[h1][center][color=cyan]Ace Walker[/color][/center][/h1]
[center][h2][color=cyan]Estoria City, Sanctuary[/color][/h2][/center]

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[color=cyan]Zorua[/color]
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Work was never fun for Ace, but it had it’s moments. He never asked to be a con man, but throughout the course of his life it had been one of the only things he was good at. He patted his shoulder with a whistle, triggering Zorua to hop at the precise spot Ace had commanded. Ace turned around, walking into a less populated area of the Sanctuary, pulling out the Leaf Stone encrusted Pokedex to get a closer examination.

[color=cyan]“You think it's real bud?”[/color] Ace shot a sly look at his Zorua whom was nuzzling Ace’s head in delight. [color=cyan]“You did good, just keep a sharp lookout for the rent-a-cop security this place is bound to have. Her highness surely has alerted the staff by now, we have to make a clean getaway.”[/color]

Zorua hopped back into Ace’s coat, only his eyes and blue fluff peeking out the top - scanning the left side of the room while Ace scanned the right. As the two inched toward the exit, Zorua noted a security guard walking toward Ace.

[color=00aeef]“Ruff! Ruff!” [/color]Zorua barked up at his owner, who kept a calm and collected poker-face as the guard drew closer.

[color=cyan]“Hey you, stop right there!”[/color] The guard demanded, walking toward the two as they made their way out of the sliding glass doors and down the marble steps, making the guards anxious walk into a sprint as he tried to apprehend the mysterious fellow in the trenchcoat.

Zorua looked up with trusting eyes at Ace, whom returned the look with a wordless nod and a sly grimace. Zorua got excited, the Pokemon loved to use it’s illusion to trick people. Zorua slid down and out from the backside of Ace's trench coat as his trainer continued to walk, barking at the security guard with intent to distract him. The guard curiously approached the oddly colored Pokemon, shooting a confused head scratch at it.

[i]“Subject on the move, abandoning a Pokemon along the way.”[/i] The officer spoke into the radio strapped to his shoulder, [i]“I am going to need backup on the corner of-”[/i]

Suddenly, as the man picked up the Zorua it transformed into a massive Red Gyarados. The security guard screamed loudly, dropping Zorua on the floor and alerting the bystanders along the streets causing a panic. He chased around the security officer, tormenting him with a snicker waiting for Ace's signal.

Boom. Crash. Shouting.

In the hysteria, Ace rolled a smoke bomb at the transformed Zorua’s feet and called him back into his Pokeball as the smoke dissipated; running sharply into an alleyway undetected, leaving the security guard and the panicking mob of people wondering what in the world had just happened.

[color=cyan]“Works every time!”[/color] Ace laughed, calling out Zorua as they walked down the alleyway and out toward the next street over, [color=cyan]“Did you see his face when he picked you up! Priceless!”[/color]

The pair walked a short distance, Zorua darting around and trotting in a prideful manor when suddenly he spotted something. A Casteliacone, which Ace could only assume was here on behalf of the event. The Vanillite on the billboard made Zorua wag his tail in delight.

[color=00aeef]“Ruff! Ruff!”[/color] Zorua hopped into Ace’s arms, giving him what just might be the best puppy-dog eyes in the galaxy. [color=cyan]"Ha! You greedy little pooch! Bah, we’ll share one - C'mon!"[/color] He ruffled Zorua’s blue fluff as Zorua licked his chin, tucking him comfortably back in his jacket as he walked toward the Casteliacone truck.