Mona took a step back, hurt on their expression. How could she be so aggressive like that? They only wanted to pet the Altaria.
“Um…are you okay? Are you having a bad day? That outburst seemed a little rude…!”
“Whether or not you consider my actions ‘rude’ is of no concern to me. I spend much time grooming Elizabeth’s fur to ensure she stays nice and clean after how often she stays outside of her pokeball: I do not appreciate strangers coming up to me and asking if they may pet her. If anything, you are the rude one. Hmph.”
a low sigh escapes her. maybe it’s best she just lets this girl’s weird 18th century diction go for now, because hikari’s not about to argue with her over being called a COMMONER. ` you put coins in. if you can match up the three pictures in front of you while they’re spinning, you get money. sometimes you might even get a jackpot. i don’t play it often unless i’m BORED. it’s not like i have a lot of money to spare. `
“How simple~!” she said, clapping her hands together. “Simple, yet time consuming nonetheless, a game of pure luck that cannot be manipulated by outside factors… what a marvelous device~” she blinked. She didn’t have a lot of money to spare? “Oh, would yoy like some of my money?” she asked, opening her wallet. “You can play on the slots, as well, if you’d like! Consider it my thanks for taking time out of your valuable day to answer my questions!”
And there she goes again. Sigh. No, you’re not, you’re an infant, is all that runs through Proton’s head. Hm. Des he walk away, or does he entertain the thought of grinding this kid’s face into the dirt for a bit. Probably the second one.
Proton completely ignores any of the blathering coming out of Weird Girl’s mouth. Instead he just sighs and adjusts the brim of his hat a bit to pass the time until she shuts up. …Which she doesn’t seem real keen on doing. How annoying. At least talk at less of an ear-splitting volume. “I’m gettin’ pretty good at throwin’ knives and your stomach ain’t a half bad target if you don’t shut the hell up. Your bullshit is giving me a headache.” As if Proton is one to judge others for bragging, but that is slightly beside the point.
“Are you… threatening me, sir?” She forced herself to ask after a few moments, surprised by the directness of the threat. A knife in her stomach? … how charming…However…
“… If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work.”
“I’ve already stared death in his face, sir. I won’t let myself be scared by the likes of you.”
The grunt doesn’t seem to be dissuaded by her words, arms crossed and gaze even. The Crobat on his shoulder was staring down the so called ‘Hero’ just as evenly as Eli, clearly neither of them impressed.
“Do you realize all of that means nothing to me? I literally just don’t care. Your attitude is atrocious, even if you are a champion. You may have a certain degree of respect in Kalos, but you are not, in, Kalos. This area is restricted to everyone, I highly suggest that you leave.”
“Where I am does not matter! Be it here, Unova, or beautiful Kalos, my authority is still absolute! A Champion is a Champion, no matter where she is!” The Altaria stared at the Crobat in return.
“This whole area is suspicious: and I’ve had a history with shady characters, before. Team Flare…” she shook her head. “I demand access so I may investigate!”
{🌟}- The ends of White’s lips twitched into a nervous smile “So-sorry i guess you must be a pretty big deal to receive the those titles.”
“That’s one way to put it, ma’m,” she said with a grin, extending her hand. “Now, for a proper introduction: I am Lady Alexandra of House Rohan. And you, good lady, are the corporate executive officer of the B+W Agency? I came out to this land to try to seek you out! … Or if not, may you direct me to your boss, ma’m? This is the right address, right…?”
Proton is fantastic at this interacting with the public thing, apparently. He considers making further raspberry noises at the kid, but she cuts herself off after a bit. Thankfully. There’s no way this infant actually managed to become champion or take down anybody, Proton refuses to believe that. She’s probably just some stupid kid with her parents’ pokemon trying to make a scene. Arceus. How annoying.
“Gonna go an’ cry back to your own mama that somebody hurt your poor little feelings?”
“Doesn’t matter who ya think you are. You’re not allowed to scream at me.”
“Not allowed to scream at you, you say? I disagree with you, sir!” oh no, Alex was not the kind of girl who backed down to when anyone told her she couldn’t do something.
“I am she who brought the whole of Kalos salvation when destruction waited at her noble doorsteps! It was I who conquered the Eight Gyms, the League, and emerged victorious over Diantha! She who battled Team Flare and emerged holding the sun with her own two hands! If you tell me I cannot do something, I shall defy it to the bitter end! For I am no ta lady who runs to her father for aid when she is upset or defied, for such things are beneath a Champion!”
She pointed a finger right at him, still screaming. “So do not think for even a moment you can disregard me and give me orders, sir!”
` it’s slot machines, mainly. you know… games that rely on LUCK. do you think of yourself as a lucky person? `
“Luck? A slot machine? I’ve never heard of such a thing: is this how commoners usually gamble?” she asked, before grinning a bit. “But! I should at least try it once: I consider myself a lucky individual. Do you play these… ‘slot machine’ often? What should I expect?”
Proton somehow manages to keep a straight face throughout this entire tirade. And then-
“Ppppbbbttttthhhh-thttht-ht.”
That was a really eloquent response, Pro. “An’ I’m the king a Johto. Get cher head outta your ass, shortstack.”
“H-H-How dare you!?” she practically screeched, nearly jumping back. How dare anyone laugh at her, the Hero of Kalos! “I am she who disbanded Team Flare and held the sun with her own two hands! You will not…!”
What could she do, really?
She could glare down at this taller man, she supposed.
“Your parents should be ashamed of you, I hope you know that!”
` i was just saying, you’re a little YOUNG for gambling. even heroes can’t do things sometimes. trust me, i know. `
she shifts the bag on her shoulder, huffing softly, ` and i don’t take you for much of a gambler, anyways. `
“Oh, a little gambling, is that all they do here? What do they bet on? Rhyhorn and Rapidash races? On Pokemon battling? Ma’m, I’ll have you know I’m no stranger to gambling!”
