[ The communicator clicks on to a purple haired boy -- assuming that is a boy, the voice is, after all, a little high pitched -- fiddling around with it. At last he grins, apparently noting the record button. ]
--oo? Helloooooo? If you're on the other line, can you say something for me? This PokeGear is a little outdated, if I say so myself. --
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His feet moves at a steady pace to keep the ball rolling and to reach the Horton and Lander intersection. Just one more crossing and he'll be there. But who's that purple-haired girlboy nearby and the large creature standing next to it?
Marx stopped dead in his tracks, watching the Gym Leader and his pokemon closely. Had he not been chipped, he wouldn't worry about the two. But since he is, well... Let's just say it sucks being him.
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He starts making his way toward any sound of life. The fact he's been given a PokeGear means people have to be around somewhere. Though his Scyther keenly glares in the direction which their now-stalker watches them, Bugsy is too bewildered by his new surroundings to notice.
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"Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah! Ppppbbbtttt!!"
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Bugsy's attention snapped to the direction of his Scyther's cry. They were a team; he knew his pokemon's every sound and gesture and what it meant, and right now his Scyther was alerting him to an enemy.
"Get ready Scyther!" he commanded. He wasn't sure what exactly he was up against, especially considering the strange sound, but whatever it was, it was no match for the power of him and his Sycther's teamwork.
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That can't be right!
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Just who do you think you are, aru? Has no one taught you to respect your elders!?
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