N had to admit that he’d been fascinated in Elesa’s shows. They were certainly spectacles to behold, and when his Pokemon grew more excited than he did, it certainly only made him want to visit the rare occasion even more. The way his Pokemon felt and expressed their emotion when around something they loved made N very happy, and this was no different.
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To her surprise, a familiar face was brought into the room. One of the ushers stood near the door, just in case the visitor had to be removed for whatever reason. It was the standard approach to whenever she had fans around, to make sure nothing bad would ever occur, and if it did, someone was right at the door to jump in.
“Oh?”
Her lips showed a hint of an amused smile at the sight of the young man standing in her dressing room. Now, this was a person she hadn’t expected to meet again. Especially not since the last time they met, she was out to stop him and his fellow team Plasma members. The two stylists shared a worried glance with each other, now realizing who this visitor was.
“It seems I have company. Would you two be so kind as to take a little break while we have a chat?” Elesa sent them away politely, though the usher stayed. “I think thirty minutes should be enough, but if we need more time, I’ll let you two know.” She called out to them as they left the dressing room, still rather confused.
The commotion caused Momo, her Emolga, to peek out from his little tent in the corner of the room. Yes, he, too, had a dressing room, albeit in the form of a little Pokémon tent. The Pokémon let out an angry chitter at N (What are YOU doing here, Bush Man? Get lost!), before flying over to sit on the vanity near his trainer, giving N the stink eye.
“So...” Elesa started, crossing a leg over the other, a few extensions still dangling from her scalp.
“Why exactly are you here? You don’t seem like the type to want an autograph.”
Momo rolled his eyes at those words. Why did his trainer care so much about things like ‘good behaviour’ and ‘not being a jerk’? He wasn’t being a jerk at all! This was just how a famous Pokémon should act, and maybe his trainer should take an example from him! Though she did say that he’d get bad publicity if he was seen being mean to others one more time...
Momo patted his cheek pouches with a determined huff, before departing from Elesa’s shoulder in the search for his playdate business meeting.
“Heeellooooo!! Where are you? It’s not nice to keep a celebrity waiting, you know?” Momo chittered as he glided through the air, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sweetheart nearby.
Now, when he wants a fun weekend, Harley likes to leave Aspertia and head on to the bigger cities. If it’s not Castelia, then it’s Nimbasa. As much as he likes his job, grading papers and planning out classes does take a toll, even if he doesn’t outwardly show it. So, to decompress and loosen himself up for a new week, he usually stays overnight in whatever city that he chooses. This time, he finds himself in Nimbasa City.
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Gosh, this city was just as exciting as she remembered it! And even when she thought it had gotten stale, they just decide to record a fancy game show here! Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised she was picked as the first contestant, seeing as she was quite the celebrity, especially around these parts, but it was still exciting to her.
One by one the game show host (who was dressed... Questionably, but appropriately enough for this kind of show) picked out more and more contestants, the last one ending up as her beloved partner on this adventure.
Elesa extended a well-manicured hand as a greeting, smiling at the other.
“It’s nice to meet you, Harley. My name is Elesa, as the fine gentleman said just now.” She gave Harley a wink, grinning ever so slightly.
“I’m sure we can! Let’s do our very best to win that prize, huh partner?”
At the mention of a partner, an Emolga popped out his head from the model’s vest she was wearing, chattering excitedly. Elesa’s eyes flew down for a second, before moving back up at Harley again.
“I wonder what’s in store for us! Should we think of a team name?”
Elesa excitedly mused, already trying to think of a pun she could slip into a fitting team name.
“Where are you from, if I may ask? Or maybe you have a favourite hobby? Or food? Or maybe Pokémon type?”
All of those were good bridges to the forming of a fitting team name, right? Momo, Elesa’s Emolga, had a different opinion, however.
The Electric-type chattered some more, this time angrily and in Harley’s direction. Elesa just chuckled, shrugging a little.
“Sorry, little guy, but technically you’re not involved in this game show yet.”
That only fueled the electric fire, and he huffed and puffed before spewing what was most likely some harsh insults in chitters in the male’s direction, before popping back into the puffy vest.
Elesa smiled apologetically at Harley, before giggling.
It had been a good while since she had stood on this floor, Elesa thought to herself as she posed on the end of the runway. She was practically blinded by the lights aimed at the stage, but the cheering of the crowd never failed to remind her there was an actual audience watching her in awe.
Mid-turn, however, she was certain she saw something; something... familiar?
Having no time to stop and confirm her suspicion, Elesa continued walking her usual stride, composure unwavering as she disappeared backstage for another clothing swap. She still had a handful of walks down the runway ahead of her, so she’d be able to try and focus on the spot she saw the mysterious, yet remarkably familiar stranger. The model watched a few girls pose, and gave them all compliments and encouraging words as they passed her to get to their own stylists for a change of clothes.
The gentle hand prodding her back told her it was time for her to go on stage again, so she did. The moment she walked out from the hectic backstage area her composure changed immediately and she took on the one that matched the one of a true supermodel. Elesa made sure to keep an eye out during her last few strides across the runway, but after the show ended she still wasn’t completely sure if what she saw had been real or just the light playing tricks on her.
That was until her manager knocked on her door to inform her she had a visitor.
Trying to not show the confusion on her face, she nodded to him.
“Let them enter, then.” She smiled, crossing her legs as she sat on the chair in front of her vanity. One of the stylists was still busy untangling the fake hair (you know how it is, gotta be over the top for fashion shows), and another was busy organizing the used clothing on a clothing rack nearby. Was her dressing room a bit over the top? Perhaps, but one is allowed to enjoy those kinds of things every once in a while, right?
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