[center][h1][color=#ffd700][b]Tristan Glory[/b][/color][/h1][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nh9MN9w8/Gokudera-cropped.jpg [/img][/center] [center][hider=Inventory][h3][u][b]Inventory[/b][/u][/h3] Pokedollars-3000 Pokeballs-4 potions-1 Camping gear Emergency care kit(one multi-bristled brush, comb, tweezers, clippers, skin cream, compact mirror)[/hider][/center] [center][hider=On-Hand][u][b][/b][/u] [hider=King][b]King[/b] [img]https://projectpokemon.org/images/shiny-sprite/murkrow-f.gif [/img] species-Bird Type-Flying/Dark level-5 Ability- Super luck (The chance of a bearer's move being a critical hit is increased by 1 stage.) Moveset- -Peck -Astonish -Pursuit -Feather dance[/hider] [hider=Princess] [b]Princess[/b] [img]https://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/2/26/Spr_5b_447.png [/img] Species- Emanation Pokemon Gender- Female Type- Fighting Level- 4 Ability- Prankster (gives priority to status moves) Moveset: - Quick attack - Endure - Feint [/hider] [/hider][/center] [center][hider=PC][u][b][/b][/u] [/hider][/center] Tristan was waiting for Freya to offer her contact info or ask for his when he felt that ominous aura warning of danger. His attention turned to Steph where he saw the girl winding up her arm as if preparing to throw a punch at him. His eyes went wide with disbelief, surely this eldritch uttering beast wasn't crazy enough to go hitting him in a public place and over some simple but harsh criticism? Yet, the girl made no sign of stopping; it was clear she intended to follow through and this caused his face to pale then threw up his arms flinching." N-not the face!" He muttered out in panic waiting for the blow to come only to open his eyes to witness Freya stop and shove the enraged tomboy. For a moment he was relieved and was preparing to thank Freya for stopping that wild she-beast's brutish attempt at assault. Only to hear the tall girl refer to him so cruelly and then in an instant she turned on a dime in his direction where he was struck by a dangerous intensity that completely dwarfed Steph's in call capacity. While Steph felt like a rampaging bull, Freya was more like a speeding train that struck him with those overtly harsh insults as each one felt like a dagger stabbing deep into his pride. What made them hurt even more was the fact it reminded him of the cruel things his brothers often referred to him and did so casually as if it was a normal thing only this time it was from someone of a lower status than him. Then she stamped over to tower over him like an intimidating giant causing him to feel as if his body shrank into the chair as he was left to stare at her in stunned silence and yet...even as he there staring up at her in stunned silence, Tristan could not help but be in awe. The pissed Freya looked like a most terrifying beauty the likes of which he never seen from any other girl. His admiring did not last long as she followed up with more harsh statements that made him try to look away while gulping and in doing so saw that people had gathered taking pictures and videos of him looking pathetic and talked down to. His hands clenched and face flushed with embarrassment; unable to think of a retort though a voice in his mind warned him it best to keep his mouth shut. And then, as if being belittled wasn't enough she called him out with a challenging before stamping her way out as she stopped once to strike at his pride once more with a warning of not running. Tristan could do nothing but tremble in the chair and take deep breath to try and ease the pain and shame but hearing the continued clicks of photos and mutterings from the crowd did little to help. All of this simply cause these two can't take harsh criticism as if it was his fault Steph spoke in such a way that was impossible to understand and expect others to just put in effort to understand her without any from her end. And now he had been challenged in front of all these people. He could certainly slip out as he had no obligation to accept the challenge of such a foul-mouthed woman. If only were that he could. With all these peoples likely to posts this incident left a good chance his father or brothers could see this whole ordeal who had warned him not to do anything to embarrass the Glory name. With a huffing sniff of his nose, Tristan stood up and took a moment fixing his shirt and hair then made his way to the counter while trying to keep himself composed in front of the unwanted audience. " [color=#ffd700]I've come to gather my pokemon if they are healed. [/color]" He spoke in a low, stiff tone struggling to hide the hurt and humiliation in his voice. To make matters worse, his pokemon had just been healed and were going right into another battle which was especially unfortunate for Princess having yet gotten to even do proper introductions with the Riolu so now on top of humiliation he was feeling guilty towards them. Before long King and the pokeball holding Princess were set on the counter though King easily took notice that something was wrong with his trainer and hopped over giving his hand a worried gentle peck. Receiving this worried affection made him somewhat happy to know he had someone that cared about him as he pets the shiny Murkrow." [color=#ffd700]There's nothing to worry about, King....though things happen so now we must battle again. I'll be sure to reward the two of you well later.[/color]" Nodding with a small sigh as he received another gentle peck from King before flying up onto his shoulder. Picking up the pokeball containing Princess and giving his thanks to nurse Joy, Tristan turned and made his way towards the front door to make his way outside. And waiting out there was Freya waiting who was still fuming though the sight of her looking so imposing made him for pause for a moment and gulp. Finding himself intimidated and in awe once more at her giant presence and might have thought her breathtaking were she not giving off that deadly aura. Shaking his head to shake off the jitters knowing he needed to get his composure and go all in if he wished to win this battle; a victory he must gain as it was the only way for him to save face, otherwise he was screwed regardless. Exhaling slowly to regain his nerves, Tristan moved into position placing his right hand on his hip."[color=#ffd700] I'm here....let's get this over with.[/color]" Opening his mouth as if there was more he intended to say, but decided against it; at this point anything he'd say would likely only make this situation worse for himself."[color=#ffd700] To clarify, I have two pokemon.[/color]" He added in to let Freya know in case she might have more pokemon than him.