Originally Posted by Loco Mocho
1v1 single
Style: Set
DQ: 4 days
Damage cap: 25%
Banned: OHKO moves, ground damaging moves (dig, earthquake, etc.), attacking outside the arena.
Arena: Pockets Arena
The arena is a lot of warm sand in my backyard. 30 ft x 60 ft is the allotted space to battle in. The rest is stuff that I don't want broken and will fine you if you do. My dad is cooking burgers and steaks on the grill, the radio is playing, and a few invited guests are watching from the patio.
Other: You can go ABOVE the arena but NOT UNDER IT! The weather is initially sunny and will remain so until otherwise changed. The radio does NOT affect your Pokémon even if it doesn't have sound proof (hey, it's my arena). No Pokémon bigger than 5' or 60 lbs.
Rock music, softly emanating from the radio sitting on the porch railing, and the sizzling sound of cooking meat mingled together with the idle chatter of several people sitting on the patio. They were talking about anything and everything: how nice the weather was, if anything big had happened recently, the high price of tuna, whose hair was poking out of the hamburger bun… Overall, a peaceful, quaint scene.
Of course, everywhere there were peaceful, quaint scenes, there were eager ASBers to turn them upside down. There was a rustle in the bushes, followed by a barely-noticeable flash of green and pink lights and an exclamation of pain. All eyes turned to the wildly-shaking shrub. From under the plant three people burst out, one rubbing her head where one of the battlers had accidentally kicked her while she was still disoriented from the aftereffects of teleportation. The sheepish girl, looking around 18 years old, scurried towards one end of the yard, uncomfortably aware of the gazes trained on her. In contrast, the other battler seemed entirely at ease, even waving to the figure in front of the barbecue on the patio.
For the next few minutes, the referee, who had decided to sit down on the sand with her back against a thick tree trunk, went over the rules of the arena, emphasizing the fact that the battlers would get sued if they so much as stepped on a burger patty. The trainers rolled their eyes.
Finally, the referee’s tedious monologue drew to a close, and she gestured at Full Metal Cookies to send out her Pokemon. After a brief hesitation, she plucked a Pokeball from her belt and threw it, her Skelitten taking form from the light that burst from the red and white sphere. Whiskers immediately drew in a deep breath and mewed pitifully, waving a paw in the direction of the barbecue. If he was able to talk in human speech, his mewling would sound like, “Hungry! Food! Hungry hungry!”
Another flash of light appeared on the other side of the sandy arena as Loco Mocho eagerly sent out his Drifloon, Floony, yelling out a few words as he did so. The purple balloon Pokemon made a whistling sound and began bobbing back in forth in time with the music.
Round One
Loco Mocho (O)
Floony (M) <Aftermath>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Enjoying the music.
Commands: Shadow Ball ~ Brace Self ~ Shadow Ball/Payback
Full Metal Cookies (O)
Whiskers (M) <Pressure>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
Status: Wishing he could have a bite of hamburger before the battle.
Commands: Hypnosis ~ Light Screen ~ Crunch
Still swaying to and fro in time with the music, Floony began to pull the arena’s shadows towards him with his mind. They rushed towards him, suddenly shooting upwards to form a shapeless blob of murk in front of the cross between his beadlike eyes. A few of the guests gasped in wonder as a section of the yard became virtually two-dimensional, but that was as far as the Drifloon got before the sweeping motion of his opponent’s tail caught his attention. Back and forth, back and forth… Whiskers smirked inwardly as Floony’s eyelids began to flutter, and he strengthened the psychic signals pulsing from his eyes, willing the purple balloon to fall asleep faster.
And as it turned out, his wish was granted. Floony slowly drifted to the ground, eyes sealed shut with drowsiness, his Shadow Ball still hovering in the air, half-formed. Whiskers chuckled to himself. So
easy. Unfortunately for him, luck was still on Floony’s side, and even as the balloon Pokemon fell, one of him string-like appendages brushed the premature dark sphere. So unstable was the attack that even the slightest bit of kinetic energy was enough to send it shooting off, so shoot of it did, right into Whisker’s face. The skeletal cat reared back and yowled, albeit more in shock than pain, then pawed at his snout with a whine, trying to rub out the tingling sensation left over by the caustic darkness. Its job done, the Shadow Ball unfurled itself into separate shadows and ran back to their respective areas, restoring dimension to the yard once more.
As the painful stinging on Whisker’s bleached skull died away, he peered suspiciously at his opponent over his paw. Floony was deeply asleep, lying on his side and snoring. Better to have some insurance anyway, so he didn’t pull off any more cheap shots. The Skelitten squeezed his eyes shut and formed some of his energy in a semi-solid dome around him; the air flickered, then took a sparkling, golden hue.
Confident that his opponent wouldn’t be waking up in a while, Whiskers took his time to work his jaws, slowly imbuing his fangs with dark-type energy. He hissed, and a few drops of the scathing aura dripped onto the sand with a sizzling sound. Unaware of his danger, Floony slept on, making absolutely no attempt to defend himself except to roll over on his ‘stomach’. This was not enough to deter Whiskers, though, and he chomped down on the ethereal balloon, his teeth and the shadowy aura around them biting deep into the Drifloon’s ghostly flesh. Even sleeping, though, Floony simply could not shut the pain away, and he thrashed as a high shrieking noise escaped from his mouth. Whiskers stepped back, satisfied with the magnitude of his Crunch, as his opponent shifted uncomfortably in the sand.
Loco Mocho (O)
Floony (M) <Aftermath>
Health: 89%
Energy: 97%
Status: Trapped in a painful slumber. Asleep (moderate).
Full Metal Cookies (O)
Whiskers (M) <Pressure>
Health: 91%
Energy: 89%
Status: Confident. Light screen is active (7 more actions).
Terrain notes
Nothing to note.
Final notes
FMC attacks first next round.
Shadow Ball’s energy cost and damage was cut in half because it was, well, half-formed. I gave it a very low chance of hitting Whiskers, but the RNG gods declared that it would hit anyway.
Crunch was a critical hit.
