(OOC: This is a private rp with myself and Dark soul. Don't post, but be welcome to read)
Bic:
Battling. Some view it as a necessitous, others find it barbaric. For quite a few of the colourful residents of Pokecharms though, it was wonderful entertainment. Especially when your friends are fighting. Throughout the rows of seats in the immense colosseum, a 13 year old boy sat, his shopping-trolley blue eyes alive with ecstasy at the sight of the brawl. His striped mareep horns protruded out of his mop of deep brown hair. His deep blue jeans were today without their matching hoodie, replaced by a black and gray striped one, along with a chess patterned vest. His drinks can had most likely been imprinted with his hand print, its exterior crushed by Indie's giddy tension. The two duelers in the, often literately, heated fight were two of Indie's friends. Blazi, the meelee loving Pokemon-halfer was brawling with another formidable Charmisan, Toru. The sword-wielding geokinetic was strong enough alone, but his advantage in the very field made him deadly. With a direct link to the Earth Goddess, the pebbled field blessed him with unlimited ammo. Blazi though, was holding his ground, ignited uppercuts followed each other in quick succession, forcing the sword wielder to keep dodging the flaming devils. Every so often, Blazi would jump back and launch a torrent of fire at Toru, but to no avail. The crowds "oohs" and "aahs" swooped between excited highs, when Toru would narrowly dodge a flame, or gasps and some scream when a pillar of fire rocketed off course into the crowd. And Indie loved every minute of it.
Indie strolled through the expansive exit gate, oblivious to the other spectators. Blazi and Toru were cooling off (again literally) in the changing rooms, so that ruled out seeing them for a while. He hadn't seen Tun that day, but then again, she was probably working on another sprite. Indie looked up from his phone to see if there was anyone of interest there. To his excitement, a tall caped figure stood apart from the crowd, playing half-heartedly with a current of lightning. It was Dark Soul, or Dark as many called him.
"Dark~" Indie giggled, attracting Dark's attention and a handful of strange stares from passers by.
Dark Soul beamed at Indie, and made his way towards the teenager. Overhead, dark grey clouds began to brood over an area of Charms.
"Looks like there's going to be storm tonight." Indie said, quieter this time. Dark merely smiled to himself.
The two walked towards an urban area of Pokecharms soon enough. The roads were quiet, likewise for the paths and the large television screen that presided over that street. While it usually broadcasted news, events and sometimes memes of chat, tonight it was silent.
"Y'know," Indie said "I've never been participant in a battle like that." He wondered to himself what it would be like to be a competitor in such a match. The urban setting began to fade into greener pastures now, allowing a view of the moon's reflection shimmering in the ocean's waters. Jetting up from the land was The Cliff. The Cliff was regarded by some as a perfect harmony of the elements. The raging waters crashed against the solid rock, the sun and the moon could be seen perfectly from its peak, lightning and thunder sometimes boomed through its crevices, animals and plantlife flourished on the landscape. All in all, it was very scenic.
Bic:
Battling. Some view it as a necessitous, others find it barbaric. For quite a few of the colourful residents of Pokecharms though, it was wonderful entertainment. Especially when your friends are fighting. Throughout the rows of seats in the immense colosseum, a 13 year old boy sat, his shopping-trolley blue eyes alive with ecstasy at the sight of the brawl. His striped mareep horns protruded out of his mop of deep brown hair. His deep blue jeans were today without their matching hoodie, replaced by a black and gray striped one, along with a chess patterned vest. His drinks can had most likely been imprinted with his hand print, its exterior crushed by Indie's giddy tension. The two duelers in the, often literately, heated fight were two of Indie's friends. Blazi, the meelee loving Pokemon-halfer was brawling with another formidable Charmisan, Toru. The sword-wielding geokinetic was strong enough alone, but his advantage in the very field made him deadly. With a direct link to the Earth Goddess, the pebbled field blessed him with unlimited ammo. Blazi though, was holding his ground, ignited uppercuts followed each other in quick succession, forcing the sword wielder to keep dodging the flaming devils. Every so often, Blazi would jump back and launch a torrent of fire at Toru, but to no avail. The crowds "oohs" and "aahs" swooped between excited highs, when Toru would narrowly dodge a flame, or gasps and some scream when a pillar of fire rocketed off course into the crowd. And Indie loved every minute of it.
Indie strolled through the expansive exit gate, oblivious to the other spectators. Blazi and Toru were cooling off (again literally) in the changing rooms, so that ruled out seeing them for a while. He hadn't seen Tun that day, but then again, she was probably working on another sprite. Indie looked up from his phone to see if there was anyone of interest there. To his excitement, a tall caped figure stood apart from the crowd, playing half-heartedly with a current of lightning. It was Dark Soul, or Dark as many called him.
"Dark~" Indie giggled, attracting Dark's attention and a handful of strange stares from passers by.
Dark Soul beamed at Indie, and made his way towards the teenager. Overhead, dark grey clouds began to brood over an area of Charms.
"Looks like there's going to be storm tonight." Indie said, quieter this time. Dark merely smiled to himself.
The two walked towards an urban area of Pokecharms soon enough. The roads were quiet, likewise for the paths and the large television screen that presided over that street. While it usually broadcasted news, events and sometimes memes of chat, tonight it was silent.
"Y'know," Indie said "I've never been participant in a battle like that." He wondered to himself what it would be like to be a competitor in such a match. The urban setting began to fade into greener pastures now, allowing a view of the moon's reflection shimmering in the ocean's waters. Jetting up from the land was The Cliff. The Cliff was regarded by some as a perfect harmony of the elements. The raging waters crashed against the solid rock, the sun and the moon could be seen perfectly from its peak, lightning and thunder sometimes boomed through its crevices, animals and plantlife flourished on the landscape. All in all, it was very scenic.