( SEMI-OPEN ) hardcore monster fighting: the movie

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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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[ aggron has mad defense and it makes silver think to himself — wow — but during a battle isn't really a time to fully admire while you're trying to get the upper hand.

ahhh, this one. he doesn't think he could get out of this one. gengar's never one to fret, but he does chime another comical uh-oh when he can't quite seem to ease through. gosh darn you rock type attacks, you could have been a normal type. iron tail is not only coming at full speed ( as fast as an aggron could go, hehe— gengar enjoys making jokes like these ), but at full power. they both could see the shine of a properly forged iron tail. he remembers it from olivine city's gym leader ( a young woman that, at that particular time, earned little fuss; she was weak in silver's mind, but only after he had won, and that was only when typhlosion was out to bring down their defenses ).

gengar holds his ground now that he can't flee quite so easily, bracing for impact&mdaash; ears back, grin wide, eyes narrowed and giving a challenging hiss. if you're in hell, hug the devil— so come right at him! ]

Dark Pulse!

[ it's a last minute effort, and silver only calls for it when aggron is nearly upon them. gengar's eyes glow, he builds up his thoughts— and just as the steel type is ready to crash into the tomb, gengar releases a blast of negative thoughts, one that helps shatter the remains of his container—

and also the one that has impact mostly absorbed by all that rock. the tail's impact cuts through gengar's shadowy body, leaving him a pained sort of screeching sound that bellows, echoes into something faint and ghostly, and eerie wail that follows the ghost as it flies back, flutters down to the ground— and laughs. he seems to have taken the whole of iron tail's force, down for the count, but he laughs as his form pools into shadow on the ground, begging him to rest.

silver recalls gengar— they were at their last. he wasn't done yet. ]

Don't keep your hopes up— I still have one more left.

[ his trump card, and considering steven's choice in pokemon ( skarmory, aggron— ), his next choice would be the one to end it. so he thinks, at least. silver throws his final pokemon onto the battle field, the crack of his pokeball bringing to the ground typhlosion, who lands on all fours, stands on his hind legs— and erupts the flames around his neck like an explosive crown, giving a fierce roar that thunders across the stadium. ]

[geophile]

[ steven's lips quirk up at the sight of gengar being recalled to his poke ball, but he knows that the battle isn't over yet. he's still expecting plenty from silver, and he knows that the younger trainer has saved his trump card for last. he recognizes typhlosion as the final evolved form of one of the pokemon professor elm gives to rookie trainers, and that means that he's in for a challenge.

he watches typhlosion with an impressed expression, then looks back to silver. ]

I can already feel the close bonds that you two share. Don't hold anything back! [ and to aggron: ] Stone Edge!

[ aggron proceeds to heavily punch the ground, giving way to large, pointed stones erupting from the ground. they aren't meant to trap like rock tomb did, but to hit with full force. unfortunately, it's a risky move - non-perfect accuracy means gambling on luck. ]

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[ typhlosion did not only pack a punch— he was quick on his feet. he drops down to all fours as steven speaks, gives silver a quick look over his shoulder, and cocks his head up ahead, making a noise. let's go.

and silver is more than happy to oblige. if he was excited before— now, he was brimming, a confident smirk playing against his lips and his eyes wide with rush. so excited that he can't help the volume in his voice— ]

—Weave through it! [ typhlosion's claws grab at the ground, making it shriek before he kicks off with speed, running for aggron— the earth rumbles beneath him, shakes just before it erupts, which, for something that reached typhlosion's speed— he was capable. he could dodge. the badger does as instructed, weaving left and right as the stones come, fire burning brightly, body swaying and slipping, seeming to dance as the stones come and going in circles once. it gives him the set up to use one of the stone as his own diving board, jumping for it, lunging for aggron with claws forward and fangs bared— ]

Eruption!

[ typhlosion was at his most healthy, and binding with one of his strongest attacks— the crown of flames on his back burn, and with his growing bellow comes a loud crack, like that of a volcano's warning. the fire type seems to shimmer in color and heat, only growing, and growing— until he's nearly face to face with the steel type. his jaws flicker and clap with the ignition of flames, and with a slightly lowered head, he seems to do just what the attack was named after. he erupts, and from his back explodes an inferno of fire and lava, smoke and steam shooting upwards to accompany the show of light. ]

[geophile]

[ it's a good move by silver, but one that steven was expecting. eruption is a move best used at full health, and even with its resistance from rock typing negating the super effective hit, it's still a major blow. aggron's defenses lie in physical attacks, so eruption will hit as if it were pure lava from a raging volcano. ]

Endure what you can!

[ and he does, but not without repercussions. when the attack subsides aggron is still standing, but a few moments pass and he falters, falling to his knees and then to the ground with a heavy impact. steven sighs with an understanding smile, returning him to his ball. after a whispered word of "well done" to the recalled pokemon, he addresses silver once more. ]

Impressive. Very impressive.

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[ typhlosion flares his nostrils, pushing the remains of smoke through them while he lifts and positions himself, standing back on his hind legs and holding his head up high, prideful, sounding out another flaring byshaaaaaa of a cry. ]

I meant what I said before.

[ "i'll do better than that". he flashes a smirk— and typhlosion's air shimmers with the heat his body still emits, excitement in the steps of his paws that fall back down to the ground, on all fours, as he sways from one side to another, making a sharp grunting sound.

he's pumped. they both were. ]

He's waiting, you know.

[geophile]

I can tell. You're serious about this.

[ he draws his last poké ball, but he doesn't look too concerned - in fact, he looks quite calm. silver might be good, but steven is better. it's that simple. ]

But our bonds are strong, too. Let's see how you measure up to them. [ and he tosses his ball into the air-- ] Metagross!

[ with a final flash, metagross appears on the battlefield, making the ground shake when its four legs hit the ground. it looks exceptionally strong, but what sets it apart from others of its kind is the accessory on its leg, with a mysterious, glittering stone set into it. ]

The first move is yours.