The sudden call for his foregone name immediately snagged his attention and more. With a quick snap of the neck, his eyes had darted to his left, excited to find who that voice belonged to. "Bunbun?" His voice slightly cracked near the end. Before he could give much of a reaction, the girl had thrown herself to him, leaving him no other option but to reciprocate the warm hug she offered. Ezra chuckled. This was exactly how he had pictured her - cute and lovable. Like a small energetic kitten.

"Ye-yeah, it's totally crazy!!" Excitement oozed from his voice as his lips were quirked up into a bright smile. Moving back from the hug, Ezra readjusted his black rimmed glasses, which had slid down the bridge of his nose from the sudden hug. "Wait..." The smile had suddenly vanished from his rosy face and had been replaced by a quizzical look. With eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted, hand to his lips, he suddenly proclaimed, "Yep, I knew it! You look e x a c t l y like how you sound."

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A gasp escaped his lips as Lex lunched at her prey, as a lioness would do to a helpless zebra. His eyes widened at her general display of aggressiveness; up until now he thought of her as one of the "calm" rockets. Now...not so much. Ezra's hands twitched. Part of him wanted to stop her - there was no telling how much damaged that hit caused, and well, he didn't want to held responsible for a man's untimely death. His conscious was too weak for a burden like that. But...he didn't want her anger to be averted onto him. No no, he'd much rather watch from the sidelines than participate in whatever this was.



Still, there had to be cleaner way to do this. Something that didn't involve physical entanglements. Looking over, Ezra beckoned his Espeon closer before pointing at the man. "Try holding him down with your psychic?" Once again, Sol's eyes began to glow as a white hue encapsulated the whimpering man. After the blanket of psychic energy had set into place, Ezra took a step towards him, his eyebrows forcibly furrowed. "Answer her," He commanded, his voice barely wavering to his normal levels of anxiety. He then looked back towards his Pokémon. "Tighter." Just as he uttered the command, Sol attempted to tighten her psychic grip onto the man, making him squirm under the increased pressure. The man eventually bellowed out a response, though, Ezra wasn't quite sure it was what Lex wanted to hear. Whatever the case may be, he was here to usher the process along so he could get the hell out of here.

Vicious screams filled the battle field as trainers and pokemon alike participated in this war. Ezra was the quietest of them all, unsure of how to react to such a sight. One moment he was grazing through the plush meadows of hoenn. The next? Well, splashes of pink and blue freckled the earth, as a sudden horde of Sylveons came into view. Even Luna, his energetic Umbreon, was louder than he. Though, despite the mixture of confusion and anticipation smothered across his cheeks, the man felt a deep hunger of want inside of him. A want that screamed, 'c a t c h t h e m'. And so he did. Or, at least, he tried to.

The fox pointed upward, indicating both Ezra's next destination and task. Any extra movement or time wasted would push the ticking time bomb in his head further towards explosion, so a curt nod was all he could offer in response to the man's directive. No more, no less.

Ezra's brown eyes flickered towards the staircase leading upwards. He gulped. Then, with a heavy foot forward, he began to trudge his way across the room and then up the stairs, paper bag in tow. Sweat trickled down his face in miniature ravines. Every few seconds or so, whenever his willpower weakened, his eyes would drift down towards the bag. It was oddly heavy for something so assumedly small. Scarily heavy.

Reaching the top of the staircase, his left hand shakily reached for the door handle. It was rusted and worn out, carrying a glint of old age. He jiggled the nob softly, then attempted to push it open with his knee.

It didn't budge.

He tried again. Nothing.

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips. He could feel his own heart pulse in his chest, the pace slowly growing faster with each attempt. His eyes briefly steal a glimpse of the paper bag again. Why was it so heavy? What could be inside? He forcibly returned his gaze to the door, his grip tightening, knuckles turning white. He attempted to push the door open once more, this time with a considerable amount of force. The door begrudgingly creeks open, it's hinges howling out in pain. With another breath he moves forward and into the unknown.

Polished granite tiles, sparkling chandeliers, and exotic furniture was what his weary eyes were greeted with upon exiting basement. It was a hotel lobby. Unfamiliar faces freckled his surroundings as the lobby was bustling with chattering guest and overworked staff. No one paid a single mind to him or his paper bag.

The oddly heavy paper bag.

The squirming paper bag.

Ezra shook his head. There was no time to waste - his objective was clear and his time was ticking. So, he pushed himself forward, no clear direction in mind. His eyes, both wide and dilated, searched the area as he moved. It hopped from face to face. Each time he did, it felt as though their eyes would slowly begin to meet his, piercing both his heart and soul. Were they staring at him? Did they know why he was here? It shouldn't matter. The paper bag shouldn't matter. Was that another squirm or was that his own heart beat rattling his entire body? Forward, he had to move forward.

"Excuse me..." He would murmur softly as he crept across the lobby. His eyes flickered up; there was the stairs, placed right beside the elevator. So up he went, each step growing harder than the last, as his body trembled fiercely. "Room...Room 207." The higher he climbed, the more the flames of fear licked his mind, draining his mental state.

Eventually he made it to the door with the bag still in hand. The damned paper bag. The eerily heavy paper bag. The awfully warm paper bag.

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Ezra offered a quick nod before pushing the door open with a light shove. The door’s hinges wailed out in pain as the door swung inward, revealing the first floor of the cabin. Due to the severe lack of illumination, their sight was restricted to the small amount of light being allowed in through the now gaping door. Spooky.

A exasperated sigh left Ezra’s lips as he released his only fire type Pokémon, Melon, from out of his ball. The charmeleon released a low cry of excitement before following his trainer’s instruction to light the path forward with his lit tail. “At least we have a torch now...” With a small circle of light now guiding their expedition, the two reluctantly plunged into the unknown together.

The first thing worth noting was that the entrance immediately split off into three different directions: a small room to the left, the living room, and a Wooden staircase to the right. “Le-let’s just go forward, yeah?” While he would typically ask for suggestions, he feared both for his mental and physical safety too much to climb up those ancient stairs. And, well, if Serena wanted to venture off individually, that would be a decision she would have to make alone.

Each step they took bore out a loud, painful creak from the boards below, making Ezra shrink deeper and deeper into his jacket each time it would bellow out. Without warning, the television suddenly flicked on, brightening the living room with it's glow. Quiet static displayed on the screen. "Was...was that you?"

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“I jus-“ Before he could get much out, the sound of heavy footsteps shattered the conversation and brought his focus back onto the mission at hand. His eyes Instantly flew towards his superior, worry splashed across his features, as he had hoped she would offer some sort of consolation as to what to do. Nope. The woman had slithered back into the darkness. It was clear by her actions that she was expecting him to prove his worth, but there was a massive issue with this plan: Ezra had no worth. Not in his mind, at least. It was like expecting a small mareep to take down an Onix - it ain’t gonna happen. But, of course, he couldn’t just admit that. This was team Rocket, after all. And, for his goals to be fulfilled, he had to gain some level of trust from his current allies.


“Dangit .” He cursed under his breath. To avoid being immediately spotted by the incoming man, Ezra pressed his back against the nearest wall, his fingers tracing the outline of one of his poke balls. There wasn’t much time left and he knew that. Yet, despite the approaching target, the cogs in his brain had frozen up. Does he throw out a Pokémon? If so, which one?


Step.


Step.


Ezra’s ears perked up as the man was about to pass their alley way. “Screw it.” With a swift flick of the wrist, he tossed out one of his poke balls. There was a bright flash of red before his Espeon, Sol, had appeared. “What the fuck-“ The man’s cries of bewilderment was cut off as Ezra had directed Sol to use psychic on the fellow with the purpose of forcibly flinging him back into the empty alley.


Colorful language filled the air as an visible aura of pink capsulated the hollering man and carried him deeper into their spider web. As she did so, Ezra looked back with a sheepish grin and said, “Good, right?”


Regardless of Lex’s response, he had spun around and began to follow Sol. She had set the man down near the back of the alley, but kept her psychic grip on him, knowing his agitation would lead him to hurt her trainer. Ezra stood there, faced to face w the furious man, unsure of what to really say. “So...we he-hey can you please stop screaming for a second? I’m trying to tell you som- cmon, just for a second.”

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