[battlefactories]

#BATTLEFACTORIES:  an independent and private dual-muse roleplay blog featuring factory heads noland and thorton of the pokémon franchise. written by ASH 🐇 ( thirty-four, she/her, est ). previously found on noitxll and analuein.

rules  noland info  thorton info  guests  inbox prompts  promo

[battlefactories]

STOP WHAT UR DOING AND LOOK AT WHAT RAE SENT ME

[riammleague]

indie // selective // pokemon fan region multimuse

Gym Leaders: Lima // Paisley // Marigold // Holly // Wade // Zero // Fiona // Davies Elite Four: [Coming Soon] Terrance // Wanda // Ember // Paige Champion: Pietro Other: Professor Cedar

nav: ask // rules about riamm →

[raelium]

@battlefactories

Scruffs them.

[battlefactories]

when noland fights or spars, he utilizes a lot of grappling and throwing martial arts techniques. his moves are broad, and he prioritizes putting up a good defense while he analyzes his opponent, and waits for the opening to grab and either immobilize or throw them.

standing at around 5'9" / 175cm and weighing 165lb / 75kg ( give or take ) noland is also trained to box and does so in the super middleweight class. as a boxer, he is considered a well-rounded fighter that can keep his distance, move his body easily and deliver powerful blows, falling into the category of a boxer-puncher style fighter.

in both scenarios however, he is a high-stamina heavy-hitter with the glaring drawback of being slow. this is due, in part, to staying in his head and overanalyzing his, and his opponent's, movement. muscle memory will always be faster than conscious thought, but no matter how much he trains it, relying on muscle memory completely is something that noland is not yet able to do.

the act of fighting someone else is actually deeply personal to him, and he's always not only strategizing in the moment, but attempting to understand and get to know who he is fighting, and what they might be feeling, by studying how they move and carry themselves. this can be, and often is, more insightful to him than conversation.

[yocalio]

TWISTERS (2024) Dir. Lee Isaac Chung

[battlefactories]

there actually is a bunch of battle frontier merch out there, scott made sure of that. there are things like posters, t-shirts, pins, lanyards, charms and stickers. there are even some specialty items like symbol cases, and vs recorder cases, as sinnoh's prints are digital.

some simply sport logos, like the frontier's logo, or the symbols found in hoenn, while others feature facility aethetics, the brains themselves, or some of their pokemon that challengers might see a lot of — like lucy's seviper, spenser's slaking, or palmer's dragonite. for the battle factory enthusiasts out there, there's a blind bag option for pokemon goodies. scott is still really proud of thinking that one up. everything is sold in various shops on the island in hoenn, and in a few stalls in the square in sinnoh.

currently, scott's trying to get a feel for the demand for adorable plushies, for the kicks, and undeniably, the bucks. he's gotten a bit of pushback on it though, most notably from brains like lucy and thorton ( those party poopers always start seething about it when he brings it up) it doesn't deter him from his lofty marketing goals, though — he knows he can't win 'em all.

[battlefactories]

the battle factories of hoenn and sinnoh share a pokémon storage system of their own. it was designed through the combined efforts of noland and thomas with the opening of the sinnoh location, with a few minor adjustments and recommendations from the likes of bill, scott, and a few others.

the reason that their own pc network was created originally was to supply thomas with pokémon missing from his roster ( he essentially rented his own rentals for a while as he captured amd trained more and more pokémon ) but it soon became a lifeline for managing the pokémon of both facilities, as they share a combined total that nears — if not, surpasses — 1,000 registered pokémon. when a factory head captures and registers a pokémon, it's information is stored in the system for both to access, and the pokémon may be transferred or borrowed for the sake of training, evolution, filling in roster gaps, or to supply a facility with one of the species if it's original one is unable to battle for any reason.

with it, pokémon are stored and easily transferred, and users can communicate with one another through video chatting, like the more typical pc systems. however, the only two possible points of origin are the hoenn battle factory and the sinnoh battle factory. it was programmed with their very specific needs in mind, and does not share a network with any laboratories, pokécenters or rotomis, unless overridden by one of the heads. pokémon registered to this system can be tracked via a pokéball monitor that provides it's geographical coordinates, to ensure that they are not stolen from facilities, intercepted during transfer, or otherwise lost in some way.

naturally, this storage system is also linked with the two facility's pokémon randomization systems, as well as the physical standby units where the pokémon are kept. vitals of the pokémon assigned to it are also constantly monitored while they are in a pokéball that is docked in the storage bay. this information can be accessed through the approved deceives, and will provide notifications to the administrator if their attention is needed. mobile optimization provided by thorton allows for this information to be received through any device, as it was limited to just the main computer in its earlier builds.

the only ones with total access to the system are the factory heads themselves — noland, thomas and thorton.

because it is such a big system, apprentices and care-takers have been employed by both facilities — like sergio in hoenn and rosaline and wyatt in sinnoh — as well as various medical technicians employed hourly by pokécenters that help to oversee the wellness of the pokémon. a certain level of experience in the fields of software programming, cyber security and pokémon biology are required to be employed in one of these positions.

these users have very limited access to the storage system. they can withdraw and deposit pokémon for feeding, wellness checks, grooming, ect, and access their records, but they cannot register new pokémon, transfer between facilities, or remove them from the premises. greater access can be granted, however.

[battlefactories]

took such a sound nap that it's got him pondering which year — no, which universe — he's woken up in.

[pokemonarchive]

Battle Frontier (2008) - Pokémon Platinum © Pokémon / Nintendo / Creatures / GAME FREAK

[s-nnoh]

[cosmoxdrome]

Proton cracked his knuckles as Noland spit on the ground, taking the display as him accepting the challenge. Then he raised his fists and got into a fighting stance, awaiting Noland's first punch— He wanted to see what this bastard was capable of.

And he didn't have to wait long. When Noland charged him, Proton stepped back and narrowly dodged the uppercut. Though no blow was taken, Proton noted how deceptively fast Noland was. It looked like Proton was in for a real challenge with this one.

Good.

“Nice try!” Proton laughed, pulling back and throwing a punch of his own in return.

[battlefactories]

noland thinks quick, he knows what he needs to do. he lunges out to catch the punch by the arm, visualizing the satisfying thudding of proton's back against solid ground when he's thrown. but something goes wrong. proton is too fast, or his punching too curved, noland blinked and he missed it — something.

he doesn't have the time to analyze the maneuver because the next thing noland notices is the connection. the crack of his jaw, the blood in his mouth.

"son of a bitch!" he roars, staggering backward, but he does not dare tear his eyes away from his assailant for even a second, now on high alert for another blindingly quick strike, or anything else as slick that this guy might be capable of. noland hasn't underestimated his opponent, not even for a second — he knows better than to do anyone the disservice — but the ruthlessness behind the attack hardens noland's resolve. no more screwin' around.

"yeah, yeah, you hit pretty hard, for a schoolyard bully, that is," scratch that, he will still be screwing around some. he smirks tightly, hunches his torso downward, regains his senses, "y'need some pocket change too, brother? that what this is about?"

he's off like a shot, charging proton again, not to strike him, but to secure him, the working muscles of noland's arms straining as he grips the other's torso harder, and harder still, within the staunch claws of his vice grip.

"COME AND GET IT, THEN!" comes noland's triumphant thundering when proton is lifted off of his feet for a blink, and is unceremoniously tossed against the ground. and it felt even better than he imagined.

noland's gruff, scowling image inspects the heap as he backs off by a few tense steps, chest rising and falling with deep, grounding breaths. he may have only prodded the beedrill's nest with the stunt, yet he buzzes with pride and the rush of adrenaline — and how could he not, with his move going off without a hitch? 's whatcha get, damn punk.

[battlefactories]

brother is absolutely plugged into the battle dome's jumbotron with only one thing on his mind: BALL!!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR TEACHABLE MOMENTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you're not doing it right.

i'm just going to sit here and watch you.

that's not how it works.

all right, since you're such an expert, why don't you show me?

let me know when you need my help.

is that the best you've got?

you're holding it all wrong.

try to swing your sword.

was that you trying?

i've never done this before.

i look like a fool.

you're getting the hang of it!

you know what they say, practice makes perfect.

i'm never going to be ready in time.

let me walk you through it.

this is where you went wrong.

watch how i do this.

see? it's not so bad!

i feel like i'm making a fool of myself.

who taught you how to do this?

i wish i had more confidence in myself.

i'm never going to get it.

try again. harder this time.

put your back into it.

that was weak.

i expected better of you.

you've really disappointed me today.

it's easier to just give up.

hold it like this instead.

watch me, and then you try.

who taught you to hold it like that?

no no, you're doing it all wrong.

see? a little practice always helps.

keep going. don't stop until you've perfected it.

i'm going to leave and come back, and you'd better be ready by then.

again. do it again.

i'm not giving up on you.

maybe i wasn't meant to do this.

maybe i'll let someone else handle this.

this is too complicated for me.

you're not giving yourself enough credit.

you came this far. don't give up now.

i believe in you.

i know you can do it.

if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.

the last person i taught was your mother.

the last person i taught was your father.

you're just as stubborn as they were.

i'm not letting you give up this easily.

a little hard work, and you'll get it.

i always believed in you from day one.

see that? that's where you're aiming.

deep breath in, deep breath out.

you're stronger than you think.

if you give up, you'll never forgive yourself.

a lot of people are counting on you.

everything rides on your shoulders.

they need you to learn this.

this is the only way you're going to prove yourself.

prove them wrong.

[battlefactories]

what enters the room before you do?

THE HUMOR  you arrive sideways. a half-smile. well-timed comment. an ease that curves the energy of the room just enough to make it livable. you don't force attention, you invite it, lightly. humor is how you test the ground. how you check for safety. how you step into spaces without startling yourself. people think it's effortless. it's not. it's perceptive. strategic. kind. and when you drop the humor — when your voice steadies and the joke doesn't come — people listen. because they know now: this matters. colours: soft gold, muted coral, cigarette smoke grey scene: sitting at a crowded table, laughter blooming around you, eyes briefly serious when no one's looking.

[draconscious]

"noland! this is embarrassing, this is--!"

clair's hisses fall on deaf ears as noland tugs her through the bemused audience. yes, he'd read her mind--an escape from scott's conference was always the plan--but the factory head was going about this with all the grace of a bumbling rhyhorn. people are staring! you're making a scene!

(after all, as confident and cool as she can be, clair is still not used to just...taking what she wants. going where she pleases. blame her discipline, her childhood, clan traditions.)

the exit door to the battle dome slides closed behind them, and the blackthorn gym leader immediately jerks her wrist away with a huff. "what is your problem? grabbing me like a brute...you have no grace," she snaps, fixing her cape angrily. with a huff, clair turns to face her grinning 'savior,' hands sternly on hips. "for your information? I'm perfectly capable of seeing myself out. I don't need to be escorted."

however, noland's high spirits, coupled with the comforting sea breeze blowing across the frontier--it really is a lovely day out--do much to cool clair's flaring temper. after a few deep breaths, she shakes her head.

"when I came out here to your battle frontier, I wasn't expecting to be shoved into some auditorium by some unprofessional big shot. what's with his shirt...?" she grouses, failing to see the irony in her own unique dress. still, a note of begrudging curiosity flickers within those icy blue eyes as clair takes in the unique structures surrounding them with a fair degree of skepticism. "you talk so highly of this place. what's so special about it? I'm not impressed...yet."

[battlefactories]

"whoa, whoa, whoa! first of all," noland starts, suddenly stern, but he isn't actually as fired up as he sounds, evident by his still lopsided grin that he just can't help as he points back toward the door. flustering clair was — just as he thought — too easy, and far too much fun, "bro has his own line of those shirts. wearin' 'em is just a shameless form of advertising, ergo, totally professional."

"so you ain't impressed with all the flair," he shrugs, unsurprised to learn what clair sees — or doesn’t see — in the place, "I hear ya. just means you know how to have a white hot battle without all of it, yeah?"

from here, on the immense hill of the battle dome, noland can make out the shape of the battle factory in the distance, occasionally billowing with a busy burst of steam, and he instinctively beams with pride, even if the simmering skeptic beside him doesn't quite get it. and how could she, with how little she's experienced?

"I could tell ya what's so special. but I won't. you wouldn't like anything I have to say anymore than you did the big guy up there. wanna know why?" he smirks boldly, leaning in close as if about to confide in her a secret.

"cause it'd be a waste of breath — y'learn that stuff by doin'. y'see it for yourself. heh, it's a good thing I'm the one taking you under my wing here, or ya might still be half asleep in there with some of the folks that think otherwise. so, like, you're welcome," and with that he's metaphorically taken off once again, eyes alight with a daring mischief, "so what'll it be? gonna keep side-eyein' the sights, or are ya gonna shake yourself loose and have a battle our way?"

[s-nnoh]