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[prefersantennae]

[ 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 This PokeGear is a little outdated, if I say so myself.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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Commet Log

[maruku_soul]

More mumbling of the mouth, but with little frustration. No kicking of his ball, but him riding on it instead. His expression is not of rage for the failure of his plans to take over his home planet and the loss of his powers, but of intent to get what he wants from this planet, and that something is somewhere over at Latimir Street where his 'friend' is waiting for him.

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.

Commet Log

[prefersantennae]

"This doesn't look anything like Route 33," Bugsy sighs as he and his Scyther reach an empty intersection. This place is like a ghost town, almost; void of any life by what he sees, humans and pokemon alike. And despite the fact there isn't anybody around, he still can't help but look both ways before crossing the street and skittering by quickly. There's something daunting about a town that's been built up but looks abandoned... There's only a small comfort that where he is right now isn't Goldenrod City.

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.

Re: Commet Log

[maruku_soul]

Marx paid little attention to the boy in green, since his interest is more focused on the Scyther following him. He watched the bug pokemon stare at his direction, which is returned with a look of his own. But it wasn't one expected in a situation like this; one Marx dropped his communicator onto the ground, he gave Scyther the infamous raspberry.

"Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah! Ppppbbbtttt!!"

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[prefersantennae]

"Scy! Scy!"

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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[maruku_soul]

Good thing Marx doesn't want to fight, since it's not his strongest suit in his current form. But that doesn't mean he can't fool around and maybe manipulate the Gym Leader just for kicks. Besides, he isn't far from his destination and have nothing else to do, so why not waste a little time?

Marx carried himself over to the duo with his ball, rolling over to Bugsy and away from Scyther to prevent himself from getting sliced by its blades. Once within reach, he started to lick the others' fingers with his tongue before letting out two simple words.

"Marx, Marx!"

Being observant has its advantages.