Darius sat down at one of the larger tables, expecting company to appear sooner or later. As he and the trio dug into their orders, Matt came out for air and to wonder at the expanse of Goldenrod.
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At the Evolution shop, Remy, after making sure his face was still intact, looked on as Sav desperately tried to make Feebas evolve, causing a bit of a scene before withrawing the Pokémon and storming off to the next shop.
Heh... Cute girl, that one.
Remy made his way to the counter where Caleb was busy buying the rather expensive Dawn Stone.
"Interesting, it could be that its high price, is also attributed to the fact that only two Pokémon can actually evolve from it, and even then its quite specific about the gender of said Pokémon. You know its funny, the pre-evolved forms, are gender opposites of what they become; perhaps when they call it the Dawn Stone, they mean that its the dawn of a new life for some Pokémon. But enough talking about semantics, I'd like to purchase one please."
The clerk, while new and inexperienced, was nonetheless impressed by her customer's knowledge, and his graceful delivery.
"A-ah.. Well, yes... It is pretty... peculiar. Here you go, sir. Have a nice day."
Then came the redhead's turn. Remy approached the counter and, pointing at Sneasel on his shoulder, said.
"Hey there, you wouldn't happen to have Razor Claws? I'd like to evolve this lil' fella's little brother to be, and for that I need a second one."
"O-oh s-sorry, sir. We're fresh out of those. They've been hard to come by lately... I-it might have to do with the fact that wild Sneasel's t-tend to... You know, stash them for themselves..."
Looking at Remy's own Sneasel the cashier sheepishly added.
"N-no offense!"
Remy looked almost inconvenienced for a fraction of a second before clapping his hands together, scratching Sneasel's chin and speaking up.
"Hahah! None taken, chére. We'll just have to look somewhere else, right Sneasel?"
Sneee! Came the enthusiastic reply.
With that, Remy took his leave, making his way to the rooftop. Once there, he spotted Matt staring out at the City with his Pokémon. Releasing Zangoose and Primeape, he and his band of rogues made their way to the boy.
"Like what you see, kid? Oh hey, would ya look at that. Your face looks a lot better now!"
Meanwhile, the three Pokémon were looking around for any unsuspecting victims to pickpocket. People get so careless with their valuables when shopping...
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Savannah arrived at the rooftop a little while after, having spent most of her hard earned. Then again, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. As she exited the elevator she could see two different places where she could go. On the right, Remy and Matt were talking while their Pokémon hung around, Remy's making some people nervous already. On the left... Darius, alone with Daffy and Knuckles at the café table. It was time to make a choice.
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"Heya, slummers! I'm lookin' for ironwood, anybody seen some around here?"
The kids turned around in unison and tilted their heads and furrowed their brows trying to look as tough as possible. One of them spoke up.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeh?!?! Who the hell are ya calling slummers ya old hag? Don't you know who we are?"
A few broken noses and bruised egos later, the kids were ready to talk.
"Okay, okay! Jeez lady... We'll take you to our boss at the docks, he's got what you need. Come on, follow us."
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After a somewhat long trek down to the docks, one of the kids whistled.
"YO BOSS, WE GOT SOMEONE HERE FOR YA!"
A man, clad in a grey jumpsuit, with a wild look in his eyes and silver hair came out and made his way to daria until he was only a few inches away from her face.
"This ***** kicked our ass and made us bring her here, boss!"
"Yeah show her who's boss, boss!"
The kids seemed to have regained their previous vigor now that they were in the presence of their older and more imposing leader.
"Shut up ya damn kids and go back to work! So... You think it's okay to punch my employees? You damn little city folk should know better than to come here and stir hornets' nests. Now you'll have to deal with the consequences..."
Daria didn't say a thing, but her visage gave away that the man's threats were not impressing her.
"Grh! So that's it huh!? I'll teach you to mess with the "South Dock King", AMON FOERN!!"
Amon's attempt at a punch was shortlived, however as out of the blue, a dropkick connected with the peculiar character's face and sent him flying for what must have been at least 8 yards.
Daria's would be savior was a girl with a long black braid of hair and a brown bomber jacket with "DISASTER" embroidered into the back. Not far behind came a large, well built man whom Daria instantly recognized as Forte from the tournament. Looking at the flung "corpse" of the petty gangster, Forte shook his head in disdain.
"Such a boisterous entrance only to be swatted away in minutes... He might even be dead... We might never find out."
The girl turned to face Daria, with what could clearly be identified as different flavors of anger and hatred on her face.
"WHO CARES ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE!" The girl bellowed as she made her way towards Daria and grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket.
"I'M HERE TO KICK THIS LITTLE HUSSIE'S ASS TO NEXT MONTH!!!"
