#rocketratbag

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“ e - excuse me … “ the interjection was without force, barely even audible . yu nervously waved at the other man, light brown eyes darting around .

“ um … do you have a light, by any chance ? “

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The monstrum misses the man by what feels a naught but a hair's width, instead barreling into ground that had been behind him. Catching itself before it could fall and expose it's vulnerable underside, it spins around, catching sight of the two feraligatr approaching with haste.

Pests. Pets. Runts. The crystalline crest on Walking Wake's head shined with light, and the sunlight began to grow harsher as it used SUNNY DAY, boosting the beast's speed even further.

KRRIIIIEASSSS!

It's scream filled with aggression, the prehistoric pokemon flared its mane in a threat display, the 14 ft tall, 30 ft long dinosaur like monster zeroing in it's attention on the two smaller pokemon.

It had almost forgotten about Nathaniel at this point.

Proton's Knife Stash { NOT Accepting } @rocketratbag

❝ This, my friend, you are witnessing a TRUE work of art, there aren't many knives that get as lethal as this beauty, ❞ except for, perhaps, the gorgeous killer that Proton had in waiting for Giovanni himself, but the best of his collection had to be kept for last. Nathaniel would not be given something less than what a man in his line of work deserved though.

❝ Allow me to present a weapon soooo troublesome, that it is outlawed in several regions. 🎶 Thiiiis darling is a cyclone knife, ❞ the spiral blade, twisting like a tightly bound corkscrew, looked absolutely nasty. Proton holds the weapon with an eerie reverence, eyes sharpened and practically glowing with excitement as he holds it up to the light.

He turns it up a notch.

“… I’m a good liar where it counts.”