( 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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[refuses]

[ —what did she mean by that? if she wasn't concerned for them, then obviously . . . she wouldn't be concerned about him. him? come on. it sounds so far away that all silver really does is blink at that, features crunching up into a mix of uncertain and unprepared.

w . . . whatever . . .

-ah! sneasel sees that, though! typhlosion is getting pets, but for now— he stays where he is, but all the while he watches, curious at best. ]

I'll be fine. I have to be at my best to train with them. [ automatically— they'll return their best to him. ]

[mombastic]

Mm! So long as you remember that, I'm sure things will be fine. From what I saw today, you all work very well as a team.

[ And a little wriggle of the fingers in a wave to Sneasel. Yes, hello, she doesn't bite. ]

[refuses]

If we worked that well we would have won.

[ not that he's sore about it!!!! him??? no, why.

( sneasel also gives her a squint, a look up, down, head tilt, ear flick— before he pops the rest of the egg he had into his mouth and walks over. just let him smell you . . . ) ]

It means we need more work.

[ success means results, after all— not that they didn't try their best. that was a different story. ]

—How long were you watching for?

[mombastic]

I missed the very start of it, but I got to see a lot of this little guy-- [ With a nod to Sneasel, offering him her hand if he wants to start with sniffing that ] in action. Things were very dynamic from early on, weren't they?

[ She can think of a few people who would have loved to see it. ]

[refuses]

[ sneasel will sniff that, yes. from a bit of a distance, but he will! typhlosion is watching, amused, and while the weasel doesn't notice, he lowers his neck and slips his snout under the weasel to give him a push forward to otome, the rumble from his throat sounding even more amused with the reaction it gets, with sneasel shooting up a few feet off the ground the same way a startled cat would with a yip.

excuse????? his feathers ruffle up, looking flustered and yowling at the fire type. you almost made him touch the strange human???

( giant fire badger don't care tho giant fire badger just gives the most sly smile a badger can give ) ]

Don't start, you two.

[ it's said firmly— but not enough to dictate. it's asking for respect is all, and it earns just that, if not a bit of reluctance from sneasel, who gives a growl and a gesture to typhlosion.

because he started it???? ]

. . . I need to evolve him.

[ he's looking hard at sneasel, who, at the word "evolve", perks his ears and feathers up with surprise and interest.

oh ]

[mombastic]

[ Otome's a bit too concentrated on making sure that Sneasel didn't actually get hurt from that surprise scare, even though she's still hesitant to outright touch him without permission. Humans, sure, but animal-like creatures tended to have more extreme forms of reaction.

When Silver makes his decision, though, she glances up with just as much surprise. ]

Evolve?

[ Does that mean something else? Because evolution as she knows it takes decades, millennia even... ]

[refuses]

He's just cautious.

[ sneasel is, but he says it in a way that's very "not to worry". he won't hurt her or anything if she put her hand out ( at most he might just step away ). with that said— ]

A lot of Pokémon don't stay the way they are. They grow. [ he holds a hand out to gesture to typhlosion. ] Typhlosion's at his final stage. He evolved from Cyndaquil, then Quilava just by training him. Gengar, [ a look at his shadow, which twitches in response, gives a wave— ] evolved from Haunter after I traded him.

Sneasel evolves, but it involves an item for him to hold. [ he has to study up on that a bit— it's a recent discovery, after all. silver sighs, leaning back. over all— ] There're different ways— But they're all stronger after they evolve.

[ and . . . he needs that. ]

[mombastic]

[ She'll keep a non-assuming hand stretched out to Sneasel, then, if he's still feeling brave enough to investigate-- but her mind is on this new information. Evolution... something like fusion, then? Except it wasn't taking two separate demons to form a more powerful one. So did they all start off smaller? ]

I see... so you want to make Sneasel stronger. It seems they've all put in a lot of work, as is.

[refuses]

We always do. [ never do they give it their fifty percent! ] It's battles like these that tell us where we need more of that work, though. We can always get better.

[mombastic]

Well, then! Is there anything I can do to help?

[ OTOME... ]

[refuses]

. . . You want to help?

[ SILVER???? ]

[mombastic]

I do. Would that be a problem?

[refuses]

I—?

[ don't know??? ]

It's . . . Always just been us seven. [ he's at least trying to say something— because he really doesn't know about how help works here. she doesn't have pokemon to help train with him, like he would have thought first ( and at least these days he could accept help where it's truly needed, but— ) . . .

his pokemon seem to like her, though, typhlosion especially. the others she hasn't met probably won't be a problem either, he figures . . . magneton is a curious bundle of excitement and crobat loves new people. alakazam is a dozen light years ahead and can respect anyone worthy of it, so . . .

any suggestions otome? before this poor boy's gears start smoking from thinking in circles too much. ]

[mombastic]

[ Otome laughs at that, lightly shaking her head. ] I don't intend to butt in, or anything like that... but helping to care for them [ and Silver ] maybe? I also have allies of my own-- they're not like your friends, exactly, but they might be useful to train with. In return, I'd like to learn more about them.

[refuses]

[ . . . like a nurse right

if that's what she means— maybe he could get behind that? it's not like he didn't care for them, the healthy gleam of their coats and approachable moods were proof that he was doing well, but . . . what's them without a pokemon center?

maybe it could work ( and he'll ask about it further— later ) ]

—Allies?

[mombastic]

[ She's worked on kittens, surely giant and not-so-giant monsters can't be too hard to look after. And, well, being able to heal helps too. ]

Allies. Would you like to meet them? Or maybe just one of them, for now.

[refuses]

[ he seems to briefly give her waist a look— because he doesn't . . . particularly see any pokeball-like devices to hold anything. where do you guys even keep your monsters.

and thus, when he doesn't find anything similar to that— ]

Where are they?

[mombastic]

[ Hold on, she's... pulling out a cellphone? Yes, she is. And pushing a couple of buttons.

In a matter of seconds, a demon appears, feet hovering above the ground as she looks at Otome expectantly. ]

We're not fighting, Hariti. Someone was just interested in meeting you.

[ My, Hariti murmurs, and her voice seems to echo faintly. I've become unusually popular these days. ]

( 1 / 2 )

[refuses]

[ raising eyebrows because what is she going to do

call someone??

okay, call him dubious, but— otome who are you even calling for something like this, you don't have to make people come all the way here for that— ]

( 2 / 2 )

[refuses]

[ until— oh.

he keeps still, but eyes are widened to blink and take that in. it looks like— a person? except it's not. both typhlosion and sneasel only seem to watch with cautious eyes, but genger lifts himself up from silver's shadow, curiously piqued, and hovers over to her to get a better look at hariti.

he has a bit of a lack at personal space, but he wants to see, faint eeeeh-?s and oooooos slipping through his full grin of teeth. ]

Gengar, give her room— [ muttered, but audible. the ghost wants to keep looking at this from a very closed distance, but— he obeys, levitating backwards but just enough so that he isn't so far away. ] What is that?

[mombastic]

[ Hariti awards Gengar with a very faint chuckle and a very regal wave, but she lowers her hand when Otome glances sideways at her. ]

Her name is Hariti, and she's a demon. They come in all forms and sizes [ she laments that she didn't have a Jack Frost or a Pyro Jack on her to show instead ] and if you prove your strength to them, they'll fight alongside you.

[refuses]

[ interesting. gengar pushes out a chuckle of his own— he keeps his hands to himself, lucky enough, but mimics on with a wave of his own. what a lady—! ]

—So you have to battle them first?

[ that's obviously how proving your strength is about, right? ]

[mombastic]

Usually, yes. There are other methods [ like Demon Auctions; she won't go into those yet ] but fighting them is the most common one.

[ "You can't expect us to fight for those who can't hold their own," Hariti says, with a bit of a sigh. ]