[CONTEST] BRACKET 2

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BRACKET 2

Angel vs. Halinor vs. Ruby vs. Blaine vs. Erin vs. Darach vs. Red's Mom

[erin]

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Or, at least, it was her natural element. Ever since the war started, ever since the incident at Jubilife, she just hadn't been comfortable with anything. She wasn't comfortable with her trainer's skills, her nation, the spotlight, or even herself. More than anything she wanted to just bail out. This peace could only last for a few months, and it was just a cruel, cruel reminder of what she had lost when the war started. A bladed hand was placed on her shoulder. Kingmaker, strong and proud as always, stood by her side. He gave his trainer a reassuring look, no words needed. He knew he could do this. He knew they could do this. Tears coming to her eyes, Erin hugged the Bisharp tightly. He had fought so hard to protect her, and after falling short he just hadn't been the same. He had been spaced out, distracted, and very quick to anger. Both trainer and Pokemon had issues. Yet in this last moment backstage, with their moment to shine in just a few minutes, the two silently vowed to put them aside and work to make art once more. The curtains started to part, and crowds would be expecting a Pokemon up there. Quickly dashing forward, Kingmaker ran onstage with Erin in tow. The Bisharp looked so well-maintained, one would be forgiven for thinking he had never battled a day in his life. His black, red, silver, and gold skin had been polished, any dents were buffered away. As spotlights surrounded Kingmaker he raced a bladed arm to the air, basking and shining in the light. The crowd "oohed" and "aahed" as they watched Kingmaker's radiant form, the Bisharp content. He hadn't even used a move and already he was looking fine. Erin herself worse a matching dress, red with silver and gold highlights. With how dignified and poised she looked, one would never even suspect how troubled she was. This pre-show quiet wouldn't last for long, though, and the Bisharp knew it. He crossed his arms, spreading them out as he hurled rings of Stealth Rocks around himself. The stones flew away from the Bisharp, forming a circle around the arena. They turned their pointed edges toward the Bisharp, ready to fly at him at a moments notice. Within seconds a third of the rocks flew, Kingmaker dodging them with dancelike motions. He stepped, ducked, spun, and leaped around the stage, his grace tiding the crowds over as they waited for the finale. Little did they know, this was but an appetizer. The next third of rocks flew toward Kingmaker, the Bisharp changing focus to taking the offense. His armblades coated themselves in dark energy, seeming to automatically sharpen. Rather than dodge Kingmaker began to strike, slicing and dicing his way through a flood of rocks. They fell into halves at his feet as he carved a graceful path through the onslaught. At times the crowd could barely even see his strikes, only a solid rock sliced in half at great speeds. Any rocks his blades missed were quickly made up for; a few lucky audience members managed to see an up-close glimpse of Kingmaker shattering a rock into dust with Iron Head. Every good performer realized when their time in the sun was up, though, and Kingmaker was no exception. Any rocks not pulverized turned toward Kingmaker, flying toward the Bisharp all at once. He made no effort to dodge nor even move, merely standing in place as rocks converged around him. With each rock approaching Kingmaker seemed to shine, a white glow radiating from his body as he assumed a defensive stance. As soon as the rocks connected a brilliant Metal Burst erupted from the Bisharp, causing him to shine even more than before. The pulse dramatically lowered in intensity as it crossed the stage, finally devolving into brilliant sparkles of light that fluttered into the audience. The rocks had all been obliterated; only a radiant Bisharp and his incredibly proud trainer remained. The two stepped forward and bowed simultaneously, hand in hand, before exiting stage left. [/style]

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[blaine]

You would think that standing in line to preform in front of thousands of people would make a man nervous. Thing is, Blaine never really could get the hang of being nervous. He radiated optimism, as did the Rapidash that stood next to him. He was just glad to be here, to experience what being in a contest was like. They didn't have contests in Kanto you see, so Blaine wasn't very used to the fanciness that came with it. He didn't even change his normal appearance really, a red dress shirt with a white sweater vest along with brown slacks and black dress shoes, plus his signature sunglasses and white fedora. Nothing too fancy, well except for his cane which was polished just for the occasion.

His Rapidash Apollo also had no differences, then again there aren't many differences you can give to it. Blaine was actually surprised that they let him keep the thing out, after all he was a large horse covered in blazing fire. Blaine didn't mind the heat, he didn't even sweat, though the rest of the contestants probably weren't too comfortable. Oh well he couldn't worry about that now, it was almost his turn. He watched with a smile as the contestant before him preformed. It was quiet a spectacle, and he was impressed by their bravery. Hopefully, Apollo's act could impress the crowd just as much.

When he was called up, he patted Apollo on the back and said, "Now remember to have fun. I told them to shut off the fire alarm for this so just give it your all. Do it as we rehearsed, we'll save the improv for later." Apollo Nodded, and being as happy as his trainer he felt no fear as he galloped onto the stage. Blaine followed close behind, hobbling on his cane to the back of the stage. In the spotlight, Apollo reared back on its hind legs and neighed menacingly, swaying it's head so that its flaming mane would release embers all across the stage. It was a pretty sight, but simply just and introduction. It was time to demonstrate its power.

As soon as it put its legs back down, the might horse looked upward as if staring at something. To the shock of many an audience member, Apollo opened its mouth and abruptly let loose a massive Inferno over the heads of the audience. It was too high to hit any of them, but just the fact that it was so close made many visibly squirm in their seats. Others looked upon it with awe and wonder, noticing the beauty that came with fire. Eventually the squirmy members got into the thrill of it and became more relaxed. When Apollo shut his mouth to cease the blast, the overhead flames disappeared to release multicolored embers, which the audience seemed to enjoy outright.

Ah, but Apollo had a bit more up his sleeve. The majestic horse neighed proudly and began to gallop in a circle around the stage. It didn't look like much but as it gained speed its flamed appendages, mane and tail began to leave a fine looking after image, not to mention more multi colored embers. After a moment of this, Apollo Bounced high into the air while the embers swirled around below. While in mid air, one would see fire beginning to swirl around him as he dove downward, giving him the appearance of a meteor. The impact of a combined Bounce and Flame Charge created a small explosion on the stage and caused the embers to fly toward the audience. When the explosion died down, Apollo would be seen unharmed, standing in a small circle of dying flames. Apollo gave a low bow, as did Blaine who hobbled up beside them. With one more bow they both exited via left stage, kicking up some ashes as they went.

[redmom]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:320px; border-left: 1px solid #333333; padding-left: 5px;][classy=posthere]It had been years since Cameron had stepped onto the spotlight and it never seemed to have changed. There were always the crowds of people waiting to be dazzled with the crafty pokemon skills. It got her heart pumping. Whether she was nervous (something she'd never admit aloud) or excited, she wasn't quite sure. But she remembered this feeling well, back when she had her first debut as a coordinator. She wondered if Red was out there in the crowd hiding - well, of course he was! He had surprised her by instantly joining the contest when they had arrived at Castelia. Her argument? Well, they'd find Rizal this way and have a bit of fun! Nevermind that she wanted to show her son a bit of how she was during her glory days. She couldn't very well let her son go out to those wolves the people call he media after all! "Just a few more minutes." Holding on to the pokeball, she remembered what her oldest companion had wanted. The flighty bug type wasn't her main in coordinating back then - with her lack of courage and self-confidence, but it appeared that has changed for today. They were persistent on being the first of Cameron's pokemon to show off just how strong they were. And then it came. Their turn to take the stage. She didn't trudge on, but she stood, tall and proud, making her way to the stage. Like the other's she'd dressed for this. A pink ascot tied around her neck, along with a pink hair tie. Both presents from her husband long ago. She almost reached for her ascot, remembering this, but changing it at the last second by throwing the pokeball into the air. "Andromeda, show us the way!" A trail of light shot for the sky as the pokemon burst into the air. The butterfree's wings were colored differently for the appeal, bright colors coated each wing, allowing a rainbow to trail behind her whenever she moved faster, as it did now. She allowed herself to make a traditional rainbow arc above the crowd before focusing on their actual appeal. She twirled back down in seemingly random shapes. With a combination of the dust and teleport, Andromeda was able to make short work of the shapes. One circle was formed, primarily red in color. Then another was blue. And it went on until there were five of them. One for each region. Red for kanto; orange for johto, green for hoenn, blue for sinnoh, and violet for unova. The five rings were all intertwined with one another. Wings still fiercely beating, the butterfree pressed on. A combination of teleport and her modified silver wind allowed each rainbow to strike true, keeping every one of the rings in shape. The color was draining from the butterfree's wings as she kept on with the attack until she returned to her original color. Andromeda moved back, translucent wings shimmered as the remnants of the colored "dust" fell. The rings got a blow of her psybeam, giving each rainbow a more defined color tinge to them. It was almost as if she'd lit them on fire. To finish it off, the butterfree teleported to the center of the symbols, emitting a quick bug buzz sent not in beam form but radiated among the rings. It caused the illusion to dissolve into harmless sparks among the crowd. As Andromeda basked in the cheers of the crowd, Cameron felt her heart beating wildly. A hand pressed against her chest as she gave a bow. Now that's how you give an appeal. With Andromeda trailing after Cameron, the two left the stage.[/classy]

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[henri3]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3][style=background-color: #e94462; height: 25px; width: 380px; border-radius: 8px 8px 0 0; border-bottom: 3px solid #e8cb1b;][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][/style][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 12px; font-family: tahoma; color: #494949; height: 150px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #fff;]Preparing for this had been more fun than Halinor would ever admit. Yes, contests were hard work, and she and Ngaio wouldn’t even try and hide their relief once their appeal was over, but they were fun. Definitely far more fun than battles – ‘cause who honestly dressed up in pretty dresses in make up for battles? Or created routines that were supposed to win over the crowd with their beauty, skill, toughness, and whatever else you had at your disposal. The crowd had stopped murmuring from the last appeal. They were being told to quieten down since the next appeal would start. Halinor took a couple of deep breaths and made sure her dress still looked perfect. Not that she ever felt perfect when she wore any shade of yellow. Thank Arceus she was allowed to wear her pink, silk shawl with it – this way her colours matched her Nagio, her Cherrim. She entered from the left side of the stage, while her Cherrim entered from the opposite side. Both her and her Pokemon moved lightly, but the Cherrim had to move swifter to make up for its significantly shorter steps. Some of the more fashion conscious people in the crowd seemed to approve of Halinor’s cocktail dress and her heels, although the shawl was probably a little debatable – and of course there were bound to be a couple who thought that she had overdone it a bit by wearing a cocktail dress, but oh please! Those certain people ought to be thankful that she hadn’t worn her bright pink sequined dress, like she had been dared to. It was Ngaio’s show, after all. Not hers. She wasn’t supposed to be the one standing out. Halinor said the magic words to her Pokemon, and it began. She stepped into the background while her Cherrim. Now that all the attention was on her, she opened up her petals to reveal her sunshine form, which had been brushed over lightly with a mineral powder which made her sparkle a bit more under the light. And as soon as her petals had opened up to the audience, they started to glow slightly while she chanted a couple of sentences, as if she was the leader of a waiata. Her voice came as a surprise to many as it was stronger and not as dainty as what had been expected of such a small Pokemon. The Cherrim demanded attention. And attention she received. She continued with her Lucky Chant although she had now toned her voice down to a better level for chanting. It was still as loud as before, but not as demanding and was at a slightly higher and more suitable pitch. And as she chanted, the Cherrim started to dance. It started off as an ordinary dance that any Pokemon could do, so long as they had put the effort into learning it. The Cherrim had practiced this dance at every spare moment she was allowed, not because she knew she would be performing in front of many people, but because she loved dancing. The audience started to get bored after about half a minute. They were waiting for some kind of theatrics. Of course they were waiting for that. Especially after the wonderful performances of all the other previous appeals. On time, as she finished the first third of her chant, Cherrim delivered what they wanted as her dance evolved into a proper Petal Dance. Tiny, pink petals were summoned and the Cherrim was careful to keep most of them dancing alongside and around her, only letting occasional petals escape and land in the audience for their enjoyment. While she was doing this, her chant was becoming softer and lighter, and although it was hard to concentrate on doing three things at once, the chant had a very practical use – it kept her dance in time. More and more petals started to emerge, seemingly out of nowhere, and the scent of them began to fill the room. After all, why was it only the audience’s sight that had to be appealed to? It had always been the plan to appeal to the audience’s ears and nose as well as their eyes. And Cherrim seemed to be doing a pretty good job of that so far. The audience had become relaxed and somewhat enchanted, if not curious, with what she was doing. It was clearly a build up to the climax. Well then, it was time to wake them up! The Cherrim had the petals move in closer, almost completely hiding herself from the view of the audience in her dome. The chant slowed down and quietened until it became less than a whisper. The audience had become a bit more alert – where had the chant gone? And the Pokemon? They were peering at the cluster of pink petals, wondering if something had gone wrong. The backs of their minds told them something was about to happen, but not many people listened. And then Cherrim struck - catching them all off guard! Shining green leaves erupted from the inside of the dome of petals, slicing most of the petals apart. As she had used Magical Leaf Cherrim had started up her Lucky Chant again, louder and stronger than the first time she had chanted. The sight of the leaves slashing the petals and the demanding sound of the chance definitely brought the audience’s attention back to her. They were cheering for her. Perfect. She started to wrap up the last third of her chant as her leaves razored through the remaining petals. The very last line had been chanted the loudest, and the leaves dropped dead to the floor as soon as her voice was silenced. She was still. The appeal was over, and that was that. She stayed still and quiet, as did the audience - they didn't seem sure whether they were allowed to make a sound or not. It became clear that the appeal was over when Halinor stepped forward from the shadows and stood beside her Pokemon. They bowed and received applause, then Halinor picked up Ngaio up and carried the poor, exhausted thing off the stage. Ngaio was now confused after having to do Petal Dance for so long, and she was lucky to have been successful with her Magical Leaf. It had taken a lot of training to teach Nagio how to delay the onset of the confusion, but the hard work had clearly paid off. Now it was time for her to take a rest backstage while the two awaited the results. 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[arcangelo]

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[/i][/style][style=float: left; background-color: FFFFFF; width: 260px; opacity: 0.6; margin-top: 20px; border-radius: 20 20 0 0; margin-left: 20px][style=padding: 10px; opacity: 1.0; color: 000000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify]angel was scared, there was no refuting that. he stood backstage, hands holding a single pokeball with a grip so tight his knuckles were white. there was no one besides him right now. he would be on stage alone, giving commands alone. who was he kidding by being here? angel wasn't a man for showing off. he was the one who receded into the background, remaining undetected. he didn't want attention, didn't want anyone to look at him and think, what a freak.

judas wasn't here to hold his hand through it this time.

"You're up!" A man said, flashing Angel a thumbs up. His headset was almost falling off his head, but he just tried to give Angel some comforting words. "You'll be fine, go and show them what you've got, all right?"

with a pat on the back, angel was pushed forward onto the stage. there was no applause as he stepped out onto the centre of the stage, a dark hood hiding his features. his overcoat fell all the way to the floor, fur lining his hood hiding his entire face.

deep breath. hand up. pokeball out.

a pristine, white dewgong burst out into the air, letting out a joyous cry before somersaulting in the air, and landing on the stage floor. there were some murmurs among the crowd, but angel paid them no heed. he pulled his hood off quietly, and then there were certainly some shocked gasps. his eyes were closed, almost not daring to look up and having to meet the large crowd.

"it'll be okay, angel. you're safe."

the tall, lanky man openned his eyes as ghiaccio turned around to look at him. angel held up his left hand, two fingers up and two curled in. he pointed the fingers straight up, before spiraling downwards. ghiaccio bobbed her head, turning around to face the crowd. it would start, then.

angel took a step back, watching as ghiaccio first generated an ice beam, firing it straight up into the air. the dewgong formed a carbon copy of itself made of ice, the interior hollow, and the entire structure resembling glass. then, ghiaccio formed more ice spears, surrouning the dewgong itself in a circle. finally, ghiaccio rocketed upwards with aqua jet, heading straight for the ice sculpture. with a crash!, the dewgong broke into millions of pieces, and ghiaccio went spiralling downwards, enveloping herself with aqua ring before touching down on the ground, surrounded by sparkling ice shards glinting off the light, and ice pillars in a ring around the dewgong.

angel ignored any sort of applause, simply coming up to stroke the dewgong, offering it a smile of congratulations. ghiaccio happily butted her head against angel's shoulder, offing a happy noise. the tall man returned the ice type to her pokeball, and silently walking off the stage. [/style][/style][style=float: left; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/7vhts.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 0 0 0 20; margin-bottom: 20px][/style][style=float: right; width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: FFFFFF; opacity: 0.6; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 10px; border-radius: 0 0 20 0][style=padding: 10px; opacity: 1.0; color: 000000; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; height: 130px; overflow: auto;]music only girl in the world (cover) - boyce avenue
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[king]

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