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

[LKWayvern]

Laura Bette Kaye the Umbreon
Prankster Platoon
Connive, City Center
Affected RPers: None

Laura didn’t realize that she had fallen asleep until she was awoken by the sound of yelling.

“I don’t f***ing care what you say, he’s going home with me and if you don’t like that, you can go f*** a slugma for all I care!”

“Miss, shut up, you’re--!”

“Clairia, you’re yelling louder than Raikou’s f***ing thunder! Calm the f*** down!”

“No, Xavier, I won’t calm the f*** down until I--”

“Can you just scram? You’re makin’ an arc-awful rackett!”

“Oh, I’ll leave for sure! Come on Xavier!”

“No.”

“No!?”

It was quite easy for Laura to follow the noises. The scene that Laura walked in on was… rather unexpected. There was Xavier, face and sides bandaged up as he reclined in a comfortable looking nest. There was the cincinno doctor who had been with him. The cincinno was standing between Xavier and the third occupant of the room, a shiny luxio with a Blaze Jewel dangling around her neck. The luxio’s eyes were bright green-- matching exactly the shade that Xavier’s eyes were.

“Um… The hell’s up with the shouting?” Laura spoke up.

The two occupants of the room who weren’t blind turned to look at her. The luxio glared. Xavier simply swivelled his ears in her direction.

The luxio stalked towards Laura. Laura couldn’t help but notice the agitated sparks flicking off her claws at every step.

“You’re the kako that brought my brother into that damnable arena?” the luxio hissed. “F***. You.”

“Good afternoon to you too,” Laura sighed. “You act like I forced him at gunpoint to go in.”

“Don’t be stupid, little kit. If you’d done that, he would’ve ripped your throat out. But you damn well did make him stay in that cesspit hellhole and blinded him.”

“Are you sure he’s the only one who’s blind? ‘Cause last I checked it was a swampert from Shadow Mask that nearly blinded him-- do I look like I’m either of those things?” Laura snapped. “And I’m not a kit or kid or whatever! I’m your age!”

“You’re the reason he was in there in the first place!” the luxio yelled. “It doesn’t matter what arcdamn species you are, you’re f***ing responsible!”

“That’s not how it f***ing works, solicc! Or are you so mad you’d pin blame on any ratatta, sentret, and bidoof?” Laura retorted.

“I don’t needa pin blame on them, the braindead culprit’s right here!”

“Clairia, eh-f***ing-nough!” While they had been arguing, Xavier had stalked up next to them and batted the luxio, Clairia, aside. “Clairia, you know I’m blind, not deaf. And I’m in the room. I can still think, and speak, and take care of myself. You going hysterical and trying to assign blame and arguing with my friend is not going to bring my sight back, or resurrect Kirrun. Literally all it’s doing is giving me a headache.”

“Y… You’re still coming home! With me! I don’t want you in any more stupid Tempest games!” Clairia argued.

Xavier sighed. “Fine. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll go home with you. But only after the doctor says that I can leave.”

“I-i want you home now though!” Clairia whined. “I’m…” She sighed, letting herself slump. “Xavier, you have no idea how worried I was about you. It’s been so hard to get in contact with you-- and then suddenly I see you in the arcdamn Tempest Festival. I see you in the games famed for deaths so gory that loved ones can’t even recognize some of the bodies most of the time. And I see you getting trounced by some buff swampert and I drop everything and race to the fastest transport to Connive I can think of ‘cause you’re running with the Platoon now, and here’s their base… And all I can do is pray to Xerneas that you’ll turn up here, and not in a bodybag…”

Xavier sighed, curling his tail around his younger sister. “Clairia, I can take care of myself. Wha-- yes, I’ll sit down now, okay!” The cincinno doctor had been furiously tugging at Xavier and gesturing at the bed. Xavier sighed, padding back over to it and laying down. “Ya ruined a touching moment. Happy?”

“Very,” the cincinno responded, drily.

Laura leaned against the doorway. “I don’t suppose you’d be up for Field of Screams then, Xavier? And I’m not asking you, Clara, I know your answer.”

Laura could feel the fur on the back of her neck prickling from Clairia’s deathglare. “Clairia.”

“Clairia. Whatever.”

“Absolutely f***ing not,” the cincinno growled.

“What he said. But less aggressive,” Xavier agreed.

Laura nodded. An idea crossed her mind. She looked over to Clairia, a huge grin on her face. “Hey… Clairia…”

An irritated look crossed the luxio’s face. “No.”

“Come on, in this one not everyone has to kill everyone else to win!” Laura reasoned.

“I said no. I’m not crazy strong like my brother, and I’m not just plain crazy like you,” Clairia huffed.

Laura deflated. “Well. Xavier’s out, Aria’s gone, Kirrun’s dead… Maybe I could find someone else? Bleh.”

Clairia thought for a moment. “I… Might know someone who was considering joining you Pranksters. And is pretty fast.”

Laura grinned. “Good. Great! And I’m sure I’ll find some others who want to join in with the race. I’d say it’s been a please, Clairia, but if I’m honest being deafened is never a pleasure!”

Clairia shrugged. “I just want hellweek to be over with. If he’s interested, he’ll probably be around the city square with me tomorrow morning. I’ll go call him.”

Clairia strode straight out of the room, pushing past Laura somewhat rudely. Laura turned to Xavier. “So, that’s you’re sister?”

Xavier nodded. “She’s usually sweet. She gets nasty when she’s worried, though.”

“I can tell,” Laura responded, drily.