Just hit it hard, she said. But this was probably going a bit overboard, wasn’t it? Violet watched as their self-proclaimed leader of sorts took charge again and hit the enemy Pokemon hard. Then, the others did too. Poipole watched intently what happened alongside her and it was a bit of a massacre. From her perspective, it looked like that Pokemon was already down for the count.
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Yet, she was supposed to hit it, still. And downed as it was, it probably could not make an exit anymore either. “Just hit it too,” she told the Poipole, shrugging. It once more beat the dead horse with a Dragon Pulse. If the trainer did not want it to die, they could always retrieve it. Not like it was her fault for following the rules.
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Once again, she shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck briefly. “Seems like that weird Target I grabbed earlier is actually as useless as it seemed. We only really used the gloves, didn’t we?”
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+ Poipole is complicit in murder with Dragon Pulse

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Andrea stared at the elegantly-dressed lady who looked pretty attractive for a woman her age and was probably adored by many younger men, then at the peculiar, one-eyed Pokémon she sent out. The challenge she laid out for them didn't make a lot of sense initially.

The draconic cosplayer sent out an Oricorio with a red and black plumage resembling a frilly flamenco dress. The avian dancer puffed up its chest and assumed a haughty expression, like an ill-tempered primadonna. As for Andrea, she made a face akin to this:



"A Pokémon without a type would be immune to super effective moves. Carmen could lose her Flying type if she used Roost, but she'd have to get hurt first. Even then she wouldn't really be 'typeless'. She'd still be a Fire type. Unless..."

Aha, a eureka moment! The dragon-hooded girl turned to the rest of her teammates, nervously scratching the side of her head. "So... This is gonna sound weird, but I need one of you guys to attack Carmen with Burn Up."

//requesting friendly fire (pun intended)

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Carmen sweated profusely as the Coalossal unleashed a massive wave of fire towards her. Having to take such a powerful attack from an own ally left the bird fuming, chirping indignantly at her trainer for letting this happen to her. "I know, I know. I'll give you a Full Restore later." Andrea reassured her.

"I definitely have a plan. Trust me." The dragon-costumed girl flashed a confident smirk at Elinor, before outstretching her arm forward. "Now, Carmen, use MIRROR MOVE!" She exclaimed. With an annoyed huff, her Oricorio obliged, copying the move BURN UP to a T, and using it back on the Coalossal. After getting her sweet revenge, the red color of Carmen's feathers became washed out, signifying the loss of her FIRE typing.

"Now, use ROOST!" The girl then ordered, as Carmen restored some of her health, losing her FLYING typing in the process. "Top it all off with a REVELATION DANCE!" Finally, the now TYPELESS Oricorio performed a passionate dance, sending a damaging wave of pure energy towards the opponent's Unown. It was an attack that, like Carmen, had no discernible type.

//from bulbapedia: "If a Pokémon is a Fire/Flying type that lost its Fire type due to Burn Up, using Roost causes it to become typeless until the end of the turn."
//uses a typeless Revelation Dance on Unown-A
//does not consume the optional Figy berry

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Now, this was becoming a recurring theme, now wasn’t it? The dragon girl brought the solution and fixed the problem, with only them left to knock the lights out of the enemy Pokemon. Violet might have minded that if she’d been evaluated on a grand stage. But, as it was? This was actually kind of nice. She didn’t even have to come up with anything special.
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Her and Poipole could simply resort to violence. The worst kind of violence, too, since these gimmicky challenges deserved no better in her opinion. “Well then, since we already fulfilled these criteria, I say Poipole, Toxic to poison this one for good, then follow that up with a Fell Stinger. Might as well make sure that this Unown stays down. These things can get very weird, if allowed to do their thing.” She did still remember what had happened on the expedition. Loads of weird stuff and Unown had pretty much been involved every step of the way. Plus, she didn’t have one of her own, either.
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+ Poipole Toxics and Fell Stingers the Unown

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with no experience in battling, a barebones collection of pokemon and only a surface-level, entirely theoretical knowledge of strategy, nagi's key role throughout the challenges seemed largely limited to: taking notes, sitting pretty, and brutal overkill.

it seemed fitting that he'd round off their challenges with the just about the same.

scrawling berry weird? into his neglected arm-notepad, nagi tips his head at the floating unown, in a wordless request for sherlock to just do whatever.

whatever turns out to be a hex, warping the air around the unown in miasma of purple.

nagi does nothing useful. go team! ୧(`•ω•´)୨

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"YES!! We did it!" The girl in the dragon onesie yelled in sheer jubilation. For a moment, it looked like they weren't gonna make it, but the gods smiled upon them. Putting Carmen back in the PC for a well-deserved rest, she awaited the so-called 'springtime blessing'.

What she didn't expect was the arrival of the mysterious pink Pokémon. It was described as the 'herald of spring' by the lady in black, a title worthy of the beings revered as legendary. Between Enamorus, the Unown and even Violet's weird space gremlin, Andrea had met several Pokémon that she'd never seen in her life in this very atelier.

One question remained: Who would receive Enamorus' blessing? Each trainer could choose one and only one of their Pokémon to learn this mighty move. A move that encompassed the love and hate of mother nature as the seasons shifted. A move that rivaled the power of gods and titans. Whoever wielded this move would be considered a successor of Enamorus herself, and as such should be of equally legendary and godlike status.

Naturally, Andrea sent out her Alolan Exeggutor, whose ridiculously long neck nearly reached all the way to the room's ceiling. "Lola can give it a shot! Can you try and do what Enamorus is doing?" At her trainer's behest, Lola keenly observed the rosy cyclone summoned by the floating djinn, and tried to recreate it to the best of her ability, her palm leaves rustling noisily.

//Exeggutor is trying to learn Springtide Storm

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we did it.

greater than any sense of accomplishment, than any monetary prize or renown or reward — is the opportunity to see this. the herald of spring. nagi’s pen rests on his arm. the tip digs into his skin, marking it with one single, dark-blue dot as he watches the swirl of cherry blossoms, wonder alight in his eyes, trying to commit this vision to memory.

when he finally moves, he hesitates. who should enamorus teach?

he’s far from a competent battler. not a battler at all, really; he’d coasted to the finish line on his teammates’ coattails. but the chance has been offered to him, and as undeserving as he might be — he wants.

he peeks over at the pokemon his teammates summoned to the field — the towering exeggutor and the glittering kommo-o, ensconced in floating pink petals of their own. purses his lips, and drops a pokeball down.

his happiny emerges, dwarfed by the bulk of the two dragons before her. but before she can quail and hide behind his knees, nagi kneels down in front of her, nudging her gently towards the enamorus. “go on. do your best.”

happiny learns springtide storm

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The winds of love and hate, huh? That was…odd. She hadn’t heard of that yet. But, apparently, this was only going to be taught to one of her Pokemon, meaning she would have to make a choice. Probably the only truly meaningful to be made today. Violet tapped her lips, thinking, while others already brought out their Pokemon to be taught that move. It would make most sense to teach something like that to a Pokemon that, well, actually understood either matter at hand. Which was surprisingly difficult for her most common roster. Poipole probably didn’t understand such intense feelings yet and Rattata was way too young. Zarude, maybe, but he was a bit more distant.
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She thought for a little while, then decided that it was not something she was going to use anytime soon. It was probably best to give this move to someone who still had a lot of room to evolve. Hence, she called forth her glowing Eevee. Special move for a special Pokemon indeed. “I reckon this one has a lot to learn, so might as well add this to the list then.”

+ ooc notes

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