Mad Dog of Rocket
he/him/his
31
May 8
Pyrite Town, Orre
Heterosexual
Night Club Owner
Executive
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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dorian westcliff
Fire it Up (SW)
POSTED ON Dec 19, 2018 22:18:08 GMT
As the Magmar was torching the corpse of the Hitmontop, something would watch them from the shadows. A Chandelure had taken notice to what had transpired, watching as the blonde's Magmar had not only taken out the Hitmontop that attacked them, but had outright proceeded to torch its body, seeing to it that the annoying Fighting-type had died. It had seen the clear signs of malevolence in the man and his Pokemon, could tell that they enjoyed what they were doing. And that if left unchecked, their flames would rage out of control. The Chandelure absolutely relished in what he saw in the scarred man. The glow of blue, spectral flame would give away its position to those who would look in its direction. And indeed, Mr. Bigglesworth, in his curiosity, would turn his head to see the glow of blue flame coming from the mountainous terrain nearby. He would let out a cry, practically pointing himself in the direction of the glow. Dorian, looking over, would approach the source of the glow, with the Torracat and Magmar following close behind him. Eventually, the trio would spot a Chandelure waiting for them. But rather than attack the duo, the thing instead seemed to be bowing its head at them. Dorian remained cautious, wondering if it was going to fire off something at them. But the Chandelure raised its head back up, its bow being genuinely respectful. Dorian would bow back at the Chandelure. "A pleasure to meet you as well, spirit of flame.", Dorian said to the Chandelure. The Chandelure turned its head back to the smoldering remains of the Hitmontop that Dorian's Magmar had just taken care of. "You like our handiwork, then?", Dorian would ask the Chandelure, with the flaming ghost nodding eagerly in comparison. It would then notice the smoldering Hitmontop was somehow still alive, still clinging onto life, despite its injuries. The Chandelure would see to end that, floating over to the weakened Fighting-type, and siphoning what remaining life was within the creature, finishing what the man had started. Dorian grinned as he watched on. "You know, we've just met, but I like what I see already! How would you like to join up with us? There's plenty more lost souls for you to burn and consume at your leisure!", he offered the Chandelure with a grin. The Chandelure would look on at the Torracat and Magmar in his company. He recognized the look in their eyes, the one of murderous intent. He would also see it in the man's icy eyes. The Chandelure welcomed it, company that he could actually relate to, as opposed to those goody-two-shoes trainers that the League employs regularly. But the question was, would he go over to his side without a fight?
tags: @tag notes: Chandelure finishes off Hitmontop. Dorian likes the Chandelure, and offers it a spot on his team.
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