He/him
20
December 20
Foretree City
Gay
Trainer
Civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @nicodemus
nicodemus unken
I'm The Devil You Forgot [m]
POSTED ON Aug 12, 2022 18:57:16 GMT
Tracking Matthew’s trail had been paradoxically easier and harder than Nico expected. For the most part, Tekka was surprisingly cooperative! Her rings illuminating only slightly as she acquiesced to his orders. Worryingly, Matthew was not further into the wilderness but rather, deeper in town… Somehow crossing paths with what Nico might have callously described as unsavory people. Shifty glances, secretive clothing, and dangerous attitudes were just a few of the characteristics Nico could point out as he observed the neighborhoods they passed. The deeper they went, the more inclined he was to pull the hood over his head and zip up his jacket, obscuring the shrunken Pokeballs underneath. Only Juvon reframed from hiding in his Pokeball, opting inside to hide in Nico’s blond hair, lying flat against his skull to avoid bulking up the hood noticeably.
“Let’s be careful here…” Nico whispered in warning to his two Pokemon, hearing a soft rumble from Tekka’s throat and feeling Juvon’s claws tighten in response.
Eventually, a warehouse came into view. Er, The Warehouse, which was apparently used for something different than most other buildings of its type. Lights and crowds were visible even from the outside. Nico’s heart started beating rapidly as possibilities filled his mind; a Pokemon black market? A gang hangout? Kidnapping ring? His jaw clenched, and an internal decision had been hastily made. “Around the back…” He interrupted the Umbreon’s gait, grateful to see the alpha-sized ‘mon stop and turn to make eye contact. “…look for an opening. On my signal, blow it open.” An understanding filled the dark-types glowing eyes, and her large ears fluttered ever so slightly. Nico knew he had just unleashed hell. “Please, do not get caught.” He’d add, seeing Tekka’s nod before she’d turn away.
Before the dark-type got too far ahead, he’d let out Lilypad. The two matched eyes until Nico pressed his forehead against the other’s fuzzy head, “You be careful too. Follow her lead.” And they were off. Yet Juvon hadn’t moved. “Sticking with me?” Nico felt the mouse bury his face deeper into the blond fluff.
Entering the Warehouse was surprisingly easy, albeit costing him a bit of money to get through… Truthfully, Nico wasn’t sure what to expect when he entered, but a bustling, amp’d up crowd made perfect sense. Now he knew where the noise was coming from… Weaving through excited and loud bodies of people, Nico eventually beat the crowd until he saw what the fuss was all about. His boyfriend alongside a stranger, fighting against Pokemon. Two fighting types. Nico had arrived just in time to see the second fighter, a Throh, join the picture, eyes wide as he fixated on the MC of the room. The man apparently hosting this whole mess. His eyes were wide and filled with something indiscernible as the blond moved through the crowd once more. Weaving quickly and efficiently, using his lanky, thin physique to his advantage.
One could be forgiven for confusing Nico for a lightweight. A pushover with no real strength behind him, instead only relying on his Pokemon’s strength. However, his slender form obscured the many hours of training endured alongside his own pokemon... He picked up speed when he saw a clear path through the crowd, straight to the MC standing atop his unimpressive podium. Grasping at his electrified gloves as his boots carried him faster until he was nearly sprinting at the MC’s back- but of course, bodyguards got in the way. Two nameless, larger men blocked his path- until Juvon sprang forth from his hood, electrocuting both with a sharp, stubborn cry, while Nico barreled right in between the guards and blades of Thunderbolt.
Stride unbroken, Nico threw all his momentum and weight behind the punch, aiming to drive electrified gloves hard into the MC’s face. The catharsis of knocking an arrogant man off his feet may have been a nice bonus, but he instead sought a purpose; aiming to slam the MC clean off his feet and into the Sawk down below.
“This fight is over! You have one chance to let us leave!” Nico shouted atop the podium, raising his elbow as Juvon perched atop it, cheeks sparking threateningly.
|
|