Vipera Magnifica vs. Lord of the Fireflies

[size=+2]Vipera Magnifica vs Lord of the Fireflies[/size]

Format: 3v3 single
Style: Switch
DQ: 1 week
Damage Cap: 30% (40% on fifth day through the seventh day)
Banned/Restricted Moves: OHKOs, direct recovery (except on seventh day), Pain Split, moves will not inflict attraction or confusion
Arena Description: The Genesis of the Universe


Vipera Magnifica's active squad

Violent Mustelid the male Mienfoo <Regenerator> @ Life Orb
Finbarr Galedeep the male Buizel <Swift Swim> @ Leftovers
Vile Myriapoda the female Venipede <Swarm> @ Black Sludge
Melia the female Glaceon <Snow Cloak> @ Never-Melt Ice
Calcifer the male Litwick <Flame Body> @ Eviolite
Psycho Mantis the male Scyther <Technician> @ Metal Coat
Orestes the male Larvitar <Guts> @ Lucky Egg
Super Smile Kevin the male Squirtle <Rain Dish> @ Shell Bell
Rhinestone Eyes the female Sableye <Keen Eye> @ Sachet
Metal Gear ROSS the genderless Metang <Clear Body> @ Lucky Egg


Lord of the Fireflies's active squad

Alice in Chain Chomps the female Mawile <Intimidate> @ Sachet
Hook of the Infect Boglands the male Croagunk <Anticipation> @ Sitrus Berry
Thybault Dullblade the male Kirlia <Trace> @ Dawn Stone
Jules Vernfield the male Accelgor <Hydration> @ Reaper Cloth
Rose Spookheart the female Mismagius <Levitate>
Lady Ouroboros the female Ekans <Shed Skin>
Keyrielle Phlebotinum the female Klefki <Prankster> @ Red Card
Elegraff from Plastic Beaches the female Chinchou <Volt Absorb>
Epitaph for a Despised Coward the female Gourgeist (Small Size) <Frisk>
Cello the female Cleffa <Magic Guard> @ Soothe Bell

PM me your sendouts and their commands, preferably in that order. Winner gets to be pope.

Before we begin. Ahem.

Lord of the Fireflies said:

MONSTERS

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WHAT WHAT THE THE FUCK FUCK ISN’T THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A KIDS SHOW?




Stu shoved the papers aside with careless abandon. Then he shoved them further, just enough that they could peer over the edge of the table and gape at the fall. He’d just clocked out as on-duty librarian, but Stu actually lived at the library. No one knew Stu lived at the library, except Stu. He brought a marker out from under his felt tip pen and eagerly undid the cap (it was tied shut so no one could steal it). He gazed up at the fluorescent light of the very long and cylindrical candle and marveled at how the builders had gotten it to be horizontal. A magical lighting fixture worthy of the tale he would pen. It would be the most spectacular story anyone had ever seen and anyone would ever see. Baxter, the dog down the road had told him he had a knack for these stories, and then peed on his marker. It was a sign. But Stu didn’t have paper, or its ancestral origin: trees, with which to write or manufacture. So he took a job at the library.

Stu licked his lips and flipped open a book.

First came…the illustrations. Every good storybook had pictures.
There would be a-



His old friend flame, ROSE RED THE WASHCLOTH WITCH HEARTSTOPPER OF THE RED GEAR CLAN. She was evil so she needed to have something more than just one eye. Stu gave her many eyes. Then that looked scary so he said those were the eyes of the other RED GEAR CLAN members, who she tried to make into RED FEAR CLAN members, failed, and then stole their eyes. Oh wait that made no sense. Stu hastily corrected that when RED EYE ROSS THE METAL BOSS chose a life of heroism over her, she turned to the one thing that would accept her: The darkness.

Stu added DUN DUN DUNNNN next to her shortened name: Rose Spookheart. Because the darkness betrayed her and killed her and now she’s a ghost. Also her heart was broken by RED EYE ROSS because that way he has more character.

Stu twirled his marker in his hand, now to write their story…RED EYE ROSS found ROSE RED HEARTSTOPPER in the darkness, and tried to save her…

In the inky black of nothingness, where there was nothing but black darkness and Rose, came Metal Gear ROSS. He walked into the darkness of the first day that they met that he met the new Rose.

“ROSE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ROSE.”

“YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE, ROSS.”

“THAT’S A LIE, ROSE.”

Rose’s heart would have fluttered, but it was stopped because her name was ROSE RED HEARTSTOPPER (in long form) “REALLY?” she said with a coo.

“YES, I NEVER LOVED YOU.” Ross was cold hearted. Because Ross had no heart, because he was near ROSE RED HEARTSTOPPER (in long form), who had STOPPED HIS HEART because he was near her.

“OH NO THE DARKNESS IS CONSUMING ME, ROSS.” A tear fell down Rose’s face.

“WAIT NO ROSE I LOVE YOU I WAS WRONG.” Ross realized that Rose had stopped his heart in a good way, because she was so stunning that it stopped. But it was too late, Rose was now darkness. But there was hope, there was a chance that Ross could save Rose by hitting the darkness with the one attack he’d ever known. Ever since Ross was a child in the RED GEAR CLAN he had been ridiculed by the other RED GEAR CLAN members for only having one move, but now that move could save Rose.

Ross bent his head forward, following Rose’s screams for help, and like the pointer on a compass he aligned with her. Then he shot forward like a bullet with a mohawk. But it was no use, he flew further and further away into the darkness.

“ross i am evil now so i don’t use grammar” Stu had to distinguish them somehow.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO” shouted Ross. Rose pulsed in the darkness, reveling in her new form. She had accepted the darkness and become the WASHCLOTH WITCH. “NOOOOO” said Ross again.

“shut up i am darkness” Rose’s washcloth form billowed and she spat out a glob of darkness. Ross couldn’t see the darkness because it was dark but he could feel something bubbling and warping towards him. It hit Ross in his mohawk and he spun around in the darkness. He was forever lost in the eternal shadow because he could not see, even with his red eye.

But then he saw a light and it could save him. He saw the light of the future.

Stu pushed the book aside, yawned and got up. He scratched the fuzz growing on his chin before giving out another yawn. Stu flicked his leg backwards at the knee and kicked away his chair. It clanked and whomped across the floorboards, almost tipping over but realigning just in time. He went to get some coffee.




Notes:
-Don’t worry, the style will get better as Stu keeps writing the tale. Let’s say it…evolves >:3
-How in the hell did you miss every single Iron Head. It did help condense the round into one move, I guess? Woo?
-At the beginning of the next round you'll both evolve. Metang and Mismagius, of course.

-Stu tried to flip a coin to be all cool in front of the vending machine but it fell and slipped under the base. When he tried to reach the coin he saw the darkness and got another idea. The darkness is really a person from long ago called Lord of the Fireflies, that was his title not his name, and he controlled Rose. He would give her her orders now under the cover of- this is where Stu giggled- darkness.

Above Stu, from the nests made in forgotten tales hanging from the star-glazed vault, swooped a crow with feathers of foul curses. It slashed at the ink bottle with its tails, spilling it over the book in runes of the past. It read:

As the shadow of fear grows and evolves

Their enemies shall perish in the flames of magic

Shall their enemies try and cover themselves with Screens of Light, they shall disappear in darkness and strike forth

Shall their enemies cower under the impenetrable dome of green light, they shall bide their time and muster vile strategies

Their enemies shall not escape

Mystical Fire / Phantom Force / Nasty Plot x3

How the hell did you miss Iron Head three times in a row? I know you still have feelings for Rose, but damn it, the fate of the world is at stake here!

(Just what are the odds that all of your attacks hit and all of mine missed? I mean, aside from 0.41%)

Coiled beneath the hearth, the serpent with scales of crimson raised its head to meet the crow's stare. Striking at a second inkwell, it left a message on the worn out pages:

Try as they may, your enemies shall not encumber your strength

For thy body is as clear as day

Let yourself grow in number, if only by trick of the light

Then let the darkness in the witch's heart consume her

As she is haunted by the phantoms of her past

Double Team ~ Shadow Ball ~ Shadow Ball

(Just what are the odds that all of your attacks hit and all of mine missed? I mean, aside from 0.41% TRUE LOVE)

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Stu charged back to his seat of honour, his mind lathered in the sweet high of caffeine. He arched his back and poked out his behind, all while running, and slid smoothly into his chair. The issue was his chair was away from the table, so he gripped the impertinent thing and hobbled it all the way next to his finest literature.

Stu then cursed. What the shit was this? Some jackass spilt ink all over his masterpiece in the making. And then a second jackass came and dropped another murky bomb on the pages. Both these jackasses had managed to scribble some goddamn words into the ink, Stu did not know how they did that and therefore they must be very skilled jackasses. Stu raised his fist and shook it at the world in general. First at the ceiling and then the northern wall, then the southern, then the eastern, then the northern, then a pause before the western because he had spun around too much and forgot where west was.

He clamped one hand down on the table and surveyed the disaster. Peeking out from the sea of inky jackassery were bits of orange writing. He heaved a sigh, his work was safe. The familiar pop of a marker calmed his nerves, and he set to work once more…

Wait crap the notes could be from him. His future self. Who had been wildly successful and sent these back in time to help him. He thanked the world, this time getting the order right. Then he slammed down the marker and got the order write.

Picking up where we left off, our intrepid hero RED EYE ROSS THE METAL GEAR BOSS had fumbled in the darkness, failing to save his ONE TRUE LOVE from becoming a ghost because she died. He spun through the unfathomable, meaning without fathom (Stu wanted to help his slower readers), darkness until he saw the future. In the future it was kind of bright with lots of light because some dude said there should be lights.

“ROSE ARE YOU IN THE FUTURE”

“no im behind you” and then Rose was behind him. He turned around and saw Rose for the first time. But not the last.

“ROSE I CAN SEE YOU” he said, because he saw her. “ROSE I CAN SEE” he said again because he could see because of the light that had filled the world. It was the light of the future because Ross had waited and the future was now. Ross was enlightened. “ROSE I AM ENLIGHTENED” and so Rose set him on fire.

“AAAAAAAAH I AM ON FIRE” said Ross but then he noticed the fire stopped, and it had taken something from him, so he looked to the future again (the other future because this one was now) and saw he was on fire. He understood that to achieve enlightenment he had to be set on fire.

Ross closed his mouth and hummed slowly, he felt his future self come from the future and fuse with him. Thereby becoming TWOROSS. And because his future self had come from the future his future self knew about his own future self in that future, and that they would soon fuse and become METAGROSS. Because Stu didn’t know how to spell MEGA.

“ROSE, WE ARE ENLIGHTENED” said another Ross from the future, coming out of Ross’ shadow. Then another one said it.

“ROSE, WE ARE ENLIGHTENED” like that. And then another.

“shut up said Rose” whoops, said Rose. Her lack of grammar had gone so far that she had evolved into a being of complete lack of grammar. She had a hat and had become a WITCHCLOTH WASHLOCK. “ahahahahah” and she set fire to Ross.

Ross was ready to laugh because Rose set fire to the Ross from a doomed timeline, thereby doing nothing. But she hit him. “HOW DID YOU HIT ME ROSE”

“because I have always known the scent of my one true love”

“REALLY ROSE?”

“no it was luck” and the TWOROSS disappeared because it was actually fake and Rose gasped.

“ROSE I AM DARKNESS” Stu gave Ross darkness powers now because he was enlightened and understood how to control light, so that he could control darkness now because darkness was unlight. “ROSE I AM UNLIGHTENED” Ross flexed his claws and twirled them in front of him, pulling strands of darkness into a ball. Ross then showed the ball to Rose and hit her with hit.

Rose was confused as to how he knew about the darkness. “how do you know about the darkness she asked”?

“LIKE THIS” and Ross hit her with another ball. Ross laughed because that was a cool one-liner and he was cool now. But he didn’t notice that the darkness was consuming him like it had consumed Rose.

Rose noticed this because she was consumed by darkness, but not completely. Rose still had some true love for Ross left in her, and her true love inside her was telling her that she needed to save Ross from the darkness. She couldn’t let him become darkness. But she only knew one way to make light.

And so Rose set Ross on fire again.

But she was wrong. Damnit she said. Ross high fived other future Ross, but Rose did not know who was the receiver and who was the fiver of the two.





Notes:
- I accidentally wrote out a whole bit where I managed SWAP your command strings to the other Pokemon. Thank Stu I only got to the first action. Maybe you’ll want to read it, so I’ve shoved it in a spoiler down here…
-Ross has slightly below average speed, so he summoned three fake future Rosses.
-I hope that one day, maybe hundreds of years from now, someone finds this and makes it a religion.
-I believe Mystical Fire’s energy cost is incorrectly labelled in the dBase, so I’m going with 5% for now. This lead Rose and Ross to have the same amount of energy, not even typoes can stop TRUE LOVE.
-It was sunny this round, so it has to be rainy on the next. Will things heat up or cool down between Ross and Rose? Find out next time when Vipera Magnifica commands!

TruetoCheese said:

-Ross has slightly below average speed, so he summoned three fake future Rosses.

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TruetoCheese said:

Mystical Fire: Accuracy (1/3, needed 1 to hit, HIT)

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But if Ross maked three fake Rosses, then aren't there four Rosses that could be hitted?

Vipera Magnifica said:

But if Ross maked three fake Rosses, then aren't there four Rosses that could be hitted?

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I have considered this alongside Stu and have decided that...

Yes.

(Fixed)

There's really no getting around the fact that we have a glaring type disadvantage here... *grumble* back in my day, steel-types resisted ghost attacks!

Well, I could switch you out, but I'd rather not waste the action. Here's what you should do: By default, use Shadow Ball three times. If your opponent has a Light Screen set up, or you can't use Shadow Ball due to Torment or Imprison, or Shadow Ball is spited, use Meteor Mash. If Rose has clones, use Aerial Ace. In any case, make sure that Rose has actually completed her move before you attack her, so she can't pull off a Me First. Since we don't have room for any more conditionals, if you can't reach her or she is protecting, just fire off Meteor Mash and hope for an attack boost.

Shadow Ball / Meteor Mash / Aerial Ace x3

The ink splashed earlier snaked across the paper like mischievous ferrets, forming new cryptic symbols on the sheets of brittle, marker-stained pages.

Their enemies cursed the skies

The shadow of fear grinned at the irony

As a mental prison locked their enemy's mind

As a mystic force immobilized their enemy in mid-air

and as the skies came crashing down


Imprison ~ Telekinesis ~ Thunder

Stu saw tributaries glide through creases in the wet paper. Stu was getting tired of these random messages from future Stu, he knew what he had to do because the future was now. Obviously. He grabbed the offending page, crumpled it up before the ink could spell a message- it managed to splatter into a “HEL-” as it was crushed without mercy- and then threw it at the nearest bookshelf. Stu tore out another piece of the book waggled it around in the air, getting out any of the residual ink that festered in its folds. He also noted how not brittle the pages were.

The ink fell onto his current work like rain. This gave Stu an idea.

The idea was rain. He would make it rain now because it was fitting after the bright bit.


“ross no let me save you” said Rose because she was worried about him and his impending doom.

“FROM WHAT?” asked Ross almost casually, because he’d been used to her insecurities from their previous relationship.

“what relationship” said Rose to the narrative.

“RELATIONSHIP? THIS ISN’T HOW TRUE LOVE WORKS” said Ross because he thought Rose was making words at him and not the literature. He concentrated really hard and became really buff because the future TWOROSS came and became now, so Ross was now METAGROSS. Rose swooned because he was all ‘swole’. Then she remembered what was beneath the metallic exterior, a metallic interior.

‘’you shut up I am talking to important words here” and Rose blinked in that way that Ross liked and he was imprisoned by her charms even though she was evil. “close enough” Rose sighed.

“BUT IN TRUE LOVE YOU JUST…” not even METAGROSSes could figure out how TRUE LOVE worked, because it didn’t involve relationships in all the fine literature that he had acquired when fusing with the future Ross from the now (also Stu was confused). “TRUE…HMM” and because Rose had secretly imprisoned while he was busy being imprisoned by her HEARTSTOPPING CHARMS, he could no longer figure out what TRUE LOVE was about. “ROSE WHAT IS LOVE”

The story will have to pause for a bit while Stu dances about singing something strange, wherein he asks small human infants not to harm him.
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Alright. “i don’t know” Rose lied.

“LIAR YOU KNOW” said Ross because he knew she was lying from the way her mouth was not saying the truth. Ross raised his hands into the air as if he had given up the argument they had never had. Rose turned around to go back to figuring out how to save Ross from the darkness. But that was Ross’ chance and he threw a knife at her.

“what the hell you threw a-” Rose was cut short by another knife being thrown at her, and then another.

“TASTE COLD HARD STEEL” said Ross because the darkness had turned his heart into steel. “OR SHOULD I SAY COLD HEART STEEL” he quipped then laughed. He then high fived the only remaining future Ross

“why are you throwing knives where did you get knives to throw” said Rose, having another knife phase through her witchcloth. They didn’t hurt her because she was a ghost in the darkness. “they don’t hurt me-” and then they hurt her because the COLD STEEL of the knives carried with them the twang of Ross’ rejection and they resonated inside her as they flew through her because she was a ghost. But she was a ghost with feeling.

And that feeling was TRUE LOVE. “ow, this hurts now said Rose” said Rose. A tear streamed down her face and joined the tear that had streamed down her face before.

“stop that” said Rose as another knife hit her in the left eye. “ow my right eye” she said because that’s where the pain was greatest.

“MAKE ME” cackled Ross. And she did. “OKAY PLEASE STOP MAKING ME” Ross flailed his arms about his person because he was floating out of his control. The other Ross shrugged and disappeared in a puff of inexistence.

“see, I have far more darkness power than you do, because I accepted the darkness. Not born in it, not molded by it. I didn’t see the darkness until I closed the curtains.” When Rose was serious she grammared harder.

“BUT I DIDN’T ACCEPT THE DARKNESS, THE DARKNESS ACCEPTED ME.” and Ross threw more knives at her.

“SILENCE.” Said Rose and ROSS was quiet. “I didn’t think that would work.” But it did.

“IT DIDN’T!” Ross cackled again. But this time Rose was prepared and she shouted at him really loudly. She shouted at him so loudly with a word that Stu’s mother had told him was a mean word that the skies parted and a yellow fork shot out of the sky. An actual yellow fork.

“its MY turn to use cutlery!” and the fork poked Ross in the eye.

Ross pouted and threw another knife at her. “MY CUTLERY IS MORE POTENT.” Ross could use larger words now, like photosynthesis, because he had more future Ross brains to work with. Or rather, for them to work with him. Ross could think things like that because he had more fut-

And then Stu dropped an inked sheet of paper onto his work. In a futile attempt to make it rain because the scene was sad and mournful, he had instead let slip a sheet of ink onto his masterwork. He did not create a scene, nor cause any alarm to the nearby potted plants (the only living things in the vicinity), because he wrote in orange marker and damn was it bright.

Ross could think th-





Notes:
-I regret to inform you that Telekinesis didn’t really do much >.> Since it began raining the clone would’ve been washed away and Thunder would have had full accuracy. I still let the clone poof out of pity. I guess he’s still floaty though, so that’s cool.

-Next up we have a sandstorm as Stu throws a potted plant at the next jackass to spill ink over his work. Rock moves get boosted because the pot shatters. Fireflies up to command.

The shadows creeping along the vaulted ceiling cackled as the electrical lamps scattered throughout the room exploded in laughter, leaving darkness to strangle the Shadow of Fear's enemies!

Of course, should they cower behind the green shield, more plotting would be allowed! And if that should happen during the dawn of this day, simple dark ballistics would be sufficient.

Zap Cannon / Nasty Plot ~ Hex / Nasty Plot / Shadow Ball

Shield yourself from the oncoming storm,

then assault the shadow of fear's mind

Protect ~ Psychic ~ Psychic

Stu had let his story sit for a bit, not because he wanted to get it off his mind and return to edit later, but because it was soaking wet. A fingerless glove held the very tip of a page’s corner. Another knotted lint in his pants’ pocket. Unfortunately for Stu, it turned out that potted plants have a lot of soggy dirt, and that dirt doesn’t come off easy. Gloweringly sharp was the electric lamp Stu held it in front of, but the silent buzzing of the circuitry helped mute his mind. That was until they exploded.

The paper was more or less finished, but the orange scribbles were left largely unmarked. As if the shards had deftly avoided them. Though, the force had blown back Stu’s skullcap and various shards had sliced through his mop of hair so with such accuracy that he now bore the haircut his mom had been telling him to have. But the sudden clarity offered by sharp objects whizzing past one’s think tank set Stu in motion. What if they were on a tropical island.

With a sandstorm.



-ink like that because he had more future Ross brains to work with. Because Ross knew what the future was because of METAGROSS power, which was so powerful, like a computer but more super, he could tell the future and saw that Rose would hit him with balls. Ross did not want to be stricken in such a manner, so he spun around and pulled a barrier from another timeline where Rose had thrown balls at him, thereby making that timeline’s Ross be hit by the balls and then explode. He also stole that Ross’ margarita, then realized it was margherita after taking a sip and threw it back into the other tropical dimension.

“ross did you just kill one of your future rosses” said Rose in a concerning voice as a bit of grime snaked into the corner of her mouth, tore of a piece of her WITCHCLOTH form and left out the back of her neck.

“SO?” said Ross and crossed his arms across his body in a cross. Rose had no words for this, the darkness had crept into him so far that it was actually dark behind his eyes. Where before it was just dark, now it was dark because Rose noticed it. She had to think of a way to save him, but again the only way she could think of was to kill him. She plotted and she plotted, but all that came to her was the realization that it wouldn’t save him if he was dead.

This was an issue, and Rose understood this. “rose used reverse psychology said Rose”

“YOUR GRAMMAR IS OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN.”

“haha you fell for my reverse psychology”

“WHAT, HOW WAS THAT EVEN REMOTELY-”

“haha”

“PLEASE TELL M-”

“ha”

“YOU’RE GOING TO SAY HA AGAIN AREN-”

“ha.”

Ross was getting annoyed because he was super smart now and could comprehend everything and even fist through time and steal stuff from dumber Rosses. Rose could feel his exasperation from where she was, and knew that her reverse psychology was not working. She did not notice it before because she thought it was so good that she reverse psychologied herself into believing it worked when it didn’t, because it was bad so it reversed to good as well.

But this was all part of her dark plan, one that she had reverse psychologied herself into forgetting. She focused her jumbled up thoughts into a dark ball in her head and opened her mouth as wide as it could go.

“THAT IS DISTURBING” said Ross, because it was. And then a ball of whispering darkness bawled through the air, bowling right into the METAGROSS. “ROSE, STOP THAT YOU CAN’T CONFUSE AND/OR CONFABULATE ME WITH THOSE TIRESOME BRAINFARTS”

The ball slicked onto Ross and he reached out to grab it, but Ross was using logic and darkness does not use logic. The ball popped as soon as he touched it and covered him in thought-inducing darkslime, which coursed through his bloodless system and filled his inside with thoughts of reverse psychology, but not actually reverse psychology because it was playing reverse psychology with his head. But Ross had a supercomputer for a brain and could feel the pulses of darkness shrinking away from the telepathetic energy holding him in place. With the force of his mind he did what he could and used his thoughts to headbutt the darkness into the telekinetic force, wrapping it around and causing the tinkly psychic power to stop controlling him. He then headbutted it towards Rose and it hit her in the face.

Rose did not expect that he would escape her prison so readily, but he did and she was shocked. “ross no how did you do this”

“I AM SMART NOW” said Ross in a rich voice like molasses running down a hill of smooth cream. “AND MY VOICE IS SMARTER” he said. Rose did not understand this because she wasn’t smart enough, and the mental pain hurt her even more deeply than she could imagine; the very essence of her mental fortitude failed her. She screamed and shot her more painful thoughts at him, but they merely tinked off his grey mattered armor like it didn’t matter. Ross thrust his clawed arms outwards and pretended to grab some air in front of him and hug it to death. Rose was confused but then her mind grew smaller and smaller and tighter until it popped and then she screamed because minds shouldn’t pop and it hurt.

“Ross, what the hell have you done-” but Rose stopped speaking, because she knew what had happened. And she thought it at the same time as Ross said it.

“I HAVE GIVEN YOU GRAMMAR.” And the holes in Rose’s WITCHCLOTH grew with the storm around them, but also the storm in her head.




Notes:
-Alright, next round you are each going to get a random Rarity One Pokemon to assist your respective battler with random moves from its movepool. What this means is that next round is going to be hilarious. Too bad we won’t get to Day Six, that would’ve been crazy given the situation.
-I forgot to mention Imprison's duration last round. It's here now.

-How will TRUE LOVE find its way into our heroes’ hearts? Will it even make it there? They don’t have hearts, really. One’s a robot and the other’s a ghost. BUT STILL. Tune in for the thrilling conclusion, I hope- they are below the damage cap, right after these messages from Vipera Magnifica’s commands!

Wait crap this is a 3v3. I guess we’ll catch future Stu in the next one.

Protecting would be useless because of Phantom Force.

Endure would be useless because of Hail.

All the Rarity One Pokémon are slower than Mismagius.

Sorry Ross, any way you look at it, you're screwed. You may as well get one last hit in before going down. Use that Bullet you've been saving for your Valentine.

Bullet Punch x3

Seeping from under the rug, one stray blotch of ink hurled itself on the book and covered Ross' illustration forever.

Shadow Ball x3

This would be the final chapter in one of Rose or Ross’ lives. And Stu would have to make it count. He sweat over the paper, clung to his marker like a child to a flotation device. There had to be action, there had to be spectacles. There had to be…more characters.

The marker fell upon the page, and the story wrote itself.


Far off in a world where lives are games and people the wagers, were two entities. There was this game that they played, that they liked to play. Young were these entities, and the ripples of their actions were left unchecked. It was thoughtlessness, it was play. Figures trapped in stony silence would dance about the field of play, moved by the hands of their makers. They were not carved by or from who controlled them, but they were animated by their presence. Universes are slimy, mischievous things. These entities were playing nothing more than a game, but in a world far removed from their own there were events unfolding in cruel parallel to their actions. Because such is chaos and such is chance.

It was not a dark and stormy night, in fact it was quite bright and the storm had died down when the sun peeked over the horizon. Rose and Ross were still frozen in their thoughts, or thoughtlessness, for Rose. Their large red eyes, one set swallowed in black and the other rimmed by gold, pierced through each other. Ross watched the palms sway in the wind behind Rose, his pupil unblinking and unmoving. The ghost’s gaze wandered from one lulling wave to the next, a blue more dynamic than her companion’s metallic coating.

“Are we going to stand here like idiots, or are we going to do something?” said Rose.

“I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO DO SOMETHING.” Ross dragged a claw across his exoskeleton, both sharpening it into a fine point and the air around him into a fine shrill. He was biding his time. Gears in his head were turning, figuratively, churning out ideas and explanations. He was calculating.

“Can you stop that?” she asked him while looking at the ocean.

“YES, ROSE.” He hummed automatically. She caught the laziness in his voice, it wasn’t always that robotic to her. Something was amiss. “ROSE, SOMETHING IS AMISS,” Ross’ inner turmoil bled outwards, his eyes turned down to the sand. “I AM RUNNING CALCULATIONS TO UNDERSTAND, BUT THE RESULTS ARE GIBBERISH.”

Rose’s head turned slowly, “What do you not understand?”

“I DON’T WANT TO KILL YOU.”

Just then a bug shot out of the island’s rather minimalist jungle. A sprightly ladybug which was much less lady than bug thundered forward onto the shore and stole everyone’s attention. It turned back to the thicket from whence it came with a stuck out tongue and an upturned smile. Rose looked back at the undergrowth, and noticed a bat walk out. It had a cane and a beard hanging off its chin like a very dedicatedly preserved collection of icicles. The Zubat’s hind legs were actually capable of moving on land, given that it had a wing wrapped around a walking stick, rather walking branch. The bat unfurled its other wing, which had been lounging on his back in a restive curl, and flung it into the air. Wheezes of misfired anger came from beneath its fangs, and the creases on its forehead decided to reproduce. The fist of the bat shook, but it shook at nothing. Echolocation was impossible after a life of smoking jungle-grass, and all it could do was yell at a hole in the ground.

“Well that was interesting.”

“YES.”

“Anyway,” Rose cleared her throat, “I don’t particularly want to kill you either.”

“BUT I DO.”

She flinched. “What? You just said you didn’t.”

“BUT I DON’T!” shouted Ross in reply, scattering a few birds into the sky above the jungle.

Rose’s expression stilled, and the sensation rode down her incorporeal body, every part of her stiffened and stood stock still. This wasn’t Ross talking-

“THIS IS THE DARKNESS.” Said Ross. Rose closed her eyes to hide the tears, but a whoosh forced them open. Ross was in front of her, grinning. A fist came down on top of her head, pushing her down into the earth. She would’ve begged him to stop, to reconsider. But there was no Ross left inside.

She felt the darkness being pulled out of her as the Metagross’ claw shoved her further into the sand. Strands of purple came off her body and twirled along the rough lines of Ross’ arm, flowing through unseen veins. They throbbed and pulsed as they travelled into his head, and before she knew it she was inside his mind.

She blinked, and saw out of the heated cage of Ross’ bodily prison. Outside was her own corpse, still being absorbed. And she almost gave up.

She was in the darkness. Being molded by it, being reborn by it. And so she closed her eyes and screamed.

Ross stopped where he was, his claw shuddered and slid onto the ground beside Rose’s unwound witchcloth. His torso followed, smashing into the beach, limp and lifeless. It was deathly quiet but inside Ross it was not.

Rose continued her screaming, her roaring fury at everything that the darkness was. From Ross’ window into the world she pulled at her form, tugging the threads and loosening them. They pulled at her, the strings reverberating with her cry and sucked her mind through them like a straw. She watched the world shoot by in a tube, she saw it all fish-eyed. Ross’ lifeless husk loomed over her.

But then she returned, and her own eyes blinked. She knew it was over, the darkness inside Ross was gone. But so was Ross.

“ha” she said without warning.

“ha” she said again. She felt sick, wanted to heave out of herself again.

“haHAhaHAhaHAha” said the darkness inside Rose. Ross was never what the darkness wanted, it had been reverse psychologying her from the very beginning.




Notes:
-The Rarity One Pokemon wouldn’t have done anything, as VM said, so I made them use their moves on each other. Even if they were faster, Dig rolled for two actions and Rage is Normal type.

-Now, the darkness reveals its true form in Vipera Magnifica’s next Pokemon!

-CALL TO ARMS: After VM's sendout we welcome volunteers to splay themselves before the darkness. If you, fair trainer, wish to volunteer please post in the thread specifying which Pokemon you will be using and which trainer you will be assisting.

I'll assume you can use any Pokemon they own regardless of squadhood, but we'll let VM confirm that (For now just stick to mons in your squad, moving them over isn't much of a hassle anyway. And I'm pretty sure you won't get rewards for this, since it's just a one round thing).

Only one person may volunteer for either trainer. Eifie has already volunteered for Vipera Magnifica. Once someone had volunteered for LotF volunteered:

-Then LotF commands.
-VM returns the favour.
-Both of the volunteers PM their commands to me. Keep in mind the move restrictions still apply, and that Heal Pulse is also banned.

-Stu gets rich off a publishing deal!

-This has to be the most I've written for one action ._.

ME

The time is now, Orestes!

Seeing as anyone could just move their squad around and it's not in the database for this battle, I think volunteers should be able to use any of their Pokémon.

AWRIGHT VM, LET'S HELP A FELLOW VM OUT