Pokemon: Age of Steel

Jerro: I didn't mean cut them off. *winks*

Nuwa: I didn't mean that either. I mean my breasts will be occupying your hands.

Jerro: ...you really don't see where I'm going with this, do you? *sighs* You seem quite naive.

Nuwa: What's wrong with you holding my breasts? My father always did that for me. Mostly because he wanted to weigh them. Apparently my mother had very large ones.

Jerro: That's......uh....that's....ahem....er.....why don't we just get some rest, then? I'll need to slip out tomorrow to get a new rapier. I shall be like....the most quickest shadow and smallest mouse...I shall slip among them like a transparent..........thing...

Nuwa: Fine. Go ahead. *lies down on the straw*

Maya: Goodness, don't you have any sense of modesty?

Jerro: Bah, modesty and prudishness is overrated. If there's anything that separates us from the Primapes, it's our skill and devilishly good looks.

They stop what they are doing and hear the flapping of many wings and the cries of many pokemon as a whole flock of Zubat fly through the area.

Nuwa: ...What is modesty? Why do I need it as a sense?

Maya: Uh huh..... >.>
She hesitantly turns her back to Jerro and removes her robes so that they can dry.

Jerro: wussat? *gets up* I don't think we're alone here. *readies his dagger*

Nuwa: Lee! Use swift!
The skarmory that stayed with nuwa flies up and uses swift on the incoming zubats.

Maya: Sunny, use Confusion!
Her Espeon, named Sunny, nods quickly and envelops the Zubat in a psychic glow.

Jerro: Rogue, use Swords Dance, then Aerial Ace!
(Rogue deftly maneuvers around the alcove, swinging around his leek, then leaps up into the air, slicing many zubat in one arc)

A very large blast of energy shoots out from nowhere and clears a large percentage of the zubat swarm before a jolteon's voice is heard as one appears, being followed by a robed figure with a hat and a lit lantern on a staff. the jolteon runs up next to Sunny and rubs against Sunny.
Figure: Yes, that's good, use helping hand on your fellow eevee.

Jerro: *sighs* From Guild soldiers, to crazy Tropius riders, to weird sewer dwellers. This has got to be in my top 5 for weirdest days ever.

Figure: At least i lightened your load.
Nuwa: by a lot at least. keep using swift, Lee!

(the zubats retreat slowly, back into the cavernous corridors of the sewers)
Jerro: Great, now that's sorted. Who are you?

Figure: i.....Don't really have a name.
Nuwa: Well you are a black mage from what I've gathered about you. Besides, that beam that was shot earlier. Does your jolteon know hyperbeam?
Figure: ........Yes, it knows hyperbeam.

Jerro: *chuckles* If that was really a hyper beam, the walls and ceiling would have collapsed on top of us.

Black mage: Well this jolteon isn't very high of level....
Nuwa: Why are you hiding yourself anyway?
Black mage: The features of my face do not concern you, woman.
Nuwa: No need to be rude.

Maya: Well thanks for helping us back there.

Black mage: it's no problem. I could show you all my home if you'd like. It's just down here.
Nuwa: you live down here?
Black mage: Well the rockets are after me. I need to hide.

Jerro: Well, the rockets are after all of us. They've taken over most of the city by now. Dunno why anyone would want it, anyway.