Round Six
Dragon (OO)
Ashglade (M) <Serene Grace> @ Sooth Bell
Health: 55%
Energy: 21%
- Attack -1
- Badly Poisoned (-3 next round)
Random Typhoon (OO)
Pera (F) <Natural Cure>
Health: 68%
Energy: 15%
- Attracted (slight)
- Asleep (1 more action)
- Paralyzed (severe)
The referee angrily whispered something to the neon pink school bus as the trainers waited for the round to start. The school bus seemed to sigh and honked sadly, then it drove away. The Linoone cleared its throat and walked back to the referee's spot on the field. "Ahem, I believe this is round six. Anyway, round start!"
The familiar sound of the Chaos Engine's rumblings could be heard as RandomTyphoon's cup of coffee turned into something almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. A strange voice accompanied. "Share and Enjoy!" It said cheerfully.
"Uh-oh" was the response of the referee.
Pera was still peacefully sleeping away when the whole field warped. The city melted away, and large, shiny tables grew out of the ground. The sky lowered and turned into a ceiling, and, as the world gradually settled into place, the referee, trainers, two pokemon, and one neon pink school bus found themselves in a restraunt. A five-star restraunt. With insane, eyeball-crossing inlaid marble floor. A green blob cleared its throat impatiently. "Good evening, madam, gentelman. Do you have a reservation?"
Ashglade decided that he better attack before he goes insane, and focused his mind again. Let's see... a Swa -- holy Arceus what in the world?! The togepi shook his head and focused again, trying not to make eye contact with the large, scaly thing that was now staring at him. His eyes glowing pink, Ashglade managed to locate the bird's dream and ate it. It tasted strangly like cheese. Pera, still asleep, muttered something under her breath, before suddenly jumping up and jabbing her beak sharply into the togepi. Ashglade yelped, before another jab connected right where his eggshell had cracked. A sharp pain traveled through his body, and Ashglade cringed. That hurt. A lot. Another sharp pain followed, this time from the poison. Ow.
The Linoone kicked the neon pink school bus, which had started to slowly edge away. "Um, I believe that there is a possibility that we do. Or will. Or have." It said, looking around carefully. The window was not covered up. Oh crap.
The green blob smiled a polite waiter smile and flipped open its little book. "May I have your name and order please?"
"Um," the referee said, her eye trained on the window, "I think the neon pink school bus here was -- or is, or will be -- the one who reserved -- reservsor will reserve -- it. Why don't you talk with it instead?"
Pera's eyes snapped open. Another nightmare! And it was eggie again, this time turning into -- holy Arceus what in the world?! She tried to calm down, unsucessfully so. The sky is... The sky is... The sky is.... She stared.
Ashglade, with is back facing the window, couldn't tell why the Swablu was staring into space like that. He shrugged. As long as the bird is not attacking... The poison was starting to boil in his blood, and he never liked the bird anyway. He charged forward and smashed into Pera, his arms flailing as he beat up the swablu with a series of punches, scratches, and slaps. Pera yelped in pain, and Ashglade backed off, panting heavily. He was really starting to get tired.
DON'T PANIC, a voice said in Pera's head. The swablu snapped out of her gazing and calmed down somewhat, resting for a while. She felt some energy come back to her, but she was still really worried about the sky. And the fact that she could not move her wings.
There was a sudden applause as the lights dimmed. The band could be heard playing softly in the background, and the bickering between the Linoone and the neon pink school bus died. "So, ladies and gentlemen," Max Quordlepleen breathed, "the candles are lit, the band plays softly, and as the force-shielded dome above us fades into transparency, revealing a dark and sullen sky hung heavy with the ancient light of livid swollen stars, I can see we're all in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse!"
Ashglade turned around just in time to see the End of the Universe.
"Well," the referee noted driely as the light faded and the chatter started up again, "shall we continue?"
Pera and Ashglade were in complete shock. They even did not notice as space warped again as they were all transported back to the arena. The neon pink school bus looked smug, while the referee just looked extremely annoyed.
"Dammit. And I didn't even get to eat the steak."
Dragon (OO)
Ashglade (M) <Serene Grace> @ Sooth Bell
Health: 37%
Energy: 6%
- Attack -1
- Badly Poisoned (-4 next round)
Random Typhoon (OO)
Pera (F) <Natural Cure>
Health: 44%
Energy: 15%
- Paralyzed (severe)
Notes:
- Pera Sleep Talk'd a Fury Attack. It hit twice, and the second time was a critical hit.
- Both Pokemon did not attack from awesomeness overload on the last action. Which was a good thing, for Dragon at least.
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