Mal
A Champagne Village
A Champagne Village
“Not to break up zes buetiful moment, but I believe we need to-”
Eric, and everyone else in the group, collectively froze for a moment, surprised by the almost supernatural appearance. The kid didn’t even flinch as he landed on the ground, instantly going from Tarzan to Bugsy with longer pants. Without even acknowledging the group around him he started circling the Butterfree, captivated by every little bit of it.
“Um, can we help you, uh?” Miles said, obviously uncomfortable with someone studying his new friend.
“Nick.” said Nick without looking away from the Bug-Type. “And yes, you can help me.” After a few more seconds of captivation with the Butterfree he turned to greet Miles, extending out his hand. “You see, I’m a bit of an enthusiast, some people call me an eccentric actually, when it comes to Pokemon, especially Bug-Pokemon. I’ve been keeping track of the local Caterpie and Metapod population in this area, checking their growth patterns, general health and such; we’ve been having a bit of an issue with-”
“Does this have a point, or are you just going to exposition your backstory to us?” Mal asked, stuffing his pirate gear away as he spoke.
“Good point, no need to bore you with the details,” Nick smiled innocently, side eying the Butterfree with excitement. “Long Story-Short, my name is Nick and if you wouldn’t mind I would love to be able to examine your newly caught friend here. I have a station back in the village, I just want to do a medical check up on it. Wouldn’t take too long and you could even spend the night, which you might need to judging by your car over there.”
“Not our car,” Jasmine said. “The thief sort of just left it in the road and...well we needed something to get us to the Festival.”
Nick ignored the theft part, jumping right back to the Butterfree. “Well, do I have news for you then. Currently our town is acting as a improvised Bus Station for all the trainers the festival has attracted.” Nick was sucked back into the Butterfree for moment, only snapping out as Art questioned about bus times. “Not sure on the exacts, but as I said your butte-you guys are welcome at my place for as long as you need, especially if you have any more interesting Pokemon.” he glanced around at the assortment in the group, taking his time looking at Juice and Chan. “My parents are out of town at the moment, so as long as you don’t throw a rave it should be fine.”
“One moment, we need to discuss the matter for a moment,” Mal said, hailing the group over to him. They reluctantly followed. “Well, what do ya think, leader boy?”
“I knew I would regret this,” Miles muttered. “I don’t know, the kid seemed honest enough, though the “examination” stuff is a bit off putting. Really, whether you guys feel comfortable is up to you.”
“I’m not afraid of some little kid, and I could use a real bed,” Jasmine said. "And if he starts any trouble, Murtle and Ariel can put him in his place.
“Agreed. And I wouldn’t mind seeing this kids lab, he seems to know what he’s doing,” Art added. “Plus, if he can tell you more about Mate why not?”
“As long as he does not touch Claude’s new perm I am alright with this,” Eric said, petting his Pokemon.
“He looks fun! And after a boat of old people and Mr. Ekans we could use a friend our age!” Annie whispered, afraid he might hear them talking about him. "And maybe he'll want Melon." she whispered even softer, ever so guilty.
“Well, Blackbeard has the final vote, what do you say?” Miles asked.
“I just want to learn how he moves like that, the kid is like a ninja.”
“Then we have it,” Miles turned around. “Nick, you have won the privilege of housing six misfits for the unspecified future, but if you hurt a single...whatever Butterfree’s are made of you will regret it.”
“Great!” Nick ran over to the group. “Now, I just need to make two quick stops along the way, a few minor checks ups on the local population, and then we can set you up in the Sanctuary.”
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