Along the eastward coast of the beach, the water here has become more rapid and the waves have picked up. Far back against where the sand meets the trees, a panel has been set up where three judges have taken their seats and a crowd has gathered.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Annual Summer Festival Surfing Competition!" The announcer spoke through the megaphone, signalling the audience to make a large, rowdy applause. "The rules are simple! Impress the judges with your surfing abilities and you will be awarded the HM Surf!
Impress the judges by surfing and you can be rewarded with the HM Surf. One chance per character.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Annual Summer Festival Surfing Competition!"
Surfing? Dallas' lazy bedroom eyes peered up at the banner advertising the competition, then fluttered to the rolling, crashing waves, the hordes of people piling onto the sand, pointing, cheering, clapping- and then the people actually in the water, balancing on thin wooden boards that themselves balanced on rolling waves, until, for most, they buckled and went crashing into the water. He locked onto one man in particular, who seemed decently skilled with the board, and then suddenly- wham! Down he went into the churning water. The crowd groaned, Dallas winced.
"Is that supposed to be fun?" Dallas asked, glancing down at his Eevee partner, Nolan. "Why would humans do that?"
Shaking his head, Dal continued on, moving to continue down the boardwalk, and yet- he looked back again and again at the people pulling their stupid stunts on the water. The cheering crowd, and his comment became less and less true in his mind. What was fun about it? Everything. In fact, in the action, it reminded him a bit of his childhood, on those wild Rapidash.
"Dallas? Are you coming?" Nolan was already a little ways away, ready to keep going. Dallas nodded, and moved to follow his pokemon, when the announcer again spoke.
"Impress the judges, and you win the HM Surf! Oh the irony!"
This got the gears rolling. Dallas may not have had a water type pokemon, but HM Surf was something valuable to have, and one day he would have a water type. He hesitated again, wondering how on earth he could pull it off successfully, and then finally heaved a sigh, motioned to Nolan to return to his side.
"Hey bud, how'd you like to be a Vaporeon for a day?
Few questions were asked, no answers were given. Dallas rented a surfboard, and with Nolan uneasily balanced on his shoulder, the pair approached the coast, the waves unloading people and their surfboards on the wet sand with dull thuds, leaving them ashamed and coughing up salt water. Dallas sighed shakily and smiled at his wary partner. He waded into the cool water, avoiding people, and following suit of what he saw, laid himself across the board, Nolan standing awkwardly on his back, and began to guide himself off into the water, past the waves. Once he was out in a calm area, he sat, waiting, and shuddered a little nervously.
"Alright, bud, this will be... an experience. Like breakin' a horse."
That didn't seem to soothe eevee at all, and they sat like waiting ducks in the water until a wave began to rush towards them building up and taking it with them. Dallas took the moment, getting up onto the board and shakily getting to his feet, arms out for balance. Nolan hopped down and clung to the wooden board, looking like he wanted to jump off and flee as his owner began his hap hazard ride on the wave, beginning to rise and curl into a tunnel that the awkward pair were trapped in. Once balance was gained, however, it became less awkward, and excitement grew in Dallas, who began to hoot and holler in joy, even Nolan rose up, beginning to wag his tail as he caught the breeze, and they rushed out of the tunnel, back out into the open in a calm area, where the waves were smaller. Their ride was over, but the euphoria was high. Nolan looked like an excited drowned rat, bouncing on the board, his movement shaking it and sending Dallas, finally wiping out into the water. When he resurfaced, he splashed water at his eevee, snorting water, which Nolan returned fire- until a medium sized rolling wave sent them plunging under in a wipeout, and washed them up, laughing hysterically, on the damp sand soaked but thrilled.
The judges that were moderating the competition took a half-hearted interest in Dallas' endeavors to impress them. Sure, the competition wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but there was only so many times that you could watch someone fail before losing all interest entirely. Instead of disappointing them outright, however, the beefy taurus morph managed to stay upright long enough to catch a brief interval of surfing time before being wiped out. This produced a brief litany of ooohing and aahing pleasantly before one judge arose from his seat behind the judge panel and approached the beached duo, something clenched in his hand. "Here, kid," he said upon reaching them and tossed the instrument to the 'morph. "You get points for trying, and since you did your best, you win the prize. Congrats."
Rowan slowly made his way to the beach. He had been surfing a few times, having lived on the edge of Lavender Town and near the ocean. He wasn't a expert by any means, but he understood the basics well enough to be able to catch at least a small wave. He only hoped that there wasn't only one prize being awarded as he probably would not be winning first place...
He could hear the surf hitting the shore and smell the salt in the air as he came even closer, the scents reminding him of home and what lay far beyond the sea and even other lands. He heard the announcement of someone being declared a winner already and almost turned back, but then thought that maybe he had had a chance at winning a smaller prize. He still wasn't even sure what he would have been competing for...
After he confirmed from a bystander that the contest was still ongoing, he grabbed a board and made for the waves. He looked down to the pokeball that graced his belt and shook his head. As much as he would like to have Abraxas out there with him, his bouncing would just not be good for either of them. If he bounced, they would wipe out, and if he didn't, his heart would slow.
He stood for a moment, felling the surf wash over his feet and against his legs. He had missed the ocean, watching the Krabby on the rocks in the bay, the baby Horsea resting in the cove. He looked up, this ocean didn't look so different from his own...
The water enveloped him as he duck-dived under an incoming wave, it was far too small to ride, but large enough to push him back if he wasn't careful. He surfaced and straddled his board, listening the ebb and flow around him, causing himself to keep moving forward slowly, propelled by the power of his mind. It wasn't enough to be noticeable, not yet at least, as at the moment it would only appear as if the tide was doing his job for him...
It was the loud sound of rushing water that caused him to open his eyes and seen the approaching wave. Easily reaching eight feet tall, give or take a foot. Grinning, he knew this was the one and turned around and began paddling toward the shore, the wave coming from underneath him and raising his board.
Carefully and slowly, he rose on the surfboard, pushing up and balancing like old times. He almost fell, but recovered before it was too late and leaned to the left, getting used to controlling it once more. After a moment or two, he tried cutting across, the roaring water curling beneath him. He managed to pull it of and darts up to the crest, the white-water of the top splashing onto the top of his board and feet.
For a moment he stood there watching the shoreline and the judges table, and then he began. He held his palms to the sky, his eyes beginning to glow a bright blue as his mind took over, causing tendrils of dancing sea water to rise up and writhe around him. He wasn't using the powers to stay on his board, but it was taking so much effort to stay on that he couldn't do any tricks! He had to 'spice it up' somehow, and a psychically powered water-works display while he rode the rapidly approaching wave.
He laughed as the water swirled around him in different patterns and rose above his head, meeting to form a sort of swirling star of crystalline waters. As he neared the shore, the wave began to die down and he cut back and forth before going in for the finish, shooting straight up, causing the water star to explode outward in a cascading display of sparkling drops as he sank down into the waves...
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The psychic water display seemed to have caught the judge's attention. The surfing was mediocre, but the dazzle, the style - that's what kept their eyes focused on the surfer. As the water-crafted star burst into droplets, they let out sounds of astonishment before applauding the surfer, and they quickly frisbeed a disc in his direction.