Johto's Champion

"I've been waiting! I knew one with your skill would eventually reach me. There is nothing to say! We must battle to determine who is stronger! The dragon master is here!"

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Broadcast| Lance & Ariana

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The elevator doesn’t stir right away. But five or ten minutes later it re-opens, the woman from below making an appearance with a luxray on alert, narrow-eyed, but not exactly relaxing at the mess of a scene the pair end up on.

Natsumi stands cautiously, peering out to the quiet disaster—and then spotting Lance not too far off. She’s careful with her steps, knocking aside pieces of wood and avoiding clumps of stone where she can. 

“They really tried to go for you, didn’t they?” If this mess was them, and that arm she sees now, the smear of red visible on his clothing. Her nose crinkles, and she looks off then, seeing the man’s body not that far off. Unconscious, but not dead, she has to assume.

“What do you want to do? Call the police ask them to bring a medic? We can’t leave you like that.” She looks to Lance’s wound in indication, her hands wrapping around her arms. “And I don’t want us to get ambushed if there’s more of them,” she adds in hushed tone, pinching at her bottom lip.

Lance winced as he clumsily tried to patch up his wound. Learning to patch up wounds would be a valuable skill if he were to continue this. Regardless he spent his time making a crude sort of bandaging around his arm, and tightened it to stop the flow of blood.

This would have to do for now.

He turned back towards the Elevator that had gotten a bit wrecked in the short yet intense battle. Perhaps one of his Dragonites could put some effort and find a way back down into the base? There was so much he needed to check...this was the first time in many months since he’s found another “active” Team Rocket base. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip from his-

“We can’t leave you like that.”

Her words snapped Lance back into reality. His arm was throbbing in pain, Kur was lying unconscious on the ground covered in debris, and the stranger’s unconscious body was near. 

“.......You’re right. Yes...of course you’re right.” Lance looked down to the floor. He let out a long sigh as he turned back towards Kur and retrieved him back into the Pokeball. He pulled out another that held his Altaria and released her, and motioned for her to carry the Stranger’s unconscious body.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done Natsumi... This had turned out to be...quite the mess hasn’t it?”

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crimscned‌:

❄ Having relaxed a bit, Red could begin to think about training Prince. The Dragon-type was rather timid around others, but Red found that he opened up more as time went on. Red wondered how Prince would react, meeting such a powerful trainer like Lance. Though he was like a big brother to Red, Prince might get nervous around him.

❄ “Prince… is a little shy,” Red admitted. “M-maybe… when he evolves.”

“Of course anytime you’d like.”

It was nice to hear from Red after a while.  After the two had reconnected back then, he couldn’t help but feel slightly worried that he would never hear from the young trainer again. Lance was thankful that he had given them his contact information before they separated.

“With a trainer as talented as yourself. I do not doubt that he’ll become a fine and worthy contender in the future. Perhaps I should be worried.”

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Broadcast| Lance & Ariana

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Draco meteor had a possibility to bring down the rickety old house, it’s true, but when hurricane is spun off, a hard-hitting move that doesn’t care for much else than decimating, such a powerful flying-type attack is a risky alternative to use in a normal, common house.

The haunter gets swept up, but so do other things—broken wood and rubble, and the ceiling above their heads tears apart to send a whirlwind of a mess that may not just affect the opposition.

But the man does get thrown back and knocks unconscious when his head slams into a chair, and the haunter—they’re nowhere to be seen, until they re-appear with vicious intent, glowing with a white ring that surrounds Kur.

Destiny Bond.

With it in place, it’s Lance that they go for, a raised claw held out to slash at him.

Damn.

Lance raised his arms reflexively to brace for the attack. Kur quickly turned and move forward to attack the Haunter and protect Lance, but his movement were too slow and Lance received a vicious slash from their claws. 

He gritted his teeth in pain, and before he could order Kur to stop, the enraged Dragonite attacked the Haunter once more with a blast of lightning. The dragon type’s anger ended when the Destiny Bond took it’s place causing him to collapse onto the ground in a slump.

“Well this could’ve gone a lot smoother....” Lance said to nobody in particular before wincing as he held his now bloody arm. He’d have to have Kur some more accurate and less destructive moves...this was careless of him. 

His attention went towards the unconscious attacker. He’d have to deal with him after he had his wounds taken care of.  Lance could do this with one arm right?

[dragonchampion-hgss]

Superstition | Lance & Morty

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It was when they stepped inside that their surroundings had seemingly returned to normal. The squeaking cries of the wooden floorboards, the drip-drop sound of rain falling through the cracks in the ceiling and the layers of dust that accumulated on almost every surface; all of it was a noticeable difference from the changes that occurred outside. Morty almost wanted to step back outside just to make sure he hadn’t been imagining things. 

The cottage itself reminded him of every other abandoned building he had ventured through before. The Burned Tower back in Ecruteak had similar features, save for the ashes and the scorched remains, but there was something else about this place that set it apart from the historic ruins.

The desolate building was a suitable place for wild Pokémon taking shelter from the storm. A shadow of what appeared to be a wild Sentret scurrying away vanished into the darkness after the flash of lightning illuminated the house for a second, followed by the echoes of its quick footsteps. Trails of footprints, likely from a pack of Rattata, were scattered across the dusty floor paired with crumbs of food. The corners of the ceiling bore cobwebs, old and new for the dozens of Spinarak that Morty could see in the dark.

“At least we’re not alone here.” He mentioned in an attempt to lighten the mood a little, although the wild Pokémon’s presence did help to quell his uneasiness just a little. “I wonder when this place was last occupied by humans? I don’t think I have any furniture quite this old.” He noted an antiquated sofa in the sitting area that was faded and dusty, but in otherwise good condition.

“I don’t know.” Lance replied simply as he walked further into the building, producing a small flashlight from his waist and shone it around the old building. The Elders have all said that the building had stood there before even they were born. Who knew how long a building such as this had stood?

There were no signs of the Modern Day laying it’s touch upon this part of the forest. No electricity and no technology...the house was almost empty with the exception of a few statues and wooden furniture.

Oh and the pile of rocks in the center that resembled a tower.

Lance stepped towards the tower, missing the Odd looking Keystone on the ground as he placed a hand on the dusty stones. 

“The last time I came here...I had actually mustered enough courage to enter this building. As a young child I swore I could’ve heard....voices coming from this.” Lance murmured before looking back at Morty.

“Though I don’t ever recall there being a spacing here. In fact the tower had stood quite intact. Without a single stone misplaced...had someone moved it?”

[dragonchampion-hgss]

"If you think about it, dragons hatch from eggs, right? I think that's what makes an Exeggutor a dragon type."

“But all pokemon hatch from eggs...”

[dragonchampion-hgss]

alolan exeggutor are the best dragons of all dragons

“Are we even sure it really is a dragon? Are we 100% sure?”

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"This made me think of you. Merry Christmas, Lance." A plastic figurine of an Alolan Exeggutor that stands not much taller than a desk lamp is presented to the champion, wrapped in tissue paper. If he takes a closer look, he'll find that the neck comes apart from its body and turns into a pen.

“I….I see. Thank you very much Morty. Truly…I uh…appreciate your gift.”

“Yes…especially the Alolan Exeggutor. My favorite.”

[yuunos]

I actually like Lance’s new design a lot

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❄ event: pyukumuku panic

❄ Red didn’t remember why they were a boss at the Battle Tree. It was pretty clear that they weren’t qualified for the position- after all, they hadn’t done anything to earn it. Red wasn’t on the Hall of Fame’s list of champions (they’d checked the PC just to make sure), and they certainly didn’t have any badges. They were just a wandering trainer, traveling the world with their Pokémon friends and immersing themselves in the beauty of nature- all while documenting their experiences on a personal blog.

❄ Pikachu, however, kept insisting that Red return to the Battle Tree with Green, where they belonged. ‘Come on! We became champions together! Don’t you remember?’ But Red simply had no memory of that ever happening, wondering why their best friend kept asking them about it. Pikachu eventually realized that asking Red about it constantly wouldn’t jog their memory, so he decided to leave the issue alone for the time being.

❄ Red now finds themselves on a short cliff, overlooking a beautiful Alolan beach. Red’s eyes widen, taking in all the sights: the Pikipek sneaking around, hoping to snatch snacks from unsuspecting beachgoers; the Sandygast blending in with the kids’ sand castles; and the Pyukumuku being tossed around. “Pikaaaa!” the little electric mouse cries out, in awe of the view. The beach truly is one of the most beautiful things about Alola.

❄ One of the kids, Red notices, is fascinated by the Pyukumuku, holding one in his hands- though Red can sense that the Pyukumuku is a little bit bothered from being handled. “They’re so COOL!” he exclaims, showing one off to his friends. “I wish I could play with them even more!”

❄ Suddenly, a huge wave begins to form in the distance. The lifeguard calls the swimmers to shore, making sure everyone is safe. As the wave crashes on the sand and recedes, hundreds of Pyukumuku begin to swarm the beach, squirming, bouncing around, until it becomes impossible for anyone to move freely. Several Pyukumuku nuzzle against the boy’s legs, tickling him with their slimy bodies and causing him to giggle. But the other beachgoers, and even the boy’s friends, are clearly horrified.

❄ Red, of course, finds all of this amusing, and writes down their observations in their journal, chuckling to themselves as the lifeguards beg for help. Pikachu isn’t sure what to do, since he knows from experience that messing with a Pyukumuku can be dangerous. So he peeks his head around, wondering if any other travelers notice the commotion.

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Lance leaned backwards to dodge as another fist shaped object flew out of the Pyukumu’s mouth. 

“Now. Now that’s enough of that. Can you not see I am trying to help?”  Lance gently scolded the pokemon who only jiggled angrily in response. One of the locals had warned him that touching their mouths or spikes, but he didn’t remember touching any of them. 

No matter how luxurious or comfortable a Hotel might be, there was a limit to how long someone was willing to sit around and do nothing. Lance had reached that limit a while ago, and had left the area to pursue some fun.  This was his vacation and he was going to enjoy it the way he wanted.

Sooner or later the Champion found himself assisting some locals with a small job. Apparently it was a local custom to walk around and throw the Pyukumuku back into the Ocean to prevent them from starving. 

Despite this he couldn’t help but feel somewhat worried as he launched the Pyukumuku back into the Ocean. Was this really safe? He wasn’t actually hurting them was he?

Any worries were immediately dispelled when a bigger one quick arose. 

“Oh my god.”

Lance stared in silence as a massive wave spilled over and brought forth a massive collection of Pyukumuku in the distance. Quickly he ran over to see if he could do anything.

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❄ Red nodded quietly to themself. Lance obviously couldn’t see it, but this was the reaction they’d hoped for. “Mhm. In Kalos. M-made friends… with a Goomy,” Red explained, speaking slowly over the phone as they often did. But it was always so their thoughts came across as clearly as possible. “Name is Prince…. But Green. Thinks Prince… is gross.”

❄ And it was with that word that Red knew they could elicit a further emotional response. They’d already started training Prince and learning how he liked to battle. Red learned that Prince liked battling in the rain. Sure enough, upon checking the Pokédex, they’d figured out that Prince’s special ability was Hydration- the ability to heal status conditions in rain. “Green… he’ll be s-sorry when Prince… becomes strong,” Red insisted with a huff in their voice that was a little bit faked for emphasis, but their frustration with Green was real. It wasn’t Red’s fault that Green couldn’t appreciate the beauty of a Pokémon like Goomy.

Lance looked over at a the small goomy figure he had received from the Champion of Kalos, when he had first met them. When he had first seen the Dragon Type, needless to say he had been quite enthralled.

It was unlike any type of Dragon he had seen...and he wanted one.

Sadly the duties of a Champion, hardly left him enough free time to go search for one on his own. He had heard that the pokemon was rather difficult to locate...

“To think that you’ve gotten a Goomy of your own! I’m sure they’ll become a powerful companion in the future! Perhaps the next time we meet, you could introduce me.”

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Broadcast| Lance & Ariana

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The elevator was indeed reluctant to go anywhere at that moment, and so went the same for the weezing. She wraps her arms around her waist, mouth pressing tight at the prospect of being left downstairs, not knowing what was going on, this whole situation they were now in.

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“Well...well...well...it certainly has been a while.”

3 long months of searching through old Rocket Hideouts. Following rumors of members currently trying to bring back Team Rocket, and have Giovanni as their leader once more. All of them yielding nothing. All of them lies.

It’s certainly has been a while since he’s last had an encounter such as this. Though the idea of him making a mistake did cross Lance’s mind. Perhaps there was the chance this man wasn’t a Team Rocket Member? It would be best if he kept the man alive and conscious anyways.

Hyper Beaming him was out of the option. Draco Meteor would just bring down the whole building. Perhaps Kur wasn’t the most useful choice out of all his Dragonites.

Regardless.

“Hurricane!”

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Superstition | Lance & Morty

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“No, thank you. I’m fine.” He lied, throwing a hand up in refusal. Mostly, he didn’t want to be an inconvenience to him, but he felt hesitant to accept the offer. A cape would just look silly on himself and he lacked the cool aura of a dragon trainer to pull it off.

The sight of a rustic cottage up ahead brought a feeling of relief in him, if only to escape the unpleasant weather before the rain should fall on them. A light drizzle crept in on them as they drew closer to the house, but just as Morty could make out the cracks in the glass windows from where he stood, the fog suddenly became thicker and enveloped them.

Before he knew it, the forest was turning pitch black. The trees seemed to blend into the dark sky and erased their outlines. Only the clouds of fog were visible to them and the wind had quieted down. As this was happening, Morty froze in place, watching the house disappear into the darkness and kept his senses alert for any changes.

“Please. I insist.”

Lance offered the cape up once more, but his ghostly comrade seemed quite adamant on his choice on the offer. With a small frown Lance applied the cape back onto himself as they walked closer to the House.

It was around this time that the entire place had gone completely silent. The roaring storm and winds that was heard before had vanished immediately leaving nothing but the sound of their breathing and footsteps.

“I must admit...no matter how many time I have returned back here. This place never fails to give me the chills. Shall we begin?”

Lance started to walk forward and into the castle, unaware of the shadow looking behind the tree next to him.

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【 better together 】clair & lance

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      He keeps talking nonsense and it’s driving her crazy. She can’t hold back her tears, or her anger, or the once-fond memories of them as children.  Everything went ass up and it was his fault.  It had to be. He was always the favorite, everyone’s number one, and she was nothing.  She was nothing.

      “Do you think I enjoy this?  Do you assume I want us to treat each other like this?  What the hell is going on Clair?!”  Lance threw his hands into the air.  Put a hand over his face, took a deep breath.  Clair’s lip quivered and she bit the inside of her cheek, this close to biting back with yet another hurtful experience he’d made her go through.  “…I’m so sick of this Clair.  I know it may be hard to believe, but there’s nothing more in the world that I dislike than this.”

      When he looks at her, Lance’s golden eyes are liquid, his face haggard.  She’d never before seen her cousin look like this.  Exhausted, defeated, his expression was of a man much older than his years.  “Talk?” she asked, incredulous.  A pang goes through her heart and it’s all Clair can do to not burst into tears.  She choked back a sob and shook her head.  “There’s no such thing.  Not in this family.”

      Clair’s blue eyes pierce into Lance’s gold, hoping to find something other than sadness, wanting to find something, anything, she could hold on to to justify her rampaging emotions.  But there was nothing.  “We can’t—there’s no going back—” she started, her voice cracking, breaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks.  She remembered him discussing their duel, always their duel, how she won, how she beat him.  But never about the aftermath.  Never about their grandfather’s casual abandonment.

      She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.  Stared at Lance through watery eyes.  “You don’t know,” she said, voice faltering.  “After all this time, you really don’t know?  How can this be?”  Clair sobbed despite herself, wrapping her arms around her and holding herself tight. She was a little girl again: sad, alone, and afraid.

      She turned her head into her elbow, voice thick with tears.  “Grandfather, the elders, they didn’t care about me.  You were always the favorite.  I was just, just, just a disappointment to them, I wasn’t anything, I wasn’t capable like you were, or as talented, or smart.”  Clair clenched her eyes tight.  Everything hurt.  Why couldn’t it have been her?  Why did they not care about her?  She tried—oh, gods, she tried so hard, did everything she could—but it was never good enough.  She’d never be good enough.

      Sobbing, Clair turned away from her cousin.  She didn’t want to be here anymore.  She wanted to hide, to run away and never look back. Become a hermit where she wouldn’t let anyone down ever again.  “You were my everything,” she whispered.  “But you left me.  You took everything and you left me.”

“....What?”

Lance knew well how callous and cold his Grandfather could be... He had known this and learned this when he was a young boy, yet he always knew that his Grandfather had acted in such a manner for the benefit of the Clan. To hear her speak about him like that...to hear the way how they treated her. He couldn’t believe it.

Yet the way Clair was speaking was all the proof Lance needed.

Lance raised a hand to place a hand on her shoulder but hesitated at the last second. No...someone as proud as her would never accept sympathy from someone like him. Knowing Clair it was probably tearing her to even be speaking about this in the first place.

But they were talking...

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to feel.

But what he did know was that he didn’t want things to end here.

“....I’m sorry Clair...you must’ve gone through so much, and I didn’t even realize the whole time.”

There was so much more he wanted to say. So much more he wanted to ask and talk about, but for now he had only one thing to say.

“Thank you for speaking with me. It must’ve been difficult...to be alone for so long.”

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Broadcast| Lance & Ariana

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She takes a step forward, but an obvious issue becomes very clear when one looks past the figures of the dragonite and Lance, sees the interior of the elevator, and…

“Are we all going to fit…?” She lifts her head to try and look, her previous suggestion now not seeming very smart. Not to say, with that weezing still sitting in the lift…

But then, the red light that had lit up before suddenly glows once more, the doors of the elevator slowly beginning to close— and while she squeaks as she sees it, “oh!”, she isn’t anywhere as near to it as Lance is to try and stop it.

Will he? Or will he allow the weezing to return back upstairs?

“Kur!”

Though Kur specifically orientated himself towards more special attacks, that was not to say that he was physically incapable. Kur reached over and grabbed the elevator doors and forcibly pried them open. Perhaps the Elevator would not be going anywhere now.

Lance walked forward as Kur let out a blast of lightning to make sure the Wheezing didn’t try to explode out of desperation. The two has had enough experience dealing with pokemon like these.

“...Then perhaps you should stay down here. I’ll just have to confront this man on my own.”

[deremords-blog]

Purple Chatots - Spring Event

[dragonchampion-hgss]

deremords‌:

Wow. The fake offense actually…worked. Lysandre always knew he was a good liar – he had to be, with his previous place in the world, as well as with his plans with Team Flare. He had to keep lying and lying and lying…but he never knew he could make something as absolutely ridiculous as this sound proper.

“Lis’n, Ah’m sorrey I snap’d at’chu. Ah don’ righ’ wan’ our alliance tah be host’l. Bu’cher right. Les’ get walkin’.” As he finished his sentence he began to walk, taking just a bit of pleasure in the sound of his footsteps in the grass; the rustle, the swish, the breathy movements. Maybe, despite his lack of knowledge on the matter of the woods, this would not be so bad.

At least he could enjoy the outside without feeling absolutely and totally desperate for food, shelter or other basic necessities (that he didn’t really quite deserve). If the only cost was…this ridiculous accent that seemed to have Lance completely and absolutely fooled, then that’s a cost he would take. It was much better, smoother, nicer than the alternative.

“Yes! Of course! Let us set off immediately!”

In all honesty he was feeling quite giddy. It’s been a rare while since he’s last felt like this.  A rare moment away from his responsibilities to enjoy a nice healthy competition! He was pumped up! Ready to roll!

“I’ve some experience with woods like these. Not to be presumptuous but if you have any questions or any requests, then please feel free to let me know.” 

Lance followed after his rather tall companion as Fafnir continued to bother himself with Thierry. Today was a lovely day. Truly perfect weather for an event such as this. Even his companion seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Have you any experience with the outdoors?”

[dracometeored]

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❝ Hey, Mizu? … Mizu? ❞

Draze turned around, expecting to see his beloved Dragonite right nearby after noticing her footsteps had stopped. And she was. What he hadn’t been expecting was to see another Dragonite beside her. He blinked, standing in place, making sure he wasn’t seeing double, there really was another Dragonite there. It wasn’t like they were common Pokemon after all. 

After reassuring himself that his vision was fine, he found himself smiling as he walked back to her. Mizuchi was beaming, animated at the sight of another of her kind, wings flapping about. Hopefully the other dragon wouldn’t mind her enthusiasm. ❝ Found yaself a friend didn’t ya Mizu? ❞ Looking past he could see a man coming along, presumably it’s trainer. 

[dragonchampion-hgss]

Fafnir regarded the Dragonite with curiosity as he closely examined her. It was a rather big surprise to see another one, with the exception of his two brothers. In all honesty he had expected the next Dragonite he’d meet would belong to his trainer’s relative, but today he had met with a rather pleasant surprise.

Fafnir would have to show Lance. He let out a audible cry into the sky, to notify Lance to his position. 

Soon enough, Lance emerged from the shrubbery.

“What is it old friend? Have you found something....” His voice cut off when he took note of the Female Dragonite and the Trainer that stood by her side.

“...interesting?”

[dragonchampion-hgss]

Superstition | Lance & Morty

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fogbadge‌:

“Right.” Morty nodded slowly, sticking close to Lance as they began to walk together. He had hoped the champion’s presence would have put him more at ease, and it did to some extent. “It’s rather strange. I can sense the presence of something in this area.”

He paused to look around them, carefully watching for any changes to the atmosphere, of which there appeared to be none at the moment. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees remained present. The dense fog clouded around them as though they were to disappear behind it.

“I have a strong suspicion that this may be the work of a Pokémon.”

His body shivered when a huge gust of wind blew behind them, sending the ends of his scarf to fly about in the air in front of him. It was the wrong night for him to neglect to bring a coat. The wind was followed by a roar of thunder and a crack of lightning, illuminating the forest for a couple of seconds, though it was much too abrupt to get a good view of anything lurking within.

“Is that so?”

In honesty that theory was the most likely out of all of them. It was also the one that could be the most straightforward to deal with. Lance wasn’t sure if one could Hyperbeam a Human Spirit back into the afterlife. 

The closer they got to the end, the more the storm seemed to be getting stronger. He held fast as a sudden gust of wind blew through the duo. Morty seemed to be freezing. Lance took of the cape he was wearing and offered it to his companion.

“It’d do you no good to be in a state like that. Take this. We’re almost at the end anyways.”

He gestured towards the small building that could be seen a distance away.