Pyrite Town | Late Afternoon
It almost looked like all that was well would end well, but then the Ninetales exploded.
Metaphorically, of course. Her bitchfest washed over the attempted words of her trainer, the actually reasonable one, and when the fox bared her teeth at him and everyone else, Athena looked ready to break a skull. Matt himself was sick of having this bright yellow dickhead trying to act like she was the high-and-mighty goddess of this town, especially when he didn't even want to stick around in the first place. These threats were tiring. Phoenix was outnumbered here, considering how literally everybody
had Pokemon out that would defend them in a heartbeat, but that didn't stop her ranting from carrying on.“Whatever any of you came for isn’t here anymore. So do us all a favor and get out.”
Oh, she is just asking
to have all of those teeth knocked out. Matt thought of his sister and brother, how obvious it is that neither of them are in this place; yeah, the Ninetales has aimed her petty little verbal barbs at the wrong place. He doesn't need reminding that over half of his family is fucking missing.
His hands curl up into fists, shaking slightly with the effort of restraining himself from an outright fight. Athena, sensing the intense emotion, placed her hand upon her trainer's shoulder; in this scenario, among all these people, they both had to stay calm. Regardless, the Gardevoir still felt a sense of satisfaction when Phoenix was recalled to her Pokeball; let the bitch stay there and stew, Athena didn't care. Anyone that threatened and upset her trainer could count themselves lucky that they were still even in one piece. Though this is only a temporary solution, both her and Matt are more than glad to be rid of the loudmouth Fire-type for now.
Though he definitely had an odd entrance, the newest addition to the ragtag team is way more amiable than the self-proclaimed ruler of Pyrite Town. Matt accepts the offered handshake with ease; with the loud voice of the Ninetales now gone, he feels less inclined to stick completely to the sidelines. "I'm Wes, this is Whiskey. Didn't mean to cause such a fuss, but I do have an olive branch for your angry lady. I have some supplies I can offer in return for, you know, shelter and cooperation--"
The offer of supplies is never something Matt can pass up, and he can always rely on Athena to help him catch onto signs of deception. To his ever-worsening luck, Wes is cut off by a pissy-looking Justy. What's his deal? From their limited exchange, it seems the two know each other, though neither look very enthused with the fact. Matt is completely disinterested in whatever bad blood is between them, only vaguely paying attention due to the fact that pretty much everyone is now invested into whatever it is Justy has to say about the new...er guy. "Fine. Everyone, Wes is a crook. I've known him for a long time -years- and he's... He's a terrible person. A known thief and... and..."
And what? The suspense is killing him. "Escort.We shouldn't let him stay with us."
...Escort? So he just...really didn't like prostitutes? Yeah, sure, it's a detail Matt could've lived without knowing, but he'd been wholeheartedly expecting to hear “murderer.” The thief part is definitely not something to overlook, but while Matt had been prepared to take Justy at least a little seriously, all he's seeing now is paranoia painted all over him. Apparently every other reasonable person here finds it laughable as well; even if Justy is right about that first part, he's gone and thrown all his credibility out of a window. Genius."That's rude. I'm willing to share water and food and all you wanna do is condemn me. Super rude.""Police. Help. Prostitute. Somebody save us before he slaughters us all with his devilish handsomeness and performance in bed."
Athena couldn't hold back her own laughter at that. All Matt could think was of how looks could certainly be deceiving, because as nice as this lady appeared to be, that was savage.
Diane one, Justy zero. Her reasoning resonates with Matt's own-seriously, if you're going to try and out someone as a criminal, why would you bring up the thief aspect before
mentioning the whole prostitute deal? Just thinking about it makes Matt want to facepalm in the most dramatic manner possible; this is almost as hilariously stupid as the time Chris had shown him a video of a guy aiming a rifle at his own face. As Fancy Name Bishop says, there's a good way to make thieves irrelevant-keep an incredibly close eye on your stuff, though he forgot to mention that if someone does
try to steal your things, you make them pay. Ah, whatever, that might as well be implied."Midori's word is good enough for me. I see no reason to distrust you more than I would any other stranger. Besides, who knows when Justy last saw you. For all we know it could have been years before the apocalypse. I don't approve of stealing but I also don't approve to rushes of judgement. What I do approve of is someone willing to be a team player and be kind to others even though the world has ended."
Nice. Matt isn't one to give second chances, really, but Wes hasn't done anything so far, and accusations aren't always true. Not to mention, Justy isn't the one offering up supplies now, is he? If Wes really is a criminal, then they'd all handle it, simple as that. Why some people have to make things so complicated, I have no idea.
But, out of fucking nowhere, Blonde Dude decides to follow in his Pokemon's footsteps and start acting like a complete bitch. He must have been good at hiding his anger, because up until now, Matt had thought of him as being the tolerable one of the duo. "You idiots have fun arguing, I'm going to go find Cipher myself before the lot of you get me killed. I don't care what you all do but I'm going to just stay out of it. Don't get in my way and I won't get in yours. Have a nice life."
As he marched off, Matt realized how badly he wanted to punch something, or maybe someone. “Idiots?” Seriously?
What the hell is Cipher, anyways? Matt cut off the flow of questions in his own mind, because he did not give a damn. If this guy wanted to pull a 180 like that, he could be Matt's guest. He has no intention of staying around someone who would so readily insult people he had talked about “needing” not too long ago. Fucking hypocrite. After all that talk towards his Ninetales, it turned out he was a dick too. Fantastic. I can find Rose without your help, thanks.”Don't let the door hit you on the way out, buddy,”
Matt mutters, quickly thinking of his options. Rose is still out there, obviously, but there's no way Erasa has had enough time to recover from the long flight yet. Matt isn't willing to let his Talonflame collapse out of sheer exhaustion, especially when they were in the middle of a desert. If he doesn't let her rest, then he is looking at undergoing what would be a suicide mission. Looks like he might have to stay with these guys for a little while longer, but the more he waits, the farther away Rose could be. It's a rock and a hard place at this point. Matt would have to take the risk of his search being extended in order to let Erasa return to full strength, if he wants to avoid a better chance of getting himself killed, which would help absolutely nobody. Guess I'm sticking around, then. For now, at least.
By now, Wes has brought back a motorbike-lucky bastard, having that. It must make traveling through the desert a thousand times easier. If Matt had one, he wouldn't need to worry about Erasa having to handle the bulk of their traveling...but then, he'd have to leave the thing behind when they crossed regions again. Nothing is ever easy, is it? Athena is looking at him with curiosity, as if wondering what he is thinking. Or maybe she already knew, and is plotting a way to break into the nearest motor company to get them a sweet ride of their own. You could never tell with her. "I think my old apartment is still intact, so that's where I'm heading. It'll be a bit cozy for all of us, but you're all still welcome, granted if I still have, you know, a floor and all of that.""And the blonde? What are you going to do about him?" "Guy's probably had a bad day. We can talk tomorrow; hopefully he'll have chilled his tits by then. In any case, I don't think I remember any of your names, sorry. Midori and Whiskey can tell you that any names outside of booze and machine parts I'm pretty useless with. And even then, it's kind of a toss up. Mind giving them again?"
Athena smiles; she already likes this guy. He seems a lot easier to get along with then Dean and his Pokemon, which is always a good thing.”I'm Matt,”
her trainer says, and the Gardevoir quickly follows suite. ”My name's Athena.”