Pastoria Gym || Morning [Storming]
Eleroo 152 || Seek 165
Seek clenched her teeth and remained on edge. Was this what they needed, was this a Pokemon with reason, understanding, and authority? Her hopes did not rise; the Floatzel, East, undoubtedly told him a bunch of lies beforehand, painting them as villains before the masses. Would it really listen to them instead of its subordinate? Her claws curled beneath her pads as she stood, tensely staring at the water Pokemon before her. What was she supposed to do, ask for a private consult? Behind her she could practically feel the tension building within Shenron, and though she trusted the dragon's wisdom a room full of water types did not put him in a good spot. "We have your back Seek. Just tell him everything."
Felix encouraged her, his words empowering as she made herself stand a little bit taller. Her companions, no, her friends were with her and she had no choice but stand up for them.
With a deep breath the Aiveon moved her paws together to stand more politely. This was not a fight, at least not at this point, and she would do anything to gain the Swampert's favor. "We didn't come to this town to cause trouble, or even want to stay here. We were only resting after walking though that downpour yesterday, and we were planning on leaving even before he told us to. But we got held up after he attacked us, and we weren't going to travel in the middle of the night!"
The chill from the ice still lingered in her pelt, her knew type weakness not something she would soon forget. Was it justified though, who had attacked first? So much had happened she could no longer remember. "Did he now."
The large Pokemon spoke, his voice airy and not quite a question as he eyed the Pokemon in question. "She attacked me first!"
East interrupted, his voice sounding more offended than angry. "I had to defend myself; seven-on-one isn't a fair fight! Espcially when you had man and a false god on your side."
His long snout turned toward the legend, its disguise meaning nothing to him as he narrowed his eyes. "Where are the others?! Why have you dwindled in size, and why do you continue to lie?!" "Enough, East."
The Swampert silenced him once again, both preventing further exasperation and quieting the room for Seek to speak again. Her own pelt felt hot as she suddenly recalled charging the Floatzel in a makeshift dash. Had she caused all this? "...We got separated,"
she admitted, a hit of regret edging her voice, "and they are not in your town any longer."
She breathed, her missing companions still a sore spot in her mind.
For a few moments the Aiveon was silent. Her group had blamed these Pokemon, namely the Floatzel, for their troubles, but was that really fair? The separation was because of Uxie, though it was an accident. They had acknowledged themselves as trespassers, but she was the one who attacked. Had he panicked upon seeing a human, a legend? They also hadn't known about that at that point.. Seek blinked harshly to clear her thoughts. "We're sorry about the damage and the undead, all three of them. We killed each though, we didn't let them run loose in your town."
Had East even seen the birds? "You should know one came from inside one of your buildings though, so don't blame us solely for them entering your town."
With another deep breath the Aiveon stopped. She needed a moment for her bearings, and the room kept riling up and down with whomever spoke."Tsk, I killed the Tropius, don't take credit for that."
The Floatzel sneered, his twin tails slapping the ground. "Ain't no proof that other corpse we found was you neither."
The Swampert did not give a third warning, instead waving one hand before he spoke. "I believe you planned to leave. Waiting out the night is a logical move, and it sounds as though your stay here was not a peaceful one that would keep you in place."
An almost gurgling noise came as the large Pokemon cleared his throat. "I do not condone East's actions, however, as I understand it, you damaged my city, distressed my people, brought man to this town, and left multiple undead corpses for us to dispose of."
He leaned forward, and his piecing amber gaze seemed to go straight through the young flying type. "Whether or not your intentions were pure, do you truly believe you do not hold some blame?"