Lumeloch Festival Tournament

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Lumeloch spends the entire year preparing for this day. The opening tournament starts at 8am, the fields are set. The trainers are prepped. After two long rounds of battle. Eight contestants have made their way to the quarterfinals. The crowds have consolidated, and more people have started to gather at the Main Even field. The Sun is now high in the sky and the crowd whispers about the contestants and their pokemon.

The announcer comes on and presents the rounds. The constants faces showing up on the main screen...

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Quarter Finals Bracket One

[pokemonleague]

-Sora (savetheduck) Vs. Medic (shoothimfirst)

[shoothimfirst]

Tobias stood calmly with his hands clasped behind his back. He wasn't bothering with keeping Katja, his beloved Espeon, in her pokeball for now; he figured she'd enjoy the open space and open air. Even though he'd lost his battle against Armonde prior to the tournament beginning, he had the utmost faith in his Espeon's ability to beat whoever was before him. The first two rounds had proven that much, at least.

"Are you ready, Katja? Let us vait for our opponent, ja?"

[savetheduck]

He couldn't believe how easy the first two battles were. Did they let just anyone in these tournaments? If the next battle was anything like the previous ones, he might actually have a shot at winning this thing! Sora entered the battle arena and faced his opponent. He didn't look anything like the rookies he just battled.

He grabbed a Pokeball from his pocket, saying a few words before throwing it out, "This might be a little harder than the battles we just won, but I know you can win this. Come on out, Donald!"

[shoothimfirst]

Tobias found himself staring. He hadn't seen this person in the preliminary rounds, sso he had no idea what to expect; he knew better than to underestimate him, of course. He silently appraised Sora and shook his head in disapproval. He leaned down near his Espeon and chuckled.

"I do not zhink you haff anyzhing to vorry about, naja."

He cleared his throat and stood back up, clasping his hands behind his back. He decided to address Sora this time.

"Are you ready?"

Quarter Finals Bracket Two

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-Agito (sky_shark) Vs. Amaryllis (fushigardie)

[fushigardie]

Amaryllis was bored.

She'd been more interested in getting acquainted with the land and the cities than immediately jumping into tournaments (it was dangerous to make her name known, or it least that was how she felt), but it had been her refuge in Team Rocket that had forced her out of that idea. She had her orders to scout strong trainers and rare Pokemon, and Rylla knew that even powerful once-leaders didn't refuse orders from superiors. She didn't care about rising in rank, but the lifestyle was familiar and the refuge secure. So, with maybe a roll of the eyes and a rude hand gesture at the messenger to give her the orders, she'd obeyed and entered the tournament. It was, after all, a good training opportunity of a sort her team hadn't had for quite a while.

Amaryllis was experienced, but she gave her team all the credit. Due to the way they'd been trained-- both for tournaments and no-rules melee-- she considered it always the Pokemon's strength and the Pokemon's intuition that led to a win. Still, she had her pride, and she did know not everyone saw battling the way she did. Amaryllis saw herself as a coach; other trainers saw themselves as puppetmasters.

She'd made it through the first two rounds with what she considered too much ease. Sam was her least experienced teammate by far, which was why she'd chosen to choose the Growlithe as the one Pokemon allowed. She would bet she could steamroller anyone with most of the others now sitting in their Pokeballs on her belt, but they deserved rest. Sam needed the training.

Amaryllis knelt down next to the Growlithe as she waited, ruffling the fur at his neck. He shifted, tail thumping, tongue lolling; her usual lazy expression was accompanied by a small smile barely visible on her lips. "Let's get 'em, boy." Only for her Pokemon would she show genuine affection.

RP battle fine with you?

[sky_shark]

Being bored made two of them.

To the surprise of probably anyone who had seen the sweet kid wandering around the festival, the short blue-haired teen had suddenly turned completely ruthless in the tournament, flattening anyone who had gotten in his way. The more observant may have realised his eyepatch had switched sides, but Agito doubted it. No one ever seemed to realise things.

He was still in a bit of a temper over that damn Gible still not obeying him, hence why Gia was enjoying a stay inside her Pokeball for once, and why Akito was sulking in the back of his mind. Oh well, he'd make it up to the light later.

Necessity had it that his Pokemon couldn't exactly last outside of its Pokeball without water, so it was only when he entered his side of the field that he called out Carvanha, the shark-like Pokemon thrashing a little in the water in a show of impatience completely identical to his owner's. Agito had noticed the Growlithe and scowled slightly. He really, really needed to teach Carvanha a Water-type move. Win or not, he was getting a TM after this battle.

At least the Fire moves wouldn't bother Carvanha as much. The rest, only time would really tell. But Agito wasn't planning on losing.

Quarter Finals Bracket Two

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-Viktor (pain_split) Vs. Skyler (dudeihaveagym)

[dudeihaveagym]

Skyler looked down at the two pokeballs in her hand, chewing on her lip. In some circumstances, it was acceptable to switch pokemon just before the round. She ran it around and around in her head - who would be better battling on their own?

Then she shook her head. Viktor hadn't put his Drifblim into the tournament, which meant she didn't have to worry about explosion. And out of the two of them, Lucky had Rain Dance - which made his Thunder much more accurate. Lucky it was.

She strode up to her side of the field, programming the arena to pull back into a water arena. The crowd was gathering - their explosive first battle had gained both of them a following, and people were eager to see the rematch. "Ready?" she called.

[pain_split]

Viktor was ready for this battle. The first two battles were simple. One trainer was automatically DQed when he sent out the wrong pokemon. It is possible that Viktor may have confused him when he put a Badge on the line. But, then again, if he couldn't even get the right pokemon out, then it was his fault.

He was glad that he was up against Skyler again, and the crowds were buzzing with anticipation. Their last battle had been the talk of the Festival and today, the crowds were packed to witness the rematch between the two.

"Ready." He nodded at the judge and pulled ou his pokeball, "'Maguis! Go!"

Quarter Finals Bracket One

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-Armonde (serpentmaster) Vs. Dist (thereaper)

[serpentmaster]

Armonde had easily snaked his way into the first two rounds of the battle. It seemed like they would let anyone compete these days. He felt bad for making the little girl in the first match cry, but it was her own fault for using a Pidgey. Who used Pidgey?

He made his side of the field, throwing the pokeball up and down in his hand, waiting for the arrival of his competitor.

[thereaper]

Dist struts onto the field with his usual confidence, absolutely eating up the attention. Lute is padding along behind him, out of her ball as usual. He gives the spectators a little wave before turning to his challenger.

"I hope you make this interesting for me; my other battles have been horribly dull."

Semi Finals Bracket One

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-Dist (thereaper) Vs. Medic (shoothimfirst)

Re: Semi Finals Bracket One

[shoothimfirst]

Here stood Medic, ready for his second fight. His Espeon sat beside him and groomed herself on the occasion; they were both feeling confident about the next match after how easily the first one went.

"You vill do vell in zhis match, Katja. We vill vin it quite easily, I am sure."

"Espe!"

Medic chuckled quietly and went back to waiting.

Re: Semi Finals Bracket One

[thereaper]

Dist was feeling excessively confident. The last match he won in less than a minute; how hard could this one be? He stepped out onto the stage, Lute following close behind him, and gave his opponent a quick once-over.

"A Psychic-type? This will be over quickly."

Preen, preen.

Semi Finals Bracket Two

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Agito (sky_shark) Vs. Skyler (dudeihaveagym)

Re: Semi Finals Bracket Two

[dudeihaveagym]

Skyler didn't really expect or want to get this far in the tournament - but she hadn't been about to let Viktor win against her again. So here she was, in the semifinals, and her opponent was that kid she'd convinced to sign up in the first place.

Well... she couldn't fight him with Lucky. That wouldn't be fair at all. So she waved one of the officials over and handed him Lucky's pokeball. "Could you do me a favor and get Zap out of my PC box? Thanks, you're awesome," she said, oblivious to the official's face - he looked like she'd just asked him to climb a mountain.

"Hey kid, you ready over there?" she asked.

Re: Semi Finals Bracket Two

[sky_shark]

Wonderful, a Gym Leader. Just what Agito hadn't wanted. Not that it mattered, Carvanha could beat her.

The call to him was ignored, instead calling out Carvanha. The Pokemon splashed into the pool, happy that this time it was completely water. Bouncing around on the land was not fun. He circled near Agito, hissing with pleasure at having won the last round and looking forward to this next battle.

The dark folded his arms, waiting. Gym Leaders could switch Pokemon, but he was waiting. Agito was slightly impatient.

FINALS!!!

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Medic (shoothimfirst) Vs. Agito (sky_shark)

Re: FINALS!!!

[shoothimfirst]

And there Tobias stood with his freshly healed Ursaring. He'd made it far, even though that last round against Dist nearly ended his run...He didn't think of that now; he had no time for anger. For now, he stood ready, patting his Ursaring on the back.

"You vill do vell, Ivan. I am not vorried."

The field medic clasped his hands behind his back and stood ready, waiting for his next opponent.

Re: FINALS!!!

[sky_shark]

Agito had needed to heal Carvanha, but now that the shark Pokemon was healed, he returned to the stadium and took his place. Seeing the Ursaring was slightly worrying. Ursaring were strong.

"Well. Now or never," he commented, calling Carvanha out. The Pokemon splashed into the water, hissing with pleasure. Seeing the Ursaring didn't bother him. He knew Agito was pleased, so while winning would be good, he was still happy. He took to circling the pool, watching what was going on.

The dark folded his arms, ready.

WINNER!

[pokemonleague]

The crowd was still cheering as the officials gathered on the field to confirm Tobias's victory.

"Wow, what a battle!" the commentator said. Those closest to him in the stands would notice that he had come out of his chair, almost knocking it over in his enthusiasm. "The winner of this year's Bohren League Tournament Circuit is Tobias the Medic!" The officials were now handing the man a large wooden chest, cautioning him that it was very, very fragile. Another man was attempting to put a ribbon around Ivan's neck with debatable success.

Oblivious to it all, the commentator continued. "After breezing through the preliminary round, our winner delivered an almost insulting defeat to his opponent - that's with Katja, the Espeon he started the tournament with. In the Semifinals he faced the League's very own-" the commentator's voice cut off as he pressed a hand to his ear and then said "-mysterious dark-type trainer! Who was an unexpected and totally unknown challenger in this competition. The match ended in a fantastic draw with Katja the Espeon fainted in a Pursuit and Life Orb damage KOing the mysterious man's Absol." He hardly seemed to pause for breath. "After some... disagreement on the winner, Tobias was forced to call out a second pokemon. As you all know this means that the first can no longer be used on the field, and Ivan the Ursaring Superpowered through the final battle, bringing his trainer the championship. And doesn't he look proud, ladies and gentlemen."

Through all of this, the League officials have been surrounding Medic and handing him things (money, potions, a couple of TMs), trying to hand him a large chest and touching his Ursaring.

[shoothimfirst]

Tobias looked rather proud, if stoic. He did take the chest gently and gave a look to the official attempting to put a ribbon around Ivan's neck.

"I vould not do zhat, really. He does not like to be--," he stopped talking when the large Pokemon's paw went straight for the official attempting to put a ribbon around his neck, "...Nevermind!"

[pokemonleague]

The official was knocked head over heels, tumbling down the side of the platform to come to rest in a heap at the bottom.

"Uh-oh, looks like that pokemon's still a bit keyed up from the battle!" the announcer said with a chuckle. He had somehow made his way down from the stands and was now standing on the platform next to the Medic. "Leaving aside the ribbon for now, let's take a look at the winner's prize! How does it feel to be the winner of the first tournament of this year's circuit?"

He shoved the microphone into Tobias's face and looked eagerly at the chest. "Open it up and show the nice people what you've won," he said quietly. "Then you can get out of here and I can go home."