And That's Why You're Beautiful

[Eros Wakefield]

And so the moment had finally arrived. Eros Wakefield had been touring the campus of Pokemon Academy; he particularly enjoyed the splendid seaside view that the island offered. There was a healthy community of wild Pokemon on the island as well as a healthy community of students within the limits of the Academy campus. It was unimaginable - that he was here, enrolled and registered and just about to receive his first Pokemon. He'd been told that he couldn't bring any Pokemon with him (not that he had any at home in the first place). So this moment would be one he'd have for life; and it would be beautiful.

Opening the lab door and tainting the eggshell white floor tiles with the soles of his sneakers, Eros took a few steps into the inside of the edifice. He noticed locked doors and desks and computers a plenty. But where was the vice dean, the one who would proctor and administer this entrance exam? Never having battled before, Eros was sure to study up all that he could on the topic of battle. He was even resourceful enough to ask his mother for tips and advice before he left home.

He was ready to begin.

[Victoria]

[/b] He called out to the boy, grabbing a tray of random pokeballs and heading through another set of double doors to his right.

The room the instructor had led Eros into was entirely blank, but broad. Gravel paved the ground, and that's about exciting as the room was going to get. Well, at least until the actual battle started.

"Pick one and release it. Then we may start our battle. You may make the first move. After all, I wouldn't want to completely beat a rookie into the ground." Yang spoke, his tone sharp and sarcastic. He drew a pokeball into one hand and released it onto the field shortly after Eros obtained his.

If Eros were to release his Pokemon, he'd see a small bird-like Pokemon. In comparison to the Pokemon Yang sent out, it was absolutely pitiful.

VS

Yang's heartless chuckle echoed throughout the empty room. "What an unlucky fellow you are." He snickered.[/ul]

Ooc: Your Pokemon may use any moves it is capable of learning naturally. This does not include egg moves or TMs.

[Eros Wakefield]

It wouldn't be long before that tall, handsome, white-haired man came waltzing in through the double doors. If this is what the vice principal looked like (one of them anyway), Eros would certainly enjoy his tenure here. Easy on the eyes was Mr. Yang. "Follow," he said, and Mr. Wakefield was all too eager to obey his commands. He was ready to get rolling.

The room was simple enough. The battlefield was adequate; and the rules were simple enough. Plucking a Pokeball and throwing it up into the air, the brown-eyed boy looked up expectantly. Exactly what would lady luck be handing him today? The beam of red energy came shooting out, and took the form of a small flapping beast with a musical note for a head. "Chatot?" It was bad enough that he'd gotten such a small Pokemon; he'd seen them all the time back home, for he lived right along their migration pattern south. When Yang released his bolstering Krookodile, Eros knew he was in for a struggle.

Unlucky fellow? Eros wasn't in such a favorable position, but there were definitely some pros to this match-up. "Stay in the air, Chatot, and that Krookodile's going to have a hard time landing an attack," was the advice that he offered. Chatot was too beautiful to be mangled by Krookodile - he wanted to ensure that every feather stayed intact. "Attack with Uproar, and be sure to stay high!"

Chatot flapped around high above all of the land-based organisms' heads, opening his beak and vomiting out super sonic blasts at Krookodile's scaly black and crimson body.

[Victoria]

[/b] He ordered without a single bit' of emotion in his voice.

And then the battle began. The Krookodile was the first to act, using it's speed as an advantage. It let itself run through the stadium, it's fangs bared and claws scratching at the air wildly as it hurled itself into the puny, bird Pokemon that could barely avoid the shot for the life of it. Chatot had tried to fly upwards, but the large pokemon jumped into the air and caught it between it's jaws before hurling it into the ground.

Right when the Krookodile felt as if it could stomp the brains out of the Chatot, it opened it's beak, rather frightened as an ear-splitting, high pitch noise left it's mouth. The Krookodile covered it's "ears" in pain. All the attack had done was stir it up even more.[/ul][/center]

[Eros Wakefield]

Eros cringed when Chatot found itself stuck between a rock and a row of the crocodile Pokemon's razor sharp teeth. He'd wanted this to go smoothly, but it was apparent it wouldn't. "You can do it, Chatot, just try!" Maybe it was his own will to survive this particularly brutal battle, or maybe it was his temporary trainer's backing, but the little bird Pokemon was able to get his attack off. He caused Krookodile to hold his 'ears' in pain. Maybe this window of opportunity would be just big enough for the bird to make a come-back.

"Okay! Now, Chatot, use Sing," came the next command, full of emotion and enthusiasm. If he could just put that monster to sleep, he might just win this thing! Eros looked on intently as Chatot tried to fly up toward the ceiling while Krookodile was holding its ears. Hopefully it wouldn't notice Wakefield's Pokemon trying to flee its reaching range, and then their would be nothing to stop Chatot from singing its alluring lullaby and soothing the mad beast.

[Victoria]

[/b] He told the boy; waiting hopelessly for his Pokemon to awaken- if that would ever happen.[/ul][/center]

[Eros Wakefield]

"Thank you, sir," said Eros, resisting the urge to swoon in order to see this battle through. He'd created an opening, so now he needed to capitalize! "Chatot, use Round! Make it count while you can!" He added in that last bit because there was no telling exactly when Krookodile would awaken; time was of the essence, and the little song note Pokemon needed to understand the urgency of this situation. It cheeped out it's own name before belting out a large eighth note symbol, which was multi-colored and beyond beautiful. The heavy thing went sailing through the air, looking to slam into the foe and deal some damage. But just in case that wasn't enough or the enemy managed to wake up in time to dodge, "Don't forget, Chatot, stay up as high as you can!"

[Victoria]

[/b] Yang cried out across the field. However, it was hopeless. The vivid note hit the large, crocodile Pokemon, dealing a decent amount of damage. However, the light attack wasn't even close in knocking out the Pokemon. Krookodile, on the other hand, didn't stir as Yang called out it's name. It was sound asleep and vulnerable for attacks.[/ul][/center]

[Eros Wakefield]

The dyed brunette couldn't help but grin as the attack hit dead on, no doubt dealing some major damage. Even better, the foe's Pokemon was still out like a light. Another opportunity to get a one-up in this battle had just presented its self; being the driven young man that he was, Eros jumped on the chance. "Follow up with Hyper Voice, Chatot!" was the command. Chatot began to glow a bright blue. He then blasted out with all his might, and visible rings of audio wavelengths could be seen - headed straight for the slumbering menace. The move was so noisy, and Eros was thankful that Chatot was so high up; otherwise, he might have blasted Eros's eardrums.

[Yang]

[/b] Sexy Beast called out. "Chatot will be dead with what you're doing to it... Release it." He grumbled. The massive Pokemon growled underneath it's breath before letting the flying-type lose and curling up into a ball on the gravel.

The white-haired man walked over towards a rack holding a variety of belts and bracelets. He pulled a yellow belt into his hand, along with three different pokeballs and stepped towards the boy.

"Please return your Pokemon, this battle is over. I wouldn't want that Chatot getting hurt anymore, but you did a nice job. Your rank will be yellow, and you will be stationed over in the forest. You may choose your starter from these three." He told him; returning the sleeping Krookodile and chucking the Pokeball on a "used" shelf where the Pokemon could be healed later.

Three pokeballs were held out on a single tray, one of which would become Eros's.

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[Eros Wakefield]

Eros winced in pain as Chatot was being crushed between the enemy's jaws. It was obvious that this one was over; Chatot was just no match. Yang had commanded Krookodile to stop his harsh attack, less he kill his fellow Pokemon; thank God he relented.

"Yes, sir. Thank you," Eros said, bowing down to his superior when told he had put up a good fight, but it was time to end it. Holding out his Pokeball and calling 'Return,' Eros was able to successfully put Chatot back where he belonged.

He would be a member of the Yellow Dorm? Fair enough. He handed the Vice Dean Chatot's Pokeball, where it was then added to the cart of two other Pokeballs, making a total of three. These were his choices? Chatot was beautiful, but just too small and weak to do any real damage in any situation. Stunfisk was just... no. Fail. Ugly.



The choice was obvious: "Skarmory." Plucking the Pokeball of his new partner from the bunch, Eros pressed his lips up against it. Kissing it ever so gently, showing his new Pokemon partner that he loved it, just like a father kisses the belly of the woman carrying his unborn child. "Thank you, Mr. Yang. Will you be teaching any of the classes this year? If so, I look forward to seeing more of you around campus." And so with those last few words, this Entrance Exam had ended. Off to Yellow Dorm... for now.