Violette Vs Hikari

[Violet Grimshaw]

Violette watches as he attack seemingly works. Yes! I did it! Woo-- she thinks as she realizes that something else is happening.. she watches as an outburst of power flows from her opponent, and for the first time in the battle, she fears for her life. She thinks about the girls comment about her lethal abilities and she fears even more. Is this.. what she meant? she thinks, her mind racing. And then, she just.. gives up.

Violette watches as her opponent gives up her claim to the battle, her body still emitting immense amounts of radiant energy. Violette wants to say something.. she wants to apologize.. and she wants to say it wasn't her opponent's fault.. but she doesn't know how. An apologetic opponent? Since when does Violette encounter those? Diamond is supposed to train their warriors to be relentless and ruthless, but this.. it's so.. so.. not..

Violette calls her Pokemon back, still wishing she could say something to help the fire girl's spirit. She decides that she has to say something.. so she does. "Hikari, you fought well, and, since we're friends now, I can't wait, and I mean I can't Wait to spar with you again!" She shouts, her voice now in anyway shaken by the power of false words. Violette walks out of the arena and pets Tiger as Cherry clings to the girl's shoulder. You guys did good.. she thinks as she walks..

[Victini]

Victini grinned happily as Stryker took the ice-cream. "Yeah, it would have been AWESOME, but Mom wouldn't let me..." Victini sat down on the back of the seat in front of Stryker and Tristan, so that she could talk to them face to face. That was when Tristan bowed to her, calling her some sort of disease. She looked at him confusedly, tilting her head.  (OOC: It's Milady. Malady is middle-english for an unknown illness)

"Huh? Who's your dad?" The child-god's eyes lit up in more ways than one as she viewed him aurally, and recognized his power. "Ooooh...! You're uncle Zinc-Grom's son! Nice to meet you, Trick-san, I'm Victini!" Victini held a her hand to shake with, beaming at her newly discovered cousin.

When Stryker asked her about fishing, Victini jumped back on him again, ignoring his groans of pain. "Oh, Yeah! I forgot! I brought you this blue fish I caught this morning! It was supposed to be a victory feast...but it's still tasty!" With that, Victini waived from the general direction of the forest, where the 'blue fish' had been trapped in a pool separated from the main river. From Stryker and Tristan's perspective, Victini waved, a blur flew up into the sky in the distance, and then a Gyarados fell and landed on the seat in front of them. Victini smiled innocently at the two, obviously unaware that what she had caught was not a fish.

[Stryker]

Stryker thought a bit when Tristan was watching the result of the battle. "Suppose you were wondering about that, it is rare in human behavior as well as pokemon. Losing control in a supposed 'fun' competition would result in terrible injury, and since they did develop a bit of a friendship, Hikari's conscience would have been mighty bugged about what she would have done. Hurting someone while going out of control is the worst possible thing to happen." he says, also trying to decipher the battle himself, and smiled as Tristan timily licks the offered ice-cream. "Indeed, perhaps her morals go completely against hurting someone with her full powers by accident. I would fear that as well, if I did go completely out of control. It would tear anyone apart I believe." he muttered, licking the ice-cream as he spoke. "I do like the fact they became friends while battling, done that a few times myself. I consider you a friend after that battle, believe it or not. You could have killed me, but you still gave me an exhilarating fight." he said, giving an honest smile to Tristan. He munched thoughtfully on the ice-cream, finishin it up as Victini pulled up the Gyarados.
A very angry Gyarados, who was indeed furious for being mistaken as food. "Oh dear." he said, listening to the hot-tempered sea serpent. "Um. Eep! Er, I, I apologize really deeply for what my friend did to you....And, and for rudely dragging you up from your sleep and dropping you here. Please don't raze this place, there is a lot of strong people here. I'll make sure you'll get back to where you were, just breathe deeply and try to calm down please?" he stammered in fear as the Gyarados roared in his face, seething in an almost red color despite him being normal and blue. "Victini please put him back from where you got him, he is very angry and....said that he'd do some nasty things to this place if you don't do it right now. He is not a fish, he is a pokemon with a family to tend to, and you wouldn't want to keep his mate and children waiting in his nice and pretty lake would you? Say you're sorry, and gently put him back. I'll get fish for all of us to eat after you do it alright?" he said, putting Victini next to him gently and looking at her stern eyes of a father. "Again I apologize for this, I hope you feel better soon, and get back to your family and sleep. I'll tell her the difference of edible things and things to not touch, thank you for your patience and calmness, I swear this would not happen again, please don't hurt any of us." he said, looking up at the gyarados' face, calming down from the initial fright of having a huge dragon-like male drop from the sky. The gyarados had calmed down a bit, still glaring at Victini, but not unleashing hyper beams at every human and pokemon he set his eyes on. It growled something out and sat there, waiting to be taken back gently. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan listens to Victini and his face doesn't show any signs of wonder, but inwardly, he wishes to know if perhaps the deity is putting on a show. He considers the fact that she's actually decades older than he is, and yet her attitude, is that of a child, and it seems almost too sincere.. Tristan sloughs those thoughts off as Victini mentions "zinc-grom".

Father… he thinks, his eyes contracting, his breathing almost ceasing. He imagines the darkness of his father's aura, and he tries the squelch it within his own mind, but to no avail. The visage of his father enters his mind, the actual energy of his father trying to reach out to him. Why try to communicate with me.. why now? he thinks, feeling the pressure of his father encroaching upon him as it often does when a dialogue required.

The aura surrounds his mind as Tristan tries to resist, not wanting to speak with his father at the moment. Tristan knows the power isn't visible to mortals, but to him, his entire body is being surrounded with a dark fog. No... No.. he thinks as the fog surrounds him more and more, obscuring his vision. Tristan wishes with all his might that he could resist, and he attempts to, he does, but in an instant, his father's voice pierces through the fog like a shot, and before a single word can be uttered, Stryker's own pierce through the fog.

Friend.. Friend.. "I consider you a friend" were his words. Tristan hadn't heard everything else, but that.. why did that.. Friend.. Tristan hadn't heard that word uttered since his adviser spoke of his Pokemon companion. Why.. what did it mean? What was a friend to him.. what could it have ever possibly have meant to have caught his attention so powerfully? Tristan tries to remember.. He tries to not forget.. but he can't. Whatever memories he had of his old mentor.. are long gone..how long did Tristan wander before being found by Crystal.. that it started to wear at his memories?

Tristan's thoughts are interrupted by Victni, who brings a huge Pokemon into the arena in the blink of an eye. Tristan doesn't smile, he doesn't shake, nor does he nod to acknowledge anything going on around him, all he does, is watch. Such somber eyes that gaze over the surroundings.. could watch through a storm without blinking. Then, the fog returns, and this time with fury. The darkness swirls around in his mind, his deity blood sensing the aura of his father reaching out to him, trying to get his attention.

This time Tristan squints in his attempt to keep his father out. This time he doesn't want to try.. but he must, he can't relent, not after.. after it all..

Through the haze, regardless of anything around him, pierces a "son" with the sound that could rattle a building with it's bass, and yet it's all within his mind. When Tristan doesn't respond, "son!" Rings in his head louder, this time almost with annoyance.

Just as another "son" is about to be uttered, Tristan opens his eyes, and he stands up quickly as his wings form behind him, creating a small gust behind him. "STOP IT!! STOP IT!! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP! he shouts, his voice echoing over the now less than exited crowd. He looks down at the ground and stares at it.. his eyes not moving from that same spot.. the haze is gone, yet the sound still echoes. "Son... son... son..."

Tristan's wings fall and dissipate as he watches the ground. "When.. when was I EVER your.. son" he whispers, his voice cracking, his body shaking. He doesn't wait for anything.. He doesn't expect care, he doesn't expect help, and he doesn't expect worry, but he wishes he could expect something much more.. morbid.. Somewhere in his mind, he begins wishing with all his heart that the next opponent he fights.. Will be strong enough to finally end his.. "existence", if that's even the word.

[Victini]

Victini's face fell as Stryker responded to her gift by apologizing to the gyarados. Why was he sorry? Had she done badly? Does Steerkur not like me? the goddess, depressed at her failure, lowered her gaze as she spoke to the captive pokemon

"I'm sorry, Mr Gyarara...and sorry Sertryke...I didn't mean wrong..." Victini didn't watch as she 'threw' the gyarados back to his river home. "Fish would be nice, Spiker..." The goddess lightened up as she though of some tasty fish...at which point she noticed energy from farther away... she knew that energy! What was he doing here? Tristan...was he trying to use Tristan to...!?!

Victini looked around quickly. He'd been hear earlier, she'd seen him! There!!! Rushing past the others, Victini rushed over towards the ice-cream line, though it was too far for her to get there quick. "<HEY! Palkia! Zekrom is trying to use Tristan! HELP!>" Victini yelled in pokemon to her uncle. She had the power to keep Zekrom at bay, but not the authority. His head shot up at her call, but he was coming manually, so he wouldn't be able to get there for a moment.

[Stryker]

Seeing Victini's face fall before him as she flung the gyarados back into its lake made Stryker instantaneously ashamed and guilty. How could he hurt her, she was his first friend after the heartbreak he experienced. I'm a terrible terrible pokemon. he thought, opening his mouth to apologize before something odd happened. 
Odd was the wrong word choice, what with the sudden mental breakdown Tristan seemed to be having. Steadying himself against the gust, Stryker listened closely. He watched as Victini went off to get help he assumed, leaving them both alone for a bit. 
Some people were inching away, others silenced by fear. Attention. A bad time to be here at the moment. he thought, looking over Tristan with slightly concerned eyes. 
Yet hearing the hateful words about a father, Stryker held back angry words, setting his jaw. "Well at least you have a father." he muttered, thinking back for a split second about his lonely past. "Tell me how I can help you with your problems." he flatly asked, willing to help Tristan to the best of his meager abilities. "Besides, I'll probably find a way to help you whether you like it or not." he said, looking at Tristan straight in the eyes. He probably has a greater sob story than my past.