Chicken TV Dinner [drabble]
Tamiko smirked as her Masquerain became airborne, eyeing her opponent and their Pokemon. Did either of them know what it was? Nope –it must have been Sinnoh-native– but it didn’t seem to have a type advantage, so Tamiko-chan’s plan was already off to a great start. She turned her attention towards the referee, already eager to begin, and nodded when asked if her and her foe were ready.
The referee cleared his throat: “3... 2... 1... BEGIN!”
“Phoebe, start off with a Sweet Scent and then a Gust!”
Wasting no time, the bug Pokemon flicked its wings back and expelled a sugary pink cloud into the air in front of it, quickly following up with a wave of wind that carried it over to the enemy ‘Mon. The puff streaked across the stage, and Tamiko narrowed her eyes, watching the boy across from her fret at her quick start.
“Shellos, dodge it!” the other contestant commanded, but the poor thing mustn't have had any agility stats because it had hardly detached the front of its body from the floor before it was knocked back a good foot of distance. The sticky vapour slung to its slimy skin, lowering its evasion even further; distantly, Tamiko heard a judge complimenting her two-in-one technique, but she tuned them out – it was a simple idea, really. She shouted out her next attack: “Now hit it with a Bubblebeam before it gets up!”
Masquerain nodded, shooting forward to pepper the pink Shellos with a stream of blue balls, deftly dodging when it tried to tried to land a Mud Slap. Tamiko frowned; that could be a problem.
“Pull back!” the coordinator commanded, watching her opponent carefully as Phoebe soared up and over in a loop formation to return to the safe side of the field. The boy was a bit older than her, but it was obvious that he’d never been in a contest until now, judging by how uncoordinated he was.
‘Way to make it look like I’m getting an easy win, geez. The least you could do is at least give me an opportunity to show how good I am.’
“Shellos, Mud Slap again!”
Masquerain skilfully darted sideways, and Tamiko stepped back to avoid the splash back when the wet dirt collided with the floor. Her nose crinkled in distaste.
‘That is the ugliest attack have ever seen,’ she thought, ‘And it doesn’t seem to know much else. Weakkk.’
“Let’s finish this off Phoebe!” she called “Hit it with another beautiful Gust!”
Even as Tamiko-chan waved cheerfully to the audience after her first round win, she couldn’t help but fume on the inside.
‘What kind of noob brings a Pokemon that low-levelled to a contest match and make it into the first bracket?! I came to Sinnoh for a challenge but apparently there isn’t one to be found.’ She sighed internally. ‘Maybe this is karma for stealing the Sweet Scent/Gust combo off that guy from Hoenn TV. My bad~.’ The blonde skipped off stage, swinging her arms idly. ‘A win’s a win, I guess, so now I can brag to the Lucky girl.’
