Hi new people! I'll add those requests; that's what this thread thrives on. Also, comboed the Aron and Sableye requests. You'll see why.
I decided to play with the contest aspect here. However, it's harder to establish facts on them, since the Serebii-dex doesn't list Contest Type and effect in their movelists and, unless I have that Pokemon with those moves, I have no way to check. So I went with what makes sense to me.
In Process: Aron/Sableye
On Deck: Metagross, Blastoise, Heracross, Dugtrio
PIDGEOT
Ruby/Sapphire entry: This Pokemon has a dazzling plumage of beautifully glossy feathers. Many Trainers are captivated by the striking beauty of the feathers on its head, compelling them to choose Pidgeot as their Pokemon.
The door to the hotel room slammed shut. “Hmph. ‘Common Pokemon never win,’ yeah, that’s what you think, floozy.” The coordinator sighed and leaned against the door. “But the judges don’t arrive until tomorrow morning. She can’t bribe them all in that time. At least, I hope not.”
The hotel room was more comfortable than a Pokecenter room would be, which was part of the reason she’d chosen it. And the large bathroom; that was a definite plus for grooming. In the main area, there was a couch, a large flat-screen TV, heavy curtains, and two beds. On one of those beds, her Pidgeot had already made a nice nest for himself by rearranging the blankets, sheets, and pillows.
Upon seeing that she was upset, he hopped off the bed and walked over to her. He cooed and bumped his head against hers.
She smiled and patted his head. “Good bird. Well, we have to get prepared. Come on, let’s practice.”
The Pidgeot chirped, then followed her towards the bathroom. She picked up a black tie on the way in there. After taking a few seconds to make a gentlemanly bow around the bird’s neck, she nodded.
“Okay, dear, contest face on. We need to be elegant and beautiful, but not vain. Most of all, we need to be ready for the competitors, judges, and audience.”
He folded his wings in just a bit closer and held his body up. Although every contest caused some nervous anxiety, he looked calm. And if they looked it, it was more likely they felt it.
“And now we’re called out to the stage. Remember, first impressions are everything. It true that there are many Pidgeots out there, but none are as beautiful as you. Make sure the audience sees your true beauty as we step out. Come.”
The coordinator put her hand on the back of her Pidgeot’s neck, as she would in a contest. While the bathroom door was narrower than most stage entrances, they went through with little awkwardness. They had been working together so long that they had no qualms about being close.
Once out, he tilted his head back, then shook his crest out. It looked like a completely natural action, but they planned that little display to happen right as they stepped through the first stage light. His crest feathers were glossy and gorgeous, in red, yellow, orange, and tan. When freshly groomed, they shimmered in such a lovely manner that even those who called the Pidgies pests would gasp and gape. This was an important step, to move him from ‘just another common bird’ to ‘wow, he’s beautiful’.
They walked along the beds and around them in a manner the coordinator dubbed the ‘casual strut’. Beautiful, but not vain. Looking vain could lose a high rank contest. Then she took her hand off him and stepped back so he could stand before the imaginary audience. He adjusted his wings so that their glossy shine was not missed either. A long time ago, they had decided on a peaceful beauty of a gentleman for him. Of all the images they could project, this one seemed most suitable and likely to win.
While they had plotted out every single step of their contest routine, it had to look natural when they did it. Thus, all this practicing and preparing. Coordinators and their Pokemon could lose for behaving too scripted, especially at the Master’s Rank they were performing tomorrow. But they had to have a script, to take every advantage they could. Some people thought coordinators were just lazy Trainers, but they had never spent weeks with a Pokemon trying to get just the entrance walk perfect.
When the first part was done, she put her hand on his neck again and they walked to the other side of the beds. “Lovely job. What comes next?”
He held his head up, still with his feathers high. But he gave quick little glances to the sides.
“Right, a subtle check of the competition. So, who’ve we got?” She leaned closer to him. “Oh, there’s a Bug. What do you do?”
He half-closed his eyes and held still.
“Yes, we don’t do anything. He’s a competitor, not lunch. Now, over there is an Electric Pokemon. What do you do?”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Good, we keep calm. You can’t hurt the Bugs and the Electrics can’t hurt you. Now, who else... there’s a Fighting Pokemon here.”
There was a twitch of his eyelid, but nothing more.
“Yes, we don’t laugh and we don’t look down on them. You’re a gentleman, after all.” It wasn’t smart to bring a Pokemon clearly suited for another Contest into a Beauty Hall and Fighters were nearly all shoo-ins for the Tough Hall. But over the years, she had seen many unlikely Pokemon appear and win through cleverness and appeals. “Now, this is a big competition. Coming up last... oh no, it’s my rival, the super tramp, and her ultra rare Pokemon who also happens to be a shiny. What do we do?”
The Pidgeot tilted his head down and seemed unconcerned.
“Right, we pretend like we don’t know them. Besides, if it’s so ultra rare, how do we know it’s a shiny? We can still win fair and clean. Now, appeals time. Start off.”
Normally, she would be giving him orders on what to do. But it was always good to see what he would try. That way, she knew what moves he liked. Sometimes she even got a surprising strategy from her Pokemon’s practices. This time, the Pidgeot held his wings out as much as he could stretch, then brought them in quickly to form a small whirl of air.
“Good move.” On stage, there was always glitter, confetti, or something light and flashy scattered about in abundance. This would cause a small cloud of the stuff to whirl in front of him, a nice showy appeal. “Can you follow it up?”
He braced himself, then leapt in the air and spun gracefully, landing with one wing held high. Then he brought it down in front of him in a nice bow. Once it was done, he stood straight again.
“Beautiful. And, uh-oh, someone’s preparing to startle you!”
He held stock still and closed his eyes.
“Excellent. Now, startle them right back!”
He made a loud squawk, holding both wings out. Then he brought his right foot up high and stomped it down. To further the effect, he took on a look that said, ‘Don’t make me come over there, fool’.
The coordinator jumped back some, to show him that it was startling. “Ooo, scary. And it looks like the audience is really excited.”
This time, he jumped with a triple spin. He landed with his head low, wings spread out, left leg stretched back, and tail feathers held high. When he stood back straight, he had a look of, ‘It was nothing, really’.
“Oh, but now they’ve tired themselves out.”
He did his small Gust move again, but this time, he shook his tail and chirped. This showed that he was preparing a more thrilling combo next round. This would rile an audience right up when the combo went through.
She clapped her hands once. “Okay, and now we need to do something sneaky; we need to make the audience tired out so that my crazy rival’s combo fails.”
He shook his crest feathers, showing that he would enjoy this. Getting himself riled up, he twisted to the left, stretched himself as high as he could manage, and kicked one leg out. Then he twisted to the right and kicked his other leg out. Then he spun forward and went into his low bow before standing up and chirping loudly.
“Great!” It was a funny move and was really hard to follow up to, even in a combo. “Okay, last round! Show them your best.”
The Pidgeot rose up in the air and began flapping his wings furiously. A whirlwind was created around him. Quickly, his coordinator opened the sliding glass door so he could fling the created whirlwind out harmlessly. With the glitter and confetti whatnot available onstage, this was a wonderfully showy move. However, it tired him out, so they saved it for last.
“Beautiful, dear.” She went over and hugged him. “We’ll show ‘em that any Pokemon can be beautiful, even a common one.”
The Pidgeot cooed and flicked his crest feathers proudly.
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