his attention was captured.

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"oi," the rocket punk shouted as he sauntered toward the fallen civilian (memphis evren), "watch where you're goin' playboy!" he would kick and shove the group of men who stood crowding and towering over the individual. a drunk punch would come to meet nicolas's face, but he would take it like a champ. "pussy shit," he commented with a grin, "this is a real man's hit!" he would then drop his bag to physically retaliate. having returned the favor, he would come to be met with another assault from the first guy's friend; this friend would attempt to place nicolas within a nelson's hold, but that wouldn't go all too well as he'd come to be met with a hard hitting headbutt. lastly, the third friend would try to strike nicolas upfront. but, without so much as a warning, nicolas would simply kick the third individual as hard as he could in the shin. the third man would simply fall over.

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with a victory grin. the group of drunks would grab their friend, who bled profusely from his nose, and left the scene. nicolas, who would come to find himself bleeding from his right nostril without notice, leaned down to grab the fallen civilian by the bicep of their left arm. "vamanos, flaco." nicolas casually said, referring to memphis evren as he'd attempt to help the stranger stand.

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"you can't be out here lettin' people disrespect you like that, dude." he would take notice of the minccino, "especially in front of your pokemon, they'll think you're pussy."

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memphis evren

for his top wear one could see nicolas adorning a white shirt with the imprint "R⛛CKSTAR" boldly on the front and back, next a spiked black choker hugged the center of his neck that would complement the shirt. followed by this, the hems of his blue jeans were casually rolled up to the center of his calves. combined with his jeans, choker, and shirt, did the casually dressed nicolas don a pair of white low tops. with a black bag over his shoulder and a pair of mint green headphones around his neck. the fresh rocket grunt could be seen at night out on the town. he was checking out the scenery of his new residency within slateport. wondering what the night life of the city was like in the lower districts. just what sort of adventure would the newly appointed grunt get into tonight, and with whom?

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"whaaat..."

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well that just happened. nicolas, stunned, had little to say as he tried to gather his thoughts from what had occurred. that was a first, it was a pokemon he'd never seen before. it was scary, but also exciting. there was but one thing he could really say, "that was so cool!" he'd loudly whisper. jumping into the air with a fist risen, "you were all like, 'don't worry ma'am, i got you!' and then she was like, 'hehe, let me just sign this!' and then it was all like, 'whaaa, chomp!' that was wicked! you're vicious man!" nicolas excitedly praised. he realized he could learn a lot from Zev Harcourt.

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with his next order given, he'd search while continuing to speak, "i don't know what that pokemon was, but it ain't like nothin' i've ever seen before! was that one of those 'avatar' things i heard so much about?" he'd pause with a plethora of random items in his arms, dropping them as his eyes became emboldened with glee, "was that one of those legendary rare-type!? talk about badass, i can't believe your partnered to somethin' like that!" he would get back to searching while continuing to gush over the entire moment still.

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"i don't know what the hell i'm lookin' for, but anything i don't understand or looks like jargon? i'm just gonna assume it's what we want!" nicolas chimed.

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Zev Harcourt

"yo, who'd of thought the fair would come to town?"

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the youthful nicolas had been awestruck. eyeing one booth to the next. there was just too much to do. where were they, both he and pikachu, were to begin? "try not to electrocute the power box this time. i don't wanna get banned from another carnival, d'you know how embarrassing that is?" how was it even possible to get banned from a carnival? well, when you have a partner as rowdy as nicolas's it's pretty easy. "don't make me lock you away."

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it was then, beside @symon, there was an open bench that led to some sort of squirting contest. nicolas, running over to sit beside the large fellow, would say, "alright, squirting contest!!" with his pikachu upon his back. nicolas would take a seat to take hold of a pink squirter that was just about the same shape and color as @symon's. "yo, let me win! i wanna bring something back for the honeys at home!" there were a few rockets that came to mind he could win a few gifts for, especially if it led to a date. "have a heart big guy, huh?"

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nicolas, too, had been ready to squirt the shit out of some flies.

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Zev Harcourt

like a wolf's in sheep clothing. Zev Harcourt 's aura had grown to be bathe in a hue of blue. the demeanor he exhibited before could easily serve as an inspiration behind the meaning of a "wolf in sheep's clothing". though nicolas was still new, he would gulp at the sight of someone so dangerous interacting with a civilian.

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entering the woman's apartment. nicolas, who'd been eyeing the ground while moving the box, took note of the shadow that broke off. "huh?" the woman would ask the youth if there was something wrong. quickly, with a panic response, "s-sorry, there's a lot of dust on this package so i felt a sneeze coming on!" quickly jolting back to Zev Harcourt , he would ask with gritted teeth, "old dude just what exactly was that? somethin' weird just darted off." eyes signaling a gesture to the side one moment and then back to zev repeatedly, nicolas neverously chuckled aloud.

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Zev Harcourt

"fine, fine!"

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after tossing the handheld game away. nicolas would exit the vehicle to begin operation: snatch-a-hoe. "we couldn't have borrowed a machoke for this! what movin' people don't have a machoke on hand?" seriously, heavy lifting wasn't something he was exactly in the mood for. why couldn't he get a mission to woo the heart of some poor unfortunate souls significant other. was kidnapping where the money resided these days?

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anyway, once they were to arrive at their destination. nicolas, nearly out of breath, would drop his end of the box gasping and huffing for air. he'd rest one arm atop of the box. raising a finger, he'd say, "just...a second!" he uttered while gasping for air. "let a young vato breathe." how were they even gonna go about this next?

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"so you gonna show me somethin' cool? how we doin' this?"

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Zev Harcourt

halting his steps that were no longer full of spring. nicolas, removing one earmuff having heard his surname, turned to face the admin. "que pasa, cabron? como te trata la vida?!" jogtrotting toward the admin, he'd stop a few feet from him.

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fully removing the headset and placing it around his neck. the mention of Melody Miro would cause nicolas to form a beaming grin, "ahuevo! you a man with taste? and here i thought this place was gonna have people with sticks up their culos!" just from mentioning the idol's name nicolas immediately found respect for the admin.

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suddenly, a flash of white light would come to execute from nicolas's pocket. appearing before the admin was a pikachu who, oddly, had a distinguishable feature from other members of its species via a scruff of fur on the top of its head. crouching to meet the pikachu eye to eye, nicolas would say, upon extending his fist, "pika-pi?" the pikachu would respond, after 'fist bumping' with the rocket, "pi-pika!" he would then proceed to travel from nicolas's arm until he found himself atop of nicolas's shoulder.

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"we're both fans of Melody Miro , dat's wifey dem; my future baby mama to be exact!"

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note: i apologize for nicolas's speech, jayden cross .

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there was an intense sound of button mashing. followed by the scent of grape flavored candy. glove covered hands were seen rapidly interacting with a handheld device; it was the source of the incessant clacking that occurred within the vehicle. with the sound slightly turned down to better hear his captain, nicolas rivera would continue to focus upon the handheld video game; all while listening to Zev Harcourt speak.

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tipping his worker's cap and pausing his game. nicolas, removing the grape flavored sucker from his mouth, would say, "1104 and deliverin' a package, right boss?" he was right, but majorly wrong. nicolas, as much as he'd like to believe himself to be, was incapable of listening while doing his own activity.

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"viejo, you sure you can carry this with me? don't want you breaking your back on me." he would add, a look of confusion donning him, "and who are we kidnappin'? do they owe rocket money?" enthusiastically he would sit up to say aloud, "are we outside your exes home, right now? i'm too sexy to go to jail, you know what they do to dudes like me?" he would set his game down to look into the mirror. staring at his own reflection, he'd say, "damn, i'd do a lot to me." what were they talking about again?

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Zev Harcourt

with luggage at their side. there were a plethora of new recruits gathered together. where there were some who were nervous and others who were serious, there was but one that would possess a carefree nature to them.

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with headphones on. the green haired boy danced to the rhythm of Melody Miro 's music. he would jump, skip, shimmy and sway to the sensational idol's song while awaiting for his "sponsor" to arrive. whoever would be assigned to this new recruit would have not only work cutout for them, but quite the experience for their schedule today.

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"pop-pop, pop, pop, p-p-p-pop, pop-pop!" the boy loudly sung. with excitement the newcomer would speak to one of the new recruits beside him, asking, "yo, tipo! you know when Melody Miro's next live concert's happenin'? i'm tryin' to bag a ticket." the recruit, cringing, looked the other way. ignoring the fellow newcomer. with a simple shrug, he would return to jamming to his tunes.

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