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Just cause I read worse don't mean it ain't cursed
Fresh-fallen rain trailed lazily down the windows of the Apartment For Large Pokémon's complex, tip tapping on the sturdy metal rails of the staircase outside. The sky, still grey with the fading storm, was just barely beginning to light in an eerie, cold dawn. And with the dawn, came more problems.
Ariiasqthylinh opened their ground-floor door to the sight of a not insubstantial amount of people parading up and down the staircases like absolute fuck nuggets. It was far too early in the morning for Arii to attempt to translate the jumbled shouting that echoed in the only semi-open space, but they heard something about Pokémon, and danger, and "oh save us from the beasts!" Honestly, Arii found their whining amusing. Or, rather, they would have, if the flood of people wasn't blocking their door.
Now, they had two options here; be the mature "adult" in this situation... or they could do what they wanted to do.
"Jet," they drawled, very briefly dipping their head past the doorway. "A moment?"
A black shape that had previously been nosing its way about the apartment started toward the door with deceptively quiet footsteps, claws barely clicking on the hardwood floor. And with all the subtlety of a freight train, an obscenely—offensively—large haxorus ducked under the already-eight-foot doorway, tilting his head gently to avoid leaving gashes on the wooden frame.
Several of the protestors froze, staring up at Jet with slowly mounting horror while he stared back with a mellow rumble.
A path cleared, and for a blissful moment, all was silent.
Then with the sharp sting of pain, a paper wasp hit the side of Arii's cheek. They recoiled with a hiss, surprise blooming into an irritation that stung their fingers and burned the back of their neck. Irritation that had them reaching for the Pokéball strapped to their hip and pressing the button in the center to return Jet before things got ugly. The path vanished with the large Pokémon, but that didn't matter as much to Arii as getting the hell out of dodge.
They swatted at the nearest protestor's face, hissing and making themself as tall as possible. The woman backed away, waving a cardboard sign in their face that they pushed aside in the same movement they used to shove past the woman. Anyone who so much as came within arm's reach of them was swatted at, maybe even actually hit, depending on how close they got.
The "trainer", as they were, stumbled out from the crowd, face smarting from the nasty paper projectile. With one last spiteful hiss toward the crowd (and a disdainful mourn of their previously-dry socks now soaked through with the water that bled through their tennis shoes), they released Jet once more (on the sidewalk, where it was drier).
The haxorus whined at them, and at first, they thought he was about to try going back inside out of the wet—but then they looked up.
The streets were filled with people. People holding signs up above their heads. People yelling. Protestors.
Jet rumbled low, and honestly, Arii was tempted to agree. "Maybe we should stay home, today."
Ariiasqthylinh opened their ground-floor door to the sight of a not insubstantial amount of people parading up and down the staircases like absolute fuck nuggets. It was far too early in the morning for Arii to attempt to translate the jumbled shouting that echoed in the only semi-open space, but they heard something about Pokémon, and danger, and "oh save us from the beasts!" Honestly, Arii found their whining amusing. Or, rather, they would have, if the flood of people wasn't blocking their door.
Now, they had two options here; be the mature "adult" in this situation... or they could do what they wanted to do.
"Jet," they drawled, very briefly dipping their head past the doorway. "A moment?"
A black shape that had previously been nosing its way about the apartment started toward the door with deceptively quiet footsteps, claws barely clicking on the hardwood floor. And with all the subtlety of a freight train, an obscenely—offensively—large haxorus ducked under the already-eight-foot doorway, tilting his head gently to avoid leaving gashes on the wooden frame.
Several of the protestors froze, staring up at Jet with slowly mounting horror while he stared back with a mellow rumble.
A path cleared, and for a blissful moment, all was silent.
Then with the sharp sting of pain, a paper wasp hit the side of Arii's cheek. They recoiled with a hiss, surprise blooming into an irritation that stung their fingers and burned the back of their neck. Irritation that had them reaching for the Pokéball strapped to their hip and pressing the button in the center to return Jet before things got ugly. The path vanished with the large Pokémon, but that didn't matter as much to Arii as getting the hell out of dodge.
They swatted at the nearest protestor's face, hissing and making themself as tall as possible. The woman backed away, waving a cardboard sign in their face that they pushed aside in the same movement they used to shove past the woman. Anyone who so much as came within arm's reach of them was swatted at, maybe even actually hit, depending on how close they got.
The "trainer", as they were, stumbled out from the crowd, face smarting from the nasty paper projectile. With one last spiteful hiss toward the crowd (and a disdainful mourn of their previously-dry socks now soaked through with the water that bled through their tennis shoes), they released Jet once more (on the sidewalk, where it was drier).
The haxorus whined at them, and at first, they thought he was about to try going back inside out of the wet—but then they looked up.
The streets were filled with people. People holding signs up above their heads. People yelling. Protestors.
Jet rumbled low, and honestly, Arii was tempted to agree. "Maybe we should stay home, today."