That's [Illegal] Okay [Biz] Then. [Riley+Dae+You?]

[Banette]

Honestly, that man was impossible sometimes.

Why? She'd start from the beginning.

After the... slightly awkward... situation in Saffron, once he learned exactly he was, it came to Riley's attention that the city was in the center of four others, separated only by guard posts. Naturally, knowing Vermillion was a port town, somewhere he was quite comfortable being, he took the opportunity to take the brief hike south.

Lulu hadn't been too adamant about the idea, having wanted to see Rota first, which was in directly the opposite direction. Her trainer protested that it was a bit far, and that Rota wasn't going to run away on them any time soon. They would definitely see it later.

However, when she tried to protest that they had all the time in the world, and why exactly did he think Vermilion wasn't going to remain there long, she learned that there was some sort of summer festival in the area, featuring the man's two great loves- drinking and shopping. Naturally in his mind, this meant important information that may be beneficial to their training was to be pushed back to fulfill his need for pleasure.

However, arguing had proved futile- when she had tried, her trainer had simply returned the Lucario to her Pokeball and headed straight for the booze tent. After he had sufficiently impaired his judgement, he was out and wandering.

Concerned? Of course she was-- however, she couldn't do much but monitor him from within her Pokeball, unfortunately. Making an attempt at a breakout now could lead to undesired results. So, like flying type of prey, Lulu came to the decision that she would remain in wait until a time came when she was needed to uphold sanity.

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

Back to reality, a wayward drunk toddled into the food court, the fact his face was completely flushed and and his constant giggling told a story just as well as the empty unlabeled bottle in his hand. Tossing it in a nearby trash bin, having tired himself of toting the evidence around with him, the man glanced around, briefly dazed, before his eyes fell on a a giant floating Snorlax.

... Why, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen! The way it blocked out the sunlight in the most ominous way possible... He was dazzled by it!

"...Wooooaaaah!"

... Alas, he noticed then it was tied down. Horrors upon horrors! That poor Pokemon! Hands on his hips, he glared about at the innocent patrons of the food court, giving a small hiccup. How DARE they trap an innocent Pokemon! A rare floating Snorlax no less! It was... inconceivable! He had to help!

"Don't worry! I'LL SAVE YOU!" He called out to the Snorlax, who simply bobbed about joyfully in response. A few people glanced over at him, acknowledging his state of mind before simply ignoring the man. Some eyes lingered longer than others, however, nobody particularly wanted to become involved with this fellow who shifted his eyes about in slight paranoia. He giggled.

"Whoopsie. Kinda loud... Might catch on..."

He then began plotting ways to save this poor floating Snorlax, giggling to himself all the while. My yes, those fiends would never figure out his genius plans until it was too late. He was SURE of it!

... However, he would need an accomplice. A scapegoat. Someone to blame if things went wrong. Where could he find one among the fiends, he wondered? They were all avoiding him. It made him sad...

... No! Personal feelings were NOT to get in the way of rescue work! Clenching his fists, the flustered drunk's expression took a determined spark to it as he stumbled off to look for this scapegoat he so needed.

For without THE CHOSEN ONE... IT WOULD ALL END IN FAILURE.

... And then he'd feel bad if he had some ice cream afterwards.

[nickbo]

… There were so many choices.

It was overwhelming. Never in his life had he seen that amount of food all the same place. What is this madness, Damion's mind seemed to cry out in shock and yet delight at the same time.

This.
Was.
A FOOOOOOOOD COOOOOOURT~ ♥

It seemed absolutely brilliant at first. Of course this whole event was a massive novelty; after all, something so big never had visited Twinleaf town. Sure, sometimes the cities he visited close by had events but this took the cake; quickly at that! Not even pink abomination attempting to do unsanitary things to his leg could ruin his utter look of joy and amazement.

“Slooooooooooooow...”

… Okay, it could still be a little off-putting though. The blonde's expression of euphoria did break momentarily to twitch as he attempted to sidle away. At least he tried to make it seem discreet anyway; not wanting to kick the Slowpoke off completely. … It was heavy. That was difficult. Plus he couldn't just... Kick it off. Even though...

Nonono, he wasn't going to think about that sorta thing. 'Cause this was fast and awesome so he shouldn't! Damion nodded determinedly, not wanting to think at that moment as he immediately stomped forward with great ENTHUSIASM. This did cause the Sonic to slide off but, eventually, she followed him through the fairground crowd albeit slowly. After all, she seemed to... Uh, 'like' him. The blonde himself didn't really know how to explain it. But she obeyed him sometimes, right? That was what mattered he was sure. He was sure Sonic could be fast! Damion was sure he was fast, no matter what!

… At least he had thought so. After a freakish amount of time glancing around, clearly this was... This was slow!

There were too many choices.

This just stopped the whole process! Damion wasn't eating, like he was sure he was supposed to be, he was just trying to decide! This was like... A plot or something! A plot against the whole idea of speed! It was dastardly! The blonde wanted to cry out in horror but someone else did so sufficiently for him:

"Don't worry! I'LL SAVE YOU!"

U-um, not his exact words... Nor did it sum up the situation usually, though it had the right amount of horror. Actually so they kinda threw him off. The adolescent had been sufficiently sulking about how long it was taking and broken out of that by the loud call. He couldn't help but turn around, blinking startled at... A man.

Who was giggling or something. Damion's poor, short attention span couldn't help but be instantly distracted by this odd sight, after all, men weren't supposed to giggle right? Why did he giggle then? The blue person looked kinda shifty doing that... But...

No, Damion was just confused ever more. His mind immediately went off food and concentrated on the kinda weird, possibly slow man; he even ignored the Slowpoke that was beginning to rub against his leg! People around the man just seemed rather dismissive for some reason which only served to puzzle Damion further? Wasn't the man trying to save something? Wasn't that a heroic, fast act?

Well... Damion wasn't even sure what the man was doing, yeah. Was it something fast? He didn't even know. He was curious! He wanted to find out and... Um...

Ask if the man was okay.

Should he? Caring about people didn't seem like a very fast thing to do but Damion did anyway... Sorta. W-well that didn't matter. It's not like anyone would see him if he just... Well, asked the man if he was alright. Even if it was slow. The blonde, however, had forgotten the massive goal of food as he attempted to approach the stumbling man with the Pedopoke stalking behind him. He was still hesitant about it but, still, he still clearly his throat somewhat nervously (not before taking a swift glance around to check anyone he knew was there) and asked, "U-um... Are you okay?"

Damion was just making sure! For the sake of speed!

[Banette]

While he had been stumbling about, minding his own business, a yellow kid with a creepy... thing tailing him had walked up to him. He gave the kid a small smile, pleased that he was no longer alone. But this yellow child was nervous. Why was he nervous? He shouldn't be. Then he spoke. Riley mulled this over briefly, his expression still vacant and a nice shade of red before he quickly came to a conclusion:

HE HAD BEEN APPROACHED AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!

.... Waaait a minute. What was this child?...

Nevertheless, he wouldn't deny the child an answer to his question.

"Errrm. I'mma fiiiine. Ayu--hic!" He grinned sheepishly, before glancing back at the Snorlax and frowning. It was then it hit him. COULD THIS CHILD BE THE SCAPEGOAT HE HAD SEARCHED FOR FOR ALL OF FIVE SECONDS?

... THERE WOULD NEED TO BE A TEST FIRST. If he was truly the chosen one, he would care about the cause once he had been sufficiently learned about it. So, pointing in the direction of the poor, innocent floating Snorlax, he explained.

"Buuuuut, thaaa floaty Snorlaxx isn't. These FIENDS tied him down so he can't escaaape ." The voice came as a bit of a whine as he waved his arms about to motion that this entire crowd was made of fiends- which it was- and looked back at the yellow child, blinking.

... Well, there wasn't much else he could do right now but wait for an answer.

[nickbo]

“Fine?”

There was a skeptical frown. Damion didn't believe that completely of course! Who hiccuped after they said they were fine!? It just didn't make sense, did it? Hiccups didn't seem very good... Whatever they were anyway. They weren't good, were they?

The blonde still felt a bit odd staring towards the weird adult. W-well yes weird he guessed? Not fast certainly; it took ages for the man to reply! He felt himself getting impatient, a hand trailing up to his scarf to fiddle with it. Somewhat out of nervousness too; i-it was still weird walking up to this person, okay? He didn't usually have encounters with that were this long with such... U-um, weird people.

He did glance up to the balloon, still skeptical though. As Riley continued though, his expression changed. You know what happened when 'fiend' was mentioned?

Bam!

“No way!”

Yes way apparently. His orange eyes trailed over the float in utmost horror. W-well... It didn't make sense! They were tying a balloon down after all, right?

They weren't meant to do that! Damion was sure you were supposed to walk around with them, right? O-or at least move... Balloons weren't supposed to be still! Even if they were that big shouldn't they have least been moving? The blonde probably wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been pointed out actually.

… Yes, he wouldn't have noticed a massive balloon of the slowest Pokemon ever. That part didn't matter though! Fiends shouldn't be allowed to slow something down, inanimate or not. Besides, maybe that was why the man was kinda acting weird? Perhaps if he'd be healed if the Snorlax was released!

“Y-you're right, they are fiends!”

Damion was a little hesitant at first but soon enough he got caught up in his own enthusiasm, nodding furiously as he continued rather gullibly, “It should be moving! It should be fast!”

“IT SHOULD BE FREE~”

[Banette]

This yellow child... HE UNDERSTOOD!

YES!! Y-E-S-EXCLAMATION MARK EXCLAMATION MARK!

HE HAD FOUND THE CHOSEN ONE! The excitement of it all to his impaired mind motivated him to speed up, slurring his words a bit as he spoke.

"EXACTLY! I'm sure if it could escape and be free it would be totally BADASS and fast and stuff like thaaaat~!" He chortled, matching the boy's enthusiasm with his own, before suddenly falling silent, frowning. Shifting his eyes about upon the fiends wandering about back and fourth, he spoke quietly so only his new scapegoat could hear.

...Of course, quiet to him was just a regular tone of voice at the moment, but that didn't seem to deter him in the least.

"But these fiends who tied the Snorlax dowwwn... They have MIND POWERS that keep anyone from tryin' ta help the Snorlax. So I think you're like... the chosen one or somethin'." He declared, poking Damion in the chest. "So you're the only one who can help me with this, ya seee?"

This said, Riley removed his gaze from the yellow boy back to the floating Snorlax and folding his arms. How WAS he going to free it anyway?...

Those fiends, they were constantly watching, staring, SLURPING THEIR DRINKS IN A VERY THREATENING MANNER. HE WAS THREATENED. VERY THREATENED INDEED. OH, HOW THEY SAT THERE, STARING INTO HIS SOUL, LIKE A FISH THAT WAS READY TO STRIKEEEEEE....

... But that was beside the point. He was assured, with the chosen one's cooperation, his genius plan would not fail. At all. IT WAS FOOLPROOF!

... He just had to figure out what it was. Finding his thoughts muddled by the MIND POWERS of the fiends, he gave a small huff of frustration. Damn them! He wouldn't let this stop him if he could help it- that Snorlax's social life was depending on his genius plan!

He was quiet for a moment, before looking back at Damion, frowning. Perhaps the chosen one/scapegoat would know? After all, he WAS the chosen one.

"... Any ideas how to free it though? Their mind powers aren't letting me thiiiink."

[nickbo]

Oh! The man seemed to get more passionate over the Snorlax! By passionate Damion meant faster of course; already he had only agreed and the man was quicker, even if the other still did speak funny. The trainer stood, his attention rapt on the man as he returned to his normal tone of voice quietened mysteriously and sekritly, causing him to only listen more.

“M-mind powers!?”

The blonde exclaimed it excitably at first but soon that biting sceptical feeling started to come back. Really? Mind powers? Well... Pokemon could do something like that, but with humans here? It seemed a little weird... But he didn't want to sceptical? After all, why would this man lie? He was kinda shady, sure, but not weird enough to be a liar!

Once again, however, words changed things. Words that were accompanied by a prod anyway.

Chosen one.

Already his eyes begun to shine and sparkle at the thought. An awed breath escaped him as Damion blinked up towards Riley, an expression of pure, innocent glee on his face. So maybe the poke to the chest was irritating, the trainer didn't care!

HE WAS THE CHOSEN ONE~ ♥

“The only one to help you? Reallyreally?”

The poor blonde was caught up in his excitability too. He was bouncing even, apparently too giddy to stay still. But how could he stay still!? He was chosen or whatever! A small part of him wanted to point out that, well, the man hadn't been very believable or specific. That, however, was the obscenely slow part that got trampled under all the other faster, cooler parts.

Damion himself found himself glancing up at the Snorlax. They were going to free that! They really were! His mind actually hadn't focused on well... How to. It had just sort of rushed to the 'AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOOOOOME' stage already and when Riley mentioned it he could only blink.

“W-well... Um...” he stuttered, trailing off. Where the mind powers really that dastardly? Scepticism was desperate to bite back again but the blonde let himself think deeply and focus on other things. He was the chosen after all so he couldn't the the shady man down, right? “They're stopping you think? It's just that... Balloons aren't usually slowed down by that much, right? There'd only be a few things tying it down...”

“If those are cut it will be just be free and fast, right?” Damion said, once again growing excited with the idea. After all that was what they were supposed to accomplish and he couldn't help but be so! The blonde couldn't help but bounce in anticipation, quite unaware of the many things that could go awfully wrong if they didn't succeed or even if they did.

[Banette]

YES! THE SCAPEGOAT/CHOSEN ONE/YELLOW CHILD WAS A GENIUS! Why, why stop at just one? He possessed multiple genii!

"Yeah, you're right!" The man replied with a somewhat crooked grin, still quite under the effects of the MIND POWERS. Regardless, he seemed to look as excited as the boy.

"I suppose we could split the job and kinda use our Pokemon to cut the ropes?.." He stated, scratching his chin. Perhaps he was thinking out loud, though his expression was otherwise fairly blank, making it difficult to tell. He then shot a glance down towards the pedopoke Sonic, keeping his gaze on the creepy pedo-ish COMPLETELY NORMAL Slowpoke for a moment before looking up at Damion, blinking.

"Erm... Does ya got other Pokemon? I don't think your pink thingy can cut rope too well. It got no claws."

While it was still fairly above the mass of MIND POWER CLOUDINESS in his mind, he managed to fumble about in the pocket of his jacket a moment, retrieving a Pokeball. Rolling it around between two fingers a moment, he managed to enlarge the capsule and pointed the pokeball to the sky, letting it release. ... Lulz.

In a flash of white light came a mass of muscle coated in pale blue scales, deep red wings protruding from it's shoulderblades allowing it to keep from crushing it's trainer as it instead soared above the two briefly with a triumphant roar, a few flames spilling from open jaws. The dragon then promptly keeled over into a speedy dive, swooping down and landing with a dull thud on the ground beside his trainer.

"Heheh. This is Dio. He's gonna help us." The man grinned and scratched the Salamence behind it's fin-like horns contentedly, looking at the Pokemon as if expecting an answer. Dio leaned into the touch contentedly, also observing the man's condition before nodding with a toothy grin, seeming amused enough.

"Saaaalm."

[nickbo]

"I-I'm right?"

Damion hadn't really thought that... Well, saying the idea would be a massive deal but the man got really excited! He really couldn't help but get hopelessly determined, nodding as Riley started to plan.

"Split the job?" the blonde repeated still, even programming the other parts of the sentence. That would be better, yeah, but... The strange man voiced Damion's concern shortly afterwards.

What about Sonic?

The adolescent cast an eye down to the pink Pokemon that had already begun to rub against him again. O-okay, that was kinda off-putting yeah and he did shudder slightly, attempting to push the pink abomination away. It was just that... He didn't really have a Pokemon with claws! There was the green thing, sure, but that didn't even have arms! Its attacks probably wouldn't be able to, um, even break a rope but that didn't matter! Sonic could try something and Damion was sure the pink abomination was powerful even if a little... Uh, slow. Only a tiny bit. The blonde would insist he was working on the speed.

"I-I'm sure she'll cut rope! Sonic's kinda weird or something but she's still quick! P-plus I don't really have any pokemon with claws so..." he murmured but still nodded indignantly, determination flaring up. The Slowpoke even glanced up (albeit very slowly) at the mention of her name, the blank stare trailing over who her prey trainer was speaking to. The look remained on the man continuously, only one sound escaping her.

"Slooooowwwwww..."

Damion attempted to ignore it anyway; a distraction came quick enough to get him off the matter of the obscenely pink Pokemon. The new distraction, of course, came in the form of the giant dragon.

"AWESOMEAWESOMEAWEEEESOME!"

It escaped him so quickly but instantly the blonde was practically mesmerized by the flight of the dragon. Oh the fanboy sparkles, oh the fangirl squeal. But look at it!

IT WAS A MUTHAFUCKIN' DRAGON! >:D

"That's sosososo faaaast!"

It was! Damion almost stumbled back when it landed with the thud and still he looked absolutely amazed. It was the man's! He obviously wasn't slow anymore! The adolescent bounced forwardly eagerly originally though paused, a little too intimidated to approach completely. After all... Mutha fuckin' dragons were kinda scary! Not that he was scared or anything, pssch. Still, the excitement and desire to left forward just left him bouncing and shifting on his feet.

"With that we'll be unstoppable!"

[Banette]

"Yeah! No fiend with any sense would dare get in the way of our awesome-fast saving mission now!"

With a small hiccup, Riley cheered along with the boy, clenching his free hand into a fist. Ironic how he says this while the situation in general formed by the odd pair hardly makes any true sense in itself..

..However, they DID have an excuse.

They were awesome and fast like that, of course.

At being addressed by the eerie pink pedophile Slowpoke close to the yellow child's foot, the man merely raised an eyebrow. He then pointed a finger at the Pokemon and gave his reply. "No you."

The man's own Pokemon, in the mean time, not entirely used to this fangirling from children, gave a small snort, a small tendril of smoke rising from each nostril. However, the MUTHAFUCKIN' DRAGON seemed to be glowing from the attention in a figurative sense, and gave a delighted roar to show this.

"SAAAALAMENCE!"

Riley then forced his gaze away from the Slowpoke to hush his Salamence, who's noise could TOTALLY RUIN THE SECRET PLANNING SESSION, turning back to Damion. "Yeah, I hear ya. Wellll..." He paused, scratching the back of his head, the smile ever present.

"If you think she can cut rope, I bet she can then!"

With that, he turned on his heel, and began walking a few steps toward the balloon. It was then he looked around in a somewhat shifty way, turned, and beckoned for his Pokemon and the boy to follow.

"We're totally gonna have to blend in for this.. Like... ninjas! Yeah, ninjas."

[nickbo]

"Yeah, no fiend will be able to stop our speed!"

The blonde managed to cheer the words and though the bouncing had stopped he was still incredibly eager. Heck, he even pumped his fists in the anticipation, clearly overjoyed that this was happening. Well it was action after all! It was awesome!

The Slowpoke by his side, however, could only continue staring up again. The 'No you' seemed to have no effect on her haunting stare as her tail slowly dragged across the ground. Perhaps there was a slight irritation as her trainer was ignoring her - despite her attention-grabbing, unsanitary acts - and instead still in awe of the MUTHAFUCKIN' dragon.

Yes. Even as it snorted Damion squealed, his eyes practically alight with utter amazement. The roar made him bounce. Yes, he had gotten back to the bouncing. Yeah, it was still hella intimidating but the fact it was hella cool seemed to override that. The blonde wanted a Pokemon like that! Something cool, massive, fast... Something better then a pedophile Slowpoke anyway. S-she could still cut rope though! At least he thought she could anyway... It couldn't be that hard, right? As the older man begun walking down Damion could only follow, a little slow at first due to the massive pink abomination creeping up along his leg but after a few good shakes it slipped off. Hence only it followed him as the blonde stumbled after, intent on listening carefully to Riley's every word.

"Like ninjas?"

He breathed the sentence in an excited squeal. It was actually quiet though; somehow the blonde had managed to program the whole ninja deal meant at least some silence however. Damion would have paused in slight thought had it not been for the fear of slowing this SRS BIZ down or the fact the Slowpoke would latch itself on him again.

"Blend in? ... Uh, how do I blend in?" he could only repeat, feeling slightly startled. Blending in wasn't fast! This wasn't what he had signed up for! D:

BEING A CHOSEN ONE WAS DIFFICULT.

[Banette]

How to blend in? He wasn't entirely sure of his own phrasing himself in his current state of mind, having said it. Not that he could be any more flushed if he tried- the mind powers seemed to have some perks to them. Scratching the back of his head, hiccuping again, he made an attempt to explain what exactly it was to "blend in".

"Uhm.... I guess you just kinda.. look badass and stuff?"

He gave a nod, satisfied with his explanation before attempting to follow through with his claim to badassery. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he glanced about through glassy, half-lidded eyes, attempting to look nonchalant as he strolled towards the balloon. He WAS serious business, and there was no fiend out there that could tell him otherwise. Drunken logic prevented it.

His Pokemon, knowing quite well the meaning of "blending in", licked his lips and picked up the pace until he strolled alongside his trainer. Cheerfully playing along with the serious image, Dio narrowed his eyes and allowed his knife-like fangs to be slightly exposed to the general public, wings folded at his flanks.

Regardless if they were truly blending in or not, they seemed to give off a slightly intimidiating air about them, and the crowd seemed to steer clear of them once more for fear the giant beast may decide to make a snack out of an innocent passerby.

Once again, Riley found himself biting at his bottom lip and swallowing sadness due to feeling lonely.

But no! He wasn't alone! He had his Salamence and the CHOSEN ONE on his side. Smirking slightly, he lightly ran his fingertips over the scales of the Salamence marching beside him.

Nobody could stop them now!