TFLN 2020

[legalized]

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[thunderwave]

[ and there he goes.

the line moves relatively quickly (or, at least, lance's definition of quickly), and it poses lance the opportunity to talk to people. typically, he really tries to avoid it -- his time limit for "acceptable socialization" is pretty stunted, but it's good to gather information, on how goldenrod has been faring, since team rocket has left. and while his celebrity is (mostly) an annoyance, it is good for getting people to talk to him.

so by the time blue comes back, it hasn't actually been that long since lance received the food. and lance has found a moment of reprieve at a table near-ish to the takoyaki stand, with blue's octillery-filled takoyaki (with extra pickled ginger, as requested), and whatever lance has ordered. it vaugely looks like takoyaki? but, you know. fish are friends, not food.

once blue makes his way over, though, lance's eyes flicker toward the drinks in his hands, curious. ]

What did you find?

[ warmly, as he gestures to a seat. ]

[blueser]

Hmph. You were right about the underground path, the trainers down there are such a bunch of lame nerds.

[He sets his drink down on the table, some whipped cream monstrosity drizzled in sticky caramel, and then pushes another drink with a lid towards Lance.]

I beat the crap outta them, but it was so quick I had a lot of time after. Here, I wasn't sure what kinda drink you'd like so I just got you the most boring old geezer thing they had.

[The scent of green tea wafts from the cup. It's hardly high quality macha, but it's... fine. Blue plops down and yanks his takoyaki over, luckily still piping hot and fresh. He grabs the pick and stabs into one, blowing on it as he brings it up to his face.] Yum! Thanks for the grub~!

[thunderwave]

[ lance takes his tea, actually . . . fairly impressed that blue picked something that (1) lance would drink and (2) lance actually enjoys quite a bit. and he's about to tell blue both thank you and you're welcome when -- ]

-- you were only gone half an hour.

[ a little surprised, as he settles back in his chair to sip his tea. someone should probably do a wellness check on those trainers in the (totally illegal) underground battle area . . . ]

How many trainers were down there?

[ and, honestly, why is whitney allowing that to happen in goldenrod in the first place? . . . though, as lance thinks about it, whitney would probably be the first in line to join in. ]

[blueser]

Yeah, they were real casuals. [blue agrees through a mouthful of hot batter and benishoga, reverse-blowing on the chunk of Octillery still on the pick. Hot!] There was only 'bout... 3 or 4 of them. And they only had a couple Pokémon each, can you b'lieve?

That was probably just a couple of the whole group, though. [Blue bites the rest of the chunk of the fried ball into his mouth, munching and savoring the chewy texture of the Octillery.] Tch, typical local bigshots, think they're so great in their own turf 'til they get blown out by a real trainer.

[He used to mow them down by the dozens for pocket money when he was still a traveling trainer, but stationed at the Gym, he didn't have to take on such boring battles.... If Viridian locals wanted to train, he had a whole Gym full of trainers for that! He stabs into another takoyaki as he swallows, and pulls his caramel ribbon crunch closer.]

[thunderwave]

[ lance is supposed to be a responsible adult, but his lips twitch at typical local bigshots, sipping his tea. he's sure the so-called "bigshots" were knocked down a peg or six when blue oak showed up to battle. probably for the best, really. maybe they'll reconsider their life of crime.

(or not -- lance can't imagine blue showed them anything but a solid dose of humility, and perhaps instilled in them a sense of revenge for said humiliation.) ]

Few people evolve from "local bigshot" to "professional trainer."

[ in his experience, anyway, as lance sets down his cup of tea to focus on his own food, though he definitely eats it a lot more delicately than blue, who seems interested in shoveling it into his mouth as quickly as possible.

lance wasn't very interested, in challenging people he knew would lose. mostly because it wasn't very exciting, and what was the point of battling if there wasn't something at stake? the local challenge circuits in johto entertained him for only so long until he decided to challenge the gyms. that had sparked his interest, in a way most things just didn't. and being a member of the elite four, and then champion, ensured that he really only battled people who would challenge him. . . . which meant he wasn't very challenged at all.

ah well. life is different, now. ]

I am surprised they accepted the challenge. [ what low-level illegal fight ring would accept a challenge from a champion and current gym leader? ] Or did they not know who you are?