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Team Tolin strolled casually through the central plaza. They had been wandering around the Boundary Lands on their own after being dropped off by Donna, with a promise that she would be back later in the afternoon to pick them up. It had been a fun little trip for them, going from place to place. They spotted the fountain in the distance. "Hey, hey, Alexander. Let's head for the Fountain." Unfortunately for Victor, the Totodile had already charged off. He leapt up into the air and with a few flaps he was unsteadily gliding just above the ground. "I told you, it's Victor now." He had heard it in a passing conversation and had become rather taken with the name.

Marcus suddenly flattened himself against the fountain, his entire body snuggled into the crack to try and keep himself out of sight. Victor followed the gaze to the Scyther and Treecko that sat on a bench. Really now, again...? He had done this every time they had run into a Scyther. He was always so obvious about it, as well; he didn't seem to realize just how far his jaw stuck out from the rest of his face. "Really, now. I..." Marcus hushed him with a finger as he continued to stare at the Scyther.

Marcus was stunned when the Scyther called him out. He, evidently, had thought himself a master of stealth and subterfuge. He hadn't expected the man to have seen him. He stepped away from the fountain and walked over to the bench, his gaze turned downwards. Normally the Scyther that called him out were a bit aggressive, but this one seemed downright mean. It was hard for a child barely of his 8th year to meet the Scyther's gaze. He was very obviously a small child, although he was old enough that he should be able to speak and navigate on his own. Old enough for a rescue team, in some species. His mouth opened as he looked up at the Scyther, but the words seem to catch in his throat. Closing his jaw, and unsure of what to do, he looked back down at the ground.

Oh good grief. It was always something like this. Every time. Thankfully, at the least, Scyther were fairly rare pokemon or he would have to deal with this every half hour. Victor hopped up to his companion, stopping slightly in front. "Excuse me, but might I ask your names?" He cocked his head slightly to the side. It was a topic of curiousity for the both of them; Marcus who was always on the lookout for a certain Scyther and the nameless Pidgey who always searched for the name that felt "right".

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Marcus let out a sigh as the breath and tension escaped his body. So it wasn't him. He hopped up on the bench beside the both of them and sat down, wondering where to start. He was fortunate when Victor took over for him. "In his case, he was rescued by a Scyther once. Whenever he sees one, he starts wondering if it was that Scyther and he gets a little shy. I'm looking for a name for myself. That being said, please call me Victor for now. He's Marcus." He signaled to the Totodile with a slight tilt of his head.

Marcus nodded. He turned to the Treecko and Scyther beside him (the bench was easily large enough to let him do so). "He's an old Scyther named Tolin. He rescued me from the Starter's Villa a long time ago, but I never got to meet him." He scratched his head with one hand. He clearly still felt a little awkward, although the much more friendly tone that Zephyr had embraced. "All I know is he's a Scyther in the guilds." He didn't know much else. Rescue Team members often didn't have much contact with their clients after the fact.

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Marcus nodded. His own attitude had considerably brightened in the face of Zephyr's anxiety. Seeing the Scyther anxious made him think that he wasn't such a bad guy after all. "It's good to meet you too!" It was a simplistic, honest and overly vigorous statement that only a child could conceive or deliver. Alexander nodded his assent alongside Marcus. "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you. Though, Zephyr, I have a request if I might. Would you mind if I borrowed your name?"

Marcus's head shook up and down violently in a nod as if he were a door stopper given a flick. "Yep! I'm sure he's out there somewhere right now helping people. I probably haven't run into him because he's busy all the time!" He said it enthusiastically, as if he hadn't a shred of doubt. Of course, he didn't know just how close he was to the truth; a truth that was, honestly, much different from the world of children that he lived in so happily. The truth in which he had been wrenched from the hands of a mother who thought he was her child. Wrenched by a Scyther who had left a path of injury and destruction in his wake, if only out of necessity. How many people in the Villa had died that day, or because of it? Southern Cross had injured at least a good twenty. Some quite severely. None died immediately, but...

Of course, for the childish Marcus, none of this ran past his mind. His hero was the one who came in and saved him from the bad guys. The one who came in gallant and shining to save the innocent and injured. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. Certainly nothing of the Scyther who had become wrapped in the matters of killing God for a crap shoot at seeing the next year. None of this ever touched upon the thoughts of a child too innocent to understand fighting.

((For the record, I was talking about one of these. If you've never had them before, then if you pull them to the sides and let them go they vibrate back and forth at incredibly high speeds and make this weird/awesome sound. They move fast enough if pulled back adequately to leave behind a noticeable afterimage, or what have you.))

Victor nodded. "Yes, if you wouldn't mind..." He shuffled uncomfortably at the Scyther's agitation. "If it's too much trouble, it's fine.." He ruffled his wings slightly. He decided it would be a good time to, if any time at all, explain why it was he was looking for a name. "You see, my parents never gave me a name. They never thought it was important... so I came to the guilds hoping I could find one that fit me."

Marcus nodded beside him. "Yep! He only started calling himself Victor a couple hours ago!" The Totodile nodded ecstatically again. It seemed to be something he did often. "He heard it in a passing conversation and he decided he liked it."

Victor nodded, not seeing a problem with that in any way. "Yes, if it's a common name I usually adopt it as my own. Though, with cases like yours, especially after we started talking to you..." it would seem rude. Rare names were practically a property to their owner and it would be rude to name yourself after them without regard, especially if you knew them.