* ONE / HIT

WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME 

{一人で}➺ The voice is SUDDEN AND UNEXPECTED. It almost makes her jump. She’d already felt awkward enough as it was, INTERRUPTING OTHER CUSTOMER’S TIME IN THE CAFE, but the words bring a look of surprise to her features. Associate? This man was DEFENDING HER DESPITE THE TWO NEVER HAVING MET, and it took her a brief second to compose herself. Despite the sudden help, SHE REMAINS SILENT AS THE MANAGER LOOKS AT THE MAN AND APPEARS APOLOGETIC. 

                                           “Y-Your associate? I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to be rude, but you should know it’s just as rude to lie about where you come from. Rareita isn’t a place that exists and to claim to be a Champion from such a place is preposterous! However I… will not deny her service any longer. You may come order at the counter, I’ll have someone serve you.”

{一人で}➺ Six watches in SHEER AWE AS THE WOMAN WALKS AWAY. The champion has to take a moment to shake her head and regain herself once more to look at the man beside her who’s come to her aide. HE WAS TERRIFYING AND INTIMIDATING, but she nervously sighed. Her voice is soft, barely able to be heard as she looks down, her eyes being FIXATED ON THE FLOOR IN SHAME.

{再び行った}➺ “Thank ya, sir. I’m sorry ta be of trouble, I… lost my appetite anyways, I’ll… go…”

THE TWO HAD NEVER met prior to this encounter, but Ginji wouldn’t allow this woman to be wrongfully ridiculed by the manager of this establishment. Regardless of Rareita’s existence being the truth or a lie, Ginji had to step in before the authorities were called. Unfortunately people had already pulled out their Rotom phones, promptly ceasing when the elder male glared from the corner of his eye.

❝..My apologies that you had to deal with such a rude individual. The fact that no-one came to your aid is infuriating, but that’s unfortunately how most people are.❞

A brief period of silence before Six spoke up, her words prompting a look of concern to adorn his features. To think she had come here for relaxation and was now considering leaving in a worse-off state she’d been in prior.

          Darleech - a one of a kind pokemon, rarely found by people. Those who do find it, however, often don’t live to tell the tale. They say it’s like a predator of the night, hiding in the shadows and striking when their prey was alone. Luckily for him, however, it was mid-day and she was in no real mood to hunt - but wary of humans as always, she displays the same kind of feral distancing a pokemon with trust issues would display to a completely random stranger.

          Her stare never quite falters when she glowers at him, nor does she even blink. Almost like a puppet, sitting there and watching him to see if he makes any moves. Anything sudden and she’s either on the chase or on the retreat. 

          “ Am Fyuga. “ She meekly says, though her gaze doesn’t even flinch for a second.

          “ Who Yoo? “

POKEMON HAD BECOME A thing of the past. A hobby he partook in during his childhood and early adulthood had grown tiresome to continue, especially after Team Dragon had formed and after the birth of his son. It’s no wonder he couldn’t recall the name, let alone type of the Pokemon before him, even after racking his brain for any semblance of information he’d learned during his youth. 

Eyebrow raises in response to her words, surprised that a Pokemon said something else outside of just their name. 

Upon hearing about this strange group called Team Dragon; Tyrian became rather intrigued and was curious to know what this group was all about. The only downfall was that he had to travel someways that was way farther than what he thought it’d be. 

“So, a certain Ginji Miyoshi is who runs things within Team Dragon? How intriguing… I wonder what he’s like when I meet him.” The Faunus thought aloud to himself, his hand fidgeting with the stinger of his metal prosthetic tail. His golden eyes were focused on his scroll; trying to pass some time by looking up information about Team Dragon and reading over everything he could find.

Once he arrived to where the hideout had been located; Tyrian’s tail slowly unraveled itself from around his waist, keeping his guard up in case anyone tried to attack him as soon as he walked through the entrance.

Checking his surroundings, a smirk appears on his face while he began his search the place for Team Dragon’s leader.

“Now where oh where could this Ginji man be?” 

IT WAS RARE TO have an individual be interested in joining the ranks of Team Dragon. Most individuals don’t succeed in their attempt to join, often leaving Ginji’s establishment with various wounds decorating their form.

There had been reports of a man within Galar with..a tail? One could easily chalk it up to a drunken lie and yet more and more stories of Tyrian began to bubble up from several grunts. An interesting predicament, but not one Ginji was threatened by. 

Yet seeing the man now standing before him brought confusion. How bizarre. A story so absurd that it somehow became completely accurate. Tyrian’s tail was unraveled, prompting Ginji to firmly grasp his sword and tense his form up.