"Are you an Absol?"
murmured the Aerodactyl, astonishing Lancelot as she was silent throughout the entire confrontation. Adding to his alarm was how pretty the dinosaur was; she seemed innocent and sweet as well, enhancing her beauty. Under normal circumstances, Lancelot would have complimented her, but the fact that the bitter Raichu remained so close made him decide against it. Although he was a flirtatious canine, Lancelot did have strict morals when it came to someone already taken. He couldn't be for certain if they were a couple, but he didn't want to take an arbitruary risk. As to not allow his tongue to slip, he shook his head in response to the inquiry, giving a smile to show he wasn't offended with her mistaking his identity. "'Help?'"
the Raichu mocked in a scathing tone, tearing away Lancelot's focus from the innocent Aerodactyl. Bolts crackled from his plump body in fury, causing Lancelot to flinch at the outburst. "You wanna 'help' us? Go back in time and save the poor kid that just fucking died, you ass!""I didn't k--"
Lancelot was interrupted as the Raichu spat at his paws, causing him to leap backwards almost comically in an effort to avoid the stray saliva. He curled his lip in disgust. How disgusting, how unbelievably rude. The irked Furfrou barked in rebuttal, his way of a wordless threat. "Here's some fucking 'help' from me to you, Buddy,"
the Raichu snapped, each step he took closer causing Lancelot to scramble backward. He felt his back pressed against a wall. The Furfrou caught the gaze of the Aerodactyl, of whom wore a concerned expression which tugged at his heartstrings. "Make yourself useful and jump."(Sometimes, I wish.)
Lancelot braced himself for a battle, but he recalled his lackluster skills in the art and decided against it. (The route of a pacifist could be my best choice. Plus, the Aerodactyl is probably terrified I'll hurt her partner, poor girl. Besides, his mind is probably fogged by grief, acting rash due to his sorrow. I'd have to sink lower than him to punish him for that. And, for lack of a better term, I couldn't win anyways. He seems capable, and I'm, well, this.)
He readied a Protect, the screen materializing in the air. "McCHU!"
a voice scolded, her loud stomps echoing throughout the pillar. Lancelot dared to open one of his clenched eyes to reveal the raptor giving McChu (Lancelot couldn't help but laugh internally at the childish name) a fiery shove. Lancelot felt grim satisfaction at this, silently thanking his prehistoric savior. As the two squared off, Lancelot realized the frantic cry he had heard--"he's not going to make it!"
--belonged to the Archeops. This meant that while being unable to save her friend despite her best efforts, she was keeping a level head. Either she was lax, which was unlikely due to the violence she just exhibited, or McChu had a temper that required adjustment. Whatever pain the Raichu had felt during the squabble, well, he supposed it was justified.
The Archeops, satisfied with the outcome, gave Lancelot an intense stare. Lancelot felt his heart churn beneath her scornful glare. "Not the best first impression, I'll give you that. But what are you doing here? This place is an island-how did you even get here?""What...exactly are you...? What region are you from...?"
Before Lancelot could answer, the feline (of whom he neglected to notice before) interjected, "What does it even matter? He's just some pampered house pet. Of course he couldn't have hurt Champ, he's too busy bitching about his wet fur. He probably washed up with the rest of the trash like me, isn't that right Lancelot?"
Assuming Champ was the poor soul who just passed, Lancelot hated to admit the cat was helping his case. What she spat out was the truth. Although Lancelot could have chose kinder terms to break it to everyone. Still, it was obvious the Persian wasn't fond of Pokemon of his regal stature. "I apologize if I'm not feral enough for you,"
said Lancelot, his words coming out ruder than he intended. He bit his tongue, knowing this was not going to end well. To cover up his mistake, he began talking quickly, "I'm a Furfrou from Kalos, and as your dear friend mentioned over here, I was pampered, however, I was not a House Pet, I was a Show Dog."
He beamed with pride before continuing, "And, well, to be quite honest, I may or may not have done some pretty, erm...risque favors in exchange for a ride."
He gave a sheepish shrug and stared blankly at the floor, abashed at admitting such a private detail. Silence reigned for a few short moments as he regained his composure. He could feel the frosty eyes of the Persian on him--this secret probably making her more smug."A--anyways,"
he continued, "I told him that I had my sights set on Lumiose, but the cur, pardon my language, threw me off here. And when he bailed, I just kept walking. I finally got to this building, in all its majesty. It is quite beautiful and mysterious, you must admit! I've never seen anything quite like it,"
he gushed, biting his lip in an awkward stupor. "Ah, I suppose I've gotten ahead of myself. But a tidal wave forced me to run inside, lest I drown. And now I am here. Although, my timing may not be the best. I do apologize for that."
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