#urbain

Slutty little waists.

Art credit: ❽ＵＥＫＩ❽徘徊老人@ueki8sousaku Twitter.

Getting more Urbain doodles out of my system

They had arrived at the City of Light, Lumiose. While it was at the peak of the night, and a few people were out and about for the Royale, the Fallen Flower and the shrunken deity had looks of both fatigue and horror. The Sunflora that had followed Flowery around was also with them.

Some people around would say that ‘it’s probably because of the trip here’ or something about Lumiose being so shockingly imposing.

But alas, these two weren’t horrified because of any of the two reasons. Rather, it was because of what they can feel.

What would possibly soon happen.

It’s overwhelming. Suffocating. Flowery could even say that it’s like the Knight. Maybe even worse. Although that’s unlikely, but still a possibility.

That morose feeling was purely the tower’s soon to be inability to hold in all that Mega Energy. The roots were quaking. Unnoticeable, but to the sensitive beings, be they flowers or Pokemon in general, they feel it. That pull. And the terrifying promise of power.

“Raly… called the tower ‘Ange’ right, buddy?” Flowery asks his companion, who still chooses to remain small sized.

“The 1,000 year old king’s second weapon. That… is Ange.”

Flowery was not even trying to lighten the situation. That was concerning enough.

“Even Raly advises against facing it…”

Soon enough, they chose to sit on one of the nearby benches. No matter how… uncomfortable it is, with the unnecessary armrests and all. Sunflora merely stays by their side.

Both had stayed there for a while, looking at the tower like a deer in headlights.

People occasionally glanced at Flowery, but paid no mind nor attention as they were rushing northwards toward the night’s Battle Zones.

If Flowery’s guesses were correct, the power within Prism Tower would only last for about a good three days.

Two at worst case scenario.

Then Urbain rushes down the road. Initially toward the Battle Zone, but then he saw the duo.

‘They… are seriously NOT going to spend the night in that crappy excuse of a bench, right????’ Was what he thought, before approaching them. “Hey, uh…” he awkwardly started upon approaching them. “You got anywhere to stay?”

Flowery looks at him, and even though the Fallen Flower’s eyes were normally closed, Urbain can feel the deadpan stare at him. ‘Why did I even ask that?? Of course they don’t!!’

“No, no, no!” Voice clip. Although Flowery’s smiling facade was weaker compared to the time in the Flower Kingdom. Urbain felt a bit bad and stupid for asking that obvious ‘no’ question.

Then he sput out his offer. “See… there’s this place I stay at. It’s a hotel. Hotel Z. And preeetty sure we still have a lot of space! So how about it?”

He held out his hand. “There are others there too, and I do run Team MZ… and AZ sure as hell wouldn’t mind.”

Flowery took it, as a genuine smile had actually gone on to his face. “I think we’ll like that, lil’ guy!” (Flowery!) came the voice clip

Urbain chuckles at the voice clip, then blinks. “Where the hell do those come from?!”

“The mysterious winds whisper!” (Mysterious wind!)

Glancing at the shrunken Arceus, Flowery could swear there was an irk mark.

Urbain remains unaware that the flower was holding Arceus themselves, thinking of it as a plush.

“C’mon!” He hollers, already sprinting, as Flowery had set the deity on his shoulder, and the Sunflora follows him.

(Urbain had certainly gotten them to know how Holovators WORK. Neither had thought of crossing through the rooftops, but who were they to try to get lost in Lumiose?)

They had certainly been through a parkour.

Flowery did steal a couple of glances towards Prism Tower, and by Angel, it would be a beautiful sight under the clear night sky.

Only if it weren’t barricaded by scaffolding. He’d seen images from flyers he managed to snag. The Crown Jewel of Lumiose City.

Unfortunately… it was ALSO a weapon.

He just hopes that it holds on even for a bit longer. But wasn’t that as feeble as keeping their Dark World without dying? Alas, it was as good as a dream would be.

A dream that stays as a dream.

They soon arrived at the hotel’s perimeter. While the hotel had some greenery growing on it, it seems intentional, as upon entry, it looked like something Flowery had seen in Asgore’s stories, especially ones about… the French?

In style of decor, he means. Inside, to the left was the typical counter.. but a man who Flowery was pretty sure that was TALLER than Asgore was there.

Actually, he wonders how the man enters and exits this hotel! Was the ‘ten feet twenty’ in his (Flowery’s) theme seriously literal?!!? It might as well be with this guy!

Then the right. Some books were on the ground, the majority of them weee on the shelf beside them. A couple of couches were also there, occupied by a girl in a blue oversized hoodie, a boy who was sewing while watching Canari (yes, he’s heard of her.), an onion-ish hair styled boy and another male with white hair… he can’t see much of the latter three as they’re facing their backs on him. There was also a fireplace, a white furred canine like Pokemon with a dark nlue curved horn on its left side of its head, along with a purple starfish with a red gem around its center, and then a syrupy serpent, and finally a recognizable Pokemon: a Scrafty.

That was until Urbain announced:

“Hey guys, we have a new guest!”

Then Flowery finally got a look on the other three.

The one with a purple hair with the onion like hairstyle has a strand down on his left with yellow eyes. Almost reminiscent of his own. He had a dark blue jacket, and was clearly trying to hide something crystalline on his neck with the jacket’s hood. Actually, was this the Kieran of this world?

The one who was watching Canari’s streams was wearing a white jacket, with an orange vest and an Aegislash like tie. Seems like his suit was black…. Wait a minute, does that mean this one is this world’s Naveen?

And the white haired one… had a braid on his face-

Annnd he’s already getting a death glare from him. Gives Flowery Ralsei vibes. There might actually be some ja-ragebaiting sometime!

“FLOWERY?!” The onion haired—actually, he SHOULD get their names now—yells. “It’s me, Flowery!”

“Hehe… name’s Kieran.” He, Kieran, introduced himself. “Though I won’t be surprised if you already know my name. Multiverse stuff. Rotumblr has a buncha me’s on it.”

That, Flowery could agree to. Then Urbain ended up introducing everyone, as Naveen tries to get a word in.

“Not surprised you already know the Unovan Champion! And here’s the crew!” He points at Lida, “our youngest in the team, dancer and Water Type specialist, Lida!” To Naveen, “the aspiring fashion designer, and Dark Type specialist, Naveen!” And then to Nozel, “our team’s powerhouse, and faller, Nozel!” And then to AZ, “and of course, the hotel’s owner and manager, AZ and Floette!”

“Kyururu!”

“Greetings.”

Naveen had an exasperated look at Urbain. “You’re going to overwhelm people you bring here.”

“No, no, no!” Flowery said, and didn’t use the voice clip. “You’ve got quite an energetic leader!”

‘So those two… are the ones who Raly knew about? And to follow?’ He thinks as conversations started to erupt.

“Energetic, yes, and also a horrible financial manager.” Lida jokingly jabs Urbain. “Guys, guys, WHEN will you let that go?!”

Flowery winks. “Apparently never, lil’ guy.”

“And also Kieran for not telling anyone about the fact that his dad was the head of what could be considered a mafia.” Nozel chips in.

“HEY!” Kieran groans. “That’s NOT something you’d announce!”

“It’s amazing tea online, Kiki, you should consider spilling more!”

Kieran shoots him a glare. “Hell no.” It came out suspiciously defensive, Flowery notes.

Floette sits on his shoulder before realizing…

“KYURURU?!” (LORD ARCEUS?!) the Floette practically shrieked.

“No way…!” AZ was in disbelief too.

Nozel’s eyes widened, and seriously thought it was an Arceus plush. It seemed that he could understand the Fairy type?