“Well, are you ready to lose?”

[tsukkinice]

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[bokuno]

[ nishinoya would probably be comforted to learn that akaashi's golduck has only been a golduck for a couple of weeks now, and he's actually had it (albeit in its dopey pre-evolved form) since he was six. ]

Confusion, Spike!

[ ...hence the goofy nickname. at akaashi's command, the golduck's red eyes narrow: there's a faint glow at the center of its forehead, and a moderate blast of telekinetic force ripples through the air toward nishinoya's sentret. akaashi, watching the pokémon's uncoordinated mannerisms with unease, resolves to choose his opponents more carefully next time. official league allowances or not it's unsportsmanlike to target another trainer's pokémon that's clearly out-leveled and less experienced. ]

[callmesempai]

[ but even that is impressive to him, there aren't any pokemon like that near his hometown, or if there are, they are super rare.

nishinoya can't do anything but watch as sentret fails to fully get away from the move, stumbling over it's tail and whines. this was bad. really bad. what if he hurts himself!? ]

Sentret, hey, snap out of it! [ though to no avail, as his poor little pokemon ends up tripping into the tall grass. ]

Hey!

[ his little 10 year old head can think of only one solution to this hideous problem - go right up to his sentret and smack it's fat cheeks. ]

Unconfuse!!

[ because that's totally legal, right? ]

[bokuno]

[ …no, nishinoya.

no it is not. ]

…That's not an attack, you know. [ akaashi doesn't even call a new command yet for his golduck, seeing as how it probably doesn't constitute a full turn for his opponent to be giving his pokémon what essentially amounts to a motivational speech. ]

[callmesempai]

[ #YOLO ]

Aw come on, it's going to totally work, you'll see!!

[ nishinoya puts on his best fighting face, which is ruined instantly when his sentret scratches his face. ]

Owww!! Hey, don't scratch me, use scratch on that big duck!

[ but sentret didn't listen... ]

[bokuno]

Please, stand back so we can continue. [ akaashi's golduck is still waiting for orders and looking a little uncertain about whether or not they're still in a pokémon battle. ]

[callmesempai]

[ nishinoya whines, stepping back and rummaging through his pockets for a bandaid to put on his face. ]

Fine, fine! I'm stepping back. [ he does, to be fair, about three whole ten year old steps. ] Stay strong Sentret, you can take this duck!

[ maybe. he hopes. ]

[bokuno]

Um…sorry, but…



…Shouldn't you wash that injury first? [ he looks away from nishinoya and shuffles his bare feet a bit in the grass, awkwardly. medical hygiene is important, though! ]

[callmesempai]

Don't worry about me, worry about our match! I'll be fine!

[bokuno]

… [ akaashi wants to argue further, but this boy isn't bokuto—meaning, akaashi doesn't have executive nagging privileges. he folds his arms instead; totally, 100% not pouting over it. ]

…All right, then…

Confusion! [ again, spike's forehead glows, and a telekinetic attack launches straight at the opponent's confounded sentret. the golduck's got other moves in its arsenal, but akaashi doesn't see the point in switching strategies when this one seems to be working. ]

[callmesempai]

What?!

[ nishinoya has no idea if the attack hits, or even works, because sentret's behavior doesn't change at all. it's still wobbling on it's feet, looking terrible. ]

Ugh, don't let that big jerk get to you Sentret! Scratch him and show him whose boss!

[ ...well, at least now sentret is moving toward the golduck instead of threatening to scratch nishinoya instead. progress! ]

[bokuno]

[ sentret's lower-level, but it's quick, and akaashi's golduck needs plenty of time to regroup from its own attack anyway. spike endures the scratch with only a low, warble-like burst of chatter, and waits for orders from its trainer to retaliate. ]

Confusion! [ once or twice more ought to finish it, akaashi guesses; even if he's wrong he'd rather save spike's stronger water attacks for an opponent more capable at fighting back. ]

[callmesempai]

[ and that just about does it - sentret curls up in a ball and whines, clearly too exhausted to keep doing this. ]

Sentret! It's okay buddy! [ nishinoya rushes forward and scoops the little guy up scratching behind his ears. ] Just take a nap!

[ noya knows he should put sentret back in his pokeball, but he keeps holding him, trying to debate just throwing in the towel or pulling out torchic... he's already at a disadvantage, types and all, but maybe it could still work out? ]

Hey hey, how many pokemon do you have?!

[bokuno]

[ akaashi's visibly a bit nonplussed at the question, wondering why the other trainer's asking. after all, akaashi's golduck's doing well enough on his own, right…? ]

? Um…three.

…If you mean for battling, it's just two, though… [ he likes to pretend as if his abra is strictly for emergencies, but really, he's just found no evidence yet it can actually do anything besides sleep and teleport. ]

[callmesempai]

Ohhh, okay! [ nishinoya wanted to check it wasn't a full team of six or something like that, because then he'd feel more like retreating and saving his torchic from getting all that pain. but if it's just this golduck and one more, it's a risk he's more willing to take. ]

Then let's go Flare, you can take on two! [ and out pops his torchic, feathers ruffled and cheeping, as nishinoya makes sure sentret is safely back in his pokeball with some more warm words of encouragement. ]

[bokuno]

A fire-type? Against a Golduck like Spike?

It's not even a contest...

[ not that akaashi intends to lose, either way. ] Water Gun!

[ this time, the golduck only has to open its mouth without any telekinesis: it lets out a spray of water in the direction of nishinoya's torchic, cold and sharp. ]

[callmesempai]

[ but torchic dodges out of the way in an incredible feat of speed, before karate chopping golduck into submission! she gains like ten levels of experience!! the crowd goes wild!!!!

...except not at all. but nishinoya could dream.

instead, torchic takes most of the hit before rolling away, rolling right up to nishinoya and slapping him in the shin with her fluffy (and wet) little wing. ]

Hey hey! What's that for?

[ torchic makes a screechy little cry, as if she is so offended that nishinoya would actually send her out instead of retreating. ]

Awww Flare, you gotta at least try!

[bokuno]

[ nice try, little bird. but there's no running from a trainer battle.

spike winces at the sound of torchic's angry crying, even though it isn't aimed his way. akaashi's not worried; the golduck isn't a physical hitter anyway. he doesn't want this battle to go on longer than it has to for the other pokémons' sake. ]

Let's go, Spike, finish it! Water Gun once more!

[callmesempai]

[ flare is still trying to run, or fly, kind of, but it really doesn't save her. she gets hit again and cries, really, very very done with this. ]

Alright, alright! Enough! [ nishinoya scoops her up, holding flare tight to his chest, his shirt getting all wet not phasing him at all. ]

You win, there, happy?!

[bokuno]

......

[ akaashi doesn't sulk—or retaliate—and he tries not to look guilty, either, as he mutely recalls his golduck and walks forward. ]

No. [ a pause, and then: ] It's a trainer battle. Those are the rules.

[callmesempai]

What?! [ nishinoya is just getting more and more annoyed ] You went through all the trouble to challenge me to a match and you're not even happy about winning?! Then what's the point!