Unjust Legend (OPEN)

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Cherrygrove Town. A truly peaceful and quaint little town. Epsilon was still on Route 29, honestly, but he was rather close to the town. Seeing as the day was nice and a comfortable temperature, he decided to let his pokemon out of their pokeballs. He only had three pokemon at the moment, since he didn't see it necessary to carry his entire team around traveling along the routes that new trainers commonly took.

"Umbreon, Absol, Dusknoir, come out!" he said as he threw the pokeballs into the air. The three pokemon popped out of them, appearing after a bright flash of white light. Absol and Umbreon stretched, as if they'd just woken up. Epsilon wouldn't completely doubt they literally had just woken up. It was early in the morning after all. Dusknoir, however, well... "Where is Dusknoir?" he thought, looking around. Sudden movement in the shade of the trees caught his attention. Pinpointing where the noise was coming from, Epsilon walked towards it. The sight was, rather amusing. His Dusknoir, who had been in countless intense battles, against countless, ruthless trainers, was...hiding behind a tree. Sighing, Epsilon shook his head.

"What is so scary, Ducknoir?" he asked. The giant ghost pokemon pointed a thick shaky finger straight ahead.

"D-Dusknoir..." he said. Turning around, curious, the dark haired man wasn't too sure what he was looking at. Squinting his eyes due to the sunlight, it then hit him. "The light! Of course!" Laughing a bit, he flashed an apologetic smile towards his pokemon.

"Sorry Duscknoir, I forgot you did not like bright sunlight. Return." Holding out his pokeball, Dusknoir disappeared from sight. Shrinking the storage device and attaching it to his belt again, Epsilon turned back towards Umbreon and Absol. However, it seemed that only Umbreon remained. Walking out fully onto the dirt path, both him and the lunar pokemon stared in the direction of Cherrygrove Town.

"He went ahead, did he not?" he asked, in a slightly wistful tone. Umbreon merely nodded her head. Sighing, a slightly sad look came to his eyes.

"We might as well hurry. There is bound to be something ahead." And with that, him and Umbreon sprinted towards the town.

When they arrived, Epsilon was horrified at the sight before him. Civilians were all gathered in a circle, chanting words that he would have liked to have had refrained. However, more than the words, it was the actions that worried him the most. They were throwing things, although what specifically wasn't clear. Although he couldn't see the target, he could easily assume who it was.

"It's the disaster pokemon!"

"Get it out of here!"

"Our town will be destroyed!"

Eyes narrowing, the dark clad man's fists and teeth started to clench. Thrusting his way through the crowd, he was soon face-to-face with Absol, Umbreon right behind him. Sticks, stones, and some houseware were scattered along the ground, some still in hand of the people.Standing in front of his pokemon, he put himself between the townspeople and his pokemon, Umbreon on the other side.

"This Absol belongs to me. And even if he did nt, it would make no difference. The rumor about Absol being a "disaster pokemon" is completely false, there is no truth in the legend at all," he said. His voice was calm and level, yet his anger was still evident. The crowd seemed to waver a bit, some of the items in their hands lowered. However, there were still some who help onto them, ready to strike. No one moved an inch though.

"It all depends on what happens next. Or who makes the first move. Then, we will see what happens." he thought grimly.

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

It wasn't that he felt sorry; he just thought that not visiting his parents in a long time wouldn't get him on their good side. Plus, when his mother was angry at him, she told him so. A lot. That, and his food was never that great when she cooked him a meal. Which wasn't a bad thing; he could always cook his own meal. [Although his mother would suspect why he wasn't hungry later.] So the young teen pressed to the nearby of Cherrygrove where he had originally lived ten years of his life and then some. He was greeted with open arms; and, of course, scorn from his mother as to why he hadn't visited in a while. This was in the early morning, of course; after lunch, his parents let him leave; his father telling him that he was welcomed back anytime. [Which translated to: don't make your mother have a heart attack.]

But before he could fully leave home, he had to go to the Poke'Mart and buy some items for his travels. Draco was pretty tired out from the ride here, so therefore it looked as if he would be walking for a little while. Going into the Poke'Mart seemed normal; no one cared with Ninetails following him inside the store, and he thanked the women when he paid for all of his items and received them. However, upon leaving the store, he was baffled by the sight of what looked like some sort of angry mob; and a buy in the middle. Confused, he gestured for Ninetails to follow him and quickly scaddled over to an opening in the group. He heard some words of what was going on as he managed to see who was in the middle of the circle; looked the like Champion of Johto, and maybe his Absol. Leaning over to a man next to him - which he regretted because he was holding a very deadly-looking frying pan - and asked;

"Excuse me, do you know what's going on?"

"Don't you know?" the man asked, baffled as he looked to the young teen. "Absol is the Disaster Pokemon; they bring terrible things with them! Which is why we want gone!" The man smirked as he focused back to the duo in the middle.

"Nine Nine Nine," 'Well that's not right,' Ninetails said to her trainer, looking up to him with sad eyes. "Nine Ninetails Ninetails Nine Nine Tails! Nine Ninetails!" 'Looking down on something just because of it's ability! How unjust!'

"I know it's not," Max agreed under his breath, so no one would pay any attention to him talking to his Pokemon. "Which is why I wanna say something about it."

"A Pokemon like yours shouldn't be let roaming around!" a women nearby said aloud in an obviously angered voice. "Who knows what harm it could bring to our city! It's known to bring terror and devastation into human civilizations!"

"Says you!" Max managed to say aloud with a snort; although he could hear his voice faulter and his heart beat a little faster; he was starting to have second thoughts about this. He could already feel a few eyes staring at him because he was defending this "monster."

"And what do you know?" a man standing beside the women that Max guessed was her husband said in her defense, stepping up to give a fowl look at the boy. Max was about to back down, but merely put on a brave face and stood his ground.

"B-because," Max managed out before gesturing to his Ninetails. "Ninetails are said to grant curses on people who pull their tails, yet I don't see you grabbing your children to make sure they stay away from her so they don't touch her."

"Y-yeah, well," the man started, however stepped off instantly as Max went on, this time more confidently.

"And they can cast curses on those they hold grudges on, too. I don't see you doomed yet, seeing as how you and your city are discriminating a Pokemon. I didn't see this Absol or it's trainer do anything wrong but come to look around." Max was holding himself with more confidence than he had before now; he just hoped that he was right about the guy not wanting to cause any trouble.

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The citizens, while he understood they were probably good people, were truly testing his patience. Epsilon could hear low growls coming from both Absol and Umbreon. Yet still, no one moved. The fact that people could be so easily swayed by mere legends, legends that were not even true, was remarkable. His Absol, he knew, would never do such a thing as bring disasters. He did not know any pokemon, aside from certain legendary ones, that could possibly cause disasters by mere presence. However, it seemed that people were simply too afraid of the pokemon to see such logic. While movement had ceased, silence did not follow suit. No, people were still yelling, angry at him. One comment, particularly loud and offending, stood out to the man.

"A Pokemon like yours shouldn't be let roaming around! Who knows what harm it could bring to our city! It's known to bring terror and devastation into human civilizations!"

At this, Epsilon's eyes narrowed, and he felt just intense rage. The fact that this man had the audacity to assume his Absol, or even Absol in general, caused terror and devastation, was sickening. It was truly ironic how Absol's ability to sense danger, meant to help humans, has given them a bad reputation in human eyes. Such horrible irony... However, before the man could possibly act on his emotions, someone else spoke up.

"Says you!" Eyes widening a bit, Epsilon watched as a young boy argued with a few of the people in the crowd. And seemingly, in Absol's and his defense. He seemed a bit nervous, although the dark haired man couldn't blame him. It was very brave of him to stand up to a mob such as this. He had to give him credit for that. Sighing, and feeling his anger dissipate, Epsilon brought out Absol and Ubreon's pokeballs.

"Return," he said as the two pokemon disappeared into the devices. Attaching those to his belt along with Dusknoir, he turned towards the boy who had spoken up. The crowd parting a bit as he walked forward, he stopped but a foot in front of him.

"Indeed. I was merely passing through. I did not mean to cause such an uproar," he said. Turning his head to the crowd, he continued. "However, by no means do I wish to tolerate such disrespect to my pokemon. If you were not so quick to assume things, you'd understand and see that my Absol, nor any wild Absol, has ever meant harm. Do more research on the species and maybe you'll learn something." Epsilon had a feeling if he simply told people of Absol's innocence and ability, that they wouldn't believe him. Having them find out for themselves was a better option. People from the crowd started to back away, a few already at the door of their houses. "Good, they're calming down it seems," he thought. When the people were mostly dispersed, Epsilon turned back to the young boy. giving him a small smile, he said,

"Thank you for you support. May I know what your name is?"

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

Max was a bit surprised, to say the least; after the other trainer started talking and then finished, a lot of the towns people had already left to do other things. Max could have thought that an angry mob would have lasted longer, however this was Cherrygrove; the people here were mostly calmer even though the cities old legends got around quickly. Well, at least something bad didn't happen. Max seemed to always get caught in the middle of those kinds of things; weather it be with team rocket and other trainers, he somehow always got in the middle of it. [Usually without even meaning to!] Looking towards his Ninetails he gave a nervous and slightly happy chuckle in obvious relief, the fox-like pokemon merely smiling back as she wagged her tails.

"Thank you for you support. May I know what your name is?"

Max didn't even notice the other trainer walk up on him; he gave a slight jump as he looked at him. [Wow, he seemed a bit taller up close.] Max blinked for a moment before realizing what the boy had said, and then smiled.

"Oh, it's no problem," Max said with a shrug. "No Pokemon should be shunned for what they can do, right?" Then Max held out his hand for the other trainer to take. "My name's Maxwell Smith. But you can call me Max. And this is Ninetails." He gestured with his head towards his Pokemon, of whom gave a growl in greeting towards the man.

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