by InsaneLlama
After they finished their lunch, they walked towards the trading district. Insanellama looked around at the booths, and noticed a familiar face. It was none other than Chaoticllama. “YEEEEEHAAAWWWWW!” whooped Insanellama over the din of the crowd noise. Chaotic jerked around and ran to meat his brother. “I’m here tradin some of the Flyin L tuaros stock. You know, you really shouldn’t have left without cuttin one from the herd. I’ll help ya out tho,” said Chaoticllama, at the same time tossing Insanellama a pokeball, “here’s one of the best of the herd.”
Insanellama took a look at his new tuaros. “Yep, it’s a fine pokemon,” said Insanellama.
“What’s with the new digs, and those fancy shootin irons?” asked Chaoticllama.
“Well, the hat was an impulse, the Colt .45 Peacemakers, well they’ve already been of use today, we all have to watch our back,” Insanellama said gesturing to the others, “Oh, Hey, let me introduce you to some new friends of mine, This is Toocold, That’s firestorm, you already know lonewolf, that’s X.”
Chaoticllama had a puzzled look on his face, “Where’s random and ICY?” he asked.
“Well, Random is partying with a fine lady friend of his, and that pikachu there is Icy,” said Insanellama. He then related icy’s tale and all that had happened in the many months.
“I brought a friend of the family too pal,” said Chaoticllama,” Oak come out from behind there.” Professor Oak had come aboard for the gathering.
“Well hello,” said Professor Oak, “I’m going to go and take a nap for a while.” Professor oak walked towards the rooms.
“Well, you’d better get back to tendin yer booth, and I’d better let ya,” said Insanellama, shaking Chaoticllama’s hand one last time. They walked back toward the market. Insanellama was at a knife shop, admiring a hunting knife when a man suddenly jerked him around. “Ugh, not you guys again,” said insanellama to the cowboy-wannabe trainers who were now about 20 members, and all of them drunk.
“You’d bettr giiive me my pokermon back,” said the lead man with a drunken slur.
“You want pokemon? Ok I’ll give you some pokermon,” Insanellama pulled out a deck of cards and threw them in the man’s face,” There’s all the pokermon you need to play poker.” Insanellama noticed the man was now sporting a Colt .45 fully automatic pistol, in a new holster. The men went for their guns, but Clan caterpie was quicker, none of them ever cleared leather before they were facing, 2 colt .45s a browning, a desert eagle, and a smith and wesson rifle.
“These .45’s are loaded with ballistic tips, I can get two or three of you at once with each bullet, let go of your guns, so I don’t have to tell the captain that a bunch of drunks jumped overboard,” said Insanellama. They reluctantly walked away. The knife shop had made X come a life, throwing knives was his passion, and he was pretty good at it too. He bought a belt that went around his waist and held 20 throwing knives. He also bought to wrist belts holding 5 each these would be well hidden under his jacket. To go in the holders, he bought 30 throwing knives, all of Toledo steel, and razor sharp. They had X shaped handles on the end. X proffered something more stealth than a gun.
To Be Continued…
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