[CONTEST] BRACKET 3

[king]

CONTEST BRACKET 3

Halinor, Calliope, Rui, Angel.

[rui]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=width: 400px; border-left: 6.5px #ff9d0a solid;][style=font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10.5px; text-align: justify; width: 350px; padding: 20px;][style=float: left; background-color: #ff9d0a; height: 200px; width: 100px; margin-right: 10px;] [style=border: 2px #ebebeb solid; height: 80px; width: 80px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][style=border: 2px #ebebeb solid; height: 80px; width: 80px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px;][/style] [/style]Rui couldn’t believe she’d actually made it to the second round of the Contest in the Olympics. Surely there were more experienced Coordinators out there than some amateur like herself? There probably are… she thought unquestioningly. I just can’t believe Chi and I actually made it! I’ll have to get him an apple for a treat…he deserves it. The red-haired young woman looked down at her second pokemon and smiled, placing a hand on the topmost arm of the star-shaped pokemon that was hovering just off the ground at her feet. ”Are you ready, Star?” she asked. The pokemon did nothing in response, but the red gem of its face flashed in the light. She figured that meant it was ready for some action. ”Okay let’s go.” The pokemon followed her as she moved from behind the curtain onto the stage, ready to perform for judges and contestants alike. Rui waved to the people in the crowd who let loose cheers, showing their excitement for the second round. She was just as excited as them, if not moreso. ”Alright Star, just like we practiced? Start out with a Cosmic Power.” The pokemon nodded, using its psychic powers to levitate further into the air. It turned over onto its back and began to spin, the front set of its arms moving clockwise, the back set moving counter-clockwise in almost mirrored motions. Sparkling bits of what looked like stardust flew from the ends of each arm, spraying them outwards in a pinwheel-like motion, dusting the stage and some of the crowd with it. The body of the pokemon began to glow white, telling Rui that her pokemon had reached the point to move on to the next move. They had to act fast for their appeal to have the full effect. ”Alright, move on to Confuse Ray.” The pokemon stopped spinning stardust everywhere before curling its legs upward, almost like a swimmer performing a dance in water. An aura of purple energy shot from the ruby-colored core of the pokemon, exploding upwards like a wide vortex, only inside was not wind, but black streams of ghostly power that had glowing heads. The yellow-gold of the heads led the tails of black energy behind them were like stars falling from the sky as they slowly drifted down to earth, slower than a feather would off a bird pokemon. ”Great! Now finish off with a Psychic Pump!” It wasn’t a real technique by any means, but it was something that Rui had created while working with her pokemon. The ruby-colored core of the Starmie glowed a vibrant red, contrasting sharply with the dim white glow if its body as it released a powerful Hydro Pump straight for the ceiling of the room, the powerful burst of water being cut off mere seconds after it was released. The core of the pokemon flashed once before the water in the air – now beginning to fall back to earth – took on a similar red glow. It halted mid-fall, before it could touch even the highest-seated spectators. A splashing sound was heard as the water split apart into separate droplets and lowered gently through the air, through the glowing orbs of the still-present Confuse Ray and Cosmic Power, sparkling light in the dimmed performance area. It was a truly beautiful combination until the last of the mingled attacks fell to the ground silently. The Starmie lost all glow entirely and righted itself in mid-air, appearing to look at the crowd with its faceless front before hovering over to its trainer, who threw her arms around it. ”You did great, Star! That was so pretty!” Now, the nerve-racking wait. [style=color: #ff9d0a; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]so the beautiful world,[/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px;]❚ WORDS: 610 ❚ TAGS: Henri as Halinor, Cathy as Angel, Tsun as Calliope ❚ NOTES: contest yay ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style][/style]

[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]scared. angel was scared. he had made it onto the second round. he would be expected to be better now. all eyes on him. his breath hitched backstage, in a private room they'd given to him. guarire was standing before him, the blissey concerned. angel held one of her hands in his own, hand tense, but keeping his grip gentle. he didn't want to hurt guarire, no, never.

His name was called from outside the room, and the man frmo before tentatively openned it. "Are you ready, Mr. Alkaev?" He asked, a soothing smile on his face.

angel squeezed guarire's hand one more time, before returning her to her pokeball. he stood, following the man down the corrider and back to the stage. the tall man took a deep breath, before stepping out onto the stage, moving to the back centre. angel took a bow, fingers nervously kneading the hard metal of the pokeball. here goes, he thought, straightening and tossing the first pokeball.

drago leaped into the air, long, serpentine body looping in the air before coming to rest just above the very centre of the stage. the jewel under her head shone spectacularly with the lighting, entire body radiating health, beauty, and elegance. angel smiled, drago was born of elegance. the dragonair turned around to face him, floating over and emitting a happy cry. angel stroked drago's head, using three fingers and looping it off at the end. silent hand commands again, but drago knew what to do.

without hesitation, the dragonair spun around, moving back to the center stage. she floated up into the air a bit, maybe two metres off the ground, before using a safeguard. a sparkling green glow enveloped her, radiating off of her in gentle waves. then, she moved to the side of the stage, and then proceeded to rocket forward with extremespeed, moving in a circle and greating a mint green light trail behind her, before it tapered off and fell to the ground like green sparkles. as she passed over angel, some of the particles of the safeguard fell and rained down on him. angel relished in the feel, before focusing back on drago.

she stopped again, moving back to the centre with the safeguard still pulsing gently, now on the ground. she tilted her head upwards, using a single wave dragon pulse at the roof, a single blue shock wave erupting and flying upwards. immediately after, her body was enveloped n a thunder wave, blue electricity bolting upwards. it struck straight through the dragon pulse, with drago's own safeguard being amplified by the electricity surrounding her body.

and then, in a second it was all over. the safeguard faded away, the thunder wave stopped, and drago let the particles of the dragon pulse rain down in a circle around her, head raised in pride, showing off her elegant body. angel walked out to where drago was, stroking her head and whispering the softest nothings to her, none of the fear from before still there. drago wouldn't let anything happen to him.

the dragonair rubbed her head against angel, her tail wrapping around his ankles. angel almost chuckled, but instead began to walk backstage again. he'd rather keep drago out of her pokeball, he enjoyed her company. "thank you." he looked at drago as they walked, velvet voice soft as a whisper. drago simply gave a coo, lightly bumping her nose against his shoulder.[/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
words 589
notes /on time[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]

[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;]Wow. Impressive. Halinor’s plain old Roselia had to follow the acts of a Starmie and a Dragonair? Halinor felt the nervousness try to dry up her throat, and quickly took a couple of gulps from her water bottle. She looked at Reinga, her Roselia. She was showing less nervousness than her trainer, thankfully. Reinga always seemed to be one for a cool head and was practicing her steps for the umpteenth time when someone called into the backstage room to say that they were up now. Halinor shot up out of her seat, and then swore as she tried to adjust her dress for standing. A new appeal had meant a new dress, of course; what girl wouldn’t pass up that opportunity? Again, like in her previous appeal, Halinor entered the stage from the opposite corner of her Pokemon. While Halinor tried to be careful about walking gracefully, her Roselia didn't seem to have a care as she happily skipped and twirled her way to her trainer. They didn’t stop when they met in the middle – like in the last appeal. Instead, they carried on moving until they were at opposite front corners of the stage. Halinor would stay on the stage’s left front for the entre appeal, while Reinga on the other hand... well, no one wooed an audience by standing still. Reinga started with a bow to the audience, and raised herself back up slowly, keeping hold of a graceful air. Her arms and roses reached above her head to the ceiling, one crossing in front of the other. She stepped forward with one foot, but after that there were no more slow movements. With a few twirls, a leap and more subsequent twirls she had made it to her trainer’s side, but didn’t dare stay there for long. She jumped, managed to point one of her flowers at Halinor’s chin and quickly turned around, excreting a sweet smell from one of her roses, which started to glow a golden colour. She grapevined back to the centre of the stage’s front, carefully moving her arms and now-golden roses around, tracing eloquent patterns which were naked to the eye. But the noses of the audience members on the other hand were starting to pick up on the calm and relaxing smell of the Aroma Therapy. Not only was the smell relaxing, but watching the glowing flowers moving calmly would hopefully have the same effect on them as well. Entrancing. As she started to swiftly move to the back of the stage, one foot neatly guiding the other, the flowers at the end of Reinga’s arms gradually started to lose their golden glow, but not a second after the near-hypnotic effect of her previous move had worn off, something of a much harsher colour glowed from their centres, something darker, growing bigger, trying to escape into the audience, to explode out onto the stage. Reinga didn’t contain it for very long and all of a sudden two deep, dark purple orbs were shot into the air. Almost as if in celebration of releasing them, Reinga started to dance her way to the dead centre of the stage, twirling and leaping under the orbs as they exploded sending many smaller, more magenta coloured baby orbs to the ground. Reinga was careful to avoid them, altering her dance in order to make sure they didn’t land on her. Once landed, she had to become more careful as the orbs lost their magenta glow and in their places were purple, poisonous spikes. Toxic Spikes, of course. Reinga raised her arms and flowers above her head again and began to twirl, slowly at first, her roses now growing a faint pink outline as she started to summon flower petals for a Petal Dance. The pink petals gently floated out of Reinga’s roses at first. A few landed on the spikes, but had landed so lightly that they hadn’t been pierced. Reinga wouldn’t have the same luxury if she made that mistake. Before now her appeal had only been a show of beauty; only now was there a bit of danger introduced. Reinga sped up, keeping new-born petals afloat in the air with her faster, swifter Petal Dance. She skilfully dodged the spike traps which she had set for herself, despite her dance speeding up more and more with each second. But it wasn’t the speed of her dance which she had to worry about… Halinor drew in a sharp gasp of air. It had happened. She always had a worry that it would. Reinga had started to slow down her dance, as her appeal had begun to end, but Halinor saw one of the Roselia's feet prick itself on a spike. Reinga had jumped a little in surprise at it, and now that she had jumped, she continued to do a couple more impromptu jumps, in an attempt to cover up her blooper. They were successful, due to Reinga's care to not land her full weight on the pricked foot. Finally, she stopped, centre stage, and bowed again to the audience, one leg shaking from her own poison. Halinor walked out to her Pokemon, wearing leather ankle boots so that her own feet wouldn’t get poisoned if she accidentally stood on a spike (she still took care to avoid stepping on them altogethter, of course), and together the two bowed one more time before exiting the stage. Fearing that her Pokemon would walk embarrassingly in her confused state, possibly akin to that of a drunk person, Halinor returned the Roselia to its Pokeball before exiting. [/style]
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