Bestia: an ancient energy that allows Pokémon to use their powers. Lucca Aska is a plucky Brionne raised as a hero in a world devoid of Bestia, where Pokémon must use weapons and armour to survive. Destiny has chosen Lucca and five other outcasts to...
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"I don't get it. I thought I would understand, but I don't," Lucca admitted as he observed the show. The way the Oricorio moved, he knew he could dance better than them. Combined with the Cinccino's scarves and clothes flowing about the stage, and the Ninjask zipping about too, the dance routine appeared very flashy. It was as if bunch of figures were dancing through water, without any actual water. He couldn't help but feel it was wasteful.
"There's nothing to get, silly. It's just a dance. Shh," Azu hushed him and giggled.
"I am watching. I can do the moves they're doing," he bragged. He squirmed in his seat, and wound up leaning on the chair in front of him. "And these things aren't built for Pokémon without feet. This is so uncomfortable."
"That is a good point. I thought they would've accommodated for that," Azu commented. "Sorry."
"Not your fault. Just, when you said it was a dance show, I thought there would be a battle involved, but there's not a weapon in sight," Lucca said.
Azu pulled him back into his seat. "Why would a dance performance have a fight?"
"Isn't that practical? That's the only reason why I learned to dance, to apply it to combat. Weapons are pretty difficult for a Brionne to use, so I had to find a way," he explained. There was a pause, and Azu appeared almost sceptical. "I've never seen Pokémon dance for entertainment before. I-I didn't know others liked to watch, too."
"I'm starting to get a picture about where you've come from," Azu muttered. The performance finished just then, and applause started up as lights came on. "Okay, you gotta admit, that pose is cool."
"The coordination, the balance, the timing, the smoothness... they're barely twitching. These Pokémon would be real contenders in battle," Lucca remarked.
"What is with you and fighting? You didn't strike me as the violent type, you know," Azu laughed lightly.
"Force of habit. I did get to see a thing or two I could try out sometime, though," he admitted.
"Will you relax? You're not here to train or learn how to fight or whatever. Just sit back and enjoy the show. It's not even the main act yet," Azu said. She dug behind her and revealed a bowl of food. "Here! Chewy sweets. Try one!"
"Sweets?" he replied, eying it unsurely. Small, soft, pink and white squares were heaped up. He took one, sniffed it, and could only smell sugar. He wasn't sure until he took a bite, hardly expecting it to be as fluffy as it was. It was tasty enough to make him blush and reach for more, but she pulled the bowl away from him.
"Aww. What are they? I could eat a whole bowl of them!" he remarked and licked his lips.
"They're called marshmallows. Something told me you'd never tried one before," she giggled as she held one out to him. He followed it with his nose like a magnet, so she played with him a bit. She held it up and he stood on his tail, and when she held it low, he flopped to the floor. "I cannot believe you sometimes."
