( SEMI-OPEN ) hardcore monster fighting: the movie

[refuses]

Who: silver ( refuses ), steven stone ( geophile ) + you!
When: slightly backdated to the afternoon/evening of 4/11!
Where: all things ViViD.
What: WHAT EVERY TRAINER LIVES FOR, pokemon battles!! in which steven mops the floor with silver :') characters are welcomed to enter the open ViViD session and watch from the audience bunks ( handwave it to your heart's content! ), and/or can interact with either of them after the battle's end.
Rating/Warning: maybe a bit of language, animals fighting each other-- but that's it for now!

POKEMON BATTLE: IN SESSION_
VS
ADD:\ player.cde < viewing only >
ENTER ?_

[ in this session of ViViD is a room— large and widened, reinforced floors of shimmering onyx reflecting the lights from each of its corners, soft designs carved into each plate of smooth stone on the battlefield. the room is set up as a stadium, its enormous middle arena surrounded by hundreds, seemingly thousands of bunks and an open sky that seems so dark, you could very well mistake it for a poorly lit ( vast ) ceiling. for now, all things are in silence, not a single sound to be heard other than the quiet, echoing steps of two trainers down below, a shock of cherry red hair on one side, and a shine of silvery white on the other.

they both look excited.

more lights clap on, shining down to properly illuminate the battle arena, and with that, a grand screen lights up above them for the whole room's easy viewing, from close ups to amazing camera angles, would you look at that. the trainers speak with each other, exchange smirks, and with a fast beat tune beginning to play, surrounding the arena and booming with the beat of one's heart with each drum— it could make just about anyone's pulse race all of a sudden ( especially with the appearance of creatures most would call otherworldly ). the entire room roars with cheers and yells from faceless npcs that were moments ago nowhere to be seen, whistling and clapping for the battle's start.

pokemon battles, man. things are going to go down. ]

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THE BATTLE

[refuses]

[geophile]

[ while Steven wasn't as outwardly excited as Silver was about this engagement, it'd be a complete lie to say that he wasn't looking forward to it. as a Champion, it was his duty to represent the Hoenn region as its best battler... but as a Trainer, he just wants an exciting match. from how the younger man had challenged him, he feels like he's in for something good.

he looks as collected as ever, but his eyes have a fire in them that looks quite foreign to anyone who's met him previously. before he takes his place, he smiles at Silver. at his side, beldum floats silently. ]

I'm expecting nothing less from you than your best. Don't disappoint me, Silver.

[refuses]

[ there's nothing else that makes him feel more alive these days. it's something that was worked on, polished— once upon a few times ago, battling was too serious, to the point where silver didn't allow himself excitement. victory was an obligation, failure was death. he'd run from his errors, find fault in something that wasn't him; he'd beat his own pokemon up for it, and sometimes his verbal abuse would have no end. his pokemon were worked over their limit, lacking union and possibly the most important thing that a trainer should have from the start— a healthy bond.

a bond that only today he shared with a group of six that he could proudly call his team, his comrades.

trainers have a sort of sixth sense, call it that if you will— trainers know challenges when they see one. to some, silver was grumpy, prickly, easily ruffled and one serious little stick. now was one of the only times where his smirk is wide, evident and restless to being. his eyes are bright, full of vigor— he was one to keep cool, sure, but he never really did. you can't quite be the cool kid when your emotions are so openly plastered over your chest ( and he doesn't even mean to— he just can't quite help it ).

already, he's reaching for his first choice, a small pokeball rolling along the inside of his fingers, clicking the mechanism to make the device grow into a larger size, fitting over his entire palm easily. ]

I'll do a lot more than that. [ a lot more than his best, of course. ] —We will. [ correction. he's not alone, here. with that said, he gives his pokeball a glance, a confident thought that they could do this. he throws the ball abruptly, spinning in the air and cracking open with light— his first choice is sneasel, who erupts from the pokeball's light with a striking yap!, landing on his legs and thrusting his claws out in challenge.

bring it pretty boy ]

Not even in your dreams, so don't even think about holding back!

[geophile]

That's what I like to hear!

[ it makes him smile - it's a wide grin, much more than the polite, tight-lipped smiles he's given in the past. this was real excitement, and it's easy to tell that he's pumped up.

the small ball he takes from his belt enlarges the same way silver's did, and he throws it up to release his skarmory, which takes its place in front of him in the air. he's got an advantage with typing, but that may not necessarily play out. it all depends on how both trainers strategize. ]

Then let's begin! Skarmory, Spikes!

[ the bird begins to spin, and from it a multitude of metallic red spikes come out of its body and fall onto the battlefield. they sink into the ground, seemingly dormant - but they'll come into play later. charging into a battle with guns ablazing isn't always the best move. ]

[refuses]

[ a set up. silver's quirked lips don't quite leave his face, but at the same time, he's staring harder, eyes centered and focus concentrated, narrowing in on their next move, perhaps the move after that.

he's got this. ]

Hail!

[ sneasel puffs his chest out as he sharply inhales, craning his neck back— and with a blast of ice from between his fangs, he shoots a ball up into the sky. it makes its ascend like a bullet, reaching the sky's high point and from there, it explodes, cracks loudly. sneasel yaps to skarmory with fangs bared in a cheeky smirk, another challenge as dark clouds spread from where the ball of ice had broken apart, rumbles of low thunder vibrating above their battlefield. an ice pellet falls, then another; from a select few, it turns into a drizzle, and from the drizzle, wind hitches, blows with it a storm of ice. hail begins striking down in storm, some large enough to leave dents against the floor. to sneasel, it's nothing, and perhaps even something of an aid. for anything else that didn't share his typing, it would be a pest.

he's getting a feel for steven. for now, he waits for the next move— and sneasel is on stand by, claws out and bouncing. ]

AUDIENCE

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[ characters can watch and comment at each other throughout the battle here! grab some virtual popcorn! ]

AFTER THAT

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OPEN

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[ the battle was intense, alas, in the end, silver is coming out of ViViD as the loser this round— not with his head hanging, in fact, it's held quite high. he doesn't ease off the gas when he loses; on the contrary, he's eager to get back to training his team— to review what he did and didn't do, reevaluate his stategies and prepare for the next. it meant they needed more work. he needed work, they needed work. he was the one who guided them, and they have to have the strength to carry his strategy out.

and with a team like steven's, they were going to need a lot of work.

silver could be found resting outside of where their session took place to get some fresh air, the pokemon that had fought out and resting, eating, looking tired but nothing harmful. sneasel is munching on a pack of raw eggs, cracking holes in them ans sucking them dry, gengar no where to be seen ( spoiler alert, he's in his trainer's shadow ), and typhlosion is laying by the teen, an open jar of honey close to his snout— but he's not eating, and only huffs, giving a disappointed groan.

he lost so badly guys :( ]

. . . You did your best— You sound like you're moping.

[ typhlosion lifts his head, gives a questioning grunt to his trainer— he was totally not moping! he just had his fire type pride dented up a bit! this needs patience— silver wasn't always such back in the day, and a few years ago he'd be doing the same thing ( and working his partners to the bone, that wasn't right— ). silver retorts with some hesitation, before stroking the fur around typhlosion's neck, an attempt to soothe the badger. ]

We'll start tomorrow. I'll make sure you guys come out on top next time.

[ another pat, and with some silence, typhlosion snorts in agreement, feeling relieved, and finally starts dipping his tongue into the jar, licking the honey away. feel free to approach them— his pokemon are fairly calm, and silver himself is just . . . still in awe. forget about being a sore weenie, he wants to know how to do that thing. ]

How was that real—?

[braavado]

That was some fight.

[The voice comes from behind him, its owner standing close enough to observe the pokemon in their post-battle routines. After seeing one of Steven's pokemon in action in ViViD, the power behind the teams doesn't surprise Korra as much as it could. She does look curious as she watches Silver's team, though.]

You guys do this all the time?

[refuses]

[ he has his hand on sneasel as the voice sounds behind him ( he was thinking, how to make them stronger, sneasel especially ), causing silver to retreat his hand back to himself and look up in that direction. so— they had some people watching after all.

the next time, that's going to be some fight compared to this one. let's not lie— it still frustrates him a little that he lost. hard work for nothing. but, he knows it means he's going to try harder, train them even more— and train himself, of course. only typhlosion's eyes move to their visitor at first, stopping only to sniff in her direction befor licking his sticky lips and going back to his jar. sneasel wants to see the source of why he stopped getting pets, eyes squinting to korra, and gengar—

nah, gengar is just watching from his post. he doesn't have a reason to show himself right now! ( yet ) ]

I'm a trainer— Challenges are what we do.

[braavado]

Trainer, huh? Is that what you guys are called in your world?

[Korra adopts a relaxed pose, hands tucking into her pockets as she smiles at Silver and his pokemon.]

I ran into Steven the first day--didn't really get a chance to ask him about his friends.

why didn't i tag this sooner

[geophile]

[ steven did give silver some time to reflect and take in the loss, but he doesn't want to ignore him completely. they still had to talk, and there were some things that steven felt like he should explain.

with metagross behind him, he approaches silver and his team. he's not here to gloat, and his expression says as much - it doesn't look cocky in the slightest. ]

I could tell that you all battled your hardest. That's more than a lot of people can say.

!!!!!! (1 / 2)

[refuses]

[ with his pokemon to their resting, that leaves silver to reflect on his own— he looks deep in thought, staring off into something ( nothing in particular ) hard, palm to his chin and fingers to his lips, occasionally tapping. not only had he thought about strategy, how his pokemon fought . . .

it was near impossible not to think about mega evolution. what in the world was that even. if someone had told him by word of mouth, he might have been a bit skeptic. mega evolution? what's that??? no, instead, he saw it first, experienced it first, and never has he seen something so absolutely powerful, so exciting, so

so cool

not that those very words would come from his mouth, no, but he could think it and by arceus if he wasn't already wondering how to learn how to do it with his own pokemon. imagine that.

steven gets his attention enough that he actually jolts upward a bit ( it was really quiet before, okay!!! ), and meets his eyes, takes in what . . . sounded like a compliment . . . ]

(2 / 2)

[refuses]

[ he's seeing you in a new light, steven. at first, silver's eyes wander as the air goes quiet again, but soon enough he's got a slight frown in place ( actually, this is his default face ). ]

My hardest wasn't hard enough.

[ he'd train them harder, as hard as he could— train everywhere. train sneasel, work with him, with everyone. then with a subtle puff of the chest, silver straightens himself, standing up. ]

That's far from giving up, though. We'll come back as the greatest challenge you've seen, Steven.

[ remember that!!!

( and with that said— haha sorry steven, he's eyeing your mega pin, there. eyeing it like it would somehow show him all the secrets ) ]

[mombastic]

[ Guess who's approaching the dignified loser and his team, it's that lady who conspired with his Typhlosion-- who isn't exactly sure how she feels about people throwing their animal-like friends at each other. Like fighting someone with demons for allies, only of course these little ("little") guys weren't demons... she's fairly sure.

A question to Hariti had earned her confirmation that they were no demons she'd ever met, anyway. ]

You all fought very hard. But taking time to rest up first never hurts.

[ Here, Silver, she's offering you a water bottle. ]

[refuses]

[ welcome to the life of pokemon kids, otome. they grow up so fast, chuck so many animals at each other as the years go by— until the become the chucking masters.

typhlosion won't forget that smell so easily, and ass he's chowing down on his honey jar, ears perk, nose twitches and sticky lips smack and lap against his tongue. it's you. typhlosion is sitting up, making low grumbling sounds, and if he had a long enough tail— he'd probably be wagging it, eyeing otome and visibly pleased to see her. hello!!!

silver isn't as expressive ( or that happy to see her ). it's a . . . normal feeling, he supposes. no negativity, but not a lot of positiveness either. ]

I'm not going to overwork them.

[ that's how— he interpreted it, at least, and he took it in that direction because . . . a while back he did overwork them. daily. he doesn't do it anymore.

"so if that's what you're thinking you're wrong" line of thought. anyway, back to that water bottle being offered. it earns a quiet look for a moment or two, as if he doesn't know if it's to take or not ( offers?? do offers bite?? ) before, carefully, he takes the bottle, mutters a thanks, and cracking it open. he doesn't drink it yet, in fact— he's saving it for the two creatures visibly by him. ]

[akinesia]

[quietly, yukimura comes over to sit beside silver, making sure to give typhlosion a quick scratch behind the ears before he settles down. looking over the two visible pokemon, yukimura lets out a sigh; seeing silver lose had been a bit disappointing, since he'd been cheering for him.

the battle had been very impressive, though. a powerful back-and-forth. it made yukimura feel a little homesick... somehow.

after a few moments, he turns back to speak to silver, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands.]

An impressive contest. Too bad about the result.

[refuses]

[ it earns a double take from silver at first before— oh, you. he remembers you. as does typhlosion who will gladly accept those scratches, come over closer, boy! sneasel peeks his head over from behind silver's side, cautiously watching their new guest as he pops another egg into his mouth.

he could agree with impressive, he's been mulling over mega evolution since the minute he sat down. ]

"Too bad"? [ a light "'tch". he doesn't like the wording, but he's not taking it personally. just commenting! he crosses his arms! ]

It means we have to train harder, that's far from a result.

[ pokemon battles are very serious business yukimura!!!! ]

OPEN

[geophile]

[ surprisingly, steven got a little more out of that than he had anticipated. Silver had given him quite the intense match, and while he knew the match would be in his hands with mega metagross at his side, skarmory and aggron really did have to put in a fight.

it reminds him of his battle with May, and he's almost nostalgic for a moment.

due to the larger nature of steven's pokemon, he'll be relaxing outside of the bulding where the session took place with all three of them. skarmory is feasting on some kind of meat (hey, it's a bird of prey), and aggron is chowing down on what looks to be a rock, but is actually a hunk of iron ore. where did he get that? who knows. ]

You all battled wonderfully. Rest up.

[ steven himself will be sitting casually on top of metagross (who seems perfectly content to just chill as it is), flicking through the holographic screen of his cerevice. beldum hovers over his shoulder, watching curiously.

steven looks as calm as usual, but it's a little hard to not be intimidated by him at a glance when he's surrounded by large steel monsters. if you watched the battle, you know what they can do. ]

[mombastic]

... So, is this a thing that happens often? The battling?

[ Otome may have observed, but there's still quite a bit that she doesn't understand. Does she look at all intimidated by a man surrounded by giant steel monsters who totally flung Silver's buddies around?

No, not at all, just politely curious. ]

[geophile]

[ he wouldn't want anyone to be intimidated, in all honesty. his pokémon may be strong, but like their trainer, they're all friendly dorks off of the battlefield.

the sound of someone's voice pulls him away from whatever text he's reading, putting it aside to address otome with a reserved smile. ]

Back in our world, yes. Trainers like us often compete in contests of skill and strategy like the one you just saw. It's not only a dialogue between the person you're facing, but also with the Pokémon you partner with.

[ he leans down to give metagross a sweet pat on one of its front legs, to which it grunts deeply in agreement. ]

[faradize]

[ color her surprised.

Lightning had never seen creatures used quite like that, no — so as she perused idly through this ViViD session, she decided to stay to watch, from afar, arms crossed. she didn't want to disturb their game — it was a game, right? a match. a sport. that's what she had surmised, at least — there didn't seem to be animosity between the two men, nor did the creatures seem particularly perturbed by one another, just driven by what their masters had commanded them to do.

afterwards, she decides to approach one of them — the older one, and apparently more competent of the two. ]

Those aren't from ViViD, are they? They're real. [ she says this, peering up unwaveringly at the large steel bird. it looked almost impractical. ]

[geophile]

[ it could probably be called a sport in a sense, but battling was so much more than that - it was a bond between humans and pokémon that couldn't be replicated with words. calling it anything less would be downplaying their power, but it did make it easier to understand.

he doesn't seem to notice or be bothered by the woman's presence until she approaches him. when she speaks, he offers his usual soft smile. ]

That's right. They all came with me when I arrived here - they're as real as we are.

[definingfuture]

[Okay, so he did see one of the Pokemon through the device, but it's a whole different story to see multiple creatures in person. Tony was still partially expecting them to be some kind of robot or artificial being. But after seeing them in a battle, he's honestly impressed. He approaches with a lot on his mind.]

That shouldn't be possible. I mean, I saw it, so it's possible, but these- they shouldn't be real.

[Why, yes, he is excited.]

[geophile]

[ well, if it isn't his acquaintance from the network. his voice makes him perk up, along with all of his pokémon. ]

That's the beauty of different worlds, isn't it? What's impossible for one man is an everyday occurrence for another.

[ he flicks his cerevice off, hopping off of metagross to greet him properly. he meets his excited smile with a calm one of his own. ]

Mr. Stark, I presume?