[At some point after his category had wrapped up, it's probably fairly easy to spot Bertolt - between being over six feet tall, he's flanked by his shiny Aggron and the very same Tyrantrum that had been in the spotlight. Thankfully this time around it was easier to keep the attention focused on Galli for so many reasons, so he's not as... well.
He's more relaxed this year than he was last time.
Of course sometimes he catches a glimpse of a familiar face (and her Staryu) on some of the decor, and Bertolt's expression falters before he's nudged along by his Tyrantrum's snout with a gentle snort. Once Galli has his trainer a good distance from the vendors, he crouches low to the ground and plops his head down onto the dirt and opens his jaws as wide as he possibly can. Here, a distraction!]
Galliard, what--
[Ah. There's still some bits of metal stuck in his back teeth. Okay, he can handle that!
...Let's just hope nobody will be alarmed by someone climbing into a mouth full of teeth.]
H-Hang on, I've got it.
[B. Games!]
[You know what's a darn shame?
There's all these nice little carnival games scattered through the contest grounds, yet Bertolt has parked himself at one set up like a little shooting gallery - complete with Remoraid-shaped 'guns' and moving pokeball-shaped targets. From the looks of it (and the small crowd of kids gawking at his sides and from on top of his poor exasperated Aggron), he's been here for awhile and he's racked up quite a score. What could he possibly be going for?
It's a mystery.
Whatever it is, it's clear that while contests may not be his strong point, marksmanship is something he excels at.]
[C. Egg booth!]
We'll find good homes for these guys, I promise.
[After speaking with a few of the coordinators and getting permission to organize it, one can find a small booth that's being run by Bertolt. Unlike the other booths, this one doesn't feature any games or food, but Pokemon eggs.
They're all neatly arranged and sorted in nice baskets lined with soft blankets, and on the 'desk' of the booth is a list of eggs along with a little bowl of roasted pecans. His Tyrantrum sits curled up behind the booth and acts as a 'wall' for the entire set-up and perched on Bertolt's shoulders is a Salandit currently, well. Roasting pecans for the bowl.
And stealing some herself to munch on.]
[Wildcard!]
[Feel free to hit me up with anything else! I'm open to all scenarios!]
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[At some point after his category had wrapped up, it's probably fairly easy to spot Bertolt - between being over six feet tall, he's flanked by his shiny Aggron and the very same Tyrantrum that had been in the spotlight. Thankfully this time around it was easier to keep the attention focused on Galli for so many reasons, so he's not as... well.
He's more relaxed this year than he was last time.
Of course sometimes he catches a glimpse of a familiar face (and her Staryu) on some of the decor, and Bertolt's expression falters before he's nudged along by his Tyrantrum's snout with a gentle snort. Once Galli has his trainer a good distance from the vendors, he crouches low to the ground and plops his head down onto the dirt and opens his jaws as wide as he possibly can. Here, a distraction!]
Galliard, what--
[Ah. There's still some bits of metal stuck in his back teeth. Okay, he can handle that!
...Let's just hope nobody will be alarmed by someone climbing into a mouth full of teeth.]
H-Hang on, I've got it.
[B. Games!]
[You know what's a darn shame?
There's all these nice little carnival games scattered through the contest grounds, yet Bertolt has parked himself at one set up like a little shooting gallery - complete with Remoraid-shaped 'guns' and moving pokeball-shaped targets. From the looks of it (and the small crowd of kids gawking at his sides and from on top of his poor exasperated Aggron), he's been here for awhile and he's racked up quite a score. What could he possibly be going for?
It's a mystery.
Whatever it is, it's clear that while contests may not be his strong point, marksmanship is something he excels at.]
[C. Egg booth!]
We'll find good homes for these guys, I promise.
[After speaking with a few of the coordinators and getting permission to organize it, one can find a small booth that's being run by Bertolt. Unlike the other booths, this one doesn't feature any games or food, but Pokemon eggs.
They're all neatly arranged and sorted in nice baskets lined with soft blankets, and on the 'desk' of the booth is a list of eggs along with a little bowl of roasted pecans. His Tyrantrum sits curled up behind the booth and acts as a 'wall' for the entire set-up and perched on Bertolt's shoulders is a Salandit currently, well. Roasting pecans for the bowl.
And stealing some herself to munch on.]
[Wildcard!]
[Feel free to hit me up with anything else! I'm open to all scenarios!]