May the Games Begin... [Eira, Marcus, Z, Zandrophin][CLOSED]

"How do you seem to understand what Axew is saying?" Eira asked him curiously, looking between the two before looking down at her own partner. No matter how much she tried, she had never been able to talk to her partner or any other Pokemon. She wondered if maybe their bond wasn't as strong as she thought it was. "Oh, um, we have a few things we may try that might impress the judges."

"Hm...You don't seem to sure about your skills. Look at where we are. No offense, z, but Eira, look at your competition. presentation is everything and you've got a cute axew with a trainer in a very very old beat up cloak and a slakoth with a messy, lazy trainer. And here you are in that dress with a Pokemon most people here haven't seen in forever, ice types don't usually venture this far south. You should be more sure of yourself, if not that, then be sure of your Pokemon. Just look at your Spheal; does he look like he's unsure about his skills?

Z began going through more routines in his head and began discussing it with Axew in hushed tones.
"so I throw an orange."
"Ax,"
"okay, good plan, then you..."
Axew nodded.

Z continued to plan in the corner with axew.  there was the occasional argument and axew bit Z on occasion, but they kept going through scenarios together and trying to come up with ideas for the appeal part of the contest.  They didn't pay much attention to the the others and kept bouncing ideas off of each other.
"Axew Axew."
"that's a good one," said Z, "what about..."
Axew bit him.
"Ok not that one."

Marcus rested his head down on the familiar patch of fur yet again. He looked at Eira staring at her Spheal.

"She really should be more confident. She could actually beat us. You hear that buddy?" Sofa rustled, grunting questioningly. "I said she could actually beat us. If we both gave it 100% and so did she and her little Spheal, she could still beat us. Strange how she's not confident about it though, huh?"

Sofa grumbled unapprovingly at this conversation and went back to sleep.

A smile grew across Marcus' face. That's what I thought.

Eira looked at her competitors for a moment before she decided that she needed to practice. She set Spheal down in the corner of the room and paced in front of the small, round Pokemon. There had to be something she could do to help herself out with this competition. Many different scenarios popped into her head of all of the different moves she could use to show off her Spheal before one caught her attention. She turned to her partner with a smile. "Alright Spheal, I know what we are going to do, but to do so we need to charge up Ice Ball to its max."

Spheal gave a cry of its name before it began to use Ice Ball, shooting a tiny ball of ice across the room.