[POKEA] ARGENTA VS. LYRA VS. HAYATO VS. GIOVANNI

[The Crash Man Ω]

ROUND TWO: Capture The Flag: Argenta vs. Lyra vs. Hayato vs. Giovanni

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[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid red; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]The wonder of leaving a Rhyperior with a herd of rhyhorn can do to lighten its step. The miracle a night with a Nidoqueen could do for the purple sovereign of Rocket. And all Tyranitar needed to feel rejuvenated for the next round of games was a pile of compost to gobble up. Potions were in good supply in Unova. Not quite as expensive, and each Pokemon had been administered heaping amounts of the spray. Now, the arena shook with the crowd waiting for them as they hobbled, four ants, out onto the colieseum field.

After the 360-degree camera swiveled away to the next formation of competitors, Giovanni turned to his hoard. The Rhyperior and Nidoking turned to him, standing at attention, while the brain-damaged Tyranitar blankly scratched its snout. "All right you three. The second round isn't going to be easier than first. Wipe their faces in to the dirt - we are the heros and I cannot lose," he recited as boisterous as ever. The old and familiar tune of a trumpet played as the crowds lifting up, applauding, chanting, shirts torn off and painted chests thrust into the air.

The circular field was split up into quadrants, and in each of these plots of territory, a red cloth was thrown over a a meter-high pole. All four dangled, shifting in the breeze of competition. The breath of nervousness hung in the air of Castelia, in the anxious crowd, and the competitors, the war in the back of everyone's mind like a forgotten dream that could not be named.

The Rhyperior thumped its great rocky hand on Giovanni's shoulder and took it's position in front of the flag. It scowled like Crocadile Dundee as at over-analyzed its opponents. Rhyperior was like the bouncer of a night-club, fat and immovable. Tyranitar hovered to one side of the base quadrant while Nidoking scampered off to rush the offense. Giovanni was then escorted to a platform at the very center of the field. It rose above the green, painted white and red and decorated like the orb of a Pokeball. Thus, all four commanders were jammed together. Giovanni didn't like how they would hear all his commands, but at least he would know theirs. His beady eyes ran the numbers, checking the Pokemon of his opponents like the fox counts the bunnies.

"Prepare the field!" he shouted to the Rhyperior. The fat rock pokemon and the King of the Nidos began to stomp, rhythmically, like a tribe that spoke to the eart. The seats rumbled as two Earthquakes cracked the earth, shattering the ground into cracks as it broke at sharp angles. Pieces jutted up into the air, one in particular carrying the Tyranitar to a height almost equal to the trainer's stand. Nero wobbled on his perch, an uncertain dodo, and then, took a seat. He was the master of this canyon like labyrinth that had become the field. Somewhere, the Nidoking skidded off, digging his claws into the rocky ledges and bounding with all the speed he could muster in the general direction of a flag.

Then, he sidled up to Argenta from the previous round. Another Veteran like him, something worth his while, something matured and worth his while. The ridiculous trampoline event had concluded before their deal had been struck. In fact, they had been interrupted by the announcer, and the story had been cut in the middle.

"We meet again?" he said, suggesting a coin with his smile. He nudged her side with his elbow and whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath young. "Let's put the children to sleep so it can be just us." [/style]

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[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid purple; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]The warm light bathed her like victory as the stage Madonna stepped out into the spotlight once more, the dozens of spectators situated around wildly screaming names and sounds incomprehensible to the human ear. Pokemon from either sides streamed out - her opponent's pokemon - with increased vigor, breathing heavily with the exertion from previous affairs and little 'scuffles' that had broken out as a result, their trainers' faces somber with the knowledge that their pokemon couldn't last this way much longer and therefore, required all of their best tricks. Argenta, on the other hand, had just cleaned her glasses so that they now shone with trickles of the lights overhead and applied a fresh coat of cherry red lipstick - her pink hair stood on end and stood to attention like it'd just been done fresh at a salon only moments before. Her pokemon were eager and determined: Vaporeon's eyes shone with excitement and even frosslass looked unnaturally pleased. Vileplume sulked by her side, fresh water dripping from it but no lasting wounds nor scars that would last the rest of the competition. Some trainers utilized potions, full heals and other medicine to assure their pokemon the best for the obstacles ahead. Argenta scoffed. No need. After all, wasn't this all just a fun little game?

Bright white lines separated the quadrants of a lush, green battlefield, cloth hanging limp on a pole like the withered remains of a dreamer travelling only by a handkerchief. Three in total spanned before the woman's eyes: including her own made a nice quartet to dance to, perhaps have a little more of that fun she'd had last round. On the opposite end a black suit showed itself, the man from the previous round easy to pick out from a crowd - in a place where there was nothing but children he was the first one to be noticed as one who really knew how things worked. She gave a little smile in his direction then clapped her hands, directing a much wider smile to her pokemon. "No sweat, right?" She trilled. "Just do what you did last time and I think we'll do fine against these... children." It seemed like they were faced with youth once again, with the only veteran being the mysterious man in the suit. All three competitors gave her their own battle cry of agreement, neither to be beat when it came to determination.

Another battle cry from the other end of the playing field: not in words but rather, actions. At a swift command from their master the towering pokemon landed heavily on the ground, rumbling as earth shifted and flat plains transformed into a deadly canyon. "You heard the man." Argenta replied without missing a beat, watching with an bemused atmosphere as Vileplume struggled up from landing flat on its flowery head before turning to Froslass. "Prepare the field with a blizzard, m'dear!" Snow-white arms lifted into the sky and snapped downwards once, amassing the field with a blanket of snow that blocked out most visibility. Vaporeon clamored to the top of a jagged peak, snout tilting upwards to get maximum sight. "Later." Argenta murmured to Vileplume, who started to get to its feet as well, then nodded to Vaporeon. The pokemon took off, sliding on the iced-over patches of earth like a skating arena towards the first flag in sight.

Argenta nodded her head once, satisfied with all of the arrangements for the time being. She took a deep breath, leaning backwards sharply and dug her pointed heel in the ground, stabilizing her and preventing any prospects of slipping. VIleplume squealed a cry, attracting her attention with a point of one navy-blue paw to her left, where a buisnessman approached. "Indeed." She replied with a chuckle, remembering their little conversation from the previous round. "I was thinking something along the lines of the same thing." She laughed at him, feeling the hot breath melt some of the frost gathered around her face. "Though we'll see if it ends up working out in the long run, hm?" A sharp click resounded as she snapped her fingers at Vileplume, the blossom on its head expanding as an abnormally large seed escaped the top. Propelled by the freezing wind it travelled high above the cracked ground and exploded, scattering the green dust across the playing field.

Argenta sneezed, still chuckling softly to herself.



ooc: Frosslass uses Blizzard. Vaporeon dives for the flag. Vileplume uses Sleep Powder.[/style]

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[style=width: 300px; text-align:center; font-size: 26px; border-bottom: white solid 3px]VICTORS: GIOVANNI & ARGENTA[/style]
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