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Location: Student UnionSmirking at Attica, Max nodded his head shortly after she agreed that they both could find a way to steal it. Mischievousness was something that Max had grown accustomed to, particularly in his younger years. Growing up in Castelia City, he had to get creative in order to get what he wanted, for better or worse.
Castelia was a
massive city with people walking up and down along the crowded sidewalks getting to their destination. Being the communication hub of the Unova region, it wasn't uncommon to see businesspeople crossing paths with the homeless. In the same vein, it was also commonplace to see a powerful Trainer showcasing a Hydreigon or the random Trubbish and occasional Garbodor nestled in the dark alleys that were littered across the streets. Max was just a boy with too much freedom and time on his hands that his mishaps with his friends often led him to do reckless things.
"Aaaand... now, Webster," Max said lowly, holding his hand in an inconspicuous manner. A yellow, furry Joltik slowly scrambled down the inside of his jacket's sleeve, perching itself on his wrist. Webster's blue eyes glistened slightly, sharpening his accuracy via the special ability Compound Eyes, and then fired a length web through a crowd people, landing directly in the suit pocket of a man dressed in a navy blue suit. Too busy holding an important conversation on his cell phone, the man didn't realize that Webster's web retracted, pulling a thick, leather wallet out of the jacket and whipping back into Max's hands.
"Haha... good work, Webster," Max responded, stepping to the side and away from the flowing traffic of people.
Unfolding the wallet, he looked through the man's belongings. Trainer ID, gift card, a few dollars here and there... nothing of consequence of course.
"You would think the guy would have a credit card at least," Max mumbled, rolling his eyes and tossing the wallet into an alley, unbeknownst to him that it would smack a resting Garbodor, laying beside a small pyramid of plastic bags that were surrounding a royal blue garbage toter. Grumbling initially, the Garbodor eventually roared out in displeasure of having its nap interrupted, setting its sights on the culprit: Max. Another bellowing roar alert the boy, as he turned to see the Trash Heap Pokemon scurrying towards him quickly.
"Shit! Webster let's go!"Webster latched its legs firmly to the bottom of Max's wrist and began shooting its web against the side of buildings. The web was strong enough to sustain Max's body, but the Joltik was going to be in need of
additional support in order to keep this momentum in a balanced way. Fortunately, Dizzy, who was resting inside of Max's backpack, oozed its way out, quickly transforming into a Joltik and attached itself to Max's other wrist so that he could repeat the motion with both Joltiks rhythmically shooting their webs. Meanwhile, the Garbodor was close on Max's tail, frightening civilians along the way. However, the Pokemon's sights were on Max and Max alone. Coughing vehemently, Garbodor hurled a Sludge Bomb from its mouth that caught on to one of the slinging webs.
"No-no-no-no..." Max exclaimed, successfully colliding with the fabric covering of a food stand that spring boarded him up into the air and crashing through a window of a building's third floor. Landing on his butt, Max lifted a hand up and rubbed his head before staring up at the group of office workers who were not pleased with their floor being broken in to by a kid. Chuckling, Max waved at them and said,
"Um... can you show me where the restroom is?"
Max followed Attica, albeit forcefully since she literally grabbed his hand and pulled him wherever it was she was taking him. The group of students gave them a surprised look, wondering how two students could possibly be already paired up within the first day of them actually meeting each other. Before Max could even make a facial expression to assure them that nothing was going on between he and Attica, they were situated in between two bookcases if you wanted to call that privacy.
"3:33... gotcha..." Max nodded, though he was certain he was going to struggle to get up at that time. He lifted his own Poketch and set
multiple alarms. Glancing up at her, he nodded his head at Attica.
"Yep, I'm good with this. She's been creeping me out anyway so... stealing what's rightfully yours and getting it back is gonna be satisfying."
When the Victini students met up together prior to the meal, Max had the intent on keeping his eye out for Laeticia... but she was so damn elusive. It was clear that she was an excellent student given her scores and even the effortless manner in which she was able to defeat the proctor of her battle exam. Yet, it was difficult to read her because she literally never spoke or interacted with other students save for the few words she uttered to him when he was staring back at his friends. When Max
did see her, she had her nose buried in her devices, as if she was waiting for a phone call or a message. Maybe she was just socially awkward? Did that relate to the fact she wouldn't return Attica's PokeNav? Max couldn't call it.
'No. No sign of her. She's actually not even here for dinner.'Max responded to Attica as some of the Victini students walked in, but he had the misfortune of bumping into the absolute wrong person at the entry way of the dining hall. Turning slowly on her heel, Dr. O gave him the slightest but most powerful of scowls, sizing him up momentarily before barely softening the expression on her features.
"I suppose you're deprived of manners, hm?" she said coldly, giving Max a quick look over and then realizing
who he was.
"Ah, yes... Maxim Chase from Castelia City. Mediocre performance in the battle examination and a dreadful written score. It's a disservice to Periwinkle that we've allowed you in our corridors. Beauregard has gotten soft in his old age, letting just anyone admitted into the academy. You listen here, and listen good boy. Any amount of slip up, misbehavior, poor grades... I will gladly have you removed from the cohort."Max was frozen in place, mouth slightly ajar.
"I... I'm sorry... ma'am...""Sorry is putting it nicely, Mr. Chase," she snapped back at him, nodding her head towards the dining room.
"Go before I expedite the expulsion process."With Beauregard promoting school pride on this particular day, students were given the opportunity to sit wherever they pleased in the dining hall. After Max grabbed his food, he glanced around for somewhere to sit and saw Marquis, Nyree and another
student donning a Celebi green blazer pulling up a seat with Attica. When Max came over, Marquis slid over so that he could sit between Attica and him.
"Not tryna stir anything up but uhhh..." Nyree began, her dark eyes glancing from Attica to Max.
"...word on the street is that you two were spotted holding hands walking off somewhere else...""What!?" Max said, his face with genuine disbelief. Looking over at Attica, Max scoffed and waved off the thought.
"No... that's not how it actually was. Anyway. You guys been good?" He glanced over at Marquis, realizing that he hadn't met the Celebi student.
"Nyree's just mad because I ain't held her hand yet," Marquis teased, winking at her playfully.
"So far so good though. Apparently they're gonna have tryout for the House Battle Tournament in the next few weeks. Think I'ma try out for Jirachi's team. I heard that some of the upperclassmen are inviting some of the First Year's to some secret 'tryout' after curfew. I haven't heard anything yet though so..." Marquis shrugged.
Max's interest was piqued at the prospects of being involved in the House Battle Tournament, but knew that he needed to strengthen his team if he stood any chance of making it. Someone like
Laeticia would surely be invited to this secret tryout. He glanced over at Attica and lifted a brow.
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