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AchronumArdanata “Dana” Stamos
France || Headquarters || May 14th, Dusk
The aquatic setup was simple enough: the field had been replaced with a pool, which was sprinkled with platforms secured by metal poles to the bottom of the pool. Roughly split fifty-fifty between platform and open water, the field seemed like the normal aquatic battle setup, and Dana’s Clefable jumped onto the platform with ease.
On the other side of the field, Tiffany released her Sharpedo, which immediately disappeared into the water below. While the water-type had the advantage of choosing when it wanted to initiate the attack, it had the disadvantage of having to surface first—an action that would allow Dana’s Clefable a sure hit, since Disarming Voice guaranteed a hit against any opposing Pokemon approaching, especially to land a physical attack like Sharpedo were best equipped to deal.
When it surfaces, leaving the water to attack, Clefable will send it rolling back with a Disarming Voice, hitting it back into the water or onto another mat. Dana glanced at the water, which—though crystal clear—would not be helpful in this particular battle.
“Minimize,” Dana said. Her Clefable waved her hands, shrinking in size so that the platform she was on dwarfed her even more.
On the biggest platform, it’s just a waiting game, Dana thought. And if the Sharpedo doesn’t get back into the water quickly, it’ll get knocked out with a Sing.
@Balthazar007 Clefable — Disarming Voice (then Sing, followed by Wake-up Slap if necessary) > Sharpedo.
Camden Montero
France || Paris Proper || May 14th, Dusk
“You did good, Ruby,” Camden said, returning his Pokemon with a sigh before pasting on a smile and turning to the approaching Victor. “Good job there, Lutz. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think I could win anyway, but it was a good match. Learned useful tips—like the fact that Voltorb don’t need Explode to be scary.”
“You got that right,” Lutz said, shaking Camden’s offered hand. “And I’m not going to lose next time either.”
“Well, you got one thing right,” Camden said with a grin, “and it’s that there will be a next time. See you around, Lutz.”
France || Paris Proper || May 14th, Night
“Hey there, you two alright?” Camden asked, checking over his Pokemon after he’d released them. They both seemed to be in pristine condition, although Ruby was again looking a bit dejected.
“Rubs, stop feeling bad about losing. The League’s just a way for us to train.”
Ruby looked at Camden gloomily, nodding. Beside him, Thea rolled her eyes, uttering a sound along the lines of a sigh.
She’s got an attitude, Camden thought, almost pleased. Sure having a Pokemon who was willing to challenge authority every now and then wasn’t the best, but sometimes attitude was the edge needed to win in shows. If anything, his high school theater class had taught him that personality did matter, even if less so than practice. However, it had to be carefully tempered to make the most out of it; the correct work ethic and mentality polish any strone, and none would shine more brightly than a diamond if refined correctly.
“Alright, let’s wrap up and call it a day,” Camden said quickly when his Pokemons’ conversation heated up. If Ruby and Thea’s brusque tones said anything to the meaning behind their exchange, Camden knew this wouldn’t be the last time he played mediator.
“Night, Thea, Ruby,” he said, turning off the lamp and throwing the room into darkness.