Ca-KING!

The three wheels of the machine rapidly spun, revealing an array of colorful pictures to the wide-eye Jasper. "Arghhh please please please...!!" They begged and pleaded to the god of gambling addiction-- and yet, their prayers were left unanswered and discarded.

Two Charmanders and a Bulbasaur.


"Ay, fuck this!" They grunted. They were never lucky with these damn machines. Even if it were rigged to hell and back, they just knew it would spit out the same damn bullshit as always: two Charmanders and a fucking green onion. Grumbling obscenities, Jasper slung is bag back around his arm and lifted himself off the crinkled leather bar stool. There was no point in sticking around much longer. Not when he had already went through his earnings.

As he begun to head towards the exit, however, the shrill cries of patrons ripped away his attention, causing his entire body to twist itself backwards. "Holy fuckin' hell...?"

First, a wave of confusion hit them. Was this a distraction for somethin'? Maybe. Then, another wave-- bigger than the one before it-- crashed over them, enlightening them to the truth issue with this sight.  Was someone trying to fuck over their FAVORITE casino...?

With a swift flick of the wrist, Jasper slugged a poke ball to the air, releasing Ravioli from the device's jaws. "Lock that bitch in place!" Nodding and hooting, the Decidueye was quick to respond to his trainers command, drawing out a quill from his wing. Stringing the arrow back, a large orb of dark energy collected at it's spear, eventually releasing as the avian used SPIRIT SHACKLE on the destructive shadow Pokémon before it.

  

Upon the hit of the spirit shackle, Jasper utilized the time to send out another mon to the field: Ramen. The static riddled voice came moments after.

Some fun? Jasper gritted their teeth to their opponent's sly words. The douche probably thought of this as already won.

The spirit shackles were easily defeated by the vicious creature-- though, a slow still remained effective. Good. "U better fockin' dodge that shit," He called out to the avian. Ravoli was quick to dodge, using his long wings to rocket himself upward, closer towards the ceiling. Unfortunately, the casino's had lower ceilings than expected, and thus, the pokemon right foot got grazed by the other's claw.

"Ay Ramen," The trainer turned towards the other. "Can ya mimic that douchey voice you just heard? Tell the shitter 'Change in plans. They got me covered over here. Retreat towards me.' " Their eyes then darted up towards the wounded Decidueye. His right foot was curled up from the damage and a slight waver of pain flickered in his eyes.

The Zoroark nodded and repeated the word back out to the Pokemon. If this worked they would be closer to the culprit. If it didn't, well, that would be another issue.

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Zoroark uses it's illusion ability to recreate bryan's voice
bryan delarosa @sammysimmy

The reaction of the Kommo-o brought the widest smile to their face. "Jackpot." Knowing they had enough time to follow the enormous creature, especially since it was taking half the hallways with it, they took the time to turn back towards their Pokémon and a peculiar man nearby. "If ya lookin' to help we gotta go now!"

With the wave of their arm, the trio dashed off towards the direction of the beast, calling towards any security guard they could. Backup would (hopefully) be provided by them once the scene settled in the main room. The trail of destroyed debris and ruble led straight towards what appeared to be the safes of the casino-- typical. "Ey fucker, what the fuck you think your doin' with all that cash?"
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bryan delarosa mason moore

The masked man's words earned a eye roll from Jasper. "You rockets always annoy the shit outta me. Just. Fuck. Off."

Shoving a hand into his back pocket, he searched for the familiar feeling of one of his devices, but was only met with only a collection of lint. Not too useful in this situation. Where were they? Had he forgotten them at home? Silently cursing to himself, the trainer directed his attention back onto the situation, noting that he at least kept something concealed in his clothes. Not all hope had been lost yet.

Jasper countered the other's directive with his own. "Ramen, block that attack before it hits! Ravioli use leaf storm the group!"

The two were swift to follow: the zoroark threw herself straight in front of the incoming attack, allowing the other to have enough time to release one of his own. Wings out stretched, the Decidueye's feathers glowed a bright green, and began to flutter off one by one. They swirled and flew round into a tornado-like form, which tripled in size within the second of it's creation. Then, with a tut, the pokemon sent the flurry of feathers towards the audino and it's trainer
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bryan delarosa mason moore

"Are you fucking kidding me," They shouted, their gaze sharp and their voice hot. Yes, him and that twat weren't friends, but he at least assumed they were on the same side in this. Maybe not. "When I'm done with this fucker, you're next."

The Type:Null was as quick as it was deadly. It directly hit Ravioli without a hint of hesitation, effectively landing a hard-hitting blow. The decidueye cawed out in pain, barely managing to remain on it's feet as it was hit with encore swiftly after, dooming the Pokémon to reusing the same power exhausting move from before.

That backstabber of a bitch was definitely going to pay for this.

The situation wasn't looking too hot. Both of his Pokemon were facing a typing disadvantage, and their one chance of changing the tides had been sabotaged. Jasper's pointed eyes swept the area. There had to be something they could use to their advantage, something to turn the tables once again.

Then he found it.

With small grin, he nodded towards his two Pokémon, signaling them to wait for his lead, and took off. Moments after, the lights fluttered off, encasing the battlefield in a smog of darkness. Ravioli, who was still badly injured by their last attack, would do it's best to land another Leaf storm-- this time from above. Ramen, on the other hand, would use this opportunity follow through with one of their classic moves. Shifting into an image of her own trainer, the Pokémon would sneak their way past the enemy, moving as quick and quietly as a shadow. Once position behind, she would use NIGHT SLASH on the straps of the bag withholding the cash (or what she assumed to be the cash), allowing it's container to fall into her arms. If caught, she would further slink herself into the darkness behind, masking the bag in her arms with another illusion. To others, it's Poocheyana. 

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This is a lot, so feel free to msg me to change or just fuck my shit up. Sorry for all the DISHONORABLE tactics lmao