[Will looks... different.
For one, there's not a green bird behind him- or the pink hermit crab thing. For two, his mask is slightly larger than normal, covering most of his face. And third?
He's wearing a team rocket uniform. But not just any uniform- he's wearing the executive garb of a
Neo Team Rocket member.
And, yeah. He looks classy.]
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[Unimpressed Will is unimpressed.]
That defeats the whole purpose of taking him in the first place, my dear Champion.
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Give him back or I will be forced to take him back myself.
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[Dryly.]
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[Oh, he's furious. He's livid. Trembling with rage, because this is not right, none of it, and the fact that Will took Charizard is so completely wrong -- ]
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[Watching the anger with a spark of amusement in his eyes.]
But. If you think you'd be a challenge...
[He smiles. Will wasn't chosen for the elite four for nothing- he was almost dangerously skilled- enough so that normal battles bored him. That was his entire reason for following Pryce, even after he was given the chance to go free. Pryce lead him to challenges. Battles that he couldn't win in minutes.
And the idea that you're standing there, alone and waiting for someone to come and try to knock you down- that sent a shiver of thrill down Will's spine.]
...by all means, I'll wait in anticipation for your attempts to get him back.
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It only takes Lance twenty minutes to locate where Will is -- Dragonite is extraordinarily fast and determined, when he wants to be --
And there goes your door, Will. It's been effectively knocked down by a large orange dragon ready for vengeance.]
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And, oh, by the way, there's an ice beam aimed straight for Dragonite's hulking figure before the door even falls to the ground. From below, the floorboards start to shake, snapping and cracking under the dragon's feet, surrounded by a purple glowing light as the wood snaps up into sharp points, ready to drive toward both pokemon and trainer.]
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Lance, they are being held below.
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We battle forward or not at all.
[After all, Lance had conquered an entire establishment of Team Rocket grunts and executives. He can surely manage Will -- right?
He grinds his teeth and presses forward. Together, they stand in the doorway, waiting, tense, for Will's next move.]
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I don't care if you like them, [Will hissed to Xatu below, out of Lance's earshot,] I'm ordering you to battle them. Now do as I say!
[Not even psychic communications now. Xatu bowed her head, hurt by his sharp words, but accepting them.
The roof tiles all began to slide down as Slowbro used Slack Off, glowing in a faint white light before unleashing a jet of water down the hallway, intent on washing them out of the house. The tiles clattered to the ground behind Lance, shattering where they landed- slowly, the shards rose, pointing their jagged ends toward the trainer.
Your call, Dragonite.]
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Oh, for fuck's sake.]
Lance! Duck --
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His back hits the wall as the battle above causes debris to fall, cursing underneath his breath at the hole in the floor.
Leave it to Team Rocket to not fight on fair ground.]
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