Format: 3v3 single
Style: Set
DQ: 2 weeks
Damage Cap: 40%
Banned/Restricted Moves: OHKOs, direct healers, Pain Split
Arena Description: The Type Cycler
A weird, cube-shaped room with walls that flicker all kinds of colors. At the end of every round, the lights come alive and descend upon the battling Pokemon, giving them each a randomly assigned new type. Single-typed Pokemon become double-typed, while double-typed Pokemon have their types shift over. In addition, they receive access to the movepool of a random Pokemon of their new type in addition to their original movepool; this new movepool vanishes from their knowledge when the new type is no longer present.
For example, a Fennekin and a Litleo are battling. They keep their original movepools throughout the battle.
- The first round ends, and new types are given: Fennekin becomes Fire/Dragon, gaining access to Shelgon's movepool, and Litleo becomes Normal/Ground, gaining access to Dugtrio's movepool.
- The second round ends: Fennekin becomes Dragon/Grass and has Shelgon's and Exeggcute's movepools; Litleo becomes Ground/Psychic and has Dugtrio's and Deoxys's movepools.
- The third round ends: Fennekin becomes Grass/Fighting and has Exeggcute's and Hitmonlee's movepools; Litleo becomes Psychic/Fire and has Deoxys's and Magby's movepools.
- Etc.
Round 1
Totodile OOO
Health:
100%
Energy:
100%
(Sin) Cleffa [M] <Magic Guard> @Soothe Bell
Commands: Signal Beam/Magic Coat/Work Up x3
Status: Mesmerized by the flashing lights
Sangfroidish OOO
Health:
100%
Energy:
100%
(Logan) Abra [F] <Inner Focus>
Commands: Light Screen ~ Iron Tail x2
Status: Drowsy and uninterested
It was a raver’s paradise. Flashing lights coming from all directions and a cramped space were two of the most suitable facets of the Type Cycler. The alteration of Pokemon biology was an added bonus. Two trainers and a referee had decided, against the better judgement of their local Nurse Joy, that the obscure room was a perfect place to have a Pokemon battle. Some alcohol may have been involved.
Entering the Type Cycler, each battler let their mouths hang agape as they were mesmerized by the bright bursts from all corners. The referee ushered them along into their respective sides of the room, where they released their chosen battlers. From one side, a vaguely humanoid creature, bright yellow with plated body armor that seemed to resemble clothing. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he sat in a purely unwelcoming position, each of his limbs clamped around his fragile torso. From the other side appeared a miniature star-shaped Pokemon, a pale rose with brown ears in stark contrast. His tiny face was dominated by focus. With one last twinge of regret, the referee blew his whistle, and the battle begun.
Neither Pokemon chose to move at first. Logan, though much faster than Sin, hardly seemed to be doing anything, not even a wave of an arm or even the opening of his eyes. Still, though he clearly could not see it, a beautiful shimmering dome of golden energy began to materialize all around Logan. Though looking to be merely paper thin, the trainers all knew enough of the barrier to understand its unique qualities. Sin, also aware of the apparent weakness of the barrier but not of its true nature, was more than happy to blast away at it. Twirling his unimposing form, he released two intertwined beams of bright red-and-blue energy. As they left Sin’s body they grew in size, better to slam into the unsuspecting Abra. Without warning, as the two beams made contact with the golden barrier, the blue beam was immediately dissipated, the energy appearing to wash over the shield like a bucket of water thrown against it, before fading away. The red beam was not hampered, but as it collided with Logan’s torso he barely started. The force of the blast significantly weakened.
Finally, Logan stood. His eyes still remained clenched, but using his telepathic ability he was able to locate Sin on the battlefield. Licking his chops, with the Cleffa now to be the unsuspecting one, he dashed forward, finally demonstrating his superior speed. Passing his dome he was out in the open, the flashing lights around him of no interest. His tail began to glow a brilliant white colour, almost as if being melted by some scorching flame. From the brown ring on his tail that had no disappeared, a metallic coating began to ooze out, quickly covering his tail and turning it into a weapon bordering on medieval. The brilliant light continued to shine through. Taking a small leap through the air, Logan turned and let his tail whip around right into Sin’s face. The Cleffa was instantly thrown backwards against the wall of the Type Cycler, his infinitesimal weight no match for the pure force of Logan’s assault.
Sin, though shocked, was keen to take advantage of Logan having left his protective barrier. He hastily generated another two beams and fired them away, but Logan had been expecting such a surprise attack. The instant he had delivered his crushing blow he hurried back towards his shield. It was a close race, but Logan just crossed the threshold of the screen before the beams made impact. This time, the red splattered against the wall, like a micro-firework. The blue beam continued, clocking Logan in the side of his head. Still in motion, the beam caught Logan off guard and nearly knocked him off balance. He walked much more slowly back to his position on the battlefield, feeling dazed from the shot. His head hurt for one thing, but he could also hear a monotonous buzzing noise ringing inside his ears. He shook his head, trying to eliminate the noise, but to no avail.
Logan turned back to Sin and tried to focus on the task at hand. Running forward, turning his tail into a bludgeon, and inflicting pain. Yet he could not keep his mind in the right place, always returning to that infernal drone. He nearly scrapped the whole mission to try and clear his conscience, but at the last second he decided to go ahead with it. Escaping the barrier again, he delivered another crushing blow to Sin’s skull, turning the Cleffa into a baseball once more. He retaliated with a third consecutive Signal Beam. Again, the blue beam cascaded against the dome, leaving the red to smack the retreating Abra in the tail.
As both Pokemon stopped to catch their breath, all of a sudden the colours stopped flashing. They had frozen on a deep and malevolent shade of purple, one that all of a sudden cast a more ominous feel on the room. Adding to the effect, a haze of the same colour began to seep out of the walls, avoiding the spooked trainers and enshrouding their Pokemon. Logan’s Light Screen offered no protection against the slow moving vapor. For a few seconds, both Sin and Logan were hidden from view. But, the mist did clear away, leaving slightly altered versions of the combatants. Each looked slightly more sickly, their faces paler and their eyes now bloodshot (at least Sin’s, the only pair visible). All in all, it seemed as if the gas had merely given the Pokemon a case of the common cold. This notion was dispelled as both Pokemon turned towards their trainers, Logan opening his eyes so they both could stare, and began to cackle uncontrollably. The referee nervously blew his whistle, a teensy bit surprised when the Pokemon did in fact return willingly to their respective trainers.
End of Round 1
Totodile OOO
Health:
70%
Energy:
88%
(Sin) Cleffa [M] <Magic Guard> @Soothe Bell
Status: Ooky spooky. Fairy/Ghost type. Has access to Haunter’s movepool
Sangfroidish OOO
Health:
85%
Energy:
84%
(Logan) Abra [F] <Inner Focus>
Status: A lot more malicious. Light Screen’d (2 more actions), Confused (5 more actions), Psychic/Ghost type. Has access to Cofagrigus’s movepool
Arena Notes:
-N/A
Ref Notes:
-As Sin could clearly hit Logan, just not as powerfully, he did not defer to Work Up
-The second Signal Beam confused Logan
-The Type Cycler rolled Ghost for both Pokemon (I did two separate rolls). Therefore, Logan is now Psychic/Ghost type with access to Cofagrigus’s movepool, while Sin is Fairy/Ghost type with access to Haunter’s movepool
-Sangfroidish commands next