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kyuureimu encountered the pickpocket!
“Fuck.”
If Shiori was going to pick anything that he’d bless his old trainer for doing, it was using every swear under the sun around him. After all, it made him sound more realistic as a ‘human’, and it was just something that for some unknown reason, really helped level his head.
But it wont stop the fact that man just witnessed him fairly brutally beat someone up and take their wallet.
“Look, you didn’t see anything.”
“‘This time’, huh. I will have to be careful around you too, then.” Slitted eyes stared into obsidian, the legendary not intimidated by the other despite his near foot difference in height. The woman just sighed, rubbing her temples now. Zygarde was trying to be patient. It was her own fault for getting her sword stolen. She was so used to having it at her hip, that she didn’t even realize it was gone until it was too late. She really needed it back, otherwise she’d tear the city apart looking for it.
"If that is what you do, then fine. You can have all the money on me, I really do not care right now. I just need to find out who stole from me in the first place."
“Look lady, I’m not dangerous or anythin’. I’m just your regular crook tryin’ t’make a living.”
She didn’t seem to be too intimidated by him, luckily, god that would’ve made things ten times worse if she did. He’s dealt with people who find him intimidating, and they’re always idiots screaming ‘oh no don’t take my things!’ or ‘please I’ll do anything!’. Fucking stupid, their ridiculous voices weren’t going to stop the Weavile from taking their things.
“If you’re offering money, I can help y’out, but you’ll probably have to come along. I can’t take back whatever he took if I don’ know what was taken, y’know.”
Contemplating whether conning a woman to get him food is a good idea or not.
"Fuck on, ya get better results.”
Is he being serious? One hundred and ten percent. Why not? Ryder has nothing to loose here. Hitting on people tends to be his specialty.
"Y'know, if ya really wanna skip the dinner that bad, I might let ya inta my pants if ya ask nicely and promise to be gentle.”
"Does it now? I've never really found a better result than when that little phrase ends with an 'off' at the end. I quite like the idea of people fucking off a bit more."
Fucking annoying, is what this man is being. He's doing it on purpose too. God, he hated people like this. The sort who got the message, but chose to ignore it.
"Well, personally, I'd rather skip the dinner and go straight to punching you in the face, pretty boy. That might knock that ego down a few pegs. And, be--sides, you're like, thirty. I'm not allowed into the pants of someone so old. Don't want to go to jail, y'know."
"Not that I mind yer offer, but ya oughta take me ta dinner first, sweetheart.”
"You're hilarious. I'm absolutely shaking with laughter. Yes, I'll waste my money on you and buy you dinner, 'love'." He huffs, crossing his arms. "Maybe I should rephrase that. How about, 'fuck off'. Does that get my message across?"
"--Fuck you."
A smile crosses his face, and a light shrug is given, as if he’s ready and willing to forgive this transgression. He turns to walk away.
And whirls back around, putting his weight behind his fist, aiming it straight to the others nose, pushing a little more force behind it than a normal human should be able to put out. He was a damned god and this urchin was about to learn just how foolish it was to try to take from him.
"I'd have rather hoped you'd be smarter than this. But what am I to expect from an urchin? Not a matter. I've been looking for a reason to beat someone. A reason to perhaps even take life. It's been so long since I last decided my powers were to be exacted out upon a healthy target. How I miss having the freedom to instill death upon whomever I choose. I suppose now, I get to have a reason to excuse the unwarranted death if Zygarde comes knocking at my door.”
There’s no point hiding who he is. He wants to instill fear into the other. Tremble before the god of Death and find no mercy. He gave a chance, and it was ignored. Now it was time to pay the price.
"F--uck!" Sweet fucking christ, that hurt.
The dark type's knees gave way a bit, but he's grateful for the small amount of a defence raise he had, his feet managing to find their way before he fell on the ground. Where the fuck did that strength come from? What's worse, there's that warm feeling trickling down his nose.
Raising his hand to his nose, Shiori had to click his tongue in anger at the red dabbing his fingers.
"Man, that really fucking hurt, y'know that?"
He didn't like the other man's words. They were suspicious. 'Zygarde'? That's a Pokemon. What the hell was going on here?
"What's up with you, asshole.."
callainus--gratia encountered the pickpocket!
Oh, this one's cute. She's probably an idiot too, could probably get her to just hand over her wallet. Most girl's with an innocent face managed to see the pretty face and just listen to his words before realising they're being conned and robbed.
"Missy, think 'ya might be lost. This is bad territory, y'know. Bad people live around here." Him included, but there's no point he should make his identity known.
cosonantea has encountered the pickpocket!
"I told you, this time, it wasn't me who took it." Looks like he'd made a name for himself here. W--oopsies! He didn't mean to do that. What was worse is that some asshole pickpocketed this woman before he could do it, and now he's caught himself in a situation. Hell, he's even raising his hands in defence this time. Lucky for him, she seems to be acting politely to him.
The woman turned around, greeting the boy with nothing but a blank expression. She remains just staring at him for a moment, her eyes not even breaking to look at the ground for a moment. After another few seconds of silence, she then speaks. “Idiot. I’m not even carrying anything except my clothes.”
"Really now? I'm sure there's something by your feet."
Shit, this was a bad situation. If she turned him in, then there wasn't going to be much else he could do. He could revert back to his old form, but that was terribly annoying and hard to move in.
"You think me stupid?”
Clearly. The death god narrowed his eyes. When caught in the act, it would be best for lowlifes to give up the act.
"I know you have my wallet. And you’re going to hand it right back over to me lest my fist find your face. Perhaps if you’re civil, I might even find it in me to see humor in the situation and perhaps I’ll even willingly part some of my money to you. Of course, if you’re uncooperative, I have been longing to spread someone out on the pavement.”
"I don't think that at all, sir. I'm doing nothing but telling the truth."
This was getting risky, and he'd not even been talking to this man for even a minute. Shiori had to admit, he was actually a little frightened now. No matter. Height could be exploited if somehow, he managed to be a little stronger muscle wise or faster.
His hands stay away from his pockets, instead folding them across his chest to convey some kind of disappointment, hoping his lies were more believable with more physical displays of 'emotion'.
"I don't have it, sir. There's no need to get violent with me now, is there?"
four7one has an encounter with the pickpocket!
Oh boy, this one looked like a right Debby Downer, now didn't she? The scowl on her face was as bad as his.
"I think you've dropped something." There's nothing on the ground, but once she goes to grab it he'll be snatching whatever's in her pocket and making a break for it.
oblivxsci has an encounter with the pickpocket!
"I swear, sir, I didn't take anything from you."
He's lying, of course, tucked into his bulky jacket is the man's wallet. He's being careful, this guy could probably pick him up and snap him like a needle if he wanted to.
melting in the darkness
a pair of eyes glitter
i wont leave a shred of evidence
by the time they notice, it's already too late
