[A quiet nod is what Emporio responds to his friend with. The cubone carefully pulls back with the appearance of simply passing something else on to the tinkaton, his helmet firmly in place.
And then it all goes to shit.]
Firepaw- [He starts, but Flowey's the one who takes the blow. Emporio's expression of worry quickly becomes far more distressed, watching the pieces of the seed fly off.]
FLOWEY!!
[Zorua. Dark type, he knows, because there was so much to compare between Emmet and the form of Zoroark that the subway master knew of. They're being threatened- foolishly perhaps, Tinkaton is Fairy Type, but that's not the point.
The point is, he's rather tired of watching people he cares about get hurt.
Or worse.
A power is building. Focus Energy, ensuring that whatever he does next, he'll do it well.
As far as the Zorua is concerned, all it's going to look like is a small, fragile little cubone hanging back with the adult of the group, its unarmed fists balled tight.]
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And then it all goes to shit.]
Firepaw- [He starts, but Flowey's the one who takes the blow. Emporio's expression of worry quickly becomes far more distressed, watching the pieces of the seed fly off.]
FLOWEY!!
[Zorua. Dark type, he knows, because there was so much to compare between Emmet and the form of Zoroark that the subway master knew of. They're being threatened- foolishly perhaps, Tinkaton is Fairy Type, but that's not the point.
The point is, he's rather tired of watching people he cares about get hurt.
Or worse.A power is building. Focus Energy, ensuring that whatever he does next, he'll do it well.
As far as the Zorua is concerned, all it's going to look like is a small, fragile little cubone hanging back with the adult of the group, its unarmed fists balled tight.]