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Post by Wrath on Apr 19, 2009 12:14:59 GMT -5
The Man was looking at him. The borderline cruel authority in that dark gaze made the hair on the back of Paul’s neck stand up. He felt as if a pokemon had used Mean Look on him, and he was unable to move.
It. Was. Amazing.
Resisting the sudden urge to drop to his knees and worship the Man, Paul instead held his ground, returning Giovanni’s stare with one of his own cold ones. His emotionless, almost disinterested scowl remained in place, even though behind it, Paul’s mind was spinning. He wanted to be more like the Man! He wanted to be able to freeze people with a look! But most of all, Paul wanted the power that radiated off the Man in spades. The deep lust for Gio power shone through in his eyes as he stared at the Man. But then Paul was freed from that commanding gaze, and it switched to the boy next to him. And then Giovanni began to speak. Paul could barely understand, but he knew enough to realize that the Man was telling off the redhead bad. His lips curled into an amused smirk. He wished he could talk like that! As if Gio’s aura had some sort of magnetic effect on him, Paul found himself leaning slightly closer to him. Not enough to attract much attention, but just enough.
And then, irritatingly enough, the redhead spoke to him. The insult, which might normally have sent him into a tantrum, seemed to have no effect. As of now, Paul’s nerves had been rather frayed. First he had been forced by his brother to take part in a contest, next he had received the weak little Reeper, and then he had literally ran into Blondie, and then the redhead. None of this had put him in a very good mood. But Paul’s temper had slowly dribbled away when Giovanni had shown up.
“I give respect to those I believe deserve it. Surely you’re not suggesting it’s preferable to go through life being an insolent little pest all the time? I wouldn’t be callin’ me pathetic,” [/b] Paul growled in response to the redhead’s insult. His tone was bored, and his eyes half-lidded, as if he were deigning to address a speck of dirt on his shoe rather than another human being. And his words were uncharacteristically intelligent. Well, at the very least, they sounded fancier than ‘Shut up, bitch’ or ‘Screw you, asshole’. It was as if Giovanni’s presence had already rubbed off on Paul.
Then he realized the Man was addressing both of them. Follow him? At this point, Paul was so infatuated he might have followed him to the end of the region. Fortunately, this was unnecessary, as Gio began to move towards the Gym. Paul showed none of the hesitation the redhead was showing. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Paul slouched after Giovanni immediately, not so much as glancing back.
But then Blondie called his name. Considering how disinterested he had been in response to Silver’s insults, it was surprising how quickly he reacted to Damion calling him. He didn’t shoot around immediately, but he did pause in following Gio, looking back at the blond over his shoulder. He stared at him a moment. Of course he was following Giovanni! The question suggested he had a choice in the matter, and was therefore so preposterous, Paul didn’t give a verbal reply. But Damion sounded different now then when he spoke normally.
He sounded nervous and confused. It was….the word endearing came into Paul’s mind, much to his chagrin. He couldn’t be thinking things like that! He had to follow Giovanni! But Blondie said something else, and he looked even more…endearing…when he did. Paul turned sideways so he could better look at Damion, his face betraying no emotion, but his bored eyes opened completely.
“Then come, Blondie,” [/b] Paul said simply. With that, he turned back and continued to follow Giovanni. Damn, that straightforward statement was probably going to get him in trouble with the Man. Would Giovanni punish him? Paul sure hoped so. Either way, when it came to being near Damion, Paul found himself not caring what Giovanni said or did to him.
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Post by Dragon on Apr 19, 2009 22:33:11 GMT -5
The doors to Viridian Gym were pushed open with a flourish, Giovanni providing ample space for his companion to make her way through and into the large interior. By now, Persian had been waiting patiently at the entrance, curved tail flicking this way and that in anxious frustration as she observed the actions of present parties. For a pokémon, the feline was incredibly intelligent and seemed to understand her Master's way of dealing with others -- business was concluded only when he deemed it so and not a moment earlier.
Upon Giovanni's entrance to the building (under no visual action taken by his actual person), rows of bright, florescent lights immediately cascaded into being from one end of the space to the other. The interior, simply put, was massive. Reinforced walls of steel rose to the ceiling, beams neatly supported around the structure of a raised roof adaptive to the use of flying pokémon. Steel continued along the floor until meeting with a large, central battle area, ground giving way to thick patches of natural earth. Dirt and rock scattered across the marked boundaries, it was apparent that the space was well-broken in and several areas had been refilled from some unexplainable natural disaster. Spectator seating was limited yet snugly placed against the side of one Gym wall, one or two unlabeled doorways near the back that did not seem to take away from the building's more than impressive build. No trainer would be allowed to enter such areas in any event -- Giovanni saw to that personally.
Once all parties present had entered the building, Giovanni turned around and crossed his arms over his wide chest. Dark eyes followed over each and every trainer, coming to rest slowly (and with great relish) upon the pair who would be taking part in this endeavor. His head nodding slightly towards the spectator area, explanations entitled to the man as a Gym Leader began with confidence anew. "Your companions are free to view the battle from that area. This will be an unofficial match according to personal request and my acknowledgment of such as the Leader of this Gym -- two against one in a double battle royal, no time limit." With a smile proposing something quite amusing on his part, the man added after a moment, "And with one important restriction on the participants."
At this statement, Giovanni held up one hand to immediately stifle whatever confusion or argument might be given. "Do not attempt to question my judgment in this matter, for answers will be revealed in due time. While it is apparent you possess some degree of battle finesse, in your current states --" His eyes narrowed in triumph. "You could not hope to defeat me. Therefore, I propose an equilibrium of sorts."
Opening a small panel in the wall, fingers worked quickly to enter a short combination. A resulting -click- of approval was given with a small platform rising up and out of a large hole in the ground several feet away and in front of the battle grounds. Upon the pedestal rested four identical looking poké balls. "For this match, you will choose one of my own reserve pokémon. They are all well trained and will respond to your commands without fail. If you are able to come away from this victorious...you may keep the pokémon used as your own. There is no penalty for failure." Ah, but that statement was such a lie -- his good judgment would be lost forever. These two boys held such potential -- they just needed to proper motivation to show it.
Striding over with little effort towards the pedestal, Giovanni stood before the boys with bright eyes and an eager grin. Persian sat near his side, glancing up at her Master with a short yowl before expanding her observations towards the trainers.
"Shall we begin?" Make your choice.
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Post by Banette on Apr 23, 2009 16:48:02 GMT -5
Using reserve Pokemon, he didn't particularly mind. Being in the same room with Giovanni, he was beginning to tolerate. Though being paired with the testosterone-brain...
That was just plain cruel.
Well, he wasn't the one calling the shots quite yet, and therefore, he decided he was just going to have to deal with it. Without a word, he stepped forward towards the pedestal. Plucking up the ball on the center-left, he eyed it for a moment with mild curiosity before stepping away. Sneasel blinked, coming forward a few steps, though the sight of his redheaded master's hand stopped him in his tracks.
"Watch the shit, Sneasel."
The dark type simply nodded in response, carrying the boy's bag over to the spectator section and having a seat, giving a small cheer for his trainer. While it was in the Pokemon's native tongue, the vocal tone could probably be picked up on quickly enough.
"Sneeee SNEASEL!~"
Ignoring the Pokemon, the boy casually glanced over his tag team partner in the match, folding his arms. "Well... If we're going to be paired up, we may as well be on a first name basis for about ten minutes. You shall refer to me as Silver." He stated, not waiting for the other boy's response to release the Pokemon he had chosen onto the field.
The light from the Pokeball slowly built up to form a rather bulky figure, before fading off to reveal the Pokemon to be a brown, thickly armored creature. The Pokemon looked back at the redhead, giving the much smaller boy a somewhat annoyed, puzzled look before staring back at her true master, a somewhat quizzical expression on her face.
"Kangaaahskahn."
Silver eyed the Pokemon curiously for a moment, before smirking quietly to himself. Not bad.
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Post by Lucas on Apr 25, 2009 15:48:04 GMT -5
Drenched from head to toe in water that couldn't be colder, Lucas glanced at Damion with eyes half-lidded with irritation. "Yeah..." he muttered, finding himself too cold to wring out his clothes at the moment. His red beret slumped over his eyes, dripping translucent ice in front of his nose. He slouched on the ground, slowly soaking as gravity took care of the water at an even slower pace. His shirt, although normally tight, was pasted to his thin form and spawned a very uncomfortable itch. His wet scarf only made it worse, the color deepened by water. He was certainly unfrozen, but he could only blame himself for the result. Slowpoke seemed to enjoy it, at any rate. Lucas's blue eyes fell to the pink mass in his lap. So this was Damion's pokemon. This thought, for some reason, brought Lucas to imagine Damion snuggling into his lap. He quickly blushed at his own mindless drifting and forced the silly thought out of his soaked head. Just as he did so, the real Damion and his real actions caught his attention--Damion expressing his interest in that purple-haired fellow, a guy who, as far as Lucas could tell, didn't deserve it. He watched Damion, but after watching the way the Viridian Gym Leader had spoken to the other two trainers, he didn't think Damion would be allowed to follow. This seemed almost like a private matter, and with the air of the man's presence, Lucas wasn't certain he wanted to get involved in the first place. The thought had barely crossed his mind, but Damion's wishes had him wondering.
"Eh..." Lucas returned his attention to Slowpoke, lifting a hand and analyzing how exactly he would get the thing off of him. He nudged it carefully. He hesistated, glancing up when he heard Paul's response. He could come? Oh, don't encourage him! Lucas worried, eyes jumping from Paul to Damion. He had just reunited with one of his only friends, and now he was feeling that horrible, empty sensation in his stomach that told him he didn't want to lose Damion again. The Gym Leader's next statement worsened the feeling, and even if Lucas hadn't been marinating in ice cold water, he would have felt just as shaky. Without thinking, he shoved the slowpoke off of his lap and got to his feet. His wet pants rubbed uncomfortably against him, and he felt significantly weighed down by the state of his clothes, but his eyes were on Damion. He knew he wouldn't be able to dissuade Damion, and Lucas wasn't sure if he wanted to risk that. He also wasn't sure if he could just invite himself. He glanced at the others uncertainly, though tried not to meet any eyes before hobbling forward. Oh, this was embarrassing. He wrapped his arms around himself and scuffled beside Damion, attempting to remain as invisible as possible. "I'll come," he sighed to Damion. "I've never seen a gym battle..." he justified weakly. He trusted Turtwig to follow, and that she did, though her tree-trunk legs wandered slightly.
The appearance of the gym was amazing. Lucas became fully alert as the innards of the stadium were manipulated at the tips of the Leader's fingers. Were all gyms like this? As he gazed in awe at what was revealed, his eyes strayed to the stands that seemed to present themselves specifically for an audience.
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Post by Wrath on Apr 29, 2009 19:46:54 GMT -5
Using reserve pokemon would be a relief. Reeper was….despicable. Nothing more, nothing less. His battle with the redhead….humiliating. But the Man’s pokemon would have to be strong. Paul would prove his prowess as a trainer. He knew he had talent. It was just the weak creature he was stuck with at the moment that gave him a bad name. His lip curled and his eyebrows furrowed giving him a very determined, if scornful, look. He was going to win this. He was going to prove his worth!
Even if he had to work with the redhead. Paul’s expression became emotionless and blank as he eyed the boy skeptically. He wasn’t a total weakling. His Sneasel was trained well enough, so he obviously knew what he was doing. But…if working with this boy fucked Paul up, the boy would have another battle to worry about later. And not a pokemon battle. As if already preparing for this, the surly teen’s hands clenched into fists.
He didn’t speak, however, simply moved forward to the pedestal. He selected the pokeball on the far right without hesitation, picking it up and moving back to stand near the redhead….who was introducing himself. Well how Darkraidamn delightful.
“Don’t fuck up, Silver. And whatever, m’name’s Paul.” [/b] He returned in a low growl. He watched as Silver released the pokemon in the pokeball, seeing the powerful-looking Kangaskhan. With that, he gazed at the pokeball in his grip a moment, a power-hungry look entering his beady black eyes.
“Stand by!”[/b] He commanded instinctively, tossing the pokeball and staring in anticipation. The bright red light began to materialize into a large, purple form.
“Gran! Granbull!” The Granbull snarled, snapping its massive, powerful jaws and letting out a low, aggressive growl. Paul smirked at the pokemon, impressed with it. It turned its great head from its original trainer, to the Kangaskhan, to Paul, glaring with cold, ruthless eyes. Its muscles were tensed, its body fully prepared and eager for battle. And though there was some confusion evident on its face when it looked at Paul, it appeared to be accepting its situation. The promise of fighting, of chewing, of ripping, of biting, prevented it from making any sort of protest.
Paul's smirk widened. This might just be a rewarding experience.
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Post by Dragon on Apr 30, 2009 13:04:19 GMT -5
Kangaskhan. Granbull.
Upon the entrance of two familiar faces, Persian merely gave the pokémon a thoughtful glance, ears twitching in recognition of anything important before attending to her own duties concerning a rough tongue and a rather dirty paw. Her associates clearly stated that a battle was eminent and there would be quite a bit more cleaning to do after all this was said and done.
Excellent. The challengers had taken very little time choosing their pokémon, each releasing the beasts almost immediately to study and compare just how powerful they truly were. Tell me -- are they everything you could have hoped for? A cruel smirk at each reaction in turn, the redhead looking agreeable enough as the purple-haired boy seemed almost overindulgent in his own decision.
And then something startling, though Giovanni would never present such a weak emotion willingly. Names were exchanged. Dark eyes lost their steely luster for a moment and no longer, registering one name in particular with curiosity and...fervor. Dates, ages were considered quickly...the possibility of this boy being...no. There was no way. But still, the information so snidely displayed outside the Gym...
This matter would be dealt with after the battle and not before.
Arms folded in haughty acceptance of the trainer's choices, Giovanni acknowledged each challenger in turn along with his pokémon. "So you have chosen Kangaskhan." At the mention of its name, the large, armored creature turned her head and snorted, pulling tall and relishing in the fact that she had been acknowledged. Smirking, Giovanni continued. "And Granbull." The canine-like creature snarled at his Master for a moment before Giovanni locked eyes, Granbull submitting with a hunch of shoulders and a restless hum, blinking wearily. The smirk grew wider -- the latter of these choices certainly was one of his favorites. Spunk like that was difficult to acquire and keep under your thumb.
Taking a relaxed stride towards the opposite end of the Gym, a whir of activity suddenly sounded as the pedestal containing the challenger's poké balls descended back into its underground storage facility. Giovanni turned at the appropriate position, stepping on a switch that proceeded to gently uncover a set of six ultra balls near his right foot. Following along, Persian circled around to her Master's far side, lithe body stretching before taking a graciously earned seat.
"Let us begin. Come out..."
Tapping two balls in turn (that sounds dirty lulz), two large beams of light radiated onto the barren field. One seemed to break through before the other, muscles rippling with freedom as several punches were thrown into dead air. Four total fists gripping tight as Machamp braced itself for the first attack, eyes set straight ahead at the competition. The other figure emerged long and stout, scuttling forward before cracking two giant claws maliciously, one exponentially larger than the other. Jaws snapped, bubbles foaming from Kingler's mouth as it positioned itself behind Machamp, eager to perform its first request.
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Post by Banette on Apr 30, 2009 17:39:56 GMT -5
Almost instantly, Silver's mind broke into a form of mental assessment of the Pokemon on the field. While they weren't his own, and, without a doubt, having some level of power, he knew perfectly well they were at a clear disadvantage as far as obedience was concerned. He figured as much.
He didn't let this deter him, however, instead, maintained his calculating focus between his choice of Pokemon, this... Paul's... and the Boss Rocket's.
Clearly they both had a type disadvantage over the Machamp- it would be best to clear it out first. However, judging by the Kingler's position, it was most likely going to first prove to be more of a special attacker probably, which would keep he and... Paul at a distance, as their choices were purely physical, as their demeanors suggested.
... It was a tough call overall, and he had no trust for the ability of this oaf he had been partnered with.
"....."
Well, there was no use bitching over bad alliances now. Punches and biting would make the most of the Pokemon's potential, leading Silver to believe the Kangaskhan he had picked would have such moves. In general, the Machamp species would have Kangaskhan beat as far as reaction speed....
There was no better option. Offense would have to be the best defense in the current situation. Seeing enough of Paul's character from the first encounter to know there was no chance of him listening to him in his testosterone-driven manner... Well, there'd be a lack of any strategy, unless Paul fell into place and took the opening he was about to provide.
Snapping his fingers, the Kangaskhan twitched her ears and grunted, looking back at the boy with annoyance. Who did this brat think he was? Regardless of the Pokemon's opinion of him, Silver tilted his head a slight bit , implying the direction of the Machamp subtly.
"Dizzy Punch."
The Pokemon eyed him again, before looking back at the opposite side's team. Well, Machamp was an airheaded buffoon in her eyes- always sucking up to Giovanni... The nerve! Why, she deserved to have his eyes far more than that jerk! Well, regardless of this child or not, this would be a chance for her to prove her worth further in Giovanni's eyes. Might as well give the boy a chance.
"Kangaaa!"
With surprising speed for a creature so bulky, the sexy mama Pokemon flew forward, rhythmically spinning one arm before attempting to drill the fighting type in the jaw. With any luck, she'd be able to disorient him, permitting the attention to fall on her as she whupped his confused ass.
Master Giovanni would definitely refrain from partnering her up with children after that, she would expect!
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Post by Wrath on May 1, 2009 14:58:36 GMT -5
Paul was completely and utterly focused on the arena before him, his dark eyes scrutinizing and harsh. His posture was almost relaxed as he stood there with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
While the Man walked to the other side of the gym and selected his pokemon, Paul was studying his own borrowed one. Granbull looked like a rowdy one. This was obvious by the way it kept tensing its muscles and growling, even at the Kangaskhan meant to be its partner. Paul's eyebrows furrowed slightly more than before despite his satisfaction with the canine's aggression. Truly a pokemon after his own heart.
He'd have to keep a careful eye on it, though, to make sure it didn't jeopardize his battle. After all, strength and ruthlessness were not hte only things of importance. Obedience was also necessary in Paul's opinion.
Paul smoothly removed a hand form his pocket, opening the pokedex he had pulled out of it and holding it up. He was already good at judging strength by appearance, and he could tell this Granbull had it, but he thought it a good idea to check the canine's attacks. The pokedex whirred as it scanned the Granbull.
Bite Take Down Thunder Fang Rage
Not a bad moveset. Paul put the piece of technology away, his eyes returning to the arena when two forms began to materialize. Paul stared expressionlessly as the two pokemon he would have to battle took shape.
Machamp and Kingler. He so no obvious advantage against Machamp. In fact, Granbull had a type weakness against it. As did Kangaskhan, Paul realized when he finally remembered this was a double battle. He eyed the red-- Silver briefly.
Fehh. Paul didn't work well with others, but as long as the boy kept his pokemon out of his Granbull's way it would be fine. As if mirroring what Paul felt, the violent Granbull glared at the Kangaskhan and gave a bark, as if telling her without words that he would have no problem chewing through her to get to the others he was actually fighting. It was then that Silver spoke his command, and Kangaskhan eventually moved to obey.
Paul watched a moment, observing wordlessly as the bulky brown creature moved toward Machamp, preparing a Dizzy Punch. The purple-haired boy gave an audible groan. He had been planning to go for Machamp, but he sure as hell wasn't going to send Granbull to fight directly alongside Silver's reserve.
He eyed the Kingler lurking menacingly behind Machamp and saw his chancce. Hopefully Kangaskhan could keep the four-armed Fighting type occupied for at least a moment.
"Granbull! Thunder Fang on Kingler! Let's go!"[/b] He commanded gruffly, hardly shifting from his laidback pose.
The purple pokemon turned back to stare at the boy who had dared to have given him an order at all, nevermind so forcefully. Who did this purple-headed child think he was?
But...He did want to bite something. And the taste of electrified seafood sounded very appealing. So with a fierce and eager snarl, Granbull bolted forward, his jaws agape. As he got nearer the attacking Kangaskhan he stopped his straight dash to go around.
Electricity crackled through his teeth and sparks flashing out from his mouth as he bounded at the Kingler with a bloodthirsty look in his narrow eyes.
Behind him, Paul gave a smirk. Now this beast he could work with.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 20:07:33 GMT -5
Now came the real test.
Giovanni stood, motionless, focusing his attentions mildly from one boy to the other. Reactions were carefully observed, documented, relished as partners assessed their pokémon, determined their targets and acted as complete individuals. Perfect.
They would suffer greatly for that mistake.
"Beta." One word, uttered with meticulous and outright command before the Viridian Gym Leader closed his eyes and smiled cruelly. His pokémon were too well trained in matters such as these to need anything more.
Ears pricked immediately upon the command, a flare of understanding surging through two different sets of steadfast eyes. Partner battles used partner strategies -- this was simple enough for both pokémon to understand and even easier to carry out from repeated experience, especially with similar partners.
Brows narrowed as Machamp assumed an arched fighting stance similar to the animated position of a boxer with one foot in front of the other. Facial expression seemed to focus as all but one of his topmost arms curled underneath in tensing concentration. The arm in particular bulged and coursed with adrenaline, a steady halo of light beginning to glow around Machamp's clenched fist as it slowly drew back (along with the pokémon as a whole).
Kingler, however, seemed to do nothing but idly grin through its massively-set under bite, cracking its larger claw every now and again. As soon as Kangaskhan began to hurtle forward, though, the giant crab scuttled forth across the field to close distance between herself and her ally. A split second later, Granbull was off at a dizzying pace and both pokémon were properly positioned.
Beta. Machamp by now had closed his large eyes, completely oblivious to the anger of his acquaintance Kangaskhan and her hopeful vie for attention. All thought, all effort was being focused into that single punch and he knew, beyond all doubt, that it would connect without fail. He had--
Kingler caught the figures of both Kangaskhan and Granbull within her beady, black eyes, gurgling in a bit of bubbling taunt before extending both claws upwards and outwards in one large, slashing motion. "Cooo-KEE!" Immediately, a large translucent sphere of pale aqua cascaded around her figure, Kingler completely shrouded in the veil of a protect attack. Bracing herself as Granbull rammed his sparking face into the shield--
Machamp took the full brunt of Kangaskhan's punch without flinching, without moving a muscle...without even feeling the punch. The attack connected with complete accuracy against the thin layer of aqua-lined protection phasing through his tensing cheekbones all the way down to the rugged lines of his stomach. Silver's pokémon had been forced unknowingly into attacking Kingler's shield thanks to the crab's own positioning. While Kingler could not use her own protect on Machamp, she could position herself to include her ally within the range of its sphere. Such an advanced use of this simple move was unusual, unexpected...and a trap Giovanni knew the boys would have never expected.
Machamp suddenly opened his eyes at the vibration of Kangaskhan's punch and grinned maliciously, two arms reaching out through the shield to lift the bulky creature several feet off the ground by the neck. Fist completely immersed in light at this point, raised shoulders trembled with violent glee as one final cock back of the attack was given before cutting straight into the pokémon's muzzle. "CHAMP!" The focus punch hit without fail, Kangaskhan flying back across the arena as the muscled bully watched on with an intense gaze. How far would his victim slide this time?
And the more important question...would she have the balls to get up?
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Post by Banette on May 19, 2009 16:14:03 GMT -5
Kangaskhan had SWORN she should have done had done some sort of damage. She punched him! Direct hit! It wasn't fair! However, when it came the Machamp's turn, she could only gawk wide-eyed as the fighting type slugged her backwards.
The pain was excruciating- the impact of the punch seemed to penetrate her armor, coursing through her entire being as she flipped backwards, skidding across the floor with a bellowing cry of shock.
"KANGAAAH?!"
On her back, she found herself skidding towards the cocky redheaded brat that Giovanni had cruelly forced her on. Hmph, served the boy right to be squashed by her girth. He didn't know what he was doing at all! However, she did make an effort to try and stop herself anyway, slamming her tail upon the ground in hopes of slowing herself slightly. She didn't want to appear to be a lightweight in her master's eyes.
Meanwhile, beforehand, Silver had been maintaing his composure watching Giovanni's tactics. He was, actually, quite impressed. He didn't quite expect it, though took it as a mental note needing further assessment.
.... Well, before that, there were more important issues concerning his well being that so happened to arise. Eyes widened as the adrenaline began to flow cold through his veins, he allowed instinct to take the lead momentarily.
As reflexes commanded, the boy jerked forward a few steps, predicting the Kangaskhan would crush him should he stay in place and lept up onto her tail as it actively hammered the ground. Using it as a spring, he was propelled into the air, much to the Pokemon's apparent surprise below.
Among the series of airel flips he performed purely to lose momentum, therefore softening the blow from the height he was at, the redheaded boy took the moment to think of a new plan. When the Kingler used Protect, it was clear to him that the Kingler only managed to protect the upper half. It was clear to him that the Machamp would have to be taken out first- he doubted that either of their Pokemon could take much of what they were serving up.
Therefore, he and... "Paul" would most likely have to actually work together for any hope of hitting it. Kangaskhan, who had just collided ass-first with the back wall, as far as her height went, probably wouldn't be able to handle attacking the bottom half of the Machamp. Well, if she was still capable of standing...
Glancing down at Paul, he frowned. He doubted this idiot would listen to a word that came out of his mouth, however, it was their only chance.
With a final mid-air somersault, Silver landed on all fours back in the dirt. Standing, he ran his hands across one another, the dirt slipping away from his fingers as he looked back at Kangaskhan.
The Pokemon let out a low groaning noise from the back of her throat, eyes half lidded as she gazed out over the field, a new dirt road made in her wake. It wasn't fair... It hurt so much... Fuck you, Machamp, dirty cheater...
".... Do you plan to take that like a little bitch?.."
The normal type snorted, irritated that the redheaded boy would even SUGGEST such a thing. The nerve!
"If not, stand."
Ugh! So demanding! Who did this boy think he was, ordering her around?... Though... She refused to be outdone by the dickish mutant that dared to humiliate her. At that, for her own pride, the Kangaskhan rolled herself back into a more feral position before standing with an angered bellow.
Silver smirked softly. Perfect. Now, one more minor detail that could make or break this... He then turned to Paul. ".... Follow my lead."
With this, he turned back, eyeing the Kangaskhan. Seeing where her line of vision was currently focused in the first place, muscles quivering with a cocktail of rage and anticipation, he simply went with it. He doubted she'd attack another target even if he asked it of her.
"Mega Punch."
Before the first syllable of the attack was even uttered, the Kangaskhan had already launched herself at her nemesis of the day, fists clenched and prepared to release some pent up anger on this bitch's head.
He wasn't going to escape unharmed this round.
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Post by Wrath on May 26, 2009 16:36:29 GMT -5
Chew, rip tear! That was what Granbull was ready, eager, longing to do to his target, Kingler. Nothing could protect the watery beast from his jaws! He could already feel its tough armour splintering and yielding easily to his powerful fangs. Practically frothing with brutish glee, Granbull bounded for Kingler, disregarding the suddenly-appearing pale glow encompassing it. What the hell was that? It didn’t matter that Kingler was putting on a light show! Nothing could stop him! Cut! Rip! Destroy! Then suddenly, he smashed into the pale glow that seemed to actually be a protective wall, and apparently could stop him. He staggered back at the impact, giving a snarling howl of protest as he lifted a stubby hand to rub his jaw.
Protect?! That was not fair! At all! What right did Kingler have, pulling a cowardly, frustrating move like that? He turned his head with a low to watch as Kangaskhan flew back after taking a violent Focus Punch. A few furious barks ripped from his throat as he got down on all fours, his light coat of purple fur bristling.
Behind him, letting out a frustrated growl of his own, was Paul. To use Protect like that…To prepare Focus Punch…It was genius, really. An excellent way to make use of both Pokemon and their attacks. It was also very fucking annoying to Paul. It was as if the man was testing them. Of course he knew it was a test; it was a damn battle with a gym leader. But somehow he got the sense that the Man wanted to see how they worked…together. His eyes narrowed in disdain. Him and that smartass Silver.
Paul’s posture never changed, his expression remaining harsh and almost disinterested, even as he observed out of the corner of his eye Silver pulling some flips to avoid being hit by Kangaskhan as she flew back.
“…Heh.”[/b]
He gave a dark mocking half-smirk at how ridiculous he looked, his eyes still focused ahead on his own reserve, who was currently proclaiming his wild rage via barking. At least he was close to their foes where attacking was easier, but it also meant it would be a simple matter for him to be attacked. Not only that but with Machamp’s four arms, he was extremely well-defended from the front. However…Paul’s eyes flashed as an idea entered his mind. He was stopped in giving his command, however, as Silver spoke up beside him. The arrogant little punkass bitch. So he was ordering Kangaskhan to go after Machamp. Well, it was rather obvious she wouldn’t have obeyed a attack Kingler anyway; she was fuming mad. Fuck, that went along with what Paul had been planning. Hmph. He wasn’t going to change his orders just because of him.
“Go to hell,”[/b] he told simply, as if to inform him that it was nothing but coincidence that they were attacking together. With that he increased his volume, shouting out to address his reserve.
“Granbull, get behind Machamp!”[/b] Paul commanded gruffly, his voice carrying over to the Pokemon in question, causing it to halt its noisy protest. Granbull straightened to stand on thick hind legs, blinking back at Paul and growling. It wasn’t time to be defiant, however. He was in a bad position, and he didn’t want to get knocked back painfully like Kangaskhan was if he could avoid it. And so he got on all fours once more to snarl fiercely and leap into his commanded position, turning around so he was facing Machamp’s back.
Paul smirked. “Take Down on the legs! Let’s go!”[/b]
What a demanding idiot. As if constantly saying “let’s go” was going to urge him to go faster. As if to protest and spite Paul, Granbull paused a moment, preparing the attack as he did so. He glared harshly at the back of one of Machamp’s knees, concentrating on the spot as he tensed his legs. Suddenly, with a bark, he was off, barreling towards the spot a few feet away, his head held down as he prepared to ram.
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Post by Dragon on May 28, 2009 13:50:08 GMT -5
"MAAA-Champ!" Eyes widened with an excited sort of relish as his target smashed pathetically into the far wall, several punches thrown midair before the muscled pokémon struck an intimidating pose. Pleased with his efforts and that of his partner, Machamp looked back towards Kingler for not even a full moment, the large crab snapping her overgrown claw in approval before the aqua colored shield dissipated into nothingness. "Coo-kee, Coo-KEE!" Several clumps of bubbly froth formed around her mouth, beady eyes turning to blink at their other opponent, curling working himself into a snarling rage at his failure. What a sore loser.
Smirking from behind, Giovanni opened his dark eyes to the chaos littering the battlefield. The trench dug from Kangaskhan's girth drew a vicious smile from his lips, the man's expression prideful and quite sure that his initial lesson had proven more than effective. Crossing his arms smugly, then, attentions were drawn towards the two trainers and their reactions.
Such acrobatic feats on the one boy's part -- Silver? Fists tightened. Something about him...No matter. He was attempting to draw strategy from the other. Pupils snapped from red hair to purple, arms flexing in twisted contentment. Ah yes, the defiant one. So he was still attempting to make this battle a personal victory? As the attacks were issued, a mental decision was quickly carved in stone. Although these two were finally starting to focus their attentions on the same target, strategy was still...quite lacking and, for all intensive purposes, weak and destined to fail. Such disappointment would not be tolerated.
"Machamp, Kingler. Divide and conquer." So the children wanted to fight their battles one on one? He would gladly show them what a mistake they were making.
Immediately focused on Kangaskhan, Machamp drew himself low and crushed dual sets of knuckles into each other with a sickening crack. Feet anxiously hopping one in front of the other in place, the fighter allowed the hands on his left side to taunt his female opponent into coming closer, effectively dropping his guard and stating that she probably couldn't even give him her best shot if she tried. Hit me, baby. Hit me with all you've got~ Right in the sweet spot. I can take it, baby. Can you?
Dropping her protective stance where Machamp was originally concerned, long legs scuttled around to have the water-type facing Granbull head on. While the hot head had indeed worked himself into a prime position, Giovanni had ordered the canine to be her opponent for the time being, not her partner's. Cracking both claws in anticipation, Kingler simply waited for Granbull to careen close enough for her pleasure. Opening the sharpened curves of each claw slit wide, eyes focused upon the beast's overgrown jaw and aimed carefully- SNAP~
Latching onto Granbull's long fangs, legs scratched at the normal-type's belly, causing both figures to roll over each other in a messy trip. The larger of Kingler's claws suddenly taking on an eerie white glow, the giant crab gripped harder and, at the next opportune moment in the cycle, smashed the pokémon's head into the dirt with a powerful crabhammer. "Coo-KEE!" Letting go, Kingler stood atop her prey, looking down with a very satisfied grin. Loser. Stay down.
Machamp could not focus on such a victorious moment, taking Kangaskhan's devastating blow to the face with a bellow of pain. Skidding back several feet, posture was stamped into the dirt as one of four palms rubbed the sore spot before shaking it off. Not bad, baby. As the fighter nursed his jaw, two opposite arms began to pulse with sickly adrenaline, causing muscles to engorge and harden in a rather impossibly, frightening manner. Every nuance of Kangaskhan's last attack fueled the action, doubling over in such power that Machamp could not contain it any longer. Squeezing both fists tight, the fighter ran forward, arms drawn back before successfully connecting in two nearly paralyzing spots simultaneously -- jaw and gut. "CHAMP CHAMP!" Revenge is such a bitch, isn't it? Guess it could have been worse~ You could have hit me harder.
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Post by Wrath on Jun 26, 2009 14:40:25 GMT -5
Take Down was an attack involved recoil damage. It would hurt him, as well, he knew. But that didn't matter because he had been thwarted in chewing up Kingler already, and he was eager to do some damage. To cause some pain even if it ended up hurting him too. Beady, narrow eyes were focused on the back of Machamp's muscular legs, Granbull's body taking on a remote white glow as he sprinted toward his target. But then Kingler got in his way. Annoying little bitch! Dodging around her never crossed the raging Granbull's mind.
So she wanted to take the attack instead of Machamp? Her funeral!
"Gran! Granbuuuuull!" The canine snarled, perfectly ready to ram into Kingler first before attacking his original target. She should consider it payback for using Protect and ruining his Thunder Fang.
Before he knew what was happening, he realized the overgrown lobster had grabbed his jaw with her large, vice-like claw. He growled his protest, writhing uselessly in the grip until suddenly pain shot through his face, shuddering down his spine, and he fell limp with Kingler standing over him.
"Grannn..." Dammit.
But he wasn't done yet. Kingler, the bitch, was not going to stop two of his attacks and then knock him out with one of her own! This was strike three, and that meant she was out.
Another attack thwarted, another strategy shredded into bits. Paul's emotionless scowl became an outright sneer of anger. Darkraidammit... I can't focus on one of my enemies because the other one will end up interfering.
"Pathetic..." he growled to himself, staring at the defiantly writhing Granbull with distaste, his eyes flashing for a moment but still remaining steely and half-lidded.
He hardly moved when he saw Machamp hit Kangaskhan with a remorseless Revenge, glancing swiftly at each of the four Pokemon before suddenly, an idea hit him. His eyes narrowed, and one of the corners of his lips twitched upwards, forming a tiny half-smirk.
Unfortunately, his plan would require him to rely on...Silver for it to work. That meant he would have to include the other boy in what he was planning. Damn. Looking at the red-haired male out of the corner of his eye, the smirk vanished, but he spoke up in a low voice, hands still held calmly in his pockets.
"Silver. I'll command Granbull to throw Kingler into Machamp. Can you get Kangaskhan to position him so they collide?" He spoke this grudgingly, with a degree of sarcasm saturating the question, and it was obvious he didn't hold much faith in the other boy, but hell, he was asking. Asking, and not even commanding. Hmmph. Well there was a first time for everything, it seemed, but as far as Paul was concerned, this would also be the last fucking time he would ever work with someone this way again.
Paul stared sideways at Silver a few moments longer before he turned back to the Pokemon under his command. The canine's motions were less sluggish now, and it was safe to say he had recovered from the Crabhammer somewhat. Perfect time to use the move he had in mind.
"Use Rage and knock Kingler into Machamp." [/b]
Granbull's ears were still ringing and his spine felt as if it had been compressed a few notches, but the command reached him and made him stiffen. He gave a smirk, swiftly rolling over onto his back and glaring up at Kingler. That bitch. She dared to do this to him?! To knock him down and stand over him like she was better than him?! The anger pumped through him and energized his limbs, Granbull's eyes taking on a red glow. He took only a moment to look at where Machamp was standing and aim in his general direction, before he pushed up at Kingler with all four legs, letting out a snarling, guttural roar of fury as the energy of his attack was unleashed.
Paul smirked trimphantly, before it turned into a grimace. Now it was up to Silver.
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Post by Banette on Jun 26, 2009 15:10:09 GMT -5
"..."
The boy didn't reply, or even so much as look at the other boy, expression ever cold and calculating. Perhaps he was concerned now, but he did quite a good job of hiding it. Folding his arms, he watched the scene a moment before speaking, the obvious hint of annoyance in his otherwise calm tone betraying that he wasn't COMPLETELY unaffected by the battle.
"Outrage. Flank him."
Kanga, who had been previously let out a rather unflattering bellow of pain at the cheap Revenge placed upon her (so unflattering! It made her out to be a mindless feral animal in Master Giovanni's eyes. She couldn't take that!) didn't have to be told twice about who he was. Despite the pain coursing, screaming at her, through every fiber of her being... She had mentally established three things about this him.
1. He was a dirty little bastard. In the most offensive means possible.
2. He had the nerve to humiliate her not ONCE, but TWICE in this battle.
3. She no longer particularly cared how feral she sounded- it was merely the wild beauty in her. HE WAS FUCKING GOING TO DIE. NOW.
"KAAAAAAN-GAAAAAAAAAAAS-KAAAAAHN!"
With this harsh war cry, Kanga in every sense FLEW towards the cocky meat head, deciding her first line of assault to be causing a bit of injury to his ugly bitch of a fighting partner. Rather than using her claws, the normal type lashed out with the backs of her thick, heavily armored (and slightly speedburned) paws in a rage at his side, intending to throw this bastard at the Kingler with all speed.
And when he was down begging for mercy from her, you ask?
Simple. She planned to crush him.
Because nobody could deny her girth.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 26, 2009 16:48:07 GMT -5
Impossible. A change of strategy?
Dark eyes shot towards the purple-haired trainer, a look of incredulous surprise lacing every fiber of Giovanni's expression as he barked the new command. The two boys were suddenly acting as one, and it was completely unexpected...and unplanned for. Everything about the rigidity of their styles and seeming hatred for one another had suddenly crumbled before his eyes like a deceptive brick wall...
It was absolutely perfect. It was what he had been waiting to witness.
"Machamp! Kingler!"
But even the issue of a single-word command was far too late.
By now, Machamp was literally glowing with pride, sweat trickling down every muscle as the big bully danced lightly from one foot to the other in a fighter's motion, panting heavily. But every effort had been well worth it. That bitch~ She couldn't beat him! In fact, he should tell her so! "CHAMP CHAMP CHAMP!" he cried, flexing his four engorged arms and, to the onlooker, giving the distinct impression that he meant exactly what his name implied.
It was then that Kangaskhan gave her wild roar of challenge, Machamp grinning in expectation and hopping with a bit of renewed energy. So she was going to try again? Even after all those pretty bruises to her ego? A cry of encouragement rang from his lips, the muscled beast pulling back two of his great arms with a flourish while welcoming her with the others. Come to daddy --
Looking down upon the bruising body of her opponent, a warble of confusion rang through the scene as Kingler was suddenly lifted off of her feet. "Coo-KEEEEE?" While the 'overgrown lobster' was sturdy enough, the aerial sensation was very uncomfortable and, more importantly, unbalancing, several sets of legs waving in stride to try and keep her main claw from weighing down the rest of her body within Granbull's paws. Suddenly, the sensation was more powerful and Kingler could feel herself flying through the air, beady eyes catching on another pair of dueling figures with increasing horror. The instinct to protect her partner at the forefront of battle strategy once more, the large crab's massive claw suddenly begin to shine with a blinding white light, opening wide in order to fit itself around the opponent's neck before --
One look away. One small glance. One absolutely crushing mistake. Sensing another attack, Machamp quickly turned his eyes towards the form of Kingler (?!) barreling towards him. Mouth channeling an O of surprise, the fighter tensed and raised his forward arms out a bit farther in hopes of blocking his partner before the sheer force of Kangaskhan was upon his face like a sledgehammer. Palms immediately following through with their instinctive attack, Machamp's upward arms sliced down in perfect time to deliver a devastating blow --
The sounds of reverberating pain surrounding the partners was truly fantastic to behold, Machamp squealing in horror as the guillotine crushed his ability to breathe and faint immediately, Kingler gurgling as both sides of her head rang with unbelievable force from his cross chop. Kangaskhan's punch had been thrown at exactly the right balance point, knocking the two pokémon into each others attacks. With a sickening thud, both bodies fell to the ground -- a double knockout.
Such a scene would not be allowed to last long.
"Return."
Two bright flashes of light surrounded the defeated forms before channeling their way back into the balls near Giovanni's feet, the Gym Leader stepping over both to enter the field with a confided smirk across his face. Looking first to his old pokémon before glancing back to their trainers, the smirk widened. "Impressive. It seems that my challenge has been met and matched. You are free to keep Kangaskhan and Granbull as promised, but I warn you...they may not be quick to follow your commands. Also," His eyes narrowing, Giovanni turned his body towards the trainers, "I request to speak with both of you. Alone."
Pointing at Paul, Giovanni's face flattened into one of command. "Follow me." Turning without a moment for even the trainers to return their pokémon, the man began to powerfully stride towards the locked door behind his battle arena, Persian yowling and giving a quick shake before padding softly behind in his shadow.
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