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Lucario Palace

"Of course, of course. What was I thinking?" Mr. Mime said, throwing up a field of a slightly more pink hue than the Wartortle's.

"Hello. What are your intentions?" the mime asked, looking at both of the Shuppet.
 
The moment the words left Mr. Mime's lips, the Shuppet launched a devastating Shadow Ball at his foe.

Weavile, who had gotten the upper hand and smirking with satisfaction, was unable to resist the pair of Will O Wisps that the Sableyes unleashed.
 
"Well, that answers that question!" yelled Mr. Mime, his Protect absorbing the attack.

"Hey, ugly! I suppose with weak, ineffectual atacks like that, it's no wonder you're hanging out with the only other Pokémon that matches your idiocy! No one else could stand hanging around with anyone so stupid!"

((Taunt.))

With that, the mime readied himself to Counter any incoming attacks.

((Since we're fighting Ghost-types, I think it prompt to mention that, if abilities are taken into account, Mr. Mime has Filter))
 
"Good point!" Wartortle jumped up, baring his teeth and biting down on the other Shuppet.

"Blaugh." It might have worked, but by Arceus. Ghosts taste like putrid gas...and diust. Lotta dust. He dashed around, creating three copies of himself and smirking.

(Bite and Double Team, respectively.)
 
The Shuppet, now angry, worked together to suddenly astonish their opponents.

They took the brunt of the attack, and then Shadow Balled.
 
Hitmonlee walks forward, rather pleased from the last encounter. He hopes not to find anything intimidating. He may have trained for the better part of his life, but not for confronting ghosts. Some shivers run up Hitmonlee's spine at that thought.
 
Lopunny trailed after her partner, arms crossed over her chest. That was easy...hopefully not too easy, and they would be able to get though this with relative ease. She sighed and looked around a bit.
 
The pair of blue balls of flame passed through Weavile for a moment, and she smirked.

"What's that supposed to do-" The pain of the burns came a second later, and she swore. "Come on!" A sickly purple aura came over one of her claws, the familiar icy pale blue over the next. With a battle cry, Weavile jumped forwards and slashed, clawed and punched at the pair of Sableye.
 
The two Pokemon walked upwards to see what seemed to be a sinister, mocking smile. "Come and get me, wimps!" Two Haunter materialized, launched off idnetical Shadow Balls, and disappeared, only their smiles visible.

Weavile jabbed at one Sableye. The other managed to get away unscathed, but the other was not as fortunate. It instead chose to set up a spiteful attack. When knocked out, its grudge took a material form, severely limiting its abilities.
 
With a sigh, Lopunny jumped in front of Hitmonlee again, letting the Shadow Balls impact harmlessly into her chest, shielding her partner. She started to laugh, her hands on her hips and tossing her head back to laugh. When she was done, she looked at the floating Haunter, smirking.

"How pathetic. I was stronger than you two as a Buneary. You call yourselves ghosts...?" She laughed, grinning widely.

((Swagger))
 
"OHOLYSHITASCREAM." Gah! Stupid ballthing.

...what to do, what to do....

..Uh-oh..that dust? It's coming back u-
"BLECH!" The Wartortle seemingly threw up all over the Shuppet, making sure not to hit his parner.
ACK.
 
Mr. Mime, quite adept (being a mime) at not being astonished easily, splayed his fingers and warped the air around himself and Wartortle silently, forming a bowl of solidified, warped air. The Shadow Balls glanced off and struck a pillar.

((Barrier))
 
The Haunter, now confused, began to slap each other. Eventually, one released a Sucker Punch, aiming for the Lopunny that irritated it so.

Wartortle's vomit managed to... uh, knock out Shuppet. Yes.

The two Pokemon began to ascend the stairs to floor 2.
 
With a snort, Lopunny held out her paw and a thin, nearly completely transparent Protect barrier blinked into existence between her and Hitmonlee and the attack. She walked towards the Haunter, the shimmering wall of energy pressing them back. She didn't look impressed, and a small black-purple blob of energy was starting to form just in front of her mouth.

She very suddenly dropped the barrier, and, before the Ghosts had time to react, charged both fists with blazing fire energy, and launched the Shadow Ball, and lunged forward with her fire-cloaked fists.

((Shadow Ball + Fire Punch x 2

This post is even more epic if you imagine this as the background music.))
 
"So, I guess subtlety and intrigue are not part of this competition, huh?" said the Mr. Mime as he ascended the stairs.

"And what was that vomit thing? What did you eat?"
 
With a sheepish grin, the Water-type folowed his partner up the stairs. "Technechally, that was supposed to be...Toxic, iunno. Instead, that came up. You know, for ghosts, they sure do taste like dusty crap."
 
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