Advanced apologies for the 5,000+ word length, though I can imagine that doesn't matter as much as I think it does.Basic InformationFull Name
: Lenna Sentil (Sen-teal)Alias
: Lenlen, LennyGender
: Pokémon TrainerRace
: Flygon PokémorphPhysical Description
[Picture goes here for when I eventually draw one. Keyword is eventually.
: Lenna is a tall one, as you might expect, standing just shy of six feet in length. Her build is average at best, hiding an inner strength that she loves to surprise people with. Messily dyed and unevenly placed turquoise bangs hang over amicable yellow-brown eyes and what is usually a friendly (and somewhat jagged) grin. The rest of her forest green hair is pulled up into two matching braid-tails (the top half is a french braid that goes down about halfway down her head, then ends in a ponytail instead of continuing with a normal braid), the lengths of which reach three quarters of the way down her back, and are weighed down heavily by beads of multiple shapes and sizes, all turquoise, some covered in indiscernible runes. Her skin is surprisingly smooth in both looks and touch; it would be indicative of beauty, usually, if it weren't for the fact that it's got an odd light green tinge to it that makes her appear unwell (not that she'd need any help there). It is surprisingly durable on top of that, as it was made to help her withstand sandstorms. As a result, were you to attempt to punch her, the one more likely to bruise from the hit would be you. To add to her oddities, it would appear that her human fingers have some claw-like tendencies, mainly that they are oddly long, spindly, and end in unnaturally sharpened nails. Her feet are also longer than normal feet, as her size twelve shoes would indicate. Oh, and she has a Flygon tail and Flygon wings, but those aren't really worth more than a mere mention.
What do these physical differences mean? Naturally, she can glide short distances with her wings, as well as use them to whip up fairly strong winds in one direction. Her tail and claws can be used for defensive purposes, and while she isn't trained in formal combat I can attest that it will still hurt quite a bit if she takes a whack at you.
For clarification on what exactly her tail can do to you, here's some stuff on it:
1. She could probably trip you if she aimed for your ankles.
2. If she lands a hit against the back of your knees, they're likely to buckle
3. She can thwack away projectiles thrown towards her if she's lucky enough to get her aim right.
She would typically be allotted the level-up attacks granted to all Flygon, but as you will read below her use of them is currently stunted somewhat. She is rather resistant to fire and heat as a whole, and rain can feel almost ticklish due to the hardness of her skin. In exchange, she has a hard time keeping her body temperature up, so while she is resistant to heat she makes up for it by being dreadfully weak to the cold. She wages a bitter war with the snow and the ice, to the point where she even considers them to be mortal enemies. The cold, she shakes her fist at it!
Her attire is what you'd typically expect of a teenager that prefers comfort over style but wouldn't mind both. Fancy t-shirts (styled to button, zip, or tie around her wings) and stylized jeans are common, though trade outs for khakis, dress pants, and skirts should be expected as well. How these cloth items stay up in regards to her rather large tail is a mystery of gravity that may be best left unsolved (though it usually involves a series of straps and/or belts). Constants in her attire include the beads strung in her braid-tailed hair, a pair of circular, thin, metal-rimmed sunglasses with red lenses, and two silver bracelets which hand around her left wrist. Her current attire appears to be a light pink shirt that gradually changes to dark pink near the bottom, with the black outlines of different flower designs trailing over her right shoulder and down around the bottom left side of her shirt. Matched to this are what appear to be a pair of intentionally faded blue jeans with simple curve and droplet designs stitched in pink around the pockets. Folded white ankle socks sit nestled under white sneakers with silver and light blue colored buttons and designs, ending with gray and blue soles decorated in a polkadot pattern. She has been equipped with a single shoulder book bag with which she can carry the essentials for travel. The exterior seems to be some form of purple tie-dye littered with orange and red butterflies; the interior is blue, and has a number of pockets and compartments.PersonalityDescription
:Lenna is a mischievous and self-righteous spirit with a sense of humor that is wide and varied, depending on her overall mood and the situation at hand. She lives for the thrills of life and isn't afraid of the possible bad consequences of her actions. Despite how grounded she may seem when she speaks, she is definitely the type to leap before she looks. She refuses to let good judgment and wise words stop her from doing as she pleases, and looks down upon those who would hesitate before doing something they thought was right, just because it might make someone else upset. Really, she doesn't care at all what others think of her, so long as she likes herself. And she does
like herself, quite a bit.
A ready and willing companion, Lenna is always happy to listen and offer her advice to others (whether or not this is a good thing remains to be seen...). She enjoys surrounding herself with good company and is rarely seen by herself unless she has good reason to be. Being the social creature that she is, she can chatter up a storm, so much so that it is said she is capable of causing people to get carpal tunnel in their ears. She is also a music lover, and would be the first to whip people into shape at a karaoke party (if only to get her off the bloody stage so they can hear someone else's voice). Shy and humble are words that are practically foreign to her.Idols/Role Models
: Lenna has a number of people she respects and admires, but no one in particular that she models her life after. Rather, she directs her actions based upon a number of ideals and values she has come to strongly believe in over the course of her life.
As per the world she came from, there are gods that she worships. Those who hail from the desert country of S'the worship the trio of Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre. Through her fascination with flight, Lenna has placed Rayquaza on a pedestal of importance that is a tad higher than Kyogre or Groudon (not that they particularly minded).Favorite Pokémon
: Lenna has a preference for Pokémon of the winged variety; be they bugs, birds, or dragons, she finds them all fascinating. She also has a soft spot for the cute and fuzzy, and has no aversion to Pokémon who have a sense of style and are pleasing to the eye. When fighting, she favors types that are deceptively strong, and enjoys surprising her opponents with the unexpected.HistoryPlace of Birth
: Bangle, S'the, Tourque, NelphrealmFamily
Sarah Sentil, Sandshrew Pokémorph. She's of average height, fairly skinny, and the only thing keeping her skin from wrinkling at the age of 48 is the fact that as one who communed with Sandshrew, her skin is as tough and unmalleable as Lenna's. Her skin bears a yellowish tinge with a white tinge around the front of her torso. Sandshrew ears poke out of her chin length brown hair and she has a little Sandshrew tail that hangs down to her knees. Is an excellent digger (no, not that
Kevin Sentil, Roserade Pokémorph. He's rather tall and surprisingly gangly, and at the age of 51 is clearly beginning to wilt. He has stark white hair and skin that is tinged light green. Permanently attached to his back is a dark, leafy green cape of sorts, which is dotted with red, white, and blue roses that are constantly in bloom (watch out for the thorns, for folks who like to be grabby with this sort of thing). Wrapped around his wrists are two also attached "bracelets" of roses: red on the right, blue on the left.Eldest Brother:
Zachary Sentil, Sandslash Pokémorph. He took after his mom, maintaining an average height, but has traded his family's skinny tendencies for well-toned muscles. As one might expect, his skin is tinged yellow and white in the appropriate places, and his back is covered in thick, heavy duty brown spines that he can make stand up and sharpen on a whim. For some reason, birds like to use him as a perch if he stands still too long. Is currently 24 years old.Middle Brother:
Oscar Sentil, Cacnea Pokémorph. An 18 year old of considerable height (and thus getting Cacnea and not Cacturne, Groudon has an odd sense of humor), he is blessed with light green tinged skin and dark green thorns which cover his arms, legs, and torso. He can hide them if he so wishes, concealed under his skin, and through a concentrated effort he can make the thorns burst out all at once. They are like a secret weapon of sorts. Sitting atop his head is a tuft of yellow hair that spikes up in a crown-like fashion. Has a bladder of steel.Marital Status
: Lenna has had quite a few friends of various statuses and closeness to her, but the three most important to her are as follows:Erin Vanderbilt:
An adorable Skitty Pokémorph two years younger than Lenna, Erin is practically her adoptive sister and the two are attached at the hip. Hardly ever saw one without the other. They've even texted each other during gym battles, that's how necessary it is for them to be connected and chatting to each other all the time. Erin is covered head to toe in soft pink and peach colored fur, and bears the typical Skitty tail and ears. Has a toothy grin and an abundance of platinum blonde hair.Randy "Scruffles" Vanderbilt:
Erin's 17-year-old brother and Lenna's confidant and go-to-er whenever she has troubles she can't discuss with Freida. This Flareon Pokémorph is the guy she hangs around with on the occasions when she actually wants to do nothing other than sit around and enjoy the silence. Maybe they'll read books, maybe they'll play video games, maybe they'll just hang out on the swings at the park and eat ice cream, who knows. He's the calm and collected type, slow to smile but amiable nonetheless. He's covered head to toe in bright red fur, sporting the yellow neck-ruff and Flareon tail, as well as the long Flareon ears. His hair is bright yellow-blonde, and is usually kept neatly trimmed to avoid it getting in his face. He is nearsighted as well, and sports a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses.Frieda Kell:
A Trapinch Pokémorph and self-proclaimed twin of Lenna, Frieda is an oddly shy girl who only really opens up to her natural crazy self when surrounded by people she is comfortable with. She can be a bit of a drama queen, and likes to think that no-one in the world has as many troubles as she, but she is a generally good person and her heart is in the right place. She can be surprisingly selfish, however. She sports orange tinged skin with hints of a jagged white zigzag pattern here and there, as well as a frighteningly powerful overbite. Her jaw is actually morphed slightly to that extends a bit beyond her face, and her mouth is permanently curved into the jagged grin of the Trapinch she communed with. Has distant white colored eyes and matching white hair, which is usually pulled into a stylish bun. She is an obvious fan of make-up and high fashion.Adversaries
: There are those in Lenna's world who go through life without receiving the blessing of a Pokémon. While Lenna has no particular qualms with these people, they are known on her planet to either be bitter, jealous, or downright fearful of those who have ascended to a level beyond their own. While not direct adversaries, she will initially be very wary of people who do not share the traits of a Pokémon, as she hasn't had very many good experiences with them.History
: Lenna hails from a realm where Pokémorphs are not only typical, but rather expected of people once they hit a certain age. Regardless of whether the parents were 'Morphs or not (and they most likely were), all humans are born, well, human at first. By the time one hits the age of fourteen, they are sure to have received a particular Pokémon's blessing, taking on the attributes and abilities of that Pokémon as a result. The ritual in which this happens usually takes place over the course of a full day, where the "ascendee" speaks with the gods of his realm and receives judgment from them. There are some occasions where the process can happen instantly, but with it comes a great deal of mental and physical anguish, often enough to cut more than a decade off of the ascendee's lifespan. The species of this Pokémon depends on a number of things: location, gods worshiped, personality, and sometimes because the bond is needed for that person to survive. To provide examples...
Location: A person who lives on the coast is more likely to commune with a beach Pokémon like Kingler or Wingull.
Gods Worshiped: To expand upon the last example, if a person who lives on the coast worships Lugia as his main god, he is more likely to commune with Wingull. If he worships Kyogre, he is more likely to commune with Sharpedo.
Personality: To expand upon the last two examples, if a person who lives on the coast worships Kyogre as his main god but has a pacifistic personality, then of the choices between Kingler and Sharpedo, he is more likely to commune with Kingler.
Necessary to Live: One who is on the verge of death can be saved by communing with a ghost Pokémon, gaining the ability to live while not quite being alive. Someone who is drowning can be saved if they commune with a water type, thus surviving by being able to swim and/or breathe underwater.
As you might imagine, Lenna received the blessing of Flygon based upon the fact that anyone born in a desert location will commune with a Pokémon who can survive well in that climate, her preference for Rayquaza in worship, her fascination with flight, and her relatively good taste in music. How the process went? Ah, well, she doesn't exactly remember, you see... Heheh!
Lenna's family made their lives in Bangle, a medium sized town located next to an oasis, which is part of a series of towns and cities that make up the mostly desert country of S'the. As is typical of a Pokémon realm, they have their own gym challenge and contest league, whose grand finals are shared with the neighboring country of Bermia. Their world is just as technologically advanced as that of the regular Pokémon realm, though how the technologies came about and what they are called will obviously differ.
Lenna's life is actually pretty normal. She grew up in the same town all her life, and though travel to nearby towns and cities was common, she's never actually left her country before. She has a well-meaning papa and a devoutly religious momma, two older brothers who tease her terribly (and scare off any potential boyfriends), and they even have a pet Sandshrew. Being a middle class family meant life was relatively easy and comfortable as well; they were a very typical type of family for the area they lived in. Among her neighbors was a family that her's got along with quite well: the Vanderbilts. They were constantly visiting one another, and of course in doing so would spoil the heck out of each other's kids. It was through these visits that she built up her relationships with Erin and Scruffles. Lenna's friendship with Freida was formed out of the typical way that young school friendships start: they copied each other's homework and used each other to
study for tests.
Lenna was very outdoorsy as a kid; she enjoyed romping around outside, dragging any poor child who happened to be with her into her make-believe worlds of middle-age sorcery or madcap schemes for world domination (which she of course got from watching TV. Curse those Saturday morning cartoons...). And though her ideals were always thwarted in the end by some source or another (the sun setting, mom calling because dinner was ready, the ice cream truck jingle could be heard two blocks away), she would always vow to buckle down and work harder the next day towards her goals. Her parents were appreciative of her vivid imagination, and though she was a bit odd, her outgoing and friendly nature earned her a number of friends who were more than willing to put up with her crazy ideas (and that's only if the crazy ideas weren't what drew them to her in the first place). Lenna hovered in a place that was somewhere in between the popular kid and the outcast: she was friends with the outcasts, but was too good-natured and spontaneous to really be targeted by the in-crowd as a potential victim for their taunts and teasing. Those who tried were usually met with smiles, thank you's, and sometimes even hugs. It was rather baffling. Those who tried to beat her up... well. That's what her brothers were for.
Lenna attended school up and until the age of fourteen before she was allowed to begin her own Pokémon journey, and even when away from home she was still made to keep up with her studies (and study she did, as momma would threaten to send less money with each low mark she got on these away-from-home-schooling sessions). The result of this, of course, is that her journey as a whole has gone slower than most. She doesn't seem to mind it though, and though she grumbles about it now she will most likely one day thank her mother for the extra studies she is putting her through.
She received her starter, a durable Cubone, from the rather eccentric professor in the "starting town" of her region and set off, slowly conquering gyms and building her way up through the world. Her and the lonely Pokémon got on well, forming the bond that all trainers do with their starting Pokémon, each learning from the other as they trained themselves to be better. Along the way, Lenna also caught for herself a stylish Ponyta and an absolutely gorgeous Masquerain that she was lucky enough to obtain in a trade with someone who just happened to be looking for a Cacnea. Life was indeed quite grand. Either way you look at it, you guys have pretty much nabbed a normal teenage girl. What is trauma? I don't even KNOW. Neither does she.Forgotten Memories
Lenna has a fair grasp on her memory, but can't really remember anything incredibly specific about her life in particular so far. She knows she lived in a desert, has gone to school, has a mother, a father, a family, friends... She knows the rules and norms of her world and will probably refer to them frequently during her journey. But, if you asked her for a name, a face, a specific date or time, no matter how hard she tries she'll draw a blank. She has also forgotten most of the abilities granted to her upon receiving Flygon's blessing, beyond those that would be second nature or are advantages that she would have even if she forgot she had them. She can recall her ability to glide, as well as any attacks that a Flygon would know by level ten. Any attacks beyond that, however, are lost to her.Role-Playing Sample
((Had to cut the sample down a bit, the original is about twice as long... sorry if this gets a little unnecessary, but it's the most recent long roleplaying post I've written. >_>;;; ))
"I fail to understand this, Karasute," the young girl whined, and poor Kara withered under her accusing gaze, "Why won't she fight me? Does she believe she'll lose, and is thus leaving before having the chance to be thoroughly embarrassed? Or does she believe that she'll win, and is thus saving me
from a crushing defeat...?"
"...No, you could probably beat her, Miss Anastacia," Karasute responded, her eyes shifting to Hakira, "She looks like the type of person who relies on cheap status tricks and luck-based strategies to win."
Hakira paused at this point, and to any that looked at her, she appeared calm, as though the words had no effect on her. Within the next second, however, not only had she turned back around, it seemed her rage had taken a near physical form! Angry red energy shot past her, shifting into the charging forms of Llewellyn and Jeromie (and thus proving it wasn't really her anger at all, but the release of two Pokémon). Flames could be seen forming in Jeromie's maw as he prepared an Ember, and the white aura protruding from Llewellyn suggested a Quick Attack. Anastacia looked on in surprise, and then a glimpse of what was unmistakably a smirk could be seen before she disappeared behind two flashes of light. (Ah, if I may interlude: Ana's Battle Theme.
) An unhearable order was issued as the lights morphed and twisted around. The shadows of their forms could barely be seen- Jeromie launched his Ember attack- and suddenly the battlefield was lost in a swirl of steam! There were audible gasps amongst the crowd as an ear piercing wave of sound shot out next, followed by a heartbreaking yelp of pain. A cry of anger soon ensued, another shout, the faint twinkle of music, and then there was a mighty gust of wind! The steam that had settled over the area was quickly dispelled, and the hidden scene was revealed.
Puddles of various sizes and shapes dotted the pavement; Jeromie could be seen positioned over one, kneeling slightly. His face was scrunched up in agony as he shivered on the spot, visibly shaken by something currently unknown, his fur sullen and dirty. Llewellyn stood poised protectively in front of him, his wings spread wide from the recent Whirlwind. Directly across from the pair were their opponents. A female Poliwhirl stood triumphantly amidst the clearing mist; she sneered wickedly. A stoic looking male Zubat was perched on her shoulder, the purple, gooey remains from his last attack still dripping from his fangs.
"...and don't even try
that Supersonic crap again," Hakira called frustratedly as she whipped her Yellow Flute back into her bag, "the flutes can be used as many times as I need them to be!"
"Naturally," Anastacia replied haughtily, "I happen to know that better than anyone. I am what you would call a... connoisseur of music. But enough talk!" she spat as she swung her arm in front of herself in a slicing motion, "Now, we compose the hymn of your demise!" She paused after this, holding her chin and narrowing her eyes in concentration. "Although, I guess it wouldn't really be your demise since we don't plan on killing you or your partners, just defeating you in a tie breaker battle. And it wouldn't really be a hymn either because those tend to be reserved for praising deities and that sort of thing. So, really, we aren't composing the hymn of your demise so much as it is the song of your doom, but doom itself is rather vague, isn't-"
"Can we just get on with this?" Hakira cut her off, cringing slightly as she resisted the urge to slap her silly.
"Hey! You can't just interrupt me like that, what I have to say is very important and-"
"GET ON WITH IT!!" the crowd around them yelled.
"Well! It appears everyone here could learn a good lesson in manners," she huffed, "Fine, fine. Glocken! Let's have a Bubble for our friend Growlithe~. Octave, a Wing Attack if you will, also for Growlithe."
"Llewellyn, keep that Poliwhirl off Jeromie's back! Attack however you see fit! Jeromie, get after that Zubat and nail him with a Bite!"
And with those commands issued, the four set off again. Llewellyn immediately made for Glocken as Octave zoomed past, but the blue frog was faster! He charged her with a Quick Attack, and she charged as well, nearly negating his efforts with a well timed Body Slam! Llewellyn, temporarily stunned by the throwback, was tossed aside like a broken drumstick as Glocken rushed past him, making her way towards the shaking fire type before her. Jeromie braced himself, the increasingly deadly effects from Toxic, combined with the Water Sport situation, had him glued to the spot; any attempt at dodging would only bring him even further harm.
"Jeromie, Helping Hand! Llew! Whirlwind and Gust! I'll catch him!"
The Pidgeotto looked up, his eyesight moving back into focus as he recovered from the head-jarring Body Slam, and for a moment seemed puzzled at his master's words. However, upon seeing her outstretched arms, an odd purple bottle in her left hand, and her braced figure, he understood her orders. He quickly whipped up a fierce Whirlwind as the green energy from Jeromie's Helping Hand swirled around his figure. The various light objects in the area took flight and began swirling around. Llewellyn concentrated the whirling winds into a powerful Gust, and sent the stream of air hurtling towards the three Pokémon in front of him.
"Glocken, Octave, look out!"
Upon hearing Anastacia's cry, the two immediately prepared evasive manuvers. Poor, poor Octave, lacking legs as he was, was quickly caught up in the blast of wind and hurtled aside, right into the waiting wings of Llewellyn, whose deadly smirk was probably quite far off from his list of top ten things to see dangerously close up. Glocken managed to evade the swirling winds with a well timed Water Gun, which propelled her to the side and out of harm's way. The wind, effectively dodged as it were, continued on its path towards Jeromie. Anastacia sneered.
His eyes grew wide at the suggestion, but he had no time to look back in confusion as her orders required quick and exact action. He leapt, and as the Gust caught him, he was lifted by the wind and carried - quite forcefully I might add - into Hakira's waiting arms. She stumbled back clumsily from the impact, but she managed to hold on. She noted his fatigue and, as quickly as she could, administered the Antidote she held in her hands. The purple-gray discoloration faded from his fur, leaving it to be the bright orange sheen it was rightfully meant to be. She grinned, seeing the aches from the poison fade and the brightness return to his playful green eyes. She returned her attention to the battlefield, and called out to Llewellyn (who was, at this point, using Octave as a rather effective shield for blocking Glocken's oncoming attacks).
"Llew! Whirlwind, then Quick Attack to catch!"
He obeyed instantly, throwing Octave and his bared fangs right into Glocken's oncoming charge (Anastacia had ordered a Bite and a Body Slam, respectively) and flapped his wings excessively, resulting in another sphere of swirling air. Hakira grunted, and with a concentrated effort, managed to literally throw Jeromie skyward. Though the toss was slight, the high speed effects of Whirlwind were enough to keep the fire pup aloft, and Llewellyn (in a burst of speed brought on by the Quick Attack; Whirlwind doesn't last very long when the wings supporting it stop flapping, after all), winged his way under Jeromie and in a woosh, lifted off with the Growlithe on his back! He took to the skies, eyeing his enemies below him, Jeromie keeping low and holding on for dear life as he clung to the Pidgeotto's back.
"Rrrgh!" the young blonde stomped her feet in a fit, then shot her arm straight up into the air. "Octave, get up there after them, and use a Wing Attack to knock them off course! Glocken, aim a Water Gun skyward! They can't escape us by hiding amongst the clouds!"
"Llew, it's nosedive time!"
Jeromie shot Hakira a "you have got to be kidding me
" look as the bird he was riding on suddenly arced downward, gaining speed as he descended.
"Jeromie, your target is Zubat! Ember, and squish!" she emphasized by slamming her fist downward into her other hand, "Llew, you've got Poliwhirl! Weave around that Water Gun and end this with a Quick Attack!"
Octave had gotten four, maybe five feet into the air at the moment Llewellyn passed him by. His Wing Attack knocked Jeromie off the bird's back, but he was ready! He took the hit, and shot an Ember right into the Zubat's face upon contact! Momentarily distracted by the sudden searing pain, Octave didn't have the energy to move as Jeromie took the opportunity to clamp onto the bat's wing, effectively latching on as the two plummeted towards the ground.
Llewellyn, meanwhile, had continued on his own path, swerving around the Water Gun as he gained speed. It appears it wasn't enough, however, as his fatigue from the constant whirlwinds and the energy spent from carrying Jeromie began to show. One dodge too late, and he was knocked off course by a well aimed jet of concentrated water. He spiraled off to the side, drenched to the bone and dropping altitude fast. He managed to readjust himself, flapping his wings and cawing angrily, but the spouts of water just kept coming. He was forced into defense mode instantly as he swung left and right, avoiding the water but unable to get close to Glocken.
"Llewellyn, go into a straight nose dive, and keep your wings close to your body! Use Quick Attack, but spin in a circle as you go!" Hakira cringed as the words left her mouth, but she steeled herself and effectively uttered the phrase: "That's right! I want you to do a barrel roll!
The Pidgeotto nodded at this, winged over until he was directly above Glocken, then promptly turned upside down and folded his wings close to his body, his beak pointing straight towards the blue frog. At the order of her trainer, she continued to launch a Water Gun towards him, hoping to knock him out of the attack again. And by all accounts, it appeared to have worked. He nosedived right into the spray of water, and Anastacia let out a triumphant whoop. Her face faulted, however, as Glocken's Water Gun was suddenly spraying sideways. The large stream of water split into a circular wave of thinner streams, blasting diagonally outward. In the center of it all was Llew, his wings folded and his eyes narrowed in concentration as he spun in a circle, the white energy from his Quick Attack spiraling around him in the opposite direction of his own spinning. Hakira watched with baited breath, not even allowing herself to blink, as Llewellyn pushed his way through the oncoming torrent.
"C-come on, Glocken! Increase the output, push that bird back!"
The Poliwhirl complied, putting all her energy into the Water Gun, and for a second, it seemed to work. Llewellyn, though still diverting the stream, was starting to be pushed back by it. And then, just when Anastacia thought she had the upper hand again, the Water Gun suddenly stopped! The blonde let out an outraged cry, her blue eyes flashing with surprise as she saw the cause: Jeromie, who had landed and subsequently flattened Octave earlier, had mustered the last of his strength to deliver one final blow. He rammed himself into Glocken from the side, doing just enough damage to be distracting, then collapsed on the ground, the water from the puddle below him splashing beneath his weight. Wasting no time in taking the opportunity he had been given, Llewellyn pulled out of his spiral and smacked into Glocken head on with a Quick Attack. Unprepared as she was, the Poliwhirl took the hit head on and went flying as a result. She landed a foot or so away, completely knocked out from the double blows. Llewellyn winged next to his own fallen comrade and bowed his head respectfully. Though he was utterly wiped out, it seemed Jeromie had enough energy to crack a single eye open, just slightly, and offer a toothy grin in response.
There was a moment of silence, an eerily frozen stillness that settled over the entire area. The mere seconds it stood seemed like forever, and then both trainers broke it. They let out choked cries and rushed out to their respective Pokémon, offering words of congratulations and comfort, each insisting how amazing they were and what a good job they did. Anastacia gripped both of her Pokémon in a near bone-crunching hug (and it would later prove to be this hug, and not the flattening he got from Jeromie, that broke Octave's bones), while Hakira merely settled for petting them lovingly, not entirely sure if outright hugging them would hurt them more or not. They all seemed to appreciate the effort nonetheless, but in the end were quite thankful to be returned to their PokéBalls for some well deserved rest. Cellphone color
: Metallic Turquoise