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The Indigo League ([personal profile] indigo_league) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2025-02-17 08:13 pm

Swinub Scurry

Who: Everyone!
When: February 21st-28th
Where: Blackthorn City
What: It's the Swinub Scurry!
OOC Info: here!


Race day dawns bright and early on the 21st. In Blackthorn City, residents are bustling before the Winter sun is fully risen, completing setup for the veritable sea of Swinub-themed stalls and decorations that has been sprouting up throughout the week. The extra advertising has sparked peoples’ competitive spirits, and there’s also an ocean of handmade posters and signs cheering on specific racers.

Understandably, the majority of signs are for locals… but if any characters showed up earlier in the week to sign up, and had their Pokemon out and about, they may have picked up some fans! Is that a cute handmade doodle of their Pokemon hanging off a nearby balcony?

Speaking of racers - anyone who’s stayed in the town since at least last night, or arrived sufficiently early in the morning, will be invited to a complimentary breakfast! It’s simple and traditional, but there’s plenty to go around - rice and miso soup for everyone, and a vast spread of side dishes, including pickled and cooked vegetables and deep fried tofu. This food may be shared with Pokemon, though there’s also lots of high-vitamin Pokemon food specifically available!

Race sign-ups remain open until noon, when racers will be expected to gather up at the starting line - coincidentally, right in front of the big main event stage. As they harness up their Pokemon and double-check their sleds and supplies, the organizing committee for the event will be giving a speech. 30 minutes later, a loud whistle from the committee lead heralds the start of the race, and everyone will be off!

(Glance to your right as you pull away from the crowded stage area - that’s definitely Gym Leader Clair watching!)

Out on the trail, racing trainers and Pokemon will quickly be struggling, but more with the wilderness than with each other! While trainers with less than six Pokemon harnessed up are allowed to bring a regular team to deal with wild Pokemon, trainer battles are off limits during the race. There’s more than enough to worry about as is!

(That’s not to say there aren’t one or two racers willing to stoop to sabotage, provided they see an opportunity where they think they won’t get caught.)

The trail is marked with red streamers on trees and rocks, but they’re few and far between, and there’s intermittent snow showers that make visibility low. Trainers were provided with a map at the race’s start, but this isn’t the city - you better hope you can interpret contour lines and similar-looking landmarks. It’s easy to get lost! These aren’t the nice, trampled-down paths of routes - trainers will find themselves having to dodge around trees, bounce over rocks, and cross frozen streams and rivers! Speaking of frozen rivers… careful, the slushy weather earlier in the month left some of those with a more fragile layer of ice than others…

On top of that, the wild Pokemon out here are higher in level than on the routes! Trainers will find themselves having to fend off large, dangerous Pokemon like Beartics, Lycanrocs, Cetitans, and Hisuian Braviarys.

And then there’s figuring out when to rest. Any veteran racer will tell you it’s a bad idea not to let your Pokemon have a break for at least a few hours, no matter how much stamina you think they have. Dealing with the wilderness takes a lot out of you. (Every race, there’s someone overconfident enough to think they can just keep going… who then ends up staggering into the finish well behind the pack, their Pokemon completely wiped.) But… do you push as far as possible before resting, and hope you can keep your lead? Or do you rest early, and hope to breeze past everyone else while they’re taking their break?

Back in town, the festivities will have kicked into full swing! Food stands abound - in particular, given the weather, there’s endless options for warm bowls - rice porridge (particularly in the mornings), ramen, udon, oden, stew… But for those who don’t want something soup-adjacent, they will find plenty of other treats, like mochi cakes grilled over a charcoal fire, crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside, with both savory and sweet varieties.

There’s stands with souvenirs and traditional crafts, too - do you want a textile with a Piloswine pattern? Of course you do. There’s lots of options for accessories for your Pokemon - woven collars and bandannas, scarves… and clothes for you too, if you’re so inclined! There’s little wooden and ceramic Swinub charms - rub their noses for luck - and various wood and papercraft objects. One particularly large stand seems to be doing a thriving business in traditional Spinarak silk soap!

On and around the main stage, there’s always something going on. During the day, there’s a constant stream of updates and commentary, with several large screens streaming video from race officials following the race on flying Pokemon. But there’s more: every day of the race has a few additional events on a small side stage, like a panel with former racers talking through their experiences, or a Pokemon performance.

As it begins to get dark, activity will slow down… but even in the wee hours of the night, the stage will stay open with the next shift of commentators, albeit with a much more sleepy, relaxed atmosphere. (Absolutely no loudspeakers, people are trying to sleep.) Some brave and selfless stalls will stay open all night with hot drinks, and tiny local bars so small they only seat a handful of guests offer a warm, friendly place to stop and relax well into the early hours of the morning. Even Blackthorn City’s onsen is kept open well into the night, offering a steamy soak to people and Pokemon alike.

In the early afternoon of the 22nd, the very fastest racers will start showing up at the finish line! They’ll be met with cheering, as will every racer that arrives afterward - it’s a Swinub Scurry tradition that every racer must be welcomed back enthusiastically, no matter how long it takes them. Yes, even in the middle of the night. (There’s a reason the finish line is located at the edge of the city.)

Trainers and Pokemon will be dragged back to the center of the festivities and brought inside to warm up and enjoy another complimentary meal. They’re expected to stick around the city until the race is officially over - they want their medal, right? - but they’re otherwise free to enjoy the celebration around town! They may have to suffer through occasional excited crowds when they’re recognized, though people will let characters go if they beg off by saying their Pokemon are tired or hungry. On the other hand, being recognized at stalls might mean getting offered some small treats and goodies on the house - particularly for those who performed well in the race!

Shortly after sunset on the 23rd, the race will finally come to a close when old man Junzo comes placidly trundling in with his full pack of Shuckle. The cheers for him are… lackluster, to say the least, but he seems entirely unbothered. At this point, all the racers will be called to the stage, with anyone who completed the race presented with a medal, anyone who participated offered the option of taking a Swinub egg (assuming they didn’t get caught cheating)... and the top three winners particularly hyped up and praised! Hope you wanted to be on TV?

But that doesn’t mean the festivities are over! While the intensity will ramp down over the week, and the stage and performances will have shut down after the 23rd, the stalls and extended local business hours won’t close down until the 28th.
garbagechild: I GOIG TO FUCKING GET YOU (BREAKING NEWS:)

ITS PERFECT i howled

[personal profile] garbagechild 2025-05-08 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
Be careful about assuming, Ed! Every dog has at least a little bite. And in Wrath's case, maybe also some rabies.

In any case, the element of surprise is potent but temporary, and as Wrath renews his yanking, his mind is already racing to add up his options.

Answering Ed's question is... well. Out of the question.

Wrath has had many of his earliest beliefs quashed or at least twisted around, since that fateful encounter on Yock Island, but those first encounters with Edward Elric can still be conjured up in his mind's eye, clear as day. The fury, the accusations. And since this Ed (HE THINKS) can only be from those very days...

"LET-- GO!!" he growls, and then his eyes dart downwards. This is the only telegraphing he does before aiming his NEXT kick, and this one is at the spot that he just learned for himself was a vulnerability in the frigid cold: where Ed's automail leg connects with his thigh.

And of course, he does this with more confidence and accuracy than anyone who didn't know about Ed's automail could pull off. The li'l stinker.
Edited 2025-05-08 10:29 (UTC)
milkisgross: (Connecting the nerves)

:3

[personal profile] milkisgross 2025-05-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ed notices the boy's eyes dart down to his leg, but it's his automail. Surely, he'll just kick the cold, unrelenting steel…

But he doesn't. Somehow, the brat knew exactly where Ed's automail met with the stump of the his leg and the kick was a hard one. Unfortunately for Ed, the pain that shot through him forced him to let the kid go and let out a loud string of strong cursing that made a few of the nearest bystanders turn their heads. He fell to one knee, unable to get back up until the pain subsided a bit.

While Ed might be down for a few moments, Skull and Static weren't. Sure, their trainer wasn't handling the kid in a very good way, but that kick was uncalled for! Skull leaped off of Ed's shoulder as he went down and Static moved forward to try to catch Wrath's coat with her mouth. He needed to apologize!
garbagechild: but the chain on my collar doesn't reach the sidewalk so i can only go around the lawn in circles :( (I WANT!!!!! TO BITE!!!!)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2025-05-19 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
GET DUNKED ONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

As soon as he feels Edward's grip loosen, Wrath is ready to GO. This was not an encounter he was prepared for, and as ornery a little bastard as he is, flight is easily winning out over fight, here.

BUT!

Static catches the hem of his coat, and Wrath lets out a disgruntled yelp as he's jerked back again. Because oh, come on! He twists around, gritted teeth bared in a snarl, but when he sees it's the little yellow sheep that has hold of him, he huffs.

Wrath may be perfectly willing to kick Edward Elric, but he's not really in the business of being violent towards Pokemon unless they're really asking for it.

So instead he yells, again, "LET GO!" and gives another tremendous pull. As he does so, his hands fly to the buttons on the coat, starting to undo them as fast as he can.
milkisgross: (damnit Winry)

[personal profile] milkisgross 2025-06-05 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ed is still trying to pick himself back up. He stumbles. "Damnit!"

His Pokemon on the other hand, are on it.

Skull managed to climb up on Static and he reached for the coat at well. Wrath's tug was forceful, and he managed to pull the Mareep forward, but she kept a good grip on the coat. Skull was flung off the sheep, but he also caught onto the boy's coat as he tumbled down, adding at least a little extra weight.

Just apologize, kid.
garbagechild: you don't need that many. (wrath that's too many guns)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2025-06-05 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The cold makes Wrath's fingers not nearly so nimble as they are under normal circumstances, but with the addition of Skull's weight pulling on the coat, the last couple of buttons pop right off and with one more lunge, THE BOY IS FREE!

The coat comes down on the Pokemon and Wrath staggers forward a few steps in his turtleneck (Lust had not allowed him out of the hotel without layers), but-- partly due to the heat pads that Callie had so graciously helped him with earlier-- the sleeves aren't quite down to his wrists, and the resulting flash of metal on his right arm immediately draws the eye to something that may answer one of Ed's questions, but give rise to many more...

Because this boy doesn't just have automail.

He has Ed's automail.

The specific automail that Winry Rockbell made for Edward Elric.

That's what's attached to this boy's body in lieu of a normal, flesh-and-blood limb.

Where did he get that.
milkisgross: (Horrifying realization)

[personal profile] milkisgross 2025-06-19 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed, where did he get that?

That kid's right arm, or at least what Ed could see of it, was an exact replica of Ed's own. He could only assume that his left leg was also a replica since the brat knew right where to kick to make it hurt the most.

He was back on his feet now and lazar-targeted on the wild child. The crowd around him was nothing but an obstacle to get through. He didn't care if he had to weave, bob, or shove through any of them. His Pokemon? Unfortunately forgotten about as questions swam through his mind like a school of fish trapped in a tank that was far too small for them. The race? What race? Everything melted into the background as Ed made a bee-line for the kid. Meanwhile, Static had dropped the child's coat and Skull had climbed his way up on the Mareep's back. They chased after their determined trainer.

'Who made him that automail?
Stupid question. That's WINRY'S automail, dumbass!
What the hell happened that he needs it?
Why did she make it just like mine?
Why won't he just talk to me?
Who the hell is this kid anyway?
Why is he such a little shit?
How the hell am I going to get him to talk to me?
He's not going to talk to you after you chase him down like a criminal you idiot.
How else am I going to get him to talk to me?'
garbagechild: real winners quit (IF IT SUCKS... HIT DA BRICKS!!!)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2025-06-21 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
The race is no longer between teams of variously-suited Pokemon, it is now between Edward Elric and his bizarro imitator from another dimension.

Who, as a matter of fact, is off through the crowd like a panicked hare.

Unlike their conversation on the network, when he'd hung up for no real reason other than to be as frustrating as possible, NOW he's fleeing the situation out of pure, instinctive panic-- for just a moment, the years in between have flown straight out of his head and he's right back in Dublith, sprinting down the street with a torn t-shirt and a hammering heart.

This time, though, he can't exactly phase through things, so... he is bumping into lots of people.

He has completely forgotten about the Pokeballs in his pockets.