The paper covered Billy's view of Mickey and his Gardevoir, so he slowly lowered it to peek at how Mickey was looking. Embarrassed and shocked, he tried to slip away as the two were still cleaning up.
"Billy..." Mickey slowly said, stopping him cold.
"Uhm..." Billy laughed. "Y-yea, Mickey?"
"Do 'ya see why I'm upset now?"
The paper flew around in his grasp from the winds coming in from the West, and Billy could only feel the chill as they passed over them. Mickey, having just finished with Gardevoir, balled up the raggedy washcloth and tucked it into the same pocket the paper emerged from. He sighed heavily, then sharply glared back to Billy.
"...That WASN'T a Pokemon CONTEST!" he yelled. "It was a BLOODY BEAUTY PAGEANT!!"
Billy knew that Mickey was furious now, because usually 3 things happen when he is:
- He yells.
- He never breaks eye contact
- His British accent comes out clear as day
He tried his hardest to calm him down.
"Okay," he said. "I know your upset, but what's the big deal? We still won!"
There was a big pile of different Pokemon cosmetics lying in the middle of where they'd set up camp. Now, you would think that carrying a huge crate of makeup would come off as odd when you see a young teenage boy happily tugging it along a path, but it had to have been downright embarrassing for the Pokemon that was forced to wear it.
Mickey's nostrils flared in disgust as he thought about this, then he walked over to their campsite and rummaged through his bag. After a few seconds, he pulled out a thick binder with a lot of papers neatly tucked inside. Once he'd found the sheet he wanted, Mickey smacked it in Billy's face for him to read.
Date of Capture: June 6th
Gender: ... o_o*!!
... Oh, no ...
"Do you see it now Billy?" Mickey asked, hoping for Billy's safety he knew the correct answer.
"The reason I'm so livid wit' you, is b'cause Garde is a BLOODY BOY!" he yelled. "You entered my BLOODY Pokemon into a GIRLS only 'booty pageant!"
Haha...he said 'booty'! Billy laughed to himself after hearing Mickey's angry interpretation of 'BEAUTY'.
Mickey growled and pulled out one of his Pokeballs. With a press of the button, it enlarged and he tossed it into the air.
"Go, Maestro!" he called out.
Kricketune, or Maestro as it was nicknamed, stood by Mickey's side, just as angry and fuming mad as its Trainer. Garde took HIS position aswell, both ready to strike when commanded.
Mickey affixed his glasses onto his face once more, the glare from the sun making him look even more devilish.
"Maestro," Mickey said, beginning to give an order. "Use Act I, Overture..."
The hallmark of Maestro's moveset was all thanks to a training regiment Mickey'd taught him earlier as an Kricketot. 'Act I: Overture' is a series of planned movements and songs that lulls any Pokemon (or in this case, Trainer) into moving exactly how Mickey wants his opponents to.
At the precise moment the foe is in the position desired, Mickey delivers the final blow...
Billy knew of his style of battle with Kricketune, but never even heard of some of their songs together; let alone the heart-racing fact that he'd decided to use a new composition on him.
Billy however, had a special strategy on his own. He has an special training style of working in moves as quickly as possible then leading to a grand finale to top it all off.
... But as I said, most of Mickey and Billy's mishaps are more than commonplace on days such as this,
...and for Billy, TODAY was starting off just as normal as ever. He'd even come up with a new style of battling:
Okay. Please tell me what you all think! I love constructive criticism because it helps me get better. I had plans not to too much introduce Billy and Mickey's looks to you guys just yet. (Saving that for the actual CHAPTER, but I think I did a pretty good job personality wise...)