Meursault Vs Lord of the Fireflies

36 percent. thirty-six are you kidding me. baaaaaah.

okay so like. prio 1: sandstorm, to help with that whole 'cap' thing. from there... blah, i think our only hope is to hit him with a couple drill runs and hope one crits.

Sandstorm ~ Drill Run ~ Drill Run

Mia curled her lips inwards and vibrated her tongue, bouncing it off the roof of her mouth. In turn, the exhalation of hot air had to go through the quaking cavern, and came out with much more force to it, a mere breath now turned into a drawn out growl. The sound was low, but the length made it piercing, as one had to notice it at some point, and once they did it would fester in the back of their heads until it was gone. Everywhere Ruin looked as its top spun, the sound followed him. The source of the noise never went away, and never moved from in front of him. It quickened Ruin's blood and turned faster and faster, localising a whirlwind in the dirt below him. A cone of dirt, made vaguely of transparent, graining rings on the verge of toppling, whipped upwards and outwards. Each ring growing to encompass the Baltoy in a mock sphere. Through breaks in the almost concurrent rings of sand Ruin saw the Sneasel was no longer growling. But even in the prison of sand and grit, Ria’s snarl carried. Always in front of wherever the Baltoy’s slits turned, forever watching. Ruin’s spiral slowed as a cold thought settled on its shoulders, weighing them down. The sound was gone, but always there. Ruin didn’t notice when Ruin busied his mind with other things, but whenever the world was empty to him, which was often, or whenever the Baltoy really tried. Always the the growl. Ruin stopped his spin, dead set on the Sneasel. Mia held a long, thin needle in her hand, it pulsed white as light passed through the fresh ice. The shell of sand whirling around Ruin froze, and exploded outwards. As if it had been struck by high speed missiles, the sand spiked out into the wind and strangled the mountainous gales. Heavy grit fell upon the fair air, stalling the currents with their immovable presence. Until the whipping of the sand returned, slicing across the battlefield, smashing into Ria’s side and casing her fur in dirt, and pulling the grit back into its movement.

Ria pulled the needle out of its earthy sheath, revealing that it was in fact much longer than what Ruin had thought. A pure lance of ice, once perfect, now bitten by the storm. She pulled her hand back and steadied her weapon with her other claw, gripping tightly near the point to shield it from the sand. One of her eyes was closed, she said for aiming purposes, the sand disagreed. Her shoulder tensed, veins almost popping, her feet shifted, one stepping forward, and her second hand slid off the ice, letting her force the spear forward with as much weight as she could put behind it.

She peered through the ice with her unfatigued claw shielding her from the gritty winds, where did the icicle crash? When a splash filled her ears a few moments later, she balled her throwing claw into a fist, the sharpened tips digging into where her palm ended and her wrist was wreathed in fur.

Ruin’s attention wavered from the growl as the splash cooled its ears, the loud crash of ice falling into its natural form seeped through the sandstorm and brought melodious harmony upon the Baltoy. Spin rejuvenated, Ruin thrust its point into the earth. The ground below the top Pokemon was already sunken in, smoothed over by the expert removal of earth, and was fitting for further excavation. The absolute lowest point on Ruin’s body touched the center of the carved out hemisphere, and a shiver of warmth climbed up its exterior, drowning out the snarl. The caress of mother earth was relaxing, enough, and afforded Ruin the necessary calm to become a Beyblade. Forcing its body back and forth while rotating at high speeds, Ruin wobbled in its characteristic wibble style across the makeshift Bey-Arena. The tip of Ruin’s top moved in a spiral, leaving a similar print in the dirt, curving up the sides and into the air. One would think that air, being decidedly not solid, would be unable to carry a spinning top up it like a wall would. One would be incorrect. The sand seemed to work with Ruin, who had gone in expecting it to work even without the sand. Steps of dust formed and faded as Ruin slid across it, gathering speed on the ramp its sandstorm had made.

After all of that setup, Ria wasn’t expecting the top to zoom through the air, careen off course, and get stuck in a tree. She clicked her claws and a sickle of ice grew out of the palm, freezing over the blood and causing her to wince sharply. It curved into the air, a sharp and flat edge that warded away the sand. Ria pulled her arm back once more, and flicked her wrist as she brought her arm in, arcing her ice-sickle through the air and into a nearby tree. Curses filled the air.

But Ruin would not give up. The thing about Baltoys was that they had two points and no sense of self-preservation. Though the second one might just’ve been Ruin, true to its name. The Baltoy spun and spun, ripping of chunks of bark and even the browned flesh of the tree beneath. Ruin’s form seemed to squish for a moment, then shoot outwards like a spring, head pointed directly at Ria. Baltoy rammed the gem on Ria’s head, whirling viciously. It drove forward, pretending that there was nothing organic in front of him, it was merely a wall. Sparks came off the golden oval, and small glittering pieces fell to the ground. Ria screamed as she was forced backwards, further and further, pulled along like a rag by the impossible force of the drill.


Arena Notes:
-A dastardly Sandstorm holds the arena in its vile clutches! Are you a bad enough dude to save the arena It'll escape in seven actions at this rate!


Notes:
-Mia has a one stage Accuracy drop due to Sandstorm, Baltoy are used to living in sandy conditions so Ruin does not suffer the same drop.
-Since Mia is faster, Snarl did not suffer from the Accuracy drop, as Sandstorm was not in effect yet.
-This turned a fine shade of sour quickly. You're both below the damage cap, so make this next round count!

-Meursault to command.

random number gods bless us, every one...

go for a few more dazzling gleams, and if mia makes a substitute return the favor at 10%! if she goes underground, use earthquake!

Dazzling Gleam/Earthquake/Substitute (10%) x3

(psst, baltoy dont have genders, and also where are the stealth rock rolls?)

Meursault said:

random number gods bless us, every one...

go for a few more dazzling gleams, and if mia makes a substitute return the favor at 10%! if she goes underground, use earthquake!

Dazzling Gleam/Earthquake/Substitute (10%) x3

(psst, baltoy dont have genders, and also where are the stealth rock rolls?)

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Considering Icicle Crash requires absolute minimal movement on the leg front (just chucking an icicle at someone), and Sneasels are quite dextrous, rolls were not made. I'll be rolling Stealth Rock damage for all moves that require movement or are contact moves, as well as general movements like "walk to the left and use Icicle Crash" or something. Just like I did for Knock Off the previous round.

Also damnit I was sure I put it for every mention of Ruin's lack of gender.

Alright, let's just hope we don't get as unlucky this round!

Avalanche first to deal a great deal of damage, and finish this with Ice Beam! If you somehow survive up to that point, Surf for the lelz

Avalanche ~ Ice Beam ~ Surf

TruetoCheese said:

Considering Icicle Crash requires absolute minimal movement on the leg front (just chucking an icicle at someone), and Sneasels are quite dextrous, rolls were not made. I'll be rolling Stealth Rock damage for all moves that require movement or are contact moves, as well as general movements like "walk to the left and use Icicle Crash" or something. Just like I did for Knock Off the previous round.

Also damnit I was sure I put it for every mention of Ruin's lack of gender.

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that's fair. also only ever referred to ruin as they, so you're still wrong :P

Ruin pulled THEYself off of Mia’s head and tumbled about in midair, for once emplying their psychic prowess to control the spin. They looped through the air, spinning both forwards and like a top until Ruin paused and cemented theyself in their position above the ground. Mia could make out a glimmer through the chaotic winds, two pinpricks of light, shining like diamonds in the rough. Though these diamonds were rough, tearing through the thick coating of sand and blazing into Ria’s eyes. The Sneasel clawed at her eyes. The area around her was filled with a heat so intense that in the beam’s path was a shower of tinkling glass. The storm howled at the wound. Mia parted a claw, and looked up warily. The coast was clear. She jumped to attention, flinging out her arms and hopping on the spot. She spread her stance, widening it further, and pulled her arms upwards. The Sneasel was straining, whipped by sands, burnt by light and cursed by sweat, to lift something out of the earth. Finally her hands shot upwards, almost effortlessly. A stark contrast to their suffering before. And out came with them four levitating stones, each sharpened into rough diamonds. Mia waved her hands over each, covering them in a thin layer of ice. The rocks shuddered in the air as the weight of the ice increased, and its surface spread across the stone. Mia lifted her arms once more, and sent each one at the Baltoy. The stones spun through the air in the shape of a square, and Mia used the ensuing avalanche as her crosshair of choice. It was a perfect kill window, she had to admit. Her head shot forward, neck bent, and a jet of thin ice shot out of her mouth. The beam, while small, almost overtook the shards of frozen rock before slowing down to let them catch up.

Ruin’s spinning stilled. They knew it was time, and nothing could stop that now.

First came the stones, each crashing into the Baltoy’s relatively frail body from different angles. Four jagged edges thrust into the weakened clay of the doll and tore through the surface, destroying most of Ruin’s outer shell, but leaving the protective inner shell still intact. The stones shattered, each of the explosions bouncing Ruin around, pushing the Pokemon into another hail of icy rock, and that doing the same. The Baltoy was pinballing around four bumpers, cracking further each time. Ruin’s slitted eyes were now fully grown holes, jagged at the edges, and icy mist pooled around them like frozen tears.

But then came the beam. As minute as it seemed, the shock was stunning. The stopped at Ruin’s chest marking, hitting right on target, but the cold seemed to travel further into the Baltoy. Further and further until it hit the small of its back. And then it fanned outward, killing the protective shell from the inside. The Baltoy froze from the inside, its life force finally giving way to the haunting cold. The shell of the Baltoy shattered into a hundred pieces and was gathered by the sandstorm for its last rites. It carried its master high atop the clouds, the last view of light, before tumbling down to the earth below and billowing outwards into the arena once more. Ruin's pieces crashing into the ground, mingling with the earth from where it grew.

Mia then walked over to the nearby lake and rode the waves til the sun went down. She, of course, used a surfboard made from the quickfrozen remains of her foe.


Arena Notes:
-Four more actions of the howling storm.


Notes:
-Interestingly enough, Avalanche has two different methods of execution. One, where the rocks are thrown, is if damage is dealt to the icy wielder. Two, where the rocks are used as a battering ram, is where no damage is dealt. The second one was at a hazard of taking Stealth Rock damage, but that wouldn’t actually have KOed Mia anyway. I did the roll for funsies, and Mia skated by with a clean 45 on 100, needing less than 20 to prick her foot.
-Dem Accuracy rolls, Mia pulls through.

-PM me your sendouts while I clean up this sand.

I believe the Sandstorm should still be up regardless of the status of its initial user?

Lord of the Fireflies said:

I believe the Sandstorm should still be up regardless of the status of its initial user?

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Oh doesn't everything end and we begin a new bout? That's how I looked at it, at least.

Eh, I'm pretty in favor of arena lasting through bouts for long-term strategy.

Like Stealth Rocks. And Sandstorm. And Surfboards.

TruetoCheese said:

Oh doesn't everything end and we begin a new bout? That's how I looked at it, at least.

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nnno, and i'm pretty sure weather is persistent between bouts even during normal battle arena matchups. and anyway i used the term 'bout' very loosely, mostly it was just an excuse to force a fresh matchup every time.

Lord of the Fireflies said:

Eh, I'm pretty in favor of arena lasting through bouts for long-term strategy.

Like Stealth Rocks. And Sandstorm. And Surfboards.

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Oh yeah crap SR lasted, whooooooops. Fixing the Sandstorm thing then.

EDIT: FIXED. Makes Ruin's last words a little less wordy, though.

The stones were cast! The future of the next bout hangs in the balance!


-LotF get your damn Sneasel out of the water, command it if you must.

We'll just go wild with Scald for now, and wait before using it. If they use a special attack against you, Mirror Coat. If they try to use a status move of any kind against you, switch to Magic Coat.

Scald / Mirror Coat / Magic Coat x3

LET'S PLAY 'CONFUSE THE REF WITH MIRROR COAT CONDITIONALS!!'

FIRST ACTION: MOONFLOWER WILL PROBABLY WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING SO SHE CAN MIRROR COAT IT?? SO YOU OUGHTA BE ABLE TO GET A SUNNY DAY IN BEFORE SHE CAN SPRAY WATER AT YOU

SECOND ACTION: WAIT IT OUT. SEE IF SHE PUTS A MIRROR COAT UP. IF SHE DOES, SMASH HER ROCKS. IF SHE DOESN'T, SOLAR BEAM HER. BUT, MORE LIKELY THAN NOT, THIS JUST BECOMES AN INFINITE LOOP AND NEITHER OF YOU GETS TO DO ANYTHING AND THIS COUNTS AS LOAFING AROUND MAYBE??

THIRD ACTION: FUCK IT, ROCK SMASH. LOAF AROUND IF YOU DIDN'T LAST ACTION.

Sunny Day ~ Rock Smash (wait)/Solar Beam (wait)/loaf (wait) ~ Rock Smash/loaf

The wailing sand still surged across the battlefield, a tad more mournful now, what with the death of its master. Of the Fireflies chuckled at the thought of the sandstorm being more sentient than its maker, remembering the Baltoy’s stoicness in death, even. It just happened to be that the sand was particularly graining and clumped as it flew past Of the Fireflies, just a tad too solidified, and whumped him across the cheek, leaving the impression of a tire tread gone all directions. Just pure happenstance really, no hard feelings. After all it was just a bunch of wind and dirt. As the sop slopped off his cheek, right onto his third newest coat in descending order of collar frivolity, an idea ballooned in his mind.

Rocks. Yes, rocks. A pokeball later, Moonflower the coral refuse diddled about the battlefield, before finally finding a cozy settlement in the hole which Ruin had spun out of. She popped her arms inside and enjoyed the sandbath. Wiggling back and forth so that the monocle taped to her face didn’t jab into her nostril.

Meursault sent out a sloth. From afar it looked like she was screaming at a rug. But clearly this Slakoth was of undeniable ability, as she had a black belt to prove it. Of the Fireflies was unsure what the black belt was in, but if it was in being a rug, she damn well earned it.



Moonflower was nesting comfortably within the sunken ground, having the sandstorm tickle her coral horns was basically a free massage. Her stubby arms, or legs (can’t really tell with coral), wiggled about underneath her, ready for action at any moment.

Yuzuko was silent. Yuzuko was also deadly, but not right now. Right now, Yuzukuo was listening to the moaning of her now-dead partner. Ruin was in the air, and the storm was telling him of how the Baltoy was now a surfboard. Yuzuko nodded, a deep slow shake of the head filled with understanding. The sandstorm wished to be with its master, to care for them. Yuzuko continued nodding. Yuzuko nodded herself to sleep. The sandstorm tittered about, looking this way and that. A wall of grit slid in and curved downwards, using an edge to tap Yuzuko on her shoulder. Yuzuko nodded awake, curving her hands over her head and forming a ring. Yuzuko nodded and the inside ring of fur stood on end, crackling with sparks. The sandstorm stood back, slightly alarmed, and gathered up more of its storm from behind so as to defend itself in case of distress. Moonflower opened an eye, and noticed that her horns were no longer being tickled, and clawed out of her massage hole. There she saw a ring, a perfect target of sorts, barely able to contain sizzles inside it. Steam rose from Yuzuko’s brown fur, but she continued to nod, the sparks crashed into each other and set alight, bulging into a ball of fire. Yuzuko nodded and her arms opened up, releasing the containment field and allowing the ball of fire to soar into the sky. Yuzuko turned to the sandstorm, technically she hadn’t moved her face in a while but the sandstorm knew it was its turn. Yuzuko’s left arm flopped to the ground, and a claw pointed directly at the nearby sea. There was Mia the Sneasel, surfing on a stony implement. The sandstorm quivered in anticipation. Yuzuko nodded. The sandstorm ran off to play with its master as soon as the orb of heat pierced the forming clouds above. It dove into the center of the sky and shattered, tearing apart all the hard work that the cumuli had done, absolutely resolved to let the glorious sun burn once more.

Moonflower huffed and pushed herself onto the forelegs, or forearms, one of those four forelimbs. She was supposed to wait for that piece of furniture to do something, and look where that got her. She would growl at her trainer but he fed her and stuff, so she couldn’t do that. Instead she growled at the earth, while upended upon it. It was her turn to be furniture, each of her pink branches acting as the legs to one glorious table. She was the better furniture, even when she didn’t need to be. Her body was heating up with fury, something she decided to acknowledge because her counsellors had told her to let her anger out when it was at exactly one hundred degrees Celsius. She opened her mouth and her latest growl turned into a foaming blast of water. Of course, she was still flipped over and the blast propelled her into the sky. An uninformed observer who had just informed another observer about some piece of information relating to pigs flying would turn to the sky and notice a flying pink blob far away, proceed to point at the partially informed observer, and laugh. The stream of boiling water churned in the air, rising in a general cone until Moonflower was far enough away for it to poof into heated mist and descend upon the battlefield. Moonflower reduced her hateful heat output, allowing the forces of gravity to pull her upright once more. Her cylindrical pink stub of an arm, which could simply be a stunted piece of coral, wiggled determinedly to try and shield her unmonocled eye. It did not succeed. The glare of the sun looked down on her from far above. Moonflower’s cooled head began to bubble with nonsense again. She didn’t like the way the sun looked down on her, it was demeaning. Waves of warmth undulated forth from her internal water-production organ, filling her body with anger once more. As the waves crashed against the inside of her skin, Moonflower cried out, she had had enough! The pain was unbearable. She fired another steaming jet of water at the sun itself. This beam, while determined, on point, and even set on course by Moonflower’s singularly monocled eye, could only last so long against the powers of the sun. The Corsola fell back to the earth, her wings of water taken by the sun. Limply, the steaming remnants of Moonflower’s final stream sank below to where it belonged. The ground.

Yuzuko was minding her own business nodding away when a Corsola crashed into the ground in front of her. The shockwave ran across the battlefield, but more importantly through Yuzuko. Her splayed out body a mere conduit for the movement, she was helpless as she did the worm. The thump of her legs and tail against the ground was the sounding alarm for a streak of hot water to scald the back of her rugself. Yuzuko’s nod stopped, replaced by a twitch at the base of her neck and the careful clenching of teeth to hold back a scream. Her eyes were still closed, however, as this was not that big of an emergency.

Moonflower blinked several times, then tried to rub her eyes with her stubs. This was proving unsuccessful, so she blinked again. Was Yuzuko in pain from her blasts? Did she just bring a rug to life? TRULY SHE WA- no no she had to wait and see before jumping to conclusions. That’s what the counsellors told her. Wait and see, wait and see.

The heat had left a line of crisscrossing scars across her back, but the warm air seemed to steal the steam from them. Her fur had taken the brunt of the wash, so none of the water had touched her skin, and that was a relief. Yuzuko breathed out, it was maybe time for a little snack. She half-opened her eyes and looked at her arm, which curved like a tube and plunged itself into the darkness beneath Yuzuko. The appendage squirmed about like a fishing line caught on big prey, trying to wrench it free from the unfortunately solid waters of Yuzuko. The Slakoth noted her arm’s troubles, and lifted up her torso ever so slightly. The arm pulled free, flinging itself outwards and revealing a glorious loaf of bread attached to its claws. Yuzuko brought the loaf close and caressed it with her other tapered claw.

Moonflower was disgusted. And you know what happens when Moonflower gets disgusted. Yuzuko had only taken a single bite of her precious loaf when a finely aimed shot of water knocked it out of her arms. The loaf bounced against the sand and landed a meter to the Slakoth’s side. Which to a Slakoth meant it was lost forever. Yuzuko was so saddened at being bereft of loaf that she didn’t even notice the scarring heat this time.

The sandstorm continued to play with Mia the surfboarding Sneasel. She had now given up on using the water, which had become unbearably hot to touch, and was riding on tsunamis made of sand. Now this wouldn’t be physically possible, but Ruin the surfboard was also enjoying this and opted to use its psychic powers for good, clumping up bits of sand to provide safe tubularity for everyone.


Arena Notes:
-Surf, shades, sun for another six actions! Then it’s just surf!


Notes:
-How dare you imply that waiting for an opponent’s move even scratches the NIRVANIC BLISS attained by glorious loaf.
-Basically, Moonflower couldn't tell what kind of move was being readied due to infinite waiting, but she was still waiting for it. If there was only one conditional there, instead of both Mirror Coat and Magic Coat, I'd probably have rolled to see if she bopped Yuzuko with a Scald.
-HAIL THE LOAF.

-Meursault to command.

(moonflower should have taken stealth rock damage on sendout, no?)

alright yuzuko, on the first action moonflower isn't protecting, mirror coating, or underground/water, nail her with a solar beam. if she makes a light screen on the first action, brick break it. loaf around on the first action she's unhittable, and work up otherwise.

after you've successfully solar beamed, use power-up punch if you didn't already brick break, or loaf otherwise.

if the weather becomes sandy, use the appropriate fighting move instead of solar beam.

Solar Beam/Brick Break/loaf ~ Solar Beam/Power-Up Punch/Work Up ~ Solar Beam/Work Up/loaf

Meursault said:

(moonflower should have taken stealth rock damage-

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I FUCKING HATE STEALTH ROCKS.

WILL FIX WHEN I'M NEITHER ON THE PHONE NOR HUNTING DOWN AND KILLING DUSTIN "ROCKS" BROWDER.

TtC, did you account for Hustle in your calculations? I get 8% damage. Not that it's a big deal or anything.

Alright Moonflower, we'll start with Rain Dance because apparently Solarbeam takes more time and energy to be used under rain, so I doubt Yuzuko will be able to pull it off in a single action (especially without STAB). Then we'll use Psychic to turn her around so she can't fire it at us, and throw her in the water. Wait for her to splash around foe a while, just be sure to zoom in right, and trap her in a Whirlpool. If she managea to hit you with Solarbeam on the first action, just Scald away! Be sure to wait and zoom though. Also use Scald if you think it's going to be impossible to trap her in whirlpool on the last action.

Rain Dance ~ Psychic (turn Yuzuko around + throw her in water) / Scald ~ Whirlpool / Scald

Lord of the Fireflies said:

TtC, did you account for Hustle in your calculations? I get 8% damage. Not that it's a big deal or anything.

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I swore I did. Regardless, fixed now. Reffing up at a point in time which is not now.