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Lucre Merrimere
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Shadow Serenity
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Kimiko bit her lip in an attempt not to facepalm instead. So much for avoiding a conflict.
Ah well. She had expected it to be inevitable anyway.
She didn't really fancy the idea of butting themselves into... whatever this was, but she couldn't come up with any peaceful solution that was fast, and something in the barbaracle's tone of voice betrayed his resolve. Maybe between the two grass-types, they'd have some leverage for some intimidation of their own?
"What my friends here mean is," she said, eyes focused on the barbaracle, "we're in a bit of a hurry to help some other friends of ours, and unfortunately for you, we appear to have you at an advantage. I'd advise you consider your message delivered-" her gaze darted towards the veluza who cracked the support beam, before returning to lock eyes with the barbaracle once more, "-and clear out."
Alex, meanwhile, shot her a look like he was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. Nevertheless, he crossed his arms and cast his own glare towards the offending water-types. If it came to a fight, he wasn't sure how useful any of them would be aside from Kimiko and the sceptile (and the... charizard shadow? Maybe?). Even himself - he had newfound electricity at his command, but type advantage meant nothing without experience to back it up, and something told him that his time as a trainer didn't quite count here...
Ah well. She had expected it to be inevitable anyway.
She didn't really fancy the idea of butting themselves into... whatever this was, but she couldn't come up with any peaceful solution that was fast, and something in the barbaracle's tone of voice betrayed his resolve. Maybe between the two grass-types, they'd have some leverage for some intimidation of their own?
"What my friends here mean is," she said, eyes focused on the barbaracle, "we're in a bit of a hurry to help some other friends of ours, and unfortunately for you, we appear to have you at an advantage. I'd advise you consider your message delivered-" her gaze darted towards the veluza who cracked the support beam, before returning to lock eyes with the barbaracle once more, "-and clear out."
Alex, meanwhile, shot her a look like he was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. Nevertheless, he crossed his arms and cast his own glare towards the offending water-types. If it came to a fight, he wasn't sure how useful any of them would be aside from Kimiko and the sceptile (and the... charizard shadow? Maybe?). Even himself - he had newfound electricity at his command, but type advantage meant nothing without experience to back it up, and something told him that his time as a trainer didn't quite count here...
Cresselia92
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Despite not being usually afraid of getting attention to herself, Lyra felt very uneasy as the sharp stares of that group of hooligans, thugs, or whatever they were, bore into herself and her group. She couldn’t tell if her nervousness was because of her new prey instincts or because of her old inclination towards diplomacy (perhaps it was both) but a conflict was brewing, and she had to decide fast.
Nobody needed to get hurt, and she wished the solution was as simple as just talking to sort things out. But if a fight was inevitable, then maybe, just maybe, there could have been a way to not let her friends get too much hurt in the conflict, at least.
Lyra focused on herself, reaching out for the small spark of power she felt pulsing into her very soul. The tinge of aura that had been flowing within her since the moment she had been turned into a Buneary.
And then, she held onto her aura. Bent it to her will, spread it beyond the limitation of her own body, into a soft reflective veil that enveloped her friends like a kind embrace.
A blessing from a friend for friends.
Nobody needed to get hurt, and she wished the solution was as simple as just talking to sort things out. But if a fight was inevitable, then maybe, just maybe, there could have been a way to not let her friends get too much hurt in the conflict, at least.
Lyra focused on herself, reaching out for the small spark of power she felt pulsing into her very soul. The tinge of aura that had been flowing within her since the moment she had been turned into a Buneary.
And then, she held onto her aura. Bent it to her will, spread it beyond the limitation of her own body, into a soft reflective veil that enveloped her friends like a kind embrace.
A blessing from a friend for friends.