"You could say that again." He snorted.

Adrian wasn't perhaps a professional driver, but muscle cars were his deal, and he'd been whipping one around for as long as he was licensed. Actually, probably a little before then, too.

As he pulled up to the line, a man came up to his car. Adrian was something of a regular in the night life of Rustboro, and he would never stand out among them. They were being badgered simply because they had to pay for entry. Handing over a wad of cash, he gave them a curt nod before sliding his window back up. All seemed rather well.

The crowd began cheering in earnest when the final space on the lot was taken up by the Drift King. Adrian couldn't help but nurse a scathing remark: What, does he like to cherry pick his races before coming up to the line? It mattered little.

Soon enough, the race would begin in earnest.


His pedal hit the floor, his engine roaring...

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Acclimating to the speed was easy for the fact his car was heavier, and built more sturdy than most modern cars. It could handle the speed without feeling like he would lose control, but he absolutely knew not to try and take it so fast around a corner.

They'd end up in a building for sure.

So as they neared a bend after speeding for nearly a whole mile, Adrian had preemptively let go of the gas, allowing them to coast at their current speed. The cars he'd taken a lead over had begun catching up, and those that had been neck-and-neck began to overtake him. He kicked the frame of his care with his boot, before calling out:

"Klink, Discharge!"

Electricity sparked from out beneath the hood of his car, arcing across the the nearest racers, taking out their cabin lights or completely overloading the car's battery. They sputtered behind him or fishtailed as they scrambled in the aftermath, and so allowing Adrian to keep a comfortable lead.

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"What's the matter?"

Adrian's eyes leered towards the rear view mirror as Senon had begun to tunnel vision on something or someone bridging the gap. He couldn't afford to take his eyes off the road but for a passing glance, so for the first minute or so he was oblivious.

Perhaps Senon kept quiet to avoid jinxing things.

When he saw a car suddenly pushed away from the car Senon had presumably been watching, he reeled. Holy shit. He would've guessed it was a Psychic-type from the sudden agression, invisible to the naked eye, but his eyes were accustomed to the dim glow of a Psychic-type. There had been nothing to indicate the nature of said force.

Either way, they were gaining on them fast...

"I don't wanna find out what that was..."

Accelerating was risky as the gap between them and the next turn shortened, but he was feeling the pressure. As they rounded the corner, he felt the tires squealing against asphalt, burning away his traction. Motherf@%#! It couldn't be helped.

He pulled out a pokeball and shoved it at Senon.

"It's called Ohm. Just toss it at them."

Both hands were back on the wheel as Senon fidgeted with the Voltorb's pokeball in hand.

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Adrian wasn't a fan of people riding his @$$ bumper-to-bumper on the road, even if the rules of the race were basically nonexistent. And yet...

...He'd definitely just caused some destruction of public property, not that he really cared about it. If the League was going to put him up to this, they'd had better pledged to cover any insurance charges.

But they hadn't, so he wasn't about to just willing let someone trash his baby. He'd only just got her sparkling earlier that same day; they could suck it.

"Who's all left?" Unsurprisingly someone had taken the lead over them after a snaking stretch of road on Rustboro's outskirts forced him to slow down or risk rolling the damn thing over...

Ahead of them he could see the road curving once more before straightening out into an ideal stretch of road; the engine began to blare as it burned high-octane, hastening their advance further.

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Had he gone too far with the last approach?

No, it was the street racers who were wrong. He'd seen what happened to many of them during a light briefing; totaled cars from alleged participants. Perhaps it wasn't common for the participants to resort to complete sabotage, but then their discretion was of no consequence to Adrian. They had raised the stakes on their own.

Adrian simply played the board as it had been set.

He gave a curt nod to Senon as he gave a rundown. That many, huh? Perhaps he'd hoped for more to be blown aside in the aftermath of the explosion, or was hoping for more of the others to recklessly sabotage their opponents. Ah well...

If things were going smoothly, it just meant he had time to prepare for the final stretch, which was where the others were bound to unsleeve the aces they were holding. A Mrs. Mime released in the back seat, a little wary of their speeding automobile, may prove beneficial to them later.

"Sounds good, not many turns left," he huffed in frustration as they rounded one, knowing Rustboro's infrastructure well enough to say it with certainty. Just a few more corners and they'd have nothing but stretching asphalt ahead of them.

It was a motorhead's wet dream come true...

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"What's all that?" Adrian tossed over a few concerned glances at the togedemaru. Whatever he was planning, it had Adrian worried over whether a well placed magnet wouldn't screw everything up for them. Please don't happen...

He would've knocked on wood if there was any.

Adrian simply navigates the road as best he can without calling on any further pokemon. As they hurtling along at a breakneck pace, the Mrs. Mime is dutifully keeping the windows and mirrors clean, allowing Adrian a pristine view of the runners up.

'Objects in mirror closer than th-'

A whir of motion blipped past him as a single car charged forward, spitting fire out their exhaust as they passed. You would've sworn a Weezing had just belched, the smell was so putrid. "Eugh-!"

Coughing at the wheel proved a detriment as they began to fall away from their lead. "Fuckin' A."

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