Pokémon battle! And we'll see who is the better trainer! And we'll see who has the bigger Pokéballs!

[mischiefbreeder]

Who: Gold (mischiefbreeder) and Silver (tsuntrader), plus any spectators!
What: Silver issued a battle challenge to Gold, who accepted.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Battle Dome
Summary: Gold and Silver have been in Luceti together for a year and yet have never had a single Pokémon battle. Deciding it's time to rectify, they head off to the Battle Dome to throw down!
Rating: PG? I mean, it's Pokémon...
[Gold had been anxiously waiting for this day. Sure, the standard format for Pokémon battles involved just battling whenever your eyes meet, but if they did that, there'd be constant battles all day, every day. Therefore, these things had to be planned.

...Besides that, Silver was his rival. Always has been, always will be. That makes this battle special. A battle to settle old scores... No, a battle to determine who's the best trainer out of the two of them, and furthermore... To show everyone just how it's done.

It was time. Their battle lies ahead.]

Comments

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold grins widely at Silver.]

You think I'd give up before playin' every card in my hand? Dream on, Silver!

[Aitaro looks particularly pleased with itself managing to successfully pull off that new move they've been working on and--...whoa, Aitaro's glowing. He's... evolving? What the--?!]

[tsuntrader]

[...What the...]

[mischiefbreeder]

["what the" is right...

Aitaro's form grows and changes and is soon quickly replaced by this larger monkey, sporting those two tails Aitaro had just formed.]

[tsuntrader]

[What-

Plan B, Sneasel. Just keep moving. Pokédex, Pokédex, Pokédex--

NO DATA AVAILABLE

--Damnit, Pokédex--]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Okay, come on Pokédex, let's see what we've got he--NO DATA AVAILABLE

...Oh come on, are you serio--NO DATA AVAILABLE

...Dammit, Pokédex. WHATEVER, AITARO IS AITARO, RIGHT?]

Let's go, Aitaro! [That purple monkey is charging right at Sneasel, and he's definitely moving faster than before. A lot faster.]

[tsuntrader]

[-Whatever, they can push through this. Even if Aitaro is as fast as- no, faster than--] Faint Attack! [They're not throwing in the towel without a fight, no way, not happening-]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Aitaro jumps up in the air over that Faint Attack to avoid getting hit. Having such superior speed really helps now. Then, while in the air.]

Double Hit, again! [Aitaro does a twirl, and slams down at Sneasel with both of those tails like a flyswatter.]

[tsuntrader]

[And just like that, it's over. ...Maybe Sneasel can still- ...No. No, it's over. Who knew that Aitaro could evolve...?]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Definitely not Gold, that's for sure. But he's sure not complaining, although this change of events is definitely going straight to his head.]

Heh, how do you like them apples, Silver? I told you there's no way you're gonna win against me! The difference between us is like the sun and the moon!

[tsuntrader]

[...He's letting it go to his head. Perfect. It gives him a great chance to quietly send Aitaro packing with a Double-Edge from Murkrow.]

1/2

[mischiefbreeder]

Don't have a witty comeback now, huh, Silv--

2/2

[mischiefbreeder]

[And then he notices Murkrow has KO'ed Aitaro. ...Well, it was nice while it lasted, at least.

...Dammit. Gold quietly recalls Aitaro and sends out his second Pokémon, Politaro.]

[tsuntrader]

If you weren't too busy gloating, you might've been able to prevent that. [Sneasel has already been recalled; Murkrow in the meantime puffs his chest out and looks down at Politaro from the air. Bring it, frog boy.]

[mischiefbreeder]

...Aitaro was worn out, he wouldn'tve lasted too much longer anyway. But things are just heatin' up now! [Gold doesn't give a command right away, though, as Politaro sizes up the bird. Come at me, you stupid chicken.]

[tsuntrader]

You bet they are. [Murkrow will gladly do so. In fact, he's zooming straight into the air and swooping down for another Double-Edge right now. It's painfully clear that he has even less of a sense of self preservation than usual.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[oh man, this bird is crazy, yeah. But if he wants to meet his maker, Politaro will be glad to help, jumping out of the way and countering with Toxic.]

[tsuntrader]

Looks like you're begging for punishment today. Facade! [Murkrow, while being hit by the poison and losing strength, doesn't seem fazed at all- in fact, he simply swoops down to slam his head into Politaro a lot stronger than before.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Whoa, shit, not good. But Politaro can handle this. He's got this.]

Surf! [Let's ride this wave, baaaaby.]

[tsuntrader]

Push through it! [Oh Silver, you didn't even need to ask. He quickly grabs onto Murkrow's leg before Murkrow proceeds to power straight through the surf like it's nothing and head in to body punch Politaro once again with Facade; there's no other option, because enduring it from a distance, while safer, would leave him too far away from his bird.

His bird once again refuses to falter and remains unfazed. Silver emulates him; it's pretty clear that they're on the same page in terms of how little they care about the fact that they just plowed through a painful magical bullshit tidal wave at top speed and strength.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Politaro goes reeling back from that hit, but he's not going down yet, bounding off the ground and into the air. At this point, it's pure stubbornness.]

Politaro, Ice Beam! [Politaro starts wildly firing off those beams of cold, but they're not aimed at Murkrow, no. They're aimed right at the soaked ground, freezing patches to create giant ice columns.]

[tsuntrader]

It's time for Roost! [Neither of them are very sure what Gold's up to, but Murkrow takes the time to perch... On Silver's arm, since there's no safer option... And any injuries he might have had instantly begin to heal. Might as well use the opportunity wisely.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[There are now giant ice columns scattered all over the field. You have three options, Murkrow. Go around and slow yourself, weave through them and slow yourself down, or crash through them and take damage. Your choice!

Politaro likes that third option, personally, so he's going to climb on top of one of those pillars and call Murkrow out. Bring it, squawky.]

[tsuntrader]

[It's all or nothing, now. Murkrow readies himself and starts speeding and smashing straight through the columns, causing ice to shatter and fall down like hail in every direction. There's something different about this hit, though. It's not just a Double-Edge. Murkrow's moving so powerfully that some crazy energy trails behind his path, and it's blatantly clear that even despite crashing through a bunch of ice pillars, the impact will hurt Politaro a lot more than his other hits.

To add insult to injury, Murkrow picks the angle that will send Politaro crashing straight into Gold. Murkrow, what in the world are you-]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Whoa what the hell is wrong with your crazy bird, Silv--OOF! Politaro goes flying backwards into Gold, and the both of them go flying backwards onto their rears. Politaro's done.]

[tsuntrader]

[Murkrow falls a little more than he lands, but holds himself upright. Only for a moment, really. He seems just as unfazed as he was in the beginning. And then stubbornly, with dignity, he walks over to Silver and holds out a... wing. For a brofist.

...You are such a crazy god damn bird. Silver silently brofists his bird and gives him a quick pat on his hathead before he finally collapses and Silver recalls him and looks back up at Gold.

Battling, they're battling. ...Was that a new move? He'd never seen Murkrow do anything like it before...]