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Post by NPC on Sept 2, 2023 18:53:57 GMT -6
Welcome to the Obedience Trial!The obedience trial is the ultimate show of your training! Score points by showing any approved training you have. Wow! Please include the following in your application: - Your pet's image and name - Their full stats, including moves, abilities, and everything they have been trained - Any items you intend to use during the contest Keep in mind that everything you intend to use in the show ring will have to be officially trained. Check the tutorial for any extra information you might need! The registration deadline is Midnight, September 14th, US Central Time: Countdown
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Post by Emery on Sept 13, 2023 20:27:42 GMT -6
Emery walked into the contest hall with Klik following dutifully behind her. Not that he was going anywhere- crowds and people other than Emery seemed to make him nervous, so he stuck to what he knew. The screen-headed woman didn't go to the contest hall too often. It wasn't exactly her 'scene', though videos of the performances were admittedly helpful in training her pets. A lot of the creatures at these performances were taught unusual and interesting tricks and moves, so they made good references for her own training ventures. This obedience contest was sure to be no different. If Emery ever wanted to train particularly vicious pets, getting to know more techniques for training them first hand would be ideal. She stepped up to the desk. "Hello. I am here to enter my fossil, Klik, into the obedience contest." She said, gesturing to the pink and purple creature at her feet. He wasn't fantastically trained, but it would do.
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Post by Noa on Sept 13, 2023 20:39:18 GMT -6
"Well," Noa said. "Here we are again." He had to bite back a sigh as he surveyed his surroundings. Of all the ways to spend his time... Planning a show of theatrics for an audience that didn't understand or appreciate what they were looking at wasn't his favorite way to spend it, that was for sure. Still, the obedience contest's standards for what it awarded points for were more liberal than many other contests, so better this than many of the others. And the prizes, some of them were quite good. On the other hand, Rhys was happy to be here, but that didn't surprise Noa in the least. This kind of frivolous spectacle was just the sort of thing the Faeron liked best. {What else do you think people will enter?} Rhys said, wings fluttering in excitement. Noa shrugged. Their own entry was a familiar sight: Avander walked behind them, with an eye to the people around them, preening slightly if he thought they were paying him particular attention. It was funny, in its own way, that Noa's most well-trained fighting beast also enjoyed these shows... even if his enjoyment began and ended with being admired. Shaking his head, Noa filled out a form, then tossed it at a staff member and headed off to prepare.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 13, 2023 22:12:28 GMT -6
The contest season is starting up again, if the flyer about a new contest in the daily mail has anything to say about it. Kristofor frowns at the flyer, tapping the thick sheet of parchment with a claw. He's got several well trained creatures of his own now, er... if you defined them listening to him as well trained. The door swings shut behind him as he goes back into the groomery, sorting the mail under the flyer. Junk, junk, advertisement, its almost like being back home. Op, there's the newspaper, he'll read that... and a notice about a new animal being offered by the labs. Pass thanks; he had enough on his hands. WHEEK? From the railing, he sees Mira peering through the trapdoor. Come up when? Barkbarks much loud. Unhappy. You know... he did have fun with doing Mira's act a few years back...was it really a few years ago now? Could do that again. He beckons to the panilla to join him downstairs. 'Contest?' Big place, fun show. Happy? WHEEK! Away from barkbarks, happy. There's his answer.
"Registering Mira, my panilla for the obedience contest." the fox says confidently, Mira poised on his shoulder.
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Star
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Post by Star on Sept 13, 2023 22:35:34 GMT -6
The contest hall was open for yet another registration. It had been a while since my last first place ribbon, so I made sure to take plenty of time to focus on the routine for this one. Once I was finally happy with Mercury's performance, I brought him down to the contest hall to register. Of all his forms, the dragon one was my favorite, so I kept that disk in place as we travelled. Since he could fly in that form, it was much easier for him to keep up and for me to keep track of him.
"My name is Star," I said to the attendant. "This is Mercury, my Living Liquid Steel. I would like to enter him in the contest. Thank you."
After a moment, I considered that Mercury was still in his dragon form. In order to best show off his transformation ability, I wanted to register him in his base form. I reached into the goop that made up his body and pulled the disk out, causing him to fall to the floor as a pile of liquid metal.
"My apologies," I said, still clutching the disk. "This is Mercury's natural state. I would like to begin the show with him like this," I explained.
[21.55, 3.2]
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Post by Flare on Sept 13, 2023 22:37:38 GMT -6
The rattling of bones told the man that Shabh had woken up from his morning sunning. A cracking stretch, wide yawn... ooh, makes him want to climb back in his own barrel and ignore the day. But being up for hours since sun up does that to someone. The earth feels a bit chilly underfoot today as he found someone had, yet again, jammed a selection of paper into the slats of his garden gate. No he has no post box, nobody really should know besides the Warden that he lived out here. Flare like his privacy, thanks. But a contest flyer does catch his eye. Obedience trial. Huh. What does one do with a contest. Show off? If anyone might show off, it wouldn't be him. Not typically. Interesting smell. Curiosity. Unsure? he sometimes forgets how tall the dragonhound is when he's on all fours, not needing to arch his head much to smell the papers in his hand. Strong smell. Flower. No good. Really? Flare gives the parchment an exploratory sniff... yech. Perfume. He doesn't like perfume. But he is interested in seeing how the locals are showing off their creatures.
"Entering Shabh. My rakai, in the contest. Please." His common is unpracticed, but he can write it all down for what is needed. Shabh is just there, his nose wrinkled from the strong smells of perfume. x.20
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Post by Silver on Sept 14, 2023 0:24:42 GMT -6
Silver usually enjoyed coming up with contest routines, but this time they were a bit stumped. In a show where they could potentially show off anything, what would they focus on? It was a bit strange, but in the end, they decided to rely on one of their most trusted creatures. Kumoya wasn't a big fan of doing tricks on command, but she was easily bribed and generally liked to see them happy.
They grabbed a handful of supplies and headed down to the contest hall with their cherised grey Malii at their side. They had a vague idea what they wanted to do during the performance, but they finished working it out on the way there. Whatever they came up with, they knew that Kumoya would be able to follow along without trouble.
"Hello, this is, ah, this is my Malii. Her name is Kumoya. I would like to enter her in, ah, in the obedience contest, please." Silver beamed in the direction of the registration desk, sharply contrasting the unamused scowl worn by their companion.
[151.35, 31.2]
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 14, 2023 13:43:50 GMT -6
It wasn't exactly confidence, but Zenjesi certainly felt calm and collected upon arriving at the contest hall. Despite so recently coming to the Labs, Zenjesi had already encountered a more welcoming population than they had ever experienced before. This had bolstered their nerves somewhat. Their mosca, though also relatively new to their care, had naturally picked up on a few tricks during their bonding time, and had latched onto the satyr quite quickly (despite what she may portray). Even now, she was pacing a half step behind the satyr, lurking in their shadow and keeping a careful watch for any who might wander too close. Zenjesi didn't really mind this. In many ways, they related to the sentiment. In any case, the mosca could be quite obedient, and likely with the promise of freeze-dried fish, she would demonstrate that for a judge or two. Surely they were prepared for this! Zenjesi entered the building and crept up to the counter, allowing Synkka to settle in between their legs and the desk safely. "I am entering my mosca."
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Sept 14, 2023 17:18:02 GMT -6
While the last contest could have been better in terms of placement, she was actually surprised at how many points Killua did end up getting for joining in on a contest that was all about toughness. With that in mind, she decided to give it a try with someone who has been to contests before, although not as often perhaps as she could have done had she tried. With Saar waiting patiently at her side, glancing at the people around him calmly as he gazes at them with curiosity, munching on the occasional treat, for most of the people in the room to register themselves and their companion’s, it felt like it didn’t take all that long for them to briefly talk with Shayna and then fill in the paperwork to enter. As soon as the line of people diminished and it is her turn with Saar to register, she can tell Saar sees it as well, as his ears twitch to the front and back to any noise that can be a bit distracting, legs twitching as he sees her walk to the front desk but ultimately staying put as she hadn’t said anything about him needing to follow her. “Hello Ma’am!” She greets Shayna who sees is working behind the desk when she comes close. “I’d like to sign up for the Obedience Trial, my name is Twilight and the fellow back there,” She waves in Saar’s direction. “Is Saar a Thundrace Halfbreed.” She finishes simple, waiting for the confirmation to start with the paperwork on registering for this contest.
Twilight 0.1 - Logged Saar Lv 10.1, Ly 10.1
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Post by Xentus on Sept 14, 2023 21:06:09 GMT -6
| Tricks | Moves | Abilities | ✓ | Name | 1 | ✓ | Come | 1 | ✓ | Stay | 1 | ✓ | No | 1 | ✓ | Tolerance | 2 | ✓ | Carry Rider | 2 | ✓ | Tack Up | 1 | ✓ | Land | 1 |
| ✓ | Wing Buff | 3 | ✓ | Silence | 4 | ✓ | Lightning Bolt (Magic) | 5 | ✓
| Ripcord Dance (Magic) | 5 |
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> Xentus, accompanied by Mashiik. The owl was still upset. While they were victorious against the golossle, she'd been rather cold and distant ever since. One part upset about her inability to dodge the massive bug, another part in Xentus doing nothing more to save her. Not that he could do much about the latter. So, one could imagine her absolute disdain at the idea at another venture getting pitted up against other beasts. 'But it was a contest this time!', he had argued, only to be met with the fact that he'd entered in contests before and never actually went through with it. 'But Xentus has been busy!', he excuse always ever was. Mashiik was rightfully upset. The alurook begrudgingly trailed after the man, looming over him as threateningly as she could. A giant owl was vaguely threatening, though her brilliant golden plumage didn't quite make for the greatest selling point of that regard. ' Mashi, this time is different. Xentus assures', he told her gently, apologetically. Her eyes were locked to the back of his head, trying to stay entertained by the mass of white dreads wiggling as he approached the registration desk. (... Fine.) " Greetings! Xentus is entering Mashiik here for the contest", the leopard chimed, "H e promises to show up this time, fret not!"
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2023 21:16:17 GMT -6
Fiera had brought... a rock to the contest hall. Or at least, that was what it looked like. In truth, it was actually Peninnah, her moonstone vespa. The creature had simply entered its juvenile stage, half dreaming in a crystaline form. Only half though, of course. "...People... sounds..." Came a sleepy voice from the collar of speech wrapped around a tine of the crystal. "Yes, Pen. There's a lot of people here. I'm sure they'll love you." Fiera said, giving the crystal a pat as she filled out the paperwork. A juvenile vespa was... an ODD choice for an obedience contest, and Peninnah wasn't entirely lucid in this state, but she could still hear and obey Fiera's commands. That made her a valid entry for the contest, and so Fiera was going to shoot her shot, regardless of what other people thought of her for it. In fact, it sounded like fun.
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