Motostoke

-Hanging around the front of the Stadium-

Okay, time to get this show on the road.

Turffield Gym — Currently

-Scarlette and Mason are in the lobby, watching the matches as they come.-

Scarlette: They sure love their spectacle here in Galar, huh?

Mason: It's way too many people.

Scarlette: You said that last time, and you're still here.

Mason: Yeah, 'cause I'm stubborn!

Scarlette: Lmao.

Mason: ...Did you just say "lmao" out loud?

Scarlette: What of it?

Mason: You're so fucking weird.

-At the reception desk, there seems to be a bit of a commotion going on, and they turn their gaze off the screen to look at it.-

Reaver: What do you mean, not eligible?

Receptionist: I'm sorry, sir. League rules state that Delta Pokemon require extensive screening and documentation before they're permitted, if at all. Unless you've gone through that process and can provide the necessary verification, he won't be able to participate.-

-The receptionist peers over the counter at the dark red Pupitar below.-

Igneous: <Come on! How come other Pokemon don't have to go through screening, huh?>

-He rockets up to the top of the desk. A couple nearby League officials place their hands on their Pokeball belts.-

Reaver: Uuuuuuurgh. Whatever. Fine. We'll do the damn paperwork. Do you have it right now?

Receptionist: Not if your Pupitar burns it all first.

Igneous: <You wanna say that to my face?>

Mason: They literally just did say that to your face.

Scarlette: Hey, Firelord Ozai, having trouble?

-Reaver and Igneous turn their attention to Scarlette and Mason-

Igneous: <And what's your problem?>

Reaver: Hey, shove off. Mind your own business.

Scarlette: Heh. Sure. Good luck.

-Reaver glares, before recalling Igneous off the desk and turning back to the receptionist-

Reaver: Your papers are safe. Can you please give me some now?

-The receptionist rolls their eyes and digs out some papers.-

Galar Route 2

(Geddy instantly beams at all of the support he is receiving, and seconds later, he looks back towards the Rookidee- as does Kim- and both of them see that the Rookidee is scratching his talons against a tree again— Hone Claws. Kim smirks, then points ahead.)

Kim: "Geddy... use Growl."

(And seconds later, Geddy the Popplio lets out an absolutely epic Metal Scream that could easily rival that of his namesake:)

Geddy: <YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!>

(Said Metal Scream echoes throughout the woods, startling the Rookiedee and causing him to hide in the tree. Geddy notices this, and blinks in shock.)

Geddy: <O-oh... I'm sorry. Was that too loud?>

Rookiedee: <That... that raw power...>

Motostoke

Channah: Show this grandpa who's boss, Tagg.

Galar Route 2

-Ian, Evelyn, Piku-chan and Hatty all cover their ears as Geddy unleashes his Growl attack.-

Me: So THIS is Geddy's secret power!

Evelyn: It's not Secret Power, Ian... It's Growl!

All Four: MY EARS!!!!!

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 21st 2020 at 5:32:44 AM

Galar Route 2

(Geddy looks over at the rest of the group and gasps in terror.)

Geddy: (horrified) <Oh my gosh... I- I am so sorry! That must have been way too loud...!>

Galar Route 2

-At that moment, Miyako bursts from her Poké Ball.-

Miyako: <You kidding me? That was nothing! Watch this!>

-Miyako takes a deep breath, and then lets out a deathly wail to rival Geddy's Metal Scream.-

Miyako: <Hiii-   YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!>   

-Ian, Evelyn, Piku-chan and Hatty cover their ears even harder!-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 21st 2020 at 5:38:20 AM

Galar Route 2

(The Rookidee covers his ears- or lack thereof.)

Geddy: (completely unfazed) <Oh, hello... I'm Geddy! Who are you?>

Galar Route 2

Miyako: <Hi. I'm Miyako. Ian's Misdreavus. Nice t'meetcha!>

Galar Route 2

Kim: (completely deadpan) "Let me guess; Misdreavus' Pokedex number is 385."

Galar Route 2

-Beat-

-Miyako stares at Kim with a look of "She can't be serious..." before she breaks down laughing, almost maniacally!-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 21st 2020 at 5:50:42 AM

Galar Route 2

Geddy: <What's so funny?>

Galar Route 2

Piku-chan: -uncovers his ears- <Check the Pokédex. I think you'll find out why Miyako's laughing.>

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 21st 2020 at 5:54:33 AM

Galar Route 2

Kim: "I am aware it is actually 200, but why did you name your Misdreavus 385?"

Galar Route 2

Me: -uncovers ears- I didn't.

Galar Route 2

Kim: "Well, that was the only reason I could think of as to why you would name your Misdreavus Mi(3)ya(8)ko(5)."

Galar Route 2

Me: Well, I named her "Miyako" because it's Japanese for "Beautiful night child."

美(Mi). 夜(ya). 子(ko).

Galar Route 2

Kim: "Ah. I... don't suppose that name will have to be changed when she evolves?"

Galar Route 2

Me: That I don't know...

-Beat-

Me: Evelyn, Hatty? You can uncover your ears, now.

-Evelyn and Hatty uncover their ears.-

Geo Soc Video Conference

An entire floor of employees is in the middle of playing an 80s-90s musical guessing game as part of a teambuilding exercise. The objective? Identify an artist based on a riff. Divided into two, the floor is between Hank Harvey's team (including Shutter, Jane, Anthony, and Jon) and Shirley Montalban's (Tommy, Flash, Pearson, and Doc Williams). Sparky is acting as the proctor.

-Buzzer-

Flash: Vitamin C!

-Point!-

-Buzzer-

Tommy: Fine Young Cannibals

-Point!-

-Buzzer-

Shutter: Torch!

EEEEEEh.

Beat.

Gimbal: Gavin, honey, that was just... dumb. That sounds nothing like Buttercup!

Shutter: Wait, that wasn't Buttercup?

Hank: That couldn't be more different from any version of Buttercup.

-Buzzer-

Tommy: KC and the Sunshine Band.

-Point!-

Gimbal: Mommy's proud of you, baby.

Shutter: Who's side are you on?

-Buzzer-

Hank: Robin Gibb!

-Point!-

-Buzzer-

Hank: MADONNA!

-Point!-

-Buzzer-

Flash: The Corrs!

After that montage, the scores are tied. Montalban's team had been on a scoring streak.

-Buzzer-

Jonathan: Vanilla Ice?

Hank: I can strangle you right now.

Walter: I'd like to do the honors.

-Buzzer-

Tommy: Oooh. I love this one. Led Zeppelin!

Beat.

Everyone was kind of glowering at him with that last one, especially Gimbal.

Montalban: Andrew. What the fuck?

Shutter: Come on! We've been through this for the upteenth time. It's AC/DC!

-Point!-

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 28th 2020 at 2:41:56 AM

Motostoke Stadium

-Standing in the center of an arena with portions of long grass with wild Fire-types and Gym trainers hanging around

League Person: Your challenge is to get five points. Catching a Pokémon nets you two points, while defeating one nets you one point.

Well, alright then.

[An Unmentioned Social Media Platform]

-Gale sighs and tries to type discretely into private messages-

Okay so Ponyta live up at Glimwood Tangle which is a really cool place and hey it might be a good idea to research another dish while I'm there.

That said, I need to complete my one for Motostoke while I'm here so expect that stream as soon as I can get to it.

[Platform DMs]

Motostoke Gym

As Sylveon channeled her Quick Claw once again, this time for a Light Screen in response to the newcoming Ninetales, she barely noticed the Solar Beam screaming towards her.

She collapsed and was returned, swiftly substituted by a very annoyed Stoutland who poked himself on the Stealth Rocks and was blasted with a Fire Blast that singed his fur.

The Light Screen having soaked up a fair portion of it he threw himself at the fox with Facade.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Mar 21st 2020 at 4:59:28 AM

Motostoke Stadium

-Walking towards the battle arena with a Sizzlipede on my shoulder-

...And that's why capitalism is a terrible economic system.

Magtail: <Hmph.>

Kabu: -Right next to us- So, you've defeated the Grass-type Pokémon of Milo and the Water-types of Nessa, impressive. I, Kabu, will be your next opponent.

-Taking his spot-

Every Trainer and Pokémon trains hard in pursuit of victory. But as I'm sure you already know, your opponent is also working hard to win. In the end, the match is decided by which side is able to unleash their full potential.

-Pulling out an Ultra Ball-

Now, show me your strength!

-Sends out a Ninetales-

I can see why they consider him the threshold guardian of this League.

Go Anthracite!

Anthracite: -Appears-

Megan: Pretty much yep! :D

Pippy: <Anytime I stand next to him there's the nagging thought that I brought a knife to a gunfight!> ^v^

Vee: <I know if I found someone else like me I'd fight the crap outta not-me.> ~w <Chewin's a combat action, Ever!> ^w

Fraidy: -is pat- Q-Q

(-and pats back, reciprocally-)

Megan: -headtilt- And yeah, I dunno what Hiro's doing. I think...he's normally better than this?

-she listens to Ever's tactical breakdown, idly-

-Vee perks an ear, less idly, and hums-

Vee: <Yeah! 'S better to find out where they don't want you to be, an' park yerself right in that sweet spot.> uw

Pippy: -crestbrow raise- <Don't you insist on tackling the most heavily-fortified, well-observed position with your tail tied behind your back?>

Vee: <Uh, because I believe in havin' a good time, P.>

Megan: -watching- sh!

Pollen: -settles on Pef's shoulder, for something she can actually see-

Announcer: -rapidly- Well, this is off to an inauspicious start! The challenger's Scorbunny's just kicking sparks every which way, and Milo's Gossifleur just! Won't! Quit!

Hiro: -hands in pockets- Fair point. Speed alone might not match speed.

Curry: -having kicked up a notch, to Fire Pledges- <Let! Me! Hit! YOU!!> D:<<

Gossifleur: -as blazing pillars erupt where the pebbles strike the earth, just riding the updrafts- <Sorry, nope.> u.u

Hiro: -headtilt- ...or maybe there's too much between telegraph and package. Quick Attack.

Curry: <YAH!>

-in a flash, Curry's foot buries itself-

-in a whole lot of fluff-

Curry: <Wha?>

Hiro: Interesting.

Gossifleur: -gathering grassblades- <Fast or hot—not both?>

-and Curry's blasted back, landing prone on Hiro's end of the field-

-...-

-she coughs-

-staggers, and struggles to her feet-

Curry: -wiping...something, from the corner of her mouth, panting- <You think you're so tough, huh? Well, let me tell you something, pal.>

-a glint in her eyes- <There's—>

Hiro: Return.

Curry: <Wha—hey!> -recall-

Hiro: -toss- Chips are down.

-and a Torkoal appears-

Chips: <...questioning decisions here, Hiro.>

Hiro: Excellent.

Gossifleur: -facetilt- <How do you expect to catch me with someone even slower?>

-she flits in, riding the swell of the announcer's rapid-fire narration on a wave of windborne cotton fiber for the coup de grace-

Hiro: I'm excited to show you my argument.

-the Leaf Tornado strikes Chips dead-on, tangling about the eyes and legs-

Chips: <Ack!>

- —and then a reflexive plume of pale fumes blasts the plant matter aside-

-filling the field, and getting caught in the wind the Gossifleur rides-

Gossifleur: -cough- <Hey! Clear the airways!>

Slow and steady wins the race?

-the carbon-rich meal in Chips's shell ignites, tinging the haze with heavy shades of black-

...dubious, but when slow and steady emits enough carbon dioxide…

Gossifleur: -fluttering, too far from the ground to tether- <Wait ack—>

-the wind she whipped up propels her into the deeper smog, invisible except for the trail of hacking coughs she emits-

Reply hazy. Ask again.

Milo: -peering out- ...oh dear.

-the smoke clears, and the Gossifleur @-@s on the ground, unconscious-

-singsong- When you know which way the wind's blowing.

-he chuckles to himself, cutting it off when he remembers he didn't actually vocalize any of that and the end result likely just looks a bit smug-

Hiro: -cough, fanning a hand in front of his face- Your move. This place has got to have good ventilation, with all this wind, right?

Milo: -recall- Certainly, yes.

Announcer: Well, well, well…

(-hidden in the grass, something sparks…-)

-before Castanea can fire again, the Bellossom zips in and smacks him in the face with a Moonblast-

Castanea: -grunt, towering Spiky Shield blooming too late-

Bellossom: -kicking off, the instant before- <Did you know moonlight's really just reflected sunlight?>

Bellossom: -fully rejuvenated- <How do humans find out this stuff?>

-Castanea raises the shield, until its sheer weight forces him to plant it in the earth-

Castanea: -disgruntled huff- <Clever.>

Abilene: No stone unturned, Castor.

Castanea: <Unfortunately for you, I just so happen to be sick to death of moonlight.>

-he slams his fists into the ground, digging in his fingers—-

Bellossom: <Same trick? Well—>

-and with the extra footing his shell and its attached shield explode in a radial spike-storm of Pin Missile-

Bellossom: -zip- <Well that's—>

-the sound of seed-pods hitting the field becomes a hailstorm-

-zap- <—that's rather—>

-less dense, but no gaps big enough for little flowers-

-stab- <—what is—the matter with you?!>

-ahead, behind, between—no cover to be found-

Abilene: -behind Lanatus's Protect field, yawning-

Lanatus: -dutifully accounting the spikes hitting the shield, eyes wide-

Milo: -cupping his hands around his mouth- Er—Sludge Bomb!

Bellossom: <Right!>

-planting her feet, she swishes poison around her hands, and lobs a blob at Castanea-

-he lifts his shield and blocks the first, the second at sixty degrees-

-the third he ignores, and hurls the shield flat against the wind-

-but when it hits, so does the thunderclap of a Bellossom getting crushed against a wall-

Milo: -wince-

Bellossom: -flat- @_@

Abilene: ...well?

Milo: -frown- You're so hasty.

-recall- Would it hurt to stop awhile? Smell the roses?

Abilene: If I take the time to smell the roses they will wither before my work is done. Can we hurry it up?

Milo: -beam- Very well!

-Castanea's position vanishes in a gigantic fireball-

-a shockwave rings out from that point, blowing the flames back—he roars—-

- —the poison from the Sludge Bomb sets in-

-and he keels over, with an earth-rattling thud-

Castanea: -facedown-

Announcer: …

Crowd: ...

Abilene: -mouth agape-

Milo: ...erm.

-glance- Whoops?

Cherrim: -dance, dance- <It seemed fitting~> UuU