#hostile-heros

The thud resonated loudly through the surrounding floorboards as Pumpkin uses the force to launch xemself into the air.

However, this sign wasn't even needed for the Skeledirge to know that the Shinx was heading at her. She was able to tell the moment Pumpkin even started running. They weren't exactly quiet about it. So as the kid started soaring towards her, she swung up her bulky tail- FUELA used ENDURE!

PUMPKIN used W̵I̷L̴D̴ ̴C̵H̷A̵R̴G̵E̶!

...

PUMPKIN'S RAGE was unleashed.

CONNOR: "Not even giving you a chance. They haven't even seen what you're capable of. Judgemental bastards." He mutters under his breath. Seething with unseen rage.

Meanwhile.

Pumpkin stares at the dust and dirt between the small cracks in the weathered down floorboards of the cafeteria. They are not here right now.

They're somewhere else. Why wouldn't xey be. What's the point. This is the best application xey've made yet and they even have a partner this time. Why did she say no? She read through it all and thought of it but it's because xey're like this so she said no.

Why is it my fault.

Xeir claws sink into their own palm as they clench their fist.

I'M SICK OF BEING TOLD 'NO' FOR BEING ALIVE.

. . . . .

The Skeledirge and Joltmie halt before the teen monkey. Looking down at his smaller stature with a small sense of judgement due to how casually and lack of respect the two were addressed with.

GUILDMASTER: "We were just going to get a snack so we are not particularly busy. Present."

The second the word left her mouth Pumpkin had already pulled out their papers and offered it towards the Guildmaster. Connor quickly following suit.

The usually cheery Pumpkin seems eerily stiff, barely moving or fidgeting like they usually do, still as a statue before them. Connor too feels a vague aura of discomfort and can't help but feel uncomfortable and rigid himself.

The papers are gently passed over and appear to float above the guildmaster's flame-forged hands. The hot air released off of them to float the papers above the hand to avoid the materials from being burnt, it's clear that this being a simple thing to her shows her mastery in fire.

She looks over it each paper, handing once by one to her right-hand man as she's done with them. She has quickly read through them before all the pages are in the Joltmie's hands being sorted back into their original order.

GUILDMASTER: "No."

GUILDMASTER: "It does not matter how many times you submit your application we are not going to accept hazards like you into this guild Stephanie. I hope you understand. Have a nice day."

The Joltmie silently returns the paper to the two before following the Guildmaster who has wandered further down the hall to continue doing what they were originally.

Connor can't help but just stare after them as they walk away, amazed in the bad way about how bluntly they denied them.