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Post by ethan on May 3, 2009 20:11:56 GMT -5
The city of Nada Citadel. A bustling and prosperous place set within pristine Salvaged Lands. And perhaps one of the last places left to be untouched by the war. It was an ordinary day like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, children and parents laughed together in the marketplace, and an angry mob was stampeding through the streets after a pair of miscreants. What could be better than this?
Wait… What?
“Ya know, Fuego ol’ buddy. Its times like this that make me wonder what the world is coming to.” The words spoken by Ethan seemed a bit too nonchalant given the situation, especially to the Typhlosion who was running beside him. Most would say that Ethan was of an average athletic build, with a head of silver hair that hung loosely over lazy blue eyes. His clothing consisted of khaki cargo shorts, brown hiking boots, a white T-shirt with a red Pokemon Rangers emblem on the front, an old blue jacket over that, and fingerless black gloves. He was also an Agent of the Pokemon Rangers. Imagine that.
Ethan's arms were pumping like crazy as he poured on the speed into his sprint, a cloud of dust being kicked up behind the pair as they dashed through the streets. His partner, Fuego, was dashing along beside him low to the ground and on all fours. Currently, the two of them were fleeing for their lives from the city’s torch and pitchfork-waving populace, which usually meant one of two things. Either Ethan had racked up a huge bill at one of the local taverns and didn’t have any money to pay for it, or he and Fuego had both been caught peeping at the women’s hot springs. Again. Since the pursuing mob was mostly made up of women, it wasn’t exactly a hard guess to make. “What’s left for an author to do when he can’t even research his topic of interest? I’m tellin’ ya, this is no way for an up-and-coming bestseller to work.”
The only answer Fuego gave to Ethan was a surly “Bawwrr…” as the two turned sharply onto another street. They barely managed to avoid crashing right into a cart full of food and other goods, with Ethan leaping right over it with a neat somersault while Fuego dove right beneath the earth and burrowed through to the other side. Unfortunately, the angry mob was still hot on their tails and getting closer by the second. “Rawf. Rrrr… Baarrrr.” Fuego growled irritably to his partner once they were past the merchant’s cart and heading towards Nada Citadel's main gate. The constant stomping of the crowd stampeding behind them was powerful enough to make the ground shake beneath their feet.
“Eh? Oi, Oi. Don’t be tryin’ to pin this all on me now.” Ethan replied with a slight glare to Fuego. “You didn’t have to come along with me to do my research, ya know.” As he spoke, he turned his eyes back to the gates looming before them. With the exception of a few innocent bystanders, he and Fuego had a clear shot to the outside. All they needed to do now was keep running for all they were worth.
RAWR! BRAWF!”
Sighing lightly and rolling his eyes, Ethan turned his attention back to Fuego but continued his fast pace. If either one of them slowed down now, they would be goners. ”Well, I’m SORRY that there weren’t any cute Pokemon there waiting for you! And why would there be any at that place, anyway!? It’s a hot springs for PEOPLE, you dummy!”
“….Rrrrrrrawf!….” snorted the Typhlosion.
“Ehhh…. Okay, fine. If it’ll make you feel better, you get to pick the next spot for research.”
“Bawr?”
“….. Yes. One where there’s a cute Lopunny.” Ethan sighed before palming his face. He could already see the little pink hearts pounding in the Typhlosion’s without even looking at him. And sure enough, just as he took a peek at Fuego through the gap between his fingers, there they were. Bright pink and pounding over a silly grin on his muzzle. Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he lowered his hands and kept running. “Now get your head out of the clouds and keep running. We’re almost to the finish-…. Oh crap.”
Oh crap, indeed.
Standing between them and the gates of freedom was a crowd of roughly fifty people holding their torches and pitchforks. Many of them were women with towels still wrapped around their wet and curvy bodies. And they were all just fuming as they glared knives at the Ranger and his Pokémon.
So now it had come to this. “Well, Fuego…” Ethan sighed as he patted his friend on the head. Perhaps for the last time. But the strange thing was that there wasn’t a trace of fear on his or on Fuego’s expression. Just a small smile that spoke of a resigned satisfaction of sorts. Ethan reached inside of his jacket for a toothpick, stuck it in his mouth, and then faced the crowd like a man with nothing to lose. “It was nice knowing you. Wait for me in the afterlife.
And that was when the mob charged.
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Post by soap on May 4, 2009 0:40:44 GMT -5
Jack had "borrowed" a rickshaw, and was now being chased by about sixty men, most of whom were angry rich folks or the bodyguards thereof.
"Turn left here," he yelled at Hotaka as the Snorlax moved with surprisingly quick strides away from thei mess of people. "The gate's just that a way..."
"Lucy," Jack observed dryly, "please explain to me why every time we go some place classy, you get most of them to consider a rage-fueled murder attempt on my person."
The ghastly giggled in her softest, most innocent voice. "It's not like I even considered it until you pointed her out."
Jack glared at her. "I simply said she had a funny hat. I said nothing about you bumping a charmander so her head caught on fire."
"Quit exaggerating, it only got singed lightly. And fire makes everything funnier in a slapstick sense. Ask a magmar," she said stick her tongue out.
Mu glared at them both. "As someone made of plant life, I disagree. Fire isn't always fun. Also, There's a traffic jam ahead." "At Nada Gate? Since when?"
It was then that jack saw the angry mob. From the towels, he guessed it as at that spa where he claimed to be a "masseur" and got chased. Although the staff uniforms seemed a bit tighter. He could so use a massage right now. He frowned, realizing that this was an odd situation, and Hotaka, not having a plan, stopped.
He looked at the Typhlosion and its handler. "Nice angry mob. Yours is definitely yummier looking. Wanna trade?" He said as he offered a weak smile.
He hated to admit it, but he only saw one good plan. For someone who was usually labeled a master strategist, this was going to be simple. "Get on. You gotta badge, kid?"
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Post by ethan on May 4, 2009 18:14:57 GMT -5
Things were looking pretty grim. As the frenzied mob of bathing beauties and their jealous husbands or boyfriends stalked ever closer and closer, Ethan and Fuego found themselves in quite the pinch. They were outnumbered at least twenty to one, their only route to freedom was completely blocked, and it didn't look like help was on the way. Any chances of escape they might've had before had now been dashed to pieces.
And neither Ethan nor Fuego really seemed to mind in the least. What red-blooded male wouldn't enjoy being surrounded by this many beautiful women? Some of them wearing nothing but a damp towel, too! Even Fuego seemed a bit interested in all of supple womanly forms coming towards them. Ethan figured that if this was the way he was going to bite the dust, then so be it! Let them come! Let them crush his bones and ruin his flesh! But they shall never touch his manly spirit!
With their spirits swelling with masculine pride, Ethan and Fuego stood next to each with their feet apart and then spread their arms as wide as they could. If this was their time, then they would go with pride and manly dignity! To perish by the loving fists, soft curses, and sensual kicks of the fairer sex! They faced the stampeding crowd with a smug smirk on their faces and a half-crazed glint in their eyes, their souls singing in unison to the skies above!
And that was when a runaway rickshaw came out of nowhere and completely ruined the drama of their demise. And also saved their sorry behinds, of course. Ethan couldn't help but blink in sheer surprise over his shoulder at the rickshaw's sudden entrance, and then regarded the occupants inside with a wary stare. A Snorlax pulling the rickshaw. A snickering Gastly. A temperamental Hoppip. And an older dude wearing a Hawaiian shirt so tacky it was like someone was shoving needles into Ethan's eyes.
"What the f-..." Ethan managed to mutter before the roar of the mobs drowned him out. Likewise, the look on Fuego's face closely mirrored the one Ethan had, but with an incredulous "Brawr?" leaving the Typhlosion's lips. Neither one of them really knew what to make of this strange turn of events at the moment, but there was one other thought in the back of their minds that was screaming one very important thing.
Any port in a storm!
And so, faster than a hungry Aipom racing up a berry tree, Ethan and Fuego scrambled into the cabin of the rickshaw and piled into the seat like they were an old Scooby-Doo cartoon. Unfortunately, it seemed that they had piled inside of it a bit too quickly to notice that the rickshaw's cabin wasn't as big as they thought it had been. Not nearly as big as they had thought. Fuego's large body had somehow wound up in poor Ethan's lap, which was slowly being crushed into the seat little by little.
"Pokemon Rangers! Time to move!" Ethan shouted at whoever the older guy was. Fuego confirmed that with an urgent "BAWR! RAWF!" and started rapidly pointing at the oncoming tidal wave of half-naked beautiful women. The tide of half-naked beautiful women who were reaching inside of their towels for their weapons!"
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Post by desatio on May 8, 2009 23:03:37 GMT -5
"Hang on, kid," Jack said with a slight frown. "Hotaka, we can't go around trampling people. UP."
Hotaka turned his head as if to question Jack's sanity. They both knew how this game went. Hotaka would look at Jack like he was an idiot, Jack would stare back authoritatively, Hotaka would raise an eyebrow, Jack would twirl his fingers in a signal that only thee two of them knew, and Hotaka would grumble an annoyed "grauuwwba" before following his orders.
Hotaka's orders in this case being to toss the Rickshaw, which was what was meant by "UP," seeing as no one could fly except Lucidia, and she wasn't about to try and lift this group of idiots.
The string of expletives and non-sequiturs racing through Jack's mind as the Rickshaw was lifted above Hotaka's head and tossed above a building would've made most men shudder involuntarily. The only audible word, however, was "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!"
After that, the rickshaw landed. Upside down. And badly. The roof held them, however, and gave them a good sixty feet of elevation on their pursuers. "Not the best landing, but at least we're not dead. That," he said as he slowly got up from the wrecked rickshaw, "is an accomplishment. It looks like I'm going to have to pay for the rickshaw, though. Hanta..." he mumbled as he held out a hand to this pair. "Guessing from the barely-clothed ladies in your mob, I'm assuming you had a little fun at the hot-springs? It's good weather for that sort of thing, really."
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Post by ethan on May 9, 2009 17:46:16 GMT -5
The sound creaking wood and dust settling was the only reply the other man received at first. At the moment, Ethan and Fuego were too busy being sprawled together in a jumbled heap to give any sort of answer. Little spirals spun in dizzy circles in the middle of their eyes and their mouths had been opened into stupefied little grins. "Why yes, Nurse Joy..." Ethan muttered from the delirium of what was probably a concussion. "I would love to join you for a dip in the hot tub!" A very happy concussion, it would seem.
Fuego, on the other hand, seemed to be locked into a similar fantasy. The only sound that the Typhlosion was making seemed to be a faint but obviously giddy tittering while visions of lewdly dancing Lopunnies filled his addled brain. If one were to look hard enough, they would probably find little pink hearts beating in his eyes over the spirals from the crash. "Kraaawwrrrr... Keekeekeekeekee <3~..."
One could only imagine what lewd and perverted things were coming out of Fuego's mouth right now. And for the sake of a PG Rating, it was probably best that it stayed that way. It wasn't as if it were really all that hard considering the things his trainer was saying. Not hard at all.
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Post by soap on May 10, 2009 15:47:50 GMT -5
Jack just laughed for a minute. "Quit day dreaming. If we move quickly, there's no way they'll catch up," he said with a smirk. He snickered to himself absent-mindedly. Honestly, it was nice to know that at least some young people had good taste. The hot springs were pretty classy here, if a bit easy to provoke.
"C'mon, snap out of it. I'm certain it's a very fun dream and all, but let's deal with reality, then tend to he illusions, yeah?" He said, noticing the the mob had no interest in Hotaka. He was rather glad, because he would have hated to see Hotaka beat up a bunch of people, and he knew Hotaka wouldn't just stand there and take it. The angry mobs seemed to start yelling at him, and he simply lumbered off absentmindedly, deciding he would go nap in the forest after he found a nice fruit tree for lunch.
The mob, however, decided to start charging towards the building they were on."Hmm, I think we might want to change rooftops," he said with a slight chuckle. Even though, being trampled to death by most naked women is definitely one of the more fun near-death encounters I've had.
Lucidia shrugged. "You can regale them with stories of you youth once we're at a nice bar."
"I'm still in my youth, Lucy," Jack corrected with a smirk.
Mu chuckled."If you're young, then I'm the king of Montreal," the young impish plant said with a chuckle.
"Then I bow before your highness," Jack quipped back. He studied the two men warily. "These two are impetuous, probably got caught by getting too sloppy. Ah well, who can blame them? It's Spring, after all."
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Post by ethan on May 10, 2009 19:37:56 GMT -5
"Actually, it was because ol' Firebutt here leaned back too far and fell out of the tree." Ethan responded, a pained groan following shortly after his words. He and Fuego were still laying in a heap on the rickshaw's inverted bottom, but at least the two of them were now conscious. More or less, anyway. Neither one of them seemed to be seeing anything but stars after their little joyride.
However, that didn't seem to stop Fuego from whipping his thick neck at Ethan and fixing him with an angry glare. His lips had pulled back to reveal an angry snoutful of small but sharp fangs, which chattered even more angrily as the Typhlosion spoke. Sort of. "Rawr! Krawbrawrawrawr!" Fuego sputtered before jabbing an accusing finger of a paw in Ethan's face.
"Hey, don't look at me like that!" Ethan retorted with a glare of his own. "I told you that was for research! And you didn't have to come along. But noooo....! You just had to scope out for hot Lopunnies!"
This only made Fuego respond by pushing his face flat against Ethan's. "Brawrkrawrawrbrawr! Krawbrawrawrawr!" he sputtered again, but this time with thicker plumes of smoke streaming from the spots on his neck.
"And I told you that there wouldn't be any Lopunnies at a human resort, ya dummy!" Ethan exclaimed back, pushing his own face against Fuego's in a battle for dominance. Kind of, anyway.
Meanwhile, that mob just kept getting closer and closer. And it wasn't until that the ground actually started shaking again that the two of them finally noticed their predicament. "Aw crap." Ethan muttered before he and Fuego finally managed to untangle themselves from the rickshaw. Fuego leapt out of the rickshaw to stand on the roof while Ethan merely stumbled to his feet and cracked his neck a few times. "All right, thanks for the help, sir. But I think Fuego and I had better-.... WHY THE HELL ARE WE ON A ROOF!?"
Oh, he knew the reason why they were there perfectly well. That crazy Snorlax had chucked them and the rickshaw up here like a damn hammer at the Olympics. What Ethan meant to say, but couldn't because of his shock and disorientation, was actually "WHY THE HELL AREN'T WE OUTSIDE THE CITY!?"
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Post by soap on May 11, 2009 0:57:35 GMT -5
Jack smirked as he watched the two bicker. "I can't say I blame either of you. It's the nicest part of spring. Looking for some gorgeous girls and appreciating their beauty is hardly something I could condemn with a straight face. And the reason I had him throw us was because trampling beautiful women could injure them. Just because they're angry and out for blood doesn't mean we should hurt them. that just make us a bunch of jerks."
He frowned as he looked down at the mob. Instead of getting ladders, they had apparently grabbed some sort of pole and were attempting to bash the door down. Amateurs, really. He frowned.
"This is a four-story, and multiple doors are locked. The staircases differ from floor to floor," he said calmly. "I'd say we've got twenty minutes after they bash through the door. After they bust in, we jump the roof, Hotaka catches us, and then we go find soem stiff drinks and some women who don't already have a desire to sever our heads....or anything else," he said with a smirk. "Plan sound good to you?"
He looked at the man with a smirk. Unfortunately the plan was weak at best, but it'd work, and the building would buy them some serious time. Then they could run someplace nice. Preferable with a cute waitress....heh.
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Post by ethan on May 11, 2009 20:49:11 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan." Ethan replied. He sounded confident, but the way he was looking at the bloodthirsty mob down below said otherwise. He strode over towards the roof's edge and leaned a little over it, placing one foot on the edge as he peered down at the mob. His mouth curved into a frown when he saw the makeshift "battering ram" the crowd had taken up, his expression turning even more grim when they started to bash the door down with it.
"Tch." he grunted. "This bunch makes Knotty Pines seem like a birthday party." he finished muttering, one hand reaching for something on the inside of his jacket. There was just something strange about the way he was looking at the crowd now. He regarded them with only a detached concern, almost like he were looking at a stubborn leaky faucet, despite the fact that most of the people down there were thirsting for blood. His blood. He had no idea what the older man had done to incite such a fury, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Or even when she was just plain angry.
He glanced at the older man over his shoulder and said, "Hold on for a bit, chief. I've got an idea that'll help our escape." And then, he withdrew a Pokeball from his jacket and pressed the button in the center. It opened with a flash of light, and then there was an impish little Sneasel standing right next to him on the railing, peering down at the crowd like he was. Only the Sneasel's was a wide grin was one of pure evil delight. Like a bad pigeon who just spotted a freshly waxed Maserati.
"Oi... Loki." Ethan said to the Sneasel, his gaze turning back to the angry mob below them.
The Sneasel, apparently Loki, answered back with a curious, "Sneasel?" and then looked at Ethan with wide and inquisitive eyes. The grin never faltered, however.
"See those people down there?"
"Sel." Loki replied with a vigorous nod.
"They've been bad, Loki."
The Sneasel's grin grew even wider and his eyes practically sparkled in the daylight. "Sneasnea?"
"Yes, very bad." Ethan replied with a devilish smirk to Loki. "And I think they need to learn how to take a joke, don't you?"
Loki was now so giddy that he was almost jumping up and down and clapping his claws for joy. He responded to Ethan with even more excited nodding and with an elated, "Sneasel! Sel! Selsnea!"
"Go to it, Loki ol' chum."
And that was when all hell broke loose. Without a moment's warning, the little Sneasel had moved so fast it was like he had simply vanished from his spot on the roof's edge. Next, came the sounds of surprised shouts and womanly screaming from down below, and it could be seen that a small black blur was moving throughout the mob and causing quite a ruckus. A few seconds later, the blur that was Loki suddenly darted out of th mob and started heading towards the Nada Citadel Gates.
Along with all of the towels he had stolen from the women who had come from the hot springs. And even a few blouses from the ones who hadn't.
"That should do it." Ethan said with a satisfied sigh. He turned from the roof's edge and began to walk towards where the older man stood with his Pokemon, his hands nestled comfortably behind his head with his fingers laced together. The sound of the mob following Loki, or trying to because of the little guy's speed, was music to his hears. "Now how's about we go meet some o' those cute waitresses you mentioned?"
Meanwhile, Fuego was standing off the side and was looking at Ethan with an expression of complete disbelief. He blinked a few times before a paw came up to cover his face, his head shaking in utter exasperation. "Krawr..."
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Post by soap on May 12, 2009 22:12:50 GMT -5
Lucidia started laughing hysterically. "That's was pretty clever. I'm surprised that wasn't your plan Jack," the ghastly said with a girlish giggle.
"I considered it. But Hotaka and Mu aren't remotely fast enough, unlike that flighty young Sneasel he's got," Jack shrugged.
Mu nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't outrun them if I tried," the Hoppip said cheerily.
Lucidia pouted. "I could have."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You don't have hands or paws, waht you use to grab the towels?"
The ghastly grinned wickedly "My tongue's handled tougher jobs."
Jack shook his head, deciding he would rather not know what she meant by that. He then looked over the other side of the building and smiled. "They put a fire escape here. Guess we won't have to jump," He said as he hopped the small wall and dropped about four feet.
"Follow me, there's a nice place not too far form here," he siad with a smirk.
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Post by ethan on May 13, 2009 13:51:23 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Ethan and Fuego had descended down the building's fire escape and were following their mysterious rescuer through some of the more sheltered streets of Nada Citadel. Things had quieted down considerably ever since Loki had "distracted" the two mobs from chasing them, but it probably wasn't all that wise to just go off gallivanting through the main streets like nothing had happened. Not yet, anyway. An angry mob of half-naked women, jealous husbands or boyfriends, and furious old shopkeepers chasing a rickshaw pulled by a Snorlax and a guy with silver hair with his Typhlosion wasn't something that most people would forget anytime soon.
Not unless they were as clueless as Stevie Wonder touring the Louvre's Art Museum. Which Ethan severely doubted.
So they stuck to the backroads. Or what passed for backroads in a big city like Nada Citadel. Ethan was walking beside the man called "Jack", as the Gastly had called him earlier, and Fuego was walking beside him with his eyes forward and his expression tense. He placed a hand on the Typhlosion's head and began to scratch him behind the ears to calm him down, and then turned his attention to the other man. "She said your name was Jack, right?" asked Ethan, a brief glance sent to the Gastly floating nearby. "I'm Ethan. Ethan Lynch. And thanks for saving us back there. Really pulled our butts out of the fire."
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Post by soap on May 13, 2009 18:03:34 GMT -5
Jack nodded cheerily. "Yeah, I'm Jack Sophinelas. Most folks call me luau Jack, cause of the shirt. Or Soap, cause they think my last name's tricky to pronounce," he then smiled. "Waitress is the wrong term, frankly. I'd say their more like...customer service? Nah, game-runners is probably the easiest way to put it. I know this guy who runs a blackjack house. A few tables, good drinks, decent food, pretty classy all in all. And the ladies who work for him well, the dealer's are all sweethearts, but the bartender's a little icy. Cute, but icy."
The Ghastly just sort of smiled. "He's Jack, I'm Lucidia. The little radish is Mu. The big guy is the one you should be thanking, and his name is Hotaka."
As if on cue, Hotaka lumbered towards them with a smirk. He nodded, and Jack nodded back. "Hotaka, I think me and Ethan here are gonna go grab a bit over at Enzo's. You okay with that?"
Hotaka still nodded and smirked. "Grrmpph," he mumbled absentmindedly.
Jack chuckled. "Yeah, you're more than welcome to come along. Or can you go fish for your own lunch. Net's in the wagon."
Hotaka nodded and purred lazily.
"Then we'll both fish some other time. Besides," he said with a grin, "surviving what seemed like near-death at the time is always a good excuse to celebrate with food, drink, and women," he said with a bit of mock resolve in his tone.
A thought crossed his mind briefly. "You said you were a ranger, right? You don't mind going to a place that's a little on the... unlicensed side, do ya?" He said, taking a box of candy out of his bag and chucking it to Hotaka, who happily caught it and munched on the candy one piece at a time Snorlax or not, Hotaaka had good table manners.
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Post by ethan on May 13, 2009 21:53:59 GMT -5
Ethan just smiled back and shooks his head. "Pffft... Nah. That doesn't bother me a bit. I'm a Ranger and all, but I also like to think that Remoor has bigger problems out there besides pencil-pushing bureaucratic nonsense." Hell, he knew Remoor had bigger problems than that. All he had to do was take one look at the wastelands that most of the region had decayed into to know that beyond the shadow of a doubt. And, in his very modest opinion, anyone who was so set in their ways to not see that could stick an angry Beedrill up their you-know-what and fly away. It wasn't exactly the "correct" opinion to have in Ranger HQ, especially with some of the higher-ups in the chain of command, but Ethan knew in his heart that it was the right one.
"Besides.... I won't tell if you won't." Ethan continued with a sly little smirk on his face. He wasn't exactly a prime example of Ranger diligence and responsibility, but then he had never once claimed to be. But no one could also say that he wasn't very good at what he did, and that he didn't pursue it with a passion. "Anyway, nice to meetcha all. The smoking fuzzball right next to me is Fuego. And the little troublemaker from before was Loki, and he should be popping up soon enough. Knowing him, he's probably just taking his time with having his fun."
With the threat of death by proverbial "Snoo-Snoo" long since passed, Fuego had finally managed to relax a bit and rise up on his hind legs to continue walking. He greeted the rest of the group with a gruff but friendly "Brawf. Krawrawr." and a nod of his head, a little smile curving the corners of his muzzle. That, and judging by the hopeful look in his eyes, he was also ready for a change of pace for the night. One where he and Ethan wouldn't have to run for their lives, of course.
With that, the Typhlosion turned to look at Ethan. "Bawr? KrawrFrawr?" he said to his trainer, although only Ethan had any hope of knowing what Fuego actually meant by that. That, and considering how Ethan and Fuego usually were and what they thought about it, it was probably better that way.
"What? Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Ethan replied to Fuego, an eyebrow arching up faintly. "Hold on, I'll ask him." And then, with a somewhat pained expression on his face, Ethan turned his attention to Jack and rolled his eyes a bit. "Fuego wants to know if there's hot Loppunnies where we're going? I guess his "Great Balls o' Fire" are turning blue or something."
"RAWR! BRAWRBAWRKRAWRBRAWF!"
"Hey! I asked him for ya, didn't I?"
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Post by soap on May 14, 2009 22:35:33 GMT -5
Jack smiled cheerfully. "Glad to hear it. After all, what's the point of protecting the people if we all can't sit back and have a little fun afterwards?" He then smirked as a local saxophonist he knew started playing some old blues tune. He tossed a few coins in his bag. "Keep on croonin', old man," he said with a grin as he walked a little more relaxedly. Angry mob hadn't caught on at all, and things were going peaceably.
He laughed as a cool breeze blew by, and nodded at the introductions. It was always good to know who people were. Mainly so that way you could have another name to recall when crashing parties.
"Lopunnies?" Jack mused as he considered this question thoughtfully. "Can't say I recall any, but I could be wrong. I'm too busy looking at the cards and dealers to keep an eye out for pokemon. Last time, there was one Persian lurking about and grinning the whole time. She was kind of a nice girl," he said with a slight shrug.
He then turned and ducked into a small alleyway, stopping at a rusty, heavy metal door that looked like it was older than the city twenty times over. "Here we are," he said with a smirk. "I wouldn't be too loud about your day job, it's kind of a antsy crowd, y'know?"
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Post by ethan on May 16, 2009 13:48:27 GMT -5
"So this is the place." Ethan thought to himself with a slight amount of surprise. "Seems a bit more foreboding than what I was expecting." Their short trek through Nada Citadel's "less-than-public" routes had taken them into a short but dark alleyway where a rusted metal door sat hunkered down in the dead end. Quite frankly, it looked more like the door of a haunted battleship instead of the entrance to a "hip" underground nightclub. The shadowy ambiance of the alley only enhanced that ominous feeling.
Ethan glanced at Jack before directing his gaze back to the door. He thought he could also hear music coming through from the other side of the door, though it was understandably faint and muffled because of the heavy steel. It wouldn't have surprised him if the management had tried to soundproof it, either. "Yeah, I here ya." Ethan replied to Jack, a slow smile crawling over his face. "And here I was hoping to show everyone just how shiny my badge is. Oh, darn." If sarcasm was a syrup, then his tone would've been dripping with it.
Meanwhile, Fuego had walked up to the door and had pressed an ear against its surface, his nose crinkling with each sniff he took. His eyes narrowed a bit when he thought he heard something, or smelled it, and then he suddenly smiled widely and let out a joyous little "RAWF!", his eyes turning into pulsing pink hearts. Knowing Fuego, that could only mean one thing. A Lopunny. A female Lopunny. That or any other female Pokemon in general was in there.
"I guess that answers our question." Ethan sighed while pulling on the scruff of Fuego's neck to pull him away from the door. "Come on, Firebutt. And calm down before you start humping that door." That earned Ethan a vengeful glare and a hissing snarl from the Typhlosion, though he did appear to calm down a little bit. Although, the way the red spots lining the back of his neck kept rhythmically flaring red like a second heartbeat was a pretty good sign that he was still anxious to get inside.
And to be fair, so was Ethan. Right now, the one thing he wanted more than anything was a good stiff drink. And a cute waitress. In his lap. But, that was the beside the point.
With that, Ethan faced Jack once more and tilted his head towards the door. "There a password to get in or somethin'?" he asked the older male. Normally, Ethan wouldn't have waited to barge right inside, but he figured that discretion was the better part of valor this one time. He wanted to drink and flirt, not start a bar fight by doing the wrong thing. Whether that would change as the night went on was still a mystery, though.
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