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Post by COMET on May 12, 2018 8:34:02 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. second floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break][break]  The entrance which led to the Second Floor was the beginning of the night's decorum. The aroma of cherry blossoms which grazed the nose of all whom were to enter the vicinity had been due to a flurry of them blowing from outside. There were those who rode upon the elevator to the next floor while some climbed the stairs in order to examine the architecture of Sprout Tower, its calligraphy, and decorative pieces of historical art. But there were those, specifically the women, that cared for something more other then art or their date tonight: Gerard G.G. Gentle, current Gym Leader of Kikiyo City.[break][break] He rested upon a tall, cushioned chair from atop of the stage which he, too, was supposed to speak. Though he did not care for the Masquerade Event all that much and chose not to wear a mask, his handsome features were simply unable to keep the women from clawing at his paws. He sat there like a bored king ready to return to his room. But, in hindsight, he was merely here to chaperone the other host and hostess, as well as keep watch over those from any suspicious characters. Just like the first floor, this large room is also spacious enough to conduct a battle. Though that would not be happening here. [break][break] Gerard was told, by the league, he were too simply act as a supervisor and not stand out. Therefore, upon standing from his throne-like chair on stage, folded arms and judging eyes stood tall a man of masculinity. Watching as many gathered to dance, eat, and bask in merriment. Gerard looked toward the monitors that were set up by the technicians from earlier. Though he was a tad annoyed by the technology invading his father's precious tower, he'd do best to keep his temperament under control. "Ahem," and at that moment the speakers were turned on.[break][break] "I have an announcement to make. Upon midnight these monitors will display the true conductor of this event tonight, so you all have sometime to mingle amongst yourselves before then. But when the monitors display themselves, please do be weary to listen." Gerard stated, eyes fixing themselves to the side for a moment, "And another thing, trainers..." Sharpened hues pierced the lungs of those with or without a mask, the room drenched in a demeanor as though he were a Seviper ready to pounce upon his prey. "You all should be gearing up for war on the fight for champion, should you not?" His voice blared upon the speaker as he turned his back upon the people beneath the stage, shuffling his way back to his throne. "I mean, I'm sure many of you aren't aware, but the Elite Four aren't something to be trifled with; though, then again, neither are we gym leaders." A cocky smirk found it's way upon the man's face, raised brows of curiosity no longer furrowed. Sitting upon his chair and crossing his legs, he would ask but one simple question:[break][break] "I want to see two trainers go at it, right now. Entertain us, entertain the crowd, and whoever wins? I'll give you a free gym badge." [break][break] And he wasn't kidding. He waved it for all to see, the monitors turning on. For those who were too far in the back, it could be seen upon the television screen a and in his left hand that he, indeed, held a badge. But the real surprise had been the wonderment of whether anyone would actually be willing to step up to the plate? This was supposed to be an evening of fun, right? Let's have some fun. [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) - CURRENT MUSIC BEING PLAYED: None, it's been halted.
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Post by Azad on May 12, 2018 9:13:26 GMT -5
| DO YOU REMEMBER? LOOK AT ME AND ALL THE THINGS WE SAID WE'D BE. WE BEAT THE HOUNDS, WE PUSHED THE ODDS. WE'D TAKE IT ALL - WE HAD THE CAUSE. WITH YEARS TO BURN AND YEARS TO TRASH, LIVIN' LIFE BASED ON FLASH. BUT SOMEHOW REACHING FOR THE STARS, I THINK WE WENT A BIT TOO FAR.
Dressed to the nines the man wasn't. He wouldn't be found in a tux, but still he'd managed to wear some assortment of nicer clothes to better suite the evening. A long black coat white fur puffing at its collar, with a pair of white pants and a black turtle neck beneath the furred jacket. his face partially blanketed by a half mask covering only his eyes, Azad stood in the crowd enjoying the festivities to some degree. He was first and foremost a professor, but there was something exciting about the gym leader's challenge, as well as something annoying in his arrogance. And so he would step up to the man's challenge white hair so neatly parted in two bangs each falling on the far sides of his mask. Emerald green eyes would shine beneath the mask his own cocky smirk plastered across his visage as he spoke up.
I suppose my partner and I wouldn't mind stretching our legs, but I don't plan on losing in front of such a crowd." In truth the trainer cared little for the badge, collecting them was a secondary goal on this journey of his, but establishing himself as someone to watch over the course of the season amidst all these new trainers, that glory was something the man had interest in, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Thus he'd move to center stage eyes surveying the room most covered by their own masks. His coat would billow as he turned throwing out a pokeball revealing A large magnet pokemon. It's shape marred by spikes and cylinders the blue steel pokemon would underneath the light of the room. Metang, or rather 'Aros' was a third reason he'd chosen to compete in this exhibition of sorts. He wished to test the strength of his newly evolved partner an idea the pokemon itself shared. Ever since its evolution the pokemon had been a bit anxious and even slightly clunky still getting used to its new body. But the pokemon had been getting over its clumsiness over the course of the days since its evolution and was now ready to participate in a battle, that is if anyone dared to challenge it.
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Post by Frederick Ferdinand on May 12, 2018 15:40:33 GMT -5
 It felt like a lot of Frederick's time as of late had been spent wandering the wilderness, which made the invitation to this event all too enticing. It had been so long since he got to dust off his fancy clothes and dancing shoes to enjoy some proper festivities. In all honesty he didn't care too much about the event itself or whatever was going to be announced there, instead choosing to simply enjoy himself like any other party. The slender ranger was dressed to the nines in a black thee piece suit complete with a pair of white dress gloves. Usually messy hair was kept back in a ponytail, leaving only a comparatively few long strands along the sides to frame his face. His features were obscured by a purple eye mask which had a sizable pointed horn protruding from the forehead, resembling that of a nidoking. All in all he would have to admit he was feeling pretty sharp tonight.
The faint smell of smoke lingered on his person as he entered the building, practically advertising the fact that he had enjoyed a nice smoke before attending the soiree. Yellow eyes skimmed the crowd on the first floor, lingering on the dashing woman who had been placed in charge of the floor's festivities. That woman's allure alone was almost enough to tempt him into staying, but he simply couldn't make his nest at the first location to catch his interest. Thus he made his way to the stairs to survey the rest of the party before making any decisions.
The trip to the second floor was as interesting as the floors themselves, the beautiful architecture and calligraphy to be examined along the way causing the dark haired visitor to come to a stop multiple times on the way up. But eventually he would make his way tot the second floor, which featured a host that was just as striking as the floor below. Though Gerard wasn't exactly Fred's type, he couldn't deny the man's physical appeal. Looking around the room it seemed he wasn't the only one who thought so, as it seemed that this floor had managed to attract quite the female audience. The sigh brought an amused smile to the masked man's face, his eyes lingering on the obviously bored host for a moment before turning to make is way back to the stairs.
The sudden announcement that came over the speakers caught his attention, however. Quickly turning to face the stage Frederick would take a few more steps into the spacious room, curious what this mad had to say. What he heard prompted a silent chuckle, as he clapped his hands in approval. So there was to be a show, was there? The third floor could wait for this spectacle to conclude. As the first challenger made his way on to the stage Fred would start to gently push his way to the front of the crowd until there was nothing between him in the stage.
His eyebrows rose as the metallic blue pokemon came into sight, the amusement quickly returning to his face. There was no way his team was ready to match up against such a pokemon. Besides, he could care less about collecting gym badges. And it would be cruel to take away the opportunity from one who was working so hard to do so. So for the moment he simply stood before the stage with his arms crossed, a hint of excitement showing through his otherwise calm features.
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 13, 2018 11:39:05 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]there was the nervous chittering and chattering of individuals whom occupied the second floor as azad proudly stood upon the stage. the sight of the metang - once it had been released from its pokeball - caused the majority to take pause, for such a creature was renown for its prowess in battle. 'it evolved!' ash pushed through the crowd, her dark shoes clicking harshly against the hardwood floors as she pressed onward. she ignored the withering looks cast in her direction as she rudely shoved past a cluster of individuals, her gaze remaining fixed on the hovering blue beast that belonged to the silver-haired fellow. 'that has to be aros,' she thought, her focus flitting between the pokemon and its human counterpart. 'and that's totally azad. i recognize that 'i want you to just punch me in the face' smile anywhere.' no one had stepped forth to accept the challenge, and she was grateful for their hesitance. she would be given the opportunity to partake in battling and experience just how strong the pokemon had become since they last encountered one another. 'i just have to get there fast enough.' " i'll do it!" she cleared the crowd, her ebony mask slightly askew and her attire coming out a bit wrinkled. she had donned a black dress for this particular affair, the fabric soft and tight as it hugged her solidly-built frame. ash remained well-balanced despite the overall length of her heels as she hurried forward, moving to take her place. " i'll fight him," she said. ash fiddled with the zipper of her purse before reaching into its depths and producing a pokeball. she released her meditite, whom gracefully dipped into a meditative posturing once revealed, her small hands pressed together. [attr="class","smdtags"] ■ Azad ■ |  [attr="class","smdlyrics"] [attr="class","mdlyric"] [attr="class","giveitlyric"] |
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Post by JAX™ GOLD on May 15, 2018 12:43:45 GMT -5
[googlefont=open sans][googlefont=oswald][nospaces] [attr="class","matcha"] [attr="class","matcha1"] [attr="class","matcha2"]  [attr="class","matcha4"] Dressed in all black, head to toe, the mysteriously masked gentleman gave a small chuckle. His white mask jiggling slightly at the shiver of his shoulders, white gloves positioned on the waist. As he remained situated to the side of the second floor, he marveled at all the trainers that stood in wonderment of the man sitting in the chair. He could feel the excitement from all the others trainers, and though the mysteriously masked gentleman remained poised in his demeanor there was an excitement that jumped in his belly as well.[break][break] He never thought he'd have the chance to meet with Gerard G.G. Gym leader of the Kikiyo Gym! Even from the distance that he stood, he could see the handsomeness that flamed the hearts of so many woman! Of course, he wouldn't let such physical traits affect him! He was unaffected by the handsomeness or beauty of others. He considered it a blessing, but his parents worried over him for it.[break][break] As the time finally came for Gerard to start speaking, white gloved hands began wringing together in anticipation as the man spoke. He was just so cool, he couldn't handle it! Once the mention of gearing up came to mind, Jax™ eyes shone with excitement, his pokeballs already easily stashed within the inner parts of his long flowing cape. Then he wanted to see a fight!?[break][break] Jax™ instantly jumped up and down with his hand in the air. "Oh me! Pick me! I want to fight!" [break][break] He hollered, and yet, the crowd of people before him made it very difficult to actually be seen. He wasn't that much taller than some of these TOWERING FREAKS. Ahem, and as he saw Azad make his way up the stage revealing his metang, his zeal continued even further! He FOUGHT the crowd in a hopeless attempt to make his way towards he center area of the floor. Why did he have to pose on the edge of the area???? What was he thinking!?!?! He's missing this great chance![break][break] Just as he was able to push and prod his way to the front, Ash stepped forward calling that she'd fight him. He instantly dropped to the ground in slight defeat. Noooooo, his chance to have a pokemon battle was ruined!!!!! RUINED!!!!!!!![break][break] Sniffling slightly as he sat there on his knees, his gaze slowly followed a pair of shoes before looking up to see the towering Frederick. "Hey! Freddy! What's up man!?" he calls out excitedly. Gloved hands instantly grabbing onto the fabric of the man's pants.[break][break] Frederick Ferdinand[attr="class","matcha5"]
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Post by Arceus on May 15, 2018 13:26:02 GMT -5
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She was late, and that was an understatement.
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Having overslept, the girl barely found time to look at herself in the hotel mirror before flying down the stairs and into the street. This annual event was something she wouldn't miss, as anyone who was anyone wold be attending. Gaining a ride to the tower, Haruka would make it in time, not having missed the big annoucement, but from what she understood, she did miss the chance to battle on the order of Kikyo's Gym Leader.
[break][break]Lips pursed with disappointment, her attention faltering to see the lucky individuals who would get the pleasure. She grinned in response, recognizing the girl with the brown hair, and reminiscing with the recent memories she gained with them. Pulling the hemline of her dress off the floor, she pushed through the crowd, bumping into people here and there as she made her way closer to the battle. There was no way she was going to miss this.
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"Go Ash you can do it!" she said with a small hoot before looking to her left and right to see just who gathered on this floor. From her understanding, there would be events on three floors, and at the end of the night, they would give a big announcement dedicated to efforts of a few Johto researchers. This was something that intrigued the girl, seeing as her father was a professor, she was often influenced by technological advances.
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Post by Frederick Ferdinand on May 15, 2018 21:02:43 GMT -5
The masked man watched with amusement as a young lady stepped up to take the challenge, gloves hands coming together to offer both of the challengers a clap of encouragement. His hands then slid into his pockets as he waited for the event to begin. While he wasn't particularly interested in battling for sport, it was always interesting to watch the trainers and how they handled their pokemon. As well as what strategies they chose to employ.
However his focus was stolen away as he felt a tug on his pants, his brows raising in surprise as he looked down to see the source. What he found was...a surprise. One Jax™ was sitting on the ground beside him, somehow sneaking up beside him while he was distracted by the event. Frederick silently scolded himself for his lack of attention as he put on a smile for the young man and squatted down to offer him a hand. "What a surprise to see you here. Come on up now. Wouldn't want to wrinkle that fine suit of yours, would we?"
As he squatted down he would look up for a moment to examine the other people toward the front of the audience. It was safe to assume that those who made their way to the front row either took an above average interest in the battle or were hoping to root for the contenders. One young lady stood out among the others, giving a holler toward the stage to encourage one of the combatants. After taking a moment to re-familiarize himself with his surroundings he would turn his attention back to Jax™, who hopefully wouldn't prove to be too much of a distraction.
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Post by bosco on May 15, 2018 22:46:48 GMT -5
A good number of people where pulling out pokemon to do battle. Bosco was still a new trainer, he was not exactly up to snuff when it came to battling. At the moment, he was more working to build up his teams trying to make a solid core to help him raise other pokemon. While he didn't have as much single minded devotion as some younger trainers, as was evidenced by the fact that he was here, as a small scale event for something like this, he was still happy about his progress.
He moved towards one of the walls, simply wanting to observe the others at the moment. Then he saw Ashely. “Oh hey! You got a supporter Ashley! Wait, sounds like two of us! You got this!” He called out, laughing a bit and moving a bit closer to the edge, walking around any battle area and heading towards Ashley. They had met not too long ago, and had talked for a short time. She was such a sweet girl. When he was close enough to see the action from her side, and to keep an eye on what she did with her Meditite and how things went around with her. She seemed like such a good trainer, with a lot of potential.
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 16, 2018 6:12:33 GMT -5
 clever as the devil
but twice as pretty
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Why the hell were dresses so damn tight? Forget fighting someone else, Vivian swore the hardest fight she had tonight was trying to get this dress to cooperate. Dressed in a simple, sleeveless dark blue dress and slightly intricate blue mask, she probably wasn't winning any sort of contests for 'best dressed'. Not that it really mattered to her. The only reason she was really here was mostly out of curiosity - and because of who showed up.
But, honestly, five minutes within getting here and the female was already contemplating leaving. She swore if one more person tried to offer her a drink - if one more person tried to pull her into some painfully boring conversation, she was going to snap, rip this damn dress off, and go home. The slight irritation and awkwardness Vivian otherwise had for such an event was otherwise lost underneath the mask she wore - and yet, from how she stiffly stood, it was pretty clear that she wasn't a fancy party type of gal.
'How much trouble would I get in if I let Barbatos out...' the bored thought crossed her mind, briefly bringing a smirk to her lips at the thought of the sheer chaos releasing her destructive cranidos would bring. But, as daring as she was, the thought was perfect as just that - a thought. Only a sheer, utter idiot would think about trying to mess up this occasion. Unfortunately, that didn't help her boredom any.
The abrupt announcement over the speakers was a godsend from Arceus himself - even more so at the announcement of a battle. For the first time that night, Vivian felt...excited? The first to speak of one some guy, who wasted no time in showing off his- holy shit, was that a metang? For a moment, she stared, a very rare sense of amazement entering the trainer as she stared at the admittedly powerful looking pokemon that hovered about. While most might've been intimidated, and rightly so, by a challenge of a trainer who obviously knew what they were doing...Vivian? Oh no, she was excited.
From where she had settled in the back, leaning against the wall like the tsundere antisocial she was, she began to push her way forward and towards the front as fast as she could. A couple of 'fucking move' to 'get lost,' escaped her lips as she struggled to get past the hesitant crowd. She was positive she had also pushed some hollering dolt out the way, but, her mind was set and focused on one thing - beating the crap out of that metang with her pokemon.
Finally, finally the brunette had made her way to the front...only to see that the challenge had been taken by another. "Tch," the girl huffed, quietly obviously irritated, and maybe even pouting, at her missed opportunity. Arms crossed, she tried her hardest not to glare at the girl who had stolen her sp- er...fairly claimed the the position of a challenger. 'This better be good.'
Whilst watching and waiting for the battle to begin from her new 'front row position', some other girl, a brunette, bumped into her. It was likely she was trying to make her way to the front - maybe the brunette was a friend of the one who was battling? Yep - the little shout of encouragement confirmed it. Either way, Vivian gave her an icy, glowering look. "Watch it," she stated sharply, before turning her violet gaze back to the battle that lay ahead...Still secretly fuming about not speaking up in time.
[tl;dr vivi's watchin' the battle and being a butt.]
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Post by Azad on May 16, 2018 9:08:21 GMT -5
| DO YOU REMEMBER? LOOK AT ME AND ALL THE THINGS WE SAID WE'D BE. WE BEAT THE HOUNDS, WE PUSHED THE ODDS. WE'D TAKE IT ALL - WE HAD THE CAUSE. WITH YEARS TO BURN AND YEARS TO TRASH, LIVIN' LIFE BASED ON FLASH. BUT SOMEHOW REACHING FOR THE STARS, I THINK WE WENT A BIT TOO FAR.
An odd mix of energy and cowardice filled the room for the first minute after the trainer stepped up to challenge. Upon seeing the steel golem many had stepped back turning away refusing to face the trainer's gaze in fear of a loss to the research duo. Not that Azad minded, in fact there was a sense of pride in seeing people cower at his strength despite how little he had. It was a feeling new to him one that he'd never gotten back home, respect. He'd reach for the larger steel pokemon placing a hand against its smooth body. "I'd say our training was worth it Aros; you should be proud." To that the scarlet eyed pokemon would grunt with a bit of pride its eyes focused on the gym leader as the pokemon was much more interested in taking down what it considered was the boss.
Azad would look out to the crowd now a number of masked strangers seemingly focused on two pushing themselves through the crowd to reach him. The first was a brown haired girl in a pure black dress, her mask matching the style and color of the piece. The other a blond haired boy dressed similarly in an ebony black tux contrasting his suit with a white mask. Before the boy could make it, however, the girl would step in first straightening herself out before facing the dark-skinned researcher down. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like we've got a live one Aros, let's show her a good time." The man couldn't place it, but there was something familiar about the girl; the way she simply barreled through everyone, the tone and pitch of her voice, indeed it was all too familiar. Still, the silver-haired trainer couldn't quite put a finger on it deciding for the moment her identity didn't quite matter. After a moment of digging through her purse the woman would call forth a Meditite, and a rather powerful looking one at that. It was only when a girl cloaked in red made her way to the battlefield in a way not unlike the two before her rooting for her friend that the student was able to put the pieces together.
He wouldn't speak her name simply crossing his arms brushing a bang out of his eyes. The man keeps his ocol though even he can't deny his heartbeat had quickened since the girl appeared on the scene even more now that he's able to recognize her. "Well, this worked out well. I did promise you a battle after all, my dear assistant." There's an edge to his voice albeit a playful one as he acknwoledges the girl's identity. His eyes would shoot from the girl, to the crowd to most importantly the gym leader who watched from above. "But I'm not really in the position to hold back right now. Aros, Iron Defense!" And with that magnet pokemon's already tough coat would grow only tougher its blue shell gleaming even brighter under the spotlight as the pokemon prepared itself for any oncoming attack. "Show me what you got, kiddo."
All eyes were on them now, and Azad wouldn't have it any other way.
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Azad notices the crowd's cowardice, before noting ASHLEY LEE and JAX™ GOLD running up. He doesn't recognize Ashley at first but she seems familiar to him only when @haruka says her name aloud that the man is able to piece together the girl's identity. He then prepares for battle having Aros/Metang use Iron Defense.
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Post by ASHLEY LEE on May 16, 2018 10:10:45 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody"]ash was positively preening, a satisfied look upon her face as she felt the eyes of so many settle upon her. it was the hollering of her name that had successfully stroked her already inflated ego. she puffed out her chest a bit, tilting her head up just so as she sought to showcase her best side to the crowd. win or lose, she intended to give everyone a quality show. the woman, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to leave a good impression upon them all.
'didn't know i'd like being in the spotlight so much.'
the brunette barely managed to stifle a delighted little titter that threatened to slip past her glossy lips. no, instead she forced herself to maintain a mostly calm facade before the crowd.
'i've got this. show 'em what a real fighter looks like.'
her smug look would temporarily leave her face as the voice of azad reached her. the small female's gaze would immediately snap to take in the sight of a handsome face that was partially obscured by a mask. ash absently adjusted her's, for it was admittedly lackluster in comparison to the male's.
'should've bought my own,' she thought. 'or at least got a more, i dunno, 'show-offy' one?'
the woman deflated a bit in reaction to being called a 'kiddo' before she released a petulant little huff. she bared her teeth to form a truly wolfish grin, a strange little glimmer entering her eye.
"i'm going to enjoy this."
she forced herself to relax suddenly, the woman shutting her eyes to force herself into a truly calmed state. ash pressed her hands together, breathing deeply as she did so. her pokemon would mimic the action, the meditite's form growing relaxed as she drowned out all else.
"calm mind, rook."
the little fighter obeyed, producing a glow as she sought to increase her own power.
"alright, let's do this."
ash's arms fell to her sides, her hands clenched into tight fists as her bright-eyed gaze settled upon the opposing pair.
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Post by JAX™ GOLD on May 16, 2018 20:02:02 GMT -5
[googlefont=open sans][googlefont=oswald][nospaces] [attr="class","matcha"] [attr="class","matcha1"] [attr="class","matcha2"] [attr="class","matcha4"]As a kind hand was offered in his direction, the mysteriously masked gentleman instantly took hold of it as he picked himself up with the help. Kind of smoothing down his suit, he gave a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. Careful to not cause his tophat to fall off! ( Trust him, he's done it several times before getting to the party ). [break][break] "Did you come to see Gerard!?" he questioned, not so quietly, towards the Ranger. Teeth exposing as the edges of his lips pulled upward in a large grin. At the sound of Pokeballs being used, his attention was quickly averted towards the stage to see the two standing with their Pokemons out. He gasped! That thing was huge! And she was gonna fight him with something waaaaay smaller. GUTS! Well, as an ACE TRAINER. He knew better than to just look at the size of a pokemon. Honestly, it all came down to skill and types. Even the battle spirit of the Pokemon!!!![break][break] Out of instinct, he took out his Pokedex to just check out the pokemons and to record them on it. A wistful smile appearing on his face. Man did he want to battle those guys, even if he knew he didn't have much of a chance. But you know what! You don't get experience from falling back in the crowd like a big coward![break][break] 'Metang the Iron Claw Pokemon. It adores magnetic minerals, so it pursues Nosepass at speeds exceeding 60 mph.'[break][break] His face instantly contorted. Mental note, don't ever get a Nosepass.[break][break] 'Meditite the Meditate Pokémon.'[break][break] Cue intense eyeroll, even HE could have told that. I mean, COME ON!?[break][break] 'Meditite heightens its inner energy through meditation. It survives on just one berry a day. Minimal eating is another aspect of this Pokémon’s training.'[break][break] He flipped the pokedex off, stuffing it into his pocket as he crossed his arms. Interesting. Interesting. So things might just be a close match, but PERHAPS there will be an edging out between the two. He closed his eyes as he meditated over the situation. Figuring out what would be a good idea. Oops, he forgot he was talking to Frederick. If only he was as interesting as a Pokemon battle.[break][break] Frederick Ferdinand[attr="class","matcha5"]
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Post by ALEC VON KLAUSS on May 17, 2018 11:17:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","cfbase"] [attr="class","cftop"] [attr="class","cficon"]  [attr="class","cfboxbase"] better the gambler, worse the man [attr="class","cfbox"]Tailored suits and dining dresses, hidden masks cowling over faces. A battle initiated as Alec sat near a table watching from afar. A white masked covered only the bridge of his nose and the orbits of his face, a white suit caressed the male's body; underneath the suit jacket a light blue dress shirt rested, and black was the neck tie which cuddled around the male's neck. "Amazing, he called out a Metang. He must be a really experienced trainer, I want to join in on the fun, so jealous!" The voice behind mask cried, it was none other than Alec von Klaussner. Rosy cheeks invaded the male's facial area. Examining the room, Alec noticed that there were many who, too, were in awe of the battle which stood before them. "Honestly, I should've gone to the first floor. If I'm to be come the next Top Coordinator of this region, I should've met with the current Top Coordinator." With a simple shoulder shrug followed by a sigh, he'd add, "Looks like fate won this round." Alec, though saddened he wouldn't be able to meet with the Top Coordinator, a beaming smile was directed toward his companion, or rather, should I say, brother: Damian von Klaussner. "Look, look! Maybe you can get a Metang if you're lucky enough to find a Beldum." Alec exclaimed, "If you had one I could have it carry me around, or maybe teach it to bang on bongos with those arms of it. It would be all," he'd cusp his hands around his mouth, exclaiming, "Bong, bong, bong! Bong, bong! Right, right?! How funny would that be, haha!" Alec was enjoying himself. It'd been sometime since he'd been to a gathering of sorts like this, and with his brother at his side he was enjoying himself even more. Nothing could ruin this night. tl;dr: alec is sitting at a table watching, conversing with his big brother DAMIEN VON KLAUSS. while, also, enjoying his time talking about getting a metang to bang on some bongos, and starts making loud noises and trying to mimic the sound of said bongos by going "bong, bong, bong!" he has a childish nature, forgive him. [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Roboto|Ubuntu] [newclass=.cfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#0066cc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#3399cc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#0066cc 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox b]color:#6699ff;font:bold 11px arial;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbase:hover .cfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass] |
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Post by DAMIEN VON KLAUSS on May 17, 2018 11:59:57 GMT -5
There were two types of people in the world. Those who enjoyed the fancy soiree of the events, dressing up and showcasing what they spent too much time meticulously creating (this thought may or may not be subtly dragging one of his most favorite of brothers) and others who would prefer to spend life with as little amount of clothes on as possible. Damien fell into the latter and as his brother, laid out his suit that the eldest brother asked for the simplest tuxedo possible, he got something as close as Alex would ever do. It was simple, an all-black suit from the tailor with an ash gray undershirt and red pocket handkerchief. It was always a classic look and as Damien gave a glance in the mirror, he was ready to stunt. Luckily, Alec’s look was much more than his and Damien looked subtle next to the pizazz of colors Alec was rocking. Damien wasn’t wearing a stupid mask and conveniently left the one his brother picked out for him on the bed. As they sat down, Damien ensured to pick out a table with a good vantage point. From all his time shadowing meetings with his father, he knew the lay of the land and always tried to put himself in an advantageous position. It was high enough to see the fight unfold between people he didn’t know and still watch the monitors that the host of the evening, in such regal attire, so conveniently pointed out. "I don't know, Alec." Damien piped up, half interested in his brother's conversation, the other half still settling into what they would be doing for the night. "Don't really see myself as a Metagross kind of guy and i'll tell ya now, Frey will absolutely never let you ride on her when she evolves." A slight chuckle, shaking his head at the true characters each one of his pokemon had on them. If it had been anyone else, they may have been run over by his mon's overzealous tendencies. "You don't wanna showcase you're competition to them, yet. Wait for the first festival. The surprise factor will be on your side." Damien actually didn't trust Alec in this sort of event alone. With too many people to potentially schmooze for their father, he didn't mind spending time with Alec at all. "Hey bud, take a look around. What do you see?" He asked, seeing if the younger Von Klauss was as in tune with what was going on as he was. He wasn't expecting much, but hoping that the other knew to always be looking around. Especially as a Von Klauss, on occasion they were people who hated on the family because of their successful gambling empire. tl;dr - damien arrived on the second floor with his brother, ALEC VON KLAUSS . after a quick glance at the battle happening on the center stage, the man can feel something is off. he sits on the side of the room so he can monitor the situation. frey's pokeball in hand. everyone ✘ event thread ✘ psa: alec is messy.
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Post by ALEC VON KLAUSS on May 17, 2018 16:30:52 GMT -5
[attr="class","cfbase"] [attr="class","cftop"] [attr="class","cficon"] [attr="class","cfboxbase"] better the gambler, worse the man [attr="class","cfbox"]Keeping his head directed toward the battle. A soft, emerald gaze reverted from its usual gleam to a piercing stare. A confident smile never leaving his face only meant something of worth caught his attention. "D'awe, you're not fun; I wouldn't be surprised if your Pokemon took after you, Damien." Though it didn't cross his mind, he wasn't a fool to lively events such as this. His gaze found it's way toward the corner of his peripheral vision. Taking note that, though this party was lively, events such as this didn't come without trouble in tow. "Hey, hey big brother!" Directing his entire body to the table and placing sharpened emerald hues upon his brother. He'd ask, "Let's have a bet." He wasn't averting his question, but merely answering it in his own way. "How much do you wanna bet..." An index finger came to meet with the other, creating an "X" from the two as they crossed one another. "I'm ready to lay all my money on the table and bet that something exciting is going to happen at any moment before tonight's over with." That's right, though he was unaware of what was occurring underneath them. He was excited about the instance that was believed to occur sooner rather than later. His compulsive gambler's instinct just felt the rush from this petty bet, rosy cheeks becoming a tad bit redder as he tried to maintain his composure. Turning his back onto his brother, he'd add, while watching the fight, "You wanna know why there are more losers than winners in gambling? Someone who provides an environment for gambling takes for its fees a small percentage of the wagers. Therefore, the amount paid out in winnings will always be a bit less than the amount taken out in bets." Alec stated. Fixing the neck of his tie, he'd stick his tongue out while looking back at his brother, "Basically, it doesn't matter who wins or loses because in the end there is always someone gaining and winning behind the scenes."Following a chuckle. Alec's became even more excited due to his brother quick sense of alert. Honestly, it makes him wonder just where would he be without this guy? tl;dr: alec is sitting at a table watching, conversing with his big brother DAMIEN VON KLAUSS. makes a small hint toward his brother that he's noticed as well. [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Roboto|Ubuntu] [newclass=.cfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#0066cc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#3399cc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#0066cc 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox b]color:#6699ff;font:bold 11px arial;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.cfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.cfbase:hover .cfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass] |
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