“I should probably pick names for my Pokemon too at some point,” she reckoned, but postponing that for now. After all, mid-battle was probably the worst time of all for anything like that. Though, admittedly, she could already tell that this would be one of those battles. The ones where mostly the Pokemon decided to fight while the humans talked.

Not that she minded. Eve was here in part to make connections, after all. “I have had quite a few, though usually I am the one being challenged. Guess I do stick out a little bit.” Her appearance was quite unusual, after all. Especially, when like today, she was wearing a white summer dress for maximum contrasts.

In the meantime, her Ponyta used Agility to run out of the way of the Fairy Wind, barely managing to dodge that while kicking up some dust.

@giselle

“Well, that was what I was asking, in a way,” she replied with a bit of a smirk. It was good to be understood so quickly. And this person did seem rather nice. Any Ponyta trainer was interesting to her at the very least. Though this was the Alolan variant, Eve could not help but sending out her own, normal variation of it.

Though, naturally, hers was not a shiny. This truly was going to fight between an original and a special one in every aspect. “Since I challenged you, I reckon you can begin whenever you are ready. My name is Evette, by the way. Usually, people just call me Eve, however.”


@giselle

Ugh. This was….not good at all. Eve already felt a bit drowsy, as she tried to make her way….somewhere. It was hard to tell where she could go, really. There was a restroom somewhere. That did sound nice. She had no idea where that was. Plus, she couldn’t really go there with a glas in hand, now could she?



Obviously not. That was unsanitary. And yet, it wasn’t empty yet. Wait, hadn’t she emptied it? But there it was. Still half full. Or was it already half empty? Difficult to say. Maybe she’d already had one too many. And yet, if she still could think that, then she probably hadn’t. Simple as that, wasn’t it? Not like she could tell. This was all getting a bit much.



She just…needed to finish this….get rid of the glass….then….restroom…..yes, that was a good idea. Briefly stopping, she simply downed the rest of it all.

And immediately regretted that immensely. The things happening next were certainly unbecoming a young Kalosian lady, so let us simply note that they involved a nearby trash can, a dazed attempt to get away from the scene of that, and her all but crashing into the incognito Rocket table, where Lulu Flint and oscar clayton were still working on what she had already achieved.



“Sorry, I….sorry…..” she mumbled, trying to get up properly again, but clearly failing at that.



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While the Pokemon were fighting, Eve mostly had eyes for the trainer instead. No, not that way. At least not to her knowledge. But the way she reacted, it was a lot akin to what she had experienced with other novice trainers before. That worry, that concern, that relative aimlessness. Eve was going somewhat easy on the other, which potentially was a shame in and of itself. But she figured that was always better than hurting feelings. These fights were also meant to be learning experiences, after all.

“They are okay. Or at least they will be,” she started, trying to transfix the other’s eyes if possible. Her Foongus needed to recharge, after all, so it wasn’t doing much right then. Bagon in the meantime separated from the Buneary slightly reeling, but was back on its feet faster than the other, swiftly seeking to follow it up with a Zen Headbutt instead. “A Pokemon always has a choice. Especially with a gentle trainer like you. They wouldn’t be fighting if they didn’t want to. If they could not handle it. Do not worry about them, worry about you being the anchor they deserve.” Whilst her own voice was steady and calm, she did try to put some emphasis in. Otherwise, she might be overheard in all this.

The Foongus meanwhile, briefly fell asleep, whilst the melee on the other end continued. “Though if you want to and pay for the food or drink, I will gladly help you with any of this you need assistance with after this fight.”

Once again, Remoraid decides not to fight the waters. Being out of the water was not particularly healthy for it, certainly. But it could survive like that without much problem, at least for a bit. Not pleasant, but also nothing a trainer-owned Pokemon had never experienced. It could handle this.
And hey, even the organizers of the tournament would still consider this an underwater battle, even if Remo was sent for a flying ride here.

Which it was. Relatively high, even. Yet, it was still locked on regardless. Hence, in mid-air, it backflipped, orienting itself back towards the Wailmer, and fired its mighty Octazooka!

The tournament was slowly drawing to a close, wasn’t it? There was a sense of upheaval and unrest in the air, but not the kind that preceeded a coming storm or anything like that. Instead, there was a low sense of urgency in the air. People were clearly trying to finish more and more battles before the tournament ended in order to optimize their rankings.



Eve was not one of them, really. She cared little about winning or losing in this, ultimately. But she did care about experience. For her Pokemon, to become better and stronger. And for herself, simply to enjoy. Hence, she was looking for trainers to fight that did not seem completely desperate for battles or anything. Ultimately, she saw a woman with Pokemon, who seemed mostly keeping to herself, so she’d wave at her. “You looking for a last-minute fight too?”

An Eggzecute. Execute? Honestly, she didn’t really know how to write or pronounce that one. The weird egg Pokemon, really. A psychic type, if she remembered correctly. And since he chose first, he could not complain that her first impulse went towards Vulpix. Though, honestly, she hadn’t used that one yet anyway and wanted to try it out.

It just so happened to be effective was all. Plus, it came out butt first, wanting to immediately Whip Tail at the Execute. “I guess he wanted the initiative anyway. I have not used this one much before, so my apologies in advance.”

Hmm….Eve briefly seemed lost in thought. Mostly, because this had not exactly been the reaction she’d expected. That ability was only meant to lower the opponent’s offensive power, yet it seemingly instilled more fear in the other Pokemon than she’d expected. Sure, she had tried to evoke despair in this overall, but not fear.

There probably was more to this than met the…ear. As someone who wished to specialize in song, she honestly thought this interesting. “He is, though I fear it might be getting to his head,” she replied, seeming at least a little bit absent-minded in this.
It was only after a moment that she realized the man was wishing her good fortune in the wars to come. That saw her blush, lightly. “Oh and, thank you. To you as well. Maybe we will meet again at some point.” This person did seem interesting, but she did not want to push it right then. Though if they met again, they probably should talk at least.

Well, Pyukumuku had managed to hold on for as long as it needed. The Avalugg had managed to hurt it enough to wheeze and deflate, now also requiring a recall, but not before giving out one final helping hand to her ally.

This was better, but still dangerous. After all, that Avalugg had stacked up its defenses. Sure, Ponyta had the advantage still, but she had taken quite a bit of damage as well, both from the Weavile and from her own recoil.
“Play it safe,” Eve thus ordered, causing Ponyta to send another Flame Wheel at the opponent from afar, not wanting to get in too close for the time being. It was faster, so it felt like it could evade the retaliation. Battles of attrition were always won on the last few moves, after all.

So, Eris had taken to controlling her Pokemon with whistles and the like. Interesting. Eve was sure to put that into her notebook later. This was not the first time she had seen this, come to think of it. But she had not consciously registered it so far.
Made a lot of sense, though. After all, most trainers did literally call their attacks. Well, those of their Pokemon at least. That did give the opposition at least a brief time to react to it. A whistle like this on the other hand could be more akin to code.

It was something to look into later. Trying to teach a Pokemon these sorts of things in the middle of a tournament was probably not a great idea. “Water Pokemon need those, especially the small ones. Your Wailmer is not the biggest thing swimming beneath the waves after all. And the ocean itself can be quite dangerous, too,” she replied, while Remoraid once more locked on, hoping to ensure that it could hit through the mist as well.

Heh, nice, it was blasted away. This worked rather well, Eve decided. She had some reservations beforehand, especially given that Tocricity was a rather new addition to her team. But it was doing quite well for itself. And on top of that, its personality and natural inclinations were in line with how she liked to fight.

As in, it was using a bit of psychology, too. That was why it used another Noble Roar, seeking to further neuter its damage further. Tox was willing to just stand and endure the Thunder for that, too. It hurt, it still did damage, but it was confident that it could take it. And it wanted to show Zappa exactly that, in order to beat it down that way.

The Remoraid is renewed from the Life Dew, continuing its assault on the Dhelmise with an Octazooka this time, seeking to keep it from assaulting the Lapras, which has now become the center of attention.

Of course it had. That was the fate of healers. However, Zorua’s Night Dace was throwing off the Riolu’s aim and the Lapras itself sent out a Water Pulse in the hopes of pushing away the Lycanrock. In the meantime, Zorua used Imprison on the Riolu, trying to shut it down. That way, the pressure on the Lapras might be a bit relieved, for it was certainly imperilled in that moment.

She, too, was getting tired. Hence, she had gotten herself an Alolan drink with a little umbrella, sought some shade and sat down on a bench for a bit of a break. Yet, the girl with the white dress clearly still looked like a trainer, so she was being challenged.

By a man called Matias, apparently. The name was duly noted and committed to memory. “Evette,” she replied, as always omitting her last name when the other did so first. “I do not really have any preference, as long as it is in good faith and fun. Most of my Pokemon are healing right now from earlier battles.”