Unpleasant Encounter leads to....// Sequoyah + Donovan + Vito
The word chase would be a gross exaggeration of Vito’s movements. He kept a reasonable pace around the fleeing nidoran, but he wasn’t putting much effort into his actions. As for the reason he was following the nidoran: to teach the child a lesson. One had to scope out a proper target before actually swiping some cash, and that little thief made a grave mistake going after someone like Vito.
He was surprised, however, by the honchkrow that stood in front of the smaller pokemon as if protecting him. Vito wasn’t airheaded enough to take on a dark type without a proper strategy, so he chose to negotiate. There was another aspect of the pokemon that interesting him: the feathers that covered parts of his skin. Vito never did not possess the feather of a honchkrow, thus he absolutely needed one.
"That little one tried to take something precious of mine. Something very precious. But he was caught," he explained, his voice completely deadpan and without a hint of emotion. "I’m trying to be a good person and teach him that crimes have consequences.
"On a side note, isn’t it mean to call me a creep? So mean~"
The small little Nidoran growled at the Dusknoir- yet he still kept himself hidden among the feathers of the Honchkrow. He feared the ghost type, he also just down right didn’t like the vibe that he gave off. He tugged at the arm of the Honchkrow before pointing a steady finger back at the ghost pokemon.
"You don’t have to teach me anything! Don’t come near me!"
"He took one of my spikes, Donovan!! A person who collects pokemon parts is a damn creep!" The little Nidoran’s spikes bristled and his adrenaline was already flowing. If he really wanted to- he could’ve just tried attacking the Dusknoir itself. No one ever got under the poor Nidoran’s skin like this guy. Especially, this Dusknoir. Ghost types weren’t much of an issue to him but…. Vito was another story entirely…
Donovan stifled a laugh, echoing the phrase "crimes have consequences" in his head. How ironic. The Honchkrow folded his wings into his sides, releasing a breath after hearing both sides of the story. It was the first day in a while that he had gone without some sort of job, and something like this would come up. To begin, he looked down to the little Nidoran that was clung to his arm.
"You tried to take something from this man, did you?" he confirmed, "Well, you are good at pick-pocketing, so props to this guy." Donovan huffed, turning once again to face the Dusknoir. He did take note of Sequoya's readiness to battle in defense of the stolen spike, and almost smiled.
"Stranger- you complain of theft, yet you yourself stole a precious spike right off another being? Sounds a bit hypocritical, if you ask me." he shook his head, scoffing in sort of a mocking manner. It was almost funny; viewing himself as attempting to make peace. However, he was a bit impressed that the ghost type was able to acquire such an item.
