Arissa stood backstage with her pokemon, waiting their turn. She was getting to be a seasoned Coordinator now, since this was her fifth contest, though it would be her youngest pokemon’s first performance. She glanced over at the two pokemon, fluffy Kumirou and motherly Kishin, who apparently giving her son a pep talk. The Archeops had been in two contests herself, and always encouraged her children in their attempts. And the pokemon were always more relaxed than Arissa, who could never banish a case of nerves. Arissa suspected Kishin’s support helped her pokemon feel at ease.
Once their name was called, Arissa turned to her pokemon. “It’s our turn now. Let’s do our best,” she told Kumirou. He chirped cheerfully at her and let his mother preen him one last time before Arissa recalled him. Then she headed onstage to the sound of Kishin’s encouraging chirps.
Arissa stepped out onto the stage, but only walked out far enough for all the audience to see her. Then she drew back her arm and tossed her pokeball high into the air. At its highest point it popped open, but instead of a pokemon, a thick cloud of Mist burst out. The cloud hung there in the center of the arena, long enough for people to wonder if something was going to happen. Then Kumirou poked his head up from the center of it and chirped a greeting at the audience. With a flap of his wings he flew up, though the cloud clung to his wings for a bit and made them look even fluffier. As he ascended, he began to hum soothingly, while the cloud drifted down towards the ground, expanding rapidly.
The Altaria circled around the arena, spiraling upward while the pitch of his song escalated. He began to glow as he ascended, faintly enough that at first it seemed to me no more than mist glimmering on his wings, though it grew brighter as he climbed upward. When he was near the ceiling at the center of the arena, he hovered in place long enough to flared his wings while singing a bright trill. He flashed brilliantly and several bright lights in different colors shoot out from him. They flowed outward along the ceiling and down the walls, covering them in shimmering multicolored curtains of light.
Kumirou drifted downward, gliding around the arena with occasional gentle flaps of his wings to keep himself airborne. He began to sing sweetly, and the colors of the Wonder Room all shifted to shades of deep blue and purple. The Disarming Voice leant his song an ethereal quality, like whale song, and its pitch and volume ebbed and flowed with the gently shifting lights.
Small pinpricks of light winked into view on Kumirou’s wings and tail, where they glittered momentarily before he flicked them away in time with small crescendos of his song. When the tiny sparks hit the walls and ceiling, they blossom into bright stars, the scattered Swift twinkling gently against the dark backdrop. The floor of the arena was now completely covered with gently rolling carpet of mist, making the audience appear to be floating in the night sky above the clouds.
As he neared the floor, Kumirou looked up and trilled again. In response, ribbons of green and red light blazed into life in the center of the arena. The lights extended and shifted in time with the continuing music, looking much like an aurora, down to the faint crackling sound as they danced through the air.
Kumirou was hovering just above the center of the floor now, and his fanning wings begin to blow away the clouds. He held one long, final note, and as it faded away, so do the lights and clouds, until they all disappeared.
He landed gently on the floor and bowed to the audience with a sweep of his wings. Then he hopped into the air to fly back to Arissa, who was waiting by the stage entrance. She bowed as well, and both exited to the sound of the audience’s applause.
