[PokéA] Archie vs. Marshal vs. Lyra vs. Hayato

[el]

ROUND ONE: HURDLES

Archie vs. Marshal vs. Lyra vs. Hayato[/center]

[archie]

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[STYLE=width: 300px; background-color: #hexcode; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #000000; text-align:justify; margin-left: 105px;]Archie was wide awake and for once sober in public. As a member of Lux he loved to see the people happy. As an achoholic he just wanted to see a bottle in his hand. Still if he showed up drunk supposedly there was something wrong with that. So he'd left most of the drink at home save for the small flask that was tucked inside his boot. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt, probably not the best idea for being outside and standing in the heat. He was already starting to wipe a bit of sweat from his brow and it was annoying him. Not that he minded he just didn't want to be awake right now
His Pokemon were out and ready to go as well. His Starmie, Ramie was pumping its arms up and down ready to go. He wasn't one hundred percent sure how his Walrien Roro was goinf to even get over those hurdles but they would figure something out surely. The only one he wasn't worried about was Amia, his Masquerian. She flew around his head happily without a care in the world. If he had known what his first event was going to be he never would have chosen Roro or Ramie but there was nothing that could be done about it now. He would just have to make the best of it all. They took their places at the starting line and before they knew it the starting gun had sounded and his Pokemon were off. There was nothing in the rules against him giving his Pokemon some advice and nothing in the rules against his Pokemon hindering his opponents.

"Roro let's cool things down and use Blizzard on the other opponents lanes and Ramie use Hydro Pump on them."

The walrus Pokemon used Blizzard in order to hamper the other Pokemon that would be running the race. Amia was bouncing up and down over some hurdles, making a cute show of it. Archie almost squeed over the adorableness of his favorite Pokemon. He loved her so much it was ridiculous. But now wasn't the time to think about that. He watched as Ramie poured water over the opponents lanes, some of it splashing over into their own. His Walrien used his powerful flippers and tail to flip himself over a hurdle and Ramie used small bursts of hydro pump to get herself over. It looked ridiculous honestly. [/style][STYLE=width: 325px; height: 50px; margin-top: 20px; background-color: #ffffff; margin-left: 100px;][/style][STYLE=width: 325px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color : #hexcode; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: 100px;]but textbook perfection[/style]
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[kai]

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Smiling boldly as he stared in awe at the magnificence of the dome he was in, the young man could barely contain his own excitement. It was the first time he had ever participated in anything such as this, let alone in front of so many people. All insecurity and all self-consciousness seemingly dissolved away in the midst of this electrified atmosphere. It was a joy for him to take part in this historic event and the decision to secretly sign-up for this behind his clan’s back a correct one, despite all the mental justifications and fear of repercussions. Glancing at his other competitors for a moment, Hayato found it strange standing amidst individuals he once called enemies, or more correctly his clan called enemies. In any other situation he would’ve slit a few throats open, snapped a couple of necks or just plain out beat them to death. It was relaxing to be rid of such burdens if only temporarily. Feeling the mental touch in his mind, the aura user turned to his fellow teammates. Lan’s insistence that his trainer focus on the event at hand indicated his own readiness for the start. Zero was practically bursting with energy as he stood in his lane, the Arcanine stretching out various knots in his muscles and joints. This event would greatly favour him today and being stored in a pokeball for so long only increased his determination to win. Although currently out of sight in his lane, Hayato could sense the presence of Kuro. Although not usually suited for a race like this, the hovering ghost found it somewhat amusing and was already scheming up a few tricks for the race. Hayato could only sigh heavily at that thought. With the final preparations ready and all the competitors taking up their starting positions, the stadium died down to a still silence as the gun was about to shoot things off. Bang! With the gunshot piercing the air the race started. With an explosive burst of acceleration Zero flew out of the starting blocks, the legendary pokemon catching his top speed in a few heartbeats. By the time Walrein had even begun his Blizzard, Zero had already crossed over the first hurdle with ease and quickly moving onto the next as he took the early lead. ’Yep, his in his own world now.’ As Archie gave the command for his ‘dirty’ tactics, Hayato had already picked up the man’s subtle intentions, though not as strongly as he would’ve in battle due to the lack of hostile intent. Giving Lan and Kuro a mental caution both pokemon took notice, especially Lan as the aura pokemon initiated Extremespeed to penetrate the Blizzard before it took effect. With a blur of movement the Lucario gracefully leapt over the hurdle before taking up a full sprint after Zero, the effects of Extemespeed fading after escaping the Blizzard but still running faster than the rest of those behind him. Kuro on the other hand had remained behind the Blizzard when it had taken effect. The ghost pokemon was not impressed at having to plough through snow at all. Still there was nothing he could do or at least that was what he thought. ”Since the game is like that, let’s play as well, Kuro. Use gravity.” the mental command was sent and the dusknoir followed eagerly. His single red eye glowing, Kuro focused his energy into a dark ball. Within moments the area around Kuro became subjected to a sudden increase in gravity, affecting all those in the nearby area . While not enough force to crush them, the increased gravity would definitely slow them down and make climbing over those hurdles soo much harder. With the move activated, Kuro levitated unimpeded as the effects of gravity were not affecting him, though the damn Blizzard would as he struggled through it. Though he would feel sorry for anybody coming through here with gravity reinforced. By the time he got to the first hurdle he would just hover over it before speeding off toward the rest once freed from the mini-snowstorm. [/style][STYLE=background:rgba(255,255,255,.4);color:#999;padding:10px;font:0.7em helvetica;border-radius:20px;text-align:center;margin-top:10px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;]table made by greyson of btn[/style]

[wally]

This is exactly was Lyra was born for. The Castelia Olympics was the best thing that had happened in her life. A time to cast aside side in war, all for the pure competition and heart of sport. She had been training for almost years in the pokeathlon's small events, running and honing skills with her pokemon. She had changed into her trademark running clothes, her light pink sweater and black shorts. She had chosen her team based on variety it was better to have a team that was diverse than only focused on a single type of event. This was practically her dream. A time where the war stopped, for the thing she loved doing the most. That was the Pokeathlon games. Lyra was beside her pokemon team, Team Lyra, at the hurdles. She was a triathlete, and as one she must run with her pokemon, even it if did seem like a bad idea. Her Braviary may have been an odd choice, but Lyra didn't think they'll be doing hurdles. Deerling was the perfect choice for this matter, jumping was definitely her top department, as well as speed. Heracross might lag behind a bit, but he was a sturdy one.

As the gun was shot, Lyra had sprinted froward, right around the same time she shouted at the top of her lungs. The first move was very crucial to any contest. "TAIL WIIIIND!!!" Her Braviary quickled followed, casting a wind behind all of his peers and trainer to boost their starting speed. The large feathered beast was using his legs ont he earth, but supported himself with his wings, mimicking a Dodrio like Lyra had trained him. Adaptation was also something important to master. Familiarize yourself to the environment, learn as much about it as you can, focus on your goal, and use anything to your advantage. The Tailwind had just saved them from the ice crawling at the back of their feet, claws, and hooves. The grass deer pokemon had no problem whatsoever in being swifter than Lyra other two pokemon. Naturally, she was an excellent jumper. She had jumped over the hurdle as it was nothing. Braviary glided over the hurdles before landing on the earth again, his oversized claws leaving prints in the dirt. Heracross had lifted his bulky body before he landed with a soft thud, being the last of the three.

The water was another problem. The wind behind them slowly began to die down, so Lyra had tried to think of something fast to keep herself in her place. She pouted a little, a little upset that she had to deal with 'dirty tactics' on the hurdles. Still, she might as well play along. Deerling was her best shot at this so it was important to keep Deerling in good shape. "Deerling, use Leech Seed! Take their energy!" Small seeds began to grow and glow on the pokemon's head, all sprouting out onto the other lanes in an attempt to drain the pokemon's energy. Unfortunately, Heracross fell a little behind with the water slowing him down, but Braviary chose to glide in the air most of the time to avoid being flooded. However, the Gravity field stuck it right back on the earth. "It's ok Braviary! Pump those wings! Stretch out those legs!"

ooc: i fee like this is crap, but this will be fun! crash said i could have lyra run too

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[sunshineari]

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