Huh.
This girl was odd.
Her answer wasn't clear. She came here a year ago? For what reason? Further questions were only turned down by a hush motion. It reminded him of something, awhile back.
When she finally seemed sure they had lost the Eevee, Gerald breathed a sigh of relief. "You really saved our skins back th-" The woman swiftly grabbed him by his collar. "There?"
Smashed up against a tree, a knife drawn to his neck: This person was likely not a friend. And was also demanding answers. Name, The reason he was here, and why the Pokemon were going off the slope. "I-I-Ahem, I'm Gerald. Gerald Aster. And my Delphox is June." He tried not being nervous. Well, it's kind of hard to do that when your throat is being threatened. "The reason we are here, is because I was invited to a tournament. It was going great, but then it lead into my third answer." The boy glimpsed at the blade resting near his neck nevously. "It was a scam. When I woke up, I was in these stupid clothes, and some hologram...thing told me, and presumably everyone else who was here for the tourney as well. The Pokemon are infected with a virus that makes them more aggressive and powerful, and they plan on releasing troops on us as well. If a trainer survives a week, we get to live. And some trinkets. It's all prepared by a subsidery of Team Rocket of sorts...bastards. Can you put the knife down now?"
While June was definitely upset at the brutish ways of this woman, her Sceptile was blocking the way. Stubborn bugger was staring at her stick, shaking it's head. The fox would be no match for it in her mentally exhausted state. With a defeated snarl, she stocked away the limb in the recedes of fur on her arms.
She still had one trick up her sleeve though. If this girl slit the mans throat, the Delphox would give her an equally painful death: by burning. Mystical Fire required using magic to take aim. But, remove the Mystical, and your left with Fire, which she could produce on her own.
At the back of the fox's mouth, flames were burning. She could get around the unsuspecting Sceptile, and show the woman why you don't mess with a Delphox's trainer, but perhaps it wouldn't be necessary. Gerald was cooperating, answering her questions. Now, it was time to see the woman's move.
This girl was odd.
Her answer wasn't clear. She came here a year ago? For what reason? Further questions were only turned down by a hush motion. It reminded him of something, awhile back.
When she finally seemed sure they had lost the Eevee, Gerald breathed a sigh of relief. "You really saved our skins back th-" The woman swiftly grabbed him by his collar. "There?"
Smashed up against a tree, a knife drawn to his neck: This person was likely not a friend. And was also demanding answers. Name, The reason he was here, and why the Pokemon were going off the slope. "I-I-Ahem, I'm Gerald. Gerald Aster. And my Delphox is June." He tried not being nervous. Well, it's kind of hard to do that when your throat is being threatened. "The reason we are here, is because I was invited to a tournament. It was going great, but then it lead into my third answer." The boy glimpsed at the blade resting near his neck nevously. "It was a scam. When I woke up, I was in these stupid clothes, and some hologram...thing told me, and presumably everyone else who was here for the tourney as well. The Pokemon are infected with a virus that makes them more aggressive and powerful, and they plan on releasing troops on us as well. If a trainer survives a week, we get to live. And some trinkets. It's all prepared by a subsidery of Team Rocket of sorts...bastards. Can you put the knife down now?"
While June was definitely upset at the brutish ways of this woman, her Sceptile was blocking the way. Stubborn bugger was staring at her stick, shaking it's head. The fox would be no match for it in her mentally exhausted state. With a defeated snarl, she stocked away the limb in the recedes of fur on her arms.
She still had one trick up her sleeve though. If this girl slit the mans throat, the Delphox would give her an equally painful death: by burning. Mystical Fire required using magic to take aim. But, remove the Mystical, and your left with Fire, which she could produce on her own.
At the back of the fox's mouth, flames were burning. She could get around the unsuspecting Sceptile, and show the woman why you don't mess with a Delphox's trainer, but perhaps it wouldn't be necessary. Gerald was cooperating, answering her questions. Now, it was time to see the woman's move.