Coloursfall vs HighMoon | Round Four
DQ: 7 days
Banned Moves: All But Metronome
Damage Cap: None
Arena: The Harbour Quay
The battle takes place at the Harbour Quay in Port Alberni, BC, Canada at about noon on a weekday. The ground is paved with cobblestones and concrete, with a very large stone fountain in the centre. The fountain has several salmon statues which spout water, and large amounts of coinage scattering the bottom. These coins can be picked up, but will take an action to do so, and if you try and take more than five, a police officer will appear and stop you. Each coin is worth 1$.
There are quite a few shops lining the Quay; a donut shop, a gift shop, a cafe, and an art gallery on one side, and a large clock tower with a restaurant called 'Water's Edge' underneath it on the other. There are no people in the picnic tables when the battle starts, but a person or two may wander over later The ocean is not too far away either, and several boats are floating serenely there. There is a (empty) parking lot next to Water's Edge, though someone may park there.
Chances: Car parking - 20%/round, Person showing up - 25%/round
Pokémon start with 150% energy and cannot chill.
Coloursfall [O]
[Pipiri] Happiny (F) Synchronize @ Oval Stone
Health: 63%
Energy: 86%
Metronome ~ Metronome ~ Metronome
Status: Finding that the heat isn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. It’s kind of pleasantly warm, actually. Smells terrible and covered by some weird gunk.
Defence +2, Special attack +1, Special defence +1, Speed +1
HighMoon [O]
[Kammu] Abra (M) Serene Grace
Health: 43%
Energy: 101%
Metronome ~ Metronome ~ Metronome
Status: Oddly calm. Tail sporting a small bite surrounded by burns. Burns all over his body.
Actions
It ends something like this.
Kammu, as always, moves before Pipiri has even raised her paws, his fingers falling into the familiar
tick-tock-tick-tock of the pattern of chaos that underlies all of reality. His fingers touch the thin, invisible threads that form everything, and with every
tick-tock, the threads shift a little more, releasing energy as a white light around his fingers, until (
tick-tock-tick-tock), finally, one breaks. Something
shifts—
Kammu stands up straight, an oddly distant expression on his face. But his eyes, fully open, are intense. It’s the green sclera that clues Pipiri into the fact that it’s not quite
Kammu peering at her, but she’s more focused on the red of his irises. She can’t look away from them. She can’t observe his body language, confident and imposing and
wrong for such a frail body, but she can complement it, as she does, by cowering.
Not that it does her any good. Kammu stares through her with piercing eyes, and when he lowers his head, just slightly, she can feel the pressure of his disappointment. He closes his eyes and lets out the slightest exhalation.
Gods, of course, have no need for grand gestures. It’s enough.
With the smoke still being spewed by the fissures in the earth, no one notices the brilliant points burning in the sky before a spear of pure light sears through Pipiri’s body, perhaps punishment for the chaos she’s wrought. But it’s not alone, and more pillars of light come down like rain, sending pain through Pipiri’s body and mind with every strike. Yet, of course, Kammu’s aim is imperfect, and the attack is too grand for a single pokémon to suffer the blow. And what of all those bystanders, who simply allowed something so dangerous to continue?
It may not look like there’s much left to be destroyed, but as one beam of white light proves when it shatters the remains of the fountain, the destruction could be so much more thorough. The flames consuming the shops along the street are snuffed out when more lances of energy destroy their food source, and even the proud skeleton of the clock tower crumbles to dust under a single beam’s might. Another pillar, slamming into the middle of the street uncomfortably close to HighMoon, leaves a deep pit that seems to go down for miles. Some beams offer relief to the barely-conscious, badly burned, suffocating victims in the streets or crushed under rubble, while others just take the lives of those who deign only to run away. Most, of course, simply leave deep scars where they penetrate the earth.
Certainly, it’s a much cleaner death than Pipiri would grant them.
Kammu’s body relaxes, and he falls into his normal sitting position. He prods the area with his mind, satisfied. So is this what it feels like to be a god? He can hardly begrudge Pipiri for her destruction, truly, if it felt like that.
Trembling, Pipiri barely dares to raise her own paws. After what she’s already
done—she can’t even consider revenge, because she hasn’t the right. At least, not until she sees that Kammu has changed back to his previous self, if a bit smug. It doesn’t make her any less scared, but the thought of fighting is a little less like trying to oppose the universe itself. She hesitantly lets her paws fall into the pattern of the metronome, but as she feels the power build up, she closes her eyes. She’s not sure she wants to see.
The world
twists—
Pipiri and Kammu take a brief moment to glance at each other, trying to figure out what changed. Kammu doesn’t feel any different than usual, and, well, Pipiri checks herself to find that the allies humming at the edge of her soul are boosting her abilities as usual, protecting her body from harm and increasing her ability to cause pain, and of course the slime covering her is going to dampen mental attacks like those abra are so fond of, and she doesn’t feel sluggish or speedy or any different, really. But maybe that’s for the best.
Kammu’s already smiling when he goes for his next metronome. With every
tick-tock, his excitement rises, and his heartbeat quickens just a little. And, indeed, he does feel strength filling his body, prompting him to rise to his feet, run, and leap into the air.
Pipiri gives him an almost comical look of horror during the split second he hangs above her, and then he falls atop her with all the force gravity can muster. Which, admittedly, isn’t very much, not with his light body. Kammu pushes himself off, annoyed.
Now, perhaps, Pipiri can truly relax. After something like that, surely there won’t be a repeat performance of half a minute earlier. She calls up her own metronome, and while there’s still a flutter of worry about what might happen, she can still do this. Red beams shoot out of her eyes, and she turns her body, swinging the beams across the entire arena. She can see
everything, she realises. And while the emptiness where each of the thousand beams of light had struck are awe-inspiring, her destruction was far more widespread… perhaps not something she should take pride in (not so overtly, at least), but she can at least be a
little satisfied, surely…?
Kammu doesn’t waste a second to press forward with yet another metronome. Surely he can still grasp the anomalies in reality that let him cause so much destruction, or at least he might obtain access to the sheer power of it to win this battle? He needs a victory so much more than Pipiri does. His mind, as usual, is outside his body, so all he has to do is
ask the world around him for the power.
Something dark, burning cold like knives and hate, pierce through his head, and he gives Pipiri a nasty grin. He stands again, but not to move toward her, this time. There’s no need for that. Blackness builds around his outstretched paw, and tendrils of shadow crawl over Pipiri’s slimy skin.
It’s like dark fog rolling over everything, or ominous clouds racing through the sky. Pipiri whimpers. She can’t win this. She can’t do anything. She can barely move her limbs, she’s so weak, and she can’t win, so there’s no point in fighting. She doesn’t want to fight. It would take too much willpower, and besides, Kammu is, well, Kammu…
Kammu lies completely unconscious, as though unaware that the hot stone is burning through the fur on his back and head.
Pipiri stares. That…
What.
End of Battle
Coloursfall [O]
[Pipiri] Happiny (F) Synchronize @ Oval Stone
Health: 40%
Energy: 77%
Metronome: Wonder Room ~ Metronome: Foresight
Status: “…Arceus, what.” Feels absolutely terrible, but, well, she still won…
Attack -6, Defence +2, Special attack -6, Special defence +1, Speed +1
HighMoon [X]
[Kammu] Abra (M) Serene Grace
Health: 0%
Energy: 0%
Metronome: Judgment ~ Metronome: Body Slam ~ Metronome: Memento
Status: Fainted.
Two thin beams of red light envelop the two little mass murderers, and they turn the colour of blood before liquefying and vanishing into the safety of their poké balls. For a moment, the three humans remaining just give each other awkward glances, then trade equally-awkward coughs (though that might have something to do with the noxious smoke burning through their throats, given that Coloursfall gets trapped in a coughing fit for several seconds).
Then they hear the distant wailing of sirens, and with synchronised haste, do their best to vanish.
Battlefield:
- Wonder room is in effect (defence and special defence boosts are swapped)
- The battlefield is enveloped by smoke (Accuracy -1)
- Two large fissures in the street, one much deeper than the other where lava and gas spew out
- The fountain water has completely evaporated, and the coins are melted and worthless
- The cobblestones are completely loose and the concrete is extremely hot (1% damage/action)
- The air is hot enough to boil water (2% damage/action)
- It is difficult to breathe without burning the inside of your throat (1% damage/action, -1% energy/action)
- Even the rubble is destroyed, and there are craters everywhere
Notes:
- Judgment scored a critical hit.
Prizes:
- Coloursfall gets $8 for winning. Pipiri gets 2 exp, 2 happiness points, and the ability to evolve.
- HighMoon gets a $3 consolation prize. Kammu receives 1 exp.
- I get $5 for my extremely prompt reffings.
