Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Post by Marshall Legend on Jan 25, 2020 13:04:18 GMT
Marshall's arrival to Arciel had been pretty uneventful thus far - finding the Ranger headquarters, receiving his partner pokemon and then heading off for an impromptu assignment of sorts where he was basically escorting another Ranger through the route. "Patrol mission" they'd said. If it was a patrol mission, they wouldn't have sent the Marshall Legend to do something like that. No, word had somehow got out (probably from that sly interview lady, the coy minx) that he was in the region, and this ranger was probably one of his adoring fans that had cashed in on a lot of favors to get him to walk them to another area. How lucky for them! It was the least Marshall could do, and so after trying to get the people at headquarters to reveal that yes, it was one of his Kanto fans and yes, it was an escort job - which they didn't, despite him spending half an hour trying to convince them otherwise - he was directed off to the city limits with Klink as his partner.
Marshall'd been outfitted in the Ranger uniform but decided to actually return to the track suit he was wearing, because obviously he was here to fight crime and a Ranger uniform was definitely the sort of thing that would send criminals running. It was pretty obvious he was a Ranger - he just looked like one.
"Somehow word got out that the great Marshall Legend, famous Pokemon Ranger from Kanto, Wunderkind, Enigma, the Rising Star---" With every self-proclaimed title the brunet takes a step out of the city limits, making his way steadily for the path beyond. At his side the Klink he received as a partner floats listlessly, gears turning this way and that. There's no emotion on the pokemon's face, so it's hard to tell just how long it's been listening to the brunet ramble on. In any case, Marshall continues on, uninterrupted, which is probably what he would have done regardless if he'd gotten any negative input.
"And you, my little friend, saved from a life of crime!" He addresses the egg now, a rather large thing swaddled in a scarf and settled comfortably in his pack. There's a group of girls nearby that are giving him odd looks as he monologues to himself, but he's too engrossed in his own story to really notice. The egg remains... an egg, unable to react, and he spends a good minute doling out the virtues of said egg and how it was going to remember him for the rest of its life, and also the future it could have now that it wasn't being used for criminal activity. Said activity was described in further detail, but since Marshall had no real idea what the pokemon he'd saved was, all of the imagery he described was more or less an egg with a knife, or an egg with a smoking gun hovering over something unpleasant and too graphic for words. He actually said "too graphic for words", and the group of girls hovering at the edge of the city quickly dispersed with uncertain looks at each other.
When they actually reach the outside area nobody comes running up to him, so Marshall automatically assumes that his supposed "partner" for the "mission" isn't here. They would have surely recognized him on sight. So he motions his pokemon closer ("stay close, War - trouble can happen at any time") and tugs out a map which he folds specifically to frame the route he's on, and pores over it lazily. He actually looks like just another, normal guy planning out his route, egg at his side and pokemon floating alongside him, completely unassuming and rather casual.
Jazz had been warned what his new 'partner' was like and was quite intrigued to see exactly what made him the topic of conversation at the ranger station. Not many good things were being said and more than once, Jazz had heard 'narcissist' being thrown around along with other not so friendly terms. Well, it wasn't exactly Marshall's fault that nobody wanted to have him as a partner. Considering it was ranger code to at least have one person with you (mainly for safety concerns), Jazz had opted to give this 'Marshall' the benefit of the doubt.
Of course it seemed that finding Marshall was another thing entirely. Even with their aura sight, Pup, and Ryuu by their side, Jazz wasn't sure who he was looking for. Well, at least until a blinding bright aura drew their attention, causing him to squint. Judging by the strange looks other people were giving him, this had to be Marshall. But until Jazz knew for certain, they weren't going to give away just who they were. Dressed in a highly improvised version of the ranger uniform, Jazz stood out with their long hair tied back in a braid that reached their backside, a sparkly black and red blazer complete with a hidden image of a luxray inside, a black long-sleevegraphic t-shirt, Tiger striped pants, a nice pair of boots, and a few other accessories completed the ensemble. Of course they still had their toolbelt and other niceties that they were required to wear (aside from that eyesore of a hat of course) but Jazz felt fabulous dressed like this. They had even taken a little extra time to put on makeup. Nothing special, but a bit of eyeshadow, mascara, and lipstick went a long way.
Seeing the Klink, Jazz's eyes grew as he stepped over to the steel pokemon. They had one back home and approached it, gently patting the pokemon like theirs liked them to do. "What a dashing Klink you are~," Jazz crooned, remembering that Marshall had been given a Klink as their second ranger pokemon, "Tell me, my friend~, have you seen someone named Marshall around here~?" Surely he had to be nearby. This was the meeting spot after all. It did look like there was a man matching Marshall's description talking to an egg. Heh, in this freezing weather, Jazz's own egg was tucked away safe and sound in their bag. But well, they would wait for the Klink to speak up first.
Post by Marshall Legend on Jan 28, 2020 13:35:25 GMT
If it were at all possible for a Klink to look exasperated, that was for sure what it was doing now. Oblivious to the approach of his new ranger partner, Marshall continued speaking to the egg, actually doing a fairly good job at holding a full-on conversation with it like it were a people. Hopefully that wouldn't affect its development too much, although it had been said that eggs were fully cognizant of their surroundings...
Regardless, it was to the rambling brunet that the Klink turned to now, and if its gears seemed to slow hopefully it wasn't too noticeable. When it was obvious that Marshall, legendary Kanto ranger, was absolutely oblivious to his surroundings the Klink took it a step further and floated over to him, gears working fast to get his attention. When Marshall still didn't notice and started perusing the map he'd been given, the Klink made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh and butted him gently. The sound of metal against skull resonated audibly in the area, and he turned to look at Jazz curiously - though the look was quick to morph into a sort of pleased smugness, like that was exactly who he'd been waiting for.
In moments Marshall's shifted the egg a bit so he can pull a crumpled burger wrapper out of his bag, and it's on this scrap of garbage that he signs a scribble with a permanent marker he has conveniently on-hand. He thrusts it out at Jazz and gives him a charming smile. "I know, I know - it seems like a dream come true, right? Your idol, Marshall Legend, Kanto Region Legend, Wunderkind, Enigma, Rising Star of the Ranger World here in the flesh, standing before you? There's no need to be shy, of course you can have my autograph, but please keep my being here on the down-low, okay? Wouldn't want Arciel's economy to inflate with an influx of my adoring fans."
Beside him, the Klink sighed and seemed to droop just a little closer to the ground.
Oh dear... the poor Klink certainly didn't seem like they were enjoying their new trainer. Poor thing... if Jazz had a choice, they would take the Klink in an instant and raise it to their full potential. Still, it seemed the person talking to the egg was Marshall after well which was curious to say the least of things. Judging by the way the other rangers talked about him, he had a screw loose... or something like that. Though ouch that aura was blinding and hurt to look at for very long. Thank goodness they could at least dim their aura vision for now. Pup too seemed to squint at the man's aura and shielded her vision until she grew accustomed to it. Ryuu simply grumbled under his breath, ready to leave already. Surely there were better things to do than to stand around all day.
When the Klink finally got Marshall's attention, Jazz was surprised to see the smug expression on his face. Hmm? Now what was that look for? They didn't have long to find out as the man stood and actually scribbled what appeared to be his autograph on a burger wrapper. How Marshall actually got ink to stay on a greasy wrapper was beyond Jazz but well, two could play at this game~. Giving Marshall a winning smile, the wrapper was taken in between two fingers and studied briefly, "Why darling, you fell for me already~? It's so sweet to give me your number, but do at least take me on a date first, hmm~?" Jazz hummed, tossing the wrapper in the trash without a second glance.
At the... rather strange introduction given to him by Marshall, Jazz's bemused smile never faltered. They put a finger to their chin in thought, smirking some once the man finally stopped running his mouth, "Is that who you thought I was? Silly me, I haven't even introduced myself~. I'm Jazz, your new partner and certainly am not a part of your adoring fans. We did just meet, darling and unless you wish to be on the commander's bad side, should do as I say and follow me, capiche~?" they explained, pointing a finger in the center of Marshall's chest for emphasis, "Ah, ah, ah~ no buts. We're on patrol, Mr. Legend and I don't want to babysit a junior ranger with an inflated ego~. Let's go now, time's a wasting~," Jazz continued, putting a finger to Marshall's lips briefly before climbing on Ryuu after checking to make sure their egg was secure.
If Marshall wanted to play it that way, he wasn't going to make Willow suffer through carrying him to their destination. That would be an insult to the Skiddo.
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 2, 2020 21:17:28 GMT
Marshall was amazed, but not for the fact that Jazz was talking to him like that. No, his amazement revolves around the one singular thought spinning around in his head -
- is this a tsundere? He's heard tales, of course, and he'd thought that his ex was one for the longest time, but to see one up close and personal was actually pretty fantastic. And of course it would be one of his fans, someone who was probably too shy to actually show their excitement at being paired off with him. What they said were going in one ear and out the other once Marshall decided that this was the case, and he even hummed happily as though he were perfectly okay being talked to like that. But really he was in his own headspace, imagining what Jazz was going to do when they got home. Probably write in their journal and dig the burger wrapper out of the garbage once Marshall had passed through the area, pressing it between the pages to preserve it forever. How cute.
At the mention of 'partner' Marshall's attention was caught. He was another Ranger, then - but considering he'd never had a partner until now, it took him a few seconds to catch on. Jazz was a fan, and with the way he was speaking to him about ego-inflation and giving him orders? Marshall knew exactly what this was to Jazz.
This was some kind of kinky fantasy roleplay. Well, two could play at that game.
Instead of opting to follow instructions with something that would be like logical such as 'Yes sir' or even 'Understood', Marshall seemed to take all this as a joke. Pup saw Jazz's aura flare up in a brilliant red flame and put a hand on her trainer's shoulder before they did something they would regret later. Namely knock Marshall's ass in the dirt for a comment that was utterly repulsive given the context of the situation. Any other time Jazz would've been more than happy to give into this erotic roleplay that Marshall seemed to have in mind. But this was a business trip... wasn't it now? Even Jazz had to admit that Marshall was rather attractive but, hmmm... definitely not in public. Especially when it was clear that Marshall hadn't listened to a word Jazz had said.
Were they actually considering taking Marshall up on such a flagrant invitation? Yes, yes they were. But first and foremost they had to get to the next city. Or at the very least in a more wooded area that would offer some privacy. Mmmm... no, they could play this game until the next checkpoint. A deep breath would be taken before Jazz could think of a good response to what had been said. What would be the best way to go about correcting such an obviously clueless and ignorant man? Ah, yes, that would do~.
"Oh, you're Daddy's here? Do you want to stop and say hello~? I don't mind~," Jazz quipped right back, giving Marshall a winning smile, gesturing to some of the people now passing them by, "Go on now~, I'll continue on and you can catch up when you've gotten permission from him to go on such a dangerous patrol~," they continued, motioning for the Druddigon to pick up speed while Pup double checked that the egg was secure. She was quite the motherly pokemon, not that the Lucario would ever admit to it..
If Jazz was lucky, Marshall would realize they were being infantilized and stop this nonsense. Jazz wasn't going to tolerate the bullshit anymore than they had to however. Especially not when there was so much to be done. They needed Marshall to pay attention to their surroundings and stop the bullshit. No wonder nobody wanted to partner up with him.
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 10, 2020 22:03:13 GMT
Admittedly, he was a little confused by Jazz's observation. Had Marshall misread the situation? That couldn't be it, he had like... 100% good perception. If this were DND he'd be rolling nat 20s ALL THE TIME. That's how good of a perceptor he was!
But as Jazz motioned for their Druddigon to go on ahead Marshall had a realization. Jazz's actions and their words were all things he'd seen before, usually when a fan was too nervous to approach him or even look at him - of which there were many, since a lot of people tended not to look at him when he was being particularly awesome. So following this line of thought, there was only one conclusion: Jazz had been a longtime fan of his, and the reality of actually being partnered with THE Marshall Legend was too big to comprehend - plus, being a tsundere, this behavior was almost par for the course.
Rather than act on Jazz's suggestion - though he knew the group passing by were also huge fans, given the odd way they looked at him and the way that they sped up their pace when he flashed them a dazzling smile - he flipped his hair back with a "heh" and turned to his Klink. The pokemon, whose gears were starting to turn a little slower as though it didn't want to be noticed, stared at Marshall with a look that could probably be interpreted as "withering".
"Come along, War! There's danger at every corner!"
And he started running, the Klink having no choice but to follow behind, all the way up until he caught up to Jazz's side. Which probably wasn't that far, so when he got there he just jogged in place, keeping time with Jazz and their Druddigon. The Klink bobbed along listlessly, eye peering cautiously this way and that as though actively keeping an eye out for danger, and Marshall turned to look at Jazz with a sly expression on his face.
"So then.. how long?"
How long has Jazz been a fan? Been in the Rangers? How long until the city? WHO KNEW.
Contrary to Marshall's thoughts, Jazz was more concerned about actually getting to the route to patrol rather than catering to his delusions. They didn't know how Marshall got it in his head that Jazz was a fan when they had only just met that day. Sigh, oh well, at least their jesting about going to talk with his daddy and catch up seemed to snap Marshall out of whatever daydream he believed to be living. At least it seemed that way if Marshall's comment to that poor Klink was anything to go by.
I feel sorry for them... Having Marshall as their trainer had to be embarrassing to say the least of things. "I'm not that bad, am I, Pup?" Jazz murmured to their Lucario, laughing softly when she took a swipe at him. Right, that would be a no. "Yeah, I love you too~," they continued, smiling before Marshall caught up to them and asked them possibly the vaguest question in the history of mankind. Arceus, help me with this one...
"Hmm~? Did you say something~?" Jazz asked, glancing sideways at Marshall before urging Ryuu on. If Marshall was going to insist on playing this game, Jazz was going to make it difficult to so much as carry on a conversation with them that wasn't work related. Still, the vagueness of the question made it easy for Jazz to choose exactly what he wanted to tell. They could work with this~. Or at least, that was before Jazz felt the tell tale signs of an egg about to hatch. Stopping Ryuu, Jazz quickly pulled the egg out of their bag just as the light enveloped the egg. Once the light had faded, what was left behind was a Nickit that blinked back up at them.
"Well hello there, little one~. Nice to finally meet you," Jazz murmured, chuckling softly as the Nickit opted to curl herself up inside their jacket. "Alright sweety, I'll let you rest~." That would give them a chance to think of name for the precious pokemon anyway. Right, Marshall had asked a question of them. Jazz supposed it would only be polite to answer. Thus, after urging Ryuu on once again, Jazz looked ahead, still not willing to give Marshall the attention they so clearly sought. "I've been in the rangers for some time now and have travelled across several regions at their behest." There, a vague answer for a vague question. Good enough.
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 17, 2020 14:16:22 GMT
"Is that so!" The brunet continued, not deterred in the slightest. If Jazz's pace increased, so too did Marshall's to keep up with them, seemingly not even noticing the sudden faster walk to even make note of it. Maybe this was just how everyone moved in this region. Maybe he was just that oblivious. Or maybe he thought that Jazz was trying to put some distance between them, too full of nerves to be paired up with their idol, Marshall Legend.
Yeah, it was probably the last one.
"I've been a ranger since I was a younger Marshall Legend," He went on to say. Doubtless by the end of this excursion Jazz would remember his name well. "Only in Celadon - though sometimes they deployed me on special missions to the other regions. They said it was a 'suspension without pay', but I knew what they really meant; they felt bad about not having enough money to pay me for my investigative work in other areas, so they just didn't pay me at all! But that's all right, I have my ways." Which he didn't really go into detail at the moment; was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"I figured I would make my way to Arciel to let the other up and coming Rangers have a chance at making a name for themselves in Kanto. But somehow -" and here he gave Jazz a grin that would probably be more charming if he wasn't talking about Arceus knew what. "They found out, and I've been swarmed everywhere I go ever since. I guess that's the price you pay for fame!"
Jazz couldn't believe what was coming out of Marshall's mouth. He... just described being fired but was acting like it was nothing? Was Marshall high or something? That was the only explanation that Jazz could come up with for spewing such complete and utter nonsense. What an idiot... Just when Jazz thought their opinion of Marshall couldn't get any lower, it sunk to lower than the depths of the sea. No wonder nobody wanted to partner with this imbecile... Pup and Jazz exchanged glances, both sharing the same thought it seemed. They didn't want to stick around Marshall any longer than they had to, hot or no. It just wasn't worth it.
"What in Arceus' name are you even talking about?" Jazz practically barked at the other man, narrowing their eyes at him. As much as they didn't want to feed Marshall's ego, they were fed up with hearing this utter bullshit, "You just described getting fired in Kanto, you twat! Do me a favor and shut up. Contrary to what you would believe, I care about my job and am most definitely not part of your made up fan club. Stow the talk and focus on the mission. Arceus, with as much as you talk, you're going to give us away!" As if Jazz's glittery ensemble hadn't garnered enough attention already.
Pup would put a hand on Jazz's shoulder, urging them to calm down. Right, it would do no good getting mad at Marshall for being an idiot... Something told them that wouldn't be something that would change anytime soon. Hhh, might as well move on to actually patrolling now. Urging Ryuu to speed up, Jazz opted to try and save face by focusing on the mission. That and petting the newly hatched Nickit was helping to calm them down considerably. Poppy, yeah that's a good name. At least their outburst hadn't woken her up. From the looks of it, she was a rather calm hatchling but it was better safe than sorry.
Post by Marshall Legend on Apr 6, 2020 9:57:25 GMT
At Jazz's outburst he fell silent, and his steps even began to slow. Was he offended or hurt by what the other ranger had just said? If one were to look at his expression, they would see nothing, because he had ducked his head down to rummage through his satchel for something... only to pull out a slightly furred, insectoid pokemon that he held up like one would a baby, beaming at it like it were the greatest thing in the world. The pokemon, having just hatched, wiggled its little leggies as though it were trying to reach the ground and gave him a sleepy look, and Marshall lowered his arms carefully to try and appease the pokemon.
Behind him, War rotated its gears slowly, floating a little closer to get a better look. The Larvesta didn't seem too keen on this and spat out a little flaming fireball which fizzed out before it could go very far, then nestled comfortably in Marshall's chest where it was nice and warm to try and go for an impromptu nap.
Despite his posturing and bravado, it was probably safe to assume that Marshall really enjoyed pokemon. Probably. He was so caught up on the Larvesta in his arms that he didn't notice the big, lumbering Stonjourner passing by not more than a few feet from him, and by the time it had passed he was talking again, though specifically to the Larvesta in his arms, which continued to blink sleepily up at him as if it wanted nothing more than to go take a nap. Being baby was hard.
"How lucky you are to be in the company of none other than me, the Great Marshall Legend. Do you want a name, tiny thing? Let's give you a name befitting of your future glory." Behind him War looked exasperated, but didn't say anything, and Marshall continued to lag behind Jazz as he spoke. "Jazzatron Jazston, that's a good name. Jazz for short." He spoke obliviously, like he'd just come up with it himself - though more than likely it was like it was still lingering after their rushed introductions. The Larvesta made a noise that was along the lines of "meh", and closed its eyes for a good, much needed nappy, and Marshall set it to a pokeball to let it sleep before jogging a bit to catch up to Jazz, perfectly chipper despite having been yelled at. It was almost like his attention was so short he completely forgot about it.
While Jazz might've enjoyed seeing the newly hatched Larvesta, they were taking advantage of the peace and quiet that followed after yelling at Marshall. Arceus, he was a piece of work. If they had known that Marshall had opted to name the Larvesta after them, they might've mocked him for it. That or be honored that they'd made such an impression that the dumbass ranger was naming the hatchling after them. It was a tossup either way. Besides that, Jazz was much too distracted with their own hatchling and opted to return the sleeping Nickit. It would be easier to keep an eye on their surroundings that way, they didn't know what kind of personality Poppy had after all, it was better safe than sorry in this instance.
They hadn't walked much further before Jazz noticed someone that appeared to be a breeder that was in a bit of trouble. Oh, it looked like their Eevee was stuck in a tree? O-oh... and the Rowlet seemed to be trapped in a hole? Well, this was a strange turn of events... Looking over to Pup, Jazz nodded once and pulled Ryuu to a stop. "Don't worry, I'm happy to help." The breeder nodded, looking a little worried nonetheless. While Pup stood by, making sure that Marshall would stay out of the way, Jazz gestured towards the tree.
"Ryuu, fly up and help the Eevee," Jazz stated, already reaching to grab another pokeball. Verde, the Snivy, would be released. They figured it would be easiest to lift the Rowlet out of the hole. Though... it was curious that he didn't just fly out. No matter, they would solve that soon enough. "Verde, see if you can lift the Rowlet out of the hole." The Snivy didn't hesitate before nodding and walking over to the hole to see precisely what she was dealing with. It seemed the Rowlet was scared to see someone suddenly appear out of nowhere to and retaliated with a Razor Leaf. Even if the move wasn't all that effective against another grass type, it still hurt. Verde wasn't going to mess around and used Glare, freezing the Rowlet in his tracks. That at least allowed her enough time to pull him out of the hole and back to the breeder's arms.
Ryuu it seemed didn't fare much better as the Eevee opted to use Quick Attack to attack the Druddigon. Of course, it was easy enough for the dragon to dodge the attack and used Tackle to pin the Eevee before picking him up. The Eevee didn't make this easy, especially given how much he kept struggling but it was a quick trip to the ground again. The breeder returned both pokemon quickly enough, apologizing profusely for the trouble. "Hey, it's alright. We're happy to help. Might get the Rowlet's wing checked though, it's a little odd that he couldn't fly out on his own." The breeder promised they would do just that and waved goodbye.
Jazz smiled and waved goodbye after that, returning Verde before Pup alerted him that Marshall had caught up. Sigh... great, just great... That was exactly what they needed. Well, as long as he didn't spout off that nonsense about being a fan again, they would be just fine.
Post by Marshall Legend on Jun 1, 2020 9:42:07 GMT
And right on cue, here comes Marshall jogging up in his tracksuit, the material making soft swishswish sounds with his movement. The Klink was right at his heels, and the expression of the pokemon shifted between curiosity and alertness, the eye of the creature swivelling around to peer at Jazz specifically, no doubt realizing which of the two humans here were the most sensible.
Despite his earlier posturing and bravado, when Marshall caught up with Jazz his demeanor was all business, serious as he surveyed the retreating breeder, then looked to Jazz. "Did something happen?" Neither Jazz nor their pokemon looked to be in any kind of harm, or injured, which was a good thing - however, it didn't keep Marshall from giving Jazz a thorough once-over, even looking around them just in case. Despite not finding anything that would give the impression that Jazz had just survived THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIFE Marshall's reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small clump of colorful bandages. On closer inspection, as he peels them apart they're revealed to be a varying assortment of little baby pokemon (Azurill, Pichu, etc.) and he offers them out to Jazz, beaming as bright as the sun at them.
Jazz heard Marshall before they saw him, and groaned internally, wondering what nonsense they would have to field now. After the dealing with the breeder, they didn't particularly want to try to explain what had happened when their supposed partner should have been there to help out in the first place. Instead, the more serious demeanor they saw on Marshall's features was a pleasant surprise and Jazz found themselves breathing a sigh of relief. "A breeder's pokemon had gotten into some trouble. Everyone's fine now, though I'm a little concerned poachers may be in the area..." That or something had spooked both pokemon enough that they'd gotten themselves stuck?
Still, the hole was a bit concerning if a Rowlet couldn't fly out of it... Jazz had been just about to kneel down to study the area when Marshall pulled out a handful of bandages. Surprised, Jazz looked to see exactly what they were and smiled, chuckling softly. "These are adorable, thank you," they mused, taking a few for later and pocketing them motioning to the hole in question. "What do you make of this? A Rowlett was stuck inside it, could it be a poacher's trap? ...better fill it in regardless, don't want anything else falling in." That said, Jazz took out their phone to snap a few pictures of it. They would send them to headquarters first before actually filling in the hole. If there was already surveillance set in place, they certainly didn't want to ruin that by filling in a known poacher's hole.
Post by Marshall Legend on Aug 6, 2020 9:37:54 GMT
"Poachers, huh?" That serious tone seemed to continue and the brunet cut eyes this way and that, almost as though Marshall half-expected to see a poacher skulking about nearby, clutching a sack emblazoned with a pokeball and twirling a mustache around their finger. Because that was totally what pokemon poachers looked like, right?
Once Jazz accepted the bandaids, Marshall waved a hand dismissively, walking himself right up to the hole to peer inside. If a Klink could look tired and exasperated with life, that was definitely the expression his was sporting, like it knew what was going to come out of this situation was nothing that would make its trainer look good Not that Marshall needed any help to look particularly good, he just... existed, like a chaotic little ball of energy and fire and sunshine.
"I have plenty of bandages to go around - but I better not see you selling them on the internet or some such! Unless you absolutely need the money, then of course I, Marshall Legend, would gladly give you permission to list my name alongside your bandage listing. I could even give you a few pictures, if you'd like," He continued, with a rustle of cloth and.... a bunch of glossy 4x6 prints of himself were drawn out, already pre-signed and everything. They were of him in various poses; one making a peace sign at the camera, another making a shocked face towards the viewer, and yet another where he was sniffing a flower - and then the last and perhaps most impressive one, of Marshall doing some kind of ridiculous pose that looked more at home in a super sentai tv show.
Without waiting to hear Jazz's reaction, he was already jumping to the next subject - namely, the hole in the ground. Without much ceremony, he lifted his foot, placing it perfectly over the hole - and then stamped down, as hard as he could and more than likely sinking his foot inside. Ensnared. Turning to Jazz, he gave them a quick thumbs up and beamed, the smile on his face as bright as the sun. What was that supposed to accomplish, again?
Jazz Johnson War - Level 5 Klink (5/5 Energy) Jazzatron "Jazz" Jazston - Level 1 Larvesta (5/5 Energy)
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