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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."
 
Sigh. Wasn't Leefside one of the few places where Pokemon could parade around without everyone losing their marbles? Either the website had outdated information or he was in the wrong place, because there were so many signs around one would think there was going to be an election soon. Which created a small problem. See, usually Rhapsody left his Hydreigon outside the towns while he went in to get supplies, but this time he assumed he could save himself the multiple hours it took him to find Vic after he inevitably moved from his spot despite the orders to stay still. And thus here he was, his biggest partner flying behind him and looking around for something to eat, main head adorned by the brown reins the trainer was pulling.

Which were there just to tell Rhapsody if Vic tried to wander off rather than to provide any sort of control at all. He considered himself to be in shape, but if a 300+ pound dragon wanted to do something, there wasn't much he could do to stop it. But no one needed to know that.

"Let's just find the store and get outta here," he told the Houndour padding next to him. Pooch was left relatively unbothered by the throngs of people, at least, on account of being the perfect size to be picked up and stuffed inside a big purse.

Then it happened. Some woman waved a sign right in front of Vic's face, smacking his snout. And like every time something was within biting distance, the Hydreigon instantly chomped on the offending corner, causing the woman to let out a screech worthy of a Loudred as she dropped the sign so quickly one would think it had mutated into Seviper heads.

"That thing attacked me!!" she accused, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the dragon, who had by now decided he liked the taste enough to start eating with all three heads.

Rhapsody's 'really?' expression said it all. But still he made a point to look at the woman's unscarred hand before raising an eyebrow. "The only thing he bit was made of cardboard. You were nowhere near any of his mouths," he pointed out. Which, of course, only enraged the woman, because heavens knew some people could never be wrong.

Maybe be should just spray her with Pooch's water bottle. See if that calmed her down.
 
Lan hadn't been studying under Doctor Everly for too long now- maybe a year, year and a half- depending on who you asked.

But it had been time for him to put down the pencil, and paperwork, and stupid goddamn textbooks- and step into the field. Very very far into the field actually. So far that he could not see nor speak to the woman; save the occasional checkup call.

The absence of interaction was incredibly important actually, because maybe her younger brother had recently broken up with him ( and yet the other man still ended up being the one in tears? Lan was the one getting dumped; why was he crying ? ) and now talking to either of them would be very, very awkward.
So awkward in fact it was best to skip town completly and spend his time gaining first hand experience ( in a different clinic, in a city far away ) helping the little monsters he'd decided to dedicate his career to.

Like any rational person would do in his situation.

As the last drops of storm fell onto the thin plastic of his raincoat, Lan looked down at his own shadow. Mummer walked inside of it- small wobbly steps with short little legs that made keeping up with their trainer nearly imposible ( or would be, had he not slown his pace to an agonizing degree).

" This would be faster If you let me pick you up,"

Mummer glared at him, a response that surely said " try and I will bite you ". Lan narrowed his eyes in response, but didnt press further.

One hand held the cloth grocerie bag- a cute cartoon image of a morpeko imprented on the front. The other rooted in his pocket, serching for the keys to his apartment. He swore if he forgot them inside again. He would be so pissed.

Now why in the world had he gone grocery shopping at the asscrack of dawn in the first place?

Well- because he was an idiot; who hadn't slept, and was running out of things to busy himself with.

Unfortunately, upon getting closer it seemed the entrance to his apartment building- and the streets around it- had been swamped by loud bitches with cardboard signs. Chanting their grievences over large pokemon.

Great.
 
He was so done. This wasn't getting anywhere, even after asking to be shown exactly where was she bit. Rhapsody would have liked to argue more, but by now Vic was done eating his impromptu snack and was eyeing the rest of the signs like the people were waving giant berries around, so he needed a distraction.

The little Pokemon walking on the shadow of that one short guy with clothes way too big for him would do.

"You're all just sadists who don't care how much trouble you cause to others!"

"Oh, so that's who I am, huh?" he easily replied, making a show of turning around to face the guy he saw. "Hey, you! As a trainer, I'm a battle-hungry psychopath who simply must challenge anyone that I see no matter the place and time! How about we make these guys tear up the street and throw chunks of it at each other to win the monetary equivalent of two chicken take-outs?" he called out with the most sarcastic tone he could muster.
 
As the sun shines in the window of his bedroom window an young blond kid is playing with a brand new set of pokemon plushies he just received for having a great semester at school.
As he is playing his room starts to get hotter then normal and start feeling powerful vibrations shaking his room.
Just as he stands up to go run to his mom and find out what is going on the roof and walls collapsed, as the dust starts to clear he sees that he is trapped.
After digging he finds a small hole and starts to crawl through, this passage is so small and tight it would make even the most hardened professionals get claustrophobic.
After crawling and scratching his way through he finally emerges into what should be the livingroom only to find a gaping hole to the outside town, an unconscious Snorlax, and a pile of rubble that all he can see is the hand of his mom reaching out towards his bedroom.
Mavrick shoots up screaming "Mother!!" as the rain drips on him from the holes in the tarp and cardboard makeshift tent he was sleeping in.
"Another damn nightmare." He mutters to himself. He stands up and grabs a damp towel to try and dry his head. "Hey hobo, pack your shit and get out of our town." He hears from outside his tent.
He steps out to see a group of people his age but they dont look as old as he looks from the years of hard living.
"What do you want?" He mumbles,
The group all start talking at the same time yelling insults and threats and just generally being unpleasant.
After about 5 minutes of this Mavricks shadow starts to grow in size and a pair of eyes pops out and the group starts to yawn and the ringleader says "You know what guy I think it's time for a nap." And they all curl up and go to sleep on the cold wet ground.
Mavrick looks over his shoulder and says "Thanks Raven, it's to early to deal with their bullshit."
That's when they both noticed the sounds and yelling of the protesters.
"Hmm, let's go see what all the commotion is about. We might even get lucky enough to pickpocket enough for breakfast."
Raven chuckles and hides back in Mavrick's shadow as he heads off to see what's happening.
 
As the commotion went on, in the shadowy alleyways between the lanky miserable looking building complexes a young man leaned against one of the still brittlely cold steel pipes on the side of the wall. He seemed unbothered by the protesters as well as trainers around, and was calmly scrolling on his phone while adjusting his sunglasses (despite there being no sun at all). As a few drops of water dripped on his curly green hair the man shooked it off, while tossing his phone in the air a few times out of boredom, and totally unconcerned about it falling onto concrete or a puddle. The cellphone seemed to spark with a small blue electric pulse while in the air, although no one noticed it.

Something seemed to have happened up ahead, as a few people in the protesting crowd stepped back. A young woman holding a sign did so as well, and tripped over a sidewalk curb while doing so. The young man stepped forward out of the alleyway and helped her regain her balance, before retreating back into his corner again. The woman blinked a bit in confusion before thanking him and turning away.

"...Do you believe in ghosts?" The dark green-haired man asked, seemingly out of the blue. He was leaning against the building wall again, with a strange paper fan out.

"N...No?" The young woman turned around to reply, her brows furrowing into a frown.

"Of course, it's probably just my imagination then, those shadows. And that hand." Gently waving the fan the man responded casually, as he turned back into the alleyway to walk away. A strange shadow swooped around the path silently, blurring the boundaries between dim sunlight and running rainwater. "Oh right. You must be feeling quite cold, Miss. Walking around with cold sweat on an overcast day is bad for your joints. Please do take care."

"W-Wait!" The young woman shouted. "Is this about Pokemon? There are these rumours about some of them and..." She added, but her words trail off as she didn't know what to say, only that she probably should say something to this man as cold sweat was really dropping from her brow.

At an angle where she could not see, the man made a small smirk and turned around somewhat dramatically. "Yes, I suppose it is." He pointed upwards, to the rows of steel balcony fences and intercrossing powerlines that made a monochromatic pattern in the overcast sky. A shadow swooped by again, and perched under one of the building's balconies. "Shuppet. It is a Pokemon that is attracted to negative emotions. An event like this is a banquet for them. Tis a shame, while directing their fear and rage creatures with fangs and claws, people forget that the most fragile thing is one's psyche when filled with those feelings. I just hope no one would be spirited away today, a far worst fate than being scored or torn apart." With a melancholic expressed the young man looked up at the overcast sky.

"But of course, that's why I'm here." He smiled brightly and closed the paper fan, making a light 'woosh' sound that broke through the murmuring slience. Pulling out a small sachet with a yellow swirling pattern on it, the green-haired man dangled it in front of the woman, it gave off a nice scent. "Lax incense, it makes Pokemon nearby sluggish. That also includes those pesky spirits of course." Stepping up he put the sachet into her hand, closing it with his own, making sure to warm her ice-cold fingers.

" PokémonDollar.png19200. It's not something easy to come by." Pulling out the paper fan again the young man stepped back, leaving the woman in the cold shadows of the alleyway once more.

"Sir, I...I'm not carrying that much. This is all I have." The woman looked a bit panicked as she stepped up and pressed some cash into the green-haired man's hands. He skimmed it and gave a soft smile.

"No worries, Miss. As long as you are feeling well. Our encounter is written in fate after all."

"Oh, and, uh, are you a Pokemon handler?" The woman who seemed to have regained some colour in her face asked as she was prepared to turn away.

"...No. Not exactly, I'm more of a specialist, I deal with threats those bumbling bureaucrats can't make sense of." With the same soft smile the green haired man took a polite bow as he sees her off.

"Pokemon soothsayer, Erinnhurst. I shall be around if you are ever in need of my services."

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After the young woman left Erinnhurst sat on another brittly cold steel beam and counted the amount of money he got from her.

"9500...9600...Okay, not bad!" A squeal and electrical crackle came from his phone as an orange and blue orb zoomed out of it. Some text was left on the phone screen.

[Those protestors really are dumb, aren't they? When was the last time someone fell for that?]

"Oh don't say that Romi, she was just scared and ignorant, I'm sure intelligence has nothing to do with that. Plenty of really smart people are scared of Pokemon anyways." Erinnhurst replied half-heartedly while recounting the money. A shadowy figure floated down from the buildings and perched onto the now Rotom-free cell phone. "I know I know, I'll buy you something too. Now let Romi into the phone and don't get seen."

The electrical orb squealed again and zipped back into the phone while the raggy ghost floated back towards the building tops. Erinnhurst sprang up and took and stretch and yawned, then walked down the streets with an unfittingly cheerily light step, humming quietly.
 
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Lan had been a bit distracted honestly, distracted by some man who had opted to adorn his sign with pictures of injured large pokemon, the words " powerful, not invincable " painted between. Which made Lan think this douche-eater wanted to physically harm pokemon. Which made him fucking pissed.
Yes, most trainers shouldnt have them; but that was the trainer's fault.

One gloved hand was already half outstretched to snatch the sign away from the bitch( unfortunatly the guy was a bit too tall, and his sign held too high for Lan to reach ) , when a voice called above the chanting.

"Hey, you! As a trainer, I'm a battle-hungry psychopath who simply must challenge anyone that I see no matter the place and time!"
Lan's sour glare turned from one too-tall asshole to another. This one with navey blue hair and- a hydragon? Yeah. A hydragon. Who was eating a sign- that couldnt be good for them.
" How about we make these guys tear up the street and throw chunks of it at each other to win the monetary equivalent of two chicken take-outs?"

If only this little man had two braincells to rub together, the request would have most certainly not upset him in the slightest.

" How 'bout I fight you for the monetary equivilant of two chicken take-outs? " Lan spoke; already rolling up a sleeve - but Mummer's little eyes brightened at the mention of possible play. With deliberate steps ( that where much faster than the ones they used to get here, notably ) the little Marshadow marched up to the currently cardboard munching pokemon and jummped. Bapping them softly on the belly.

" Mummer, no- "
 
The guy's answer made Rhapsody snort, and he would have considered discreetly telling Pooch to pretend to give him orders to go on a reverse Pokemon battle if the Ghost-type (or at least, Rhapsody thought it was a Ghost-type, what with the black color and smoke things around it) hadn't gone right for Vic. The Hydreigon looked down at his opponent, making a curious sound until it 'punched' him. Then, perking up as if realizing what was happening, the dragon roared loudly and did the most logical thing an adult would do in this situation: pretend the blow had hurt and fly backwards so he could flop on his back without crushing the other beneath him, flailing his legs, heads, and tail.

Rhapsody seriously wanted to just bust out laughing, but some people who had only heard the roar had started screaming about an illegal battle without realizing what was actually going on, and it'd be a shame to not poke fun at them. So he ignored Pooch, who by now looked like she wished to be anywhere else and was cautiously pressing herself against her trainer to be quickly picked up in case they had to run away (again), and raised his voice to be heard over the crowd. "See? I knew your Pokemon were blood-thirsty murder machines too! Vic, maul them!"

Vic rolled over so he was standing, heads moving around as he growled, which would have been threatening if his entire body language wasn't screaming 'play time'; after all, his wings were relaxed, and Hydreigons were so bad at walking they only really landed when they were feeling safe. With snake-like movements, the main head snapped at the Pokemon apparently named Mummer, nibbling the wisp on its head with barely enough force to be felt.
 
If Arii didn't know better, they'd estimate that everyone in town had taken a day off to watch the chaos. Unfortunately, they knew better, and were well aware that only the majority of people had congregated outside the depressingly gray complex. From beside them, Jet warbled, drawing their eyes (though, the screech of what was undoubtedly a human would have sufficed) to watch a... hydreigon? Yeah. That's what that looked like.

The Pokémon was eating a protestor's sign, while behind them, what appeared to be a scam was going down. The guy seemingly running it looked vaguely like he'd just crawled out of some underground weed ring (or cosplay convention, they supposed), what with his manner of dress, but they weren't paying too, too much attention, because Mr. Can't-Control-Volume-for-Shit had come around the corner, and they had half the mind to retreat back into the apartment to get away from the steam-cleaning bitch.

Unfortunately, they had work to do at some point that day if they wanted to keep the apartment.

They'd have to get to their PO box first, however.

That, they decided, would have to wait, as Jet started walking, and they were far more interested in whatever he was walking toward than whatever fucker had fucked up their PC. As it turned out, Jet was watching a Pokémon "battle".

It was more like a friendly tussle, but whatever floated the semi-violent-mob's boat, they supposed.

And oh yeah, Maybe-weed-dealer was walking back down the street, and some other one that looked like they crawled out of a dumpster was coming down the opposite way.

They grumbled, but by then, Jet was having far too much fun observing the "battle", as the protestors screamed it was. Arii almost hoped he'd join them to get some much-needed socialization, but alas, he shied away after a moment to turn and stare at Maybe-weed-dealer.
 
Mummer let out what could have been translated as a giggle when the other pokemon released a dramatic wail and fell backwards. Thrashing playfully for a time before they stood and bent to nibble at the whisp on the very top of Mummer's head.

With soft hands the marshadow pat at the other's face.

And Lan nearly had a heart attack.

He calmed when the fact this hydragon was not planning on having an actual battle became clear. Still sending an annoyed glare to the trainer that started this mess- he would have marched his way over and plucked Mummer off of the other pokemon; had a protester not gotten so caught up in screeching about the illegal pokemon battle they whacked Lan upside the head with a sign.
Enough was enough.

" You want an illegal battle I'll fuckin give you one!" He turned to the assalent-the same one he had wanted to punch earlier- before Lan had a chance to assess his situation- one gloved hand shot up- taking a fistful of the man's shirt collar and yanking him down to eye levle.

The other threw his punch first, hitting Lan square in the stomach- it was a pretty sure shot. Certainly it would have hurt if the other didnt punch like a little bitch.

Just as Lan felt the beginnings of a smirk tug at the corner of his lips; his victem was yanked away from him.

" What's wrong with you! You can't hit a little girl!" A woman repremended- the new development spreading through the crowd like an infectious disease.
Lan wanted to curl up into a ball and implode on himself. A dying star.

"...Little girl?" In what world did he sound- okay well, it must have been a bit difficult to hear his deep, gruff, and incredibly masculine voice over the sounds of the crowd chanting. Yeah. That was it.

Lan rubbed the tender area on his abdomen as he felt a bruise begin to form. Mummer pulled themself away from their newfound friend and hurried to their trainer's side- making punching motions in the direction of his assalent.
 
After going through the pockets of the now sleeping teens that was harassing Mavrick he finds a small group of people clamoring about an illegal pokemon battle going on near by.
He follows the group to where the protesters are and sees a large pokemon on his back flailing around.
Mavrick has seen enough pokemon and battles to notice that neither pokemon or trainer was really taking this 'Battle' to seriously.
'Hmm, this might be a golden opportunity' he thinks to himself.
He starts to slowly make his way through the crowd, slowly and carefully and with as much dexterity as he has earned over the last 11 years he pickpockets a few protesters that are not paying attention to him.
Hey finally gets to the front of the crowd just in time to witness one of the trainers grab someone and then get punched in the gut.
 
"Come on, ain't you gonna order a move?" Rhapsody teased. The crowd by now was noisier than ever, some screaming about Pokemon rights, some threatening with calling the police, and a few who figured out what was going on and were pissed about being mocked. It was hilarious.

Instead of continuing to poke the proverbial Beedrill nest, however, the other trainer turned to pick an actual fight with one of the protesters. Jeez, didn't he know that was actually something you could go to jail for? The whole reason of getting others angry by doing things that looked illegal but weren't was to walk away flipping them the bird when the police said they couldn't do anything about it. Assault and battery were a thing.

But then the most wonderful thing happened. Some woman yelled about the protester punching a 'little girl', and even though Rhapsody was 86% sure the trainer was a guy, he was not not going with this.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" he yelled, stepping forward to grab Vic's reins before the dragon wandered off now that the other Pokemon had stopped paying attention to him. "You go on about how fights hurt Pokemon, yet you become violent towards innocent girls? Child abuser!"

See, there was this thing about loud protestors. Sure, there were a few that truly believed in their cause, but the great majority of them were comprised by people who got off on putting on a 'holier than thou' attitude to freely insult others without consequences. After all, why make petitions and peacefully spread information and awareness when one could spend a few hours shouting at others and even appear in the news? People were, first and foremost, selfish beings who loved to believe everyone was below them. The only reason they hadn't gotten physical with the trainers was because there was a big dragon there and no one wanted to get bit.

Which didn't apply to the poor guy that had thrown the punch. It was easy enough to redirect the crowd's anger towards something they thought they could actually do something about, and soon enough they were taking it out on the man, yelling about violence towards children and women and pushing him around, demanding he leave the 'innocent girl' alone. Pooch groaned, a clear 'why me' in her voice that went mostly unheard, and expressed her wishes to not have anything to do with whatever was happening by turning into red light and returning to the Pokeball attached to her trainer's belt.
 
-Sizzle-

Erinnhurst cracked open a metal canned soft drink that Romi had gotten for him by shaking up a vending machine. After all, that woman didn't pay him in any loose change. He took a sip from the can while leaning back on one of the street's sidewalk's low fences to watch whatever was going on, the can made a slight rattling noise as he pressed into the aluminum.

Setting the can on the fence carefully Erinnhurst pulled out his paper fan again, gently fanning a light breeze to clear his glasses of any condensation. On his other hand he pulled out the phone that was home to a Rotom, and pointed the camera at the scene of some protesters trying to go ham on these two trainers: one taller and one shorter, with a Hydreigon and a smaller Pokemon he couldn't really tell the species of.

"What do you think?" Erinnhurst asked Romi, although it seems like he was talking to the air or just himself.

[There is nothing we can do. Those who oft stray from their central paths as such are the reckless and the timid, neither of whom are of easy temperament to us.] The screen typed out some text as two Rotom eyes blinked on the top edge.

"True, true. If the ones doing this is of true noble disposition, then what difficulty will they have in taking part in governance or shoulder true responsibility? If they cannot exhibit uprightness as a person, how can one claim to the righteousness of others? I believe if it were you that was requested to battle, I shan't even need to give an order." Erinnhurst replied, somewhat dramatically as if reciting some sort of lines from a stage play.

The phone in his hand shook and made a squeak, hopefully, no one can register that as a Pokemon noise in all the chaos.

[Pokemon that truly understand the circumstance need not a trainer's words to perform, those who do not will be unable to act sufficiently even if acting upon them.]

"Yes yes, you truly are quite noble, now then, search up which area has the most fearmongering in the papers. Those nearby are pleased, those of far distant come...I wonder if that is how a prosperous city is defined, it seems like quite an oxymoron.”

[Perhaps that is the result of those who does not measure up to substance.] Romi replied

While Erinnhurst glanced at the flickering screen and yawned. He picked up the aluminum can and drained the last few drops of liquid in it, this time crumpling it up in a more finale fashion and tossed it towards an almost knocked over trash can, likely done by the crowd. The can bounced off of the tilted side of the trash bin with a clink, it landed and rolled underneath another person's feet. It was someone else with a large dragon Pokemon, Erinnhurst tilted his head and thought about it for a moment, but eventually just walked up to where the can landed. He acted like the large Haxorus right beside didn't even exist, and looked as natural and tired as he was when he was 50 feet away.

Kicking the can up and catching it Erinnhurst deposited it into the trash bin, another electrical spark came from his phone.

[When we are able to attack, we must seem unable. All warfare is based on deception.]

"No, we're not attacking anyone," Erinnhurst replied tiredly. "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."
 
Jet may have been staring, but Arii was not, because the trainer that had been participating in the mock-battle was now actually fighting the crowd, and Arii really wished they could have said that they didn't know who he was.

The one with the hydreigon seemed to be turning it for the better, though, and the crowd was beginning to cease being a hive-minded mob bent on blocking every street for blocks. Good. Maybe they could actually work, eventually. Not right then, of course. But they'd totally get to it eventually. Eventually.

Clink.

Arii watched in partial amusement and partial discontent as the can (which, Jet's "disappointed huff" informed them came from the maybe-weed-dealer) bounced off the trash can and rolled to their feet. They stepped away from it, looking up expectantly only to realize that the guy had walked fairly close (uncomfortably close for Arii's standards) in the time it took them to look at the can and question all that had brought them here.

They took another few steps back, wrinkling their nose (he didn't smell like weed, but it was hard to smell anything over the wet of the storm) and placing a hand—mostly for their own comfort—along Jet's side.

Jet, meanwhile, was far calmer and more interested in the charges from the other's phone.

Though, that was until he started speaking to empty air.

"Oh my god," Arii stage-whispered conspiratorially to Jet, "he is high."

The Look they got in return was well worth it, even it it came from an exasperated haxorus.
 
While the crowd was focused on the trainers pokemon Mavrick made his was through the crowd picking the pockets of the protesters who where paying way to much attention to the obviously fake battle.
Mavrick found a well dressed woman with expensive looking jewelry and a large purse, "hmm, that looks like a good mark." He thinks to himself.
He approaches the woman and started to reach for her purse when she turns around and says "Who are you and what do you think your are doing?"
With quick reflexes and more charisma then it looks like he has, Mavrick raises his hand up higher and points at the trainers.
"Look that one person is punching that poor girl." And sneaks away as the woman starts yelling about the little girl getting attacked.
"That was close raven, let's find our way out of here before people notice their missing belongings." He says as he walks past a gentleman kicking a can of soda towards a trash can.
 
"You go on about how fights hurt Pokemon, yet you become violent towards innocent girls? Child abuser!"

Lan felt his face heat, until the blush dusting his cheeks began to burn them.

" I'll show you abuse ya' dick lip son of a bitch- " he muttered the curses to himself, just barely below a regular speaking voice- but quiet enough to go unnoticed by the furious and chanting crowd.
As much as he had hated the misunderstanding; at least the congregation had found a new target to throw their bull shit to.

The sigh that pulled itself from Lan's lungs was deep, and defeated. Despite the topic change- Lan was still to small to push (or even see) through the crowd. Making his way back to put away the ( admittedly merger ) bags of grocery would be impossible; or involve him crawling on his hands and knees- getting his pants dirty, and possibly having himself stepped on.

Lan turned to the blue haired trainer with a glare, as though his bad luck was somehow that guy's fault- and he huffed. With heavy steps he walked to the man, one gloved hand resting on his hip- the other gesturing for the man to come down and get his ear talked off. Though Lan was not nearly polite enough to wait for any sort of response before opening his mouth.

" First off, fuck you; secondly, fuck everyone and everything that brought about your creation and continued existence in this world; thirdly- I'm TWENTY TWO so deep throat a trunk until it knocks your mushy goo-brain back into function, and also- a man. I'm a man. He motherfuckin him. If you call me a little girl again I will castrate you. "
His voice was surprisingly flat as he traveled down his list of grievances- as though this was much too common of an occurrence to become much too stressed over.

He may have been partly upset by the fact the ice-cream in his grocery bag was going to melt before he could get it home at this rate, but whoever this dick was- he could deal with Lan's ire anyways.
 
Rhapsody raised an eyebrow as the other trainer approached, not changing his relaxed posture but still getting ready to dodge if needed. Not that it really mattered anyway. His gear was sturdy enough to resist Vic's teeth when the dragon wasn't actively trying to rip limbs off so he doubted anything short of a professional boxer would be able to do anything that could hurt him.

He didn't lean down when asked to because he wasn't dumb enough to put his chin in a punchable position, but the distance wasn't so bad that he couldn't hear the other's 'I'm so done with this shit' spiel. "Hey, just 'cause your mom's enough of a partier to fuck random people doesn't mean mine is," he easily replied. He might not be as close to his family as the average Joe but the woman had managed to raise a kid and a hellspawn all on her own so she had earned Rhapsody's respect at least.

Plus, he kinda wanted to see if the guy would really start a fight when Vic was flying right there next to him. Most people avoided him like the plague because of the 'dangerous Pokémon' so it was always amusing to find someone who wasn't afraid.

Which... might change. Vic had started sniffing the air and seemed to instantly focus on the trainer's bags with a very familiar look. "By the way, if you have anything sweet, you better start backing down right about now," he warned as Vic lowered his heads and started crowding the guy's space, main head sniffing at his face while making low sounds, left head tugging at one of his sleeves, and right head sneakily using the other two's distractions to try to shove itself in the bag to nab whatever it was he had smelled.
 
Erinnhurst tiredly looked up at the other person with the haxorus, he quietly thought about how this person had absolutely no manners, going around commenting on whether or not someone in front of them is using substances in public. Then again, he didn't expect any too upstanding and polite people in a run-down part of town like this.

"My my..." Erinnhurst sighed deeply and sided-eyed the person making the comment. "Living the ascetic way really doesn't pay off...if people are so quick to judge. No wonder virtue is dead, just look at the world around us." His phone made a screeching sound and popped a few sparks in the meantime, seemingly agreeing with Erinnhurst's critique of the haxorus trainer. "Awfully judgmental of you, isn't it? Or perhaps you've just never seen or heard of a 'cell phone'?" Grabbing the phone that was attempting to float up in midair again he waved it in front of the other's face and proceeded on.

There seems to be some more ruckus going on, Erinnhurst could see it through Rotom-Phone's camera, Romi was recording things of their own accord again. Whatever he says right now could be used against him in court if it was caught on recording. Then again, he doubted that anything he said could be as vulgar as whatever the people on the streets were shouting. Erinnhurst was perhaps the most honest and upstanding citizen, in appearance. But appearances are important nowadays.

Looking at the trainer with the hydreigon on the street Erinnhurst yawned. "I suppose that's what you dragon pokemon trainers are like, quick to judge and insult..."

"...How does it feel being judged by a stranger?"
 
Arii wheezed so hard their diaphragm just about turned inside out. Beside them, Jet warbled then huffed, almost a "here we go" manner.

They didn't even recover from laughing by the time they were speaking again. "I'm sorry, m'guy. Do you hear yourself? You sound like you're high off your ass talking like that. And I don't know if you know this, but generally people don't speak aloud to their phones while walking down a busy street, especially if they hold the phone like that or don't have any device to translate the sound."

They watched the phone attempt to float with mirth in their eyes, stomping down the urge to mimic the noise it made. "And it looks like you either need to get that phone repairs or check it for Pokémon, because it ain't supposed to do that."

Jet rumbled—less words and more just a general sound of discontent—then, quite promptly, clamped his jaws down on the back of their hood and lifted them up, pulling them away from the weirdo just as he started to turn from them. Arii remained giggling to themself, letting Jet carry them over to a quieter area of the street where some new weirdo that Arii had seen meandering down the street earlier.
 

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