[PXFIRE] [RP] PXFIRE Roleplay - A Game of Storms

[LKWayvern]

Laura Bette Kaye the Umbreon
Prankster Platoon
Connive, City Square
Affected RPers: none

After Clairia had left the room, Laura had made it out into the hall, her eyes and rings flaring up silver as she activated the telepathy that her Blaze Jewel granted her.

‘Aria are you there?’

She hummed and swished her tail as she waited for a response.

‘I thought you informed me that the Platoon would no longer be dealing with me,’ Aria’s irritated hiss replied.

‘You are. Just wanted to make sure you remembered,’ Laura responded.

‘Well, you made it very clear,’ Aria sighed. ‘I see you survived. Is Xavier in one piece?’

‘Permanently blinded. But beyond that, just a couple broken ribs.’

There was an awkward silence in the telepathic link.

‘You understand that it’s not that I particularly wanted to leave you to die,’ Aria said, deliberately and slowly. ‘But I refuse to leave my two daughters as orphans. Bethani and Lisette are good girls. They do not deserve growing up in the streets, threatened by predators and gangs.’

Laura leaned against the wall. ‘You knew what you were getting into when you walked into that arena.’

‘I did it because I required money, and you had promised that Xavier was the greatest fighter you knew, and you had crazy ideas that no other team would expect. But you turned out to be a cocky teenager with no experience fighting,’ Aria sighed. ‘Thanks to your overconfidence, and your agitated screaming about murdering the Grand Lady, the Shadow Mask found us and killed Kirrun. Did you know he was supporting a younger sibling through bodyguard jobs? You didn’t even call his family or his client. I needed to do that.’

‘...Only one of our members died… Better than Shadow Mask and Thundercrash Gang managed,’ Laura tried reasoning.

‘Any death is a tragedy,’ Aria said. ‘This whole arcdamn country has forgotten that, and someday they will all face the Judgement of Arc and the Renegade for it. I don’t care what you do-- but try not to make stupid decisions, or consequences will hit you closer to home than you expect.’

Laura sighed, cutting off the link, and wandering off into the hallways.

Clairia had said she would try to get some friends to help, but Laura still felt she should get together a few other Pokemon, preferrably Pranksters.

Soon enough, Laura found exactly who she was looking for.

Vic the blaziken was known to be a major risk-taker and supernaturally lucky gambler, fabled to have bankrupted at least four casinos they had played in. Their personality was just as flamboyant and eccentric as their fashion sense. And their fashion sense was extremely flamboyant and strange. They wore a tye-dyed suit, and had dyed their feathered crest as well, somehow managing to straddle a strange line between class and craze.

“Laura! Congrats on getting out alive, you hirra!” Vic greeted her. “We thought you’d torchic out’n run! Even I didn’t think you’d take out those Shades!”

Laura chuckled. “Yeah! It was-- Tell your little gambling ring it was easy! I could’ve gotten a Black Onyx kako if Aria and Kirrun hadn’t gone down.” She hadn't been quite that confident after talking to Aria, but she didn't want Vic to know that.

“So, a little birdy told me you wanted ta try runnin’ with the Screamers too, you wanted ta get a little cash bettin’ on yourself, too?” Vic asked.

“Well, not quite. That birdy was right, but I was actually wondering if you’d like to run with me too?” Laura asked.

Vic raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’d be new… I never been in the games before…” A wicked grin split their face. “Count me in, girl!”

Laura grinned back. “That’s great! You know anyone else interested?”

“Yeah, actually-- buddy of mine, flygon named Ziz. B’fore raids we both bet on how many Lotus bums we can get,” Vic said. “We can do the same thing here!”

Laura nodded. “Come with us tomorrow, Xavier’s sister’s getting some friends who might want to join the race, and become Pranksters if they survive.”

“Sound like my kinda guys!” Vic said, giving Laura a thumbs up. “Welp, I gotta go find Ziz. Where’re we meeting up tomorrow?”

“City square,” Laura said. “See ya there.”