[TOURNEY] Riley vs Stein

[lou]

ROUND 1
Riley vs. Stein
BATTLE COMMENCE

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There's a flask in his pocket, pokeballs on his belt, and a fedora on his head-His usual belongings, but Riley feels weird like this, appearing here, away from home, away from his friends. Away from Beowulf, really. Although Beowulf was usually concealed in a pokeball anyway, Riley was holding a stranger's pokemon. Pokemon that were foreign to him in every way. Still, Lux doesn't hold many events in the cold region of Sinnoh, and even though (in a way) Riley helped pay for it, he'd be taking part today. In a childish tournament. But meh. Whatever does the trick. Riley wanted his name whispered around, until every weasel in Nox's ranks was cowering in fear. That was the way to truly win a war.

He's done this sort of thing before, it's almost like modeling, or it was last time. This time it's different. He walks himself straight to the battlefield, (or actually, rather crookedly to the battlefield) and stops. His hat is down, he doesn't show his eyes until he stops moving. A flash of brilliant ice gazes upon the opponent. Intimidation is key, and Riley is well aware of how he can deliver that. It's meant to be friendly, in fact, most might shake their opponent's hand, but all Riley does is slip out his flask, and in a glint of silver, unscrews the cap.

And chugs it right there, moving the bottle completely upright as he finishes it off. He has three more concealed in his navy overcoat, to be consumed leisurely. This was purely for intimidation, but it was a nice refresher. He felt loose already, but Riley is still quite observant and he knows that he'll look like the bigger man if he starts first. So he does. Meganium. And the creature emerges, majestic and ready, rocking back and forth, writhing it's neck. It takes him a moment to notice, but Riley sees that the Meganium is stretching. Maybe it has experience after all. No matter. Although it helps to have strong pokemon, the real strategist is the trainer, and therefore it didn't matter who his partner was.

Of course he was too cocky. That was Riley's plan. Make the opponent think little of him, and strike when they least expect it. Light Screen, and Reflect. The green dinosaur obeys, summoning up the two screens that provide a strong barrier for defense. Man. He wanted another drink already.

This was going to be a long battle.







For reference:
aura talk, through the mind
"talk out loud"
thoughts

[stein]

Stein stands where assigned.

Scarce of gestures or emotion, he stands like a stone awaiting the wind to chip and chip away at his surface, to shape him.

And finally, a breeze waves into the stage; drunken, lazy, stumbling in its appearance. The thought discouraged Stein’s better sense of sportsmanship, forcing the man to scoff and shake his head and shrug broad, broad shoulders until the large trench coat at his shoulders felt comfortable on him. A small smile dresses his expression, and a cigar rest between tight lips.

Smoke drifts from the burning tip, and as the man blows out a torrent of smoke he calls forth his first pokemon.

Despite them being rentals, their moves were adequate and they were known to be experienced and obedient. Stein, in a sense, placed uncommon trust in his new, temporary friends and called out the first one, despite reason dictating otherwise. And spilling out from the ball in bursts of red, coruscating light came a small, green primate. A pansage hopped up and down with juvenile enthusiasm as it faced down the Meganium and its screens of protection.

“Gunk Shot.”

The monkey breathed in, its chest rising with pride before he spit out a torrent of purple, poisonous substance; aimed directly at the meganium.

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Oh god. This was insufferable. The drunk gave into his temptation and took the flask out. It was a much stronger drink, it fizzed and bubbled and foamed after being shaken around in his pocket. It's not gone, fortunately for the blue haired male wobbling on the dirt. Even Riley wasn't capable of drinking this contraption so fast, such a thing would be nearly impossible, at least if Riley wanted to stay conscious. Honestly? He probably would finish it, but he was in the middle of this clusterfuck instead.

He was scorned upon for drinking; he was a professional and the crowd did not like to see him treat this as a joke. It was then that he noticed the smoke drifting from his opponent's side. He wasn't alone. That sucker. Wasting his life away on cigarettes. The aura guardian knew better. If he wanted to waste his life away, use alcohol. "You're gonna get long- uhhh. lung cancer dude." Only a sentence. You expected some long protest about smoking? Yeah well uuuh... Get an appointment with Riley or something. He doesn't just hand out his therapeutic advice.

The Meganium didn't hear a word from it's temporary trainer, Riley didn't care about the green dinosaur anyway. It wasn't his. Do something! If he could whine through aura, trust me, Riley would be. The Meganium, although very disappointed in the aura guardian, accepted it's fate and took the powered down poison type move, which only dealt a mediocre amount of damage after the light screen that had been put up. Hey, trainer. You're being an ass. Why don't you just do something? Riley picked up the thought from Meganium after it took the gunk shot, but there was no reply but a drunk cackle, and a few hiccups.

Desperate for attention, the Meganium set up a toxic, trying to use it's defensive screens and status to defeat the enemy. Freaking Simisages. Could there be a more embarrassing grass type?
I know, they're dolts, right?
All mammals are dolts.
And with the Meganium's criticism, Riley gulped down more of his drink.

[stein]

Stein shifted where he stood.

Carefully, tracing one foot along the platform on where from where he’d direct his rentals. Hands are in his pockets, and lips are pulled into a tight line while holding the cigar in place. Thick smoke harden his resolves, and when he finally speaks a hand is lifted to hold the death stick for a moment; only for long enough for his orders to carry across the stage, for the weird grass type to register.

The toxic was inevitable, Stein believed.

“Acrobatics.”

The green grass type – redundant, no? – darted across the distance jumping, leaping with hands and feet, spinning, spiraling before a final, large leap to carry it towards the Meganium, meaning to descend with the might of inertia and gravity, performing aerial acrobatics channeled into a swift attack. At the cost of being poisoned, Stein understood, and so did the monkey-like thing…

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Riley stares at the monkey. It's green. Odd. Freaky, even, as it's easy to imagine that thing licking the blood off the knife it used to kill you. Of course, Riley's completely oblivious to the thought, even though it swirls in his head and bubbles up. Just like booze. Oh yeah, that reminds him. He needs more next time. The drunk gurgled down more and then stuck out his chin, glaring at the Meganium.

The grass type pokemon, this one was normal, mind you, rolled it's pinkish eyes and turned to the monkey, who was aiming an acrobatics. In a swift movement, the dinosaur's neck bent gracefully, allowing the monkey to fly over it's shoulder. The Meganium's petals were wrinkled, Riley noticed right away. "Clean up your feathers!" He yelled sloppily, oblivious to his choice of words. The Meganium craned it's neck around to see it's temporary trainer. Hopeless. So a green dinosaur continued battling by itself, stranded on the battlefield by it's trainer, who was too busy cackling on his platform.

An odor drifts across the field, one of rotting wood and dead leaves, as a giant tree begins to sprout and grow. The trunk cracks and buckles under the weight of the branches, and the tree falls, aimed for the opposite side of the field, specifically at the grass monkey. In a FRENZY, the PLANT-like pokemon hurries back, to avoid getting hit with it's own attack.

An odor drifts across the field, one of egg salad and blue cheese. Riley turns around, rear facing the enemy, only to embrace the disgusting scent that was being sent over at the opponent. The man falls down laughing on the floor, as his flask spills the alcohol into his mouth and onto his clothing.

Oops.

[abyss]

VICTORY: RILEY

Congratulations!