[OPEN] POKEMON HAVE RIGHTS

[Paige]

These people were weird, and that was saying something, considering just who in the world she was. She was, pretty much, the most hyperactive girl you could possibly meet. In fact, she was rushing towards the area the Olympics were to take place in right at that very moment. Why? Because she wanted to find a good seat. Yes, she wanted to find a good seat far too early in advance, so what? She was kind of an odd girl, and she didn't want to be stuck with some lame-o seat way, way far in the back of the stadium. That would just be no fun at all.

Of course, she sometimes got distracted...and in this case, she got distracted by hair. Yes, hair. GREEN HAIR, of all things. Now who in the world could not get distracted by that? Sure, she should be used to odd hair colors. Heck, just look at Alyssa; she had white hair, and that wasn't exactly normal. But green hair was even odder, and Luna couldn't help but just stare at the green-haired man. Of course, she sympathized with him a bit, but she was also somewhat distracted by other things going on.

Those other things were Volkner and the odd figure next to him, clad all in black. What an odd thing to wear, especially on a day like this. Wasn't she (he?) hot? Luna decided to just stare at them for a little while, before shifting her gaze to the more interesting event. That event being the little boy groping Dahlia...who really was dressed like a tramp. But Luna was not going to say that, because it was completely and utterly rude! Nope, instead she walked over to them. "You two are weird. I think it's illegal to do that in public," she (helpfully) informed them with a smile on her face, before she walked off towards N, humming to herself. To her, it was perfectly normal to give such incredible advice, but they might not appreciate it too much.

As she approached N, she couldn't help but see a tail on one of the people next to him. Or was it a tail? It was difficult to see, since she was approaching from the front, but she thought she could see one...oh well, better not to mention it. If she was wrong, she did not want to be the weirdo. And if she was right, she didn't want to know. She did NOT need to see people with tails walking around.

"Hello!" she cried out energetically to the green-haired man, a grin on her face as she surveyed the other two before returning her gaze to him. She had heard of him. N...he had caused trouble for Unova, or so she had heard. She had been out of the region when he had been, either doing her training still or hired in other regions, but she hadn't been too pleased upon hearing what he had done.

Still, he seemed like a nice enough fellow. "Like someone already asked, how do ya plan on doin' this? Y'see, I'm interested, buuuuut...it's stupid to just go around ranting about how pokemon need to be saved with no real plan for how to do it. And besides, what about people, huh? Do you got a beef against 'em or something?" Luna said to him, trying to NOT be in his face, like she usually was. She couldn't help but be in people's faces, and despite her best attempt not to, she was kind of too close for comfort to N.

[haribo4]

Well, things kept getting better and better. First, he was shoved into some lady's breasts, and then he was pulled down to the ground. The fall would have knocked the wind out of him had it not been for the fact that he then found himself straddling Dahlia.

The young boy turned an even brighter red, even more so when a young lady pointed out that what he had done might have been illegal, his embarrassment quite clear. He paused for a moment before looking down. Unfortunately for him and his dignity, his hands had landed on the lady's boobs. He looked absolutely terrified as he quickly jerked his hands away and stood up, carefully but quickly got off of the woman and hung his head in shame.

He was a good kid. He didn't mean to do it! Seriously, who pushed him in the first place? If they didn't do it, this never would have happened! He was respectful and would absolutely never do something like this on purpose. Eric kept stammering excuses and apologies, but most of them ended up garbled as the kid wouldn't look up and seemed to be mumbling to the ground.

[katya]

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[wally1]

The voice coming from so close to himself all but cause Wally to jump out of his skin, not realizing quite who the voice belonged to in the beginning. Then when he turned around, her name already coming from his lips, the Hoenn Leader was already gone. Green eyes drifted around the crowd quickly, moving forward to try and figure out where exactly the woman would have gone, before there was a rather large blockage to his view in the form of his Kecleon.

" Sneaker what are you doing?" Wally asked, but the question was muffled by the body of the reptilian Pokemon. He could feel it's small hands clinging to his hair as he carefully pried him off, glancing around to see what had spooked the Kecleon. He noticed several Pokemon, and guessed it must have just gotten a bit skittish around them. He carefully traced a finger down the very center of the pair of spines upon the normal types head. The small Pokemon, smaller than most others of it's species, quickly climbed up onto his shoulder and clung on rather stoically. Wally's pale green eyes quickly drifted around the crowd again, trying his hardest to spot a familiar face. Where had she gone running off to? His Pokemon was looking in the opposite direction, trying his hardest to find whatever it was his trainer was looking for. Where had she gone? He hadn't even been able to point out he was more than capable of looking after himself if things did get violent. Not that they would. Whoever did break the non-violence would be stopped by the rest of them.

But, of course, he would follow her commands...As long as he could.

[electric]

Giovanni looked down at the protest from the balcony of his apartment. Lowering the opera binoculars, the old man refused to participate in such a mob. 'Free Pokemon'? Pah, Humbug. Pokemon were tools and pets, even Persian a slave of luxury for his fingers. The elderly have a passion for Venetian blinds, and Giovanni is no exception. Castelia had a piece of everyone, too, as one of the largest cities in the world. So another twerp had been unleashed on the world. One with a loud voice crying for some sort of frivolous justice. Giovanni lit a cigarrette, and to the glass, said "I bet that wimp's never worn a suit." Because a suit, and a uniform, and an army, could be be somewhat more persuasive. Laughing as he did at the news, Giovanni walked away from the window to appreciate his dinner.

OOC Yeah, just dropping in once.

[kasper]

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Head tilted to the side, she watched the crowd of people, all seeming to gather around the long, green haired man with the hat. Curious, she had never seen him before this day. Shrugging slightly, her chocolate brown eyes turned back to her long-time friend, smiling softly. " Let's go before things get too crazy. " She said, letting go of his arm and walking forwards, glancing around, then back towards her friend, tilting her head towards him. She held her arm behind her back, patiently waiting to see if he would follow. I wasn't like she would force him to.

There were too many people, and soon as the "mob" started moving about, she rushed back towards Wally, clinging onto his arm for a moment as her wide eyes darted around. Yeah, this wasn't her best idea. But the fact that she had snuck away once more was proof she wanted to come here. (or just make Xander's hair turn gray premature).

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[marley]

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[archer]

As Archer walked through the hustle and bustle of the crowds outside the Olympic Stadium in London and noticed there was a protest happening, this intrigued him because he didn't realize that someone had the gall to stand up in front of hundreds of people and talk about freeing Pokemon. What utter nonsense, Pokemon were just tools for war, power and control. He felt sorry for all the people swarming to him and agreeing with him about his peacekeeper methods. When Team Rocket rise to power again then they will see true pain and suffering and then where will their freedom and liberation be? Archer just couldn't contain the laughter and let out a loud and booming laugh 'hahaha, What fools listening to the ramblings of a crazy man.' He knew that once the events started everyone would have forgotten about the crazy man and their eyes would be glued on him so he had to hurry and get to his battle otherwise he wouldn't be able to please the crowd. He turned away and walked inside the stadium without looking back whilst grinning, it was his time to shine.

[redoxstate]

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[johnny]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 2px solid white; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] The parade of people pushed the little sailor from side to side, but his gaze did not avert. His straw hat fell limp behind his back, exposing his face to the high sun. Wide-eyes bounced from person to person, and sign to sign. There were those that were passive, and proposed new lifestyles, while others didn't pass up the chance to be crude and violent. For such a peaceful message, not many embraced the feelings. Some crashed into each other. There were minor scuffles involving those that didn't agree with the protest. And then you had your real devotees that decided it would be cool to throw things at people passing buy. At least some of the crowd had the respect to apprehend these guys.

Legato moved at his heels, following close to the golden boy. The mass of citizens made the beast nervous, and in time Nicky would guide him towards the edge of the group, providing breathing room for his new friend. As much as he enjoyed this idea, there was a part of him that couldn't come to support it. He grew up as a trainer, and while he didn't support the death of these beasts - he had heard tales that made him prefer the death of men and pokemon versus leaving man to fight man. Some nations created such inventions that the planet itself would scream in the pain that would dish out. Nicky wasn't any scientist, but he knew the technology that existed. Something with particles, and elements. Thing one plus thing two equals big boom. The equation that he heard about. If the war came down to that, what would these protesters say.

Legato barred his fangs in discomfort at a group of rowdy protestors, and Nicky found it a good time to bounce from the location. He needed to get back to his ship, or to Grandioso at least. A wailord wasn't going to do too well trying to hide in the shallows. Nodding back behind them, Nicky whispered to Legato, "hey sailor, let's get outta here."

The ivory-furred beasted purred, "Absol..." and tailed behind Nicky as the two left the vicinity.[/style]

[fox]

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[josef]

It was quite impressive that this protest had actually gotten this big, Josef had to give him applause. Josef was only in Unova for business -- mainly with Giovanni -- but he figured he ought to give a passing glance of interest to the lettuce haired youth whom cared so diligently about the lives of the Pokemon that could not even speak. He supposed there was some truth in his words as he stood a distance away from the crowd, spotting Fox make his way out of it.

He grabbed the boy by the arm and tugged him close as to not lose him. "We should get going. Gio is on the move again." and with that, the King of Mauville and his trusty sidekick was off after the black haired Mexican mobster Rocket leader. Who cared about protests when there was money to be made?

[blob]

It's hard missing this crowd. There are people rushing through, people falling over each other, people hustling, shouting, melding into a single mass of faces and voices. He spies a few big names here and there, but he blinks once and suddenly they're gone, replaced by another indistinguishable stranger. Unova is his home and Castelia is familiar, but he wants to turn away, find someplace less distant.

The protest calls out to him though. It's not the mistreatment of Pokemon, though it makes him flush with guilt. Do his Pokemon want really want to fight in this war? He worries and he wonders, but he sets that aside for now; he'll ask them later, he thinks. It's the other message that makes him linger, keeps him from leaving.

"END THE WAR." That's why he's still fighting, right? That's why he's still here.

Matsuo frowns as he shifts through the crowd, trying his hardest not to push or shove and murmuring apologies when he ends up doing so anyway. By the time he gets to a closer spot, the green-haired man's already been bombarded by questions. Matsuo makes sure to wait, listening as others speak up and raising his hand when he gets his chance.

"Well, having a specific plan is important," he says, mostly to other speakers, "but what really matters is putting in effort and taking the initiative, right?" He turns to the green-haired man, smiling. "Got any extra signs?"

[forte]

It was almost like a death waltz, the way Arthas was walking through the crowds, slowly keeping tail on his friend Nicky, while at the same time making sure he wasn't caught. If he did...well it wouldn't be death technically, but it wouldn't be for the best, not with the surprise he had planned for his friend. The fact that the straw hat wearing man had a Pokemon that could easily smell him didn't really help the cause either, still though that wasn't going to deter the great Arthas Windsor from his goal.

Sadly however the great Arthas Windsor can easily be distracted, and perfect distraction seemed to rise up right in front of him. That distraction seemed to be in the form of a crowd, which seemed to be protesting...the use of Pokemon? A tinge of guilt rushed through his body, as he thought about it himself. Did his Pokemon really want to fight? Never seemed like they cared really. In fact some enjoyed it. Except maybe Atlas, but the Wailord was never one for talking.

Shifting his feet so that he could get to a better position, one without a bunch of people ahead of him, Arthas listened to the exchange between the guy who seemed to be missing an eye, and the green haired dude. Opening his mouth so he could chip in his own thoughts, which after all would probably be valued, Arthas was suddenly reminded of the reason he was here. Quickly scanning the area for any sign of his friend, Arthas let out a sign, before he started to leave the area as well. He knew what his friend was going, his ship.

[moineau2]

Valentine liked the atmosphere here at the Olympic grounds. It was like the party would go on forever, the lights the sounds, the smells the people... He reveled in it all. It was worth leaving the security of his Celadon penthouse for this.

Grinning as he left his (luxury) hotel in the center of the city, the young man soon made his way to.... was that protest? He frowned first the the very.... strange person before glancing down at the Espeon at his side. She bristled her violet fur and cocked her head to glance up at her master. She too seemed confused by the green-haired man and the garbage that he was sprouting.

How... embarrassing. Putting yourself into such a position. It's embarrassing. Valentine screwed his face into a frown and absently, wondered what his Espeon thought of him. Good thoughts, only. Of course. They were "friends". Right? He gave a matter of fact nod.

Yes. Krasota should be proud to have someone like him as her trainer.

Turning on his heel, Valentine decided to ignore the protests altogether. Crazy people trying to ruin his vacation - that is who they were.

OOC: i'm here for the wep. okay. bye.