Neon Lights & Neon Dreams

Flames sputter with the huff of a dragon that is only such a thing by right, and watching him, Domino laughs. She's positive that Balerion must be going on about how he's so mighty and fierce and how dancing is beneath a being as fearsome as him, but given that she's not the type to enable PokéSpeech, to her ears his whole speech boils down to hissing and growling.

"I know, I know." She says, nodding despite not having actually listened to a single of the Charizard's complaints. She knows what her Pokémon is like, she had expected resistance, and so she had also prepared the right words to get him on board with her plan. There's a glance, a raised brow, a smirk, a hand at her hip, and a simple counter: "But it's just dancing, Bal. You really gonna tell me a dragon as cool and awesome as you is scared of looking silly? Pfft. No way."

Balerion squints, Domino looks at him expectantly, and then, finally, he sighs, stepping forward to stand by her side. She smiles.

"Alright, you two, watch closely." The Type: Null perks up when she address him, attempting to shake off the Mew that now clings to his helmet. He manages to toss Bart towards the end of the stage, but being equal parts playful and stubborn, the Mew returns as if nothing had happened. "Bartie, we'll play in a sec. Now, Balerion, give me a swords dance like we practiced."

She had chosen swords dance because of the sword images that the Pokémon can make appear. Which, as she had learned, can also appear flat against the ground around them with enough practice, being reminiscent of certain arrows she's all too familiar with.

"Listen to the music and step on them as they appear, like this."

The sound of a synthesizer brings a slight smile to Domino's lips, and looking to the floor around her Pokémon, she takes a step, following both the beat and the pattern the blades form when appearing onto the stage:

⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️

Honestly, by her side, Balerion doesn't follow nearly as smoothly, perhaps due to his oh so very short Charizard legs. But, he seems to get where she's going with this, as made evident by the way the last sword is actually touched by a wide swipe of his tail.

"Ha. Yeah, just like that. You're getting it!"

The music continues, but Domino does not, instead stepping towards the Type: Null and leaving the other two Pokémon puzzled. She smirks even as she kneels on the stage's floorboards, now at eye-level with that dark gaze that fixes on her from within the confines of a limiter helmet. Ah, that might be the problem. It looks like such an uncomfortable thing, and if its purpose is true to her knowledge of it, then it surely must be.

"Don't you think it looks fun, B.K.?" All of this would be easier if she enabled PokéSpeech, she knows as much, but perhaps because of a belief that no words are needed or because it would feel like a betrayal of past experiences, Domino simply stares into her Pokémon's eyes, reaching for the bulky helmet and gently caressing its side.

A low rumbling sound escapes the confines of the helmet then; almost akin to a grumble. Yet, B.K. closes his eyes, and Domino knows that that's not what it means at all.

"In a way, you're a lot like Bart, you know? Mew is supposed to be the common ancestor to all Pokémon, and Type: Null was originally created using all Pokémon types." That's their story in Pokémon's canon lore, at least. She really needs to learn more about how Type: Null appeared in UNOVR. Still, she gives B.K. a slight smile, aware of how light in a dozen colours shifts all around them. "I think that gives you the potential to do anything you want, don't you?"

B.K. stares at her and she stares back.

For a moment, nothing else happens. Had he understood her words? Does he just not want to take part in this? Does he not think it'd be fun? It's not like Domino would force him to do it, even if she definitely can, because that's not like this is about.

Her worries prove meaningless, though.

The Beast Killer stands on his hind legs all of a sudden, and with what sounds like a muffled roar, a SWORDS DANCE is called forth. Domino smiles then, this time a smile that is bright and joyful.

"That's what I'm talking about." She chuckles. "Let's try all together this time."