so all they had to do was beat down a car like it was nobody's business.

she could do that.

unfortunately, it was gonna be way tougher than beating up a person. only because it was made of steel and stuff, so punching it probably won't yield too many results. sucks, but there wasn't much she could do about it. not like she could do it herself, anyways, otherwise she would have brought her pair of brass knuckles. would have beaten it up real nicely.

"really sucks", blair groans with a salazzle that hissed at her side. technically, the lump of metal didn't have to be beaten to a pulp, right? she could just like, corrode it? even though it'd probably take a bit longer, and they were on the clock. damn. she should have gotten her absol to do some pounding, too.

... well, there was nothing in the rules that said you only had to use one pokemon, right?

that thought in mind, she casually pulls up a pokeball and releases the absol, snuffing at the residue stench. came from a dumpster, so it was no wonder. "yo, abaddon. don't get your panties in a bunch, yeah?" the platinum blonde snickers, much to the absol's distaste.

she was assigned a partner, and ohohoho.

tall and handsome, her kind of guy. someone get the entire fire department, and a glass of water while they're at it.

the woman offers a two-finger salute, paired with a slight smirk on her lips. "hope ya didn't wait too long for me, sweetheart~"

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[attr="class","witness"]"Not too long, sweetcheeks."

Abner's 'nickname' or 'petname' is more of a 'hey dude' than it is any form of a line. He just looks the blonde up and down and sort of admires her as an object rather than a person. Why? Because he barely notices himself as a person instead of an object.

His pangoro gives a puff and snort, moving over to the objects and beginning to bash away. This small talk means nothing to her. She wants to pound, to kill, to let off some fucking steam!

Releasing his bisharp, Abner waves toward the cars.

"Have a ball, bud."

In mild confusion, Bish just looks at the cars, then at the pangoro who he's terrified of, before finally deciding it's a stress relief exercise with an audience and does just as his trainer commands.

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and she leaves him with a wink and smile on her lips, before glancing back to the car. sweetcheeks? cute name, almost rivalling her sweetheart. he was a good piece of eye candy, but he wasn't what she should be going down on. it was the car that she was supposed to be having a field day on.

but she'll definitely be taking a glance at some of that later.

diablo glances to the absol, standing tall while glaring over at the car. "go at it" she casually waves the pokemon off, and the seemingly composed pokemon leapt and pounced at the lump of junk and metal with little hesitation.

following up, a salazzle came forth and began to scrounge up its toxins from its throat, and then she lets out a solid gunk of poison at the metal. the blonde smirks, watching it slowly melt away the metal, away from the other pokemon in fear that they could get themselves hurt.

"so~" she starts, shooting a coy smile over to the man, "is there a name i can put to the face, or is sweetheart good enough?~"

Abner Armstrong
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[attr="class","witness"]This chic was something else. One didn't meet women like her every day, and that much was proven by how Abner just smirked and watched the chaos of the pokemon before them. There was no point in looking the woman over anymore. He'd learned all he could while they had their clothes on.

"You could call me fuck boy and I'd be satisfied," Abner began with a smirk. "But my name's Abner."

It was doubtful she'd realize who he was, in any realm, simply because their circles didn't cross. But they would know each other now, wouldn't they? And Abner wasn't the kind to use 'fake names' if only because he rarely added his name to his rocket dealings.

Those underground fights he used to tear pokemon apart in? He definitely didn't go by Abner, but by some sort of stage name, so.

Though Abner Kipling, and his face, were known around all circles MMA as a fighter who'd just gotten finished with a multi-regional tour, all legal fights, with a known addiction to unnecessary violence in his fights. Maybe she'd know him from that, maybe not.

Abner didn't care either way, really.

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"god, take me to dinner first."

she snickers, giving a wink in his direction. he was a flirtatious one and, if the world has ever told her anything, was that the lirtatious ones knew how to have a good time. of course, there was nothing she could do when they were in public and clothed. shame. maybe next time, she tells herself.

but his name, though? a name she's heard rom the underground, where all the darkest and shadiest figures gather around a darkened room, littered with anxiety for those of the weak heart. she knows of him because of the murders and the cases, all of which he somehow got out scotfree. she knows of his accomplishments around and about, and she's heard the name around the deepest of the corners.

the fact that he's made a bit of a name for himself piques her interest.

and she'd be a hypocrite to be put off, anyways.

"blair. i'll keep up sweetheart, thanks~" the blonde smirks, crossing her arms as she watched the pokemon. "you're that infamous fighter, yeah? i swear i've heard the name and seen you before."

Abner Armstrong

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