SILPH VS EVERYONE

SAME SHIT DIFFERENT EVENT

WHEN THE BELL RINGS FERNANDO CUTS LOOSE. The people are here for a show and he plays up the theatrics. MISTY TERRAIN sprouts from his shoulder like spread wings, tendrils of gaseous substance forming into the shape of Tapu Fini’s shell.

“Prepare yourselves trainers!”


His Tapu Fini remains poised. Despite three other Pokemon being called onto the field, the Pokemon remains still, staring straight ahead as it tunnels its focus into a CALM MIND.

“BATTLE ROUTINE SET!”

Fernando’s catchphrase erupts from the bottom of his soul. The crowd goes wild as he carries the narrative of the battle on shoulders burdened to win against all costs. His eyes narrow in as his arms come undone.

He points at the sky, drawing all eyes, before bringing his hand down to point forward.

“EXECUTE!”

NATURE’S MADNESS crackles from the Pokemon’s carapace like a natural defense, lashing out on anyone who dares to near. It ripples from the MISTY TERRAIN underneath the Pokemon as it gathers the magic all around them. For most, the attack is a new phenomenon, pink lightning exploding into glitter every time it sparks.

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SILPH VS EVERYONE

SAME SHIT DIFFERENT EVENT

EACH PARTY MAKES THEIR MOVE IN REAL TIME. For them, the battle may be clear cut but for Fernando, he has to effectively handle three opponents at once. While none are explicitly in cahoots with one another, all of their actions encroach onto the tempo he needs to set.

So what does he do when cornered?

Play up the crowd.

RAIN starts to drench the field in a light drizzle as storm clouds gather above. Each drop causes the ELECTRIC TERRAIN to sizzle as sparks catch on with spontaneous zaps. The MISTY TERRAIN comes to a halt where the two terrains meet but everyone can see—the rain allows the yellow to grow, pushing back pink inch by inch.

But they cannot spare any attention to the slow control Nelson starts to build up. Leaf demands his attention and Tapu Fini is quick to recline into its shell once the ground starts to tremor below them.

New life sprouts with a vengeance. The vines—an inappropriate name considering their size and girth—lash out in a frenzy. They slam into the PROTECTIVE barrier Tapu Fini erects, bouncing it like a ball, juggling it higher with every strike, until the Pokemon is thrown up into the sky.

“Tapu Fini! Wash them away!”

The call for SURF is far from effective. Against a grass, electric, and water type Pokemon, the move will do little. However, this is a show match before anything else. The audience demands a spectacle and what better than to show them the strongest reincarnation of the attack ever to be performed.

RAIN grows heavier as the downpour steepens. Grey clouds reflect the luminous ELECTRIC TERRAIN below. It’s CALM MIND allows the Pokemon to concentrate its power under the deluge to come, harvesting power from both the RAIN DANCE and its proximity to the ocean.

When its shell opens, the SURF comes out all at once. The type advantage might not be there but the sheer strength of the attack is reminiscent of God starting anew, purging the earth in a flood so vast that it spills off the ring in excess, splashing both challengers and audience alike.

Those who visit the Oceanic Museum later will find the Wailord show lacking in comparison.

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