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  1. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Upon seeing the approaching person and Pokémon, Nico and Merian, who'd remained by Wes' side this whole time, hissed at them. They were ignored, though, and-- Wes gradually regained his consciousness, finally awakening after that fight with the impostor. Wait. He quickly noticed his...
  2. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Nico paused, then snorted. "Very well. I know you do not understand my words, impostor, but I feel I should give you the courtesy of warning you to watch your back." With that being said, he went back to protecting Wes-- Until the Gyarados wrapped up Wes like a snake about to eat its prey...
  3. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Merian narrowed his eyes and barked. "Who the hell are you calling 'psychotic', you piece of shit?! I'll--" Nico lightly slapped Merian with his tail and huffed. "You would be wise to avoid instigating any further altercations." -- Turning to Wes, Nico used his limited telekinetic powers to...
  4. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Nico suddenly found himself skidding across the deck, having been rammed into by the other man's Umbreon. He leapt to his feet quickly and retaliated, clawing and biting wherever he could. Merian was launched off the guy with the bottle by a large Mightyena. He flopped awkwardly onto his side...
  5. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Wes instantly crumpled to the floor, unconscious. The knife dropped from his hand, and it seemed his goggles had slipped off when he fell. -- Nico yowled in shock, and whirled upon the newcomer. Son of a bitch! He, along with Merian, lunged at the guy.
  6. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Wes laughed in a disturbingly hyena-like manner, spinning his knife around his fingers. "Don't play coy with me! You've been sent by Cipher, and now it's my job to make sure you don't get out of here alive!" Wes glanced down at the opposing Umbreon, faltering slightly. If things really got...
  7. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    "Oh, no you don't!" Wes shouted as the other man ran away. He quickly looked around to see where Nico had vanished to, and saw his Espeon in the far corner of the room, dazed. "Come on, both of you, we're not letting this bastard get away!" Wes and his partners gave chase to the fleeing man.
  8. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Wes simply glared at the man. This idiot wasn't worth his time if he would not respect the future savior of all of the shadow pokémon that were suffering at the hands of-- Nico saw the opposing Umbreon slink out from the shadows, and leapt up, yowling, but-- Wes flew back, hitting the wall...
  9. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Wes narrowed his eyes, gripping his knife even tighter. "You really think I'm going to fall for this bullshit? Surrendering is what gets you killed." His voice lowered to barely more than a growling whisper. "And I'm more than okay with making a few bodies drop while I'm here." He snarled...
  10. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Nico and Merian bared their fangs and snarled at the impostor, anger radiating off them in waves. One slight move from this bastard, and neither of them would hesitate to maul him. "That's none of your business... But I'm just the guy who's gonna burn Snagem and Cipher to the fucking ground...
  11. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    Nico sensed someone nearby, and whipped around, staring at... an impostor? Yes, it seemed there was someone attempting to imitate Wes here. He nudged his trainer's leg, trying to get his attention. -- Wes jolted slightly upon feeling Nico nudging him, and followed the Espeon's gaze to some...
  12. AbraPunk

    AQ - S.S. Trousselin

    He'd assumed it was a prank. Or a trap. Maybe both. Nobody in their right mind would want to contact him for anything, much less some bullshit fancy party or whatever the fuck this was supposed to be. He'd tried to throw the tablet away, of course, but no matter how far he threw it, or where...
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