-- (this is for me, CafeFlareon, OrangePopplio, and
PenScales)---
As Magic scrambled out of her room, the old Tropius behind the
front desk calmly sipped from a steaming cup of tea, his heavy
fronds rustling faintly with the breeze from an open window. He
watched the young adventurers begin to stir and bustle about, and
once the hallway was clear, he turned his gaze toward the back
room.
“Finn,” he called, his voice low but firm.
The Tropius narrowed his eyes slightly, setting his cup down with a
gentle clink. “I notice you seemed particularly intrigued by the
adventurers.”
Winston's connection to bolt's flashback causes him to shake wildly
" Bolt, I have something to confess, My parents were actually
outlaws, but they were good ones, they would steal from enemy
clans, trying to protect some clans with weakness, the Honchrow in
my flash back was an evil clan mastermind, he killed my parents and
stole their bounties, when I was taken care of by the Manectrics, I
grew up and became an outlaw as well, I would help people in
danger, while helping an endangered town when I was 13, an evil
bandit and both gave me a scar" he turns around and shows the scar
on his right eye and then he showed bolt a missing pupil by the
scar, and shows a scar on his back, resembling a fedora "I wanted
to hide my identity by becoming a rogue, I'm sorry if you found
out" Winston becomes quiet and kind of refused to talk again, then
he thinks twice before he starts to get up from the floor and a
flashback appears
Flashback:
a blurry Honchrow yells at his crew, while 13 year old Winston
secretly spies on them while stealing berries "FIND THAT OUTLAW
WYDOLL, HE SHALL BE EXECUTED FOR EVER STEALING FROM ME!, HE SHALL
BE EXECUTED!"
(the flashback ends)
Winston hugs bolt with tears falling down his face
“I… also have something to say, Bitzer? Winston? Listen
please.”
Bolt paused.
“I… I joined the Ironclad because I wanted to get stronger, but now
I realise that I- I sort of joined more to protect myself from the
past…”
(Its "Bitzer" TvT, my fault for choosing a name like this ig)
"Why do yall pay for food bruh"(Xd) *Bitzer took an oran berry from his bag and eat it*
"I have too much berries in my bag tbh. Anyways, what were you
gonna tell us Bolt?"
“Well… it’s a long story, also, I was just getting more food for if
we run out.” Bolt paused “I… a purrloin kicked me out of my
hometown, the Same one that gave me my scar, actually. I wanted to
get stronger… I thought I was weak… so I trained until I evolved
and joined the Ironclad brigade.”
Bolt sighed.
“And that’s why I usually hate rogues. They remind me of my past.
The Wind saved me, so now I always listen. It guided me.”
"Howd you even lose to a purrloin bruh?
The fact that it's stats are even worse than an electrike makes
absolute no sense in losing!
We should get revenge on that purrloin!
After we got the map thingy of course ^^"
Bolt sighed again.
“My hometown is far away, and I don’t think I could ever step foot
in that place again anyway, the battle school I used to do is
probably already abandoned. And, that purrloin is way too strong…
it probably evolved by now aswell. It pounced before the previous
battle even started, and slashed my leg… which is why I have my
scar.”
"Bolt, listen...
You are wise if you can admit that someone is strong...
But calling someone way too strong?
It's only for the weak!" *Bitzer's eye is full of determination*
"Bring me to that purrloin later,
I'll show em who'se boss!"
“I… I thought I was the weak one previously… the memories still
sting in my mind… and I can’t. I don’t know where that stupid
purrloin is. And I don’t even want to know now.”
Bolt let out a weak hiss as he finished speaking.
*Flashback*
The purrloin rolled its eyes.
“Go. Or will I have to do it in the hard way?”
Bolt froze for a second but rushed away.
*end of flashback*
The old Tropius tilts his head slightly, watching Finn with a
steady, unreadable expression.
“Do I want you to?” he echoed, the question hanging in the air.
"Finn, you've been working here since you could hold a mop. You’ve
got a good heart. You work hard. But I see it in your eyes—you’re
not meant to stay behind a desk or mop floors forever.”
He finally looked up again, and his gaze was gentler this time. “If
you feel pulled to something bigger, maybe that means you’re ready.
And if you think you can’t do it alone… well, lucky for you, they
don’t look like the ‘leave someone behind’ sort.”
Peridot sighed wistfully, closing his eyes as he stood a few feet
behind Magic. Having overheard the Tropius speak, he felt compelled
to chip in.
"Sometimes, we don't want to leave others behind," he spoke softly.
"Really, it hurts more then anything else. But the life of a rogue
has never been easy."
He turned away, some bittersweet memories of his past rising to the
surface.