Raindrop Valkyrie

I have... still not sure how that happened exactly.

Na, that is totally fine imo, you were presumably brought there by him so I can imagine one might think he had sort of interest etc... I can understand the line of thought there and don't think it is overly-Sueish. Like... He hadn't really told you too much about the Plane you had brought yourself too. What are you to believe he wanted? THe reason Violet answered the way he did... he finds Warrior tales or tales of war extremely boring. He has seen them too many times to care. He finds other things much more interesting about people.The only reason he responded as such was Debronee was the only one to follow that path of logic, that Maybe he was there because the Lord in Violet brought him there because he had in interest in him or his family line etc... He found out the hard way that well... Violet could care less XD>.

Hmmm? not sure what you mean.

That feel when I thought it said that.... My brain made me think that pun apparently.

Helen's Happening "Well then... Not sure what the hell was about. If you didn't like it you could've said something you know?" He said in somewhat stunned disbelief. When one heard loud ripping... they tended to look back to see what it was after all. "I could have changed it however you would have wanted." He snapped his fingers now, changing his own garb to a horribly bright shade of yellow, then snapped again as it changed to a strange shade of Pinkish-red. He stayed this colour for awhile remarking the following "I suppose I am the Lord in Amaranth at the moment. It is a strange colour... lot less visually striking than Violet for sure. Besides Violet has always been the Royal Colour of Nevermore! The Rivenholts mostly establishing it. Hmmm... they are a bit silly though probably brings Violet a bad name." He mused on for a bit about the colour violet's history all the while remaining the Amaranth he changed his clothes to. *At least 6 to 7 minutes of rambling about Violet later.* "Anyway, maybe next time tell me before you I dunno... go more than a little berserk and tear something to pieces. Not like that matters to me since I made it in like... second flat, but I mean I got magic you might as well tell me what you want I could work it out pretty easily ya know? Anyway I am suuuure there is something pare laying around the Halls... somewhere... probably so that you need not wear that shawl as clothing. I figure that if you asked me to stain it... it has some importance... ,maybe... most don't want white garments soaked in blood stains. Though I suuuuupose you wanted that for trophy purposes... or something." He rambled on for a bit... kinda in shock form the earlier confrontation. He just kept trying to fill the awkward space with talking. It was probably even more annoying. "Look, I'm sorry about that. How the hell was I supposed to know? Other than I probably should have known... probably." He sincerely meant to apologize... though it did nearly seem like he was just talking to himself at this point. Until he switched back to clearly addressing her. "Anyway Milady.There shall be a lot of guests tonight. I would say to be polite... but at some point you will probably be sticking a shiv in their guts so I don't think it is all that appropriate to say that." ((Colour Amaranth for those that do not know.))

#SorryNotSorry, Acquie lol.

Vayne's Visit "I didn't bring you here. I sent you the invitation, and you answered it. That is why you are here. You have a regret that you need to solve... do you not? That is why you are here. You came here of your accord so clearly you don't believe that you don't deserve to live. You are here because you want to be." The Lord in Violet said to the distraught man. Clearly... these folks coming through here really didn't understand the idea behind the invitation. While he could ask them here, he couldn't cause them to come here as they had no body. They had to create it themselves with their own willpower after which they would find themselves here at the Halls of Sorrow. It was rather annoying explaining this to most souls that come through here. Especially the hysterical ones. Oh woe is me, I caused everyone I trusted and know to die!!! Ever think that might be why you are here bub? He sighed rather loudly, "So, if you are going to blame anybody for being here it best be yourself bub. Because, you are the one that wanted the chance to fix what you did. So, don't be mad at me, I am trying to do you a service." Silef's Session He held her fingers in his hand gently, making sure not to touch his palm to hers. Even though he had a glove on and it didn't truly matter, he didn't want to break common courtesy. "And no worry Lady Asterlux, there won't be... that kind of court today. It shall be a very different kind of court, so don't worry about that Milady." he walked at a steady pace to not rush the lady and besides there wasn't much of a rush anyway. There was plenty of time yet, why not enjoy a nice stroll with a Lady after all? "And Odd indeed, it is not oft that a Lady such as you ends up here at the Halls of Sorrow. Rarely do Nobles regret their lives... so you must be a rather... special noble after all." Debronee's Disembarkment "No offense, but I don't choose who gets invited, I have little to no interest in you at all. You are the reason you stand here before me. You answered the call and materialized your body here in this plane of existence." He stood there, not trying to look imposing but not really trying not to either. He stood up tall and straight, not moving much while staring down the young man what he said was true, but the Lord in Violet could care less. Plenty killed... in fact not a single spirit came through the Halls that hadn't taken a life at least once. The pointless whining of a man who didn't accept the fact of what he did was necessary. Quite frankly, as such the Lord in Violet had no real interest in this one, or any that he he did hold, had been quelled as he learned the truth. "You are here for your own purpose to fight for yourself. I am only an Overseer. You have no need to fight for me, because it isn't me you are here for. You have summoned yourself here." He cracked his fingers. "So... I shall lead you to the Halls. They are where you will fight to cleanse your soul." Zagi's Exordium "Neither, you are here of your own accord. I merely sent the invitation you are the one who answered. I am not the one who created the body you know inhabit... you are." The Violet clad one said. His walking stick clanked as it hit the Violet cobbles underfoot. "Come, we can speak more on the way to the keep." Helen's Happening ((The sad irony... beads represent the elements in Graterrian fashion, like red beads being fire etc... commonly used by Shamans or spellcasters to show which elements they had conquered of used themselves in battle. On traditional walking sticks, they were commonly attached to the skull of the Caster's Spirit Animal to represent the elements that they had mastered within their souls etc... [and by the way... it is the Lord ->IN<- Violet, not the Lord of Violet. just so you.])) "I have very little to do with you appearance here Helen. I sent the invitation you yourself answered it, and you are the reason that you are here. You created the body you now inhabit including the Shawl you hold in your hand. So... you made it that way not I, and therefore I cannot give you anything for that I have never given you anything to begin with. It is best to ask yourself why it is not that way... perhaps... you might find a reason. Perhaps you felt you didn't deserve to have it... as well as a lot of other things you are... noticeably lacking at the moment." He said, clearly talking about her state of undress. It wasn't common for one to summon themselves in the nude. Mostly because most places in Graterras it was considered shameful. However... the Lord in Violet had a pretty good hunch about why this one did so. After all... he knew everything about her. It was part of sending the invitation. He learned all there was to learn about the soul. He might not get all the context, but he learned it. Meeting them was when things started to fill in properly and he got the full understanding. "Either way, you have a stake in the Clash of Fates. Therefore you have summoned yourself to rectify some wrong you yourself committed. What that wrong is... I really don't care; It isn't my business. I am just here to oversee the proceedings nothing more, nothing less." he said in a clear calm tone. He didn't really convey much emotion in his voice, it was a clear flat tone, seemingly to make sure she understood what he was saying. "Anyway while I rightly don't care about your state of dress, other mortals will. So... I will solve that issue now and we can be on our way to the Halls of Sorrow." He tapped his staff on the ground one time. All the green beads on the staff glowed with a bright green light as it flashed green where he struck the ground. within an instant, Helen found herself dressed in a giant over the top Violet ball gown. The Lord in Violet made a sharp 90% turn at this point and started walking towards the Keep in the distance. He spoke back over his shoulder. "It is only temporary, I am sure we can find something more battle worthy in the keep."

Ayla's Arrival "Hmmm, so you do not. Strange, you have answered the invitation of your free will, hence why you are here. So, I don't know how you do not know of it." He looked genuinely confused while saying this. He scratched his head as he paced around. He had sent the invitations many a time and never had this many complications. Most of those arriving here knew their purpose to be here. However, he wondered how spread the legends of the Hall of Sorrows were in the world of Graterras these days. Once all knew about them and it was reflected by the spirits who arrived. They knew very well what they were getting into. But this particular batch... didn't seem to know. He sighed out of frustration, though tried to remain composed. After all, couldn't let a mortal see him visibly upset. "Walk with me won't you? Perhaps, I will be able to explain more while we walk to the fort."

Ayla's Arrival "Hmmm, not a talkative one are you? I should have expected as much, but I had hoped you would speak to me. Much easier to communicate that way. But, I will not press you do do that which you do not want to." The violet clad man spoke. He threw up his staff as he stood back up, and caught it. It wasn't to impress or anything but the easiest way to get the staff out of the way to stand back up at full attention. At least for the Lord in Violet. He paced around with the clacking of beads and bones filling the mostly still night air. "Well Ayla, you are here because you answered my invitation. As such you have been summoned here to the Halls of Sorrow." he answered his own questions to her. He wondered how quiet she would remain, if he'd get any response at all. The first indicated she wasn't the talking type. He knew this well enough to begin with. She only ever so slightly relaxed to begin with. He knew that she did, but she was still very much on guard.

Varick's Visit "Hmmm, well you are here therefore you answered the invite, there is no other way for you to have gotten here after all." He said, scratching his chin. He paced even more than he had before clicking and clacking all the same. "Do you know why you have arrived here at the Halls of Sorrow? Do you know what it is you are here for Varick?"

September 21 2013 is when I came around. As I haven't been playing the game really... no idea what episode that was.

Everything has been pretty fantastic so far, glad this is getting off to a pretty nice start lol. Really enjoying reading the opening for these characters etc... also I will apologize if any of the parts as the Lord in Violet since they all seem similar etc... it is jsut hard to make every single encounter with him 100% different XD. So, I apologize if anything looks a bit cookie cutter etc in any of them because... I am writing them to deal with every character so... some might have abit of overlap etc...

Matthew's Meeting. "You are just as intuitive as I though Mister Corwil. You do have a real mind for these things." The violet clad man said. He leaned on his staff looking Corwil in his eyes. two orbs of purple mist sat in the Lord's head. Not much like humans eyes were they. "However, this is not the afterlife, this is a limbo. This place exists between the world of the damned, dead and forgotten, and the world of Mortals. It has no name, at least none known to any mortals." He stared the old Captain down, judging the man with every look. The Lord in Violet had a powerful stare, one that told him nearly everything about those that stood in front of him. It was no harsh judgement, no cruel thing. It was a power that allowed him to understand those he looked at completely. He understood any being completely with but his gaze alone. Not a power many could boost. He crack his neck, a loud noise interrupting the silence. And he talked once more after. "You remember that kernel of warmth? Well... you answered my invitation Mister Corwil. You are here because you choose to be here. You decided you wanted to fight. Because you have something... left undone do you not?" He turned around and paced for a moment. The beads and bones rattled quickly as he hastily turned. Then they gently clacked as he walked a few paces. He stood with his back to Matthew staring at the great Violet keep behind him. His voice once more rang into the silence, seemingly drowning out the sound of the rain. "Your services aren't of my need, but that of your own Mister Corwil. You fight for yourself today, not for me. It is you who will fight to wash away that one bitter regret you still have. After all, you answered my invitation... You must have some reason to fight, no?" Ayla's Arrival "Why so tense Ayla? I am not here to cause you harm." the Man clad in violet spoke quickly in a hushed and gentle tone. He clearly meant to show he had to ill will towards the woman standing before him. He bowed quickly and courteously, dropping his staff to his side as he did so. He didn't loose his grip on it, showing he had incredible grace and knew his own body well. "To what do I owe the pleasure of one of Draven's Faithful being here? Tell me Ayla Ryssel... do you know where you are? DO you know why you are here?" Debronee's Disembarkation The man in violet looked at what appeared to be a young man. He knew why he was here and the nature of that arrival... however... he still couldn't really believe it himself. He waved a hand in front of the young man's face, not to be rude, but to check on him. He seemed to not all be there at the moment. "Debronee, do you know why you are here? Do you know where you are?" He asked quickly as if trying to keep the young man's attention. He wasn't trying to be forceful, but he had a bite to his words making sure they were to be heard crystal clear. He stood straight and tall, cutting an imposing figure. He tried to look solid make sure that he could be trusted. The Boy was clearly disoriented, or was very recently. He had to make sure that he could be trusted. He tried his best to seem as such. Holding his wildly eccentric staff still by his side. He tapped it on the ground once as a bright purple light flashed. "Hopefully, that helps clear your mind entirely. SOmetimes, souls have issues with their memories reattaching. That flash of light so tie them more hastily and keep your head on straight. Now, as I asked before; Do you know where you are, and why you are here Debronee?" The Lord in Violet asked firmly and swiftly. Silef's Session "Ah, no matter Milady." the man said as he he nodded in reply. He took off his wild tophat. It was the same colour as the rest of his getup along with having 3 black raven's feathers pinned to the side. He bowed quickly holding the hat to his chest. Silef could see the top of his head... or rather, what seemed to be the top of a great helm. It was a strange sight to see; a helmet underneath a hat? He placed it back on top of his head as he outstretched his unoccupied hand. He still had his head lowered below the level of hers. He offered this kindness as a Lord to a Lady, a proper Graterrian gesture. He would take her hand in his as he walked her to the gates of his Keep. "Please Milady take my hand, I shall explain what I can to you on our way to the Halls of Sorrow, my beautiful home. It is an honour to have royalty here after all, we so rarely get visitors of your calibre Milady." Vayne's Visit "Isn't that... Impossible my boy? A traitorous hero sounds a mite like a contradiction." the Lord in Violet remarked. He paced back and forth around Vayne sizing him up, looking at him from all angles. He took in the essence of the one who stood before him. "But... you did it for love didn't you? You gave up everything for the one you held most dear in this world didn't you?" He questioned. However, Vayne would be able to tell... this man actually already knew the answers to the questions he was asking. While they were posed at questions, they were said like statements. This lord implied he knew the answers by doing this and he didn't make much effort to hide it either. He wasn't judging though, he didn't seem to be accusatory. He only was stating facts he knew. Could he easily anger the man? Probably. But, the Lord in Violet didn't care about that; To him it was more important this man know why he was here. "I wouldn't have invited you if you weren't a hero Vayne... O treacherous one. So... maybe that impossibility i mentioned earlier... maybe it isn't so impossible after all." Zagi's Exordium "And what if I didn't know where we were? What would you do then Zagi Adius?" TH figure clad in Violet asked. It was a serious question after all. Though by his tone it was clear he knew where they were. After all, he had come out to greet the man, it would have been hard to do so if he didn't know where they were right now. "Luckily for you, I do know where we are. These are the Halls of Sorrow." He said raising his arms in the air. He turned to face the mighty Violet keep that rose above the hills int he distance. It sat by itself on the hill, the rain covering the walls with a slick sheen. "Aren't they magnificent?" Varick's Visit "Well, clearly you are alive right now. Why would you be turning into one of those? You answered my invitation after all, I can't talk to a skeleton... usually." the Lord in Violet mused. It seemed as if he was vocalizing an inner monologue, or just saying his own thought aloud. He paced around, his boots smacking on the pavement and his staff clicking and clanking as the mountain of adornments cracked together over and over. He left out a soft huff, as he turned back to the half orc man. "Welcome to the Halls of Sorrow Varick Harudim, aren't they a lovely place?" He said gesturing towards that mighty Keep that rested on the hill. Neville's Encounter "This place is no afterlife Frostburn. It is a world between planes of the damned, deceased and the forgotten, and the land of the living." He said staring at the Wizard. "You should know this after all. It is you who answered the invitation I sent you. I figured you would know best of what this world is considering you answered it quite quickly." he paced back and forth now, his boots slamming into the Violet cobbles underfoot. The rain poured down all around still playing its rhythmic dirge. The Raven's skull seemed to stare at Neville almost as much as the eyes of the Lord in Violet himself. He looked the Wizard up and down and from every angle he could get from his pacing around the man. "So, is it safe to say that you don't know why you are here then too huh?"

Matthew's Meeting "Hmmm, I am afraid this time you won't be awaking from a drunken escapade, that is for certain Captn'." the oddly dressed fellow mused. He wasn't much taller than Matthew himself. It was hard to get a read on the rest of his shape though as it was heavily cloaked in all sorts of luxurious fabrics and different adornments. Clearly it could be seen now that his collar was of jet black raven feathers, perhaps coming from the same bird who's skull perched at the end of his walking stick. What's more... the silk wasn't only that. It was a blend of fine silks with a type of Wolf hide Matthew had never seen before...It was easy to tell, the violet colour in the fur, was entirely natural and not some sort of dye. It was so otherworldy... and it likely didn't exist on Graterras itself. Even the slightest movements of his body caused a lot of clicking and the rattling of bones and beads. "As to where you are... this is the Hall of Sorrows. Isn't she... beautiful?" The man gestured to the mighty keep behind him. It sat atop the lonely hill... foreboding and impending. However, a great sense of sadness... and regret? Was it Regret? These emotions washed over one just looking at the fort. As to why... it wasn't certain. It looked so lonely sitting atop the hill by it's lonesome. Not even a single tree to keep it company. The rain beat down on it's violet cobbles, beating out a stoney dirge. "And as to why you are here, your second question. Do you not know the answer already, Mister Corwil?

Actually, Graterras as a whole is already set in a time period similar to that, so bullets and guns etc... already exist. Though most are magical, there is some black powder weaponry. It most likely be gnomish black market wares, etc... which a pirate could pretty easily get a hold of. ((They are pretty damn unreliable though. One might have a bow as back up, up to you.))

A Black Void, Full of Nothing. The icy claws of death grip your chest. They plunge deep into your skin filling you with the cold waters of the beyond. You feel numb... All warmth stops. All around you darkness, nothing to see but the black abyss. You only barely remember why you are here. It is but a fuzzy blur in your mind's eye. You feel it like a dreary midnight's dream. Was it real? Surely it couldn't be. Did you die? The thoughts wander lethargically through your mind. The cold inky blackness makes you weary; It saps all your energy as if bathing in a lake of ice water. In a brief moment of clarity... you realize your body is gone. That you are just a soul without a vessel. You float through the endless blackness not being able to influence your path or your direction. Helpless at the currents of darkness there is but no choice to resign to your fate. There is no use fighting the dark energy. You don't even have a body with which to fight it. You feel your mind start to drift... the knowledge and experiences form your life... they feel distant... faded. Like old pieces of parchments... the ink isn;t as clear as it once was. It begins to unset... and disappear. There is nothing that can be done. Nothing. Nothing at all. You slowly lose who you are, what you stood for, what you loved, what you hated, All of the fiber of your being starts to unravel. The parchment itself comes undone. Strands of fiber start to float off into a sea of blackness. All that you feel is bitter cold. Bitter horrible cold. And yet... one warmth holds on. In the core of your soul you feel a small kernel of energy, barely the size of a pea. It is but one thing... a burning desire. It holds you barely together, it barely keeps you from unraveling. It is the one regret that keeps your battered soul whole. It burns white hot, keeping the cold darkness from claiming you entirely. The cold hands of the afterlife dare not touch you for the fire would burn them to a crisp. It feels like an eternity. like you are floating forever in the void. With naught but a little kernel of warmth to keep your soul company. Without it... you feel like you would have went mad long ago. Where you would be now you don't know. You would never know for the vast darkness... it was still everywhere. You looked inward. Looking to the little kernel that rest in the depths of your soul. While it is the sole thing keeping you afloat... looking into it is painful. For you feel the weight of your death. You know that it is now true. And yet... it fills you with the will to remain. Regret wells up within you. It wraps the fraying edges of your soul and repairs them. Many of your memories... they become whole again. They flood back to you in flashes. Slowly at first, but gradually faster and faster. You feel a warmth around your whole soul now, as the kernel expands. It begins to wrap your whole form and bring it together. And then... you feel stone underfoot. You find yourself looking up at the starry night sky all by yourself. You lay on bricks of a lavish violet colour, clearly not natural stone. As the clarity come back.. you learn that you once more have a body. A form to call yours. It aches right now. A dull pain. Nothing you aren't used to by now. The pain of an honest day's work or a long hike at best. You stand up now, finding that sits before you... a great Purple Keep. It sits upon a lonely hill in the distance. Rain cascades to the ground tapping the stone in a rhythmic pattern. It seemingly matches your heartbeat. A Sole figure walks down the path. A man by the looks, but it is impossible to tell. He wears a magnificent cloak of pure violet. Slicked in rain and the fire of the stars, he looks like an angel walking on the ground. He holds a mighty staff of oak, adorned with many different pieces of bone. A cascade of multi-coloured beads hang from a bird's skull that perches on the the top. They click and clack as well as he approaches. As he reaches you, he speaks in a voice as smooth as the violet silk he is wearing. It had a rasp that flitted at the end of it, like a knife's edge. He said but this, "I am the Lord in Violet... Who may you be?" ((Okay, so rules for the first post. Each character is by themselves meeting the Lord in Violet for the first time. Each will have an intro scene with him as they will have a conversation with him. These will all take place at the same time, however there cannot be any interaction between any PCs at this time please. You will get to kick the snot out of each other soon enough.))

Bouffalant ((which is... a Buffalo by the way Author lol.)), Girafarig, Gogoat, Miltank, Sliggoo ((which is used ever now and then, pretty rare to my knowledge though.)), Sawsbuck, Stantler, and Zebstrika are all the mons that get Spa Sipper in NU ((and... funnily enough... mostly the only ones that do of fully evo'd mons. Goodra and Azu are the only others that aren't NFEs that weren't mentioned.)) Out of all of all these Bouffalant is probably the biggest issue especially if it is running Megahorn. Girafarig tends to Baton Pass so doesn't aim to kill, non issue, Gogoat's coverage doesn't really afford anything to hit other Grass types back but it an boost up for Free, and if it hits plus 6 it will start hurting regardless. Miltank tends to like Thick Fat, so you jsut need to predict the ability well. ((both are useful to it as a wall.)), Sliggoo as I said... is pretty rare to my knowledge, Sawsbuck has a similar issue to Gogoat, however, it gets Jump Kick which is neutral to msot of your mons and SE on Cradily behind it's Swords Dance. Stantler prefers Intimidate, but can run it so be careful. It has the most neutral cover but cannot set up on you. Zebstrike is big bad number 2 next to Bouf if not worse. It can pack Fire Type moves which are scary for everyone but Cradily. On Cradily... I personally really don't like the Stockpile set. What on earth is the point of setting up if you can't attack back? You are a straight up sitting duck. I would replace Sandstorm or Stockpile with Giga... Sandstorm really doesn;t do anything for this team in the slightest other than provide passive damage and give tiny other bonuses. ((like Weee SpDef on Cradily...oh boyo that is so needed on a mon that is already solid SpDef and has a move that is boosting that stats already. ANd the Evasion Boost on Cacturne is jsut eh...)) I jsut don't think it is worth making Crad pretty much worthless from much less upside. Like Giga Drain is way more useful to you than Sandstorm is imo. There is also a lot of what I call Status Overload. I personally don't like to have more than 1 or 2 different types of statuses. ((not counting sleep.)), as you can only put one on each enemy mon. You have every single Status in the game on your team and a Effect SPore User... that is waaay too much status. Like... having T-Wave, Will-O and Toxic on all the same team is way too much status. I would suggest Gyro Ball on Ferroseed. As the thing is slow as hell it usually hits for very high damage and it gives you a decent STAB Steel move for those pesky Ice Types. On Torterra, what is Superpower for? Is there a reason you have chosen to run this for Coverage? The only thing I can see it being used for it the Normal Type I mentioned above, but I think all of them beat Tort 1 on 1. I'd ahve to calc them but it would take awhile so I won't right now lol.

Alrighty, I will be accepting the last finished character so far, which would be Aodh from Nero. Now this announcement is important. The RP's IC will be going up on Saturday the 20th. ALL CHARACTERS MUST BE FINISHED BY THIS TIME. As soon as the IC goes live Sign-Ups are permanently closed unless I say otherwise. ((which I don't really plan on.)) You must have your characters finished by this time otherwise I will just completely disregard them. So, if you want to join but haven't yet, get your butt in gear. Once this train embarks... it isn't stopping, so get on or be left behind at the station. Any NPCs that will fill slots shall be receiving their backgrounds etc slowly over time. I would rather start the RP than wait on getting all the things for NPCs set up. So... don't worry about them being absent for a little while or incomplete.

Na... Physical Sylveon so much better. #PixlateDoubleEdge In all seriousness though, It's best to just have things that Utilize it without needing to set-up.

I don't really recommend it. Trick Room only lasts 5 turns in total. ((and you lose one swtiching out.)) and then using those turns to set up Curses pretty much wastes most of the turns of Trick Room. You don't have ht luxury of time to set-up since you have 4 turns to work with. As such is is jsut better to use Slow heavy hitters that don't need to set up and are very threatening from the beginning, rather than rely on Curse to make you scary but squander your T-Room turns.

I mean... as soon as Mega Mane drops down to UU maybe. It is OU so it isn't even an option. Nor is Normal Mane since it is also OU ((and stuck as such for some reason unlike most other Mega Mons Mane is still tied to his Mega Form in tiering... which is sorta lame.)). Even still, neither would fly to well with the team as Manetric relies on it unique access to Fire Coverage moves ((in Overheat and Flame Thrower.)) to set itself apart from other Electric types so it be sorta anti-synergy to use it on a Rain Team. You can. Their Unique moves are learned like any other move when you switch it's form in game. You can decline learning it therefore it is not necessary to run. However, I will parrot people in saying Leaf Storm is probably good to have, it helps with missing coverage on Water/Grounds and Ground types in general. On Electrode, it probably be good to run Thunder so that you aren't taunt bait yourself. Yes you have Explode, but... if you mess up and get taunted... you really really are in a pickle if you somehow didn't get up your rain. It would be best to remove Thunder Wave for Thunder instead. Reason being having both Thunder Wave and Sticky Web is complete overkill for Speed Control. Like, if you T-Wave all the threats that outspeed... what is the Sticky Web even there for? TO look pretty? Sticky Web should be your Speed COntrol allowing Electrode to have some semblance of offensive pressure. ((Because Explode from Electrode doesn't count as Offensive Presence. Even with it's large base power, with no STAB and a base 50 Attack Stat... it is doing barely any damage to anything.)) EDIT: The thing about this team though.... it... my lord does it have trouble with Haxorus. Mold Breaker D-Dance ((noting this cause it can still hit Rotom-Mow on the switch. SO it will still take nasty damage even if it is a neutral hit.)) pretty much laughs off most hits you can do and after a boosts outspeeds your entire team and clicks EQ and watchs everything die(hell Outrage would probably pop a lot of these mons.)). Other Dragons are jsut as bad. Salamence and Tyrantum both being jsut as nasty when set up. Both also tend to run EQ for coverage.

The only question on my mind. Will the animation for Knights of the Round still be like 10 years long?