Miror B. was right, it turned out-- Demyx really did enjoy Nimbasa. It almost reminded him of the "better times", with all those lights and excitement... It was almost nostalgic.
He had taken up temporary residence in the Pokemon Center, and was ready for another day of lazing about in the streets with Arpeggio and his Tympole...
When this happened. Strange-looking Pokemon wandering around everywhere. Sure, they were a little bit threatening-looking... But the Pokemon he'd seen had been perfectly friendly, as well as seemingly sentient! So when one-- a Golett-- stepped forward, Demyx threw caution to the wind and kneeled before it, raising a hand in greeting.
"Hey there, little guy! G'morning!" he started cheerfully. But then the Golett raised its fist, its fingers glowing a bizarre bluish-white color. Demyx paled. Uh-oh. "Uh, hey, what're you doin'--"
And the fist promptly collided with his face. He recoiled with a yelp and scrambled to his feet, clutching his nose.
"Agh-- ugh-- wh-- What the crap, dude?!" he sputtered, backing away from the Pokemon as it prepared another attack. "Aah! G-get away--!!"
Suddenly, Tympole threw itself from his head and flopped onto the Golett's head. It stayed still for a few moments before it began to flail and shake violently, chirping out sharp notes and covering the Golett in a barrage of... bubbles.
Demyx couldn't help but stare at the scene speechlessly for a moment. Then, he grinned approvingly. "A tadpole after my own heart, huh. Keep it up, Gigs!"
He absentmindedly took a step back, and his ankle was met with... what felt like clay. Peering over his shoulder, he found another Golett-- eyes glowing with what he guessed was malice, and fist glowing with... what looked like lightning. Oh crap oh crap oh crap--
"... Aaaaaaaalright, time to go!!"
He bolted away just in time, electricity nipping at his heels, and headed for the first Golett, scooping up Gigs in one arm and making a break for it.
... For clay robots, he realized, those Golett were pretty dang fast.
"Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh craaaaaaap!" he chanted as he ran aimlessly. Hey, in this kind of panic, you didn't look where you were going! You just focused on running. And Demyx was ready to run like hell.
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He had taken up temporary residence in the Pokemon Center, and was ready for another day of lazing about in the streets with Arpeggio and his Tympole...
When this happened. Strange-looking Pokemon wandering around everywhere. Sure, they were a little bit threatening-looking... But the Pokemon he'd seen had been perfectly friendly, as well as seemingly sentient! So when one-- a Golett-- stepped forward, Demyx threw caution to the wind and kneeled before it, raising a hand in greeting.
"Hey there, little guy! G'morning!" he started cheerfully. But then the Golett raised its fist, its fingers glowing a bizarre bluish-white color. Demyx paled. Uh-oh. "Uh, hey, what're you doin'--"
And the fist promptly collided with his face. He recoiled with a yelp and scrambled to his feet, clutching his nose.
"Agh-- ugh-- wh-- What the crap, dude?!" he sputtered, backing away from the Pokemon as it prepared another attack. "Aah! G-get away--!!"
Suddenly, Tympole threw itself from his head and flopped onto the Golett's head. It stayed still for a few moments before it began to flail and shake violently, chirping out sharp notes and covering the Golett in a barrage of... bubbles.
Demyx couldn't help but stare at the scene speechlessly for a moment. Then, he grinned approvingly. "A tadpole after my own heart, huh. Keep it up, Gigs!"
He absentmindedly took a step back, and his ankle was met with... what felt like clay. Peering over his shoulder, he found another Golett-- eyes glowing with what he guessed was malice, and fist glowing with... what looked like lightning. Oh crap oh crap oh crap--
"... Aaaaaaaalright, time to go!!"
He bolted away just in time, electricity nipping at his heels, and headed for the first Golett, scooping up Gigs in one arm and making a break for it.
... For clay robots, he realized, those Golett were pretty dang fast.
"Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh craaaaaaap!" he chanted as he ran aimlessly. Hey, in this kind of panic, you didn't look where you were going! You just focused on running. And Demyx was ready to run like hell.