Author's Note:
Sorry that story updates are taking awhile.
Okam's got big battle chapters goin', and those are just so hard for me to get into and start writing, let alone actually write. And I have to write a lot of those now that we're at the stage where everything is 6v6 and what not. Not to mention that I have company over, who is ALWAYS in my room, just playing on his phone, making me feel awkward whenever I try to write something.
Geez.
Even though this is a tournament arc, I'm not putting too much focus on battles, not many of which are gonna be big, so I have some more motivation for this right now.
Another reason I'm slowing on Okam is that, well, with the reveal of the new event distributions for shiny Xerneas and shiny Yveltal, as well as NORMAL Zygarde, in addition to the reveal of Zygarde's new formes and the new XY&Z anime... new developments may come along for the series, or a new game entirely, with the possibility of new features that... might influence me to change a few plans I have for the story. Also, yesterday I started playing a game I picked up, played for a bit, and then stopped playing altogether, so that I could push through and completely finish it. Might do that for other games whenever.
As for this, I'm free to continue for now, so let's go!
Read and review lots pwease!
-RGGodzilla, out!
Chapter Fifty-One:
A Touchy Ally... Foe... Rival?
Afternoon (5:34 P.M.), Lucha Town
"You'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre in!" the Hawlucha gave them the widest of grins, waving about her clipboard in a frenetic manner, Stream having just finished their registration.
"Thank you, Miss Keene," Lloyd nodded in what was a quadruped's version of a respectful bow.
"Please, call me Keene!" she insisted, pointing to a large building to the left of the registration center, "Those'll be your resting quarters: the Battlin Inn!"
"Ah, appropriate," Stream sighed.
"Here's a copy of the rules, make sure you follow them!" Keene presented them with a small sheet of paper.
"Aye, we will!" Romsca smirked, taking it, "Me and me mates will rock this tournament!"
"Oh, we'll see!" the Hawlucha clenched her fist, "You've come just in time! Last to sign in before we begin! Your first match begins in half an hour! It'll be your debut fight here!"
"And we'll try to do our best," Lloyd nodded, and their talk ended, Team Rainy Days heading for the inn.
"Okay, mates, here are the rules!" Romsca read the rules aloud as they came into the inn, "The big thing is that we're competing as a team, and count as such. It'll work like this: the amount of Pokémon that are allowed to fight in each individual match is limited to the amount of Pokémon on the smallest side. So, if our opponent has five fighters (which is the maximum), they have to choose three to fight all three of us, but if our opponent is fightin' single, then we have to choose only one of us to face them. Pretty sweet, eh?"
"Yes, gives us a slight advantage when we face opponents of fewer number," Lloyd noted.
"Aye," Romsca smirked, "Other than that, it seems pretty standard: you touch the ground outside the ring and you'll automatically be out, although if you have multiple 'mons fighting in one match, only that 'mon will be out, the rest have to continue fighting. If you get knocked out for more than ten seconds, then you're out. Speakin' of knockouts, you'll have to take care of your own injuries through the shops in town."
"Well, that sounds cheap," Stream frowned, having listened to her explain the rules as she finished signing them into the inn, "No medical care for contestants?"
"Enh, luckily we have our own money for stuff like that," Romsca shrugged, "Even if we used all our actual supplies in training and missions before this,"
"The shops here should have everything we need," Lloyd reasoned, looking around the inn to see that there was a board that showed the tournament brackets, a Roggenrola moving away from it to reveal that he had added them to the listings. So our first opponent is someone named Sue? Enh, that's fine.
"YOU?!"
"!" all three jumped at the sudden exclamation, turning to find themselves facing their fellow guildmembers: Team Vice.
The Fraxure glared at them, eyes narrowed in rage, "WHAT ARE YOU NOOBS DOING HERE?!"
"Shh!" the innkeeper urged them to be quieter.
"Yo!" Romsca waved, smiling, "We're here to help better our guild's chances of getting the prize!"
"What?!" the Dragon frowned, "Do they not have enough confidence in us to let us do this alone?!"
"I don't know about that," Lloyd shrugged, "We came of our own volition,"
"Aye, twas me own idea!" Romsca grinned.
"Yes," Stream looked down. And I still doubt it was a good one...
"What gives you the right to come here and interfere with our mission?!" Vice growled.
"Vice, they're just here to help!" Drench nudged her, "You don't need to be so rude,"
She turned her glare to him, holding it for several seconds before her expression softened, "..." she sighed, "Fine!" she turned back to them, "But just so you know: I will NOT go easy on you just because you're newbies!"
"Good! We don't want you guys to!" Romsca raised her tiny fists.
"Aww, can't we just get along?" the Mismagius groaned.
Oh, we certainly could, that is, if a certain two Pokémon could just tone down their competitiveness. Lloyd rolled his eyes.
Stream's head drew closer to her body, "L-Look, let's just compete in this together, no fighting, alright?"
"Hah!" Vice snorted, "If we are to seriously compete, then eventually we'll have to fight each other!"
"And I can't wait!" Romsca returned.
"Then we'll have to work hard to get to the finals," Lloyd remarked, scanning the tournament brackets, "Seeing as we're at the opposite ends,"
"WHAT?!" all gasped.
"Yeah," Lloyd nodded. Fate just loves to screw you over like that.
"Oh, of course, of course!" Vice grumbled, then smirked, "Heh, no matter," she turned her back to them, "You won't get far enough to face us!"
"Oh, we will!" Romsca growled. Geez, I just wanna slap that bitch!
"Calm down, Vice!" Drench pleaded with her, "You're starting to make a scene!"
"So?" the Fraxure ignored him.
Lezah paddled through the air, "We have such great chemistry, don't we?"
"Yes, but listen here!" Stream frowned, stamping her webbed foot on the ground to get their attention, "Let's save this hostility for the finals, okay? Our mission is just to win the tournament, and get the crystal, nothing more, nothing less. We are capable of doing that, yes?"
"Of course!" the Dragon clenched her fist, "And we can do that even better without YOU!"
Romsca opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by Lloyd, "H-Hey, I believe we should be heading to the ring now for our first match,"
"Huh?" the Helioptile blinked, "Oi, you're right!" she turned and dashed for the exit, "Come on, mates!"
"Coming, coming," the Ducklett sighed, following her with the Mudkip.
"Grr! Damn newbies," Vice growled. I hope they get their asses kicked.
"Don't be too hard on the dearies," the Ghost cautioned.
"Y-Yeah," the Venonat rubbed against her, "I-I mean, we were just like them once, r-right? W-WAH!"
His eyes widened as the Dragon abruptly drew away from him, turning on him with rage-filled eyes as she snarled, "WE are NOTHING like THEM!"
"!" Drench shivered in fright, the sight of which caused Vice to regain herself, her expression softening once more as she turned away from him.
"I... I'm sorry..." she sighed, "Just keep them out of this,"
While Lezah watched on with bored interest, he nodded rapidly, "Y-Y-Y-Yes, I will!" I stepped out of line, there, I shouldn't have brought up such a touchy subject... And now I got her mad... Oh, why does this keep happening around those three?
