A portal cut a fine slit into the thin air before gliding open, and out stepped a casually dressed Clovis. After the last one of these “games” he’d gotten himself involved in, he decided to be a little smarter about his outfit choice. He ditched the Louis Vibrava suit, instead opting for some black Dolce and Gabite joggers (with the matching sneakers, of course), and a plain grey V-neck. He’d torn the tag off of it long ago, but the material felt on par with some Ralph Lurantis shirts he had.
His upper lip curled over his teeth in utter disdain upon finding himself in a wooded clearing. He was happy that he’d dressed better for such a setting, but gods. Anywhere but the fucking woods. Nonetheless, his eyes immediately caught on some Pokemon that had gathered just before his arrival, and some he almost…recognized. He frowned, then turned back toward the portal and held his hand out.
“Coast is clear, Miss Cinq-Mars,” he called in Galarian, the Kalosian accent moderately thick on his tongue. No sooner had he spoke, a smaller, more feminine hand reached out of the portal and grabbed his, using it as leverage to pull herself out. As soon as her Fila-sneakered feet hit the grassy ground, the portal shut itself.
Odette, still holding Clovis’s hand, peered at her surroundings. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses as she knit her brows.
“Une forêt? Vraiment?” she asked.
Clovis cleared his throat. “Try Galarian here, Sweetness,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve found that a lot of the participants have never heard of the Kalosian language. Galarian seems to be the norm.”
She released her hold on his hand to adjust her white tracksuit jacket. “Oh,” she said. Her brows seemed to knit tighter as a thought occurred to her. “What the hell did you call me?”
Panic flashed in Clovis’s eyes. “I called you by your name, why?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Just curious,” she said cautiously. Whatever she’d heard, she decided to drop it. Clearly it wasn’t that important—judging by the dust of pink that sprinkled over her nose. Without another word, she reached into her jogger pocket and withdrew her Glock-17, which she started to examine.
“Alright. What’re the rules here, again?”
The panic that had formed in Clovis’s eyes before came back with a vengeance, and he shot his hands out to cover the barrel of the firearm before anybody had a chance to notice. “Why the fuck did you bring that?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“You said the last time you came to one of these it was a game of Mafia? I was just being cognizant,” she said in a deadpan tone. “One of us has to be paying attention.”
“Yes, I told you this wasn’t Mafia. If it was another one of those kill-or-be-killed games I wouldn’t have even considered bringing you because the last thing I need is you—“
He cut himself off from his ramble as his eyes met hers. Red spread over his cheeks, and he recoiled back, shoving his hands in his pockets. He exhaled sharply and turned away from her.
“Bottom line is, this game is meant to be harmless. Keep that thing in your pocket, alright?”
Odette pursed her lips, and she eyed him for a long, long time. She lowered her gaze to the ground as she carefully considered his words, before pocketing the gun once more.
“Alright. For now,” she said cautiously. Without any of her Pokemon with her, she had to have some way to keep herself on the defense, right?
His upper lip curled over his teeth in utter disdain upon finding himself in a wooded clearing. He was happy that he’d dressed better for such a setting, but gods. Anywhere but the fucking woods. Nonetheless, his eyes immediately caught on some Pokemon that had gathered just before his arrival, and some he almost…recognized. He frowned, then turned back toward the portal and held his hand out.
“Coast is clear, Miss Cinq-Mars,” he called in Galarian, the Kalosian accent moderately thick on his tongue. No sooner had he spoke, a smaller, more feminine hand reached out of the portal and grabbed his, using it as leverage to pull herself out. As soon as her Fila-sneakered feet hit the grassy ground, the portal shut itself.
Odette, still holding Clovis’s hand, peered at her surroundings. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses as she knit her brows.
“Une forêt? Vraiment?” she asked.
Clovis cleared his throat. “Try Galarian here, Sweetness,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve found that a lot of the participants have never heard of the Kalosian language. Galarian seems to be the norm.”
She released her hold on his hand to adjust her white tracksuit jacket. “Oh,” she said. Her brows seemed to knit tighter as a thought occurred to her. “What the hell did you call me?”
Panic flashed in Clovis’s eyes. “I called you by your name, why?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Just curious,” she said cautiously. Whatever she’d heard, she decided to drop it. Clearly it wasn’t that important—judging by the dust of pink that sprinkled over her nose. Without another word, she reached into her jogger pocket and withdrew her Glock-17, which she started to examine.
“Alright. What’re the rules here, again?”
The panic that had formed in Clovis’s eyes before came back with a vengeance, and he shot his hands out to cover the barrel of the firearm before anybody had a chance to notice. “Why the fuck did you bring that?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“You said the last time you came to one of these it was a game of Mafia? I was just being cognizant,” she said in a deadpan tone. “One of us has to be paying attention.”
“Yes, I told you this wasn’t Mafia. If it was another one of those kill-or-be-killed games I wouldn’t have even considered bringing you because the last thing I need is you—“
He cut himself off from his ramble as his eyes met hers. Red spread over his cheeks, and he recoiled back, shoving his hands in his pockets. He exhaled sharply and turned away from her.
“Bottom line is, this game is meant to be harmless. Keep that thing in your pocket, alright?”
Odette pursed her lips, and she eyed him for a long, long time. She lowered her gaze to the ground as she carefully considered his words, before pocketing the gun once more.
“Alright. For now,” she said cautiously. Without any of her Pokemon with her, she had to have some way to keep herself on the defense, right?
