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[Flint]

S oft, gentle dusk light had washed all of Andalusst in a ethereal red, the sun that melted behind the fog on the distance drenching all of the land in crimson as it descended below the horizon. Flint could hear the distant chirps of other Bird Pokemon as they flew the free airways, their tweets friendly and excited as they returned to their homes and settled in for the night. Flint, however, flew at the second largest thing he could find; the massive, hulking statue of a Pokemon no one had ever seen before. The gargantuan stone statue was cut to perfection; eyes so detailed you could make out the slightest incline of the iris, grass made so it grew in certain places. Perhaps the carving had always intrigued the Archen, but he was not there to marvel it. Instead, he was there to break the rules. There had always been an odd law in Andalusst that strictly stated to not climb up the statue; maybe for safety or sacred reasons, but Flint could not care less. Much like any other rule, he intended to break it in the name of freedom. So, with a wide smile curling at his beak, he pumped his wings faster, gliding towards the landmark with a look of fiery determination glittering in his fierce eyes. As he got closer, the young outlaw began to make out more details; odd stone inscriptions on it's sides, carved by Pokemon now long gone. He was much too far away to properly read them, but Flint could clearly tell that they were foreign and not a language he knew. He, however, disregarded the oddity and strange feeling he got when he got closer to the statue, coming up to it's cold, gritty stone and ascending to the very peak of the massive statue. There, he rested, a firm smirk that seemed rather triumphant painting his confident face. He knew very well that if anyone did catch him, it was a wonder on how they were to get him off unless they had some flying Pokemon up his sleeve.

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[Fleurette]

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Today had not been a good day for Fleurette. 

The petite Espurr stalked towards the town square, mouth pressed into a thin line. Pallors of red sunlight dappled fleetingly across the mauve scarf wound tightly around her neck, and she clutched her drawing pad more tightly in her paws. She was in an even darker mood than usual, evidenced by the way she kicked the pebbles that dare lie in her way out of the path and the occasional profanity uttered spontaneously under her breath. No, today had not been a good day, and she had the inkling suspicion that tomorrow would be the same way as well.

Half of her portfolio had been rejected. Half of it. It wasn't varied enough, according to her (snivelling) teacher. Of course it wasn't--it followed a theme. It wasn't supposed to be varied. And, okay, maybe she had used too much purple, but other than that she couldn't see what she had done wrong. She had the talent, according to her (imbecile) teacher, but she needed to work on the originality. What did that even mean? It wasn't as if she had copied designs from other sources, that was for sure.

Arceus.

So now she had half a portfolio to complete within the span of a week, and so far she was coming up with nothing. Maybe she had been sticking to the same designs too much after all, but what could she do about it? Her mother had advised her to seek inspiration, which was why she was strolling about town at the moment. Nothing caught her eye, though, not even the beautiful sunset. Maybe it was just harder to think when she was in such a foul mood.

Fleurette glanced sharply upwards, realizing that she was now passing by the trademark of the town: the huge Regigigas statue. Pensive purple eyes flicked over the statue, and she shook her head slightly to herself. What inspiration could she draw from this? A stone dress? A granite hat?

A smudge of bright color against darkening eye entered the corner of her periphery vision. Frowning, the Espurr took a couple steps backwards in order to better view the top of the statue, upon which a certain brightly colored bird was resting. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. Had he no respect? The law she didn't care about, seeing as she sometimes rebelled against authority figures (i.e. idiotic teachers) and broke rules herself, but this statue had a certain sacredness to it, being the centerpiece of the town square. It wasn't a bench.

"Hey!" Fleurette called loudly enough for Flint to hear, paw cupped around her mouth to amplify her voice. She was obviously annoyed. "Get off of there! You're not allowed to sit on the statue." Though he probably knew that already.

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[Flint]

T he moon began to peek it's bright light over the top of the fog on the opposite horizon, casting the top of the creamy white clouds with a milky moonlight. As the dark red sun dipped lower and lower behind the looming fog, the dusky reds of the sunset began to disappear and be replaced by cold, yet comfortable darkness. A quick look at the night sky revealed stars that began to dot a dark blue canvas, splatterpaint of white balls of energy from distant solar systems. Flint tried to convince himself that he wasn't aware of his reasoning for liking the sweet embrace of night-time, but he truly knew that it was simply because no one could catch him at night. Maybe inside he felt a little bad about what he did for a living. He stole Pokedollars that others had worked hard for, snatched food off family tables and left others with nothing; heck, he even held someone hostage once. He liked being free, but on these nights when his buried morals came to the limelight, he began to rethink his position in life. In the morning, all traces of regret was gone and he proceeded to 'crusade for freedom', but there was still an itch in the back of his mind. Ah, liberty came at a price, but was ruining other's lives a price he wanted to pay? Of course it was, he reminded himself. Hadn't this been his dream? To truly be unbound and without the shackles of rules and others who depended on him? What a person he came out to be. Letting a sigh slip from his beak. The Archen glanced down beneath him, shrouded eyes locking on the distant figure below him. Excitement suddenly ignited in his chest, the thrill of getting caught sparking a fire that had nearly been smothered. The voice of someone travelled up to the peak of the Regigigas statue, only making his wings flap in bright anticipation. "And yet, here I am, sitting on the statue. You guys act as if rules are sacred here!" Flint grinned in twisted glee, flapping his wings wildly and melodramatically, as if to prove a point. Rising to his talons, the bird pokemon hopped to a point on the rounded head of the statue where a bit of carved stone poked up from relatively smooth rock. Glancing back down to the Espurr to gauge her reaction, he place a clawed foot on the stone and began scraping a little. "ooh, I wonder if the police will let me take a souvenir!" He called down scornfully, a crooked, snaggle-toothed smirk playing on his beak. At the order to get off of the statue, Flint grinned and began to sit again, wiggling his bright tail as he began to clean his feathers. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Kit Kat? Report me?" He wondered loudly, letting out a string twisted, humored laughs. Perhaps he was having too much fun, he was just itching to annoy the town today.

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[Fleurette]

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Fleurette didn't have a strict moral code. Morals was an area that dipped too far into almost political complications, which she didn't like dipping her paws in. One thing was for certain: she never regretted anything she did. Ever. There was no looking back, no distracting from the present. Even if it meant playing dirty, she did what she had to do, and then she moved on with her life. Nice and clean.

But at the moment she wasn't in the mood to entertain thoughts of morality and the complications of life. Right now she was just moody and annoyed. "Uh, maybe the rules aren't, but this statue kind of is? So get off already." Ooh, a rebel. Awe-inspiring. "Do you seriously break rules just for the sake of breaking them? That's so petty. Don't you have anything better to do with your time?" Maybe if she tried to piss Flint off enough, he would leave. Probably not, though.

The Espurr started as he began scraping at the stone. Seriously, did he have no respect? She wished that she had some Psychic type move to knock him off, and maybe pluck a few of his obnoxiously bright feathers while she was at it. That would be nice. "Ugh, why am I even bothering..." She wondered if she should go and report him. The police would be able to remove him from the statue. Maybe he was even a wanted criminal.

"And don't call me that," she snapped, irritated, though she had the inkling suspicion that he would only continue to do so. She had to stop encouraging him. Fleurette eyed the prehistoric creature's plumage testily. His feathers were illuminated ever so slightly by the silvery moonlight, paling them with creamier shades. She glanced down at the drawing pad clutched in her paw, and the pencil contained within the spirals. An idea began to form.

She despised bright colors, always going for a darker scheme or just pastels if she had to. But she needed a little more pop in her portfolio, if only to please her teacher. Something that would still follow the theme but provide an interesting spin to the collection.

Taking a couple steps backwards, she plopped down onto a nearby bench, still in plain view of the Archen. "Fine. If you're so insistent on sitting there, then you might as well make yourself useful," Fleurette muttered, flipping open the pad to an empty page. Something with a bright streak to offset an otherwise dark color scheme. A hat? A plumed hat. Derby? Top? Hmm. This was going to be an interesting design.

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