bad day at black rock [m]
posted May 20, 2020 3:21:16 GMT
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If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable.
The mass of civilians crowding the streets and boardwalks of Lilycove certainly didn't make tracking down a runaway swindler and his Kadabra any easier.
But Atlan persisted.
In an attempt to try and figure out their tricks, and essentially catch them red-handed, he had played along with their strange game of cups and simultaneous fortune-telling via tarot cards. It was in the middle of that, however, that he'd been made a fool of. The young swindler, who couldn't be much older than ten or twelve years old, had caught on to his own lie and pickpocketed his wallet. He would have caught the kid but, well... he had tripped. And now he was walking around with a slightly scraped knee where his trousers had torn.
The tiny Rookidee on his shoulder chirped, prompting him to stop in his tracks just beside the plaza fountain as he looked around at the surrounding crowd. It was just past lunch time... why were there so many people out and about? He sighed. "If they're not here then they must be in one of the alleyways nearby..." He muttered to himself and his bird, turning back around before moving forward and immediately bumping into a salesman carrying a large tree of cotton candy.
He yelped. Tripping on his own feet like a buffoon, he struggled to regain balance before instinctively grabbing at the cotton candy tree and a random girl's arm to try and steady himself. In the end, it resulted in him dragging them both into the fountain with him when the back of his legs hit its edge. His Rookidee, Nemesis, on the other hand, flew to safety atop the fountain statue of Eros from his shoulder, well before he'd made his splash.
Atop a pile of cotton candy that immediately disintegrated into nothing more than sugar water, the soaked assistant gasped and pulled himself up. After trying in vain to shake the water off of his soaked arms, the suited young man groaned as people gathered to see what all the commotion was about. The cotton candy salesman, a middle-aged man with a beard, was wide-eyed and angered by Atlan's accident. He started shouting things in French but, unable to understand, Atlan turned his attention to the female beside him instead. His embarrassment and shock grew threefold.
At the sight of her, he blushed and blinked and felt like his stomach had been tied into a knot. "H-Holy Floette... are you ok?" He asked, offering her his hand. "I— there was a—he came out of nowhere, that man, and— ugh, shit, I'm sorry..."
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