"Knowledge is power but power is nothing but bad politics."
Maya's shopping tendencies over food were only equivalent to fashion divas in the sense that she could smell bargains and bartering. Ethan watched her with amusement, smiling at her natural banter with the Feborough street vendors.
"And I'm telling you Papaya seeds are spicier than the fruit!" she was shouting. "Haven't you done Chemistry 1-2?"
"Don't you mean Home Ec?" spat the man joyfully. He was laughing, crushing the pulpy spikes underneath his rolling pin "I don't know what class you took little girl but the seeds are tangy like orange juice, not the peppery flare. You want to make tamales, you need better than that!"
"I don't want to make tamales you deaf fart," Maya practically shrieked, laughing raucously at him. "I need some spice for Mama's omelets, not a lecture on what you think cooking is. Dear Zekrom can you jabber!" Ethan shook his head and ducked away from the stand, Azea wrapped around his arm with all the strength of a leech. Ethan did not complain. It was better than him sweeping around and stealing berries from passerby. That would be rather amusing though. He didn't glance twice at Maya, knowing she'd be better off than him. He wasn't a fan of haggling. His idea was to simply pay the man and go most of the time. Unless it was overpriced of course, then he would have some fun.
Azea buzzed something in his ear as he wandered the stalls. Kumiho followed the gaze, the look resting on a man showing off bright red devices. He wondered what they were. The man's voice suddenly boomed over them. "Kid!" Ethan almost screeched in pain, his ears twitching madly and Azea's grip on his arm tightened. He could feel the circulation in his arm being cut off horribly, making him briefly think of amputation. But the man who had left his stall took no notice of the pair and was instead facing a girl with a smirk on her face. "A pretty face doesn't replace money," he commented. "Those are some valuable objects you and your squirts are holding there. Aren't you going to cough up and pay?" He sounded amused, as if wondering why someone would dare to attempt to take his fine work.
"Ah shut up Tai, you cheapskate," the girl barked, a Poochyena at her side growling and barking amusedly at them. "Like these trashbins even work anyhow! You're just scammin' us good working people!"
"Working people?" Tai repeated with a soft, almost predatory smile. "My dear you are doing no work other than steal from these poor souls who have a living to maintain. I do not believe that's work."
"You businessmen do it," the girl retorted coolly, flipping blond locks back.
"Excuse me," Ethan interrupted calmly, strolling in between the pair. "As entertaining as this is there must be a settlement at some point. How about a battle, two-on-two? Winner gets that device. And if I win you return the rest and if you lose we walk." Ethan was tempted to give harsher conditions, colder ones. But he wouldn't. The device was probably worthless anyway.
The girl grinned and Tai frowned. Shrewd was probably what he was thinking about. He wouldn't win much out of this deal but it was that or nothing likely. "Sounds cool to me kid," sneered the girl. Looking at her closer revealed her to have been roughly seventeen, dressed in the most outlandishly dark "gang" outfits Ethan had probably ever glimpsed. She reminded him of a priest. "M' name's Chiyo. Remember it when m' Poochyena gets through you. Poochyena Howl!"
The golden and black puppy charged forward and howled triumphantly, even though the battle hadn't even started. He launched himself at the floating Azea, who soared up and flew, diving down to tackle the Poochyena into the ground.
"Raising morale is all well and good," Ethan murmured. "But does it help our defense any?" Ethan watched for a moment and called out. "Supersonic!" Azea took a deep breath and released sharply painful screeches from his mouth, the shreeing making Ethan cover his ears again. Chiyo winced and Poochyena yowled, moving his head this way and that to ignore the disturbing noises. In his confusion and pain he bit his tail and tumbled to the ground, picking up sand. Azea frowned and yelped as he got hit in the eyes, rolling through the air in pain. Do a barrel roll? Ethan thought abruptly as Azea steadied his flight pattern again.
"Dia! Diadele." Nice! I can do better. Poochyena, still disoriented, heard his voice as a garbled mess and growled, leaping to tackle him out of the sky. Instead he was met with a flurry of punches from the hyper Ledian. Poochyena bounced down to his feet, leaping again and successfully knocking him out of the air. Azea bounced and tried to get back into the sky, only to be met with an attack from another Pokemon, a Skiploom. Azea groaned and mumbled. "Dialerele…." Was I just hit by Splash…?
Ethan grinned at Chiyo, who looked at him in bemusement. "Not fair…" Ethan whined in an almost sing-song manner, taking out Sear's ball and sending it flying, hitting the Skiploom in the face. Chiyo glowered as the fiery monkey appeared, Sear rolling his eyes visibly.
"Sear pan pan…" Another battle huh… "Pansear pan!" More people to BURN! Skiploom ignored him, spreading a purple spread of powder.
"Ember! Destroy the Poisonpowder!" Sear didn't need to be told twice, letting out belches of tiny flames and barely cartwheeling to avoid the rest. Unfortunately some landed in Azea's breathing space and the little bug breathed it in and coughed, looking ill. Ethan sighed a bit and looked at the smirking Chiyo with a roll of the eyes. "And I thought I was a trickster…"
"No one's as good as I am!" she boasted. "Tackle guys!" The two Pokemon moved, leaping toward Sear now, who extended his claws slightly and began to tear at Poochyena's face. The pup yelped and whined, nose bleeding. Growling, he leaped again… straight into the weakened punches of a poisoned Azea. Dropping, Azea panted then picked up Sear, flying him up towards Skiploom and dropping him like a hot potato.
Ethan hesitated, about to command, but shrugged. He had figured for cheap tricks; he enjoyed those, like this. "Supersonic!" Pansear glanced at Ethan in disbelief and slight horror as the blast of annoying sound burst through the air, confusing them all. Ethan chuckled derisively as Sear sent Embers all over the stalls, causing screeches of surprise and fear. Ethan snorted a little and whistled. "Azea grab Sear's arms and fly up with him! Before the poison gets too bad." Azea looked at him hazily before nodding and grabbing him, Sear still sending Embers in every direction. Skiploom hit the ground only to get knocked up again by a wild Poochyena. Ethan snorted again at Chiyo's face. "Okay Azea drop him. Now Comet Punch the Poochyena." Azea obeyed weakly, dropping the freaked out Pansear on top of Skiploom, who let out a pained cry.
Ethan sighed inwardly. Blackie has good defense and average offense, Azea great offense but bad defense, and Sear is well-rounded. I wonder who I will find next…
Azea moved toward Poochyena, the pup snapping at the air in bewilderment and likely a ringing in its ears. "Ledia…" Your friend's poison hurt… Balling up all six of his fists in a last ditch effort at power, he charged himself forward and tackled him into the air, punching as quickly as he could. Poochyena hit the ground and rolled, fainted. Azea dropped a second later, breathing raspily. Ethan nodded a little and returned him with gratitude, as much as Ethan felt the emotion anyway. He turned back to Sear, who was shaking his head at the oblivious Skiploom, clearing his ears. Sear screeched in irritation, his normally one-tracked but rational brain replaced with irritation.
"Pan pan pan pan pan SEAR!" Burn burn burn burn burn ALL OF YOU! He swiped at Skiploom, tackled away easily. Bouncing back to his feet, he leaped to burn again, the embers hitting Tai's stall. The man yelped, reaching to put it out and save his wares. Ethan winked at Chiyo's angry sneer.
"Synthesis!" Chiyo shouted. Ethan grinned. Checkmate.
"Ember!" Pansear leaped to obey as Skiploom began to glow in the afternoon sun. Pansear built up a large fireball in his mouth and sent it flying at Skiploom, who finally reacted, rolling in the dirt and screeching before Sear leapt to scratch at her. Ethan raised his Pokeball and returned Sear. He walked toward Chiyo. "Enough of this," he commented lightly, sly smile pulling at his lips. "Return them. All of them."
Chiyo huffed and prepared to attack him herself, only for Maya to appear from virtually normal, her small yet callused hand resting firmly on the other girl's wrist. "I don't recommend that girly girl," Maya whispered quietly. "I'm not much but I'm pretty sure breaking your wrist is something you can't afford to fix right?" The two females scowled at each other and Ethan privately thanked Reshiram that he and Maya were set to be married and not enemies.
The blond stepped back and barked. "Oi, return 'em!"
"But boss," a voice said.
"We lost! Do it!" For a moment there was silence. Then, reluctantly, children shuffled to place the objects back on the singed cart, supervised by a carefully observant Tai. Chiyo stepped forward and placed the odd device in Ethan's hand, glowered, then walked away into the market, the others darting off.
"Anticlimactic," Ethan muttered before turning and dropping money on Tai's cart. "For this," he said simply. "Keep the change." He walked off to join Maya, who picked up her grocery bag with a smirk. He had to go heal his Pokemon now.
(I wanted this to be way different but my weekend decided to derp me up. But I figured I'd get these two a new fight at least lol.)
Maya's shopping tendencies over food were only equivalent to fashion divas in the sense that she could smell bargains and bartering. Ethan watched her with amusement, smiling at her natural banter with the Feborough street vendors.
"And I'm telling you Papaya seeds are spicier than the fruit!" she was shouting. "Haven't you done Chemistry 1-2?"
"Don't you mean Home Ec?" spat the man joyfully. He was laughing, crushing the pulpy spikes underneath his rolling pin "I don't know what class you took little girl but the seeds are tangy like orange juice, not the peppery flare. You want to make tamales, you need better than that!"
"I don't want to make tamales you deaf fart," Maya practically shrieked, laughing raucously at him. "I need some spice for Mama's omelets, not a lecture on what you think cooking is. Dear Zekrom can you jabber!" Ethan shook his head and ducked away from the stand, Azea wrapped around his arm with all the strength of a leech. Ethan did not complain. It was better than him sweeping around and stealing berries from passerby. That would be rather amusing though. He didn't glance twice at Maya, knowing she'd be better off than him. He wasn't a fan of haggling. His idea was to simply pay the man and go most of the time. Unless it was overpriced of course, then he would have some fun.
Azea buzzed something in his ear as he wandered the stalls. Kumiho followed the gaze, the look resting on a man showing off bright red devices. He wondered what they were. The man's voice suddenly boomed over them. "Kid!" Ethan almost screeched in pain, his ears twitching madly and Azea's grip on his arm tightened. He could feel the circulation in his arm being cut off horribly, making him briefly think of amputation. But the man who had left his stall took no notice of the pair and was instead facing a girl with a smirk on her face. "A pretty face doesn't replace money," he commented. "Those are some valuable objects you and your squirts are holding there. Aren't you going to cough up and pay?" He sounded amused, as if wondering why someone would dare to attempt to take his fine work.
"Ah shut up Tai, you cheapskate," the girl barked, a Poochyena at her side growling and barking amusedly at them. "Like these trashbins even work anyhow! You're just scammin' us good working people!"
"Working people?" Tai repeated with a soft, almost predatory smile. "My dear you are doing no work other than steal from these poor souls who have a living to maintain. I do not believe that's work."
"You businessmen do it," the girl retorted coolly, flipping blond locks back.
"Excuse me," Ethan interrupted calmly, strolling in between the pair. "As entertaining as this is there must be a settlement at some point. How about a battle, two-on-two? Winner gets that device. And if I win you return the rest and if you lose we walk." Ethan was tempted to give harsher conditions, colder ones. But he wouldn't. The device was probably worthless anyway.
The girl grinned and Tai frowned. Shrewd was probably what he was thinking about. He wouldn't win much out of this deal but it was that or nothing likely. "Sounds cool to me kid," sneered the girl. Looking at her closer revealed her to have been roughly seventeen, dressed in the most outlandishly dark "gang" outfits Ethan had probably ever glimpsed. She reminded him of a priest. "M' name's Chiyo. Remember it when m' Poochyena gets through you. Poochyena Howl!"
The golden and black puppy charged forward and howled triumphantly, even though the battle hadn't even started. He launched himself at the floating Azea, who soared up and flew, diving down to tackle the Poochyena into the ground.
"Raising morale is all well and good," Ethan murmured. "But does it help our defense any?" Ethan watched for a moment and called out. "Supersonic!" Azea took a deep breath and released sharply painful screeches from his mouth, the shreeing making Ethan cover his ears again. Chiyo winced and Poochyena yowled, moving his head this way and that to ignore the disturbing noises. In his confusion and pain he bit his tail and tumbled to the ground, picking up sand. Azea frowned and yelped as he got hit in the eyes, rolling through the air in pain. Do a barrel roll? Ethan thought abruptly as Azea steadied his flight pattern again.
"Dia! Diadele." Nice! I can do better. Poochyena, still disoriented, heard his voice as a garbled mess and growled, leaping to tackle him out of the sky. Instead he was met with a flurry of punches from the hyper Ledian. Poochyena bounced down to his feet, leaping again and successfully knocking him out of the air. Azea bounced and tried to get back into the sky, only to be met with an attack from another Pokemon, a Skiploom. Azea groaned and mumbled. "Dialerele…." Was I just hit by Splash…?
Ethan grinned at Chiyo, who looked at him in bemusement. "Not fair…" Ethan whined in an almost sing-song manner, taking out Sear's ball and sending it flying, hitting the Skiploom in the face. Chiyo glowered as the fiery monkey appeared, Sear rolling his eyes visibly.
"Sear pan pan…" Another battle huh… "Pansear pan!" More people to BURN! Skiploom ignored him, spreading a purple spread of powder.
"Ember! Destroy the Poisonpowder!" Sear didn't need to be told twice, letting out belches of tiny flames and barely cartwheeling to avoid the rest. Unfortunately some landed in Azea's breathing space and the little bug breathed it in and coughed, looking ill. Ethan sighed a bit and looked at the smirking Chiyo with a roll of the eyes. "And I thought I was a trickster…"
"No one's as good as I am!" she boasted. "Tackle guys!" The two Pokemon moved, leaping toward Sear now, who extended his claws slightly and began to tear at Poochyena's face. The pup yelped and whined, nose bleeding. Growling, he leaped again… straight into the weakened punches of a poisoned Azea. Dropping, Azea panted then picked up Sear, flying him up towards Skiploom and dropping him like a hot potato.
Ethan hesitated, about to command, but shrugged. He had figured for cheap tricks; he enjoyed those, like this. "Supersonic!" Pansear glanced at Ethan in disbelief and slight horror as the blast of annoying sound burst through the air, confusing them all. Ethan chuckled derisively as Sear sent Embers all over the stalls, causing screeches of surprise and fear. Ethan snorted a little and whistled. "Azea grab Sear's arms and fly up with him! Before the poison gets too bad." Azea looked at him hazily before nodding and grabbing him, Sear still sending Embers in every direction. Skiploom hit the ground only to get knocked up again by a wild Poochyena. Ethan snorted again at Chiyo's face. "Okay Azea drop him. Now Comet Punch the Poochyena." Azea obeyed weakly, dropping the freaked out Pansear on top of Skiploom, who let out a pained cry.
Ethan sighed inwardly. Blackie has good defense and average offense, Azea great offense but bad defense, and Sear is well-rounded. I wonder who I will find next…
Azea moved toward Poochyena, the pup snapping at the air in bewilderment and likely a ringing in its ears. "Ledia…" Your friend's poison hurt… Balling up all six of his fists in a last ditch effort at power, he charged himself forward and tackled him into the air, punching as quickly as he could. Poochyena hit the ground and rolled, fainted. Azea dropped a second later, breathing raspily. Ethan nodded a little and returned him with gratitude, as much as Ethan felt the emotion anyway. He turned back to Sear, who was shaking his head at the oblivious Skiploom, clearing his ears. Sear screeched in irritation, his normally one-tracked but rational brain replaced with irritation.
"Pan pan pan pan pan SEAR!" Burn burn burn burn burn ALL OF YOU! He swiped at Skiploom, tackled away easily. Bouncing back to his feet, he leaped to burn again, the embers hitting Tai's stall. The man yelped, reaching to put it out and save his wares. Ethan winked at Chiyo's angry sneer.
"Synthesis!" Chiyo shouted. Ethan grinned. Checkmate.
"Ember!" Pansear leaped to obey as Skiploom began to glow in the afternoon sun. Pansear built up a large fireball in his mouth and sent it flying at Skiploom, who finally reacted, rolling in the dirt and screeching before Sear leapt to scratch at her. Ethan raised his Pokeball and returned Sear. He walked toward Chiyo. "Enough of this," he commented lightly, sly smile pulling at his lips. "Return them. All of them."
Chiyo huffed and prepared to attack him herself, only for Maya to appear from virtually normal, her small yet callused hand resting firmly on the other girl's wrist. "I don't recommend that girly girl," Maya whispered quietly. "I'm not much but I'm pretty sure breaking your wrist is something you can't afford to fix right?" The two females scowled at each other and Ethan privately thanked Reshiram that he and Maya were set to be married and not enemies.
The blond stepped back and barked. "Oi, return 'em!"
"But boss," a voice said.
"We lost! Do it!" For a moment there was silence. Then, reluctantly, children shuffled to place the objects back on the singed cart, supervised by a carefully observant Tai. Chiyo stepped forward and placed the odd device in Ethan's hand, glowered, then walked away into the market, the others darting off.
"Anticlimactic," Ethan muttered before turning and dropping money on Tai's cart. "For this," he said simply. "Keep the change." He walked off to join Maya, who picked up her grocery bag with a smirk. He had to go heal his Pokemon now.
(I wanted this to be way different but my weekend decided to derp me up. But I figured I'd get these two a new fight at least lol.)