[TOURNEY] Lethe vs Sulfur

[lou]

ROUND 1
Lethe vs. Sulfur
BATTLE COMMENCE

[linette]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f5f5f5; box-shadow:0px 0px 10px, b table] blossom of snow [style=border-top:5px solid #454545;padding-top:2px;]She feels exposed without Cantelleina. Through years of travel and different hardships, all around, despite the fact that she knows Cantelleina's a pokemon (and will always be a pokemon), its the closest thing she's ever had to a friend. Now, with the sudden absence, clutching a single small pokeball in her hand, Sulfur can feel the gaping emptiness that struggles to suck her in and devour her: and she'd draw to chip away at the nervous anxiety, too, but she's only ever drawn off models in the past. She finds emotions difficult to draw because they have no models. Fumbling, she reaches into her pocket and pops a piece of gum into her mouth, chewing fervently. "Voltorb." Sulfur bites her lip and tosses the sphere in the air, watching as red light explodes outwards to reveal an enlarged version of the former that's also a native to her home. Somewhere in the depths of her dress she feels the stiff, unbending wobble of her other two choices, fighting to join their peer, and hopes that she doesn't have to use 'other region' pokemon with the full knowledge that she'll be forced to, sometime in the future. "Magnet Rise!" Air around it hums, and the pokemon immediately levitates above the ground, sparks flickering in front of her. The arena is a big one, and such a sound travels, echoing across walls. Satisfied, Sulfur pockets the device and takes out a jet black pencil, coupled with her sketchbook, at ready for when her opponent enters through the door opposite to her own. Cantelleina has always provided color for pictures like these (for even though the world may think in black and white, special occasions demand color, to depict uniqueness for all its worth). Everyone she's battled in the past have their own, unique picture in the sketchbook, faces flying by in the blur as she turns the pages. Sulfur's grip on the pencil tightens and her knuckles turn white. This time, she'll have to make her own color. ((voltorb > magnet rise. we r fated to thread sorbet)) [/style]

[atrb=valign, top] ► lethe

CODED BY ELECTRIC

[abyss]

VICTORY: SULFUR

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