all I can say is - open

[OLIVER]

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"it's okay, just calm down." he said soothingly with a simple smile on his face. A young girl whimpered something Oliver couldn't understand, and looked up at him, green eyes on the brink of tearing up. He smiled once more, and patted her on the head. "Come on! Those boys over there..." he started, pointing to the group of kids that were once mocking her. He noticed that she already didn't believe him, and he hadn't even said anything. He mentally sighed and bent down to her level. "here let me tell you a secret." he whispered, his smile getting a little larger.

The young girl seemed to brighten up immediately nodding her head excitedly. Oliver could still see the tears in her eyes, but it was a start. "Well you see, they envy you." he started to tell her, easily a lie. They were just the stuck up zien kids you find in all the rich places. The one that though Replica's were worthless. Yeah, even a powerfully replica like Oliver ran into a couple of them. Of course he usually beat the shit out of them. Someone he couldn't quiet see that happening now.

The young girl gave him a strange look. "Now I am serious, they want to have your powers, they want to be like you. What you can do for them if just ignore their little insults okay?" he asked her, and she gave a weak nod. He carefully wiped some of the tears away from her face, and stood up. "If they bug you again, just punch them in the gut." he joked, mocking a fake fighting move. She copied him, and then giggled like a little girl with a huge secret. "now run off." he told her, petting the top of her head and turning around. Another day, another dime, and today Oliver felt a little better.

You see, today Oliver got yelled at for sleeping on the job. It wasn't his fault that it was such a bore to watch the Thrones. He didn't like to babysit them, and he didn't like cleaning up after them. Yeah okay, they are special, they rule ziel, blah blah blah blah, but still it didn't mean they had to be slobs. With all this bent up angry and rage, Oliver thought it was better to simple sleep on it. Turns out it wasn't such a great idea to others, and he didn't even have little Natey to rant too. Today sucked.

Then he saw that group cornering the little Meowth Replica. He watched from the shadow, somewhat like a creepier, till the fist started flying. Using his psychic ability, he made one kid raise up into the air. The others were scared, and amazed at the same time. They all thought it was the meowth replica and ran like the wind. Sneaky little Oliver conveniently stepped out of the shadows at the right time to catch the girl. He worked his kid magic and bam, the girl was good as new. Thinking back on this put a dumb smile on the guard's face as he walked down the streets of the port, ignoring most of his surroundings.

notes: not a pedo : D
words: enough for the lazy roasty

[JACKAL]

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Just another regular day in Ziel's Marnia City. Busy, busy, busy—the streets were infested with people visiting on vacation. "Tsk, these people are so annoying,"he mumbled to himself as he made his way through a crow of people. "OUCH," he hollered as both of his eyes winced in the horrendous pain coming from his feet. He wore sandals so he was even more prone to getting his feet stomped on by people who weren't paying attention to where they were walking. Frantically looking around for a place to investigate the damage done to his toes, the old, legendary replica locked onto a bench shielded by the shadows of a building and made his way over there. Taking a seat he spoke, "Ah, damn. Sometimes I wonder why I wear sandals." He rubbed the side of his foot to slowly, but eventually make the pain go away.

"Hey look, the freak's got a tail!" The echo of a voice caught Jackal's attention and he swiftly stood from the bench to see what was going on. He caught sight of a group of boys surrounding what looked like a girl Meowth replica. Poor girl, her tail stuck out like a sore thumb. The group of boys taunted and harassed the girl for a short moment: pulling at her tail and whatnot but when a young boy raised a hand at the girl everything seemed to freeze. The boy did at least. An eyebrow raised on Jackal's face in confusion. How was the boy levitating?! Was it the girl? His questions were quickly answered just as the boy was set down because just as the bully touched the floor him and his buddies took off, a man stepped out from the shadows right where Jackal was sitting! He hadn't noticed the mysterious man until he passed right by him. Jackal kept a close eye on the mysterious man as he reassured the young girl and sent her on her way.

As the man turned around Jackal realized that he was one of the Replica guards of the Thrones just like he was! The Zapdos replica darted after the other guard to introduce himself. He caught up to the younger man and kept a steady pace as he introduced himself. "Hey! I've heard of you..you're one of the replica guards aren't you?" He tossed the terms 'replica' and 'guard' like it was everyone's business to know who the guy was (which was probably not the smartest thing on Jackal's part). "That was pretty noble of you to do what you did back there. I'm Jackal, by the way." He was being more open and social than usual.

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words, 446
mood, tired )8
notes, idk. pedo

[OLIVER]

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Oliver let out a long whistle, as the new guy caught up to him. Out of the comer of his red eyes, he tried to size up the man. He seemed old, already a bad point, and special. He averted his attention back to looking ahead as he pondered it. Who was this strange man? Oliver thought to himself, putting his hands into his pocket casually. He whistled once more as the guy introduced himself.

"well old man." Oliver started, it made more sense now. Jackal was the Zapados replica who guarded Mind. Oliver had seen him around the place a couple times, it was funny how he didn't know him. Maybe his lazy and rebellious attitude didn't make it all the way over to Mind's guard. "Oliver, one of the beings." Oliver said, picking one hand out of his picket to lazily scratch at the back of his head. "most people know me." he mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"and it wasn't noble." he stated, glancing back up. Nope, Oliver didn't do good deeds (okay he did, he just never admitted it.) "those jerks needed to be taught a lesson, and sadly I don't hit kids." he sighed this time. If they were just a tad bit older, he would have socked one of them in the mouth and then another in the gut. Then laugh like a crazy manic as the rest ran away. It was probably a good thing they were much younger. "And the girl was cute." he added, realizing how creepier that sounded. "In an innocent way. Not the pedo way." he quickly restated. Oliver didn't want to get this started on a bad side.

notes: I don't have any, sorry if it is short
words: ....around 300 probably

[JACKAL]

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Muscles in Jackal's neck contracted as the words 'old man' left the mouth of this juvenile. Old man?! Who did this kid think he was, calling a legendary bird replica old? Even if it was true. You can call him anything you wanted but you never ever call him old or a pedo. That will set him off like a bomb and you wouldn't want to be around when the timer hits zero.

A slight shiver went up and down Jackal's spine. He heard the younger boy's reply to his introduction but frankly, Jackal didn't give a damn anymore. His mind was fixed on what Olive referred to him as. Jackal rid his mouth of the nasty saliva that inhabited his mouth before he spit out words that would get him into trouble. "Excuse me?" He asked with an tone to make it obvious that he was offended. "Did you just call me an old man?" Ooooohh boy was this kid barking up the wrong tree. The Zapdos replica halted and in an instant he reached out for the boy's shoulder to turn him around so that the two were facing one another. He anxiously scratched his shoulder blade which was exposed to the breeze coming in from the ports (since he didn't wear t-shirts).

Once he rotated the boy to a certain degree that they were facing each other he began what was going to be a lecture on why young children shouldn't be so disrespectful to their elders. He glared at the young adult with fierce eyes before another idea sparked from his clever mind. "You know," he paused for a moment to gather his idea—also to build the suspense, "since you think you're so great how about you and I have a little brawl. Right here—right now." He tilted his chin slightly upwards and folded his arms across his chest in pride. "I mean, since I'm so old I should be an easy opponent for someone so great like yourself." A strong sense of sarcasm leaked from his words to taunt the other replica.

Heck, Jackal hasn't been in a real one on one battle for quite some time since he usually fought off the baddies who were after Mind along side his fellow guards, Maria and Yasmin. Fighting solo would be unpredictable and very interesting for Jackal to experience. That is..if Oliver accepts his challenge.

He wasn't about to let this little brat get away with it.

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words, 414.
mood, unsure. 8\
notes, jackal takes things too seriously 8C

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[OLIVER]

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Oliver didn't know what he did to piss the old man off so much. Oliver lazily scratched at the back of his black hair at first, giving off his "I'm bored" face as the old man started to talk. Oliver paid not attention at first, he was about to walk away and go do something of more importance. Then the old man grabbed his shoulder and spun Oliver around. (he will admit the force behind that wasn't half bad, but he didn't resist like usually) He raised one eye brow waiting for the normal lecture about how it all cool to be old and blah blah blah. Come on guy, it wasn't going to get through this young adult's skull.

"First let's get this straight." Oliver started, putting his two hands into his pocket. "I never said you couldn't battle, I called you old." he fished around in the deep pocket of his jacket for a single pair of gloves. They were easy to fight with, and he liked the way it looked. Plus hitting someone with a glove was much better, you didn't get blood all over your hand that time. "there is a big difference, old man." he said the last part slowly for more of an emphasis.

"But if it is a fight you want." he pulled out his left hand, which had both of the gloves. He slowly put on his right glove, making sure the leather fit each finger to a T before starting on his left hand. "I'll gladly put up my fists. You see I haven't meet a good fighter in a while. Those babies with their pokemon such serious ass." he started in, waving on of his hands to and fro. He gave a little smile, getting into a fighting stance. His hands were clenched and up in the air. Being Azelf you would think Oliver would start off with physic power. Mostly he fought with his fists, using his physic power for the last part of the fight. When he was corner and had nothing else to do.

"Do you suck Geezer?" he asked, hopefully taunting him into the first attack.

[JACKAL]

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If Jackal was open and so modest to just anyone, he'd probably have to admit that he took things to a completely new level. He overreacted. But can you blame him? An old strong man in his high fifties—turning sixty within the year still battling it out as if he were thirty. Cut him some slack people. But it's too late for apologies because Jackal got himself into an familiar situation. Since Mind hasn't quite needed Jackal lately, his fighting skills were a tad rusty and flashbacks of previous battles helped him think of strategies for this fight.

The Zapdos replica simply ignored what the youngster was trying to say but he couldn't help but hear the same two words that set Jackal off in the first place. Again, seriously?! Boy, this kid was asking for it. Jackal observed closely as Oliver slipped on his gloves. He could feel the electricity flowing through his body—his blood. Once Oliver was in a fighting stance it almost sounded like he was taunting Jackal to fight.

Just as Oliver spit his final words, Jackal started, "Geezer, ahah. We'll see after this fight!" He boldly called out before doing a few acrobatic flips backwards to created a larger battlefield. You would think an old man at the ripe age of fifty-nine wouldn't be doing acrobatic flips like those, but he isn't a replica guard for nothin'. After a fourth backwards flip he collected his energy and shot his arms into the air above him along with a short tribal-looking dance (Rain Dance). The bright, sunny sky grew gloomy and grey. Rain clouds gathered overhead and rain began to drench the city. "Your move, hot shot."

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words, no. )8
mood, ——
notes, tauntauntauntauntaunt. :D

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[OLIVER]

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He watched boredly at the bird replica did some fancy flips into the air. Yeah, he had seen those done by a pichu replica, so it wasn't really all that great. He scoffed and a sly smile found it's way on his lips. "Nice show." he added, taking a couple steps backwards to give a little distance between the two. He usually fought up close, using his fist for the most part of the fight. Something about Jackal seemed different though. Oliver wasn't going to goof off on this fight. Nope, he was as serious as ever.

and then it started to rain.

Talk about a damper on Oliver's point. He saw the crazy little dance the guy did in the year and automatically thought of the benefits it would have to thunder attacks. He made a note to keep out of big puddles of water, unless her wanted to get fried. "Lovely dance." he called out, putting more distance between the two replicas. "I think you should try to get your own show on live TV. It would fit you because of your age you know?" he asked again taunting the other replica.

"But hey, we can't all be young." he sighed, drawing on of his hands behind him. He started to concentrate his energy, before swinging his hand at Jackal, making a wide arc around his body. A bright stream of yellow stars first followed his hand, until the arc he made came past the middle. From there, the stars made a start bee line towards Jackal.

-Swift

"I hope you can do more then make it rain." he sighed, kneeling down towards the ground. He splashed around in one of the puddles with his gloved hand, testing just how long he might last standing here. "Very lame." he complained, sighing as his hair slowly started to form in clumps around his head. "Well whatever." he stood up once more, twirling around slightly, allowing his hand to make another quick arc. And where his hand went, a trail of bright yellow stars formed, before shooting start at Jackal once more.

-Swift