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Arc 1 - Chp 5 - Fallen Star (Part 1)

It was another day out on the trail, another camp out, another search and destroy. Stellon was out doing the searching part around the forest off of the path. The star-eyed performer didn’t exactly enjoy scouting himself, but it was his turn, and all of these taboo marks needed to be erased. Still it was irksome to the Hawlucha, he wasn’t the greatest tracker in the world and he didn’t actually have any spells to make this easier. Much to his surprise however he had actually succeeded in his search… and then some! There it was, a Machop in black attire spraying some black paint on a tree, it appeared as if the mon had just gotten started.

Stellon approached the fellow fighting type quietly, casting a cloaking spell to stop the other one from noticing him. Capturing one of the TMG (Taboo Mark Gang) would be a perfect way to gain praise, besides just being part of his job which he signed up for. Sadly his sneaky antics were cut short as he stepped on a branch and made a loud crunch which caused the other fighting type to turn around with a Dual Chop, both of which hit him and caused the cloak to break and Stellon to slide back a bit with his guard up.

“Yo who da frick’re… wait you’re dat famous dude… erm” The machop gawked, recognizing the other mon with a confused look as he thought to himself with his free hand up to his chin. “Stellon right?” The hawlucha just bowed as if he were in a show to the opposing mon with a smile on his face. 

“The one and only!~ Pleasure to meet you oh ‘gangstah’ one.” He chuckled a bit as he looked up to him. The machop stayed on guard, holding his cannon up in front, and his other hand back, taking a fighting stance. He was not willing to let some half-baked pretty boy get in the way of his job, but at the same time Stellon was also not going to let some random gangster punk get in the way of his either. “I guess there’s no easy way of settling this feud eh? So you’re going to fight me?”

“YUP!” The gangster exclaimed, quickly attacking once again with another Dual Chop. This time however, the Hawlucha responded faster, grabbing the other mon’s shoulder and stylishly flipping above him with grace and as he spun back around, he arched his legs into the Machop’s back before letting go of him, causing him to already be heavily damaged as well as tumble down onto his front. Despite his smaller frame, Stellon was pretty strong. Yes it seemed like the match was only just beginning but was already ending. Stellon hopped high into the air and flipped to use Flying Press striking a glorious pose with his left leg held high.

BAM! He landed right on the Machop with full force, rightfully K.O.ing the weaker mon without much effort what so ever. As he got off and turned around, he held his head high with his eyes shut, as he dusted off his hands. “Easy Peasey-”

“Lemon squeezey.” someone finished for him as when the Hawlucha opened his eyes, he was sprayed in the face with some of that nasty spraypaint which caused the bird to gasp and fall backwards, tripping on the unconscious Machop and onto his back as he tried to wipe it from his eyes. The stench of the horrid paint made it hard to breath as when he finally opened his eyes he saw a Weavile wearing a long black torn up coat with the front unbuttoned, his black long shorts were just as torn. Upon his face was a wicked grin, and his hair was much spikier than a normal one of the species.  There was no doubt about it, this was the Gang Leader of the TMG. Alexandrite Rose was standing right in front of his very eyes.

“So Stell, how ya doin’ dude. Well... really that doesn’t matter, you about to be zetta effed up pretty soon.” Alexandrite answered holding his claws out in a taunting pose. “Sorry but we ain’t got no time for ol’ fogies round here dude. Message still needs to be spread loud and clear and seems like you Syndicate cronies are trying to complicate everything.” Stellon attemted to get up and managed to hobble onto his feet, but that spray of that mysterious paint was already starting to kick in as reality was beginning to alter from his very eyes. To top it all off, as he was looking around, the weavile charged up and jammed his claws straight into Stellon’s gut. 

Blood beginning to flow, but he didn’t even realize he’d been wounded as his world was starting to turn upside down around him, his eyes widened a little and his pupils turned much larger as the area around him began to distort. Alexandrite pulled his claws from the other male and stepped back watching him hobble around confused and unsure as he continued to bleed pretty bad. He crossed his arms, quite proud of himself. Only to nearly get clocked by a metal fist of the charging Seika soon after, his cat like reflexes were the only thing saving him from being nailed by that woman.

“BEAT IT YOU TWERP!!!” She yelled before throwing a few more punches with kicks thrown on, one of them putting a massive dent in a tree which caused it to fall over soon after. By the time it fully fell, Alexandrite was gone. Seeing stellon still heavily bleeding seika rushed over and took off her outer coat, quickly wrapping it around the hawlucha’s wounds fast to try to hold the bleeding. It was sorta hard for her considering the circumstances, she already saw from the black on his face that he’d been sprayed, and no doubt he took a big whiff of the paint already.

The damage had been done, she needed to get Serry here to treat these wounds... and so with a quick flick of her communicator with her free hand, Seika began to make some calls as she ran back to the camp.

This was not a good start to the day...

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▶▶️ Serry

“So what are you going to do about it? Aww are ya’ cryin’ little shit?” The weavile crowed, laughing hysterically. “You knew you couldn’t stand up t’me and you still came anyway, without that blue lyin’ turd too!”

The large gallade couldn’t even stand up. The cuts on his body were so bad… as he tried to reach for his medical bag, the Weavile kicked it away and sunk his claws deep into the gallade’s arm, pinning it to the ground with blood beginning to gush from the new wounds. “NO! NONE OF THAT YA PATHETIC WIMP!” The opposing mon snarled. Serry couldn’t even speak, he was in so much pain. 

Somehow, Serenade was able to get out a few words… “What do… do you want, Xander….” That was all he could manage to speak. Why he was hunted down by the leader of Taboo Mark gang was both clear and unclear. Clear because he was the Evermore Syndicate’s second in command, but unclear as to what he really wanted. Perhaps Alexandrite wanted money? No, not even he would go through the trouble for all of this.

“He’s ya bro right? Ya main man, your bestest pal, ya boy?” The Ice type was grinning, his face moving up to the gallade’s rather close, his sharp fangs bared, his horrid silver eyes piercing Serenade’s soul.

“You are gonna call him here, Serry boy… Y’know ya can’t beat me, th’ odds at the moment ain’t in your favor…” With those words, he truly had no choice, he reached for his communicator with his weak hand…