The doors to the Pokémon center slid open with their friendly electronic chime as the new arrival approached. Striding into the building, allowing the air from the fans above the door to wash over her momentarily, she took pause to check the clock up on the wall nearby. Just around quarter to 2. If everything went smoothly, she would be in and out by the top of the hour.
Perhaps it was having gone through the rigamarole of the whole process over and over, every time she signed up for a tournament. Perhaps it was the Tangrowth of red tape and soupy rule books that slowed the whole process down. Perhaps it was the handful of staff who weren't pleased to see a horde of out-of-towners arriving with the express purpose of hurting each other. Sometimes, Roisin couldn't quite put her finger on why she hated battle registration quite so much.
And other times, as the door to the back offices opened up, she knew exactly why she hated it.
Out into the foyer, clad in her trademark Snowpoint Avalanche tanktop and shorts, strode the indomitable figure of Tamsin Waters. Wide shoulders, even wider hips, and a more than generous waistline, plus the Rhydon was one of the few competitors on the battle circuit who was actually taller than Roisin. It was easy to see how she had gotten her nickname of 'The Wall'.
"Wow, Roisin, hey there," she said, ducking slightly to pass beneath the doorframe as she approached. "You here for the signups too?"
"Yep," came the terse reply.
The Rhydon let out a chuckle, moving in a little closer to Roisin than might have been polite. "Didn't think you'd have it in you after last time. Well, if you want to give me another free win, I won't complain."
"Whatever," Roisin huffed dismissively. "Move."
"Y'know, I thought you would have learned after the last four or five times," Tamsin told her. "But hey, knock yourself out. Saves me the effort of knocking you out myself."
And with that, the Rhydon grabbed Roisin by the shoulder with one meaty hand and forced her aside, heading out into the city. Before she could, though, the Staraptor thrust a palm hard into Tamsin's shoulder in return, spinning her back around. "You don't push me!" Roisin snapped at her, jabbing a finger into Tamsin's midsection. "Okay?"
The bigger gal simply smirked. "I'll do whatever the hell I want to you, Roisin," Tamsin stated calmly, taking hold of the Staraptor's arm and moving it away.
Instantly, the Flying-type smacked the Rhydon's hand back down, eyes burning with barely contained rage. "You touch me one more time," she growled, "and I'll kick your brains out, mud sack."
"Try it, feather head," scowled the Rhydon, "I'll put you on a stretcher like I did that pipsqueak Gligar friend of yours."
"Ladies, ladies." Another arrival made their presence known just as Roisin was preparing to drive her fist right into Tamsin's snout, placing their hands against the midriffs of both women and slowly easing them apart from one another. "This is neither the time, nor the place."
The Staraptor glanced down at the diminuitive Emolga interposing between the two of them. "Who the hell asked you, fly boy?"
"I'm just saying, save it for the arena," he replied, looking back up with his usual smile, hovering on the border where confident became cocksure. "There you'll have an audience who actually wants to see you fight."
A brief quiet fell over the pair as the Emolga swept between them, leaving the tension to begin gently simmering back down to more manageable levels. He was right, of course, there were a number of very good reasons why battling was so heavily regulated, and almost never took place in public areas.
Tamsin was the one who chose to speak up first. "Good luck, then," she told the Staraptor, turning toward the doorway. "You'll need it." The electronic chime sounded again, and the big Rhydon headed back out into the city and marched off down the street.
Roisin just stood in place, glaring at her as she went. She had plenty of time before the tournament started. She could figure out a way around the type disadvantage. She could figure out a way to withstand her brutal attacks. And she could figure out a way to finally defeat Tamsin one-on-one.
"Joey Vale, one-man air show, here to sign up for the battle tournament, please!"
The Staraptor's attention was thrown over to the reception desk, just in time to see the Emolga following a staff member into the back offices and the door closing behind them. She hadn't noticed him basically cutting ahead of her in line.
She looked back up at the clock, and with a sigh, pulled out her phone and dropped into one of the seats along the wall.
Maybe she would be out by quarter past instead.
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