Stage Magic || Open
Brightly colored juggling clubs flashed in the air, seeming to barely touch the nimble fingers that propelled them. To look at the face of the man who they belonged to, it would seem that keeping the whirling clubs in order was as easy as breathing, all according to his whims. This was only half true. Years of training had brought an ease and a muscle memory to the rhythm required, yet if he lost focus for but a second the clubs would slip. Chance allowed a sly smirk to cross his lips, half of his spectators were probably hoping for that case, perhaps even a little disappointed he wasn’t juggling something a little more dangerous. Well, they’d certainly be in for a surprise in a moment then.
A swift nod was the signal he gave to the small troupe of Cleffa who stood in front of him. Two of them squeaked affirmation, moving to twirl and dance whimsically in front of him, merely a sideshow for his final trick. The third gave a soft cry and leapt in the air, timing its jump to slip seamlessly into the gap he had made in his juggling pattern for it. The audience applauded politely, but were ultimately unimpressed, he’d already tossed the small star pokemon earlier in the performance. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Chance cried, his voice clear and projecting to reach the ends of the crowd, “I present to you, Calliope!” as he called the pokemons name, it reached the arc of its toss and in a small poof of smoke, transformed. The crowd gasped as the now seemingly heavy steel aron crashed down into the jugglers waiting hand and was tossed again, where at its peak once again transformed into something else, the cycle repeating, each form the pokemon took seemingly more challenging to catch than the last to the crowds immediate delight. With a final squeak, the pokemon gave one more transformation, reverting to its true vulpine form and alighting upon its masters head as he neatly caught up the juggling clubs to sweep into a carefully balanced bow. With a final flourish, the zorua leapt of his head, transforming again into a lotad, whose domed head hid a collection plate for the impressed crowd.
There was a few moments of scuffling, as the gathered people dissipated, some of them taking the time to leave a donation for the beaming performer. Chance smiled at any who approached, bright and cheery until they had finally left him for other amusements. He dropped down to sit on the sidewalk with his pokemon, counting the collection that calliope had gathered in his bowl. “We made good on this one!” he said excitedly, ruffling the Zorua’s head as he shifted back to his natural form “we might actually be able to buy something nice with this.” He scooped the remaining two excited fairy pokemon into his arms fondly, “you guys are due for some spoiling, right?” The squeaked in agreement as Chance leaned back, resting his back on the railing behind him, his eyes resting on the enourmous ferris wheel in the distance. “If things keep up it might make the return trip to Nimbasa city worth it.”