crime and corruption [griff]

[Raccoon the Illusionist]

RYAKU

HAKURAI

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Noted by the dusky blue haired teenager, the trip to the heart of the city known as Featherwing had not taken as long as he had pictured as he had left the Professor's lab. Although, he also had noted that the lab was located in the suburbs, and that suburb and city heart could never be too far away. But, within a walking distance seemed a bit odd; though he did have a wider range of what he considered 'walking distance'. After all, he'd spent most of his recent life on the road, just walking towards what he was sure was his destination. Sure, it had taken months, but, as he briefly glanced at Kiiren, who was standing as strong and steely as a small one like him could, he confirmed that it was definitely worth it.

His eyes seemed to reflect only the light from the sun, as Featherwing didn't have nearly as many lights as his 'technologically advanced' home city, and therefore less for them to reflect. His backpack was strung tightly over his shoulders, and the stuff he apparently needed to be a Trainer was secured in the pocket that he knew only he would put important items in. Most would put it in the largest, and most obvious, pocket, but wouldn't that be just as obvious to thieves and pickpockets? So, deeply enfolded between coarse pocket fabrics was a mishmash of medicinal items, maps, and perhaps an invention more advanced and more perplexing than all of Oxgate, the Pokeball. Only he truly knew where it lay, but he wasn't quite sure why any thief would steal his Pokemon stuff while so many others were richer than he.

Not focusing on where he was going, a sharp bark from his companion brought him back into reality. He had somehow wandered into a less...clean...area of Featherwing City, and he made sure to stay far away from a hooker smoking a cigarette who seemed very likely to try to either kick his ass or kiss his ass. Not wanting either, he kept a firm eye on those around him, and made sure Kiiren was doing the same. He didn't want to be around any of these types of people, and hoped that the road he was taking would be the right one that led back to the safer areas of Featherwing.

As he was walking, he held a distinct feeling of being followed, and a quiet growl from his canid Pokemon and a short glance backwards later, he found his white sneakers hitting the ground running, and a feeling of both anger and terror erupting in his mind. Two main thoughts were born from these emotions. Why the hell would somebody be following me? Get lost, creep! and Oh, Arceus, don't let them kill me! The part of him that was focusing on reality wondered who actually was following him, and he turned around to see a street bum, who had halted and was looking pissed or depressed. Or both. He exhaled out of both relief and exhaustion, and slowed his pace to a walk. This got him a thankful glance from Kiiren, who was clearly surprised by his sudden running bout, and had barely clung on. He ungracefully scrambled back onto his shoulder, and let out a quiet, yet resentful, growl.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at the Electrike who seemed just like him in every way, and kept walking. Little did he know that his guard, for the first time in months, or even years, was down. Little did he know that he could be ambushed at any second.

Though, much to his knowledge, Rai didn't really care at the moment. He chanced a lightning-fast look at his Pokemon, and confirmed his thoughts. Kiiren didn't care, either.

ooc: Sorry that I just kinda took off with him.

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[katya]

The whore worked for the grey-haired pimp--Griff didn't know his name, but he wanted to. It was Don something or other, but then, their names always began something like that. He'd spotted the man and tailed him briefly earlier today. He didn't really much like sex traffickers, and this man was no different. Sure, he'd worked with them in the past, but he'd always been sure to leave them in as deep a ditch as possible when he was done with them. First though, he had time to kill in Featherwing City, and the man had money that ought to be... well, the money ought to belong to the poor girls that worked for the don, but Griff would settle for the money belonging to him.

He'd paid the girl and paid for a room--privacy meant a lot to Griff--and a few properly placed words (and other body parts) later, she divulged a few details about her work. Everyone liked whining about their work, especially to a sympathetic ear, and Griff was clearly the rare sort of outside that knew how her business was run. Griff went into date mode, where he nodded a lot and agreed even more, before he left her on the corner again with a kiss and a handsome tip. "Get something to eat when you're off the walk, love," he suggested.

On his way back to the proper part of town, Griff spotted a boy walking. The boy was notable because he really wasn't from around here. Like, really wasn't from around here--it was a mugging waiting to happen. With any luck, he was a trainer with a powerful electrike or at least knew a bit of self-defense, but even so, Griff couldn't help but wonder many ways the night could end very badly for the stranger.

"Hey, trainer!" he called out to get his attention. From within plain sight, Griff approached the boy, leaving him plenty of space for a personal bubble. Griff wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this--to protect the boy? No, the electrike could probably give any attackers a good zap. He was probably trying to protect the street thugs that couldn't tell when to NOT pick a fight. "Feel like a battle? Not here--this alley won't make much of an arena. Someplace back uptown, maybe? I'm heading there anyway."

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