Aria was even more confused then before at Mr. Allen's laid-back attitude. This was a fancy college, and this guy was a teacher? No way, maybe the real teacher was sick and this person was filling in. And volunteer? on stage? A devious grin crept over her face for a second. He'd probably ask her to perform, and if she killed it she'd earn his praise and show the other students what they were up against. She put her mirror in her bag, letting her hand brush against one of her Poké Balls inside. Already, her mind was working and she was putting together a performance mentally as she strode onto the stage.
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Ask to Join It's Showtime! (Pokemon Coordinator College RP)
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Aria stood in the middle of the stage, poised and ready. She took a Poké Ball out of her purse and set it down by her feet. Sadly, she hadn't had time to fix her makeup, but with this performance she could probably get away with it. Their eyes would be on her Pokémon, anyways. She reached up and touched the ribbon in her hair, steeling herself. Then, she closed her eyes and raised both hands above her head, posing, before letting the Poké Ball tumble out and fall to the floor. "It's showtime, Flygon!"
The Poké Ball hit the floor, and the Spirit Pokémon emerged. Both trainer and Pokémon spun around once. Aria savoured the moment, taking the ribbon out of her hair and letting it fall freely. She didn't want to lose her good luck charm, after all. Then, Aria gave her command. "Let's use Sandstorm!" She bowed forwards, extending her arms to the sides, mimicking her Pokémon as he went horizontal, spreading his wings and a wind appeared from nowhere, carrying with it the sands that would make or break her performance. It wasn't enough to cover the entire stage, but as it gathered around flygon he started spinning, and Aria joined in, until Flygon was covered with sand. "Now, for the big moment!" Aria called out, knowing even over the sands Flygon could hear her, and Flygon did indeed, rising up, the sand coating his wings and turning them larger and longer, like a bird made out of sand, the winds Flygon had mastered keeping the sand in place as the remainder settled around his tail, making it look longer and larger as well. Aria couldn't hear her audience anymore, that had all been drowned out by the beating of her own heart as this manouver came to fruition. "Fly over the crowd!"
Flygon complied, flying high, then low, sand slowly dissipating off of him like golden snow, falling into the crowd, as Flygon twisted and turned in midair, showing off his acrobatics without even needing to use a second move, as Aria danced onstage as well, mimicking her beloved Pokémon the best she could. After a few minutes of Flygon soaring over (and hopefully dazzling) the audience, showing off his majestic, rippling wings and tail of sand, Flygon returned to the stage, spun once, and sent the sand flying across the stage in waves, bringing an end to her show.
The second Flygon hit the ground, Aria ran over to him and gave him a big hug. "Oh, you did amazing! That was flawless! Great job! I'm so proud of you, we've been practicing that for ages!"
After a minute or so of showering Flygon with affection, she turned to face her audience.
The Poké Ball hit the floor, and the Spirit Pokémon emerged. Both trainer and Pokémon spun around once. Aria savoured the moment, taking the ribbon out of her hair and letting it fall freely. She didn't want to lose her good luck charm, after all. Then, Aria gave her command. "Let's use Sandstorm!" She bowed forwards, extending her arms to the sides, mimicking her Pokémon as he went horizontal, spreading his wings and a wind appeared from nowhere, carrying with it the sands that would make or break her performance. It wasn't enough to cover the entire stage, but as it gathered around flygon he started spinning, and Aria joined in, until Flygon was covered with sand. "Now, for the big moment!" Aria called out, knowing even over the sands Flygon could hear her, and Flygon did indeed, rising up, the sand coating his wings and turning them larger and longer, like a bird made out of sand, the winds Flygon had mastered keeping the sand in place as the remainder settled around his tail, making it look longer and larger as well. Aria couldn't hear her audience anymore, that had all been drowned out by the beating of her own heart as this manouver came to fruition. "Fly over the crowd!"
Flygon complied, flying high, then low, sand slowly dissipating off of him like golden snow, falling into the crowd, as Flygon twisted and turned in midair, showing off his acrobatics without even needing to use a second move, as Aria danced onstage as well, mimicking her beloved Pokémon the best she could. After a few minutes of Flygon soaring over (and hopefully dazzling) the audience, showing off his majestic, rippling wings and tail of sand, Flygon returned to the stage, spun once, and sent the sand flying across the stage in waves, bringing an end to her show.
The second Flygon hit the ground, Aria ran over to him and gave him a big hug. "Oh, you did amazing! That was flawless! Great job! I'm so proud of you, we've been practicing that for ages!"
After a minute or so of showering Flygon with affection, she turned to face her audience.
Jean nodded in response to Crimson's question, though his eyes couldn't but follow the new girl as she sat down next to him. However, it didn't take much for his attention to be drawn back on to the stage, where Mr. Allen had gotten off and Ribbon Girl had taken center point. The Kalosian leaned back in awe as her Flygon appeared, unable to look away or blink as the Sandstorm was created, his head turning back to watch the Mystic Pokemon soar above him. It was a simple performance, but good. Very good.
However, Mr. Allen's eyes narrowed. He had opened his mouth before to say something, but by then she had already thrown out her Pokemon and started performing. Who did she think she was. After watching her congratulate her Pokemon, he waited until she was facing the audience before he uttered a single word: "Disqualified." After a few of silence, he followed that up with an explanation. "That's what I would say if I was a judge. If you would have waited until after I finished getting comfortable in my seat, and listened to the instructions of what we were doing, you, the performer, would have known that today we were focusing on first impressions, which means dazzling the audience with only one move. Like something you would do in the first round of an actual Grand Festival." His serious expression, was quickly followed by a small grin. "But I appreciate your enthusiasm. I also appreciate how you went beyond the stage- many people forget that there's an entire area to fill. Good performance, anyways. Just... do something over. Say your full name, where you're from, and why you're here." He relaxed back in his seat before shooting up again. "Also, not grading anything today! And there are no need for notes- looking at you Tardy," he gazed back at Robin with a humored smile, before turning back to Aria once more. "You up on stage- go! And right after she's done, someone else fill her place! And make sure all you're performances are memorable, so I actually remember your names! Okay, but seriously. Action."
However, Mr. Allen's eyes narrowed. He had opened his mouth before to say something, but by then she had already thrown out her Pokemon and started performing. Who did she think she was. After watching her congratulate her Pokemon, he waited until she was facing the audience before he uttered a single word: "Disqualified." After a few of silence, he followed that up with an explanation. "That's what I would say if I was a judge. If you would have waited until after I finished getting comfortable in my seat, and listened to the instructions of what we were doing, you, the performer, would have known that today we were focusing on first impressions, which means dazzling the audience with only one move. Like something you would do in the first round of an actual Grand Festival." His serious expression, was quickly followed by a small grin. "But I appreciate your enthusiasm. I also appreciate how you went beyond the stage- many people forget that there's an entire area to fill. Good performance, anyways. Just... do something over. Say your full name, where you're from, and why you're here." He relaxed back in his seat before shooting up again. "Also, not grading anything today! And there are no need for notes- looking at you Tardy," he gazed back at Robin with a humored smile, before turning back to Aria once more. "You up on stage- go! And right after she's done, someone else fill her place! And make sure all you're performances are memorable, so I actually remember your names! Okay, but seriously. Action."
Aria seethed internally. He handed the stage over to her, and then called her out on it? And then flipped to a jovial attitude? This entire day had been nothing but a headache, but she was very proud of her performance and would be delighted to show it again. However, she did only use one move! Sandstorm was the only piece of that performance that required a Pokémon attack, the rest was delicate movement that they had been working on for months prior to this, cold he not see that? It won her her ribbon, and it would win over audiences here. But perhaps something more simple would win him over. Maybe he wasn't ready for her true potential. So she played nice for now.
"Aria Alscée. Laverre City, Kalos. I'm here to become a top coordinator while I pursue modelling on the side. Flygon, Sandstorm again, please? Let's show them the art." The Spirit Pokémon complied, and the wind resumed. This time, however, Flygon simply created a tornado of sand around himself, until it was wide enough to Aria's liking. "Now," She said quietly, just loud enough for her Pokémon to hear her. Flygon complied, and the wind changed, spinning around and around Flygon like a canvas, as Flygon's tail moved, launching the sand up in the air, held together by pure wind. Aria and Flygon spun around once, in perfect sync, and Flygon flew to the sky, still spinning, dragging the sand across him to become a drill of sand as he passed through it, before diving right to the stage, missing it just barely, and turning up sharply, sending the sand upwards in a funnel shape, before it rained down, almost like diamond dust, all over the audience again. Flygon returned to the stage, and they both bowed in sync, before Aria returned Flygon to her Poké Ball and left the stage. Her hair was a little messy now, but it was worth it. Regardless of what this Mr. Allen thought, she was really proud of her Flygon for doing two difficult performances, and the first one was a fitting opener to show everyone just who they were dealing with.
"Aria Alscée. Laverre City, Kalos. I'm here to become a top coordinator while I pursue modelling on the side. Flygon, Sandstorm again, please? Let's show them the art." The Spirit Pokémon complied, and the wind resumed. This time, however, Flygon simply created a tornado of sand around himself, until it was wide enough to Aria's liking. "Now," She said quietly, just loud enough for her Pokémon to hear her. Flygon complied, and the wind changed, spinning around and around Flygon like a canvas, as Flygon's tail moved, launching the sand up in the air, held together by pure wind. Aria and Flygon spun around once, in perfect sync, and Flygon flew to the sky, still spinning, dragging the sand across him to become a drill of sand as he passed through it, before diving right to the stage, missing it just barely, and turning up sharply, sending the sand upwards in a funnel shape, before it rained down, almost like diamond dust, all over the audience again. Flygon returned to the stage, and they both bowed in sync, before Aria returned Flygon to her Poké Ball and left the stage. Her hair was a little messy now, but it was worth it. Regardless of what this Mr. Allen thought, she was really proud of her Flygon for doing two difficult performances, and the first one was a fitting opener to show everyone just who they were dealing with.
When the silly question had been asked, Miel was too focused on his own problems to even notice. He didn't exactly pay attention to who he was sitting next to until a lady with a Sinnoh or Hoenn Ribbon in her hair came up to perform. He then noticed he was sitting close to the group he was walking with. When the lady suddenly began performing he saw the magnificent display of sand being manipulated by just the sheer power of this beautiful desert dragon. He had never seen anything like this before, except that one time with hail, but that was a completely different time. When the Flygon flew overhead, he shielded his eyes from the dust, even though it was a spectacular display. He heard Butch snicker from behind before before the Flygon flew over her, showering her with sand. Even though it didn't actually get in her eyes, she rubbed her eyes like she got hit with it.
When they were done performing, Miel was quite surprised by the attitude shown by the professor. He had to admit, that this guy reminded him a lot of his brother, who knew what he was talking about, but was so hyper nobody could take him seriously. This guy was more laid-back, yes, but he knew what he was doing, and yet he could sense that some students couldn't take him seriously because of his strange personality. Although, he knew just by looking at the man's eyes that he had seen it all and had been a judge at several moments in his life. When the lady then introduced herself and performed once again, the show was less all-out like the last one, but it was still impressive. He had never seen Sandstorm been used like this before, and the little dazzling shower of sand at the end left him smiling from ear to ear. Although, he could hear Butch snicker and fake groan from behind him.
She whined how the sand got in her eyes, and was rubbing them incessantly, while her Manectric pawed her leg. It seemed that he was fooled, but actually knew what she was doing and was just playing along. That's when Butch focused her ears on the lady up on stage and the teacher to see if she could get a reaction out of any of them. Miel, following his own advice, had kept his mouth shut and just pet the long, freezing hairs on his Kyukori. Although, he could feel the need, the urge to get up on stage. As soon as the lady left, he got up and walked on up there, ignoring the reactions that Butch stirred up, if there were any. His Kyukori retreated into her ball as soon as he stood up, as she was wanting some fun. Miel couldn't exactly think up of anything to do at this point, since his anxiety was wreaking havoc once again. He just kept thinking that he was going to fail his first impression on the teacher. He might as well have stage fright, and this never happened to him before.
He just breathed in deeply to steel his nerves before taking the stage with fake confidence. He was sure that Mr. Allen noticed, but maybe he could fool the rest of the students. His mind then went onto a practice he had seen someone do before with a Fairy-Type Pokemon. Maybe he can get away with copying his performance with his Alolan Ninetales? Only the truth would tell.
As he got up and waited for everyone to die down, his bass-heavy voice echoed throughout the room, easily helping everyone hear what he had to say: "Mielshtrix Darastrix, also known as Miel." As he said his name, the r's were rolled expertly and every consonant was harshly pronounced. He continued: "Originally born on Cocona Village, Oblivia. I'm now living north of Mt. Moon, Kanto. I'm here to make myself better by being the best coordinator I dreamed to be, while also giving myself a break from studying Psychology."
With that, he got ready for his show. The Luxury Ball he had was encased with a Ball Capsule with two small pink heart seals and one large blue flame seal, with the flame seal being in the middle and the heart seals being on either side. He breathed in deep, as he awaited for the signal from the teacher.
When that moment came, he threw the ball in the air, and a spiral of blue flames and showers of pink hearts floated down as his Kyukori twirled down onto the stage floor, the hearts dissipating on the floor and the flames bouncing around Kyukori before her cold temperatures cooled them. The beautiful sheen off of Kyukori from all those dry Pokepuffs made her fur shine beautifully in the light cast by the stage lights above and below them. He twirled along with her, and when she landed, he then snapped his fingers, and in front of him, his Pokemon began glowing with an iridescent glow before she erupted into a bright flash of rainbow colors. She then fired these orbs of bright lights in the air above themselves and the audience. They then burst forth tiny sparkles of light, which fell upon the hairs of Miel and the fur of Kyukori, as well as the audience, giving them a stunning appearance, as well as making the audience glow if the sparkles ever landed on them. Even though Miel didn't exactly look his best, he did feel quite stunning. Miel then walked to the front beside Kyukori and they both bowed to the audience. Hopefully, the teacher didn't notice that this move was used by a different Pokemon, but used in very much the same exact way.
Although, he knew that the teacher would probably "disqualify" him from copying a move from a few years back, but hopefully it would be long enough. Yet, he felt like he was going to get criticized for not coming up with a creative way to use a move on the spot, something that coordinators would have to face during performance battles against one another. He then remembered that Mr. Allen was a judge in that competition and he worried that he would remember.
When they were done performing, Miel was quite surprised by the attitude shown by the professor. He had to admit, that this guy reminded him a lot of his brother, who knew what he was talking about, but was so hyper nobody could take him seriously. This guy was more laid-back, yes, but he knew what he was doing, and yet he could sense that some students couldn't take him seriously because of his strange personality. Although, he knew just by looking at the man's eyes that he had seen it all and had been a judge at several moments in his life. When the lady then introduced herself and performed once again, the show was less all-out like the last one, but it was still impressive. He had never seen Sandstorm been used like this before, and the little dazzling shower of sand at the end left him smiling from ear to ear. Although, he could hear Butch snicker and fake groan from behind him.
She whined how the sand got in her eyes, and was rubbing them incessantly, while her Manectric pawed her leg. It seemed that he was fooled, but actually knew what she was doing and was just playing along. That's when Butch focused her ears on the lady up on stage and the teacher to see if she could get a reaction out of any of them. Miel, following his own advice, had kept his mouth shut and just pet the long, freezing hairs on his Kyukori. Although, he could feel the need, the urge to get up on stage. As soon as the lady left, he got up and walked on up there, ignoring the reactions that Butch stirred up, if there were any. His Kyukori retreated into her ball as soon as he stood up, as she was wanting some fun. Miel couldn't exactly think up of anything to do at this point, since his anxiety was wreaking havoc once again. He just kept thinking that he was going to fail his first impression on the teacher. He might as well have stage fright, and this never happened to him before.
He just breathed in deeply to steel his nerves before taking the stage with fake confidence. He was sure that Mr. Allen noticed, but maybe he could fool the rest of the students. His mind then went onto a practice he had seen someone do before with a Fairy-Type Pokemon. Maybe he can get away with copying his performance with his Alolan Ninetales? Only the truth would tell.
As he got up and waited for everyone to die down, his bass-heavy voice echoed throughout the room, easily helping everyone hear what he had to say: "Mielshtrix Darastrix, also known as Miel." As he said his name, the r's were rolled expertly and every consonant was harshly pronounced. He continued: "Originally born on Cocona Village, Oblivia. I'm now living north of Mt. Moon, Kanto. I'm here to make myself better by being the best coordinator I dreamed to be, while also giving myself a break from studying Psychology."
With that, he got ready for his show. The Luxury Ball he had was encased with a Ball Capsule with two small pink heart seals and one large blue flame seal, with the flame seal being in the middle and the heart seals being on either side. He breathed in deep, as he awaited for the signal from the teacher.
When that moment came, he threw the ball in the air, and a spiral of blue flames and showers of pink hearts floated down as his Kyukori twirled down onto the stage floor, the hearts dissipating on the floor and the flames bouncing around Kyukori before her cold temperatures cooled them. The beautiful sheen off of Kyukori from all those dry Pokepuffs made her fur shine beautifully in the light cast by the stage lights above and below them. He twirled along with her, and when she landed, he then snapped his fingers, and in front of him, his Pokemon began glowing with an iridescent glow before she erupted into a bright flash of rainbow colors. She then fired these orbs of bright lights in the air above themselves and the audience. They then burst forth tiny sparkles of light, which fell upon the hairs of Miel and the fur of Kyukori, as well as the audience, giving them a stunning appearance, as well as making the audience glow if the sparkles ever landed on them. Even though Miel didn't exactly look his best, he did feel quite stunning. Miel then walked to the front beside Kyukori and they both bowed to the audience. Hopefully, the teacher didn't notice that this move was used by a different Pokemon, but used in very much the same exact way.
Although, he knew that the teacher would probably "disqualify" him from copying a move from a few years back, but hopefully it would be long enough. Yet, he felt like he was going to get criticized for not coming up with a creative way to use a move on the spot, something that coordinators would have to face during performance battles against one another. He then remembered that Mr. Allen was a judge in that competition and he worried that he would remember.
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Robin had slipped out of the classroom unnoticed and slipped back in unnoticed. She was know in a bright yellow, and white puffy dress that had ribbons on the bottom. There were buttons on where the first layer of yellow was. She wore her hair in a big ponytail and wore a yellow ribbon that kept the ponytail up. She had a full face of make, she wore blush, yellow eye shadow, she did her eyebrows and she had a bit of concealer on to make her face shine. She also wore fake yellow bedazzled nails and a mustard yellow handbag over her shoulder that had a ribbon in the middle. For footwear she wore yellow heels with black leggings. Her Raichu was by her side and he wore a yellow bow tie. She sat back down and raised her hand.
Jean's eyes focused on the professor, gaze hard in confusion. Really? But that girl, Aria's, performance was beautiful! Well, of course it would be. She was from Kalos, after all. He couldn't help in grinning when he heard 'Laverre City' slide off her tongue. While he was from Lumiose, his mother's best friend lived in Laverre, so he remembered going there quite often when he was younger. There was probably a time when he passed Aria by in the past, never knowing that she could put on a performance like that. The one that the teacher was making her do over! Albeit, the second was almost as good as the first, but still. He saw some movement out of Butch from the corner of his eye, but ignored whatever she was doing. Jean just wanted to watch the performers do their best.
Jean's eyes scanned those seats around him to see who would be the next one on stage. There were a few people moving to get up, but one was quicker than the rest, heading up on stage with a seemingly steel expression. Miel. His breath slowed then, eyes inspecting Miel as he began his performance with a curiosity that he wanted to curse himself for. This was the guy that kept trying to save and stare and talk at him, and well, he couldn't help in wanting to see what the guy could do. It was beautiful, though Jean had to stop himself for a moment to recognize and then bat away a wave of deja vu. Weird. Anyways, the way that the pair sparkled in the end, it was amazing. He couldn't help in focusing on Miel over Kyukori though. The guy was just too tall! He hadn't even noticed that the late girl next to him disappeared until she walked back into the room again, wearing a completely different outfit than before. Did she carry a whole dress here? Whatever her deal was, Jean felt a little intimidated, only to then be hit by confusion when Miel was pulled aside after wards. Again, she didn't notice the girl next to him raising her hand until she was called on.
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After Aria got of the stage, Mr. Allen nodded, internally happy to see someone take the stage right after her. No delay. That was how he liked his class to be. Investigating the new boy's- Miel Whateversunamehewasn'tevergoingtotrytopronounce- face. Obviously nervous, but he was still walking up on stage, and managing to get on with his performance. No problem with being a little nervous. However, as soon as Miel got into his performance, the professor's eyes narrowed. It was beautiful, yes, but without meaning. Moreover, it looked very familiar to something he had seen before. A little too familiar. A lot like that red-head Fiara's performance at the Sinnoh Grand Festival four years back. Mr. Allen frowned then, something that stayed on his lips as Miel left the stage. Mr. Allen didn't say anything about the similarity then, however, just stopping to tell Miel to see him after class.
As Miel went back up the stairs to his seat, Mr. Allen turned his head to see who would be next, only to see a hand raised near the right of the room. Maybe he didn't explain the environment in his classroom well enough after all, if someone was raising their hand at this point. Did he say something about his students not having to raise their hands? Crap, he didn't. How many other hands did he miss when he had his back turned? He should mention something to the kids about that. Nevertheless, he called on her- "You. Yes?" He hadn't been paying attention to the people behind him, but he thought that she was dressed more casually before. Whatever. If she was sneaking out of class, she would eventually pay the price for not learning from her peers.
Jean's eyes scanned those seats around him to see who would be the next one on stage. There were a few people moving to get up, but one was quicker than the rest, heading up on stage with a seemingly steel expression. Miel. His breath slowed then, eyes inspecting Miel as he began his performance with a curiosity that he wanted to curse himself for. This was the guy that kept trying to save and stare and talk at him, and well, he couldn't help in wanting to see what the guy could do. It was beautiful, though Jean had to stop himself for a moment to recognize and then bat away a wave of deja vu. Weird. Anyways, the way that the pair sparkled in the end, it was amazing. He couldn't help in focusing on Miel over Kyukori though. The guy was just too tall! He hadn't even noticed that the late girl next to him disappeared until she walked back into the room again, wearing a completely different outfit than before. Did she carry a whole dress here? Whatever her deal was, Jean felt a little intimidated, only to then be hit by confusion when Miel was pulled aside after wards. Again, she didn't notice the girl next to him raising her hand until she was called on.
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After Aria got of the stage, Mr. Allen nodded, internally happy to see someone take the stage right after her. No delay. That was how he liked his class to be. Investigating the new boy's- Miel Whateversunamehewasn'tevergoingtotrytopronounce- face. Obviously nervous, but he was still walking up on stage, and managing to get on with his performance. No problem with being a little nervous. However, as soon as Miel got into his performance, the professor's eyes narrowed. It was beautiful, yes, but without meaning. Moreover, it looked very familiar to something he had seen before. A little too familiar. A lot like that red-head Fiara's performance at the Sinnoh Grand Festival four years back. Mr. Allen frowned then, something that stayed on his lips as Miel left the stage. Mr. Allen didn't say anything about the similarity then, however, just stopping to tell Miel to see him after class.
As Miel went back up the stairs to his seat, Mr. Allen turned his head to see who would be next, only to see a hand raised near the right of the room. Maybe he didn't explain the environment in his classroom well enough after all, if someone was raising their hand at this point. Did he say something about his students not having to raise their hands? Crap, he didn't. How many other hands did he miss when he had his back turned? He should mention something to the kids about that. Nevertheless, he called on her- "You. Yes?" He hadn't been paying attention to the people behind him, but he thought that she was dressed more casually before. Whatever. If she was sneaking out of class, she would eventually pay the price for not learning from her peers.
"May I go next, I have a performance that will ZAP some energy into the rest of us." She had fore-shadowed her performance. She was absolutely set on being the best performance that damned teacher ever saw. She fixed the boy in her hair as she prepared to go on stage. She had to admit, her peers performances weren't that easy to back up, but she knew how. She had studied each and everyone of the performers flaws. She also noticed Mr.Allen being more relaxed. And she couldve swore she knew him. All of those thoughts bounce around her head.
Miel could feel something on Mr. Allen's face as he walked by. When Mr. Allen told him that he needed to see him, his face went ashen white for a second before coming back to the strange tint he achieved from the fateful days of hitting puberty. He knew why. He'd been found out. He didn't notice that Jean had been staring at him as he sat back down, and as soon as he did, Kyukori rushed to his side when his hands began quaking harshly than they did before. He tried to hide them from everyone, but Butch managed to see from the back of the class. If she could see it from sitting behind him, then the group he walked in with and sitting around him would've known his hands were shaking if they just simply looked over. His glittering hair making him look like a pitiful angel at this point, as his face conveyed large amounts of anxiety and Kyukori was very concerned about his health. He could have another attack again. Miel just breathed in deeply, and tried to put his focus on something else. Like reading. But that would just be rude.
While he waited for someone to go up on stage, he pulled out his notebook, put on his bedazzled glasses, and then began to draw the stage with his blue pencil. He wanted to draw someone up there. He didn't know who, but he wanted to draw someone up there. Just something to keep his mind off of his anxious thoughts. Each pencil stroke had made a really shaky line. He kept erasing it with the blunt, light blue eraser until it was finally perfect. His perfectionism was coming back again. Not helping him trying to draw anything, but easing his anxiety down by quite a bit. His right hand was still shaking as he held the paper in place, but his left hand, his dominant hand, was making neat and lightly curved strokes as he followed the curvature of the stage in front of him, giving the look of a first-person perspective from sitting at the front row. He wasn't sitting in the front row (in fact, sitting next to Crimson and Jean), but he could imagine the steps as clearly as he would if he were sitting at the front.
While he waited for someone to go up on stage, he pulled out his notebook, put on his bedazzled glasses, and then began to draw the stage with his blue pencil. He wanted to draw someone up there. He didn't know who, but he wanted to draw someone up there. Just something to keep his mind off of his anxious thoughts. Each pencil stroke had made a really shaky line. He kept erasing it with the blunt, light blue eraser until it was finally perfect. His perfectionism was coming back again. Not helping him trying to draw anything, but easing his anxiety down by quite a bit. His right hand was still shaking as he held the paper in place, but his left hand, his dominant hand, was making neat and lightly curved strokes as he followed the curvature of the stage in front of him, giving the look of a first-person perspective from sitting at the front row. He wasn't sitting in the front row (in fact, sitting next to Crimson and Jean), but he could imagine the steps as clearly as he would if he were sitting at the front.
Jean looked over to the girl asking the question - there was not even going to be a surprise about what type of move she was planning on using - only to look past her at Miel. He was positively white. Glittery, yes, but white. Obviously shaken up both emotionally and physically. It was a good performance - what was he worrying about now? What did that teacher say? Whatever was bothering Miel, Jean couldn't help in feeling bad for him. However, not wanting to pry or say anything to that face, he looked away, back to the stage. He still had to figure out the move Spritz could use.
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Mr. Allen raised his eyebrows at her, but didn't say anything to discourage her. "Zap us then," he challenged, turning around in his spinning chair to address the class once more. "Just want to make it clear: you don't have to raise your hand. If the stage is free, take it. If you have a question, say it. I'm not looking back at you constantly, so the only thing you're doing by raising your hand is making your arm ache. Be assertive." Once Zap Girl was on stage, he nodded for her to begin.
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Mr. Allen raised his eyebrows at her, but didn't say anything to discourage her. "Zap us then," he challenged, turning around in his spinning chair to address the class once more. "Just want to make it clear: you don't have to raise your hand. If the stage is free, take it. If you have a question, say it. I'm not looking back at you constantly, so the only thing you're doing by raising your hand is making your arm ache. Be assertive." Once Zap Girl was on stage, he nodded for her to begin.
Miel could feel Jean's eyes looking at him. Was he criticizing him too? No, it didn't feel like it, but he didn't bother looking at him. His shaky right hand combed through his glittery hair, getting glittery light on his hand. He tried shaking it off, but the light was stubborn. Kyukori nuzzled into his hand, transferring the sparkles to her fur, making her head far too glittery for her liking, but she did it anyway to help calm Miel down. His face regained its color in a bit while he petted her. He then stretched out his drawing hand and began to detail the curtains on the stage, while Kyukori somehow managed to fit her way on his lap. He chuckled on her attempt at trying to comfort him, but nearly groaned in pain when she accidentally placed her paw somewhere tender. Seeing this, Kyukori apologetically licked his chin before resting her head on the arm he was using to keep the paper in place. He then began to doodle while his cuddly little vixen cuddled up to him on his lap, a permanent smile now on his face. Kyukori could now feel his heart rate decreasing to a safer rate. That was good. She almost fell asleep, but kept one eye open to see the performance in front of them.
Aria's eyes narrowed as Zap Girl took the stage. She hadn't seen her before, and already felt irked. This girl seemed really tough to please, not that she cared that much, but she also seemed really full of herself, and Aria couldn't stand people like that. Especially since they usually lacked the skills to back it up. And were her and Miel's performances enough from her? Miel's was solid enough, although it was oddly familiar, she might've seen it on TV a few years back, and hers was brand new and spectacular, if she did say so herself. So what is this crackpot professor couldn't tell the difference between flying and attacking? She had seen the crowd, and the crowd was who she played to. Plus, she had hit Butch dead in the eyes with some sand, seemingly, and while unintentional it was certainly a welcome bonus. But Aria made a mental note of this girl in case she was actually capable of backing her performance up. Maybe she would be a threat after all?
Cas was thinking of her performance. What would it be like? She wanted to use Kaiya...Hm, maybe that could work...Just do that...Yes, it was perfect, considering the circumstances! Or it was as close as she could get to perfect. Winslow meowed, tilting his head to the side a little when he looked at Cas. "Sorry, Winslow, but I'll be using Kaiya," she said, careful to keep her voice down.
Robin bowed. "My name is Robin Ambers, I'm 18 years old and I'm from Jubilife City in the Sinnoh Region." She threw a pokeball in the air and her Raichu comes flying out. Once he lands they both twirl.
Robin studied her environment, looking for the best time to use "IT". She put up three fingers at Raichu and he let out three Electro Balls that made somewhat of a triangle. She then put four fingers and Raichu began taking the energy from the Electro Balls. Lines of electricity went straight into Raichu. She then puts up five fingers in the air. "NOW!" The Raichu released the electricity and little tiny electro balls floated all over the place giving the room a light, glittery, yellow tint. She then puts her hand in a cup on the ground like they do in cheerleading and Raichu ran towards her. She then tosses him in the air and then Raichu lets out one big Electro Ball that makes the other Electro Balls explode into a glittery, yellow explosion in the sky.
When Raichu landed they get into a pose. She was sweating... but why? She shouldn't have been intimidated. They stay into the pose until they get a reaction from the crowd.
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Miel took a break from drawing to watch this performance. He just clapped his hands after she stopped in her pose, so he could give her some crowd feedback. His Kyukori even tried pawing at the light show above, even though she's laying down and unable to reach the ceiling right now. When he heard Miel start clapping his hands, Kyukori cooed at the performers, congratulating them in their display.
Butch just watched in awe and then completely cut herself out. She had seen her leave and put on a dress just for this performance? That isn't right. Nothing can be planned in this, she thought. Maybe she would get into trouble if she said something about it? Maybe. She then cut it out, as she won't tell until she gets on stage, unless Mr. Allen was already aware of her departure and change of clothes.
Butch just watched in awe and then completely cut herself out. She had seen her leave and put on a dress just for this performance? That isn't right. Nothing can be planned in this, she thought. Maybe she would get into trouble if she said something about it? Maybe. She then cut it out, as she won't tell until she gets on stage, unless Mr. Allen was already aware of her departure and change of clothes.
She got out of her pose. Her body began shaking. "No! Not now!" It was happening again. She needed an excuse. "Uh-uh I need to use the bathroom, it's urgent." She then peacefully left the class. Her Raichu ran behind her. She tried to hide her shaking hand. When she got out of the classroom she ran straight into the girls bathroom. She looked herself in the mirror and rummaged through her bag. She takes a pill bottle out and opens it. She then swallows two pills. She lays against a wall and slides down it into a ball.
Miel felt concerned for the girl as she left, noting that she probably had anxiety as well, since her hand began to quake and shake. He wanted to help her, but Kyukori was rooted in place, and didn't want to move, as she was quite comfortable in her perch. Miel decided to allow his Lapras to check up on her, talking to her within her confines about her location, since most women would end up in the bathroom either way. Since Lapras is the only girl on his team besides Kyukori, who liked helping people out, he thought it'd be best if his Lapras tried to soothe her. He pulled out his Poke Ball and expelled Laplace from her confines, the beam emission stopping short of the door so Lapras didn't have to slide across the floor.
Laplace nodded at Miel and left the classroom, and began to slide toward the girl's bathroom. It took quite a bit of navigation, and even though she knew how to work a map, it was still quite tiring. She finally made it and headbutted the door open, and slid inside, only to see her crying. She waddled up to her, cooing and in her Poketongue, asking if she was okay. Concern flooded her face as she waddled closer and bent her neck so she was eye level to her.
Laplace nodded at Miel and left the classroom, and began to slide toward the girl's bathroom. It took quite a bit of navigation, and even though she knew how to work a map, it was still quite tiring. She finally made it and headbutted the door open, and slid inside, only to see her crying. She waddled up to her, cooing and in her Poketongue, asking if she was okay. Concern flooded her face as she waddled closer and bent her neck so she was eye level to her.
Robin stood up and just simply walked out of the bathroom. She wanted to turn back and help the Lapras and then just go back to her room. And that was exactly what she did. She had her Ninetales lead her back to the classroom. Robin walked to her room. Her father's word echoed in her head.
Lapras just watched as the lady left, ignoring her. She felt sad, so she just scooted herself back to the classroom with a sullen expression on her face. Miel raised her Poke Ball and returned her, saying that she did alright, and she just wanted to be left alone now. Laplace just agreed and rested in her Poke Ball until the next time she was needed.
Butch smirked from the back. She couldn't help but chuckle a little before she got comfy in her seat.
Butch smirked from the back. She couldn't help but chuckle a little before she got comfy in her seat.
Crimson Sun
Previously Crims0n
By the time the girl with the Raichu finished her performance, Crimson was already by the stage, wanting to be next. Crimson watched the girl, seemingly too prepared for the performance, especially her outfit. She clearly stood out of the crowd. By the time the young girl had finished her performance, she had ran out of the classroom. Crimson didn't pay much attention, seemingly nervous, and it definitely shows. But it was no time to get butterflies at the moment. Luxray was currently sitting by Crimson's desk, thus meaning Crimson was planning on using another Pokemon for his performance.
Crimson gave a soft cough before making his very short speech. "Uh.... My name is Crimson Asters," Crimson started off slowly before picking up the pace to find a good speed for his speech. "My hometown is located in Alamos Town of the Sinnoh Region. And the reason why I'm here to make my dreams a reality; to pursue being a top Coordinator." Crimson stated confidently, regaining his composure. There was some edge in his voice, but he put that aside for now. "Volcarona! Show time!" Crimson called aloud as he threw his Pokeball vertically into the air. With a bright red flash, the Sun Pokemon came out, buzzing about in the air.
Crimson gave a slight smile and threw his hand into the air. "Volcarona, to the air!" Volcarona gave a buzz as it flew into the air, beginning it's dance with some twirls and spins. As the Sun Pokemon was doing that, it was releasing it's fiery scale from it's wings. The scales fluttered behind, burning small flames, almost like orange glitter. Volcarona began doing some air acrobatics to show off more of his scales. Crimson then called out to the fire-bug Pokemon, "Volcarona, Morning Sun!" After doing it's fancy dance in the air, Volcarona slowed down to the middle of the stage and began to glow a radiant orange-yellow. The glow intensified, making Volcarona radiate even more, making it look at bright as the sun. "Volcarona," Crimson exclaimed once more for the last time, "Finish it!" Volcarona flapped it's wings hard once. The flap let loose a flurry of fiery scales towards the audience, letting the orange sparkles glitter down onto the audience, in this case, the students. Volcarona and Crimson, underneath the Pokemon, gave a bow as their performance ends.
Crimson, mentally, was thanking his mother's Beautifly and his father's Volcarona for giving birth to the Volcarona Crimson currently owns. Without them, they wouldn't have the egg move Morning Sun. Without Morning Sun, their performance wouldn't have worked. The two have been working on that move for a while. Their performance gives a whole scenery after all. Volcarona shining brightly from Morning Sun while glittering down it's fiery scales were supposed to resemble the Sun itself shining sunlight onto the others below. Crimson hoped the teacher had caught onto what the two were trying to do. if not, they tried their best anyways.
Crimson gave a soft cough before making his very short speech. "Uh.... My name is Crimson Asters," Crimson started off slowly before picking up the pace to find a good speed for his speech. "My hometown is located in Alamos Town of the Sinnoh Region. And the reason why I'm here to make my dreams a reality; to pursue being a top Coordinator." Crimson stated confidently, regaining his composure. There was some edge in his voice, but he put that aside for now. "Volcarona! Show time!" Crimson called aloud as he threw his Pokeball vertically into the air. With a bright red flash, the Sun Pokemon came out, buzzing about in the air.
Crimson gave a slight smile and threw his hand into the air. "Volcarona, to the air!" Volcarona gave a buzz as it flew into the air, beginning it's dance with some twirls and spins. As the Sun Pokemon was doing that, it was releasing it's fiery scale from it's wings. The scales fluttered behind, burning small flames, almost like orange glitter. Volcarona began doing some air acrobatics to show off more of his scales. Crimson then called out to the fire-bug Pokemon, "Volcarona, Morning Sun!" After doing it's fancy dance in the air, Volcarona slowed down to the middle of the stage and began to glow a radiant orange-yellow. The glow intensified, making Volcarona radiate even more, making it look at bright as the sun. "Volcarona," Crimson exclaimed once more for the last time, "Finish it!" Volcarona flapped it's wings hard once. The flap let loose a flurry of fiery scales towards the audience, letting the orange sparkles glitter down onto the audience, in this case, the students. Volcarona and Crimson, underneath the Pokemon, gave a bow as their performance ends.
Crimson, mentally, was thanking his mother's Beautifly and his father's Volcarona for giving birth to the Volcarona Crimson currently owns. Without them, they wouldn't have the egg move Morning Sun. Without Morning Sun, their performance wouldn't have worked. The two have been working on that move for a while. Their performance gives a whole scenery after all. Volcarona shining brightly from Morning Sun while glittering down it's fiery scales were supposed to resemble the Sun itself shining sunlight onto the others below. Crimson hoped the teacher had caught onto what the two were trying to do. if not, they tried their best anyways.
Aria stared at the stage, entranced by the performance of the giant bug Pokémon. He may not act like it, but he most definitely knew what he was doing. She'd have to watch out for him, or maybe befriend him? They'd definitely done the most unique performances so far. Definitely someone to keep an eye on, at least. Zap Girl, however, would be one to keep an eye on, but for different reasons. She may have duped some people, but Aria knew her outfits, and she had definitely changed between enterring and her abrupt exit. It definitely looked good, but something was up if she always carried a perfectly ready dress around. Plus, that performance was too well-practiced. The whole show felt almost robotic, and she looked like she was going to break down after it. But she was good, that wasn't deniable, so she made a mental note to watch out for her.
Butch, however, noticed that Robin was gone the entire time. Since she sat at the back of the class, she had the whole view to herself. Plus, Miel heard her come back from her mental breakdown earlier and knew she was gone because he sent Laplace to find her and calm her down. Anyway, the performance made by the Bug/Fire-Type Pokemon was stunning. Miel kind of forgot that Status moves existed and that they could be used in different ways than what they were intended for. For instance, Morning Sun healed the user. During the performance, Volcarona used the power of the sun to make itself seem brighter and to look like the actual sun. It was gorgeous at the least. He smiled and clapped his hands, as well, whilst Kyukori hid her head underneath the desk. She was afraid of fire, but she couldn't deny that it looked amazing.
Butch, on the other hand, scoffed at the display. She had to admit, he was good, and found a worthwhile rival and enemy. She won't be just pulling random pranks on him like she was planning to the other kids, no... No no... She was going to plan something a little bigger than that. Something that could make or break him, depending on how he reacted to the situation. Her Manectric growled low, as she wasn't impressed by the performance, and saw him as a threat to her trainer's success. If she were to succeed, Crimson and Miel would both have to suffer. She wasn't too worried about Jean, but he hadn't shown off, yet. She would just have to wait to see what he would do.
Butch, on the other hand, scoffed at the display. She had to admit, he was good, and found a worthwhile rival and enemy. She won't be just pulling random pranks on him like she was planning to the other kids, no... No no... She was going to plan something a little bigger than that. Something that could make or break him, depending on how he reacted to the situation. Her Manectric growled low, as she wasn't impressed by the performance, and saw him as a threat to her trainer's success. If she were to succeed, Crimson and Miel would both have to suffer. She wasn't too worried about Jean, but he hadn't shown off, yet. She would just have to wait to see what he would do.
Cas clapped for Crimson, smiling. That was an awesome performance, for sure. Though she thought that about the majority of the performances lately. She got out of her seat and walked onto the stage, years of concerts and other performances showing in the way she walked. Before she stepped on, she took a deep breath like she did right before the conductor began the song. Not a fill-up-your-lungs-to-play breath, but an it's-showtime-let's-do-this breath. Then she stepped out and smiled at the class. "Cas Grae, from Mahogany Town, Johto," she introduced herself. "And no, I didn't go to many Contests there." A few students chuckled, knowing that Contests weren't held in the Johto region. "Kaiya, let's go!" she said, throwing the Pokeball into the air and doing a little spin. The Sneasel landed on her feet next to her Trainer. "Use Icicle Crash!" Cas instructed. Kaiya summoned three large icicles. Two of them weren't as large or as tough as the third one, and just existed to create a large cloud of icy dust to cloak the Sneasel as she worked. "You know the drill, freestyle!" Cas called out, her words almost inaudible due to the loud crash. When the cold dust cleared, there were chunks of ice on the floor where the other icicles had shattered, and the largest one was carved into a rough star in the middle. Given the time that Kaiya had to create it due to the one move limit, Cas was impressed. Normally, the Icicle Crash would have been followed up by a Blizzard to cloak the sculpting Sneasel longer.
Platinum had clapped fairly enthusiastically for the majority of the one-move performances, as the lot of them had met his expectations for students at an Academy such as this. While some felt a little bit on the short end, most of them were pretty tremendous. He was pleased with seeing the peeks of his newfound friends talents, such as Miel and Crimson's. However, he had become pretty nervous, and it showed as most everyone in the class had willingly performed, but he hadn't gone up yet.
Yet, whenever the girl who introduced herself as "Cas" finished her time with an icy performance, he figured he should go up as well - luckily he had been preparing on mastering a move with his Masquerain for quite some time now, and he knew that a moment like this would put it to good use. The blonde boy stood, and decided to button the remaining few buttons on his shirt, so that he didn't look as relaxed. His mother would kill him if she knew that he was doing anything in front of people with a simple button-up and shorts. Thankfully, she wasn't here. The beauty of college.
Upon making it to the stage, he stood confidently infront of his peers.
"Platinum Hokebe, I hail from Snowpoint, Sinnoh. My dream, as most of yours, is to become the best Coordinator that I can be, and extend my limits."
And with that, he gripped the pokeball he had brought with him. He held it midway to his torso, and then prominently tossed it forwards, sending it spinning rapidly. In a flash of light, Platinum's Masquerain had appeared, spinning elegantly in mid air. It had chirped its name with great enthusiasm as it faced the audience.
"Okay! Masquerain, show them your Silver Wind, my love!" He called.
The Eyeball Pokemon had then formed its two antennae together, forming a colorful eye in delicate patterns, and it began humming. Masquerain had then began hovering around throughout the air, before finally snapping its eyes open. In seconds, an array of glittery, platinum-shaded wind had immersed from the teal-pink Pokemon's wings and began filling the room. The natural light of the outdoors shining in from the window helped the Silver Wind to illuminate even more. The winds generated a cool breeze throughout the room and spread wider and wider, dancing round and round as it decorated the open space of the classroom.
Platinum stood there with his arms outstretched, watching as the silver particles gently descended to the floor as the winds settled down. It was an effect used by pretty much everyone today, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The Masquerain then floated over to her owner, and hovered slightly above Platnum's head. The two bowed to their classmates and Mr. Allen.
A basic performance, for sure, but good enough for now. He didn't exactly want to reveal too much before the Morning Star Contest.
Yet, whenever the girl who introduced herself as "Cas" finished her time with an icy performance, he figured he should go up as well - luckily he had been preparing on mastering a move with his Masquerain for quite some time now, and he knew that a moment like this would put it to good use. The blonde boy stood, and decided to button the remaining few buttons on his shirt, so that he didn't look as relaxed. His mother would kill him if she knew that he was doing anything in front of people with a simple button-up and shorts. Thankfully, she wasn't here. The beauty of college.
Upon making it to the stage, he stood confidently infront of his peers.
"Platinum Hokebe, I hail from Snowpoint, Sinnoh. My dream, as most of yours, is to become the best Coordinator that I can be, and extend my limits."
And with that, he gripped the pokeball he had brought with him. He held it midway to his torso, and then prominently tossed it forwards, sending it spinning rapidly. In a flash of light, Platinum's Masquerain had appeared, spinning elegantly in mid air. It had chirped its name with great enthusiasm as it faced the audience.
"Okay! Masquerain, show them your Silver Wind, my love!" He called.
The Eyeball Pokemon had then formed its two antennae together, forming a colorful eye in delicate patterns, and it began humming. Masquerain had then began hovering around throughout the air, before finally snapping its eyes open. In seconds, an array of glittery, platinum-shaded wind had immersed from the teal-pink Pokemon's wings and began filling the room. The natural light of the outdoors shining in from the window helped the Silver Wind to illuminate even more. The winds generated a cool breeze throughout the room and spread wider and wider, dancing round and round as it decorated the open space of the classroom.
Platinum stood there with his arms outstretched, watching as the silver particles gently descended to the floor as the winds settled down. It was an effect used by pretty much everyone today, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The Masquerain then floated over to her owner, and hovered slightly above Platnum's head. The two bowed to their classmates and Mr. Allen.
A basic performance, for sure, but good enough for now. He didn't exactly want to reveal too much before the Morning Star Contest.
Miel couldn't contain his awe at the two performances, and he clapped exuberantly after both. He couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear when watching both performances back to back. He was about to draw them both on the stage, but they both lacked star quality. Why? Wasn't their performances enough? They couldn't dress up for it, but it was something they lacked from the professionals in TV. Something about them, something that says "hey, I'm here and I'll pour my heart out."
That's what most people here missed. Emotions. He missed the whole point to performing. What's to perform if he couldn't let it be a part of himself? Let it breathe through him and make that performance the beat his heart would make, the breaths he'd take to survive? The movements his Pokemon should hold meaning to them and to himself and everything he does should hold meaning and emotions. His performance was lacking in it because he didn't follow his heart, but his brain. He was scared and anxious and didn't want to fail, so he took the performance of someone else so he could bank off of their stunning performance. That's not what he meant to do, he thought it was something he would love to show, as a way to show his Pokemon's skills, but he shouldn't have.
Instead of getting anxious, he then tried to think of the things he should change himself, but couldn't think of any. The problem of having a little superiority complex. He knew he had problems but never really could find a way to get rid of them nor could he trust anyone's opinions and advice. He'd all but forgotten about it until now.
Butch, on the other hand, didn't clap. She had to admit that their performances were good, but didn't want to admit it to herself. There were a couple more people who hadn't shown off their stuff, and it was close for her to shine. She knew how performances worked, as she used to be an emo and the only thing that helped to free her was coordinating. She just simply pet Trixie and awaited to see everyone's skills before she showed her own.
That's what most people here missed. Emotions. He missed the whole point to performing. What's to perform if he couldn't let it be a part of himself? Let it breathe through him and make that performance the beat his heart would make, the breaths he'd take to survive? The movements his Pokemon should hold meaning to them and to himself and everything he does should hold meaning and emotions. His performance was lacking in it because he didn't follow his heart, but his brain. He was scared and anxious and didn't want to fail, so he took the performance of someone else so he could bank off of their stunning performance. That's not what he meant to do, he thought it was something he would love to show, as a way to show his Pokemon's skills, but he shouldn't have.
Instead of getting anxious, he then tried to think of the things he should change himself, but couldn't think of any. The problem of having a little superiority complex. He knew he had problems but never really could find a way to get rid of them nor could he trust anyone's opinions and advice. He'd all but forgotten about it until now.
Butch, on the other hand, didn't clap. She had to admit that their performances were good, but didn't want to admit it to herself. There were a couple more people who hadn't shown off their stuff, and it was close for her to shine. She knew how performances worked, as she used to be an emo and the only thing that helped to free her was coordinating. She just simply pet Trixie and awaited to see everyone's skills before she showed her own.
Jean watched as each of his fellow classmates took to the stage, mouth partially dropped in awe. All of them were so... talented. It was obvious that they all had lots of practice, anyways. After Crimson's stunning performance (it was good to see that his Volcarona was alright after what had occurred the night before), the Kalosian was completely sucked in to whatever happened on stage. It was like he had his own front-row seat at a Grand Festival! He was so enthralled, in fact, that it wasn't until he realized that there were only a few people left in the class to perform that he had yet to go up on stage himself. Not only that, but he had very little prepared. Well, it was more like he had several possibilities imagined, but none of the actual practice needed to flawlessly pull them off. Waiting until a few other strangers in the class had gone after Platinum, Jean went up to the stage, a nervously excited grin planted on his face.. Might as well wing it the best he could.
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Mr. Allen watched performance after performance, some of the previous performer's names already slipping out of his mind. There were a few mistakes, to be sure (most probably based on nerves), but most others had at least enough talent to know what they were doing. Very few students gave him what he wanted though. A lot of them were pretty to be sure, but felt a little too rehearsed, such as the Zap Girl (Ruby? No, Rachel?). Performances like that were definitely finely polished, and could fill some with awe, but that was all it was. A performance, based with ideas of perfection rather than reality. Nevertheless, it would still be enough to get to the next round in a real performance. Then, you had other performers like the Ice girl (Kaiya was her name, right?) who displayed a whimsical, almost reckless passion, full of life. Her performance was definitely cute, but it almost felt as if her Pokemon was the one deciding the final outcome of the performance rather than her. That wasn't a bad thing, as extreme trust was necessary between a Pokemon and its trainer, but he had often learned from experience that being too carefree could really stab a person in the back at the end of the day when they least expect it. Then there were performances like that Grimson kid. Ones that took moves not normally used, such as status moves, and used them in a new, creative way. Though Grimson didn't look like it from the outside, he really was determined to create art, something that Mr. Allen could respect. The recently performed Platinum was similar to that too, and though his performance was predictable, he had to give him credit for making use of the outside light to better enhance his Pokemon's moves. He couldn't help but notice that not a single student included their Pokemon as one of the reasons they were there. Each interpreted the question of 'why they are there' as what they aimed to do in the future, not how they got to where they are today. That was the biggest thing Mr. Allen wanted to test for, besides watching for his students' strategies, and so far, everyone was failing.
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Taking a deep breath in and out, Jean climbed on to the staircase, trying his best to clear his mind from the clustered barrage of thoughts trying to figure out what move he should do. Which of his Pokemon should he use, for that matter? Spritz was definitely his main buddy, and the two have been together for almost as long as he could remember. However, as much as Jean loved her, she had her unpredictable moments at times. Roserade was even more of free spirit than Spritz, often jumping in and doing things without thinking of the consequences first. Pairing either of those with a stage and a somewhat nervous Jean for the first time could be risky. And then Doublade... he was just stubborn. Meowstic, on the other hand, could keep a cool and focused head no matter what the situation was. Not to mention that Cas didn't use Winslow before, so it wasn't like he would be copying anyone. Yeah- what better way to introduce himself and his Pokemon than Psyshock fireworks?
As he reached center stage, Jean instinctually reached across himself to grab Meowstic's luxury ball from his bag, only to grasp air. His bag wasn't beside him. He had left it and all the rest of his pokeballs back at his desk. No. Crap, no. What he had done? Jean's beaming expression quickly paled as he tried to identify his seat and the group of friends he sat beside from the stage. In that second, it felt like he couldn't breath. If there was ever a time he needed Meowstic to pop out of its pokeball like he used to do a few years ago, it was now. Then, Jean felt a familiar weight upon his shoulder, and all that anxiety built up from his forgetfulness disappeared into thin air. HIs spritzee had followed him up on to the stage. He wasn't alone up there, he had a pokemon after all. But what move to use? After a few more seconds of silence (he was taking way too long), Jean mentally rewrote his plan, deciding to use the move Spritz had the most experience with to his advantage.
One more deep breath, and he was ready. With a large smile displaying his enthusiasm, he rose a hand to great his fellow students. "My name is Jean Février, from Lumiose City, Kalos. I am here to follow in my mother's footsteps and dazzle people the best that I can!" After that, he bumped up his shoulder, signaling to Spritz to take to the sky. Once she was decently high in the air, he called out to her. "Are you ready? Spin and use Fairy Wind!" He commanded, and the Pokemon did just that. She spun across the sky like she was dancing, a pinkish airy wave emitting out from her wings. As she spun around, so did the fairy wind, filling the entire stage with a nice swirly pink pattern. It would have been nice if the Aroma Pokemon had ended the performance right there, but unfortunately, she did not. Determined to keep up her move for as long as some of the other performers she witnessed, she continued her dancing, spiraling fairy wind spreading out to the point where it blended together, causing a thick sparkly pink fog to spread across the stage and the first few sections of seats, completely blocking the Pokemon from view. When she finished, Spritz landed on Jean's head and spread her wings proudly at her work. It took a few seconds for the fairy fog to completely dispel, but not wanting to wait to hear what Mr. Allen might say, he walked through the majority of it with his Pokemon, bowing in a similar fashion as those before him. Mr. Allen looked at him and sighed, previous interest in him and his surname completely dispelled by that act. "Nice start, but make sure the audience can actually see your Pokemon? And always wait to bow until a Pokemon's move fades from the stage. That's basic etiquette. Next."
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Mr. Allen watched performance after performance, some of the previous performer's names already slipping out of his mind. There were a few mistakes, to be sure (most probably based on nerves), but most others had at least enough talent to know what they were doing. Very few students gave him what he wanted though. A lot of them were pretty to be sure, but felt a little too rehearsed, such as the Zap Girl (Ruby? No, Rachel?). Performances like that were definitely finely polished, and could fill some with awe, but that was all it was. A performance, based with ideas of perfection rather than reality. Nevertheless, it would still be enough to get to the next round in a real performance. Then, you had other performers like the Ice girl (Kaiya was her name, right?) who displayed a whimsical, almost reckless passion, full of life. Her performance was definitely cute, but it almost felt as if her Pokemon was the one deciding the final outcome of the performance rather than her. That wasn't a bad thing, as extreme trust was necessary between a Pokemon and its trainer, but he had often learned from experience that being too carefree could really stab a person in the back at the end of the day when they least expect it. Then there were performances like that Grimson kid. Ones that took moves not normally used, such as status moves, and used them in a new, creative way. Though Grimson didn't look like it from the outside, he really was determined to create art, something that Mr. Allen could respect. The recently performed Platinum was similar to that too, and though his performance was predictable, he had to give him credit for making use of the outside light to better enhance his Pokemon's moves. He couldn't help but notice that not a single student included their Pokemon as one of the reasons they were there. Each interpreted the question of 'why they are there' as what they aimed to do in the future, not how they got to where they are today. That was the biggest thing Mr. Allen wanted to test for, besides watching for his students' strategies, and so far, everyone was failing.
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Taking a deep breath in and out, Jean climbed on to the staircase, trying his best to clear his mind from the clustered barrage of thoughts trying to figure out what move he should do. Which of his Pokemon should he use, for that matter? Spritz was definitely his main buddy, and the two have been together for almost as long as he could remember. However, as much as Jean loved her, she had her unpredictable moments at times. Roserade was even more of free spirit than Spritz, often jumping in and doing things without thinking of the consequences first. Pairing either of those with a stage and a somewhat nervous Jean for the first time could be risky. And then Doublade... he was just stubborn. Meowstic, on the other hand, could keep a cool and focused head no matter what the situation was. Not to mention that Cas didn't use Winslow before, so it wasn't like he would be copying anyone. Yeah- what better way to introduce himself and his Pokemon than Psyshock fireworks?
As he reached center stage, Jean instinctually reached across himself to grab Meowstic's luxury ball from his bag, only to grasp air. His bag wasn't beside him. He had left it and all the rest of his pokeballs back at his desk. No. Crap, no. What he had done? Jean's beaming expression quickly paled as he tried to identify his seat and the group of friends he sat beside from the stage. In that second, it felt like he couldn't breath. If there was ever a time he needed Meowstic to pop out of its pokeball like he used to do a few years ago, it was now. Then, Jean felt a familiar weight upon his shoulder, and all that anxiety built up from his forgetfulness disappeared into thin air. HIs spritzee had followed him up on to the stage. He wasn't alone up there, he had a pokemon after all. But what move to use? After a few more seconds of silence (he was taking way too long), Jean mentally rewrote his plan, deciding to use the move Spritz had the most experience with to his advantage.
One more deep breath, and he was ready. With a large smile displaying his enthusiasm, he rose a hand to great his fellow students. "My name is Jean Février, from Lumiose City, Kalos. I am here to follow in my mother's footsteps and dazzle people the best that I can!" After that, he bumped up his shoulder, signaling to Spritz to take to the sky. Once she was decently high in the air, he called out to her. "Are you ready? Spin and use Fairy Wind!" He commanded, and the Pokemon did just that. She spun across the sky like she was dancing, a pinkish airy wave emitting out from her wings. As she spun around, so did the fairy wind, filling the entire stage with a nice swirly pink pattern. It would have been nice if the Aroma Pokemon had ended the performance right there, but unfortunately, she did not. Determined to keep up her move for as long as some of the other performers she witnessed, she continued her dancing, spiraling fairy wind spreading out to the point where it blended together, causing a thick sparkly pink fog to spread across the stage and the first few sections of seats, completely blocking the Pokemon from view. When she finished, Spritz landed on Jean's head and spread her wings proudly at her work. It took a few seconds for the fairy fog to completely dispel, but not wanting to wait to hear what Mr. Allen might say, he walked through the majority of it with his Pokemon, bowing in a similar fashion as those before him. Mr. Allen looked at him and sighed, previous interest in him and his surname completely dispelled by that act. "Nice start, but make sure the audience can actually see your Pokemon? And always wait to bow until a Pokemon's move fades from the stage. That's basic etiquette. Next."
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Miel was impressed by his Spritzee's acrobatics in the air, but he had to keep from chuckling when his Spritzee went a little overboard with her Fairy Wind. It was a pretty move, and he decided to draw them both. Even though there wasn't as much experience and disciplining involved in his plan and in his Pokemon, it was still a brilliant act. He started to draw the skeleton frame of Jean on stage and a little circle for Spritzee in the air, constantly needing to erase a few okay lines to make them juuust perfect.
He could kind of feel that Jean was nervous, so he clapped several times for him before continuing on his drawing. He finished Spritzee first because a ball of fluff was always easier than drawing a human. He got the general shape of his body down now, and he was going to draw in the face and hair when Jean left the stage.
Butch smirked at his Pokemon's silly display of arrogance and stubbornness. He really should slap his Pokemon around a bit. They need it, she thought. She then decided to show her stuff, stretching and getting up. She patted her Manectric and picked out a Poke Ball before going on stage. As she entered, she turned to the crowd with an emotionless glare. She then spoke in her rough, deep-for-a-female's voice:
"My name is Levina Brasche, but you can all call me Butch. I'm from Rustboro City, Hoenn. I came here to further my career as a top coordinator, all thanks to my wonderful Pokemon, who helped me from my family and be who I really want to be."
With that out of the way, she then held her Poke Ball in her hands, taking a long deep breath, like she were a Pokemon using Focus Energy. She then released her Pokemon by throwing it in the air, and a very fluffy and black and white Pokemon greeted the room with a great roar. A Pangoro was quite the sight to see, especially if one had tufts of fur matted all over the place. It seemed that she didn't groom him very well, but he seemed to follow orders quite well.
She said: "Goro..."
That's what she needed. She charged toward her own Pokemon, and without warning, Goro turned around and unleashed a flurry of Bullet Punches, the punches traveling so fast they became white and black blurs. At the last second, she dodged out of the way, rolling out of danger until she charged again, this time meeting fists with her Pokemon. They both exchange blasts of air as the punches missed each other, with Goro using Bullet Punch and Butch punching back and dodging. It looked to be like a training regimen she had them on. The Pangoro landed a hit right at her feet, which she jumped over and used his back as a means to get over him to the other side. The fist cracked the stage a bit, nothing that nails couldn't fix. She then continued this until the punches slowly turned into dancing. They had both turned the struggle from fighting one another to that of harmony and finally accepting each other, even though it completely took her out of perspective for a moment. Was this even the same girl? The Pangoro took her hand and began twirling her and ended with him hugging her around the waist from behind and her holding him close, them both facing the audience. They could see that her face was stone cold, but there was something strange. She was smiling. Despite the rest of her face being static, her smile was what gave warmth to the room.
When they were done, they both bowed and she returned Goro, giving him a celebratory pat on the back. She left quite quickly after Mr. Allen gave his assessment.
He could kind of feel that Jean was nervous, so he clapped several times for him before continuing on his drawing. He finished Spritzee first because a ball of fluff was always easier than drawing a human. He got the general shape of his body down now, and he was going to draw in the face and hair when Jean left the stage.
Butch smirked at his Pokemon's silly display of arrogance and stubbornness. He really should slap his Pokemon around a bit. They need it, she thought. She then decided to show her stuff, stretching and getting up. She patted her Manectric and picked out a Poke Ball before going on stage. As she entered, she turned to the crowd with an emotionless glare. She then spoke in her rough, deep-for-a-female's voice:
"My name is Levina Brasche, but you can all call me Butch. I'm from Rustboro City, Hoenn. I came here to further my career as a top coordinator, all thanks to my wonderful Pokemon, who helped me from my family and be who I really want to be."
With that out of the way, she then held her Poke Ball in her hands, taking a long deep breath, like she were a Pokemon using Focus Energy. She then released her Pokemon by throwing it in the air, and a very fluffy and black and white Pokemon greeted the room with a great roar. A Pangoro was quite the sight to see, especially if one had tufts of fur matted all over the place. It seemed that she didn't groom him very well, but he seemed to follow orders quite well.
She said: "Goro..."
That's what she needed. She charged toward her own Pokemon, and without warning, Goro turned around and unleashed a flurry of Bullet Punches, the punches traveling so fast they became white and black blurs. At the last second, she dodged out of the way, rolling out of danger until she charged again, this time meeting fists with her Pokemon. They both exchange blasts of air as the punches missed each other, with Goro using Bullet Punch and Butch punching back and dodging. It looked to be like a training regimen she had them on. The Pangoro landed a hit right at her feet, which she jumped over and used his back as a means to get over him to the other side. The fist cracked the stage a bit, nothing that nails couldn't fix. She then continued this until the punches slowly turned into dancing. They had both turned the struggle from fighting one another to that of harmony and finally accepting each other, even though it completely took her out of perspective for a moment. Was this even the same girl? The Pangoro took her hand and began twirling her and ended with him hugging her around the waist from behind and her holding him close, them both facing the audience. They could see that her face was stone cold, but there was something strange. She was smiling. Despite the rest of her face being static, her smile was what gave warmth to the room.
When they were done, they both bowed and she returned Goro, giving him a celebratory pat on the back. She left quite quickly after Mr. Allen gave his assessment.
Aria snickered. So far, outside of Crimson, she had nothing to worry about. Her ears had perked at the sound of the word "Kalos" from Jean's mouth, surely another Kalosian would understand beauty the way she did, and something about that last name was oddly familiar. She would try and befriend him, if for nothing else than to have someone of her culture to talk with. Plus, he seemed to be somewhat close with Crimson, who she definitely wanted to befriend and assess more. However, he made a rookie mistake to end all rookie mistakes, and it was very apparent that the Spritzee was the one in charge. Same with the girl with the Sneasel, whose name she had missed, although that was less apparent. Platinum's was pretty but nothing special, and Butch's was, in her mind, an affront to the very idea of the show. She was horrified that fighting a Pokémon onstage would count as an appeal, and how someone could be so blind to the point of an appeal. They were supposed to inspire awe, nor horror! And be pretty, most importantly. Like her. Speaking of, how was her hair doing? She reached and grabbed her makeup mirror and hairbrush and began to fix it while the Pink haze was still clearing the stage.
Miel was astounded, sadly. Not only did she deviate from the norm of Beauty, Cute, and the occasional Smart categories of performance, but showed the raw power of her Pokemon using a Tough move and even physically got into the performance herself. Not only did it show that she was very agile and capable of handling her own, but her performance told a story. That story, which he could pick out, was that she fought with her Pokemon, but she only began to see that they were really animals with hearts during the end, when they finally made up their differences and worked together to bring harmony.
It was an interesting story, and he had to say... He was a little intimidated by her performance.
It was an interesting story, and he had to say... He was a little intimidated by her performance.
Dylan smiled and applauded after everyone's performances. Butch's was very interesting, and better than Dylan had expected from a girl who had seemed so cold. He contemplated for quite a while whether or not to go and perform now, as he was a bit nervous about how it would go. So far, Mr. Allen was being quite strict on his judging of everyone's performances. However, Dylan thought, Ah, to the Distortion World with it, and stood up before tightening his necktie and made his way to the stage.
He looked out at the audience and grinned before saying in a clear and projected voice, "Hello, I'm Dylan Sage from Verdanturf Town of Hoenn, and my goal is to be the top Coordinator that also inspires a much larger audience to gain the same aspiration than most of the famous Coordinators already do. That said," Dylan started, pulling out a Pokeball and flinging it into the air. "Evindal, let's get started!" The Sceptile burst out of the spherical device and roared with tremendous power. "Solarbeam, now!" As Dylan walked backwards behind Evindal, the seeds that lined the Pokemon's back in a 2x3 array started to glow with a bright emerald light as he got on all fours and roared once more, Evindal's eyes glowing as well. With a third and final roar, the sunlight gathered within the Sceptile was released as multiple green circles formed a hexagon around Evindal and released thin blasts of energy. Right before the Solar Beam was fired, Dylan jumped into the air as the beams shot into the sky and became intertwined with each other, forming the shape of a glowing rose as the "head" of blooming flower pushed Dylan into the air. Dylan whooped with glee as the rose burst into emerald sparkles. He did a front flip and stuck the landing onto the stage, bowing with Evindal amidst the dancing green glimmers of light. After a few more seconds, Dylan straightened back up and looked back at Evindal, rubbing his neck and complimenting him under his breath. "Great job, buddy. You did amazing."
He looked out at the audience and grinned before saying in a clear and projected voice, "Hello, I'm Dylan Sage from Verdanturf Town of Hoenn, and my goal is to be the top Coordinator that also inspires a much larger audience to gain the same aspiration than most of the famous Coordinators already do. That said," Dylan started, pulling out a Pokeball and flinging it into the air. "Evindal, let's get started!" The Sceptile burst out of the spherical device and roared with tremendous power. "Solarbeam, now!" As Dylan walked backwards behind Evindal, the seeds that lined the Pokemon's back in a 2x3 array started to glow with a bright emerald light as he got on all fours and roared once more, Evindal's eyes glowing as well. With a third and final roar, the sunlight gathered within the Sceptile was released as multiple green circles formed a hexagon around Evindal and released thin blasts of energy. Right before the Solar Beam was fired, Dylan jumped into the air as the beams shot into the sky and became intertwined with each other, forming the shape of a glowing rose as the "head" of blooming flower pushed Dylan into the air. Dylan whooped with glee as the rose burst into emerald sparkles. He did a front flip and stuck the landing onto the stage, bowing with Evindal amidst the dancing green glimmers of light. After a few more seconds, Dylan straightened back up and looked back at Evindal, rubbing his neck and complimenting him under his breath. "Great job, buddy. You did amazing."
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Miel smiled at the performance Dylan showed. It was very interesting and he couldn't help but clap. Although, it ended shortly after as he was intending on finishing his art. Although, he thought about drawing the moves of his opponents. It was an interesting idea, but he decided against it. He finished the face and hair of Jean, so now it was just the rest of his body.
Butch was taken aback by the calm and quiet Dylan using such a powerful move. She had to hand it to him, he was quite good. Maybe she had another rival to compete with.
Butch was taken aback by the calm and quiet Dylan using such a powerful move. She had to hand it to him, he was quite good. Maybe she had another rival to compete with.
Jean flinched at the teacher's sharp dismissal, but didn't say anything, instead returning to his seat in silence while the next person took the stage. While he knew he shouldn't feel bad, mainly because he came up with all of that on the fly, and he got through the entirety of the performance, Jean couldn't help in feeling a little embarrassed as he sat down. Still, he said the beginning was good, right? And it was really the first time he was doing this, so it wasn't completely terrible, so all logic should point to the fact that it was a fairly good performance for his experience level. But then you compared it to the others in his class, whose level he was supposed to be at... he just needed more practice is all.
Not really caring about or wanting to watch the performances following him, as he didn't want to be permanently stuck in a fog of negativity, Jean instead focused on the Pokemon in front of him: the Spritzee who seemingly shrank twice her size as she huddled to herself in embarrassment. Giving her a small smile, Jean stroked Spritz' head gently with a finger, whispering to her underneath the next performer's act. "Don't worry, don't worry. We'll do better next time. All we need to do is practice control, right? You did a good job for your first time, and you're still the prettiest Pokemon here. You know I'll always love you." At that, Spritz perked up once more, chirping and flying up to nuzzle Jean's cheek with beak. He burst out in laughter for a quick moment before remembering the type of environment he was in. As soon as he caught a few people looking over, he motioned for Spritz to settle down on his shoulder, which she happily did.
Trying not to stand out too much, he focused back on the stage, where Butch was walking away from. Darn, did he miss her? While she was brutish, he couldn't help in being at least a little curious as to what type of performance she had put on. Hearing Ribbon Girl (wasn't her name was something like Arya?) snicker, he guessed it wasn't much. In his mind, brute behavior probably translated to a mess on stage, leading to some horrifying mental images. Oh well. At least he knew that there were others who bombed the introduction too.
His eyes perked up when he saw who was taking the stage next. It was that cool guy! Dylan! Leaning forward in his seat a little, Jean watched as Dylan and his Sceptile worked together, filling the stage with the light of a solar beam before launching it into the air at- wait, Dylan himself? And then bursting into a rose right after that... it must have taken some real control on the Pokemon's part to be able to pull that off! But seriously, taking a full on solar beam was beyond incredible. Jean wondered if any of his Pokemon could pull off an attack like that? No doubt his Doublade wouldn't mind slashing at him for a bit. Heh- it would be like an alternative swords dance. He would have to write that down.
Unfortunately, the rest of the acts weren't as good as the ones prior to them. The remainder in the class, mainly people that waited until last because they hoped class time would run out before they were forced to take the stage, were fairly average at best. Several crashed out of nerves, and there was even one girl who walked off stage mid-performance, leaving her Pokemon alone and confused. Jean didn't know who to feel bad for in that situation. But really, if it wasn't a boring performance, it was depressing, and so he couldn't help in finally letting his eyes wonder the desks of those around him.
His gaze sat on the desk adjacent to him, where a stranger worked on what looked to be a drawing of a girl next to some fluffy pokemon he had a hard time identifying from the distance. Eventually, however, he noticed the beak of the fluff ball, and decided it must be a Spritzee, or a really pudgy Swablu. That left the girl, no wait- that didn't look like a female body he was working on. A boy with long hair next to a Spritzee... was that supposed to be him? Cheeks turning a light shade of pink, his vision zoomed out to look at the artist. Miel. Of course. Guess he was a stalker or something after all? Jean opened his mouth to say something about the drawing, only to realize how rude it might sound for him to be peeping. But really, wasn't it ruder to draw a person without their consent? But wait, what if it was some other person he was drawing that wasn't Jean? Debating internally about it for a few solid minutes, and then realizing how long he had been staring at Miel, Jean eventually settled on turning away and looking towards the door. Miel really should just stick to drawing Eevees or Pikachus or something normal.
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"...all thanks to my wonderful Pokemon, who helped me from my family and be who I really want to be."
Mr. Allen's eyes jumped up at that statement, his full focus coming back and settling on Butch and her Pokemon. She obviously didn't look like the average coordinator would- she didn't seem into the pretty dresses and cute Pokemon side of the stage. But at the same time, her performance- it stood out. What better way to bring out the natural nature of a fighting-type Pokemon than in a real fight? And the trainer looked like she was enjoying herself too. Mr. Allen almost would have written it off as a spectacle that encapsulated everything he was looking for, if he had not focused on the Pangoro like every good judge should. That Pangoro... his niche as a fighting-type was definitely being displayed, that was for sure, but something was also off. His expression looked static compared to his enthralled trainer. There were definitely some serious Pokemon in the world, but the way he behaved was off-putting. It was like finishing a large puzzle, only to find that the last piece didn't quite fit in. Something was off with the Pokemon. That aside though, it was a perfect display of talent, and Ms. Brasche definitely knew what she was doing. "Very good, Butch. And thanks for finally answering my question." What that question was, he didn't say. Hopefully someone else could catch on to what he meant.
The boy, Dylan, and his Sceptile also put on quite a show, putting a focus on Evindal's balance between strength and control- one of the most difficult road blocks for a performer. The Pokemon definitely knew what it was doing. The trainer on the other hand- jumping into an attack like that was a good way of showing off his Pokemon's strengths while also displaying the trust between the two. However, at the end of the performance, it left Dylan sparkling on stage, rather than his Pokemon. Not to mention it was beyond dangerous. Solar Beam was a really powerful move, after all. Just like the majority though, he had potential. He just needed a little polishing, and Mr. Allen let him know exactly that in his short, but sweet response. "Try to focus more on your Pokemon near the end, and be careful doing that in the future. Could use some polishing, but good job. Next."
The rest of the performances, however, were fairly disappointing. Either lazily put together, or having extreme potential, but shattering from a breakdown of nerves, it was the most boring wave of the bunch, and Mr. Allen couldn't remember the names of those trainers if he tried. He even found himself peaking back at his book where he left off. However, it did eventually end though, and class time was running close to a close. After the last performer exited, something Mr. Allen himself almost didn't catch, he finally stood up, popping his back once before climbing on to the stage like he did when the class started. Standing in the center and giving himself a small moment of silence, Mr. Allen finally began to speak.
"My name is Jeffery Allen, from Johto's Olivine City," he began, his voice clear and booming, completely the opposite of it was before. He continued, voice resonating throughout the auditorium with honest conviction. "My job is to shape each and every one of you into the coordinator you want to be. But it's not that simple! You first have to know your Pokemon, and then yourself. I'm only here because my Pokemon helped me realize after a long journey of our own that I wasn't put on this Earth to cater to people's amusement, or sit at a desk all day judging trainers over the smallest of mistakes. I want to inspire others, including the next generation of performers, like yourselves. That's what being a coordinator means to me. However, the only way I can hope to bring out your full potential through your time here at Luvendale is to get you to ask the same question: what does being a coordinator mean to you? How did you get here, what do you think you want to do in the future, and what do you actually want to do? The answer may surprise you, and I guarantee that, by graduation, you will have learned more about yourself and your abilities than you could ever even dream of. And you will continue to learn of your strengths and shortcomings well into the future. You can do amazing things, once you figure out what it is you really want out of life."
He paused, a small smile creeping on his face. "Now then," he began, before throwing a Pokeball into the air. "Ignis! Use Flamethrower!" The light of the ball expanded to reveal the form of a large Typhlosion, who immediately started off with a battle cry of his own. Then, he opened his mouth, and it felt like the temperature of the room climbed a thousand degrees. There were no fancy flips or tricks with the fire, or pretty clothes for the professor, in fact. There was only a single burst of flame emitted from Ignis' mouth, one that was by far larger than any Flamethrower should be. It filled the room at a tilt, burning hot above the heads of the students. Meanwhile, on stage, the passionate expressions of both trainer and pokemon, as well as the Typhlosion's neck flame that grew twice its size to outline the creature's head inn inferno, worked to make Ignis seem like the physical incarnation of fire itself.
Through beads of sweat rolling down his face, and a sudden mixture of emotions that included fear, shock, and total amazement, Jean stared on at the flames above him, wide-eyed and wordless.
Not really caring about or wanting to watch the performances following him, as he didn't want to be permanently stuck in a fog of negativity, Jean instead focused on the Pokemon in front of him: the Spritzee who seemingly shrank twice her size as she huddled to herself in embarrassment. Giving her a small smile, Jean stroked Spritz' head gently with a finger, whispering to her underneath the next performer's act. "Don't worry, don't worry. We'll do better next time. All we need to do is practice control, right? You did a good job for your first time, and you're still the prettiest Pokemon here. You know I'll always love you." At that, Spritz perked up once more, chirping and flying up to nuzzle Jean's cheek with beak. He burst out in laughter for a quick moment before remembering the type of environment he was in. As soon as he caught a few people looking over, he motioned for Spritz to settle down on his shoulder, which she happily did.
Trying not to stand out too much, he focused back on the stage, where Butch was walking away from. Darn, did he miss her? While she was brutish, he couldn't help in being at least a little curious as to what type of performance she had put on. Hearing Ribbon Girl (wasn't her name was something like Arya?) snicker, he guessed it wasn't much. In his mind, brute behavior probably translated to a mess on stage, leading to some horrifying mental images. Oh well. At least he knew that there were others who bombed the introduction too.
His eyes perked up when he saw who was taking the stage next. It was that cool guy! Dylan! Leaning forward in his seat a little, Jean watched as Dylan and his Sceptile worked together, filling the stage with the light of a solar beam before launching it into the air at- wait, Dylan himself? And then bursting into a rose right after that... it must have taken some real control on the Pokemon's part to be able to pull that off! But seriously, taking a full on solar beam was beyond incredible. Jean wondered if any of his Pokemon could pull off an attack like that? No doubt his Doublade wouldn't mind slashing at him for a bit. Heh- it would be like an alternative swords dance. He would have to write that down.
Unfortunately, the rest of the acts weren't as good as the ones prior to them. The remainder in the class, mainly people that waited until last because they hoped class time would run out before they were forced to take the stage, were fairly average at best. Several crashed out of nerves, and there was even one girl who walked off stage mid-performance, leaving her Pokemon alone and confused. Jean didn't know who to feel bad for in that situation. But really, if it wasn't a boring performance, it was depressing, and so he couldn't help in finally letting his eyes wonder the desks of those around him.
His gaze sat on the desk adjacent to him, where a stranger worked on what looked to be a drawing of a girl next to some fluffy pokemon he had a hard time identifying from the distance. Eventually, however, he noticed the beak of the fluff ball, and decided it must be a Spritzee, or a really pudgy Swablu. That left the girl, no wait- that didn't look like a female body he was working on. A boy with long hair next to a Spritzee... was that supposed to be him? Cheeks turning a light shade of pink, his vision zoomed out to look at the artist. Miel. Of course. Guess he was a stalker or something after all? Jean opened his mouth to say something about the drawing, only to realize how rude it might sound for him to be peeping. But really, wasn't it ruder to draw a person without their consent? But wait, what if it was some other person he was drawing that wasn't Jean? Debating internally about it for a few solid minutes, and then realizing how long he had been staring at Miel, Jean eventually settled on turning away and looking towards the door. Miel really should just stick to drawing Eevees or Pikachus or something normal.
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"...all thanks to my wonderful Pokemon, who helped me from my family and be who I really want to be."
Mr. Allen's eyes jumped up at that statement, his full focus coming back and settling on Butch and her Pokemon. She obviously didn't look like the average coordinator would- she didn't seem into the pretty dresses and cute Pokemon side of the stage. But at the same time, her performance- it stood out. What better way to bring out the natural nature of a fighting-type Pokemon than in a real fight? And the trainer looked like she was enjoying herself too. Mr. Allen almost would have written it off as a spectacle that encapsulated everything he was looking for, if he had not focused on the Pangoro like every good judge should. That Pangoro... his niche as a fighting-type was definitely being displayed, that was for sure, but something was also off. His expression looked static compared to his enthralled trainer. There were definitely some serious Pokemon in the world, but the way he behaved was off-putting. It was like finishing a large puzzle, only to find that the last piece didn't quite fit in. Something was off with the Pokemon. That aside though, it was a perfect display of talent, and Ms. Brasche definitely knew what she was doing. "Very good, Butch. And thanks for finally answering my question." What that question was, he didn't say. Hopefully someone else could catch on to what he meant.
The boy, Dylan, and his Sceptile also put on quite a show, putting a focus on Evindal's balance between strength and control- one of the most difficult road blocks for a performer. The Pokemon definitely knew what it was doing. The trainer on the other hand- jumping into an attack like that was a good way of showing off his Pokemon's strengths while also displaying the trust between the two. However, at the end of the performance, it left Dylan sparkling on stage, rather than his Pokemon. Not to mention it was beyond dangerous. Solar Beam was a really powerful move, after all. Just like the majority though, he had potential. He just needed a little polishing, and Mr. Allen let him know exactly that in his short, but sweet response. "Try to focus more on your Pokemon near the end, and be careful doing that in the future. Could use some polishing, but good job. Next."
The rest of the performances, however, were fairly disappointing. Either lazily put together, or having extreme potential, but shattering from a breakdown of nerves, it was the most boring wave of the bunch, and Mr. Allen couldn't remember the names of those trainers if he tried. He even found himself peaking back at his book where he left off. However, it did eventually end though, and class time was running close to a close. After the last performer exited, something Mr. Allen himself almost didn't catch, he finally stood up, popping his back once before climbing on to the stage like he did when the class started. Standing in the center and giving himself a small moment of silence, Mr. Allen finally began to speak.
"My name is Jeffery Allen, from Johto's Olivine City," he began, his voice clear and booming, completely the opposite of it was before. He continued, voice resonating throughout the auditorium with honest conviction. "My job is to shape each and every one of you into the coordinator you want to be. But it's not that simple! You first have to know your Pokemon, and then yourself. I'm only here because my Pokemon helped me realize after a long journey of our own that I wasn't put on this Earth to cater to people's amusement, or sit at a desk all day judging trainers over the smallest of mistakes. I want to inspire others, including the next generation of performers, like yourselves. That's what being a coordinator means to me. However, the only way I can hope to bring out your full potential through your time here at Luvendale is to get you to ask the same question: what does being a coordinator mean to you? How did you get here, what do you think you want to do in the future, and what do you actually want to do? The answer may surprise you, and I guarantee that, by graduation, you will have learned more about yourself and your abilities than you could ever even dream of. And you will continue to learn of your strengths and shortcomings well into the future. You can do amazing things, once you figure out what it is you really want out of life."
He paused, a small smile creeping on his face. "Now then," he began, before throwing a Pokeball into the air. "Ignis! Use Flamethrower!" The light of the ball expanded to reveal the form of a large Typhlosion, who immediately started off with a battle cry of his own. Then, he opened his mouth, and it felt like the temperature of the room climbed a thousand degrees. There were no fancy flips or tricks with the fire, or pretty clothes for the professor, in fact. There was only a single burst of flame emitted from Ignis' mouth, one that was by far larger than any Flamethrower should be. It filled the room at a tilt, burning hot above the heads of the students. Meanwhile, on stage, the passionate expressions of both trainer and pokemon, as well as the Typhlosion's neck flame that grew twice its size to outline the creature's head inn inferno, worked to make Ignis seem like the physical incarnation of fire itself.
Through beads of sweat rolling down his face, and a sudden mixture of emotions that included fear, shock, and total amazement, Jean stared on at the flames above him, wide-eyed and wordless.
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All of it was a lot to take in. First, Platinum found himself bored of the remaining students’ acts, because other than the ones done by the familiar faces, the rest were clearly reluctant performances and only done because the teacher had required them to. However, Mr. Allen himself had taken the stage and began giving a quick lecture. It was upfront and real, and inspiring - he definitely knew what he was talking about.
What really took Platinum by surprise, though, was when the man whipped out his own Pokeball. Immediately the blonde’s eyes lit up, as he knew exactly what was about to follow. He was hoping to see some action from the Professor at some point...now he could see just how qualified for the job this laid back character was. In a mere matter of seconds, Platinum’s suspicions were cessed.
Me. Allen’s Typhloison had become everyone’s focus point, and the fire type literally lit up the room. Platinum was amazed, and a bit hot. The flames soared with great brilliance throughout the room and even over the students. He couldn’t draw his eyes away from all of the details. The Typhlosion had effortlessly executed such a powerful and stunning move...He could only wonder how many Contests this Mr. Allen had been in during his prime - because if this was just a single, simple move from his Pokémon, he couldn’t imagine what his combinations and battles were like.
What really took Platinum by surprise, though, was when the man whipped out his own Pokeball. Immediately the blonde’s eyes lit up, as he knew exactly what was about to follow. He was hoping to see some action from the Professor at some point...now he could see just how qualified for the job this laid back character was. In a mere matter of seconds, Platinum’s suspicions were cessed.
Me. Allen’s Typhloison had become everyone’s focus point, and the fire type literally lit up the room. Platinum was amazed, and a bit hot. The flames soared with great brilliance throughout the room and even over the students. He couldn’t draw his eyes away from all of the details. The Typhlosion had effortlessly executed such a powerful and stunning move...He could only wonder how many Contests this Mr. Allen had been in during his prime - because if this was just a single, simple move from his Pokémon, he couldn’t imagine what his combinations and battles were like.
Butch had heard what the teacher had said, and smirked. Not knowing what he actually meant by that, but she shrugged it off as nothing while she retreated to her seat. Miel, on the other hand, caught on. He was watching Mr. Allen closely, even while drawing. He would glance up to see his reactions every once in awhile, and saw that he nearly jumped out of his seat when she said something about her Pokemon helping her. At the end, that answered question must've been something about Pokemon helping others. Although, the static look on her Pangoro looked quite disturbing, and he wasn't so sure if her Pangoro was actually happy or not.
Miel was one of the few who had glanced at Jean when he laughed a little at his Pokemon's affection. He gave a quick smile before continuing on to watch the performance in front of him, while Butch was disgusted by the show of outward affection between Jean and Spritz. She just ignored it and watched in awe at Dylan's performance.
Miel and Butch were taken aback by the teacher. Before, the performances from the other trainers were quite lackluster, and some of them left the stage quite bitter after Butch gave them a thumbs down after their performance. Butch was so bored, she was busy making a slingshot from a paperclip and a rubber band she found in the back.
Miel didn't like any of the performances, either. He just continued on his drawing, finally finishing at the second to last person. He then drew the other people who he thought did well, with Jean and his Spritzee using Fairy Wind being in the front, Dylan with his Sceptile creating the emerald flower on the left, and... Who else? He was finding it difficult to figure out who should be on the right side. He thought about himself, but that seemed a little too arrogant, and he swore he caught Jean peeking at his drawing. He shrugged it off, but hoped he didn't think any of it. He then looked up just in time for the teacher to make his speech and do his performance. He was astounded and his Kyukori was freaked out by such a spectacle, while Miel stared up at awe. He'd only seen this kind of striking power in his brother's Pokemon, but nothing so refined to be a part of a contest. With his brother, it was about power, not about making it look pretty or cool. He couldn't care less.
Miel found this so inspirational and saw that this teacher was no slack, and that was right about him. He began to draw the teacher on the right, with his Typhlosion lighting himself and the stage up. He'll just have to color this in later. He got done drawing his Typhlosion and his trainer when they were done with their performance, peeking up every now and then to see if anything had changed.
After the teacher's performance he began to clap, since he did remarkably well and wanted to be as good as him. Even though the state of the academy was quite lackluster, he thought that this teacher was one of the seven wonders of the academy. The other being Wallace, and the other one being the state of the dorms.
Butch couldn't stop looking at the fire, staring at it with awe. She just wanted to touch it, to feel it's raw, yet refined, power burning her hand. Trixie had to growl at her to snap herself out of it, which was when she decided to fling an eraser at the flame. She got the eraser snug in her makeshift slingshot, and shot it out towards the flame. It hit the flame and was engulfed, never to be seen again. She was so amazed, that she actually felt a twinge of.. What was it? Exciting interest? Probably. If she could feel joy, she would. Even though she would normally be awe-struck, but she was more interested on how his Pokemon could pull off such a move.
Miel was one of the few who had glanced at Jean when he laughed a little at his Pokemon's affection. He gave a quick smile before continuing on to watch the performance in front of him, while Butch was disgusted by the show of outward affection between Jean and Spritz. She just ignored it and watched in awe at Dylan's performance.
Miel and Butch were taken aback by the teacher. Before, the performances from the other trainers were quite lackluster, and some of them left the stage quite bitter after Butch gave them a thumbs down after their performance. Butch was so bored, she was busy making a slingshot from a paperclip and a rubber band she found in the back.
Miel didn't like any of the performances, either. He just continued on his drawing, finally finishing at the second to last person. He then drew the other people who he thought did well, with Jean and his Spritzee using Fairy Wind being in the front, Dylan with his Sceptile creating the emerald flower on the left, and... Who else? He was finding it difficult to figure out who should be on the right side. He thought about himself, but that seemed a little too arrogant, and he swore he caught Jean peeking at his drawing. He shrugged it off, but hoped he didn't think any of it. He then looked up just in time for the teacher to make his speech and do his performance. He was astounded and his Kyukori was freaked out by such a spectacle, while Miel stared up at awe. He'd only seen this kind of striking power in his brother's Pokemon, but nothing so refined to be a part of a contest. With his brother, it was about power, not about making it look pretty or cool. He couldn't care less.
Miel found this so inspirational and saw that this teacher was no slack, and that was right about him. He began to draw the teacher on the right, with his Typhlosion lighting himself and the stage up. He'll just have to color this in later. He got done drawing his Typhlosion and his trainer when they were done with their performance, peeking up every now and then to see if anything had changed.
After the teacher's performance he began to clap, since he did remarkably well and wanted to be as good as him. Even though the state of the academy was quite lackluster, he thought that this teacher was one of the seven wonders of the academy. The other being Wallace, and the other one being the state of the dorms.
Butch couldn't stop looking at the fire, staring at it with awe. She just wanted to touch it, to feel it's raw, yet refined, power burning her hand. Trixie had to growl at her to snap herself out of it, which was when she decided to fling an eraser at the flame. She got the eraser snug in her makeshift slingshot, and shot it out towards the flame. It hit the flame and was engulfed, never to be seen again. She was so amazed, that she actually felt a twinge of.. What was it? Exciting interest? Probably. If she could feel joy, she would. Even though she would normally be awe-struck, but she was more interested on how his Pokemon could pull off such a move.
The performance from Mr. Allen seemed a lot longer than it really was, and Jean couldn't help in thinking that the fire died down way too soon. His gaze lingering to the now extraordinarily calm Pokemon to a similarly tranquil teacher. Maybe it was just his ears playing tricks on him, but like the flamethrower, Mr. Allen's voice also shrank in volume. "Different styles of training work for different people, but several past students have found that meeting up with a partner or small group to practice performing in their free time greatly improved their own abilities. I want to advise you to watch every performance you can: whether it's a classmate practicing for class, or a professional contest aired on tv. If you're serious about this path, you'll try to get whatever experience you can. Also, keep an open mind for other hobbies, as several of you may realize that contests aren't your thing," For some reason he couldn't explain, Jean had to gulp at that last line. "For now, I guess I'll assign you your first piece of homework. You're going to write an essay answering the question I just proposed: 'what does being a coordinator mean to you?' No less than, uh- let's go with five pages. Due on the last class day of the semester," Jean breathed a sigh in relief at that last line. "If anyone has any questions about what I told them today, then come see in my office hours which I wrote on the syllabus- just pick them up while you're walking out. If I told you specifically to speak with me after class, then just... do that. And, if there's nothing else I left out, I'll see all of you tomorrow. Class dismissed." Several people began getting up, though the rush to get out the door felt slower than in his previous Pokemon Care class. Rather than getting up, however, Jean pulled out his schedule to check his next course. "Let's see... yes! Appeal battling!"
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Aria stood up as class had been dismissed by the teacher. That had certainly been an interesting class, although the rush of acts at the back end had been spectacularly disappointing - So much so that she had had enough time to completely redo her makeup and felt like she hadn't missed a single thing. There were definitely a few people she had to look out for, and a few people she wanted to talk to, but overall she felt very confident. She let that confidence carry her over to Jean, who was checking his schedule, before taking a deep breath and starting. "Um, hello? Could I pet your Spritzee, please? It's so cute!"
Jean folded his schedule once more, about to put it back in his bag and go up to get a syllabus when he heard a voice ringing out beside him. "Oh! It's you!" He turned around in his seat to face the girl next to him, a kind smile on his face. "You're the girl with the Flygon! You're from Kalos too, right?" Hearing her species name, Spritz had come to the edge of the desk to receive her scritches. The air around the Aroma Pokemon smelled strongly of lavender and vanilla. "Go ahead. She is cute, isn't she?" Jean investigated the girl's face. She was definitely pretty, and maybe this was just from his own experience in his own country, but she had an unmistakable Kalosian look about her. That was probably just from how fashionable she seemed. While he had is own reasons for his own choice, he couldn't help in wondering why she wanted to partake in contests and not showcases. With her style and her Pokemon's talent, she would definitely rise through the ranks towards becoming Kalos Queen.