sporting an even more modest swimsuit than his brother FERNANDO SILPH, matias wears a full-body swimsuit that covers most of his skin.[break][break]

not that he particularly minds being exposed, but the markings and RED SHARDS will continue to remain a secret to others outside the upper echelons of the league.[break][break]

thankfully, luka chêne's managed to get him a swimsuit that matches virizion's colors and design, so it's only natural for the sword of justice to be his partner pokemon of choice for this contest.[break][break]

a trail of MAGICAL LEAVES follow after matias as he makes his way down the runway. when he reaches the others, he plucks one and lets it gently float over to the crowd.

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After waiting for his turn, Derek steps out and begins pacing down the lane, his outfit consisting of many faculties that are easily shed as he moves along.

A brief stop to lower his glasses and look for someone tall enough to do so, Derek relieves himself of the floaty by ring-tossing it around the spectator—a small prize for their charity towards Hoenn's marine life.

Moving to the other side, the large beach ball resembling a melon is given to the Sobble, who picks someone from the crowd and serves it volleyball style towards them.

At the end of the runway is where Derek undoes his top, slinging it over his shoulder and posturing himself before turning to give the crowd a view from the back. Taking another look at the crowd from lowered glasses, the Sobble takes out his own and gives the crowd the same look before they leave the stage.

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ROUND #1 SWIMSUIT CONTEST

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[attr="class","illeana i"]she hits the runway with sure steps. the confidence is feigned, a mask slipped on to get through the spotlight.

a discolored automaton matches her strides with heavy, clay feet. it keeps pace, strutting alongside its trainer as she makes her way down to the end.

and the swimsuit, scarlet as could be... it stands out against pale hair and porcelain skin. the hip frills flutter as she moves, tickling the tops of banded thighs. it's less exposure than is standard for the head scientist but when her body turns, the reason is etched into skin.

the jagged scar from the back of the shoulder to the end of the lower back ripples in the sunlight. it stands out like a sore thumb, pale scar tissue exaggerated by blood red.

she flashes a smile when she reaches the end. the golurk at her side shifts, lowering a hand behind her. a makeshift seat of clay lifts her up and with one leg crossing over the other, she sweeps both arms out in a flourish.

when her feet return to the ground, she's flushed with mild embarrassment and is quick to shuffle off the runway to allow the next person to go.

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greyson wore nothing special. shirtless, for an event like this, was standard, even if he felt weird doing it. but he looks down at his comfey patterned trunks and can't help but smile.
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he had to admit, he liked the vibe.
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taking the stage he and his shiny swellow, tidbit, make their march down the center.
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she flies circles around him, dazzling the crowd with the shimmer of her orange cream and emerald feathers. when they get to the enter greyson simply leans his head back and throws his arms out as swellow uses DOUBLE TEAM, each clone spinning in the air as if they were spinning, glittering emeralds.

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