TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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While the situation he was in wasn't fantastic, at the very he least he wasn't being pestered about what happened - and now that he was getting assistance the actuality of his injuries set in. He'd assumed they weren't going to be much worse than regular scratches, but with how woozy he was starting to feel, he had a feeling he my have been underestimating Boulder's ability to tear through things. He swore if the Lucario wasn't useful he'd never let the damn thing out of his ball again.[break][break]
"I'm glad. I'd pet him but eh, don't wanna get blood on him." He didn't think many folks or pokes would appreciate that. "M'Bekrel by the way. You?" He was going to pretend he had no idea, that'd be playing it safer he assumed. N was a reasonable guy, he... hadn't had bad intentions. Hell he was a much better person than Bekrel was or ever would be, so this should be a breeze. Act a bit more hurt, get dropped off, part ways.[break][break]
The only snag might be that N's Riolu may figure out he was putting on a front. They were smart little things, when they weren't powertrained to aggression.
So there weren't pokemon trying to kill him, so Edd mustn't mind his presence too much. He grinned lopsidedly once he had the baker's attention, still confused about what the hell was going on. He was afraid, but not of being hurt or killed. He was afraid of Edd, kind of. How Edd would take his presence, if he'd send Bekrel away, which would have been a valid and reasonable course of action. Instead, he simply started to talk about prices.[break][break]
"Huh? Oh, nah sorry, I can't aff- wait, they're how much?" Bekrel blinked in confusion, holding coins in one hand and notes in the other, looking more than just a little dumbfounded. Were they really that inexpensive? He thought back to every time he'd looked at mochi while out with his parents buying bread, only able to look. It was too expensive, they could barely afford the standard. The time he spent with - his jaw tensed, stopping himself right there. [break][break]
He simply put down a handful of notes. "Is this enough for all of them?"
If Bekrel wasn't mad before... His hackles raised when Tord made a comment about him not using any kind of shock, at first his instincts told him to run, hide, just get out of the situation. Fear gripped him, before pure rage took over. He bared his fangs, squared his shoulders and drew to his full height, looking the other over. He was trying to seek out weak points, anything he could use. He had a plan, one that may get his ass kicked. [break][break]
"I never asked for or wanted their respect." With that, Leather was returned to it's ball. "Obedience from fear and training is much more efficient." Tears pricked at his eyes, before he let blind rage take him. He threw himself forward into a run, swinging and grabbing at anywhere he could - trying to get his opponent to start running. He needed Tord's back turned if his plan was going to work - assuming he could even follow his plan now he'd let his anger take hold.
Bekrel debated just bolting out of there, maybe trying to steal something small and stupid so they could still be doing something bad, rather than rocking up to buy a handful of things to... he wasn't sure what he was trying to achieve, if he was honest. It just felt like he should turn up, buy something. Maybe he wanted to say sorry? He hadn't done that in a long, long time, so he wasn't familiar with etiquette on that. When he was spoken to, he tensed up, head whipping round to look at Edd - who Bekrel assumed hadn't recognized him. Glancing around to make sure nobody else was watching, he pulled the half balaclava out of his bag, holding up to his face for a moment, a sheepish grin slapped across his face after.[break][break]
"This is stick up." After a moment, he frowned. "That...wasn't funny. Sorry." He wasn't best known for his humor. He tucked the balaclava back into his bag as he looked over the baked goods, eventually picking up a box of muffins, a little wary of approaching the counter at fist, eventually biting it and stepping over. He placed the box down to start rooting through his pockets for money, struggling to get into his pocket for a handful of seconds, his fingers raw and red from the last fight he'd been in. Once he did manage to yank it out though, looking up to pay, his eyes caught sight of something wonderful.[break][break]
Mochi. He did his best not to keep glancing at it. "Uh, just these. How much?"{/b]"
Bekrel knew what he should do - he should charge Edd again, throw out Boulder and risk the attack against himself. Imum didn't have room for the weak,it was only as strong as it's weakest link...and yet, he couldn't find it in him to do more than swipe his tail about and glare, and even then that softened. Edd was right and he hated it, but they'd be there fighting until the cops swung round and picked them both up. Bekrel wasn't keen on prison.[break][break]
Blood family...he refused to acknowledge that. Imum was all that cared for him, he knew that much. With a nod, he took a step back, piling his pokeballs into his bag, once out of sight he'd take off his mask and jacket before pelting it home. For a moment, he looked at Edd's injuries and felt a pang of guilt - but only for a second.[break][break]
"Yeah. Yer right.. sorry 'bout yer face. Still lookin' good though." With that, he took off, taking off and hiding his Imum related symbolism as he ran. He kept thinking about what happened, about Edd. Once he was less shaky on his feet, he did some digging, and it didn't take long to find out where Edd worked and lived. Normally he'd be gathering that kind of information for an attack, instead... he was curious. He gave it a couple days, taking only his half-mask from the fight when he was sure he'd be able to manage just striding on in there. It was a risk, one he wanted to know he was prepared to escape from should it go wrong. It was also a risk he knew he shouldn't be taking.[break][break]
He entered the bakery, avoiding the few pokemon that seemed to be skittering about, looking at the goods available a little awkwardly. Would Edd recognize him..?
Bekrel was a bit of an idiot to think he was homefree having dodged aid from Gallade, of course N was deadset on helping him. There wasn't any escaping he situation considering he couldn't exactly run, or let one of his pokemon out, that was what had caused this situation in the first place. That, and he had no personal grudge against N, there was no need to risk exposing his identity over being too petty to accept help.[break][break]
This time accepting the support, doing his best not to bleed everywhere, he spoke up. "Aye you gotta point there. Bleedin' out doesn't sound like much fun." More fun than limping around surrounded by do-gooders that would probably off him should they figure out who he was aligned with. "I live not too far from here, jus' that way." He nodded in the direction he'd been heading. "Couple lefts and a right. I have a first aid kit n' all, I can patch myself up." Not to mention copious amount of experience treating wounds inflicted by his Lucario.[break][break]
"Sorry for the rudeness before,was a lil' startled." He was cautious of the Riolu especially, who seemed incredibly interested in him. "Yer little guy there's real cute." In reality, Bekrel wasn't fond, but he wasn't going to punt the Riolu and call it a fleabitten mongrel now was he? He'd be asking for more trouble than he could handle if he did that.
Bekrel wasn't expecting any disturbances on the way home, everyone had left him be, only sparing him a glance, moving on when he fixed them with a glare that threatened a fight if he was bothered. He just wanted to get home, the longer he was out the more risk there was of some kind of authority trying to whisk him away to a hospital. If he could get to his first aid kit, patch himself up and all, he'd be able to try get hold of Imum, they'd possibly help with the rest.[break][break]
When the Riolu bounded up to him, then back again he stopped dead in his tracks, freezing up as a trainer and his party of pokemon rounded the corner. Great, some do gooders getting in his way. At first, it didn't click who this guy was, Bekrel was about to growl out an insult and limp on, glad he realized what the situation was before he let his mouth run. His ears lowered a touch, tail lashing nervously behind him. "It's not as bad as it looks, I'l be aight. Thanks though."[break][break]
He continued on, aiming on walking right by, having a feeling that it wouldn't be that simple. He didn't want to answer questions that came with being found injured, he didn't have a cover story, and his wounds were clearly inflicted by some kind of pokemon. He'd have to admit to being Imum, or at the very least shady, for having a Lucario so vicious, and considering N had a Riolu... his odds weren't looking great.
At first Edd was talking shit about Imum, things Bekrel had heard a thousand times before. He kept his head held high, a smirk slapped across his face under the mask he wore. He stayed put when Edd drew closer, though he did tense up and his stance faltered for just a second. The dig at him losing the fight had his hand twitch for his pokeball belt, though once more he didn't loose any of his pokemon upon Edd. [break][break]
He opened his mouth to retort, cut off by Edd continuing, then stunned into silence, his eyes widening. The aggression in his stance was gone within seconds of the other having finished speaking, all the cockiness and confidence draining from him all at once. For a handful of moments, he felt like he did when he was younger, a good few years younger, and he shrank away from Edd a little. [break][break]
"...Fami-family is nothing." He retorted, trying to keep his confidence in his voice. "It means nothin. You mean nothin to them." His ears were lay flat, tail tucked. Everything about his stance had completely changed. "They'll all leave you to rot in the end."[break][break]
He realized he was cowering, lifting his ears and lashing his tail behind him, narrowing his eyes. "But keep believing what you want."{/b] He ignored the tears pricking at his eyes, hoping they didn't show. "The offer's an open one."
Bekrel was silent for a moment after Edd spoke, just looking at the injuries they'd caused. Edd should be glad that was all he was limping away with - if he'd had it in him to actually do his fucking job, Boulder would have torn Edd apart. If he could actually use electric energy- instead of thinking about that, he was going to be an asshole.[break][break]
"Oh boy yer one'a of those optimists." He laughed, though not half as energetically as before. "Lemme guess - based on calling yer pokemon ya 'family', ya got ditched, yeah?" He took after Edd, following along behind him, his own hands behind his back as he walked. "Ditched ya and ran for the hills, so now you gotta pretend those pokemon ya keep are some kind of substitute. Or did you abandon them? Yer friends, parents, whatever."[break][break]
He didn't expect to be right or wrong, he was just shit talking based on observation. "Kinda wish I hadn't gone in on ya. We need folks like you, and you'd have an actual family with us. People, that can actually talk 'n shit, not creatures you keep in balls." Bad time to proposition joining Imum, but he was working with what he had, and that wasn't much. "Wouldn't gotta worry 'bout the cost a' fixin' up your face there - sorry abut that by the way. Don't normally swing for the face so much, but you're pretty damn tall. I wasn't gonna get far wailin' on you elsewhere, eh? But nah we'd fix you up for nothin' more than considerin' our cause."
Nothing about this situation was good - up until Bekrel managed to sink his fangs into Tord's arm. He started to burying them in as far as he could, biting down harder and harder. One blow to the head made him clench his jaw, the nextforcing him to let go and stagger to the side.[break][break]
He moved back, shaky on his feet, trying to clear his vision as the world spun around him. He hated this - it took him so fucking long to recover when he was hit in the head, he'd seen people smaller than him recover so much faster. He stopped, wobbling still, trying to refocus on the guy he was fighting. He wasn't even seeing doubles, he was seeing triples. Sparks still flew from his teeth and hands, aimlessly so. He barked for Leather to do something, though all it did was spill water uselessly onto the floor.[break][break]
With each punch that missed, Bekrel just got angrier and more willing to risk letting Boulder loose again. No doubt smoky here had some kind of combat training, which would normally make thing more fun, but after being fire blasted in the face? He wasn't in a good mood, let alone one to enjoy a challenge.[break][break]
He let himself be shoved back, it gave him momentum to move a good few feet without needing to expend the energy on a jump. It wore him out, sparring like this, he needed to conserve his energy. Once he was still, he lurched forward, trying to sink his teeth into his opponent's arm. If he could work his teeth in and toss his head, he'd be set for the rest of the brawl.[break][break]
If that didn't work, he'd propose an offer; Imum could always use strong fighters after all.
Feel free to do what you'd like, assist, hinder, harm him more, as long as you don't permanently remove a limb or kill him I'm good with anything.
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Letting vicious, tactless pokemon loose was always risky business, especially ones that only knew basic commands and had been fear-trained enough it forgot all other language. Bekrel had set his Lucario out into a crowd, to let him bite and kick to his hearts content, to scatter the crowd and remind everyone that there were forces more important than their pathetic lives at play. However... it didn't quite work like that. Boulder, disoriented and wild-eyed after being kept in his ball for too long ended up turning on Bekrel himself.[break][break]
Boulder got hold of his trainer's arm, fangs clamping down around it, shaking his head side to side viciously like a dog with a chew toy. Bekrel cried out, kicking the damn lucario away, giving him just enough time to return Boulder to his ball - after that he took himself off, to shrug off his jacket and take off his mask, shoving them in his bag. He winced as he looked over the injury, feeling blood soaking the pants of his leg as well. Boulder had caught his thigh with his claws, nothing too bad, it'd scar at worst but this whole situation was going to put a huge dampener on his plans.[break][break]
Gritting his teeth, he started making his way to try and find some kind of public transport to return home to his first aid kit. None of his pokemon knew any healing moves, on top of that letting one had caused this problem in the first place. He was a state, limping and clutching his torn up arm, expression steeled and cold, trying not to let on that he was in any pain.[break][break]
Can't win 'em all. Bekrel figured that there wasn't going to be much pulling this round in his favor considering he couldn't even see let alone figure out if he was grabbing pokeballs or a rock. Whatever. He didn't care about his pokemon, they didn't care about him, so he wasn't bothered if he died and they ended up put down due to aggression. When he was kicked back over and held down, he grunted, giving Edd's leg a pat, jovial more than an actual escape attempt.[break][break]
...When his ribcage wasn't crushed, and instead he was released, he frowned, pushing himself up to he was sat cross legged, vision starting to come back into focus. He'd done a real number on Edd, and if he was honest? After that tackle he was kinda hot. Joining Imum was keeping him out of that trouble, but little else. "What, you're jus' gonna walk away?" He shook his head. "S'disgraceful. Shouldn't walk away 'til your problems dead." Maybe goading the guy that could absolutely crush him if he so desired was a bad idea, but hey! Where's the fun in playing it safe?[break][break]
"Fighting's gonna happen whether you like it or not, Edd - and knockin' one Imum grunt for six aint gonna change the world." His first attempt to get back up on his feet was a success, and while he did actually grab Boulder's ball... he clipped it back onto his belt a moment later. "I wont stop, but I think ya know that."
"Then why don't ya kill me, ya fuckin' idiot?" Bekrel rubbed his hands together, sparks flying between them. He made no comment on the other having fallen, instead they opted for lunging at him, aiming to swing at him with balled fists, until something connected and knocked him for six. "Jus' wanted yer name!" Couldn't even give him that, manners like that didn't deserve to tarnish Lyeant.[break][break]
Leather continued to block the way, so if Tord fell back he'd land on it, and then probably be in a lot of trouble. Bekrel was pretty content swinging at him for now though, each punch they snapped their jaws together. Leather may be having some very, very interesting dinner today - it seemed to know that, based on the way it watched Tord, jaws parted somewhat, ready to snap if given the order to do so.
