#rebornmenace

[ woops lol ]

Despite the fact that his hands still twitched ready to hit again, despite the blood coming out of Sawyer’s nose... it takes a second for Silver to realize he lost control. It was just another discussion! Nothing worth throwing hands! Granted, that last jab was a little too much, but it wasn’t something that should’ve made him so emotional.

...it’s okay. It’s fine.  Play it cool. Sound mean. It’s all good.

@rebornmenace​

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  One of the downsides of becoming a photographer, were the times in which Mukuro would come across the more aggressive types of pokémon。 These encounters would always end up in the position she’s in now, sitting in an area where she figured she was safe as she tended to her wounds the best she could。

  Hearing someone approaching, Mukuro looks up from the rather quickly and sloppy bandaging job she was doing in order to see if whether whatever was a person or the same pokémon from earlier。 Noticing it was another person, Mukuro relaxed a little。

「Hello。」

「 ❄  SHRUGS.

send ❗ to challenge my muse to a Pokémon fight ! 

“ You’re a champion, yeah ? You sure you don’t wanna do this by the book ? ”

He did mention eighteen badges, and as rough as it could have been, it was something Willow could manage. 

Huh. That's a new one.

'Misplaced property' felt like a more professional way of admitting to theft. The statement was extremely vague, and she couldn't help but wonder what it was that he'd stolen - When did he steal it, for that matter? Was it something worthless, and this Sawyer was using it as an attempt to get her attention? Or, did he actually have something of value?

Was this attempt at negotiation really necessary? Was it truly that difficult to call and schedule an appointment? The amount of walk-ins Lusamine had been receiving lately was starting to get annoying, and she couldn't help but let out an irritated sigh. But, she couldn't deny the curiosity she felt while thinking about this statement.

Misplaced property, in exchange for a meeting...

❗ (really it's more of a plotting thing, but battle!) [ battle! ; CLOSED ]

“You know, I heard things about you.”

One hand in his pocket, the other playing with his Pokèball, lifting it up in the air just to catch it again. Almost looking bored.  

“I heard you’re quite the Champion.

    I heard you’re considered almost unbeatable.

                   I heard you were a legend.”

The Ball is taken again in his hand, holding it tight. He looks bored.          And yet seems ready to explode.        Finally, some action worth his name!

                 “You’re not the only one, around here.”