"The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!" — Samuel Rogers ~*________________*______________*~ In the beginning, there is nothing. Black void blankets the senses, bar hearing; a low, sonorous hum leaves the ears ringing with anticipation. This lack of solid ground, lack of warmth or chill, lack of smell and sigh, sends you into a dizzying predicament; your mind slowly begins to unfurl and reveal its true form. You are finally seeing. What do you see? The darkness is still quite poignant, at first. You are the blind baby, yet to be birthed from your warm sanctuary. But as mother pushes you along, sending you into the world of strife and pain and adventure, so does Mother Earth; She slowly drags away the curtain of dark void, and light pours through the thick inky depths of black. The light brings colors and shapes, but you are unable to recognize these aliens that dance through your head. In your old world, these gods were unseen, invisible to the clouded matrix you skulked through, with the wool of shame and ignorance over your eyes. You were blind, my child. But now, see! The shapes dance and twirl with a sense of all-knowing grace; The ancient forces are present and they gaily prance and hoof their tribal rituals. Your mind feels warm at the sight of the dances, but why? You feel some sort of happiness, or at least you can only guess. In this new world, that which foreign fancies tantalize your mundane and under-developed brainwaves, all feelings are amplified: Love, Anger, Fear, Excitement... these emotions you are known to express are but gone, and in these peasant's places you are given Lords. They bask on their thrones, smiling their wry and omniscient grins, chortling as your puny human body writhes through the spasms of unaltered Emotions. But somehow you prove worthy of this gift. The Gods trial has passed, and your colors were able to soar beyond the veil of the world you left. Now, see the splendor of the Eden that lies ahead.... There is a Man. He stands idle in the distance, but his gaze is certainly aware. Azure eyes, analytic and calculating; the two orbs of intellect quickly scan your being, and without warning, a chill overwhelms your body. What is this sorcery?, your mind races, as your own eyes dare to counter-scan this majestic creature that lies ahead. A thick robe of musky grey blankets the stoic body of the Analyzer; It is but a shadow, draped regally over the figure. That Shadow forebodes an air of heavy pain- of heavy suffering. But it surely isn't the figure's.... The robe is adorned with the regal color of Magenta and the soothingly refreshing color of Daffodil- perhaps the distracting mask of illusion that which the shadow of death hides behind? The Figure himself is decorated with the most stylish of garb, but the thick chains are quick intimidating; What power must the figure have, to bind himself! the restraining of destructive power, perhaps? You will soon learn that the power is channeled not by the brute force, but of the mind. The mind of LouisCyphre. He gives a small smirk as your eyes make contact; The piercing blue lazers its gaze into yours, sends its colorful splash of being barreling into your dull sheen, and the shivers escalate rapidly. The teeth of a god: a perfectly gleaming white set, flashing its seduction. The hair of a god: the mane of lustrous auburn pours from His deep well of knowledge, and gracefully curls near the tips that dance with the air. What secrets it holds! But bound by its ruler and sealed in Pony form, the stallion of locks is restrained from spilling all the wonders of the earth. The aura of a god: he surely exudes such, with the noble standing of the mightiest king, and the fluid physique of nimble dancers. Surely, this man is truly God himself? STOMP STOMP CLAP. STOMP STOMP CLAP. Oh DO quit your gawking! Though quite the character, this is not a god- merely a man whose presence is awe-instilling. But, there is one man.... Allow your sight to fade away from just Lou. What do you see? The Monolith Hall. Yes, your travels through the mind have led you to this very place, the Ancient grounds that mesh the War of battle with the soul of Music. Do you hear it now? Use your heart to recognize that familiar beat. It rises from the sonorous hum, and rumbles through the rock. STOMP STOMP CLAP. STOMP STOMP CLAP. A third noise arises profusely, and your sight reveals its makers: the beasts of stone. Your circling glance is rewarded with the crowds of Magarco, Mawile, Aggron and Graveller, which release guttural bellows and primal screeches in response to the ever present rhythm. You begin the sweat, as they vastly outnumber your puny human self, and you glance at Lou to gauge his reaction. He is a cool ripple of serenity in an ocean of Barbaric lust. The behemoths seem to ignore your presence though, to your relief. You are but a spectator, after all. The stranger in shadows however gets the brute force of their blasts, as the overwhelming crowds of living crag scream and wail at LouisCyphre. They want blood. They want a battle. "AND SO YOU SHALL RECEIVE IT, MY FANS!" A human voice! The lights, wherever their origins lie, are turned to the farthest corner of the Monolith's rooftop, where the large statue of a mighty Bastiodon stands erect. Basking in the warmth of the light and crowd, there he stands. *dun-dun* An electric chord ricochets through the air, reverberating off all the bodies of slate and shale, seemingly amplifying its vibrations. *dun-dun* You feel your whole body pulsed by the chords, like water rippling from the touch of a falling pebble. *dun-dun* The chords get stronger and stronger, and the second figure reveals himself, as he strums the moving tunes. Waving locks of long, golden hair; wild like his spirit. *dun-dun* Stone Grey jeans, washed out and ragged with the vigor of the beat. *dun-dun**dun-dun* Manly Mascara, applied thick and bold to symbolize the angsty inner teen that courses through the soul of rock. *dun-dun**dun-dun**dun-dun**dun-dun* Sweat pours from his determined face, as the chords strum faster and stronger. *dun-dun**daym-daym**dun-dun**daym-daym**dun-dun**daym-daym**dun-dun* The drums and base join in, creating the hard rock beat that shakes the crowd, who roars in rejoice and approval. The lights suddenly begin to strobe, and the music blares. You feel as though you are strapped to Mother Earth's vibrator, pulsing erratically to please the goddess. You simply cannot take anymore of this incredible experience-! "ROCK AND ROOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLL!" The god of the stone bellows his proclamation and his subjects go wild. You find yourself grinning and cheering as well; the infectious groove and freedom moves you. How could one be so bound tightly to the rock, yet has soul that flits so freely? You know not how to answer, but this being is your idol. He continues to jam out, and as he does, you notice LouisCyphre begin the part the red sea of gravel and granite: His marked destination is the Soulful rocker himself. Without warning, time stands still. All pokemon are frozen, and the music is muted. You quickly turn to the statue, where the crashing waves of life once emitted, and are surprised to see the head Rocker still mobile. Lou is unaffected as well, and you are quick to conclude that the sorcery was his doing, as he gives a knowing smirk and strolls towards the statue. "So, you wish for a battle?" "SO BE IT. MAY THE MUSIC BE MY GUIDE, AND MY SOUL POUR OUT WITH THE VIBES OF ROCK!" The world abruptly starts up again, and the pokemon quickly make a large open circle in the center of Monolith Hall. LouisCyphre stands firmly in the center, and stares up at his opponent. "Come down and face me! Immediately!" *DUN-DUN**DAYM-DAYM**DUN-DUN**DAYM-DAYM**DUN-DUN* STOMP STOMP CLAP. *DUN-DUN**DAYM-DAYM**DUN-DUN**DAYM-DAYM**DUN-DUN* STOMP STOMP CLAP. And so it begins...... And the Bastiodon Flip! Heads-Leethoof Tails-LouisCyphre THE MIGHTY BEAST BEARS ITS HEAD! (RNG 1-2: [1-Heads]) Order of Operations -Leethoof sends out Two Pokemon and Equips -LouisCyphre sends out Two Pokemon, Equips, and then commands -Leethoof counters -Glacier Knight Referees Best of luck to you both!