be prepared to face any wave out on the sea.”
“Your praise is unneeded, Sir Tuule. This was merely a whim for Annihilape. He was quite eager to test his mettle against a strong opponent. He is my only partner and under any other circumstances the outcome might be very different.” The opponent, a man dressed in highly traditional looking clothing, something that perhaps might be seen in Tohjo or Kantona.
“Don’t undersell yourself. Luck has gotten many a man through a gale. Now then, lad, I’ll be generous and let you have the first move.”
“Very well then. Annihilape, Rage fist!”
Annihilape let out a cry, an angry but focused growl as it leaped forward, fist glowing with ghostly fire -
“Heh…Dhelmise! Phantom force!”
The seconds before it made contact, Dhelmise simply vanished into the ether, the fist of the Annihilape missing entirely.
It wasn’t unusual to see people fighting aboard the ship. What was unusual…is that this was the Ship captain. A man by the name of Tuule…and also the Gym Leader of Rivenwall. His opponent was a trainer that they had picked up in Kantona after a brief stop over for the final leg of the journey.
The battle would last quite a while, neither side being able to get a decisive blow or being hit with a battle changing move. Dhelmise made good use of its moves - it lacked speed compared to its opponent but yet, it hit much harder and was able to take more blows. Annihilape though, was faster and was able to avoid most of Dhelmise slower moves.
“Gyro ball!”
“Tch-Annihilpe! Rage fist before it can finish the wind up-!” The monkey pokemon leaped towards the anchor, but the moment he did so, the anchor was launched, slamming right into the Annihilapes body and sending it flying out of the arena, and almost overboard into the sea below.
“...Humph. Good fight, but not good enough kid.” The captain chuckled, grabbing a walkie talkie from his coat. “Alright everyone! I hope you enjoyed the battle!” His voice echoed everyone over the ship, coming over through the PA system. “This is your Cpatain speaking! We’ll be pulling into port shortly! Everyone get ready to pack up and move out! If you need assistance, ask any of the crew! I’ll be out on deck.” Turning back to his opponent he’d offer a toothy grin. “What’s your name, anyway lad?”
And so the ship would pull into the port at Byjerlfal not too long later. Camphor asked those who were on the cruise to gather here at the dock and wait for one of her assistants - a woman by the name of Camilla - to meet them here to lead them to the lab.
Byjerlfal
City, Commercial District
@Crimson Flame@Theyra@Bartimaeus@VitaVitaAR
The airport was just as lively as the ship was though it was of a different excitement.
“Like seriously, have you ever thought about getting into the contest scene? You’ve got the perfect bod for it and that serious cool demeanor the guys will love.”
“Ma’am, I’m just the security you hired. I’d appreciate it if you kept the hands off.”
“Wo-ow. Re-jec-teeeeed. You know, most people would kill for an opportunity for me of all people to sponsor them, but here you are turning me down three times.” The woman in question was wearing a black and yellow dress, and somewhat eccentrically so. She looked more like she belonged home on a stage more than being at an airport.
“Ma’am, I’d ask you to stop being so loud before we draw attention to ourselves-” The other woman was dressed almost the exact opposite. A striped suit, long dark hair and a no nonsense, almost tired looking expression.
“Aw, and deny my wonderful fans a chance at an Autograph? Pfft, fat chance.”
“Ma’am, I am authorized to forcefully move you out of here and to the venue.”
“You’d use force against a delicate flower such as myself?”
“Yes. Excessive force.”
“Tch, you’re no fun, suit - ah. Well it looks like the fans found me.”
True as she said, a small crowd had gathered. A quick look at various posters and adverts in the plane terminal said something about the current round of contest finals being held in Byjerlfal - later today of all things! Aside from having the best of the best coordinators showing, the current Contest Star dubbed the ‘Dream of Byjerlfal’ was making an appearance herself - which was the woman now being swarmed by fans - the Bug Type gym leader of Honinngton by the name of Valarie.
The crowd was quickly growing and making it a small bit difficult to get out of the terminal. The security woman seemed less then amused and was seemingly questioning the life choices that led her to this exact moment.
Camphor had instructed all those that were coming from within the region to board a plane and be welcomed by one of her assistants. A woman by the name of Frieda. Even the one of you that were already living in Byjerlfal, she had instructed to meet up here first before heading to the lab.
The crowd was steadily growing. Above the crowd though, one could see a small sign being held up by what was a tiny little pair of arms that said 'Camphors Lab', though it was hard to see who was holding it up as they were now well past the steadily growing crowd of Valaries fans.
@XxFellsingxX@Savo@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y@Thayr@Pyromania99
“Gahaha, you guys have the steel to weather the toughest of storms, I’ll give you that!”
Amid the noise of the cruise liner guests, a boisterous, though gravely voice rang out high above the others. A small crowd had gathered on the top deck where one of the cruises' main attractions were - what else but an arena for pokemon battles. This wasn’t just any normal battle, however.
On one side, a Dhelmise.
In another, an Annihilape.
“Most folks aren’t prepared for Dhel here.” The owner of the voice, an older gentleman dressed in an old dark blue navy uniform. Long wind-swept hair white with age. “Good, a man needs to be prepared to face any wave out on the sea.”
“Your praise is unneeded, Sir Tuule. This was merely a whim for Annihilape. He was quite eager to test his mettle against a strong opponent. He is my only partner and under any other circumstances the outcome might be very different.” The opponent, a man dressed in highly traditional looking clothing, something that perhaps might be seen in Tohjo or Kantona.
“Don’t undersell yourself. Luck has gotten many a man through a gale. Now then, lad, I’ll be generous and let you have the first move.”
“Very well then. Annihilape, Rage fist!”
Annihilape let out a cry, an angry but focused growl as it leaped forward, fist glowing with ghostly fire -
“Heh…Dhelmise! Phantom force!”
The seconds before it made contact, Dhelmise simply vanished into the ether, the fist of the Annihilape missing entirely.
It wasn’t unusual to see people fighting aboard the ship. What was unusual…is that this was the Ship captain. A man by the name of Tuule…and also the Gym Leader of Rivenwall. His opponent was a trainer that they had picked up in Kantona after a brief stop over for the final leg of the journey.
The battle would last quite a while, neither side being able to get a decisive blow or being hit with a battle changing move. Dhelmise made good use of its moves - it lacked speed compared to its opponent but yet, it hit much harder and was able to take more blows. Annihilape though, was faster and was able to avoid most of Dhelmise slower moves.
“Gyro ball!”
“Tch-Annihilpe! Rage fist before it can finish the wind up-!” The monkey pokemon leaped towards the anchor, but the moment he did so, the anchor was launched, slamming right into the Annihilapes body and sending it flying out of the arena, and almost overboard into the sea below.
“...Humph. Good fight, but not good enough kid.” The captain chuckled, grabbing a walkie talkie from his coat. “Alright everyone! I hope you enjoyed the battle!” His voice echoed everyone over the ship, coming over through the PA system. “This is your Cpatain speaking! We’ll be pulling into port shortly! Everyone get ready to pack up and move out! If you need assistance, ask any of the crew! I’ll be out on deck.” Turning back to his opponent he’d offer a toothy grin. “What’s your name, anyway lad?”
And so the ship would pull into the port at Byjerlfal not too long later. Camphor asked those who were on the cruise to gather here at the dock and wait for one of her assistants - a woman by the name of Camilla - to meet them here to lead them to the lab.
Byjerlfal
City, Commercial District
@Crimson Flame@Theyra@Bartimaeus@VitaVitaAR
The airport was just as lively as the ship was though it was of a different excitement.
“Like seriously, have you ever thought about getting into the contest scene? You’ve got the perfect bod for it and that serious cool demeanor the guys will love.”
“Ma’am, I’m just the security you hired. I’d appreciate it if you kept the hands off.”
“Wo-ow. Re-jec-teeeeed. You know, most people would kill for an opportunity for me of all people to sponsor them, but here you are turning me down three times.” The woman in question was wearing a black and yellow dress, and somewhat eccentrically so. She looked more like she belonged home on a stage more than being at an airport.
“Ma’am, I’d ask you to stop being so loud before we draw attention to ourselves-” The other woman was dressed almost the exact opposite. A striped suit, long dark hair and a no nonsense, almost tired looking expression.
“Aw, and deny my wonderful fans a chance at an Autograph? Pfft, fat chance.”
“Ma’am, I am authorized to forcefully move you out of here and to the venue.”
“You’d use force against a delicate flower such as myself?”
“Yes. Excessive force.”
“Tch, you’re no fun, suit - ah. Well it looks like the fans found me.”
True as she said, a small crowd had gathered. A quick look at various posters and adverts in the plane terminal said something about the current round of contest finals being held in Byjerlfal - later today of all things! Aside from having the best of the best coordinators showing, the current Contest Star dubbed the ‘Dream of Byjerlfal’ was making an appearance herself - which was the woman now being swarmed by fans - the Bug Type gym leader of Honinngton by the name of Valarie.
The crowd was quickly growing and making it a small bit difficult to get out of the terminal. The security woman seemed less then amused and was seemingly questioning the life choices that led her to this exact moment.
Camphor had instructed all those that were coming from within the region to board a plane and be welcomed by one of her assistants. A woman by the name of Frieda. Even the one of you that were already living in Byjerlfal, she had instructed to meet up here first before heading to the lab.
The crowd was steadily growing. Above the crowd though, one could see a small sign being held up by what was a tiny little pair of arms that said 'Camphors Lab', though it was hard to see who was holding it up as they were now well past the steadily growing crowd of Valaries fans.