I'm calling you out, son. Here are the rules:
No Interference.
Posts must be at least 2-3 paragraphs long.
Minor healing is OK.
Absolutely NO God mode.
The battlefield will be the Dungeon Of No Return.
I'll be using Nightshade.
X-3!!!
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Way out in the deepest, darkest depths of a castle, no one knows where exactly, there was a dungeon. Not just any dungeon, mind you, this dungeon was darker than most. This dungeon was pitch-black except for the rows of torches aligned on the walls. This darkness made it perfect for rats and various bugs to live in and call home. Littered along the floors were the skeletons of brave warriors who tried to survive in this hellish dungeon and failed, their weapons also scattered along the floors, remaining untouched for centuries. However, two brave warriors would soon be fighting to the death in this very dungeon.
Suddenly, there were footsteps, gradually growing louder with each passing second. The footsteps belonged to a man of about medium height. The man also wore a tan ankle-length trenchcoat that covered most of his body, so very few people have seen his real face. The man carried a crowbar in his hand, the curved end speckled with dried bloodstains of his opponents. The man's name was Nightshade, and today he was going to fight an old "friend" of his. As Nightshade finally made his way to the dungeon floor, he patiently waited for his opponent to arrive.
Suddenly, there were footsteps, gradually growing louder with each passing second. The footsteps belonged to a man of about medium height. The man also wore a tan ankle-length trenchcoat that covered most of his body, so very few people have seen his real face. The man carried a crowbar in his hand, the curved end speckled with dried bloodstains of his opponents. The man's name was Nightshade, and today he was going to fight an old "friend" of his. As Nightshade finally made his way to the dungeon floor, he patiently waited for his opponent to arrive.
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OoC: I lied.
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The trainer bit his lip, as he held the letter in his left hand. In his right, a blue-colored Greatball wobbled, the creature inside begging to get out. "I'm sorry, bud, but...You're the best one to deliver this letter from that...X-3 guy." The trainer threw the ball, and it opened up, releasing the sealed creature into the world...
"Buizel!" the orange, otter-like Pokemon taunted after it was released from it's prison. The trainer glanced over the letter, before handing it to Buizel.
"You'll have to go in there and give it to...some guy named 'Nightshade' or something." the Trainer instructed, pointing to the castle that loomed above them. Buizel responded with shock, it's eyes widening dramatically.
"Buizel..."
"Don't worry, I know you can do it. I'll use the money from this delivery to buy some Lemonade for you. You like Lemonade a lot, don't you?"
"Buizel!" Buizel responded, nodding it's head.
"Alright. Put this small headphone in your ear: that way, I can communicate with you if something goes...wrong." The trainer stuck the small black object into Buizel's left ear. It was time for the delivery.
Buizel snatched the letter from his master, ran over to the castle doors, and swung them open...before disappearing into the darkness inside.
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Buizel jollily walked through the damp, rat-infested dungeon. The thought of drinking sweet lemonade overcame the creepy dungeon's atmosphere. Finally, a cloaked figure appeared before the otter Pokemon's eyes. Buizel stopped, while muttering a small, "Buizel..."
"You found him?" the trainer's voice rang in Buizel's ears, "If so, give it to him."
Buizel poked the cloaked man, who turned around, ready to swing his handlebar. When he saw it was not who he wanted to see, he grunted angrily, before accepting the letter from the strange Pokemon.
Dear...Nightshade, was it?
Thank you very much for inviting me to that battle deep in the castle
s dungeon. Only thing? My leg is still, you know, RECOVERING FROM WHEN YOU SNAPPED THEM LIKE TWIGS. So, can't make it. Feel free to challenge the one who gives you the letter, though. I'll give him extra if the Pokemon he sends out survives your wrath.
From,
X-3
The cloaked figure's eyes twitched with rage.
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The trainer bit his lip, as he held the letter in his left hand. In his right, a blue-colored Greatball wobbled, the creature inside begging to get out. "I'm sorry, bud, but...You're the best one to deliver this letter from that...X-3 guy." The trainer threw the ball, and it opened up, releasing the sealed creature into the world...
"Buizel!" the orange, otter-like Pokemon taunted after it was released from it's prison. The trainer glanced over the letter, before handing it to Buizel.
"You'll have to go in there and give it to...some guy named 'Nightshade' or something." the Trainer instructed, pointing to the castle that loomed above them. Buizel responded with shock, it's eyes widening dramatically.
"Buizel..."
"Don't worry, I know you can do it. I'll use the money from this delivery to buy some Lemonade for you. You like Lemonade a lot, don't you?"
"Buizel!" Buizel responded, nodding it's head.
"Alright. Put this small headphone in your ear: that way, I can communicate with you if something goes...wrong." The trainer stuck the small black object into Buizel's left ear. It was time for the delivery.
Buizel snatched the letter from his master, ran over to the castle doors, and swung them open...before disappearing into the darkness inside.
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Buizel jollily walked through the damp, rat-infested dungeon. The thought of drinking sweet lemonade overcame the creepy dungeon's atmosphere. Finally, a cloaked figure appeared before the otter Pokemon's eyes. Buizel stopped, while muttering a small, "Buizel..."
"You found him?" the trainer's voice rang in Buizel's ears, "If so, give it to him."
Buizel poked the cloaked man, who turned around, ready to swing his handlebar. When he saw it was not who he wanted to see, he grunted angrily, before accepting the letter from the strange Pokemon.
Dear...Nightshade, was it?
Thank you very much for inviting me to that battle deep in the castle
s dungeon. Only thing? My leg is still, you know, RECOVERING FROM WHEN YOU SNAPPED THEM LIKE TWIGS. So, can't make it. Feel free to challenge the one who gives you the letter, though. I'll give him extra if the Pokemon he sends out survives your wrath.
From,
X-3
The cloaked figure's eyes twitched with rage.
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Nightshade read the letter over and over until he became overcome with rage. The trench-coated warrior tightly clenched the letter in his right hand, now balled up into a fist. He then glared at the filthy dungeon walls and shouted, "X-3!!!! YOU BETTER PRAY TO GOD THAT YOU DON'T RECOVER ANYTIME SOON, BECAUSE AS SOON AS YOU DO, I'M GOING TO SHOVE MY CROWBAR SO FAR UP YOUR ASS, YOU'LL BE COUGHING UP BITS OF IRON FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!" in the loudest voice he could muster as he shook his fist violently at the dingy walls, the words of his violent rant still echoing through the dungeon.
When Nightshade finally calmed down, he reached into his trenchcoat and took out a pen and a piece of paper. He then wrote a letter back to X-3, which looked something like this:
Dear X-3,
You dirty son of a bitch, you tricked me! I swear to God, when you recover, you're going to learn the very definition of pain! In the meantime though, could you, I don't know, send a temporary replacement for me to fight?
Your Rival,
Nightshade.
Nightshade then folded the letter and gave it to the Buizel. "Here, take this back to X-3. And be sure he sees it." He dictated to the strange Pokemon. The Buizel then took the letter in his mouth and raced back to his trainer.
When Nightshade finally calmed down, he reached into his trenchcoat and took out a pen and a piece of paper. He then wrote a letter back to X-3, which looked something like this:
Dear X-3,
You dirty son of a bitch, you tricked me! I swear to God, when you recover, you're going to learn the very definition of pain! In the meantime though, could you, I don't know, send a temporary replacement for me to fight?
Your Rival,
Nightshade.
Nightshade then folded the letter and gave it to the Buizel. "Here, take this back to X-3. And be sure he sees it." He dictated to the strange Pokemon. The Buizel then took the letter in his mouth and raced back to his trainer.
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"Thank goodness for your nose, Buizel..." the Trainer commented upon the return of his Pokemon. "If it wasn't for my scent, you probably would have gotten lost...forever." Buizel pointed at the letter, trying to get his master to read it. "I can't, Buizel, reading it is just rude."
Eventually, the Trainer's curiosity overcame him, and he read it. "This Nightshade guy seems a bit vulgar...Well, time to de-"
Buizel pointed at the castle's large doors. It seemed as if he wanted to go back in...
"Wha? Buizel, our job is done. It's up to X-3 to decide if a replacement fighter will be sent out or not..."
The Pokemon and it's master argued for awhile.
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"Why am I here again...?" The trainer whined, as Buizel dragged him through the dungeon.
"Buizel!" Buizel commented, a sudden fierceness in his voice.
"Well, atleast making Luxio use Flash lightened this place up a bit...Though, I'm not sure if I wanted to see all of these weapons and skeletons..."
"Buizel..." Buizel stopped. The cloaked figure stood before them...
Eventually, the Trainer's curiosity overcame him, and he read it. "This Nightshade guy seems a bit vulgar...Well, time to de-"
Buizel pointed at the castle's large doors. It seemed as if he wanted to go back in...
"Wha? Buizel, our job is done. It's up to X-3 to decide if a replacement fighter will be sent out or not..."
The Pokemon and it's master argued for awhile.
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"Why am I here again...?" The trainer whined, as Buizel dragged him through the dungeon.
"Buizel!" Buizel commented, a sudden fierceness in his voice.
"Well, atleast making Luxio use Flash lightened this place up a bit...Though, I'm not sure if I wanted to see all of these weapons and skeletons..."
"Buizel..." Buizel stopped. The cloaked figure stood before them...