Torino's Sunny and Refreshing Times

Three songs in and Torino was exhausted. She was panting, propping herself up on a shattered bollard. "Why won't you dance!?" she asked the Pokemon. In ten minutes of toe-tapping and consumer-tested theme songs the Xurkitree had only twitched its foot four times. And Torino was pretty sure some of those were just accidents.

"You danced with me before. Why not now?" she asked, pouting. "Do you want to dance with Laguna instead?" It was a mean thought, with a thin sheen of jealousy, but it needed to be said. "I understand. She is very beautiful, and has a magic wand."

Another thought hit Torino, like a cherry dropped from the table and onto an already messy floor. "Oh! Do you want to dance with Celesteela?" she asked, reaching for her Pokeball.

WHOOM

The roar of a rocket punctured the street's silence, sending Torino's hair back in a rush of displaced air. Torino clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! You are friends! You can dance together!"

She watched raptly as Xurkitree reached out to Celesteela with its rubber and copper roots. Celesteela hovered in the air, the dull thunder of its engines providing a thrumming background noise to this communication.

After minutes of mingling and shifting in the air with no real outcome, Torino set her hands on her hips. Nothing! No dance, no root mingling, no mysterious sounds or even discernible change. Celesteela was just hovering there as Xurkitree did its root....thing in the air.

Last time Xurkitree had formed its roots into shifting shapes. What was wrong now?

Xurkitree refreshed to Uncommon