[CONTEST] BRACKET 4

[king]

CONTEST BRACKET 4

Blaine, Cameron, Wally, Mir.

[blaine]

((I just want to procrastinate ;~)

Blaine was mildly surprised that he had moved on to the next round. He didn't thinking using Inferno over the audience's heads would be so well received, but that just shows what he knows about contests: Absolutely nothing. It was time to set emotions aflame once again, this time with him first. Apollo had done a great job last round, but now it was Ra the Arcanine's turn.

"You're going to show these youngsters what for right?" Blaine asked his oldest pokemon as they waited their turn. Ra nodded confidently, though inside he was not very comfortable. Like the rest of Blaine's pokemon, he had never been in a contest so the idea of going on stage and preforming a set routine with no room for error made him exceptionally nervous. Especially since old Ra had been trained in the art of battle, rather than contest tomfoolery. Oh well, he shall trust the plan his master set out for him and hope that it was enough.

Soon enough it was their turn. As they walked on stage, Blaine whispered to Ra, "Remember, just like we rehearsed. Remember that it's all a show and it'll be cake." The two strode onto the stage, Blaine for the second time and Ra for the first time. It took a moment for Ra's eyes to adjust from the lights and when they did, he found himself alone in the center of the stage, Blaine behind and far left of him. Ra took a deep breath before letting out a fearful Arcanine bark that echoed throughout the stadium. He then flicked his tail and began.

Ra spread out his four legs wide and growled at the audience. His teeth began to glow blue as electricity sparked and static whirred, indicating a Thunder Fang. Then, in quick succession, he unleashed two Flame Bursts to the left and right of him, which came in contact with the thunder fang and thus combined with the electricity. The two bursts of electric flames that followed glowed a variety of dazzling and hypnotic colors, most likely entrancing the audience. Ra continued spitting the Flame Bursts several times throughout the stage, totaling six times. This wasn't it though.

On the sixth time, Ra ran after the flame burst and just as it exploded on the ground in a bundle of colors, Ra emerged through it in a purple glow, having used Reversal on the flames. The purple combined with the blues, reds, and greens of the flame burst created a fantastical aurora of colors, that stemmed behind him like a wondrous tail. When he made it all the way forward, the flames dispersed and the crowd clapped. Ah but he wasn't done.

It was time to wrap it up. The thunder fang had faded due to lack of proper use but that was fine. He wouldn't need it anymore. Ra ran back to the middle of the stage and barked once as he began to run in a wide circle. After a short moment of running in a circle, Ra let loose another Flame Burst in front of him. Ah but shortly after, a green aurora covered the Arcanine's body and right as the flame burst on the stage, the Arcanine zoomed through it at Extreme Speeds. Ra continued to run in circles, but this time while on fire! Thus creating a massive circle of flames that eliminated the darkly lit stadium, and didn't do a bad job of heating it up too. Eventually, Ra disconnected from the circle and screeched to a stop at the edge of the stage, smoke floating off his resistant fur. The wheel behind him burst upward before also fading away, thus ending the act. The audience clapped and Blaine came up along side his Arcanine. They both bowed humbly and the two exited left stage.

[wally1]

[style=color: #000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style:italic; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px #FFFFFF; margin: -5px;]          color my world, but don't fly away[/style]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, border-left: 20px solid #92CD00;][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #666666; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; line-height: 8px;] [/style]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, border-left: 20px solid #34ACAF;][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;] Making it through to the second round had come as a complete shock to Wally, having been expecting to fail miserably. It wasn’t that he thought Garde had failed, no, it was just all the other appeals had been so amazing. The green haired man watched as the first of his bracket walked onto the stage, and felt his stomach plummet once more. The fiery display was dazzling, the vibrancy of the flames sure to leave a lasting impression on the audience. And here he was, going with a Pokemon that few would ever find dazzling or amazing. Even he had issues with it, but it was his Pokemon, and he had faith. Even if this went horribly wrong, it would be all the better for him and Remnant. Walking up and onto the stage, Wally found himself once again being struck by just how huge the crowd was. Up there were his friends cheering for him, waiting to see what the green haired boy would pull off after using his signature Pokemon as it were. Most people knew him for Garde, but he was here to prove she wasn’t the only Pokemon he had capable of putting on a show for the crowd. Reaching to his belt, Wally quickly pulled free a Premier Ball, one that had allowed him the pleasure of owning his current team member. The man drew in a careful breath, before throwing the orb into the air in front of him. As it split open and the stage was illuminated for but a second by the red light, Wally allowed a smile to ease itself onto his features. ” Remnant, let’s show them what you got ,” He called out, the darkness taking his Shedinja for but a second. The ghost was nervous of the stage, but Wally had spent time working with the ghost to prepare him for this. The air around the all but stoic Shedinja suddenly flared into life, a ring of pale blue flames surrounding it’s body as the Will-O-Wisp attack started. The ghostly flames grew in intensity, casting a ring of shadows around the Pokemon, before they slowly began to rise up into the air. The shadows lengthened and thinned, darkened and lightened, until all the shadows seemed to be spilling outward from Remnants body. As the will-o-wisps were moving, a dark orb of energy was forming above the Shedinja’s head, pulsing with it’s own rhythm. The Shadow Ball was all but fully formed, when several flashes of light surrounded the bug again, this time bright yellow compared to the ghostly blue of the will-o-wisps. These lights began to circle the shadow ball, coursing around it like a ring of sun’s, before it was fired straight upward. The Confuse Ray circled the orb, faster and faster, the lights causing the darkness of the Shadow Ball to become even more obvious, the light itself being drawn into the orb of ghostly energy. As the combination reached it’s beak, a sound began to resonate off the walls of the contest field. Light at first, the buzzing become more and more incessant. There seem to be no change in the Shedinja, except a slight vibration causing it’s body to shudder. As the buzz grew more intense, the shadow ball confuse ray combination began it’s descent, shadows playing once again in the light of the Will-O-Wisps, until the buzz hit it’s crescendo, loud enough to be heard clearly by the audience as one short sharp buzz. The sound wave struck skyward, Remnant’s Bug Buzz bouncing off the walls and people to reach it’s goal. The Will-O-Wisps seem to shudder for but a second, before they burst into a shower of sparks. Each one of them fell shortly after another, yet still the shadow ball fell. Two of the Shedinja’s strongest attacks combined above it’s head, the sound wave crushing the ghostly attack into a burst of dark energy and sound, washing over the audience. The sound wasn’t harsh, but it seemed to take in all others. It left a silence, the sort found only in the haunted locations. The sort linked to ghosts and ghouls. Wally stared, wide eyed, as his ghost tipped his head toward the audience before turning to float back toward his trainer. Would they applaud? Were they terrified into silence? The man couldn’t be sure, feeling a clench in his gut that worried him. He’d failed, hadn’t he? Then the applause started, and his face broke into a smile as he himself bowed, feeling Remnant land upon his head. It had been a trait passed on from the time he was a Nincada. He refused to walk anywhere by himself, instead much preferring to make the journey upon his trainers green head. [/style]

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[mir]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]The contestants prepared between round in a hive of ribbons, perfume, and hair dryers in a cramped hall below the stage. Women stepped around her in curlers while children who had managed to stay in the competition were recieving wishes of good luck from their parents. She remembered when her eyes caught those of the judge, his cave-like blues and prominent nose perched towards the left of the bench. His hair was like a weed that grew out of the crack in the sidewalk, flat and spred stiffly over the bald spot. Yes, she had slept with him. The mystery of the lock and the key that would fit it drew so many to her door. Her bellossom was now plopped on her lap, letting Mir's slender fingers idly tickle the dandelion fuzz on its feet. The woman's long hair was pulled back and tied with a red ribbon, brushed and brushed and brushed. How long would it last for her? The witch of Ecruteak glared at the floor, her eyes skipping across the tiles. Her manager finally returned, pushing past the groomers, to offer her a sandwich piled with meat and dripping with mustard. "You know I can't eat before I play." "Latios, just something already." "I'm not hungry." "Igarashi," "Please?" She always took the candy from the stranger, but never the real food. Maybe if she got through this show, she might see the boy from Olivine in the audience when the lights flooded the room to show reveal the applause. She was so alone surrounded by so many people. She took a sip of water, and then, sprinkled it contemplatively over the Bellossom. They were not children anymore - at least she was not a child. She knew who she was - a song and a dance. Still, it was hard to enjoy the moment with all this candy in her gut. Above, a performance finished on stage, someone bowed, and photography flashes followed. SHe shoved the Bellossom onto the ground, muttering "just, for later. It doesn't matter if I win here." But it did, perhaps, the most. One stage, she had parted ways from the half-eaten sandwich ditched on a napkin. Her mandolin weighed on her throat, and she sang for Bella more than for the crowd. A vortex of petals swung around the little Pokemon as she spun in her leafy skirt. She spun frantically, combining the grace and color of the petal dance with the speed of the swords dance and the wobbling creativity of the teeter dance. Like a child, she leapt, about the stage, a rainstorm of carnation petals following her, while Mir sang of the myth of the bulbasaur tree. Once, there had been a tree that was very hungry. It was made only of bark, and the Bulbasaur lived in its hollow innards, sleeping piled on top of each other. The tree whispered to them in their sleep, pleading to them for food to fill its empty belly. In the morning, the young Pokemon would leave and forage for food, but they would always return to their empty tree and dream of it's hunger. The petals skidded through the air like a swarm of fish, lifting into the ceiling in one great plume. The petal organized themselves ton ruffling bulbasaurs marching in procession under the roots of a great tree. None of the Bulbasaur woke up with their home's mission in mind. Like every other day, they went out and ate - and the petals whirled faster and faster, ruffling like feathers in the furious whip of the sword dance - and every night they came back to sleep. The tree grew weary until one day it at the Bulbasaurs that would not listen. Thus was the first pokemon captured. The great tree dispersed, falling to pieces of petals, easing to the floor. It was an old wives tale from Ecruteak, like all the others, making little sense. The bellossom curtsied to the audience, humming with satisfaction, while Mir continued to dwell upon the words.[/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;] Tagged: wally, blaine, red's mom[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[sunshineari]

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[style=margin-top: -6px; width: 260px; font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma]but good job to all of you [/style]