[CONTEST FINALS] Mir V. Halinor

[el]

Mir versus Halinor!

[henri3]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; color: #fff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 4px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 7px;]swing out rhythmically [/style] To say that she wasn’t disappointed about missing out on one of the top two spots would have been a lie; as would saying she was upset by it. Getting past the appeal rounds had been enough for Halinor. She had been told that her final opponent was a kimono girl from the Johto – one person even said the kimono girl, and a couple of others actually revealed that she had a name: Mir, apparently –, and the person she saw certainly had the air of one. She was pretty. Beautiful, actually. Halinor felt a little intimidated by her opponent, but hid her feelings behind a fake smile and reminded herself that the kimono girl had also lost in the last round. “I hope your Leafeon is recovering well.” Halinor said to her opponent. She meant it. Halinor had watched that match, where the Leafeon jumped directly into the flames of a Magmortar. As someone who specialised in Grass Pokemon and considered herself to know them well, it hadn’t been easy to watch. It was time to begin. Halinor released Pua, her Roserade, from his ball. The seal broke and bright pink flower petals burst forth with him, before floating to the ground. He could kick them up later, if needed. Pua stood tall (well, as tall as he could for a Pokemon that couldn’t grow over a metre tall) and proud, making sure to pose strongly for the audience. It was a little embarrassing really. “Enough, Pua. Use Toxic Spikes.” No harm in trying to set up the field a little bit, right? Pua raised his arms above his head, dark purple orbs quickly growing inside the flowers at the ends of his arms. They didn’t take a long time at all to form, and very soon he shot the orbs into the air – pew! pew! – where they exploded into tinier purples orbs that fell to the ground, and lost their glow, revealing themselves as spikes. Great Pua. Just go ahead and rush things, why don’t you? He had acted faster than his sister Roselia, as usualy, and it was a little annoying. Beauty took time, and Pua didn’t care for taking time. He cared for getting things done as soon as he could. He was ready to dance.
[classy=wordshit]WORDS pfft i can't count[/classy]	[classy=tagshit]TAGS electric/mir [/classy]	[classy=noteshit]NOTES? sup man[/style]

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[mir]

She looked across the vast contest floor, her dark eyes catching a hold of the strawberry-blonde woman at the far end. Miryo swayed, tall as a pine tree in straight, sheer kimono and wooden shoes. Her arm lifted to where a pokeball was tucked into her obi. Miryo had not seen Halinor's match. She had been stuffing her face with chocolate in her hotel room after her defeat.

She threw out the ball with an underhanded toss, a turqouise Turtwig appeared. It shook its head like miniature buffalo, wagging the twin leaves on it's head. Its bald beak glinted, freshly polished, in the spotlight.

The dark woman's eyes flashed at the Roselia and the little spikes strewn about. "Blow them away with a Leaf Storm!" she called to the thumb-like little tortoise, so pudgy and round.

The little twig on its head glowed green, and from the two little twin leaves that sprouted, clones gushed up like a spring. They aimed themselves not at the Roselia, but at the ground where the trap spikes were strewn, and like a leaf blower, cleared the area around the Turtwig. The spikes bounced and rolled away like toy jacks. Finally, the Turtwig spun its head up, the leaf storm cracking a whip-like cyclone of leaves, and shot another heavier flurry at the opponent.

note: not gonna leave this hanging.

[king]

VICTOR: HALINOR

Congratulations!