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Marshall watched as Kali grabbed the Marowak from its hole, but averted his eyes and gulped as she flew off into the sky. From his bag came her voice, telling him to 'keep on the lookout'. Nodding to himself, he swivelled on the spot with strange grace, and watched the crowd, searching for any troublemakers.

Marshall noticed that that Haunter was still there. He nodded to the ghost. "Run - I mean, float? - along now, sir, I'm sure there's lots you should be doing."

As he watched, he made a small leap into the air, performing a back-flip and landing with perfect balance on the spike on his head. Rotating gently, he moved silently across the ground then set to work around the Marowak's hole, manoeuvring in such as way that he pushed the majority of the upturned earth and destroyed concrete back into the hole, removing the ugly distraction and creating a slight, smooth bump in the ground where it had been. When this task was finished, he lowered his arms so he was in a sort of hand-stand position, and then flipped back to being upright.
 
It couldn't be helped.

When she saw that Marowak throw up in the face of that Flygon... sure it was disgusting. But it was also...

Quite funny.

Too funny, as a matter of fact. The stifled snickers were growing louder and more noticeable, as she felt the sparks flying off of her intensify. Control was lessening. She just couldn't.... she burst out laughing, as a barrage of sparks flew off of her and rained down upon parts of the surprised crowd.

Miss Delilah obliviously did not approve.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The Kangaskhan was scolding at her, and made a move to grab her by the scruff of the fleece around her neck, but was electrocuted by one of the sparks coming off of her.

"Stop... stop that this INSTANT! What are you laughing at?!"

She didn't respond, she just kept on laughing.
 
((Going to do my best to get into the plot now...))

Stronius had been walking from building to building. Or, to be more accurate, rooftop to rooftop, in an attempt to avoid the public eye.

He feared that this had all gone to waste when he heard the sounds of combat (or what sounded like combat) on the streets below, and leaped back in shock when he saw the Flygon with the Marowak take off.

Why would that Flygon be carrying a Marowak? he thought, Unless....

Then he got an idea. An outlandish idea, to be sure, but one that might finally make something useful out of his as of now useless life.

He moved backward, until he was at the roof's edge, and behind the Flygon. Once it was far enough, he would make his move.
 
Orlin watched as the hitmontop set to work. Then he got an idea. "Oh yes, of course, but first could you do me a tiny favor?" he asked.
 
"My name is Tyra, sir." she bowed, the widest grin on her face. "And I will do that. Thank you, sir, thank you so much!"

...Straight face, Tyra. Don't want them onto you.

"Erm, sorry. But one problem, sir. If I don't yet have a device, and I'm to just keep doing the job I'm doing, how will I know when we're to meet? Is there a sort of code word or something?"
 
Sergeant chuckles softly under his breath, looking more and more like someone's grampa. He looks to his closed and blinded window.

"You deliver packages, correct? Well...I could always send a package to myself and you can bring it to me."
 
Arceus, she was going crazy.

Not that Holly was insane, babbling nonsense and such. It was more that she was hungry enough that her judgement was impaired; she was in a state that allowed her to feel fine about creating crazy, dangerous plans and risking everything.

This was definitely one of those plans.

She was going to enter a house. Someone's home. All in the hopes that it would be empty, and the chances were slim. But she really was starving, and this was her last chance. So, paws sticking to the wall of the building, she climbed to a random window and peered inside. No good; the blinds were closed and the window locked. Moving sideways, she found another that looked promising. She could see inside; it was the kitchen. It seemed pretty much deserted. Holly slowly opened the window, climbed inside, and shut it again.

Jumping from there to the counter below her, she found that most of the cupboards were on the other side of the room. Great. She didn't dare jump down; even that would be enough to alert others of her prescene. So she carefully put a paw on the front, on the lip of a cupboard-

It swung open from the load, catching Holly off guard, and her back soon met the floor with a thud after a cry from her lips. Please let nobody be home, let nobody be home…

((And this is my best effort to get into the plot. -_-;))
 
Sergeants slowly raises from his seat and motioned to Tyra to remain silent, slowly making his way to the wall next to the kitchen's door. For his old age, he still could move silently like a ghost, but only when his body decided to work for him. Sometimes he curses ever allowing himself to live to this old age where even the slightest wind could chill his bones.

He curls his hand into a fist and ignites it with flames as he readied his defence. He spun into the Kitchen and held his fist her his side, elbow tucked.

"Speak now, or you will face the creator very shortly."
 
Of course. The Pokemon who lived there just had to be a fully-evolved fire-type. And he didn't seem friendly. Nevertheless, an icy glare was sent his way. "I can hardly imagine an old, powerful Blaziken killing a defenseless girl who isn't even an adult yet. If you have a shred of honour, I suggest you listen to it." If he believed Big Brother—extremely likely—then telling him that she had planned to steal food would almost certainly result in some form of punishment. Word would be sent to the government, at the very least.
 
"It is not a matter of what age and gender you are, but the fact that you have gotten yourself into my home without my permission. As for honour, that I still have even in these times. Now tell me child, why have you enter my home through the window."

Sergeant leans against the doorway, eyeing her carefully.
 
More cringing. This wasn't going well. Usually a plausible story would be smoothly spilling from her by then, but there wasn't really a good reason for a person to sneak inside a stranger's house. And she was too tired to try to make an escape. "Needed food. I was having trouble getting some, and… I was fairly desperate," Holly admitted somewhat sheepishly. Getting to her feet, she mumbled, "Guess you're turning me in, then?"
 
Sergeant falls silent, looking at the young girl before him. He pushes off the wall and pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the room he came from, a stern look on his weathered face.

"You. Sit in there and don't move and inch after sitting down. Now."
 
Holly nodded obediently, whispering, "Going," as she quickly moved past her elder on all fours. Emerging into a living room, she ducked her head at the sight of a Lucario. She sat on the nearest chair and bit her lip. This would most likely turn awkward very quickly, but she didn't dare say something to head off further conversation. She was already in enough trouble.

Wait…was she going to be reported or not? While most would, the Blaziken hadn't been specific about why she was sitting down. Was she a prisoner? She'd heard about the things they did to law-breakers, but only now did it start to scare her.

She took each bud of fear sowing itself inside her and squashed it flat. Nothing to be done.
 
Sergeant, after seeing the child sit, goes further into his kitchen and pulls out a few things from his fridge and a pot, quickly mixing together a meal. After he lets the young one sit for an hour in silence, he walks into the room and sets a bowl of soup infront of her, then one for Tyra.

"You should eat. It'll keep up your strength. But you need to stop breaking into houses, even for food...you may have the misfortune to be reported by a less forgiving being."
 
Holly blankly stared at the food for a moment. He was so…nice. She hadn't used that word in quite a while. "Never broken into a house before now," she said quietly, addressing something that was less emotional and confusing. More based on facts. "Just grabbing stuff from people's bags, and street vendors."

Head still slowly processing the last ten seconds, she carefully took a sip of the soup. Her eyes lit up slightly, and her lips turned upward for a moment. A fleeting smile. "Thanks," she managed before taking another sip, and another, renewing her energy by the second.

The elder seemed kind. Fairly likeable when he wasn't threatening her…no. She couldn't get attached to others. That had got her nowhere in the past, and it wouldn't do anthing for her now.
 
((Zephy I was talking to you, but never mind now. I have a better idea.))

Orlin floated away slowly, going to do his next job. He had to pick up some supplies from a man named... Sergent? Orlin sighed, and went back to his scheming. As he came up to the door of Sergent's house, he knocked on it and waited for an answer.
 
"My my, I'm quite popular today."

Sergeant grabs a sheet and tosses it over his machine once more, then walsk to the door and opens it, leaning out a bit. He places a hand on his back, soothe an ache that was starting to stir.

"Yes. Hello, may I help you...?"
 
"I'm here to pick up some supplies. May I come in for a moment?" The haunter dematerialized, then rematerialized inside the house. He looked into the next room, and saw two other pokemon sitting there. "Shouldn't you two be getting to work?" he asked.
 
"they are on a break. They come here for a quick lunch before getting back to their work"

Sergeant smiles, looking like a nice and kind grandfather. He leans against the wall and holds out a hand, a amused questioning look on his face.

"Now..these supplies? What are you looking for in supplies...because I will remind you, this isn't a shop."
 
Tyra, rather confused now, glanced around at the new Pokemon. She could've sworn she recognized one, and one was... telling her to get back to work? The nerve!

...No, now wasn't the time to get all cocky and whatnot. If the Pokemon wasn't with them, she couldn't address it. Instead she just sipped on her soup silently, glancing at Holly anxiously.

"...Sup."
 
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