OoC: Hopefully it isn't too late to join, I read the previous posts and nothing too major has happened, so I assume it's all right? Also, providing I'm permitted to stay in the RP, I don't know how many (if any) of you are reading Reformation, but there are spoilers.
BiC:
The crowd began to disperse as the wind picked up around several of the stalls, a gentle humming could be heard from what appeared to be a cloud lowering itself down towards the road below it. A few shop keepers shouted angrily at the Altaria and the trainer that rode on the Pokemon's back, the stalls knickknacks toppling from the flapping wings.
"Sorry about that! Sorry!" A young man, about fourteen, shouted to everyone in the area as he leapt down off of his Pokemon, a soft thud sounding from his worn, black boots meeting with the ground beneath him. "You big lummox, I told you to land outside of the festival, not in the middle of it!" He whispered to the dual dragon/flying type. The Pokemon let out a soft sigh as it hung its head. "Aw, come on now, don't be like that. I'm sorry I called you a lummox." The boy said as he pulled out a Pokeball and returned the Altaria. From behind him, he heard the hearty laugh of Legion, his Haunter. Undoubtedly it was laughing at the misfortune of the shopkeepers.
"Sorry again," The boy said as he shifted uncomfortably and inched his way down the road, toward the center of the Festival of Stars.
Now that he was a safe distance from where he had his less than perfect landing, he removed the blue-lensed goggles from over his brown eyes, pushing them up and causing them to move several strands of his orange-red hair up into messy spikes, like the rest of his hair. He lowered the black and grey scarf from over his nose and mouth, back down to its position around his neck. He wore a ragged, old, grey sweater and simple black jeans. On his hands were purple and black fingerless gloves that didn't match any of his other clothing. Flyn Logan never cared much for fashion, and his less than impressive clothing only proved that fact.
Flyn looked at all the stalls that he passed, not seeing anything that he absolutely needed to spend his money, or rather, his friend's money, on. Though, all the shops carried very interesting items and collectables, there was only one thing that he was absolutely here for, and that was the tournament. It was his first real tournament, after all, he had the right to be excited. He walked passed a shop that seemingly specialized in cat Pokemon based goods, and he continued walking without looking back, "I hate cats," He murmured.
There were a lot of people at the festival, and he continuously staggered from being bumped into or shoved aside, he wasn't exactly difficult to move with a height of five-foot-nothing. He sighed as he took a more aggressive approach, shoving back when someone tried to move him. The plan was short-lived, however, because a large and frightening looking bald man scowled and raised his fists, ready for a fight. "Uh, my sincerest apologies, sir..." Flyn trailed off, stepping back, "I didn't mean to--" He turned and started running in the opposite direction, the man continued to shout after him, and Legion cackled in his ear.
He turned his head to look at the Haunter, who materialized just to the right of his trainer, "You know, you could have done something to help." Flyn said to the Haunter, if the Pokemon had had shoulders, it probably would have shrugged. Flyn didn't notice the small group gathered in front of him, he was too busy thinking of a response to his Pokemon's indifference. The Haunter, still floating alongside his sprinting trainer, raised a disembodied hand in a point, Flyn looked just in time to attempt stopping, which in turn caused him to trip over himself and he crashed into the middle of a small group that had gathered with a yelp, as his face became better acquainted with the ground. Legion only laughed, in the boy's semi-conscious state he wondered how the Haunter had become his closest friend, then he remembered as it helped him to his feet and patted him on the back.
The creature found pleasure in other people's misfortune, and that was true for his trainer as well. It adored watching the problems of other people, and sometimes even played pranks and jokes to help them along. However, Flyn was the only person who, even though Legion found it hilarious, he would come in and help cease the misfortune. Once he'd gotten a good laugh anyway. Flyn even found it funny himself, sometimes, he laughed along with his Haunter for a moment, before he noticed blood trickling from a small wound on his forehead. "Ow," He moaned, Legion noticed a blue bandage on the back of one of the group members' head, he motioned to it.
"I'm terribly sorry, today just hasn't been my day." He apologized to the group. Two of them, both boys, appeared to be his age. One had a Stantler and was wearing a forest green t-shirt and a red vest. The other was traveling with a Shieldon and was wearing an orange jacket over a white t-shirt. There was a tall, dark-haired man who had a Jolteon and a girl with dread-locked hair and a striped shirt on. "I didn't mean to disturb you, I was just trying to get away from a man who wanted to beat the living snot out of me." He wiped the blood off of his forehead, careful not to touch the actual cut. Legion motioned to the bandage again, implying that Flyn should ask.
"Flyn..." An older sounding boy breathed from behind him, Flyn stiffened at the sound of the voice. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble, can I?" The voice sounded irritated, but not angry. It was soft and kind, but still firm enough to hear the disappointment. Flyn turned and saw a man about seventeen years old, he was dressed in a dark green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, and black and blue Hi-tops. His black hair was pushed out of his eyes, and the pale green streaks caught the sunlight, they matched the color of his eyes. A leather messenger bag hung behind him, and an Umbreon sat at his feet, ever watchful and wary of the group before them.
"Oh. Hi, Rein. You know, I was just looking for you. Weren't you flying right behind me?" Flyn asked innocently. Legion nodded in agreement with his trainer.
"I was, until you and your Altaria decided to fly through a cloud and I lost sight of you. Luckily Napalm spotted the commotion you caused when you landed and we weren't too far behind you." Rein sighed. "It wasn't too hard find you, I just had to follow the disaster that you created. One gentleman seemed particularly distraught."
"I didn't mean to bump into that guy, I was just trying to find the sign-up table." Flyn began to argue, Rein shook his head and laughed softly. He wasn't upset, he'd known Flyn long enough to expect this sort of thing. He raised his hand to stop Flyn's speech, just as he was getting into the 'it wasn't my fault' part.
"I'm sorry for my friend's behavior, everyone." Rein addressed the group with a smile, "My name is Rein Vanguarde," He said with a slight bow, "And this is Flyn Logan," Flyn waved to the group, embarrassed.
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