.: blazheirio889 vs Mike the Foxhog :: Round One :.
Style: Set
DQ: 7 days
Damage Cap: None
Banned Moves: Need I say anything? Everything except Metronome!
Other: Infinite energy, because energy-fainting with over 60% HP left is lame.
Arena: Downtown Toronto
Ah, Toronto... Home to the infamous CN Tower, and many other high-rise buildings. Normally the area would be far too packed with cars and people to attempt a battle, but after speaking to the government, they allowed a pair of ASB trainers to battle within a ten kilometer radius of the CN Tower and the Rogers Dome, so long as there was no cataclysmic damage to buildings. Yeah I lied so what.
The area immediately surrounding the CN Tower and the Rogers Dome is relatively clear of other large buildings, though a highway busily hurries (or crawls) past off to the side. On the opposite side, there is a large network of apartments and office buildings that are packed quite close together. In such an industrialized place, it's no surprise that there isn't too much greenery, though the occasional small field of grass dots the landscape. Trees line some of the roads' sides.
Speaking of roads, downtown Toronto has an intricate network of roads. They are often rather narrow, about three cars'-width wide, save for the major streets, which can carry many more. The roads are almost always packed full of cars which creep forward at the pace of a sloth's.
Past the aforementioned highway and another network of buildings is a large lake which can be used in any way the battlers so please. Move such as Surf, therefore, can be executed, though they will certainly cause a large amount of chaos, and the wave will be weakened severely by the time it reaches its target. Of course, Toronto's water pipes could always burst open to provide for moves that require an external water source. It's all the referee's call.
blazheirio889 [O]
[Mercury] Togepi (M) Serene Grace
Health: 100%
Metronome ~ Metronome ~ Metronome
Status: Eager to destroy everything, although he’s not sure whether he wants to destroy the town or Ansem more.
Mike the Foxhog [O]
[Ansem] Kadabra (M) Synchronize
Signature attribute: Paranormal Power
Health: 100%
Metronome ~ Metronome ~ Metronome
Status: Curious about what will happen in the near future.
That the TCoD ASB League has such influence over the Canadian government that a pokémon battle would be permitted in the city limits, surrounded by thousands of people and near a few cultural icons, is a potentially terrifying thought. That the League can have the government clear a large, usually crowded area of people when there is no real reason to, at the government’s expense, is just convenient. Of course, the government did request that there would be no significant collateral damage, so one assumes they simply feared the power of the League pokémon and only agreed for their safety. Either they were never told the nature of the battle, they did not believe the chances of the town being destroyed is significant, or they truly had no choice.
It doesn’t really matter why they can do this, because blazheirio889 and Mike the Foxhog are really only here to battle, and all they had to do was find the place and post a request. All the behind-the-scenes stuff is boring and unimportant, and besides, like all metronome battles, they’re just here to destroy everything, promises be damned.
To have a full appreciation of destruction, one must appreciate that which will be destroyed. To this end, the humans have all explored the city as well as possible before the battle, with funding from outside ASB. The most obvious feature and the biggest target is the nearby CN Tower, a massive structure that looms over the battlefield. If anyone here could fly, it would take quite a while to reach the top, and then the battlers below would be too small to see. On the other side of the battlefield, the much wider yet shorter Rogers Dome presents another easy target. These are the only landmarks anyone would remember the name of, although the apartment and office buildings, dwarf towers in comparison with the CN Tower, are clearly visible in the distance. The only pride from destroying these would be proof that the attack is widespread and the body count.
Between the blocks of buildings there are the streets of Toronto, most of which are so packed with cars that they move more slowly than the people walking on the sidewalks. The occasional blare of a horn pierces the air, perhaps to wake up anyone that might be sleeping in their cars due to the lack of progress. The crowds of tourists mostly ignore the occasional person playing an instrument, singing a song, or just sitting on the sidewalks with a hat or cup and asking for a few coins. Between the crowds, cars, and buildings, it’s nearly guaranteed that a landscape-devastating attack will destroy hundreds of lives. The only uninteresting target, therefore, is the distant Lake Ontario. Any decent attack would have to cover a vast area, however, as the immediate area is devoid of human traffic as per the ASB League’s request. A few people stand around to watch the battle and see what is so important that the government would go through all this trouble, but not many, as they would have had to sneak around the police blockades.
Out of what the referee would declare efficiency, only one option for each trainer is listed on the referee’s clipboard – no other pokémon on either trainer’s active team is capable of using the only permitted move in the battle. Despite having both their pokémon choices and potential commands already decided for them, the battle goes according to the typical format. Mike the Foxhog tosses a pokéball onto the asphalt, and the ball splits open along the middle. The inside glows brilliant white. Light bursts out of the ball, forming a bipedal shape with a large head and large tail. The light fades to gold and brown, revealing a kadabra. Ignoring the startled cries of people receiving slight shocks from their suddenly-broken cell phones and iPods, blazheirio889 follows with her own pokéball, and the materialising pokémon takes a familiar shape. The egg with a spiky crown is well-known amongst the metronome battle circles, and togepi like this one typically grace said battles with their presence. blazheirio889 requests that her togepi summon the most powerful legendary signature moves, well beyond the capability of almost all pokémon, although she’s aware that it’s all to be left to choice. Mike the Foxhog is rather more straightforward, although he too injects humour into his commands.
As eager as either trainer to see Toronto in ruins, the referee calls for the battle to begin.
.: Actions :.
Ansem spends a moment to think about his orders before realising Mike the Foxhog’s true intent, and he smiles when he realises he doesn’t actually have to wait to see if Mercury is going to use metronome – there’s really no other legal option, and besides, blazheirio889 gave orders first. He raises his hands, manipulates the spoon so it’s out of the way, and moves both fingers from side to side. As the invisible threads holding reality together bend, pushed by his dancing phalanges, some threads weaken. Warmth fills his fingers and they glow with power. Something snaps. A green haze surrounds him, but he keeps waggling his fingers, although something has changed—his expression is completely blank, and he sways in time to a beat only he can hear. Mercury gives him an odd look; it’s possible that he could have started his own metronome, but there’s something off about Ansem, and something tells Mercury that something significant is about to happen. The glow around the kadabra strengthens, and the same light fills his eyes. Then Ansem straightens his arms, pointing up at the sky, and looses an eerie howl he could not possible be capable of on his own.
All human battle participants, as referees with extensive knowledge of every move in existence, bear identical stunned expressions. They look up at the sky, although now their body language portray subtler differences – between them there is excitement, dismay, jealousy, awe, glee – when their expectations are met. Confused and nervous, the few audience members also look up.
Mercury, seeing this, nervously turns his eyes to the sky. The sun is too bright to behold even at the edges of his vision, but when he squints he can barely see a patch of green in the blue sky. The light brightens and the patch grows, but then he has to close his eyes until a cloud creeps between the sun and the battle. As he opens his eyes, he becomes aware of, behind the distant sounds of traffic, a muffled roar. The roaring grows steadily louder, and the growing green patch reveals itself as several green lights rather close together. As the attack approaches, the space between the lights grows with the objects themselves. The volume sharply increases, forcing all humans to cover their ears. Mercury’s paws don’t reach, though, and Ansem doesn’t even move.
Something massive shoots by overhead, and crashes into the centre of the Rogers Dome. Everyone hears the explosion, but there’s no time to react, because then there’s more—an explosion of green energy at the top of a distant office building, a massive spray of water near the shores of Lake Ontario, an impact on the busy street that sends cars flying, and then the first clear shot, a rock wreathed in green flame crashing before blazheirio889. Though the trainer dives out of the way, the explosion of green flame catches Mercury across the back. Shockwaves and a blast of hot air throw him forward, then another meteor cuts through the CN Tower’s antenna and continues on to strike the Rogers Dome once more. The antenna clatters onto the ground and breaks, but it’s barely noticed when another meteor impacts a little to Mercury’s left. Green fire and shockwaves throw him to the side, and he continues rolling. The air heats up and the limited plant life dries until another meteor strike and a splash of molten rock sets a patch of grass alight.
The dizzying mix of crashes, explosions, screams, fire, smoke, and death leave only Ansem untouched, and he continues staring and pointing at the sky with a completely vacant expression. Another crash of a meteor into the Rogers Dome and an explosion of green and orange fire striking Mercury a third time don’t even induce a blink. It is only when finally,
finally the last meteor slams into a major street that Ansem slowly lowers his arms and he becomes aware of his surroundings. Even so, he only watches with slight confusion and mild amusement, as if he doesn’t fully register the magnitude of his attack. He is pleased, to be sure, but that’s because the attack was powerful and highly damaging against his opponent.
Mercury gapes in mute shock, with feelings of fear and envy mixing with hope and determination to do better. He waves his stubby forelimbs, eyes narrowed and mouth forming a slight pout. A strand of reality loops itself around one of his stubs, and they are enveloped by a white light. Like Ansem before him, he feels a rush of draconic energy, and he is surrounded by a green glow. He opens his mouth as wide as it will go, and the aura gathers in a tiny orb in his mouth. The glowing green orb grows, filling his entire mouth with energy, and he unleashes a blast of pure energy. Ansem raises an arm to shield his face, but there’s no need, as the blast strikes his stomach instead. He steps back, cringing at the sharp pain on his skin, but the attack only lasts a moment. The light fades, revealing his mild burn. That was completely unfair, Mercury thinks; if he had been a little faster,
surely he would be the one to destroy everything and inflict severe damage against his opponent.
Ansem waggles his fingers a second time, tearing through an invisible thread and allowing something to happen where it normally and logically should not. This time, a deep blue aura surrounds him for a moment, then retreats toward his tail. His tail, glowing blue with energy, waves in the air, then he takes a step toward Mercury. The aura then melts into water that spins around his tail, and he runs at Mercury. He twists his body upon reaching his enemy, and the water separates to form a wall that strikes Mercury’s front just before the suddenly-muscled tail slams into Mercury’s face. With a squeal, he topples over, and he struggles to get up without useful arms.
Of course, a little pain never stopped a pokémon from performing its next move! Severe pain might have, but that’s different. Mercury doesn’t even let the water finish falling from his body; he just waves his paws in a rhythm that resonates with something mystical in the background. The air seems to thrum with power and potential, then his paws finally glow. A weak blue glow emanates from his body. Mercury suddenly has a very strong urge to play in the puddle left behind by the aqua tail—more than that, because he’s doing it without thinking. His splashes would look gleeful if not for his lack of expression, but his dedication to getting himself fully wet is clear. When it becomes obvious that jumping around won’t work, he lies down and rolls in the puddle, and he’s sure to do an awkward flip that lets him wet the top of his head as well.
Really? Splashing? What the hell can that do? Ansem chuckles and raises his hands again. His fingers waggle from side to side in a new rhythm, although he’s already getting bored of this part. It’s not the point of the attack, anyway; what everyone is waiting for is what comes next. All he has to do is—there! Ansem feels something subtly
change just before his fingers glow, then a tan cloud surrounds his body. He picks up a few chunks of rubble in one hand and quickly flicks them at Mercury with his spoon. Ow… ow…
whoosh… ow… ow! Only four rocks actually strike the togepi, and none of them hurt very much, but they still sting. The one that flies past him probably wouldn’t have done much, and it just lands harmlessly a ways back on the street.
Come on, Mercury thinks, it’s the last action before he gets orders again. If he doesn’t get in an attack that rivals Ansem’s, he’s pathetic and is put in second-place. Trembling slightly, he waves his appendages in a new rhythm until they glow. This time, a white haze of energy surrounds him, and he finds his feet moving almost on their own. He runs at Ansem, raising a glowing paw, then swings a stub at Ansem as hard as he can. He just brushes past Ansem, though, not even managing to hurt the kadabra, and his momentum carries him a bit behind his opponent. They both turn to face each other awkwardly, both rather annoyed by the anticlimactic end to a round that started with something far more exciting.
.: End of Round One :.
blazheirio889 [O]
[Mercury] Togepi (M) Serene Grace
Health: 68%
Metronome: Dragon Pulse ~ Metronome: Water Sport ~ Metronome: Dizzy Punch
Status: Feeling inferior. Completely wet. Scorched all over. There are cracks all over his shell, some bruises underneath around his belly area, and a bruise on his face.
Water sported
Mike the Foxhog [O]
[Ansem] Kadabra (M) Synchronize
Signature attribute: Paranormal Power
Health: 93%
Metronome: Draco Meteor ~ Metronome: Aqua Tail ~ Metronome: Rock Blast
Status: Rather pleased with himself, but mentally a little worn out by the attack. Slight burn on his stomach.
SpAtk -2
Battlefield:
- The antenna has been smashed off the CN Tower, the Rogers Dome sports three massive holes, and a few other distant towers have been smashed in the side, or completely run through.
- Partially-melted meteorites in small craters and surrounded by molten rock and sizzling asphalt litter the cityscape. Many have entered buildings, but most are in roads. Three meteorites are in the immediate area.
- The streets have completely stopped and many people are exiting their cars to run away, trampling each other in their desperation to escape.
Notes:
- Well, that was fast.
- Dizzy punch missed
- Rock blast fired five times, and the third missed
- Aqua tail inflicted a critical hit
- Someone forgot to make a sacrifice to the random number gods
Next Round:
Mike the Foxhog attacks
blazheirio889 attacks
