PETITE: JUNK V. VICTORIA

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JUNK V. VICTORIA Victoria won the coin toss and gets the first attack citrus

[citrus]

There've been many different things that she experienced on this journey - things and events that she would've never imagined, even in steeling herself for it when she left home. There was the incident in the warehouse, some cave, and strange dreams, but she'd never been in a tournament before, so what was she doing here? To win? To prove something? She shielded her face against the bright sunlight, narrowing her eyes as pupils shrank to accommodate the difference as she thought and wondered, as if the topic were of some life-or-death significance, and it wasn't.

Gothita tittered next to her, its eyes taking in everything, its body jumping at anything, fascinated with the crowd in a manner that contrasted Victoria's, who stared ahead and wondered what the opponent would be. This was, in a way, to prepare for the scourge, a large-scale training regimen that facts dictated was a good choice, while providing little room for panic. So she decided, with a nod, that she'd treat this like a scourge battle, letting it put everything she'd learned so far to the test so she'd be ready for the real thing. But, if but out of politeness, she let out a "Good luck." for the opposing side before gothita leapt into action.

gothita
fake tears
confusion

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"The scourge - the scourge - the scourge," Junk muttered quickly under his breath. Why was he here? Money. Right. He glared harshly up at the crowd, and then at the little girl he was matched against. All these little girls. Well, he laughed, and shook his thumb for his own gothita to get out there.

She held up her skirts and bowed to her opponent before taking the first hits. Recovering her posture, the little punk assist shot out a dark pulse and tickled her opponent.

"Hey who let in a kid like you?" he shouted across the match quite rudely. It made his own gothita flinch at his bad manners.

gothita
hit by all
tickle
dark pulse

citrus

[citrus]

She frowned, pursing her lips slightly. Scourge operated alone - yes, there were exceptions, but rare - not caring for anybody, not fully aware of their surroundings. And if she was going to prepare herself for the real thing, it would have to be with a single pokemon on the other side, like the real thing. Scourge didn't have trainers - certainly not loud ones that shouted insults across the battlefield at her.

She could pretend that they were actually facing the scourge if she closed her eyes and ignored the normal, vaccinated eos image projected across the field, but sound was hard to block out. Victoria quirked an eyebrow. "On the contrary, I'm quite sure that I surpass you in age." Leaving gothita without orders - a luxury the scourge might not give them. Because the world wasn't fair, as much as she winced and stressed and tried to skirt around the topic.

gothita
dodged dark pules
confusion - gothita

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