OOC: Silly me. Thanks for correcting me.
Foster looked up from his kettle corn to look at the young trainer in front of him, who was apparently challenging them to a battle. He eyed the trainer's Budew hesitantly. He and Newt had always been weary of Grass-types, knowing full well that as soon as she evolved she would be doubly vulnerable to their attacks. Still, she nor Foster were never ones to resist a challenge. Newt dug a paw into the soft grass eagerly and took a battle pose, trying to replace her excitement with a determined expression. Foster smirked as he tossed another piece of the popcorn into his mouth and set their snacks and drinks down on a nearby bench, making sure to grab one last handful of popcorn before brushing the crumbs from his shirt indifferently.
"What do you say, Newt?" He asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at the tiny Mud Fish Pokemon. "Are we up for the challenge?"
The Pokemon looked up at her trainer and tapped her paw into the grass again. "Mud!"
Foster nodded and slid his sunglasses down from above his forehead to slide them over his eyes, taking a firm, ready stance.
"Let's do this," he said, grinning as he tossed his last handful of kettle corn into his mouth.
"Go, Florida! Absorb!" Ein said. Florida stumbled forth, tripping on her own two feet.
"Bud!" The budew said, picking itself up. It opened it's mouth, and fired a green beam at Newt.
"Let's go, Newt!" Foster called out eagerly. The Mudkip nodded intently and readied herself. Unfortunately, in her determined stance, Newt was firmly planted in the ground, completely unable to dodge the Absorb attack in time. She was hit directly in the chest by the beam, causing her to slump into the grass as her energy was sucked from of her. It didn't last long, but it was clear that the super-effective attack did a surprising amount of damage.
But the Mudkip wasn't going to let it slow her down, and she immediately got back to her feet, ready for her trainer's orders.
"Okay, Newt, return that Absorb attack with a Mud-Slap and go in for a Tackle as soon as you seen an opening!"
"Kip!" She answered understandingly, plunging her naturally damp paw into the grass before scooping up a handful of mud, flinging it at the Budew as hard as she could before sprinting in for a tackle as the projectile was hurtling toward its target.
While Newt managed to tackle the Budew, she immediately fell to the ground after being hit point-blank by the Budew's Absorb attack, yet again getting the brunt of a super-effective attack. She struggled to get back to her feet as she growled frustration.
"One more time, Newt! Same combination!"
The Mudkip scooped up another handful of mud and tossed it into her opponents eyes, though she wasn't able to run as quickly toward the Budew as before, she sped into a steady jog, getting ready to tackle.
"Florida! Absorb! Again!" Ein said, and Florida again shot a green beam of light at her foe. She would have been defeated by the attack; However, the last attack had restored her to full health.
"So, judging by the way you guys are tearing into them, they're as good as they look." Calvin said blandly. "Snivy, enough with the bitchslapping." Snivy dropped the now dizzy Oshawott, and proceeded to scold him again for his table manners.
Calvin looked pensive for a moment, obviously skeptical. In the end, he reminded himself that he couldn't refuse an offering such as this without being a prick, and took one, biting into it. His facial expression changed to one of wonder, and he continued to eat it, though in a more polite manner.
Seeing the effect it had on Calvin, Camille decided to help herself to one, and her reaction was almost the same.
Suddenly, a loud foghorn blared, getting Alma to nearly choke in surprise.
The PA system squealed: "The air ship is 10 minutes away! Competitors, finish up what you are doing and report to the Challenge Podium!"
"So it looks like it's finally starting," Tyler pointed out while digging into his turkey leg. 'I wonder how everything will go along."
OOC: catch up time
Mikey adjusted his glasses as he walked towards the challenge podium. He had spent the festival observing his potential competitors from a distance. Seeing what they did, what made them tick, what kinds of things they said. He knew that he needed to keep an eye on them to determine his own strategy.
Originally Posted by Ariel
"Well, go time." Calvin said. "C'mon, Snivy." Snivy jumped on his shoulder, looking extremely psyched. "You okay?"
"Just when I was enjoying myself." Camille said, grabbing Oshawott and waiting for Calvin.
Alma and Drake jogged to the podium, noticing a male competitor she hadn't seen yet had gotten there before her.
"3 minutes to arrival!" The P.A. announced.