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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:03 am
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That's it. This whole search was hopeless, Inigo thought to himself as he flopped onto a bench with a sigh, his elbows resting on the back of it as he slouched comfortably. He'd looked in all the places he'd seen or been through before that Rouge had been to as well, or led him through or ended up in - he'd even made sure to look up at the tops of buildings - but he couldn't find that silly jester. Not even a single clue, and it was getting late. And cold. Well, colder. All his pokemon were tucked away nice and warm in their pokeballs in his belt; they didn't like the cold either, except for Sonata who didn't really mind it too much seeing as she was a fire-type, but a legitimate shiny didn't exactly help keep a low profile.
With a sigh he tilted his head back to look at the stars. Out near the edge of the city was a perfect place to see them without any tall buildings to interfere (although the bright city lights did still make it harder to see the stars) - but it also meant he was close to the ocean, but really, he mused, that's why he saved this spot for last. It was where he and Rouge had parted ways the time he'd given the jester that blanket. What was Rouge up to? He hadn't seen 'em in a while, and the grunt was wondering what the clown had been up to. Hopefully not caught by the police...
"Couldn't find Jack, huh?"
Inigo stiffened at the sudden unfamiliar voice.
"Man, why would anyone want to hang out with that basket case? Unless he's nuts himself."
Voices. And movement on the bench behind him--
Inigo jumped up and whirled around to face three strange men - no, they seemed vaguely familiar somehow.. The three of them rounded the benches and Inigo took a couple steps back, trying to think of a way to get out of here. Why did he think it would be a good idea to come to this part of town?
"He must be crazy too, why else would he've helped that crazy guy out last time?"
"Are you sure that nutjob is even a guy?"
"I dunno bro, but all I know is girls have, I dunno, a girlish figure?"
"And boobs. Jack doesn't have boobs - he's gotta be a guy."
"A gay one probably. Why else would he wear such a stupid getup?"
Inigo kept backing away as they kept advancing - the glint of metal protruding from the pocket of at least one of them prevented him from trying to reach any of his pokeballs, and their insults to his friend made it hard for him to focus on a plan of escape.
Or where he was backing up to. That is, of course, until he hit a wall and turned his head at the same time as the gentle lapping of waves reached his ears, and Inigo froze in place. The ocean. They'd backed him up against the wall, the only thing that separated him from the ocean and oh Arceus the ocean was right there, he was so going to die
He probably should've been aware that they were still talking and advancing, but he didn't realize either of those things until they grabbed him and suddenly Inigo found himself in the air, flailing in their grip and frantically pleading in Spanish and trying to get away but they wouldn't let go.
At least, not until...
"We can't stand it when people mess with us. Consider this payback, kid."
...splash.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:26 pm
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Jerome knew that he couldn't exactly go into many of these clubs anymore, not with the kind of people that he might find in them, bangers from past rival gangs and the like. He knew he wasn't ET-14 anymore, but that didn't mean that anyone would hold any less of a grudge. Still, It was hard for Jerome to be away from this aria for too long, it had been his home, where he grew up, where he spent time. He knew nothing else before Team Rocket and wasn't about to forget it either.
He had been in the aria already, having just left after a visit with Izumi, a bitter sweet event spent with the innocent young women, he wasn't feeling quite up to returning to base just yet, so he hit the bars and clubs along the coast.
With his jacket on over a hoodie to help keep warn in the cold night, the hood pulled up over his dreadlocks, and keeping his face down to help keep attention to him as minimal as possible. He strolled leisurely down the streets, a beer bottle in one hand, the other shoved into his pocket.
He avoided too many crowded arias, not finding that too difficult, and despite keeping his head down, made sure to keep an eye out at each person within eyesight. That was when he first noticed it.
Somethin' was going down on the pier. He didn't have to see who they were to know that there was a small group advancing one someone. by the way they were walking he knew that lose dude was going to get it It wasn't until Bro appeared from the gangster's shadow and with an alarmed "GAR!" pointed to the lone guy.
After a few seconds Jerome knew exactly what Bro was trying to tell him... That kid was a Rocket, one that Jerome knew personally. He moved as briskly as he could across the street to get to the pier, but before he could get there and say anything, they had attacked the boy.
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"HEY!" A deep bark from the darkness behind the men announced his presence, Jerome having just witnessed them throw Inigo over the side. The tone, and stance was enough to signify that he wasn't pleased with what he had just seem, even if they couldn't see the hard stare he was giving them from under his ******** just roughed up the wrong kid. Y'better get the ******** outta here before I make a mess outta ya."
He hoped they would just go, so he could get down and see if Inigo was okay. trying to listen for the boy's voice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:14 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:21 pm
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They didn't back down, though honestly, that would have been way too much to hope for. Continuing to stare at then darkly from under his hood, sizing them up. Young, a couple of them bigger then he was, and as they did point out... there were three of them.
Jerome might not have been concerned a year ago, he had been in enough brawls to know at least how to hold his own. But it had been a while since Jerome had even been able to walk without a slight limp, let alone fight three boys in their prime.
His eyes glanced over to the side of the rail, trying to catch any hint that Inigo was okay. but first thing was first... he had to get these guys out of his way.
Before Jerome could reach for one of the pokeballs at his hip The first punk had made his move, lunging at Jerome. The tattooed man threw a fist out to try and catch the man's attack, while trying to dip off to the side in a feint. The sudden movement causing his stiff side to twinge in discomfort, slowing his movement considerably.
"GAR GAR!" The Gengar wasn't far behind, the large ghost appeared from the shadows behind Jerome, his wide toothy mouth scowling at the men as he glared, his fists raised.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:21 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:31 pm
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Jerome knocked the first kid off his path, only to have the second rush up in that split second, catching Jerome on the side of the face.
The Rocket staggered backwards, losing his footing. Thankfully Bro had caught Jerome before the man had to fight to regain his footing. Something he was frustrated to find was much harder to do now a days.
His hood fell back as he lifted a hand up to brush over his bleeding mouth, until another voice pipped in. Bro' and Jerome glanced over to see someone. Blacked eyes blinked, the figure was someone he had never seen before, nor was he expecting anyone like this to make an appearance. The splashing from down int he water grabbed Jerome's attention back though, for now he guessed he could worry about who this person was later. Right now all he cared about was that they seemed to be against these punks... and heck, they were wearing Rocket colors. That was good enough for him.
"Y'go ahead take that ********," The ex-gangsters deep voice growled calmly, nodding to the leader of the pack. his gaze turning toward the other two "Bro' an I got this part."
A fist slapped into the Gengar's open palm, floating through Jerome and at the punk who had attacked first. Jerome, coldly turned his full attention to the one who had hit him. "Trust me Punk, I c'n take a s**t load more th'n that." Ignoring the throbbing in his face, the gangster rushed the kid.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:21 pm
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Before any of the trio could respond much to their opponents, the sudden appearance of a Gyrados made them all freeze.
The first thug was the first to respond - he stumbled backwards, wide-eyed, before he turned and started running. "Man, ******** you guys, I'm outta here! I didn't sign up for this s**t!" And with that, he disappeared into the nearest alleyway.
The second thug was too busy being rushed by Jerome to really pay much attention to the Gyrados, and landed with a grunt. He jumped back up pretty quick though and feinted to one side before aiming another punch at Jerome's face.
The leader of the trio duo staggered back a couple steps when the large water-type appeared, but his mouth formed a flat line as he pulled a gun out of his pocket, aimed it at the Gyrados's face, and fired several times in rapid succession.
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The splashing and frantic gasping sounds continued down in the water.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:35 pm
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Bro' blinked when the one he was advancing on suddenly ran off. He hung in the air for a couple of seconds, staring off at the fleeing man, before his arms dropped to his sides in disappointment. The ghost swiveled around, giving the Gyrados a frown, throwing his arms into the air at him as if to say "Really?!" Then crossed his arms, pouting.
Jerome was able to land alright himself, and though it was not nearly as beautifully executed as he usually did, was back up on his feet though a roll and advancing the man again, taking the hit again, though this time able to move his shoulder into it. and throwing his elbow widely toward the man's gut. There wasn't anything pretty about this fighting, gritty brawling. Thats how it usually ended up though. Get the job done as quickly as he could, so he could get to his team mate.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:56 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:43 pm
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