I stumbled upon @sootslash‘s Warriors OC challenge and decided to take a stab at it! Not sure I’ll use this design as-is, since my vague kind-of ideas for any Warrior stuff skews a bit more realistic, but... eh? I had fun!
By some stroke of ill luck the Ice Stone in his hand had shattered in to uneven three pieces, none of which were sizable enough to serve as an evolutionary catalyst anymore. It’s lamentable, for even without a Vulpix or Sandshrew, it could have sold for some cash. And that Gladion could definitely find a use for.
But not this.
The wrapping paper that they’d been wrapped up in (what little good that’d done him!) crinkled in his hands as he came to face a nearby woman and her Glaceon.
“You look like the kind of person that could use this,”
★ —
she’s not even trembling before kalos’ most infamous. she feels no fear looking down the barrel of his six-shooter. at least, that’s what she tells herself. by now, he’s seen every tactic — every trick in the book to not show yourself as weak. he’s the master of it, after all.
her tone – so nonchalant and cocky. arrogance never sits well with the gang member, but to humor himself, he intertwines her ego into his monotone dialogue.
“ no, what’s excessive is the amount of blood that will — . ”
wait … professor ?
not that he couldn’t put the pieces together — for every pokemon lab, there is a rightful professor — but something about her strikes faust as familiar. judging by her offbeat charisma, she’s from kalos.
faust follows with no words, but a swift snatch of the girl’s collar, bringing her closer for further inspection. gold eyes narrow at the idiotic scowl on her face — those ruby sunglasses set on the bridge of her nose like a mask.
— my bad …
thought she wouldn’t survive this long.
keeping a low profile is hard when you’re so annoying. his gun screams at him — but he finds that being an incompetent nuisance isn’t a good enough reason for him to waste a bullet. with a grunt, faust uses the side of his forearm to give sina a tame shove.
“ don’t you have anything better to do than to get in my way ? ” he still has his gun pointed at her, though she isn’t much of threat. “ and what’s it look like i’m doing? courir maintenant, petit agneau . ”
Even through the pure adrenaline rush that always accompanied a chase, Violet felt a pang of wariness in her chest. As the Nighthawk flew down the cobblestone streets of Lumiose City in pursuit of her mark, she couldn’t help but sneak glances over her shoulder. Her almost supernatural instincts were colliding with reality--she was almost sure she was being tailed, but upon a second inspection, only the deserted moonlit streets greeted her.
The Gang Member shook her head, clearing out all of her previous apprehension. You’re imagining things, she thought to herself, her grey eyes honing in on their target. Remember, you’re on a mission.
All things considered, the “mission” in question was a petty affair. Violet had been keeping her skills sharp by mugging Lumiose passerby as the sun dipped behind the horizon, and had actually avoided seriously harming any of her targets. She didn’t need to rob anybody tonight, but the small cash added up...it was her twisted definition of sport fishing, in a way.
But during the most-recent shakedown, one of Violet’s marks fought back, upsetting her usual routine by popping the Nighthawk in the mouth before running off in fright. The Gang Member, still wiping traces of blood from her mouth, was currently in hot pursuit with every intention of paying the bold victim back tenfold.
It wasn’t long before Violet’s target ran out of steam, falling to his knees with exhaustion as his hunter closed in, a twisted smile on her face. With a sickening crack, the Nighthawk hit the victim with the butt of her gun, causing him to slump over in pain.
“All you had to do was behave, but you didn’t. Consider this an eye for eye, dumbass,” Violet muttered lightly, planting a knee on the runaway as she readied her pistol for another strike. “I guess somebody always has to play the hero, huh? When will you people learn?”
