"These chips are bomb as shit, bro. Here." Chancelor was accompanied by two Pokémon—a Charmeleon that used flames to light the way and a cunning and stealthy Treecko that scouted ahead when the time was needed. Chance had a yearning to learn more about this dark cave, he was mapping out each tunnel and pass so when it was time to traverse it fully to get to the Pokémon League, he'd be able to do so without any real issue. However, such a feat took many attempts—this being a time he could no longer count of fingers or toes; but at least it made for very good exercise for both him and his Pokémon.

He extended the bag for the Treecko to take and get a few of the delicious and well seasoned chips. Yellow eyes of the cunning Grass type simply leered up at the Trainer, a few shakes of the head told the Trainer the little green Pokémon didn't want any of the chips regardless on how good he said they were. However, it seemed Chance wouldn't take no as an answer, the human began wiggling the bag in the ear of the Pokémon playfully. "Stop being such a stick in the mud, bro. I know you're hungryyyy." Treecko stops dead in his tracks, slowly turns to face the much larger and grinning human, only to take the bag and give it to the Charmeleon leading the way. Charmeleon gladly took the bag and ate every last chip like the greedy red lizard he was. Chance frowned for a brief second before erupting into booming laughter. "That was foul, my guy."

Charmeleon joined in on the rather contagious laughing fit. Treecko on the other hand had eyes capable of piercing through darkness fixed upon two approaching figures from behind the trio—one being a human the other being what seemed like their Pokémon. Following Treecko noticing this, the call of the mysterious stranger echoed through the tunnel they were in which caused both Chancelor and Charmeleon to turn and face the direction in which the voice came. Three sets of eyes were focused on the light ejecting from the flashlight, a small circle in the blanketing darkness approaching closer and closer. "You lost or somethin'?" Chance says, assuming one of the many possible outcomes for this approaching stranger.

✝ tag(s) - ALEC VON KLAUSS .
✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [OO|O3] .

A black shadow awakens in me, fireworks erupt in my eyes that see you. Everyone get away from your side because I’m getting a bit more ferocious. I growl, I growl. If you don’t get away, you might get hurt.

Being halted by the melodramatic racist, a single hazel eye twitched—an eye being concealed by a blanket of darkness; half the body of Chancelor would be in darkness while the other half basked in the warm fire created by the Charmeleon to the Trainers left. Treecko on the other hand, slipped off into the darkness, scouting ahead while the two humans exchanged whatever words they may give to one another. The more the idiot spoke, the angrier Chance became, a scarred hand balling into a very tight fist to reflect festering annoyance. On what level did this moron think he cared about the existent of his racism? So he had a uncle with a little soul in him? his logic? Nullified! Chance closed both eyes, took a deep breath, and was literally on the verge of swinging on the poor sap—making due with the aforementioned threat from earlier. Though, that was until both he and the Charmeleon felt a slight rumble from underneath them. Cocking a brow, both human and Pokémon took a slow step back.

Exotic orbs leveled back upon the idiot that was about to get decked. Chance followed where his eyes were and took note of the Pokémon he was so awestruck over. An angel? That thing looked more like a demon if anything—an edgy demon at that; an edgy demon that was the last of his kind. The thought made him grin with mild amusement until the idiot chased after the wild Pokémon like the idiot he was; hell, if he wasn't lost before, he'd sure as hell get lose chasing after that thing. However, Chance had no reason to stop him not did he even want to—the poor sap fared better against mother nature herself than the brutal fists of Chancelor McQueen! That was until the rumbling happened again, and again, and again; each time growing more and more intense. Treecko appeared from above Chance, landing upon the shoulder of the human after a rather flashy and acrobatic back flip. Treecko said nothing, merely pointed a finger dead head as the entire cave continued to tremble under the weight of something massive.

"A goddamn Onix!" The trio jumped in three different directions, dodging what looked like slung rocks. Treecko rushed forward, scaling the long, rocky, and jagged body of the massive beast. "Absorb!" Chance orders, still dodging flinging rocks with uneasy balance. As Treecko scaled the massive monster, every now and again a green flash of light would explode upon the gray length of the giant. These flashes indicated the giant's energy was being siphoned; and quickly; for super effective damage. The beast began to flail around, causing more rocks to fall from the the jagged ceiling overhead. Treecko would simply grip himself to a different section of the body, or to a hanging rock overhead to evade any damage. Exhausting itself rather quickly due to failed flails and siphoned energy, the Onix could do nothing as the Treecko reached the top of its face and unleash a finishing pound that made the mighty beast drop with a thud that shook the entire passage.

Hitting the ground on a single knee, the nimble Grass type slowly rose with eyes froward ever so vigilantly. "Fuck em'. He'll be aight'. He found that 'angel' remember? Lets go." Chance began walking in the opposite direction with his mind already made up while both his Pokémon had other ideas. Both Treecko and Charmeleon went onward, in an attempt to find the idiot of a man to ensure he doesn't wind up dead due to his own overzealous adventure."Karma better be on my side after this shit..." The teenager groans turning around to join the two Pokémon.

✝ tag(s) - ALEC VON KLAUSS .
✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [O2|O3] . +2 for Treecko bringing its level up to 9.

A black shadow awakens in me, fireworks erupt in my eyes that see you. Everyone get away from your side because I’m getting a bit more ferocious. I growl, I growl. If you don’t get away, you might get hurt.

A black shadow awakens in me, fireworks erupt in my eyes that see you. Everyone get away from your side because I’m getting a bit more ferocious. I growl, I growl. If you don’t get away, you might get hurt.

This Alec fella' was something else, other than the fact he ran his mouth with the stamina of a Mudsdale, he insisted on pushing on all the buttons within the teenager attempting to walk away from the situation. It was at this moment he realized this guy wasn't a racist, he was just truly idiotic through and through—and that was almost worse than being a filthy racist. Chance scoffed at the notion of Alec trying to read him, calling him a cocksure brute with the ideology of himself being borderline unbeatable. Chance gave off the aura of an asshole who was entirely to sure of himself, but he was a modest asshole who was entirely to sure of himself. He understands good and well in all the things he excel in, and understands all the things he is lackluster in—the art of combat just so happened to be one of the things he was a master in.

Stopping in his tracks, Chance turned around to face Alec, facial features stone hard as it was more than obvious he no longer wished to humor this conversation anymore. "You're a trust fund baby? That doesn't really surprise me one single bit." He scoffs, looking the shorter male up and done one quick time before looking him in the eyes yet again. "I'll play your game, guy, because, if i don't, something neither of us want might take place." Chancelor was referring to throwing fists in the cave. Though, coming to the realization this man wasn't a racist, but instead a stupid idiot. The swelling anger began to die down and underwent a type of metamorphosis—from anger to annoyance; who would have figured. Crossing both arms up against a chiseled chest, Chance stood in place and awaited further instructions on this so called game. "So, what are we doing?"

✝ tag(s) - ALEC VON KLAUSS .
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