Ash
He/Him/Them
26
December 2
Aspertia City, Unova
Pansexual
Picking up the pieces
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But I, I will, go on howling and hollow
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Ashley Shepard
TOUKON: TOUGH CONTEST [BC]
POSTED ON Dec 20, 2022 7:41:55 GMT
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tag notes | It is quiet to start. The outfit chosen was one that Ashley had to find from a couple stores in Lilycove. It's olden, a yukata with a shroud owf white over the black and red hues beneath, a short obi tied around a tasset, with the coloration shifting closer to the bottom, where blues would take form. His hair was starting to shift to a silver coloration at its roots, but behind it is a black ponytail attached behind, likely fake but hard to tell, and his hair is more shaggy than it had been previous.
With a clack in each step, he approaches the stage, a blue little snake adorned upon his shoulders, the wooden geta clacking upon the stage, as a little blue dragon sits around his shoulders, a Dratini watching on.
Toothless the Dratini, watching the crowd with beady black eyes. There's a little bit of makeup on him, showing a tiny little x-shaped scar on his left cheek, a bandage on the bridge of his nose, and what looks like little scars over his tail. All makeup, though not done by Ashley.
He's no makeup artist. A friend though? Absolutely.
With an parasol behind him, Ashley spins on a heel of his geta, the parasol hiding him and his Pokemon, before a toss upwards with his left arm, little Toothless flying up with it as he coils around it and slithers on the floating parasol, leading towards the top, and creating from beneath it, a THUNDER WAVE coming from the center of the parasol, like that of a surge of lightning as it surges from around the metal ribs, and down the fabrics of the parasol, flowing off the tips like little lightning bolts propogating.
Electricity requires a ground state to exit, but Toothless' control in the Thunder Wave is to be as close to the parasol fabric as possible without touching the fabric. If done well enough in its downward arc, the illusion of it touching the parasol would stand, and Ashley would not be shocked by his own Pokemon.
Upon its descent, Ashley snatches the steel rod of the parasol, spins once more, hiding him and his Dratini, and appearing once more as he was. The Dratini with him, around his shoulder, before a bow.
His left hand stings a little. Not quite, but its as bad as static electricity from shifting over a rug a few too many times. It took him twenty-seven attempts at this before he got it right, and fifteen or more tries to get it consistent. He just hopes his opener thunder clap merits some level of excitement as the first contender up. No one would dare to underestimate the little Dratini now, he hoped.
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+10! Ty Dragon-Type!
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