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FERNANDO SILPH
THE WINTERTIDE OPEN
POSTED ON Jan 7, 2019 7:26:10 GMT
the prompt gives little wiggle room for experimenting. the dance of the sugar plum fairy is as straight forward as it gets. yet fernando will not yield nor compromise to the stylistic approach of the performance. again, he plans to present an expansive narrative that uses the pokemon's background as a focal point. the rest of the presentation is left up to the labors of LILLIAN GLASS , Isra Nightingale , and nanette bouvier . one's responsible for breaking the pokemon in, taming them to be obedient and poised at a moment's notice. only after they've been tempered are they given to the league appointed secretary to adopt a routine and dressed to the nine's.
with the same purpose as before, fernando graces the stage with his presence once more. the preliminary clap from several audience members comes in the good grace that they expect another outstanding performance. they're enraptured. unfortunately, he doesn't care. their attention is fickle and fernando is one to stick to his guns. how they'll receiving it is up to fate, a destiny no more certain then a roll of the dice.
"and here we are with round two! this round's theme is the dance of the sugar plum fairy and there's no other pokemon that remains mystified while holding the crown of the ice queen."
without making any move for the two pokeballs on his waist, two red beams erupt into a shower of bright light that settles into the form of two feminine silhouettes. when the light fades, what's left is a curtsying kirlia and froslass. the lights shut off and the spotlight is on them. the kirlia is colored a midnight black, the pokemon's traditional skirt covered up by the black silk tutu that makes her role as the ballerina obvious. it's the froslass that surprises the others. a matching ruffle dress blends in with the pokemon's natural kimono, more akin to burial gown with that way the veil covers the ghost pokemon's face.
the music starts, a dreary piano rendition that slows the traditional music down to a crawl. each key is tantalizing, coming down in echoes as it paints a scene that fernando interrupts with his narration. his kirlia takes to the stage, flourishing a practiced routine that doesn't seem too far off @max 's own version. "there was a recent incident in fortree. a swarm of frolass were preying on the men of a small settlement. rumor has it they were angered by a tragic, horrible even that happened years ago." it's the froslass that plays a different part. it circles fernando, hovering around him, several WILL-O-WISPS spiraling around it's body, threatening to burn him at the slightest touch.
"i went up there to put a stop to it but little did i know what i would find."
an OMINOUS WIND beings to blow, carrying a milder BLIZZARD with it. the snow is no where enough to hide the froslass but its SNOW CLOAK allows it to shift to and fro, haunting, invisible. abruptly, it reappears, cursing the kirlia with a HEX mid-dance, causing the pokemon to writhe as it arcs its back in a way that makes even persephone amavi jealous.
"a swarm of twelve of them went from house to house, freezing anyone who dared to open the door. among them was the queen, the alpha, the one who orchestrated their movements - the one who came after me and nearly drained me dry."
a translucent, purple aura overtakes the kirlia. it's pronounced, throbbing, radiating in a way that over comes the HEX. furious, the kirlia leaps forward landing on her very tippy toes. with a exaggerated thrust of her arm, the aura manifests from her mind and flashes in front of all; a CALM MIND that gives her the clarity to break free from the curse. "legends say that a woman who was lost on an icy mountain was reborn as a froslass. they come from women scorned, devoured by the cold. they come down to exact their revenge. that's almost what this froslass did."
the dance breaks into a choreographed battle. a SHADOW BALL forms and comes forth, launched right at the kirlia. "almost." before it can land, kirlia TELEPORTS out of the way with another curtsy, able to TRACE the froslass's SNOW CLOAK. the BLIZZARD thickens but the snow is far from white - it's clear, transparent, the results of putting the pokemon to a water cleansing diet for several days prior. as the music enters a slow climb for the crescendo, the pair do battle, fazing in and out of view, psychedelic.
"after a bitter, freezing battle, we put the curse to an end."
kirlia's PSYCHIC puts a stop to the BLIZZARD. a pocket coated by the blue PSYCHIC bubble keeps the pokemon safe from any more intrusive snow. multiple bursts of different neon lights materialize around the pokemon, forming into MAGICAL LEAFS, piercing the snow and painting in all colors of the rainbow. they seem to strike, the fact that they miss obscured by the sinister purple energy that radiates off the froslass's body. the music comes to and end and so does his froslass, setting itself flame in the blue WILL-O-WISPS that betray her.
"and so another year goes with the legend of fortree's sugar plum fairy."
both pokemon return to their balls, granting fernando the chance to exit the stage after his performance.
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≫ brings out ballerina kirlia and ice queen froslass ≫ spooky version of dance of the sugar plum fairy plays as the stage goes dark ≫ recounts the yuki-oona mission as his narrative ≫ enacts a stage battle of the event with a clear BLIZZARD constantly blowing ≫ they disappear and reappear repeatedly with SNOW CLOAK, driving to a climatic explosion of rainbow colors
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