Thrashing at the random ice in his face, Sofa turned enraged to the source of the "attack", but when he saw it was just the smiling Spheal, his temper subsided.
"No, I don't think he is." Marcus remarked as he smiled at his partner. "Do you wear a cologne or something?"
What do you smell my friend? Does my master have a foul smell about him?
Kneeling down to pet his new friends as an apology for ignoring them, Sofa thought at Mentus.
Don't know. I know that smell. Something old. In his pocket, I think. I don't trust this smell.
Post by Zandrophin on May 30, 2014 16:26:19 GMT -6
Zandrophin glanced over at Z...who was positively shaking while waiting for his score. Nervousness was rampant amongst this group, clearly. Too involved with staring down the creature staring back at him, Zandrophin barely managed a nod in Z's general direction as a symbol of approval. So, he sent another message:
Apologies for intruding here once again, but if I break my gaze with this beast, it may cause a scene. Job well done. Good luck in the second round, whatever comes.
Do not fight for a cause or for what you believe in: Fight for yourself, because who you are rarely changes. Zandrophin
Axew patted spheal's back. *I'm here for you* Z bowed gracefully at his score. He was a bit disappointed at getting the lowest score yet, but he took it with a smile and grace. Z walked back to check on Axew.
Post by Zandrophin on May 30, 2014 16:29:58 GMT -6
Sir! He claims you have something old in your pocket. He won't tell me anything more. Zandrophin looked back at Marcus, saying:
"Mentus tells me I have something old in my pocket, or so he thinks; that somehow, that's creating the smell. I don't turn out my pockets for just anything." Zandrophin saw the beast relax, and relaxed as well. He turned to Marcus...awaiting some form of explanation.
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Do not fight for a cause or for what you believe in: Fight for yourself, because who you are rarely changes. Zandrophin
"I don't know. He usually has a very good sense of smell. If he thinks that you have something in your pocket, I'm inclined to believe him. Whatever's in your pocket, I don't care; but it's making him uneasy, so that's making me uneasy. You don't have to, but maybe it would be better for everyone involved if you showed him; it'd put him at ease." Marcus paused, trying to read his face. "I get the feeling you know what it is that's bothering him. It would definitely calm him down if he knew what it was."
Sofa thought at Mentus again. I know this smell. I know this smell. From old home. In Petalburg. Man had smell. Men came to Petalburg. Make everyone sad and hurt. Man in charge, man had smell. I don't like this smell.
“And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for… for part one anyway.” She giggled. “The final judgment, for the final competitor.” She turned to look at the competitors again. “Sir Zandrophin step forward, please.”
“Your performance gave me, and I’m sure anyone who’s ever seen a psychic’s show, nostalgia. Your performance was resourceful I mean you gave the audience a roaring ride, whether or not they enjoyed it. May I recommend a career in those shows?” A few nervous chuckles from the audience sounded. “The fact that even your entrance onto the stage was a pokemon move! What am I supposed to say about that? Am I right? That’s storming the stage in my book.”
The spectators agreed.
“You used a popular contest move that’s excellent in this field of pokemon training which is wonderful, and a special attack move.” She gave a slight “heh” as she remembered their interesting conversation. “I am happy to award you this round a beautiful seven. Take that to the next round everyone! The real game begins there!”
Claps sounded from every corner of the Hall, but they quieted when Akane’s face turned stone.
“Contestants, please prepare and ready yourselves during this break for the next round. Don’t be afraid of creating a long routine. It means more of a chance to make some extra points. But also a chance to have points removed.Do not take round two lightly. There will be no ties there.”
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"Sanity is only an idea made real, to make those who are boring feel better." -Akane
"I hope you get a good score," said Z to Zandrophin, "You did quite well with your performance." Z was relaxed now that he had gotten his score. He knew there was still a second round and now he had to perform better to raise his score if he wanted to win this contest, but things were looking bad so far. Axew continued to try and talk to Spheal and Sofa.
"Lady Akane," Eira called nervously, unsure of how to properly address the queen. "If I may, may I use another Pokemon for round two? Or must I use Spheal once again?"
"I'd like to know the rules for the second round," said Z. He had a serious look now, he wanted to win this contest. Axew walked over to Z and Z lifted him onto his shoulder. "Axew!" "Thanks buddy."
Post by Zandrophin on May 30, 2014 16:53:54 GMT -6
"The only thing I brought with me in my pockets is something of value to me...there's no way--" Zandrophin stopped speaking suddenly...but not without reason. Sir, there's more. He's from Petalburg...claims a man with the smell you emanate now came there and hurt many people. Sir...you don't suppose...
Impossible, Mentus...it can't be that!
Sir...do you recall that business trip all those years ago?
No....I refuse to believe this...he wouldn't.
He did. I'm sorry, Sir. I know how much this must hurt.
Unable to contain it any longer, Zandrophin gave out a cry of rage and dispair. He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"DAMN HIM!!!!"
Zandrophin sank to his knees. Mentus rushed over to his master and attempted to calm him by using Calm Mind.
"I....I know what your friend is smelling...."
Do not fight for a cause or for what you believe in: Fight for yourself, because who you are rarely changes. Zandrophin
Thrown back by zan's sudden outburst, Marcus took a step back defensively. Sofa, in response went to defend his trainer. When he saw him drop to the floor, Marcus became confused and worried for zandrophin. "What...what's going on here? Are you okay?" Any feelings of distaste for this strange man melted when he saw how broken down he was from, apparently, whatever he realized.
"What....what's in your pocket?" More determined now, Marcus spoke with more conviction and investment in finding out this mystery.
"Lady Akane," Eira called nervously, unsure of how to properly address the queen. "If I may, may I use another Pokemon for round two? Or must I use Spheal once again?"
The red haired woman's playful demeanor diminished.
"You use the pokemon you registered with, and that pokemon only. This contest is a two-part single round contest. You will keep your spheal or be disqualified. Am I clear?" Her tone was low and her eyes pierced into their target's eyes.
"Sanity is only an idea made real, to make those who are boring feel better." -Akane
Z nodded and mentally prepared himself for the next round. He fed Axew a berry to give him some energy. "Axew" said Axew. "Don't talk with your mouth full," scolded Z
"Very much so," Eira squeaked nervously, subconsciously taking a step away from the red queen. The two may have been queens, but the two were as polar opposite as the elements their countries were abundant with. Eira could tell that Akane was a queen that ruled with an iron fist and that no one would go against her for fear of being completely whipped out. Eira turned away from Akane and noticed the scene that was going on between Marcus and Zan. She didn't know what was going on, but it seemed like something important was happening.
Post by Zandrophin on May 30, 2014 17:31:09 GMT -6
Hands and voice shaking, Zandrophin reached into his pocket to retrieve the item which Marcus was requesting.
"L-Let me show you....d-do not fear...it is n-not dangerous."
From his pocket, Zandrophin removed a small, flat object. It was round in shape, and fit nicely into the palm of his hand.
"My father's gambling chip. He always kept it with him; he said it helped him focus...and gave him good luck. He gave it to me when Mentus was in the Pokemon center...to rub my worries into..."
"A few years ago," he continued, "my father went on a business trip to Petalburg...and came back with a smile on his face. He said his trip had been quite profitable. With what I've heard from Sofa...I can't even begin to fathom what that means."
Zandrophin stood up, looked Marcus in the eyes, bowed to him, and said,
"I apologize for whatever atrocity my father brought against you and Sofa...but that's not important right now...we still have a contest to complete. If you wish to pulverize me...can it at least wait until the end of the contest?"
Do not fight for a cause or for what you believe in: Fight for yourself, because who you are rarely changes. Zandrophin