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Ska cleared his throat. "Vocal autograph? Anything for a fan." He leaned forward into the mic as asked. "I said wanna help me get WMD's for all the riches in the world nyyyyahhhh~"

He licked the x-transceiver. If one was looking closely, they might notice the tip of his tongue actually phase through the device. Ska reeled back when it sparked, and a short wisp of smoke bellowed upwards.

"Whoa mate, you tryin' to kill me with that thing or what? Well, if you still want that autograph we can do it the old fashioned way."

"Aw, dude! What the hell?" Wayne cried, quickly unlatching his Xtransceiver
as it started to spark and smoke. He held onto it loosely, the screen warping
into strange colours as the circuitry behind it fried.

An autograph? Wayne felt a twinge of anger. That did it!

"Get him, Salieri! Mega Punch!"

((Wayne: I mean, you practically licked me and I haven't even known you for five minutes. What kind of pirate are you?))

Driftveil City: Streets

Salieri was so happy to comply with Wayne's request that she didn't even notice him giving her trainer commands. "My pleasure," she snarled, rolling up her sleeve and taking a few steps forward. Until her feet became surprisingly heavy.

She looked down. Blacksheep had pinned down her shoes with a heavy does of Cotton Spore. The densely packed cotton weighed her down, slowing her pace. "We're not allowed to fight in this city, Salieri."

Blacksheep floated next to her trainer and rose her arms up. The cotton dispersed from Sal's shoes and blew away in the breeze. Moze frowned. "I gave Clay my word."

Ska spit to his side. "Your brother's more sagely than I thought. Must be the robes."

Salieri glared at her brother over her shoulder. Clay's ban had been misplaced unfairly, and Ska was right in front of them being a nuisance. If it had been someone else, Salieri would have ignored them and continued on to give the pirate what he had coming.

Moze had been against her getting into fights for years. She couldn't disappoint him right in front of his face. After all the times he had taken care of her wounds, hid her battles from their dad, and helped her out of rough spots, to ignore his plea now would be a slap in his face.

She refocused her glare on Ska, who still had on that cocky grin. "You'd be best off puttin' that anger into something constructive, girly. Have you tried piracy lately? I heard there's a pretty rough crew around these parts lookin' for good recruits. People like you."

Every word he said fueled her fire. She felt like steam was going to spout from her ears. But she did her best to contain it, turning her anger from hot to cold. "People like me are gonna-be's, not wanna-be's."

"Sure they are." Ska rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a toy eyepatch like the one he gave Kari earlier in the day. He tossed it to Wayne. "It's no autograph, but you can't deny it's a classic souvenir."

Driftveil City: Gate

"Hey, buddy."

Nowell approached Hiba, looking side to side urgently for something before turning his attention back to the muscle bound youth. "Have you seen a Native Unovan girl with a long braid and some brown haired kid fly by here on a Duosion recently?"

He shifted his backpack straps. The question was pretty specific. Unless there happened to be another Native Unovan girl and brown haired guy flying by on a Duosion recently. Then it would truly be a small world.

Ska looked down at the toy on the ground, reached into his pocket and pulled out another one. "How about you girly?" he asked, tossing the eyepatch to Sal. "Something to remember me by."

Salieri caught, stretched it out, and flicked it back at him. It was the closest she could currently get to hitting him until she found a way to circumvent the probation. "I'll pass."

She walked after Wayne. "C'mon Moze, let's get out of here."

Moze kept his eyes on Ska. The pirate captain was casual about his petty villainy, but even more casual about his longterm goals. It was confidence. Perhaps too much, but Moze couldn't help thinking that Ska had a way of backing up his idle boasts. Someone like that could be far more dangerous than an upfront enemy.

Slowly he turned and walked after Salieri. Ska closed one eye and aimed the eyepatch Sal had just returned at the back of her head. "Really. I insist."

Ska launched the eyepatch at her. Moze's eyes widened. Something wasn't right about that.

He spun his staff and blocked the eyepatch. It didn't flutter to the ground like it should have. It connected with a solid THWACK, sending a vibration running down the staff to Moze's arm. He almost dropped it in surprise.

Sal looked back in time to see the eyepatch fall to the ground normally, but registered what had just occurred. "Haaaahahahaha! I like you lot! This is gonna be a fun time, I can feel it in my bones."

Still laughing, Ska turned and left the other direction. Sal watched him until he was out of sight. "What a...what a....arrrrgh!" She pulled at her hair. "I'm gonna kick his a**!"

"Zeraaaa~shashasha! Ease up See-Sal, he's not even here anymore." Moze pointed excitedly at a food vendor in the nearby marketplace. "Those noodles look delicious." He did love his noodles. Besides, ordering food to go came with the advantage of being able to eat it anywhere.

Driftveil Ctiy:

Hiba didn't break his gaze towards the gate, nor did he stop bouncing his leg as he contemplated how to get Tk to stop fighting Plasma and FLF. Instead he lifted a muscled arm and Pointed in the direction Salieri, Wayne, and Moze where.

"You see a Kid with messy Silver hair?" he mumbled. Still not looking up. Although he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just to mentally focused at that particular moment. He was better at acting on impulse and feeling. Not contemplating the right course of action. A lot like the girl Nowell was currently looking for.

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Driftveil drawbridge:

Tk threw Azuncena a glare from behind. He hated it when people older than him brushed him off. That and the fact that Henrietta was almost completely ignoring him was starting to put him in a foul mood.

'Chill, Let the little things roll off...'

He reminded himself as he turned to Robby.

"Ill get some for ya Robby" Tk said, jogging a several feet away before releasing Saria, His mother's Skarmory from her Ball. "could you get me close to those ducklet?" Tk asked as Skarmory took off to the skies.

The metallic Bird sore'd soundlessly into a flock of the Ducklet. Not long after three Pokeballs fell from the sky, bouncing with metallic thunks as they landed at Robby's feet.

"That enough?" The youth asked as Saria glided down and held her place in the sky a few feet away from Robby. It wasn't a secret that Tk was much better at catching Pokemon than training them.

As he progressed in the art of Capoeira as well as free running and parkour. He was kinesthetically learning how the body moved. what actions it had to take to get the right string of moments. Something he took away from training with Jump was too look for a loop in you opponents movements, and there laid there weak spot.

If you could incorporate that into a Pokemon battle, it became easier to direct attacks that would land critically. Same held true for capturing Pokemon.

((Totally had a banjo first, by the way.))

Azucena frowned at Takamaru's response. (since she was walking backwards)

"Everyone's in a bad mood, huh?" She could imagine why, N had stabbed them in the back and left. It probably wasn't a very good feeling that they were left with.

"How about some music?" Azucena said as she released Ervin and then gave him his banjo and he began to strum the cords as they went on.

((I know a guy who has both a ukulele and a banjo. He's the one my mum left
my dad/our family for, so I sort of hate him. Oh well.

My copy of Alloy of Law showed up, so now I'm torn between reading that and
doing uni work. I think it's a pretty demanding debate; up there with the death
penalty and abortion.))



"Me too," Wayne said as he was waiting. He'd probably need to get his old
pokémon back before his team would be strong enough to go pro. It would have
to be done in baby steps: first topple the evil organisation, then go around
winning tournaments.

"Hey, does anyone know if they've finished building that big tournament stadium
around here yet? I remember the construction started a while ago." Wayne
couldn't see anything from here, but he knew that Moze had spent time on
rooftops. Maybe he'd spotted something?

"I mean, it's not like any of us can compete," he said, "Unless we feel like
sticking around for the several days it'd take to realistically finish a tournament."

Wayne, too, had to quickly slurp down his noodles. He looked at Sal with
wide eyes. It was kind of an awkward subject.

"Err, he looks like one of those porno guys," Wayne said as he put more
noodles in his mouth. He hesitated, quickly adding, "Not that I would know
what those look like, of course."

For some reason, the noodles didn't taste as good now. Imagining Clay as a
porn actor might have had something to do with it.

"So," he said to Moze, "Is this beach any good? I've been to beaches before
and they were essentially made up of bigass stones and stuff with like, no
sand."

He still had to get Ronin to a pokémon centre. While the pokéball kept his
wounds in stasis, the Hitmonlee wouldn't be able to battle or even train until
he had treatment. It could wait until later though. Wayne wanted to explore
for a bit first; he'd barely even stopped in Driftveil in the past.