Wild Charge Arion

At that moment, Effie noticed the scorched seams of her beautiful new coat and had to refrain from shrieking. “Why—! This is a PURRSACE COAT! You’ve ruined it! Arceus’ nine balls, where the hell am I going to get another one of these!?” Practically trembling with rage, Effie stood up straight, staring her adversary right in the eye. Whoever this simpleton was, he was going to pay for this disrespect! She wasn’t even upset with the Litleo; Pokemon, in Effie’s opinion, were just tools anyway. You couldn’t blame a hammer for bruising up your thumb, right? It was no different.

Arion stood frozen in place while Effie rambled about her priceless coat until she started to put a price on it.  "Wait wait wait, how much does this thing even cost.  I'm sure I don't have hardly enough to pay you back for it," he stammered, putting his hands up in defense.  "I don't run around with my entire bank account in my pocket.... nor do I think I'd have enough in that account anyway..."  The boy trailed off, his brain already giving him the mayday alert based on what he imagined the cost to be.  

Even though they weren’t competing, Gideon made sure to dress his precious little princess up for the occasion. “You may not be in the competition today, but I know you’re cuter than all of the cute contestants put together.” When he reached the event, a very friendly woman with too much makeup gave him the rundown of what he was to do. The psychic elite ignored her for the most part, but started to pay attention when she got to the point about WHAT he’d be judging. “Wait wait wait…the COOL pageant? I’m not a COOL Pageant person! I’m strictly Cute! UGh….very well…I suppose I have little choice now.” 

"Wonderful! Which competition would you like to enter?  We have Cool, Cute, Smart, Tough and Beauty," the lady said, taking a pen from behind her ear.  

"Well... none of my poke'mon are necessarily tough or beautiful... let's go with Cool," Arion decided.

"Perfect!  Cool it is.  Now which of your poke'mon will you be entering today?"

"I'd like to enter my Sawsbuck."

"Sounds good!  I'll just have you meet with the other contestants right through the door down the hall with green banners around the edge.  I'll have the list of entries given to the judges so that they can introduce you to the stage.  If you have any questions at all, just ask any of the other entrants!  I know a few of them are seniors at this competition."

Arion thanked the lady and made his way into the waiting room where several of the trainers were grooming their poke'mon or giving them accessories for the show.  The boy asked around how the performances went and got the same breakdown: primary judging based on sheer appearance of the poke'mon and then the secondary judging where the poke'mon must make their appeal through the moves they show.  

"Pleasure meetin ya Arion!" He slapped the boy hard on the back and laughed loudly. "I get ya there. My little darlings are great, but there’s nothin like talking with a human." He pulled his bedroll from his bike and rolled it out next to the fire. Tucked inside was a pillow and a small collection of canned meats, soups, and beans. "Dinner is on me my friend!"

Houndoom barked once to declare that this large fluffy dog brother was acceptable sat up proud, tall, and unmoving (though his thin tail thumped against the ground, sending up small puffs of dust. When Eevee caught sight of the Shinx, she squeaked loudly and began to run circles around it, nipping playfully at the small lion and wagging her tail excitedly.

Beck, pleased that he had a new playmate, started to run around with Dallas' Eevee while Arion's other poke'mon showed interest in meeting the man's Houndoom.  Arion's Arcanine settled down next to his trainer and looked back at the Houndoom as if to offer a seat next to him by the fire.  

"I can’t believe this…" The young trainer sank to the ground, mumbling to himself as his opponent walked over, her stilettos gently clicking on the ground. Even her shadow felt ice cold as her sharp eyes bore down on him. That was Effie’s way; utterly humiliating her prey after playing with it a little. She had a feline-like way of dealing with the trainers who stepped up to challenge her. It was fun to bat them around a bit before sinking the claws in and not letting go until they shrieked for mercy. All metaphorically, of course. 

"Hardly even a warm-up. Pretty disgraceful, really. Oh well, what’s to be expected of a simpleton like you?" As she spoke, the girl’s plump pink pout curved into a sinister smile. The way his shoulders sank and trembled made her giddy. She didn’t even really want the prize money he was fishing out of his backpack- she just wanted to stick around a bit and berate him some more. "Don’t bother- that battle wasn’t even worth the pennies in your pocket." Not that she was strapped for cash anyway. Dressed to the nines in Purrsace and Vivillon Wang was her way; who cares if it was from Daddy’s money? That puffy idiot didn’t make her the strongest trainer in her hometown, or the famed up-and-comer sweeping the region. That was all her hard-work. Well, that and a big-brother complex that couldn’t be matched. 

"Good, huh?  Thank goodness my mom shoved some in my backpack before we headed out.  I never remember to pick up snacks when we pop into new towns.  Gotta make sure you and your friends get looked at first," he smiled, petting the Litleo's cheek and avoiding the cub's fiery floof of bangs.  

Petting while walking was probably not the best idea because not long after looking down to his Poke'mon, Arion ran into another trainer along the trail, taking a stiletto heel to the foot.  The trainer yelled out in shock, startling the poor lion in his jacket.  Ellcrys roared a stream of fire at the "assailant" as they all fell and Arion quickly scrambled away from the girl.  

— Great, this way you have a bit of time to get ready. - Kaleigh also needed to pick up some potions and more resources before departing. Maybe call a friend or two, a hotel or some place to spend the night in Naos Town.

Beck jumped back when the Lairon huffed at him, static jumping across his fur due to his surprise.  The little cub tilted his head at the Lairon. realizing that it wasn't there to harm him.  He let out a playful roar, dropping his torso to the ground and wiggled his butt in excitement.

Taking a look at the hour displayed in her pokegear, she frowned concerned. — If you want to arrive Naos Town we should depart soon. And don’t mention it. - smiles, scratching her lairon's head. — The walk from Vega Port to Naos don't take that long, and I can't let a trainer go alone when is already getting dark.

"Meet up at the poke'center?  Sure!  I need to stock up on some supplies at the poke'mart before we head out anyway so that'll be perfect," he said, grinning as his little Shinx approached Kaleigh's Lairon.  

"Oh jeez!  Are you alright?!" he said, quickly forgetting his outburst when the man introduced himself.  "Nice to meet ya, Dallas.  I'm Arion!" the boy announced, shaking the man's hand.  "By all means, please join me!  It's a little lonely sometimes, even with all my poke'mon."

The boy's Arcanine was pleased when Dallas' Houndoom appeared out of it's poke'ball.  The large dog sniffed at the smaller, horned one, wagging his poofy tail back and forth with acceptance.  

When the man's Eevee appeared, Arion's Shinx quickly approached it, inspecting the fluffy fox before tilting it's head with a smile.

— I would suggest you to stay here a couple of days more. - advices Arion changing her weight from one feet to the other, resting a hand in her hips. — I’m sure you have heard already, but there are thieves in the outskirts of the town. - quietly, Kaleigh massages her shoulders looking around them. With all those sudden news of the Team Rocket running around, she couldn’t let her guard down.

It was getting late, and if Arion’s plan was to travel to Naos Town at that hour… He was either insane or extremely confident with his trainer abilities.

The boy frowned, petting Rannoch's nose.  "What have you heard about the thieves?  I'm not from a busy city or anything so I'm not used to hearing about people attacking others for their things or even their poke'mon.  I guess this is what my mom always worried about," he laughed lightly.

Relax, chill, breath.  Take a spa day, ya wound up goblin.

If you speak to me in such a way again boy I will personally see to it that you never make it to the league.