Post by vivien on Jul 2, 2016 21:58:50 GMT
TWILIGHT PUPPETEER
The marketplace was bustling. A Saturday, civilians milled about their weekend from work, explorers took a break from the dungeons, while outlaws watched the crowds with keen eyes, searching for the perfect chance to take advantage of someone. Vivien was no exception to the latter. Her small, sly eyes watched the slow-moving mass of Pokemon, peering through the gaps to spot various stands of merchants as they advertised and sold their wares to people. The kecleon nearly sneered at them, unable to think about what that would have been like if she had not escaped home. Her scales shuddered with the thought.
Suddenly, a waft of freshly baked goods drifted to her nose, leading for the kecleon to perk up in interest. Her small body weaved through the crowd as she followed the scent, finally pausing as she noticed a rather small Spheal had set up a table, presumably near her house. A plump but kind-faced Walrein watched nearby, love infecting her eyes. What a perfect victim. Casually, Vivien walked past the small table and corresponding Spheal, but quickly broke from the crowd and hid on the otherside of the table, her color melting into the bright blue tablecloth that had been draped over the stand. While looking closely would reveal the red sig-zag stripe across her belly, a quick, fleeting glance would make most believe it was simply a decoration of the tablecloth.
She waited a moment, the kecleon biding her time while she waited for the perfect moment. As she heard the Spheal's voice negotiating a price with a kindly customer, Vivien's head peeked over the table, eyes locking on a small, petite cake sitting upon the edge. A grin on her face, Vivien's tongue stuck out and lifted up the cake, only for the Spheal to look over and spot the Kecleon with a horrified gaze. Eyes widening, Vivien took off, her color returning to the usual red hue as she dashed through the crowd, nearly bowling chatting patrons over in her dash for the alleyways.
Tucking herself into the darkness of an alley, the Kecleon disappeared, the only sign of her existing being the red stripe that stuck out like a sore thumb in the shadow of close buildings. Swiftly, she slunk along brick walls, the cake still perched on her tongue with careful precision, likely practiced over many years. Soon, the female had arrived in a nearly vacant Town Square, padding along the withered stone of the Regigigas Statue. A grin approached her face, accomplishment making her heart soar. She could barely imagine the taste of the cake, it must be amazing.
Suddenly, a waft of freshly baked goods drifted to her nose, leading for the kecleon to perk up in interest. Her small body weaved through the crowd as she followed the scent, finally pausing as she noticed a rather small Spheal had set up a table, presumably near her house. A plump but kind-faced Walrein watched nearby, love infecting her eyes. What a perfect victim. Casually, Vivien walked past the small table and corresponding Spheal, but quickly broke from the crowd and hid on the otherside of the table, her color melting into the bright blue tablecloth that had been draped over the stand. While looking closely would reveal the red sig-zag stripe across her belly, a quick, fleeting glance would make most believe it was simply a decoration of the tablecloth.
She waited a moment, the kecleon biding her time while she waited for the perfect moment. As she heard the Spheal's voice negotiating a price with a kindly customer, Vivien's head peeked over the table, eyes locking on a small, petite cake sitting upon the edge. A grin on her face, Vivien's tongue stuck out and lifted up the cake, only for the Spheal to look over and spot the Kecleon with a horrified gaze. Eyes widening, Vivien took off, her color returning to the usual red hue as she dashed through the crowd, nearly bowling chatting patrons over in her dash for the alleyways.
Tucking herself into the darkness of an alley, the Kecleon disappeared, the only sign of her existing being the red stripe that stuck out like a sore thumb in the shadow of close buildings. Swiftly, she slunk along brick walls, the cake still perched on her tongue with careful precision, likely practiced over many years. Soon, the female had arrived in a nearly vacant Town Square, padding along the withered stone of the Regigigas Statue. A grin approached her face, accomplishment making her heart soar. She could barely imagine the taste of the cake, it must be amazing.
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