Ah, the title on his app was a link to that exact page. I suppose the links can be easy to miss given that the text was yellow, similar to the color links become. I meant to imply he's aiming higher than even the title of champion. There was also a link for his theme, Selenium Forest. I like picking theme songs for my characters, since it gives a general vibe for them without rigidly defining them. It's also, to an extent, what I imagine would play while you fight them.
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Troy
Troy heads off, deeper into the gardens, coming to stop in front of a canopy of trees casting the pathways in a cool shade. It was suspiciously absent of wild pokemon lingering about, which the rest of the garden seemed to have plenty of. He opens his bag to retrieve more berry juice and a pokeball, and begins covering the pokeball in some of the berry juice until it simply looks like a blue ball that smells of oran berries. He waits a bit for it to dry and returns the rest of the berry juice to his bag before wandering under the trees while conspicuously playing with the pokeball, tossing it up and catching it over and over. Given the apparent absence of wild pokemon, he'd assume this to be the right place.
Say wait a second… White hair, super tall, grumpy face… Are you one of the new transfer students? Troy, right?...Grumpy face?
It even stole the rest of my honey and berries from me! Ugh… It was too much. I wish I had a potion on me right now..."I was just about to take a look at the local wildlife actually. From your description, it sounds like it's worth seeing. Oh, and-" Troy reaches into his bag and pulls out some berry juice. "Here. It's berry juice. It's as good as any potion." Troy never considered himself the generous type, but it only felt like a fair transaction when he was handed a lead on a silver platter. Although it may not be a pokemon Troy was interested in, or one up to his standards, it seems like it would at least be of temporary use.
Nevermind... You may not be interested. I probably shouldn't have approached you
Troy heads off, deeper into the gardens, coming to stop in front of a canopy of trees casting the pathways in a cool shade. It was suspiciously absent of wild pokemon lingering about, which the rest of the garden seemed to have plenty of. He opens his bag to retrieve more berry juice and a pokeball, and begins covering the pokeball in some of the berry juice until it simply looks like a blue ball that smells of oran berries. He waits a bit for it to dry and returns the rest of the berry juice to his bag before wandering under the trees while conspicuously playing with the pokeball, tossing it up and catching it over and over. Given the apparent absence of wild pokemon, he'd assume this to be the right place.
@wisteria
950Eli
As you find yourself spiraling down an existential concrete staircase like a tangled slinky hurled with great force, a flash of blue begins oscillating in your peripheral vision not unlike a runaway pendulum with nothing to lose.
You look up to find what appears to be an animate puddle standing in front of you, wearing clothes and a straw hat. You try and immediately fail to not let the confusion show on your face as you notice the living crab swimming inside of her.
"What-" You stop yourself. Maybe that's the wrong question. Given how you got here, making sense of every little thing isn't actually that big of a deal, and she may not even be able to give much of an answer. "I've never seen anyone quite like you before. I'm new here, so could you tell me about this place?" You stand up before the allure of your seat's soft embrace convinces you to never stand up again. ...And about yourself?
@vanovick
As you find yourself spiraling down an existential concrete staircase like a tangled slinky hurled with great force, a flash of blue begins oscillating in your peripheral vision not unlike a runaway pendulum with nothing to lose.
You look up to find what appears to be an animate puddle standing in front of you, wearing clothes and a straw hat. You try and immediately fail to not let the confusion show on your face as you notice the living crab swimming inside of her.
"What-" You stop yourself. Maybe that's the wrong question. Given how you got here, making sense of every little thing isn't actually that big of a deal, and she may not even be able to give much of an answer. "I've never seen anyone quite like you before. I'm new here, so could you tell me about this place?" You stand up before the allure of your seat's soft embrace convinces you to never stand up again. ...And about yourself?
@vanovick
Troy
As the champion of the class tournament, Troy was accosted by a few other students as class ended. It was a bit annoying, being bombarded with random questions, so he chose the one that seemed easiest to answer.
"Not long. He’s still rather young, but he has the potential to go far." Troy's face softened from his typical frown to a wistful smile. "I was honestly kind of worried people wouldn't be interested in training with him. Shuckles tend to have a reputation of being passive and weak. I thought that, if I could show off his potential, he'd have no problem finding partners to train with. For that matter, let me know if any of you want to do some training with Shuckle and me after school." That being said, it would have to wait. Though it weighed heavily on his mind, it technically isn't his first priority. "Unfortunately, I have to take care of something, so I won't be able to train with any of you today. See you guys around." Troy raises his hand briefly as a short wave goodbye while he turns around and leaves, his poker face returning automatically.
As he walked out of the battle facility, he found himself in the sprawling pathways of the PMA campus. He recalled passing by some gardens conveniently located on the edge of campus, where the woods would creep in against the campus' manicured lawns. They seemed to host a variety of wild pokemon within and around. He figured he should pay it a visit, if only to pass the time. It would be a high order to find a worthy companion outside of his father's ranch, but it couldn't hurt to more closely observe the quality of the nearby pokemon if nothing else. His first priority, after all, would be to round out his team a bit to prevent being caught unprepared, and given his standards, starting the hunt early would be ideal. The worst case scenario would be having to commission another breeding project like he did with Shuckle. He wouldn't be opposed to waiting through the process normally, but today's tournament rewards suggests he should aim to be as strong as he can at all times, a dilemma diametrically opposed to his perfectionism. Perhaps he should even catch some temporary pokemon...
Troy stops by the Student Union to pick up a few extra pokeballs before heading towards the gardens.
As the champion of the class tournament, Troy was accosted by a few other students as class ended. It was a bit annoying, being bombarded with random questions, so he chose the one that seemed easiest to answer.
"How long have you had your Shuckle?"
"Not long. He’s still rather young, but he has the potential to go far." Troy's face softened from his typical frown to a wistful smile. "I was honestly kind of worried people wouldn't be interested in training with him. Shuckles tend to have a reputation of being passive and weak. I thought that, if I could show off his potential, he'd have no problem finding partners to train with. For that matter, let me know if any of you want to do some training with Shuckle and me after school." That being said, it would have to wait. Though it weighed heavily on his mind, it technically isn't his first priority. "Unfortunately, I have to take care of something, so I won't be able to train with any of you today. See you guys around." Troy raises his hand briefly as a short wave goodbye while he turns around and leaves, his poker face returning automatically.
As he walked out of the battle facility, he found himself in the sprawling pathways of the PMA campus. He recalled passing by some gardens conveniently located on the edge of campus, where the woods would creep in against the campus' manicured lawns. They seemed to host a variety of wild pokemon within and around. He figured he should pay it a visit, if only to pass the time. It would be a high order to find a worthy companion outside of his father's ranch, but it couldn't hurt to more closely observe the quality of the nearby pokemon if nothing else. His first priority, after all, would be to round out his team a bit to prevent being caught unprepared, and given his standards, starting the hunt early would be ideal. The worst case scenario would be having to commission another breeding project like he did with Shuckle. He wouldn't be opposed to waiting through the process normally, but today's tournament rewards suggests he should aim to be as strong as he can at all times, a dilemma diametrically opposed to his perfectionism. Perhaps he should even catch some temporary pokemon...
Troy stops by the Student Union to pick up a few extra pokeballs before heading towards the gardens.
@wisteria
Tim just randomly finds a Genius Feather lol.
*Hides Troy's pile of rich kid pokemon vitamins*
200p would be like... 200 pokedollars. Enough for about 20 pokeballs, or 8 potions
Uh...
4000 pokedollars? Technically potions are 200 in gen 7+. Super Potions are 700, but cost 500 in pokemon crystal during a rooftop sale, which would give you 8 purchases for 4000 pokedollars.
Well, it's not important. It sounds as if Poke Balls cost 10p and potions cost 25p, which is good to know.
Given that there's 5 of them, I was thinking Troy of all people would be most suited to being alone. It helps keep up the cold facade he has to the others by hiding how softly he treats his pokemon in their downtime. I think having them view him that way is better for the plot/character interactions for now. This also gives him an excuse to remain "unrestrainedly unprofessional" with his pokemon when no one is looking, assuming he wouldn't get a roommate, or that his roommate would be a no-show.
Unrelatedly, the addition of Happiny once again completes the balanced spread of EV yields you would get from beating all of our pokemon once.
Unrelatedly, the addition of Happiny once again completes the balanced spread of EV yields you would get from beating all of our pokemon once.
Antoinetta and Troy
Rollout. Of course. Recalling Troy's earlier plan, Netty mentally cursed herself for not thinking. "Quick, brace yourself! Struggle Bug!" she called.
Thankfully, Mellona didn't need much range of movement for the red aura, or the sparkling energy swirls that followed, to look impressive. It dawned on Netty, however, that Gust and Struggle Bug were Mel's only viable moves for this battle. Bug Bite wouldn't get past Shuckle's tough shell, and Sweet Scent worked better against faster, more evasive opponents.
Netty's already considerable unease grew. Using the same moves over and over again, no matter how spectacular, wasn't the best way to keep an audience's interest.
Troy was in a similar boat. Defense Curl and Infestation are one-and-done moves, and his only other option was ineffective on Combee. Although two misses in a row was not a good sign, the only thing he could do was continue to- “Rollout. Keep going!” Troy couldn’t help but raise his voice a bit. How could he resist when rooting for Shuckle?
Although thrown off a bit by gust, Shuckle was still spinning as he hit the ground, swerving back around toward Combee. He tries to weave around some of the missiles produced by Struggle Bug, but inevitably has to crash through some of them on his way to Combee. Well, this is what Troy meant when he said ‘anything in your way’.
As he nears Mellona, he does as before and pops up off of the ground, leaping at her like he’s grown a pair of wings.
Troy returned Shuckle to his pokeball. A battle like this was not one he could be proud of, much less a contest he could be proud of. Miss after miss, and outdone as a performer in most if not all aspects. He felt like he owed Antoinetta an apology for his earlier suggestion. Of course, battling was an important aspect of contests, but it still felt like a one-sided stipulation he imposed on her.
Netty kept her composure before the cheering crowd - outwardly, anyway. The result was far from a surprise, but the applause towards Troy sounded like mockery towards her. It hadn't been Mel's fault, or her own, just a bad match-up. The problem was, the crowd surely wouldn't see it that way. The crowd would see someone beating them at their own game.
Stepping forward and crouching, she broke her uncharacteristic silence as she returned the fainted Combee. "You did great, Mel, that was quite a show." She kept her eyes on the Pokeball clenched in her trembling hand as she stood. She couldn't look at the audience, or at her victorious opponent.
Troy walks up to Antoinetta and silently offers her a handshake. Bringing herself to meet his gaze, Antoinetta wore her grin like a mask. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." She put on that self-assured tone as she shook his hand. "Not bad for a non-coordinator, but next time there's a test like this, I'll be the one who's centre stage."
In spite of how he felt, Troy kept to his typical frowning poker face, cold and impersonal. To make mention of his earlier proposition would, at least in Troy’s mind, be an insult to Antoinetta, as if to say that she wasn’t cut out to be a contest performer who can handle a battle and a performance without the compromise of either. Although he certainly tried, he couldn't think of anything worth saying. Without waiting for a reply, or saying anything herself, Antoinetta hurried to the healing machine. No way would she hang around and listen to what the audience had to say about their handshake. Cheeks burning, she stared at her feet as she waited for the healing process to finish, trying not to think of the inevitable judgements from everyone. The other students, Tessa, Caprea.
As soon as the telltale beep sounded, she took back the Pokeball. "I'm sorry, Mel," she whispered. She couldn't let herself and her Pokemon down like that again.
Troy took a deep breath, a mental reset, before following suit.
Rollout. Of course. Recalling Troy's earlier plan, Netty mentally cursed herself for not thinking. "Quick, brace yourself! Struggle Bug!" she called.
Thankfully, Mellona didn't need much range of movement for the red aura, or the sparkling energy swirls that followed, to look impressive. It dawned on Netty, however, that Gust and Struggle Bug were Mel's only viable moves for this battle. Bug Bite wouldn't get past Shuckle's tough shell, and Sweet Scent worked better against faster, more evasive opponents.
Netty's already considerable unease grew. Using the same moves over and over again, no matter how spectacular, wasn't the best way to keep an audience's interest.
Troy was in a similar boat. Defense Curl and Infestation are one-and-done moves, and his only other option was ineffective on Combee. Although two misses in a row was not a good sign, the only thing he could do was continue to- “Rollout. Keep going!” Troy couldn’t help but raise his voice a bit. How could he resist when rooting for Shuckle?
Although thrown off a bit by gust, Shuckle was still spinning as he hit the ground, swerving back around toward Combee. He tries to weave around some of the missiles produced by Struggle Bug, but inevitably has to crash through some of them on his way to Combee. Well, this is what Troy meant when he said ‘anything in your way’.
As he nears Mellona, he does as before and pops up off of the ground, leaping at her like he’s grown a pair of wings.
Troy returned Shuckle to his pokeball. A battle like this was not one he could be proud of, much less a contest he could be proud of. Miss after miss, and outdone as a performer in most if not all aspects. He felt like he owed Antoinetta an apology for his earlier suggestion. Of course, battling was an important aspect of contests, but it still felt like a one-sided stipulation he imposed on her.
Netty kept her composure before the cheering crowd - outwardly, anyway. The result was far from a surprise, but the applause towards Troy sounded like mockery towards her. It hadn't been Mel's fault, or her own, just a bad match-up. The problem was, the crowd surely wouldn't see it that way. The crowd would see someone beating them at their own game.
Stepping forward and crouching, she broke her uncharacteristic silence as she returned the fainted Combee. "You did great, Mel, that was quite a show." She kept her eyes on the Pokeball clenched in her trembling hand as she stood. She couldn't look at the audience, or at her victorious opponent.
Troy walks up to Antoinetta and silently offers her a handshake. Bringing herself to meet his gaze, Antoinetta wore her grin like a mask. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." She put on that self-assured tone as she shook his hand. "Not bad for a non-coordinator, but next time there's a test like this, I'll be the one who's centre stage."
In spite of how he felt, Troy kept to his typical frowning poker face, cold and impersonal. To make mention of his earlier proposition would, at least in Troy’s mind, be an insult to Antoinetta, as if to say that she wasn’t cut out to be a contest performer who can handle a battle and a performance without the compromise of either. Although he certainly tried, he couldn't think of anything worth saying. Without waiting for a reply, or saying anything herself, Antoinetta hurried to the healing machine. No way would she hang around and listen to what the audience had to say about their handshake. Cheeks burning, she stared at her feet as she waited for the healing process to finish, trying not to think of the inevitable judgements from everyone. The other students, Tessa, Caprea.
As soon as the telltale beep sounded, she took back the Pokeball. "I'm sorry, Mel," she whispered. She couldn't let herself and her Pokemon down like that again.
Troy took a deep breath, a mental reset, before following suit.
@luckyblackcat I'll take care of it.
Added onto the collab @LuckyBlackCat, figure it could be good to keep it going a little for readability purposes in back-and-forth interactions.
@luckyblackcat @wisteria Responded in the collab, sorry for the wait.
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