bohren_rpg | Lumeloch Town Festival

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Lumeloch Town Festival

Every year in Lumeloch town, there is a grand festival of sorts. The festival brings people from all over Bohren and other neighboring regions to kick off the opening of the Bohren Pokemon League Season. The town hosts various events such as a Pokemon Contest, carnival games and rides, and on the final day, the first Pokemon Tournament: A single battle, one pokemon only free-for-all. Extremely basic, with high stakes: The first Bohren Tournament Ribbon and a very mysterious and valuable prize!

The gates have finally opened and the Lumeloch festival has begun!

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Freidrich narrowed his eyes slightly. He hadn't seen the battle, but he had little patience for those foolish enough to have their entire team wiped out in a single go. His disdain clearly showed...His Chansey seemed less enthused than he did.

"Ja, ja, I have to, you know, even if it vas you own fault."

Armonde raised an eyebrow. Was he just insulted? It seemed like he was. But he wasn't sure. No he was definitely insulted, "Yes, of course. My fault. I assume you were there to watch?" He kept his eyebrow raised. Of course, if the man had watched the battle, then he might excuse the jab, maybe.

The smirk that crawled across his face was evidence to the fact he had. Tobias thoroughly enjoyed getting under people's skins and that reaction was no different.

"Ja. I vas."

"Ah." Armonde had lost, badly. Toward the end his Gyarados had done...decently, taking out a larger chunk of Skylers team, but he was easily over-powered. He knew his team needed improvement and he had been royal destroyed in front of the entire festival, "Well, of course, she had the advantage in the fight. I underestimated her. But I'll get her next time. I have plans."

By plans he meant he was going to make a call to Rocket headquarters and have them ship him some new TM's. Of course he could work harder with the pokemon he had now, but TM's were far easier.

"Alvays vith zhe plans, never zhe follow zhrough."

Oh yes, he was being an incredible pain in the ass right now. He loved to watch trainers fail miserably in battles they had no hope of winning, whether by being outclassed or by being too eager for a fight.

Armonde pierced his lips. He was in no mood for this sort of criticism. He didn't want to end up the laughing stalk of the league. He made a mistake drawing attention to himself this early in the get-go but he couldn't help it. He loved attention, although, not this kind. He crossed his arms, "So, Are you just a medic or do you battle yourself."

If he was a trainer, he was going to work three times as hard to completely destroy him, eventually. Perhaps he would be participating in the tournament. Then Armonde would get his chance to prove himself.

Tobias cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you really going to challenge me?"

Armonde went red. That little conscious (as small as his was) was now standing up and waving his arms YOU IDIOT! NOT NOW! THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA. Althought....

"Was just a question, but if you do battle perhaps after you finish healing up my team we could have a battle. I would love a chance to show you what I really have." his mind went to the pokeball that rested in a secret pocket of his jacket. It wasn't time for that. But if the man wanted a fight, he would surly put up a good one.

"I do battle, ja, und I do not have anyone else I need to keep healing after zhis, so...I suppose zhat I could fight you."

He wasn't going to mention the fact he had the rest of his team with him, but well hidden under his coat.

"Excellent." He smiled a bit. He couldn't believe he was going to have another battle today. He was sure his team was more than willing to have another go, but he wanted this win more.

Just to be annoying Aromonde tapped his feet and checked his watch while the angriest-pink-think he had ever seen healed his team.

Tobias gave a disdainful sneer and leaned over towards his Chansey, essentially telling her to go slower.

"Impatience vill only get you killed quicker, you know."

Armonde rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was totally over this guy, "Impatience? Me? Not at all." the sarcasm was dripping off his tongue. He looked around a bit. Obviously this healing process was going to take a while, "So you from Bohren or..." he did not like sitting in silence.

"Nein. I am not from zhe area."

He wasn't lying -- he was from some place completely different, exactly why he had such a bizarre accent. For all intents and purposes, though, he was 'from' Saffron.

"Interesting." he tried to smile but there was something bothering him about the man. He'd assume it was the accent but maybe it was something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on. He eyed the Chansey again who seemed to be taking her time healing.

Tobias's Chansey finally finished up with what she was doing and returned Armonde's pokemon...but not without the meanest look she could manage.

"Zhere. Now you may go or you may fight me, if zhat is vhat you vish."

Armonde took his pokemon giving the Chansey an irritating smile, "I would be happy to battle, Medic. I assume a standard 6 on 6? Unless you have other ideas."

He placed all his pokemon back on his belt, checking each ball as he went. After he finished he looked back up and nodded toward the battle arenas and began walking in that direction.

"Very vell, zhen. Zhat sounds reasonable. Come, Brunhilde," he said, putting the Chansey back in her ball before clipping it to his belt.

He followed along, not too far behind. He could easily see that this person didn't really think everything through, so the fight might not be too tough of a challenge.

Armonde was thinking quickly in his head. If the man had seen the battle before, he was going to have to switch things up. Going through his mind he was recalibrating his team order and strategy. He had a few other ideas. They arrived at the arena much quicker than he had expected. He walked over to the arena panel and programed it for a standard grass arena. He looked over at Medic, "I hope that is fine with you." as the arena flipped and changed.

Tobias gave a nod. It had been quite some time since he'd fought against a real opponent and he was nervous, but it didn't show on his face. First up, he sent out his Espeon.

"Show him vhat you are made of, Katja."

An Espeon, very unexpected. Armonde too his side of the field and nodded. He looked at his pokeballs and choose the pink one, "Go."

"Goooore~" the Gorebyss appeared in a flash of red light, cheerfully waving its tail.

"Two men with bright pink pokemon." He chuckled, "The first move is to you."

He ignored that comment for the moment; he was rather proud of his Espeon, after all.

"Katja, confusion."

She obeyed without hesitation, naturally.

"Byssss!" it was strong, very strong. Gorebyss was usually good about taking Psychic attacks, but this Espeon was obviously well trained. Gorebyss was flinching, twisting and turning at the attack.

"Concentrate Gorebyss, Aqua Ring." Armonde needed her to focus, he needed to get this set up or his entire plan would be ruined.

Gorebyss shook off the attack as well as it could and started to hum. Water rushed from her tail forming powerful rings. They surrounded the Gorebyss and continued to flow around, slowly healing its wounds.

"Healing already? Tsk."

Tobias kept his cool for now and commanded his Espeon simply "Again."

His Espeon was quite focused on this battle and, oddly, seemed to be enjoying it.

"Byyyyyyyyyss!" This hit was a big, Gorebyss was almost down and out. The Aqua Rings brushed against her and slowly healed her wounds, but it wasn't strong enough. That was fine though, she had nothing else to do but pass the rings along, "Baton Pass Gorebyss."

She nodded and vanished back into her pokeball, the Rings still flowing without a pokemon, "Go."

There was a loud roar and Steelix took the field. The rings grew three fold and surrounded her. She smiled down at the Espeon, "Stealth Rock." The Steelix roared again and fire sharp rocks from its tail, which surrounded the Espeon, not attack, but waiting for a switch.

"Katja, return," he said simply, returning his Espeon to her pokeballs, "go, Hans."

Out came his Seel and Tobias barked out another command quickly, "Dive now!"

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