Welcome to the RP thread for “Don’t tell mom the gym leader’s dead”, a throw jokes at the wall and see what sticks comedy about wacky hijinks, fateful misadventures and everything going wrong. The discussion thread is chilling out over here, that thread has all the background info. EDIT: Signup is currently closed because I want to see how it runs with the current players. If you were already preparing a signup you are still welcome. This thread is launching into the story in 3, 2, 1…
It was late in the afternoon, and what a beautiful afternoon it was. The sun’s still warm rays were heating the thick yellow stones making up the walls around the small courtyard of the Chivalrise Gym. In it was a young man with a fancy hairdo fanatically running two Pokémon through a warm up exercise. “Jessica, Aerial Ace! Jamie, X-Scissor!” A slightly heavy set man in a blue suit and with the most glorious white mustache on his ace, gym leader Mortis Leto, was sitting inside, peering through a window and looking at the excise in amusement. “A Skarmory and a Scizor, what a surprise. Someone totally hasn’t been studying up on my 6th badge team and just completely accidentally brought these two. “Well I can do surprises too. Let’s gather up my students and put on a show.” Mortis wasn’t feeling his best today, he had been having a headache and a case of a vaguely nagging chest all day, but he was confident in his plan. As he walked off to collect his team he thought about his moves, the options his opponent had to counter, and the water stains on the walls of this hallway. He should really get that roof fixed. Old buildings…
Half an hour later, a friendly demonstration match between two of the gym trainers had just ended as the doors of the just slightly too dimly lit battle hall swung open. The man from the courtyard stepped in and announced to the leader, the gym trainers present and the three people that came in from the city, seemingly in the most cocky and overconfident voice he could manage: “I am Dansford of Hunt, and I am here for my sixth official Novum League badge!” “Your challenge is accepted,” leader Mortis stated in return, “this will be a two versus two double battle, the last trainer with a Pokémon standing wins. The match starts at Pokémon release.” The two men locked their gaze, reached for their Poké Balls, and sent out their picks. “Jessica! Jamie! You’re up!” The Skarmory and Scizor from the courtyard appeared. “Hugo, Hieronymus! Come out!” Opposite the two steel types a Rhydon and a Quagsire materialized.
The younger man suddenly looked a lot less cocky. “Wait, but that’s not…” he sputtered. “Smack Down, Mud Shot!” the gym leader bellowed. The Rhydon shot off like a basketball pro, pulled a rock out of the battle terrain and expertly nailed the Skarmory right in the face. This interrupted the bird taking off and sent it tumbling over its own feet. The Quagsire also moved forwards and belched a ball of mud at the Scizor. The obviously well trained Pokémon showed enough initiative to try and dodge, but was just barely too slow, and got some nice stains all over his side and wings for his trouble. “Drill Run! More mud!” Mortis shouted through the hall. The challenger was now recovering and yelled “Wait!” He quickly recovered some more and followed with “Steel Wing and Iron Head on the big one!” The Skarmory regained its composure and at blistering speed darted over the ground to the Rhydon. The two collided with extreme force, but it was the Skarmory that went flying across the room, smacking against the wall and dropping on the floor like a sack of potatoes, out cold. The Rhydon stood hurt but proud for a fraction of a second until the Scizor charged in throwing punches. The mighty muscled beast was smacked back with a roar and collapsed, almost in slow motion. The Scizor didn’t get to relish his victory though. He was hit with another ball of mud, sticking to his legs and feet. “Brick Break!”, the younger man yelled, seemingly regaining his confidence, while the leader let out a loud “Waterfall!” This time his Quagsire was faster. It came flying forwards in a spout of water, landed a punch right on the bug’s chin, and brought it down. Mortis had expected at least a modest applause, but instead the room fell silent.
The silence didn’t last long though, it never does. The challenger’s mouth ran faster than the color from his face just a minute ago: “That wasn’t your sixth badge team, that was your team for badge five! This is not in accordance to proper battle etiquette! You have to give me a rematch, you have to…” “First of all,” Mortis interrupted him in his booming voice, “thank you Hieronymus and Hugo, that was a great battle, you’ve done well. Secondly, I am a gym leader, I don’t have to anything.” “But it’s not fair, my team should have had the advantage, I…” “You did get an advantage,” Mortis countered ones more, “just not the advantage you were expecting. You got to battle the team I usually use for matches a full badge lower. The only thing a gym leader needs to do is provide an appropriate challenge. I used the team that gave you the most appropriate challenge. It’s you who failed to live up to that challenge.” “But I…” the sputtering tournament trainer tried, while Mortis went “Furthermore, I know for a fact that that is Jackie Smorten’s Scizor. Just because she hasn’t used it for any of the large tournaments yet doesn’t mean I don’t know about it. Does she know you’re borrowing it to cheat in a gym battle? If you can’t raise a strong enough Pokémon you have no place challenging me. Is that Skarmory even yours?” The words seemed to slowly sink in to the challenger, who looked more and more defeated. “In accordance to league regulations you can re-challenge this gym in three months’ time or after winning another badge elsewhere. It’s been a genuine pleasure. The door is behind you.”
Mortis savored the moment. As the challenger recalled his battlers and left, still stuttering excuses, Mortis turned to his audience of three plus his own trainers. He took care to keep his speech short so at least nobody would grow bored and he could leave the room a real winner. “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed tonight’s battle. It was a bit brief, but it was quality entertainment, if I do say so myself. There are drinks in the lounge,” he said, already knowing nobody would stay to buy a drink. “Boys, will you take care of today’s heroes? I will now retire to my quarters.”
While a mildly hyperactive Hieronymus and a cranky from that last hit Hugo were giving the gym trainers a hard time Mortis let himself fall down on his bed. The battle hadn’t done his headache any favors. He didn’t feel like food, but surely a few hours of sleep would help, he figured. He was pretty tired, he could just… As he was about to go under Mortis suddenly felt a burst of pain in his chest. It took out his breath, so he couldn’t yell. Mortis struggled for a minute, and then the life started seeping out of his face.
By the time the first rays of light peeked in through the curtains the next morning gym leader Mortis Leto had already turned a nice shade of disgusting, and his mustache looked like it had started wilting. Nobody had found his now mildly unwashed-feet-smelly body yet, but down in the menagerie the Pokémon seemed to have decided Mortis should have fed them by now, and started raising a racket. If the neighbors hadn’t been used to having a gym next door someone would probably have called the police. Since they were used to living next to the gym they just cursed Mortis’ name while pulling a pillow over their ears as the ruckus echoed through the halls of the old gym building. Just as the noise gets loud enough to wake even a gym trainer the front door bell starts ringing. It keeps repeating, someone is impatient. If you look out of a window you can see a well-dressed and in a way familiar looking female figure standing there pressing the button with several young teenagers by her side.
It was late in the afternoon, and what a beautiful afternoon it was. The sun’s still warm rays were heating the thick yellow stones making up the walls around the small courtyard of the Chivalrise Gym. In it was a young man with a fancy hairdo fanatically running two Pokémon through a warm up exercise. “Jessica, Aerial Ace! Jamie, X-Scissor!” A slightly heavy set man in a blue suit and with the most glorious white mustache on his ace, gym leader Mortis Leto, was sitting inside, peering through a window and looking at the excise in amusement. “A Skarmory and a Scizor, what a surprise. Someone totally hasn’t been studying up on my 6th badge team and just completely accidentally brought these two. “Well I can do surprises too. Let’s gather up my students and put on a show.” Mortis wasn’t feeling his best today, he had been having a headache and a case of a vaguely nagging chest all day, but he was confident in his plan. As he walked off to collect his team he thought about his moves, the options his opponent had to counter, and the water stains on the walls of this hallway. He should really get that roof fixed. Old buildings…
Half an hour later, a friendly demonstration match between two of the gym trainers had just ended as the doors of the just slightly too dimly lit battle hall swung open. The man from the courtyard stepped in and announced to the leader, the gym trainers present and the three people that came in from the city, seemingly in the most cocky and overconfident voice he could manage: “I am Dansford of Hunt, and I am here for my sixth official Novum League badge!” “Your challenge is accepted,” leader Mortis stated in return, “this will be a two versus two double battle, the last trainer with a Pokémon standing wins. The match starts at Pokémon release.” The two men locked their gaze, reached for their Poké Balls, and sent out their picks. “Jessica! Jamie! You’re up!” The Skarmory and Scizor from the courtyard appeared. “Hugo, Hieronymus! Come out!” Opposite the two steel types a Rhydon and a Quagsire materialized.
The younger man suddenly looked a lot less cocky. “Wait, but that’s not…” he sputtered. “Smack Down, Mud Shot!” the gym leader bellowed. The Rhydon shot off like a basketball pro, pulled a rock out of the battle terrain and expertly nailed the Skarmory right in the face. This interrupted the bird taking off and sent it tumbling over its own feet. The Quagsire also moved forwards and belched a ball of mud at the Scizor. The obviously well trained Pokémon showed enough initiative to try and dodge, but was just barely too slow, and got some nice stains all over his side and wings for his trouble. “Drill Run! More mud!” Mortis shouted through the hall. The challenger was now recovering and yelled “Wait!” He quickly recovered some more and followed with “Steel Wing and Iron Head on the big one!” The Skarmory regained its composure and at blistering speed darted over the ground to the Rhydon. The two collided with extreme force, but it was the Skarmory that went flying across the room, smacking against the wall and dropping on the floor like a sack of potatoes, out cold. The Rhydon stood hurt but proud for a fraction of a second until the Scizor charged in throwing punches. The mighty muscled beast was smacked back with a roar and collapsed, almost in slow motion. The Scizor didn’t get to relish his victory though. He was hit with another ball of mud, sticking to his legs and feet. “Brick Break!”, the younger man yelled, seemingly regaining his confidence, while the leader let out a loud “Waterfall!” This time his Quagsire was faster. It came flying forwards in a spout of water, landed a punch right on the bug’s chin, and brought it down. Mortis had expected at least a modest applause, but instead the room fell silent.
The silence didn’t last long though, it never does. The challenger’s mouth ran faster than the color from his face just a minute ago: “That wasn’t your sixth badge team, that was your team for badge five! This is not in accordance to proper battle etiquette! You have to give me a rematch, you have to…” “First of all,” Mortis interrupted him in his booming voice, “thank you Hieronymus and Hugo, that was a great battle, you’ve done well. Secondly, I am a gym leader, I don’t have to anything.” “But it’s not fair, my team should have had the advantage, I…” “You did get an advantage,” Mortis countered ones more, “just not the advantage you were expecting. You got to battle the team I usually use for matches a full badge lower. The only thing a gym leader needs to do is provide an appropriate challenge. I used the team that gave you the most appropriate challenge. It’s you who failed to live up to that challenge.” “But I…” the sputtering tournament trainer tried, while Mortis went “Furthermore, I know for a fact that that is Jackie Smorten’s Scizor. Just because she hasn’t used it for any of the large tournaments yet doesn’t mean I don’t know about it. Does she know you’re borrowing it to cheat in a gym battle? If you can’t raise a strong enough Pokémon you have no place challenging me. Is that Skarmory even yours?” The words seemed to slowly sink in to the challenger, who looked more and more defeated. “In accordance to league regulations you can re-challenge this gym in three months’ time or after winning another badge elsewhere. It’s been a genuine pleasure. The door is behind you.”
Mortis savored the moment. As the challenger recalled his battlers and left, still stuttering excuses, Mortis turned to his audience of three plus his own trainers. He took care to keep his speech short so at least nobody would grow bored and he could leave the room a real winner. “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed tonight’s battle. It was a bit brief, but it was quality entertainment, if I do say so myself. There are drinks in the lounge,” he said, already knowing nobody would stay to buy a drink. “Boys, will you take care of today’s heroes? I will now retire to my quarters.”
While a mildly hyperactive Hieronymus and a cranky from that last hit Hugo were giving the gym trainers a hard time Mortis let himself fall down on his bed. The battle hadn’t done his headache any favors. He didn’t feel like food, but surely a few hours of sleep would help, he figured. He was pretty tired, he could just… As he was about to go under Mortis suddenly felt a burst of pain in his chest. It took out his breath, so he couldn’t yell. Mortis struggled for a minute, and then the life started seeping out of his face.
By the time the first rays of light peeked in through the curtains the next morning gym leader Mortis Leto had already turned a nice shade of disgusting, and his mustache looked like it had started wilting. Nobody had found his now mildly unwashed-feet-smelly body yet, but down in the menagerie the Pokémon seemed to have decided Mortis should have fed them by now, and started raising a racket. If the neighbors hadn’t been used to having a gym next door someone would probably have called the police. Since they were used to living next to the gym they just cursed Mortis’ name while pulling a pillow over their ears as the ruckus echoed through the halls of the old gym building. Just as the noise gets loud enough to wake even a gym trainer the front door bell starts ringing. It keeps repeating, someone is impatient. If you look out of a window you can see a well-dressed and in a way familiar looking female figure standing there pressing the button with several young teenagers by her side.
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