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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:41 pm
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SubonicXP Blizzard120 Tristen just had gotten the final bite down on his snack before getting pulled off the bench once again. Tristen didn't really speak up though in protest this time. He was left confused more than anything. Regardless, he'd be following Sub back down the boulevard. "So where to now?" "How about we check out the Battle Institute, I always wanted to see what that was all about." Sub said to Tristen in his normal voice. "Don't give into the vile liberal ideals of the revolutionaries! Resist! Uphold the proud traditions of the Kalosian peoples! His majesty is Kalos, and Kalos is his majesty!" A person with a megaphone shouted off in the distance. Sub turned to the general area of where the noise was coming from and saw a large group of people standing around whoever was talking. "Well that doesn't sound good, counter protest maybe?" Sub asked as he began to walk over towards the group, trying to see above, alas he could not. "Darn, can't see. Don't want to risk getting noticed if I push through...can you slip in Tristen and see who is spouting that garbage?" He asked the young hybrid.
"Um...maybe..." He looked around then started to try to find his way to the source of the noise. He was able to weave about the people, as any kid would be able to. That said, trying to keep his bearings within the sea of people would be a whole other matter... |
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:15 pm
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SubonicXP Blizzard120 "Um...maybe..." He looked around then started to try to find his way to the source of the noise. He was able to weave about the people, as any kid would be able to. That said, trying to keep his bearings within the sea of people would be a whole other matter... Tristen would make it deep into the crowd enough to see whom was ranting. There stood a ring of men and women dressed in red standing around another man, who appeared to be a leader of some sort, who was dressed in white with red accessories and trimmings. The bald headed leader of the bunch had a megaphone in hand and continued to rant away. "It is the monarchy which had brought Kalos peace after hundreds of years of war! It is the monarchy which has given us the longest period of peace that the world has ever known! Why fix something that isn't broken!? The revolutionaries are nothing more than foreign backed rebels! Foreigners who are jealous of our piece and prosperity! Fight! Join the ranks of Flare!" The man shouted.
"..." Tristen stared in confusion. Flare is trying to make themselves look good, Tristen thought. Why are these people so bold, though, as to show their faces in public like this? Are they that confident in their standing right now? Tristen looked about, trying to see if there was anyone of anyone important. So many of the same looking suits. Same people that his father figure beats up a lot. Not the important ones. Not seeing anyone else apart from those suited ones, he backed off, making his way back to Sub. |
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 2:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:40 pm
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Blizzard120 "Woah!! Hey! Put me down! I'm not doing anything!" As the boy is lifted up for all to see, the boy wiggled trying to break free of the man's grasp, but then the man's comment. "Freak of nature!? Who are you calling a freak? Last I heard, normal and smart people don't dress like you do!" In an act of defiance, Tristen then kicked back as hard as he could, and the grunt may be surprised at the strength of this one kid, considering the training the boy was put through over the past couple of years. It would almost seem like a Ponyta back-kicked him in the gut.
"Agh! You little-!" The grunt would let go of Tristen as he cried out in pain from the kick, in too much pain to speak coherently, let alone give chase. "Let's ride my little nine volt!" Sub cried as he yanked Tristen out of the crowd, shoving people out of the way as he tried to bail. Should they looked behind them they would notice a pair of grunts giving chase, the one he kicked nowhere in sight. |
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:52 pm
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SubonicXP Blizzard120 As Tristen was let go, he was found being grabbed once again. At least this time, it was a friendly face instead of by Flare. Tristen was all too willing to get the heck out of dodge at this point after causing such a ruckus by just him being there. As they were clearing the crowd, Tristen took a quick glance back and saw a couple of the grunts giving chase. "They're coming!" He said. Upon hearing Tristen, Sub would reach into a pocket and pull out a Dusk Ball. Throwing the ball over his shoulder he would release a fresh capture of his, Skuntank. "Cover your nose. This is going to be worse for you, sorry." He apologized to Tristen as he pulled his shirt up over his own nose. "Let it rip!" He called out. The Skuntank would respond with what sounded like a laugh, raising its tail into the air and firing off a nasty cloud of gas at the incoming grunts. The smell was absolutely horrible, anyone within eyesight could smell the horrific odor. Everyone in the area quickly covered their noses and bailed. The grunts had it worse as they fell onto the ground gasping for clean air.
When he saw the Skuntank, quickly Tristen took in a breath and covered his nose. He wanted NO part of what was about to be wrought upon the masses. Not to mention, it was more motivation to get the heck out even quicker. |
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:52 pm
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Sub and Tristen would likely fail to notice them in the background as they ran but Lykas and Kaya were not far from them, having arrived at the small shop where Lumiose Galette was sold not long ago, Kaya had been wanting to try it and Lykas used it as an excuse to leave HQ for a while. He hadn't been getting out much lately and figured it might be nice to be out and about for a little bit today.
They walked out of the shop just as Sub and Tristen arrived, though the only one they recognized was Tristen, immediately jumoing into action when they saw him being dragged down the street by a stranger. "Hey! Let him go, you pervert!" Kaya shouted as he charged the creep holding onto Tristen's arm. If he hit, it'd feel like getting run into by a light truck. Or maybe just a motorcycle. He wasn't very fast, after all.
Of course, when Sub's Skuntank appeared on the scene and the attack was called for, he was the first to stop moving, though it was hard to tell at first if he could even smell the odor with his helmet covering his nose and all. And then he buckled, landed on his knees and spilled the contents of his last meal on the street. "OGODSITBURNS!" He screamed as soon as he could breath again, causing another surge of sickness over him. Lykas stepped back into the Galette shop and blocked the door, using his hair to try and prevent the smell from getting inside.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 5:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 5:33 pm
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