|| Suzaku 37[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Fortree City| Morning
Suzaku's face brightened a little when Anubis replied, his soft whimper of a voice spreading relief in the fire bird's chest. He began to walk forward, hoping to get some of this whole debockle straightened out. Oh, thank Legends he'd found someone
friendly-- "No! Nonononono! You're dead! I saw- I did...I killed you!!"
Suzaku stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the accusations. So... that wasn't some fever dream? Those images, all of that blood... the screaming... He shook his head free of them, only to discover that he'd suddenly been holding his head. Blinking in confusion, he dismissed the echoing voices in his mind and strode forward, looking only to calm the little, frightened lucario. Placing his clawed hands on Anubis' shoulders, he held them gently, but firmly, his expression bewildered, but warm."Look, Anubis... I don't know what happened after... that,"
he began softly, keeping his hold. "But I do know now that I'm actually here. See?"
He gave a small, playful punch to Anubis' chest, where his fist bumped solidly against the fur. "Here."
He wanted to ask about the others, about what happened to them, but... looking at Anubis' poor state and the protective glare the other blaziken was giving him, now was probably
not a good time. He cleared his throat, suddenly very, very
aware that he actually had something of an audience. That... that was awkward.
Staring blankly at each of them, he heaved a heavy sigh, deciding, Well, why the hell not?
He put up a hand in a friendly, small wave. "Hey there, everyone. I-uh... I know him,"
he began, pointing at Anubis. A scoff sounded somewhere below, and for a moment, Suzaku wasn't all that sure where it'd come from. But quickly afterward, a portly -very
portly- raichu emerged from the thicket of the crowd, a sour look on his pudgy face.
McChu had had enough of this flowery bullshit. With the dragon twits, the blind retard and this new guy that seemed really questionably close to one of the younger boys in the group -Ew- he'd just reached his limit. Acht had announced that it'd probably be better for them to move on to Lilycove, and by Legends, that was way
better than whatever the fuck this
was. "Hey, Dipshit--"
he began, making his way out of the forest of legs and after Acht. "Get a room and fuck already-- shit. Daylight's wasting; stop staring at him, you creepy-ass fuck."
Alarmed by not only the raichu's adamant and immediate hatred of him, but also by the very specific and disturbing accusations, Suzaku's eyes narrowed into slits as the fat rat walked past him. He knew these types-- assholes with filthy mouths and minds, walking on everyone around them like doormats. He'd dealt with enough of it growing up, training, etc. He'd thought in a world of collective crises, the basest insults and prejudice would, you know, stop for more important things. Apparently not.
Well, he knew what to do with them.
Fuck with them.
Catching up to the waddling rat with only a couple of strides, the bastard didn't even have time to turn as Suzaku, without hesitation, placed a large, taloned foot on his head and pushed. Hard. How inconvenient that the sprawling route ahead of them was downhill. With the rat rolling and unable to stop himself, Suzaku merely smiled as he watched, the rat's unfiltered, unchecked curses fading the more he careened down the hill. He turned back to the others and shrugged, beginning to follow on foot. "We should catch up."
After a few steps, though, he did wait for Anubis, wanting to try and catch up without being rudely interrupted again.