#BarettPangoro

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A shady looking Scrafty walked down the sidewalk of a quiet street. He held up his loose, slightly saggy pants as he looked around the area. Not many people around as far as he could see, just a Slowbro with a bag around him waiting for a ride. Suddenly, a grand idea came to the Scrafty’s mind. He grinned and snickered darkly, casually making his way over to the other Pokemon. The Scrafty tapped him on the arm, to which the Slowbro very slowly turned his head around, and gave a smile.

“Well... hel...lo... there! Did you... Need... Some...thing... Sir?” He spoke in a slow, slightly deep voice. The Scrafty simply stuck his tongue out with a seemingly innocent smile. “Oh, nothin’, just wanted to take ya’ stuff is all.” The Scrafty had a stupid grin on his face as he snatched the bag away from the Slowbro, knowing he would be too slow to do anything about it, and began running off. Unsurprisingly, the Slowbro was very slow to react to this. “Come... Back... With... My... Stuff!” He shouted, and the Scrafty stopped in his tracks for a moment, seemingly complying, only to turn around and stick his tongue out at him tauntingly, before running off again, the Slowpoke being helpless to do anything.

The Scrafty didn’t look back as he ran down the sidewalk, chuckling to himself. “What a suckah! I oughta start goin’ after those slow guys more often!” His laughter grew louder, but his celebration was cut short as he ended up bumping into a Lucario, dropping the bag he stole.

“Finn! You lil’ shit!” The Lucario hissed, hopping and holding onto his bruised leg. A green Scizor picked up the dazed Scrafty and held him up by his hood with his pincers. The smaller Pokemon squirmed, trying to get free.

“Damn, that must’ve been some headbutt. And here I thought your head was full of air.” The Scizor snickered, handing Finn over to the Lucario, who promptly dragged him by his hood to a nearby alleyway and pinned him against the wall by his arms. “Ya’ brotha ain’t here with ya’ I see?” The Lucario’s face formed into a wicked grin, showing off his bare canines. “Good shit.”

Finn frantically shook his head. “W-wait! Yous don’t wanna really beat me up do ya’ Jayden?! A-after all I knows you two gotta have ANYTHING bettah tah do, right? I’m fragile, ehehehe, what’s tha point?”

Jayden growled in response. “The point is you’ve had this comin’ for a long fuckin’ time. Some of my shit went missing, you think I’d forget, ya’ lil’ shit?” The Lucario growled once more. “That, and you’re a cakewalk to pick on... What’s in the bag, Joseph?” He asked his partner.

“Hm. Seems the little runt here got himself some loot.” The Scizor flipped the bag upside down, only some money and a few personal items fell out from it. “It ain’t much though.”

Jayden huffed. “Whatevah, it’s mines now. On tah business...” Still holding Finn by the hood, his free arm reeled back dangerously. Finn shut his eyes and flinched, expecting to get pummeled by the stronger Pokemon... Suddenly, Finn felt his grip release him, and he fell to the ground on his rear.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a large Pangoro had grabbed the Lucario by his wrist. The Scrafty’s eyes lit up and he smiled widely, this Pangoro was no mere stranger to him. “Barett! Ya made it!”

“B-Barett?” A look of fear replaced the smug look on the Lucario, as he hesitantly turned his head to face the larger Pokemon. Before he could even get a look, he was harshly tossed into a wall by his arm, the back of his head smashing against it and he dropped to the ground, unconscious.

The Pangoro turned his attention towards the Scizor, who greeted him with a nervous wave. “H-hi there... Barett...” He gulped. Barett grabbed the Scizor’s chin, bringing their faces together. “Up to any trouble with ya’ buddy here?” He asked, glancing over to the unconscious Lucario, and his brother Finn, who was grinning wide at how the situation had turned now. The Scizor frantically shook his head no, his panicked eyes on the Pangoro’s rather large fist. Barett cracked a smile, letting go of him and patting the top of his head... Before he swung a punch across his face, knocking him into the ground. “Good. Now you two fucks get outta here and clean yaselves up. And if I catch you sweatin’ my baby brotha again, I’ll make sure you regret more than me knockin’ ya’ fuckin’ jaw loose. Got it?” He growled. “And that’s Mister Barett to you.”

The Scizor quickly nodded, getting up and rubbing his aching cheek, before going to pick his friend up off the ground and carry him off. Finn stepped up to see them walk away and made a rude gesture towards them with his middle finger. “Yeah! Ya’ bettah run! Best not ever mess with us again!” Barett simply gave a low growl, making his way to Finn, kneeling and bringing his brother over to him by his arm and inspecting him. “Are you hurt?” He asked, brushing off some dirt on him. Finn put his thumb on his chest and grinned confidently. “Psssh, those punks could nevah hurt me! I learned from the absolute best!”

Barett rolled his eyes, standing back up again. “Whatevah. You best praise Arceus that I came lookin’ for yo’ ass when I did. Startin’ to get sick of playing super hero for you. Do you even know what day it is?” He asked, crossing his arms. Finn shrugged in response.

“Vinny is out today. We’re meeting him at his pop’s place and takin’ him back to our hangout to meet everyone. Now come on. And try to stay close to me.” Barett began making his way down the sidewalk. Finn’s face lit up with excitement, and he started following his big brother.

“Fo’ real?! Sweet! Hold up!”

<<Finn and Barett are available for asks. Why don’t you let your curiosity take over?>>

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Senal@Barett: Man, for a second there I was going to start placing bets on you versus those two other goons. Why'd you let 'em go? You gotta rough 'em up a little bit, at least let your brother here get a hit in for some practice. Looks like he needs it honestly... Anyway, what's got them running scared of you? Are you some big time cage match 'mon or something?

“Well uhh...” Barett rubbed the back of his neck, his brother in the background trying to do a somersault kick and ending up falling on his rear. “He’s a work in progress. As for why those two ran, to put it short, i’m the enforcer, and bodyguard of our little organization. They were nothin’ but peons compared to me... That and i’m a pretty big guy. I would have knocked their teeth in if I wanted to, but I can’t go too far. Still gotta leave them healthy for our, ahem, business runs. But i’d be allowed to give them some heavy discipline if they got too far out of line.”

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Cronus (Askre): Humph, what are you, some kind of mafia? If you need someone to disappear, here's my card.

Barett took the card and stared at it for a moment... Then gave it to Finn who did the same. Finn soon looked up, eyebrow raised, and suddenly his hand and the paper were engulfed in flames, burning it into nothing but smoke.“Yeah, sorry bud, but I think ya’ got it wrong. You should be coming to us for the dirty shit. As long as you got pay.”

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Silence@Finn: The Nidoviper eyes the Scrafty suspiciously, the air around Finn just seems...off. It's clear to him that the Pokemon is up to no good, but at the same time he can't really do anything about it. H did overhear his conversation with the Pangoro however, which did make him curious. "Excuse me?" He asks, getting the lizard's attention. "I'm sorry for my intrusion, but I've overheard something earlier. You said you're meeting someone named Vinny? Are they a friend of yours?"

“Eh?” Finn turned his head towards the sound of someone possibly him. He looked to Silence, giving a grin and a peace sign as his own way of greeting the Nidoviper. “Yo! No need to apologize, gonna be a bit of a borin’ walk anyways, might as well make some friends... Vinny though...” Finn put his hand on his chin, looking at his feet, gathering his thoughts. “He’s a great friend of ours. The three of us go waaay back... If I had to tell ya’ what he was like, Barett was the muscle, and Vincenzo was the brains... And me? I was the cute one!” The Scrafty snickered, patting the other Pokemon’s arm. “I mean, my bro is smart and all, but Vinny was more careful and calculating. He’d rather plan his actions out than start knockin’ heads out of no where.” In the back, Barett cleared his throat, staring dead at his brother and the Nidoviper, and also pointing at his wrist. “We’re almost there, you know.” Finn waved his hand dismissively. “I knows, I knows, wrap it up.” Finn looked back at Silence.“Anyways... Yeah, he’s a pretty cool guy. Brotha sure could sing, too! Couldah made a career for himself...” Finn soon looked up at Silence, giving him a wink. “Ya’ know, if we ever meet again, we could use someone with some funky lookin’ genes like yours!”

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Re (Askre): *he clutched his bag closer.* Why would you do such a thing to that Slowbro? That could've been all he had. I'll report you to the police. And if you try anything on me, my partner won't be happy. You don't want to get attacked by a mega.

Finn gave the Typhlosion a deadpan expression, looking back at his brother and snapping his finger. “Yo, Big B, wanna take this one?” Barett stepped in front of his brother and cracked his knuckles, staring down at Re. "Gladly..."It was a moment of silence, as Barett looked the smaller Pokemon up and down. "So... You wanna play snitch, huh?" The Pangoro spits on the floor. "We have a saying out in the streets... Snitches get stitches. But if you threaten me and my brother with the police? You might just end up not recovering. Lucky for you though! The police can't do shit. The gangs here practically own the place. Go ahead and tell your partner all you want, but I'm damn sure a mega can't take out a whole gang of Pokemon." Barett growled, getting to eye level with Re."So what's it gonna be, punk?"

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Sagittarius@The Dudes; The frantic bug scurries over towards the commotion she heard, pulling out a sturdy wooden staff from her cloak and preparing for battle. "W-wait, I-I can help! Wh-where are they? Where are the baddies?! I can get 'em! ...It's over? O-oh, well that's good! Ahaha... U-umm... Was that a common thing? I really hope not, but it sounded like this has happened many times before... Why does Sir Finn here get picked on so much?"

Barett and Finn looked down at the smaller Pokemon. Finn covered his mouth and tried holding himself back from laughing out loud. This little Swadloon couldn’t possibly be serious about them being any help, right? They weren’t even as big as him!Barett noticed his brother laughing, practically knowing what he was thinking in his head right now. With a low growl, he flicked Finn in the back of his head, who huffed afterwards knowing it was a sign to stop. “It’s because he’s always off fuckin’ around with somebody or something, and just look at him! He’s practically a punching bag for people to bully him.”“Gee, what a way to be supportive big bro.” Finn said, rubbing the back of his head. “Besides! I’m just trying tah have some fun is all! In the end ya’ always come to save me. Everyone’s tried, but no one ain’t evah laid a scratch on me. We’re practically invincible with you and the gang!”The Pangoro sighed, pinching his nose and shaking his head. “One of these days, i’m not gonna be there for you. And you’re gonna learn to save yourself.”

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Baaba @ Barett: I doubt anyone needs to tell you that you look a little rough around the edges. Your demeanor speaks for itself in that regard. You mention that this Scrafty is your brother. If I may ask, how are you related?

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not... but thanks anyways?” The Pangoro scratched his ear, looking back at his brother who was surprisingly off doing something instead of butting into the conversation.“To answer your question... He ain’t really my brother. At least not by blood. Let’s just say when he was a little baby Scraggy, his old home just wasn’t safe for someone his age... And that’s a huge understatement. When my mother found out, she took him in immediately without a second thought.” Barett looked up to the sky in thought, smiling to himself a bit. “Even before we adopted him, he always felt like an annoying baby brother to me... But not a bad one either.”

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Baaba @ Berett: You say he's not that bad, but he robs others of their belongings. That may be why that emphasis was there, but isn't he giving the Dark type a bad reputation? You don't really seem like you're all that into it, so why do you think he acts this way if he was brought into a much better home than he was born into?

Barett cracked a grin, getting on one of his knees and ‘staring’ into the eyes of the Ratatta. Or at least one would assume so, since his eyes had a patch of fur or a shadow covering them. “Ya’ don’t understand, short stack. I may not seem like it too much, but me and my baby brotha… We ain’t the most law abiding people. We’re the kind of people who would rather break it.” The Pangoro chuckled darkly, crossing his arms.“And I never said our home was gonna like some happy family off of a family sitcom. But it’s much better than the rat hole he was in. He would have been dead long ago if we hadn’t taken him in…”