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-The Idea-
September of 2040. Afternoon. Konikoni City, Alola.
"So that's when I come descending from the ceiling on Charizard's back," Briar explained, running his pen in rapid motions along his sketchbook before looking at Allie with a confident smile. "Got it?"
Allie stared down at the drawing in front of her with blank eyes. It was a rough sketch of his idea for their tag-team appeal for a special exhibition contest they were entering together. She had decided to give Briar the luxury of holding the reins on their appeal, and he had really taken it to the next level.
Briar had insisted that they both dress up in his signature superhero costumes–something that was quite a ways off from Allie's usual cutesy idol look. In fact, the entire appeal was a bit outside of Allie's comfort zone with lots of explosions and hard-hitting moves. Per the norm, Briar had obviously taken heavy influence from his manga and comic books.
But even aside from all of that, the whole thing seemed to be less of a contest appeal and more like something out of a Pokemon Showcase. The amount of trainer involvement he wanted wasn't typical of appeals, and she wasn't sure how the judges would feel about that. Seemed like a risky move.
"This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had," Allie admitted, and Briar frowned. She then closed her eyes and smiled. "Of course I'm in."
Briar's face lit up and he jumped to his feet. "What? Really?"
"I said of course, didn't I?" Allie repeated, giving him a light tap on the nose. "I'm not sure how the judges are going to like it, but it sounds like fun. Different, but fun."
Briar gave her a lopsided grin. "That's the point." He placed his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest confidently. "And don't worry about the judges, we're gonna blow them out of the water."
"Yeah, yeah," Allie drawled, giving Briar a gentle push forward. "Then let's stop our talking and get to practicing, Mr. Pallet Jade."
"Roger that!"
...And so it continues!