Arylett Charnoa
Barely existent.
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(Yep, it's fine~)
Noah continued to to glare suspiciously at the two Pokémon. For what purpose were they looking for them? What if... what if it was a trap...?
"And why are you searching for the Arkra Guardians?" His yellow eyes surveyed them with scrutiny...
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"He's always... always bossing me around." Muttered the disgruntled Arkra to herself, picking out a few items and putting them in her shopping basket.
And she was right. She was the leader, the real leader of the Arkra Guardians! They were named after her, dammit! ARKRA Guardians, not NOAH Guardians. Geez. More and more, she grumbled after her breath.
A rather mysterious looking man in a black cloak seemed to have noticed her. He looked almost like a silouette, his features blurred and hidden by this long flowing ebony cloak. It seemed to be made of darkness itself, pitch black...
...Who was that creepy guy?
She watched him from the corner of her eyes, observing his odd movements. He seemed to move in a bizarre way, almost as if he was floating across the ground... Was he watching her?
Pretending that she hadn't noticed, she continued to pick out items very cautiously, nervous under his gaze...
He seemed to be following her.
Noah continued to to glare suspiciously at the two Pokémon. For what purpose were they looking for them? What if... what if it was a trap...?
"And why are you searching for the Arkra Guardians?" His yellow eyes surveyed them with scrutiny...
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"He's always... always bossing me around." Muttered the disgruntled Arkra to herself, picking out a few items and putting them in her shopping basket.
And she was right. She was the leader, the real leader of the Arkra Guardians! They were named after her, dammit! ARKRA Guardians, not NOAH Guardians. Geez. More and more, she grumbled after her breath.
A rather mysterious looking man in a black cloak seemed to have noticed her. He looked almost like a silouette, his features blurred and hidden by this long flowing ebony cloak. It seemed to be made of darkness itself, pitch black...
...Who was that creepy guy?
She watched him from the corner of her eyes, observing his odd movements. He seemed to move in a bizarre way, almost as if he was floating across the ground... Was he watching her?
Pretending that she hadn't noticed, she continued to pick out items very cautiously, nervous under his gaze...
He seemed to be following her.