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located in Kanto Region, a part of Pokémon: Atonement, one of the many universes on RPG.

Kanto Region

The Kanto region: filled with various pokémon and nefarious deeds.

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Character Portrait: Eryk Nero Character Portrait: Kasimir Rheinallt Character Portrait: Cyrilla Niav Character Portrait: Anastasia Asher Character Portrait: Rocket Files Character Portrait: Aidan Klein Character Portrait: Nevena Solomon
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November 17th
Cinnabar Arcade - Evening - Rain
Aidan Klein


Sometimes, life was good.

At just the moment, sitting around a large table laden with pizza, breadsticks and booze, with... pretty much the only friends he'd ever had, Aidan had to say it was pretty good. Even the fact that it was his birthday wasn't getting in the way.

Nia—Cyrilla seemed to be in high spirits, despite the wrist injury that had to have been the doing of some relative or another; in fact he didn't think he'd ever seen her look this happy. Apparently she was in search of a last name to replace her own, since she'd disowned her family. He had a thought about that, but now didn't really seem like the time, and he was content to wait.

"All right, I'm pretty sure I heard something about drunk go-karting when we were planning this, so let's get to work on the 'drunk' part!" Rheinallt grabbed another half-dozen ciders from under the table and stuck them on the surface, clearly in expectation of the others imbibing.

Aidan sure didn't mind, taking one for himself and passing another to Doc next to him.

She took it, but didn't immediately open it, still laughing at Rheinallt's statement. “While that sounds like fun, you can count me out. I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to get drunk in the first place," Doc stated, chuckling lightly. Cyrilla took the one of the cans, though, snickering softly before arching a brow in Doc's direction.

“That's only because you get giddy and really happy," she replied, causing Doc to snort unceremoniously. She didn't seem to deny it, though, and simply took a drink of water from her cup. The tips of her ears were turning slightly pink, though.

“Drunk or not, I'd still kick all of your asses," Nero muttered as he cracked a can open. He took a drink from it, but it looked more like he was chugging it. “But it's him," he pointed towards Aidan, “who thinks he has a chance of winning."

Aidan narrowed his eyes at this, lifting the index finger currently wrapped around his can and using it to point at his friend. "Watch it. If you drive as bad as you trash talk you're screwed. Hell, you're screwed if your driving's great, because mine's better. This isn't darts, ninja kid."

Rheinallt burst out laughing, no doubt recalling exactly that incident, and nudged Drake in the ribs. "You gonna try redeeming yourself for that one, O mighty leader?"

Drake snorted into his drink, spitting some of it out in the process before pursing his lips in Rheinallt's direction. “I will not, thank you. The only thing I'm good at is being a gym leader, I'll have you know. My driving is good, but that's it. The island is too small to actually have proper roads and cars, after all," Drake stated as he chuckled softly.

“So that means you're still going to try, right? I'd join, but... well, I probably won't be able to steer very well, so Kas, you're going to have to redeem my name for me!" Cyrilla said, poking Rheinallt's shoulder with her free hand. Nero, however, kept his gaze on Aidan, his eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of a smirk forming on his face.

“You haven't seen my driving. How do you know it's not better than yours?" Nero stated, reaching over to grab another drink. Doc snickered and shook her head.

“You guys should probably be drinking something heavier if you're trying to get drunk, quick for drunk-karting," she stated, finally opening the cider in her hand. “And what about you, Ana. Are you going to join in on their festivities?" Doc asked, glancing in Ana's direction.

Ana, who'd been quite content to grin and shake her head at the others for the most part thus far, blinked when she was queried. "Um... I guess I could. I'm not really used to driving anything carlike though. I guess we'll see how it goes." She was already faintly red in the face; the two ciders she'd had so far no doubt hit her very differently from what they did to someone like Nero or Aidan himself. She was freaking tiny.

With a sigh, Rheinallt reached under his seat and produced a handle of vodka. The cheap kind. "Okay so this tastes like garbage, but if we split it three ways even the likes of us will get properly soused," he explained.

Shrugging, Aidan pulled one of the red plastic cups from the upside-down stack of them near an empty pizza box and held it towards the other man. "Hit me."

Nero snorted softly before grabbing a couple of red cups and holding them out towards Rheinallt. “Fill them both up," he stated, staring at Rheinallt. Doc chuckled lightly, before shaking her head.

“This will be a disaster," Cyrilla stated with a light grin, nudging her drink in Doc's direction. “If Ana is going to participate, you should, too. I mean, it wouldn't be fair if Ana's the only girl driving," she stated, causing Doc to blink in confusion. She must have figured something out, though, and made a slight 'oh' with her mouth.

“That is true; it would be unfair if Ana was the only one racing against the boys," Doc stated as she smiled in Ana's direction. “I can join too, but I'm not going to be drinking more than this. I'm bad enough at driving," she murmured into her drink. Drake, however, laughed, and pat Doc lightly on the shoulder.

“Me too, Nev. Me too."

'Disaster' might yet prove to be the right word. They all took another twenty minutes or so to get well and truly gone, and then made their way to the go-karts, each a different color and parked neatly in a corral area not far from the starting line. The staff had mostly left the group of them alone, as Aidan had requested—he was effectively paying them not to work, so he doubted any of them had an issue with it.

He chose a bright red vehicle for himself, only struggling a little bit to fit his legs into the space provided.

"I'm... not sure this is gonna work," Rheinallt said, slurring a little. Aidan chanced a glance at him and broke into a fit of what amounted to loud, somewhat gravelly chuckling. Rheinallt's legs were bent at a ridiculous angle, his knees easily higher than the sides of the kart. He was flexible enough for it, but it looked ridiculous.

Nero snorted at Rheinallt, containing what seemed to be his own fit of laughter. There was a very subtle smirk on his face, though, as he arched a brow in Rheinallt's direction. Doc seemed to find it as hilarious as it looked, snorting a few times as she held a hand up to her face. She didn't seem to have much trouble getting into her kart, a pale blue colored one, as Nero took an orange colored kart.

“Oh my arceus, Kas. You look ridiculous, like an octillery who can't quite fit in its bottle," Cyrilla stated once she seemed to get her laughter contained. “If it's easier for you, you can come spectate with me and leave the other dorks to their racing," she offered, snickering softly at Rheinallt.

“Hey, now, I know I'm a dork, but there's no need to call us out on it," Drake stated as he buckled his seat belt. He'd chosen a purple one that looked more blue than anything.

"You know, normally I'd say I should do this anyway," Rheinallt said, wagging his legs as though trying to take flight in the kart. "But while I might be drunk enough that this feels fine now, I think I'd regret it tomorrow." He tried to lever himself out, but fell back; he didn't seem to be stuck so much as drunk, though.

Ana, who was the only person not yet in her own kart, laughed softly, but made her way over to help him all the same. He stuck a hand out with a pout, and she gripped it with both of hers, pulling backwards until he was standing, likely more on his own power than due to her help. She was quite thin. Sometimes Aidan actually worried about that, but there could be loads of reasons for it, and none of them were his business to talk about.

With Rheinallt safely back up to the spectator's area, Ana climbed into the kart he'd been using, and all of them got themselves to the starting line. The lights along the side ticked down, and as soon as the green one flashed, Aidan eased his foot onto the gas, accelerating quickly but steadily, without any lurching.

There was a spurting sound behind Aidan, though. “Are you kidding me!?" Drake shouted. It seemed like his kart wasn't moving. Nero, however, had taken off after Aidan had, his kart swerving slightly.

“Go, boss-man! Kick Ryk's ass!" Cyrilla shouted, earning a loud fit of giggles from Doc who seemed to be going slightly slower than what was called for on the track. Nero, however, furrowed his brows, and seemed to nearly stomp on the gas pedal, causing his kart to swerve dangerously close to Aidan's.

Well if that was how it was going to be, there was a reason these things had bumpers on them. Aidan steered slightly into Nero's kart, so the collision pushed them apart again, and used it to propel himself closer to the inside of the track. He could sense someone behind him, following just slightly to the outside, but he wasn't quite sure who it was, and anyway the important thing was driving as fast and efficiently as he could, at least until he had to worry about lapping people.

He passed the finish line first on the first lap, blowing past Drake, who was still having trouble getting his kart to move. A quick glance revealed the problem. "Kid, that's the brake. Hit the other one!"

Up with the spectators, Rheinallt lost it at this, erupting into a gale of laughter and leaning against Cyrilla's shoulder for support, though mostly in an amusing rather than serious manner. They flashed by, though, and he refocused his attention on the track.

Drake still seemed to be having trouble getting out of the starting line area. Either he still wasn't pushing the gas pedal, or he was pressing on both the gas and the brake. The latter seemed more likely as the kart seemed to rev and sputter, however; Nero came from behind Aidan, and scraped his kart against Aidan's. He swerved slightly, though, and pulled around to Aidan's left.

Nero was between glaring at Aidan, and keeping his eyes on the road. Doc was still a lap behind, driving fast enough that she wasn't impeding their race, but slow enough that she seemed to be watching the spectacle that Nero was making. She found it amusing if the way she was smiling was anything to go by.

Aidan was honestly having difficulty not laughing himself, even when he was jerked slightly to the side by the hit. He corrected quickly, slowed drunk reflexes compensated for by ample muscle memory, and then he was back at it.

He was still in the lead, but Nero was gaining on the outside, and Ana still serenely cruising on his tail. At this point it was essentially a three-way contest, because the other two were way too far behind to catch up.

Drake still seemed stuck at the starting point. He seemed to be confused as to why he couldn't get his kart to move, but it was obvious that he hadn't figured out to release the brake. “Drake, remove your left foot. You're using both feet; you only need to use one for the gas!" Cyrilla shouted between laughs. She seemed to be finding the situation as amusing as Doc and the others were, however; Drake seemed to realize his mistake and did as he was told.

The resulting action was his kart's sudden jerk forward, clipping Nero's just as he rounded the corner which caused Nero to lose control of his kart. Nero swerved, trying to regain control, it seemed, but it didn't end well. He rammed Aidan's kart rather harshly, a loud 'oof' coming from either Doc or one of the other spectators.

There wasn't any quick recovery from that, and the two of them careened into the wall. Ana swerved neatly around them immediately, though, picking up speed and making the remaining half a lap unopposed. By the time Aidan and Nero were able to get back on track, she'd already passed the finish line, the clear winner.

Aidan had to console himself with the fact that he managed second to Nero's third. Doc made fourth, of course, leaving Drake with the dead last he deserved.

Still, he had to admit he was still chuckling as he leveraged his way out of the kart in the parking bay, heading back up to the main level while shaking his head. "I think we're gonna need more supplies to celebrate the trouncing we just got," he said, ruffling Ana's pale pink hair where she sat. She smiled up at him. "I need about one extra hand, so to make sure we're not wasting any, how would you feel about helping, Cyrilla?"

Cyrilla snorted softly, still trying to contain her laughter, it seemed as she nodded her head in Aidan's direction. “Sure, I wouldn't mind helping," she finally stated as she glanced in Nero's direction. He was half glaring at Drake, but there was a subtle smile on his face which seemed to suggest he wasn't actually upset.

“I can't believe I ran into Eryk. Sorry about that," Drake stated as he huffed lightly. Nero rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, instead, turning his attention towards Ana.

“Congratulations on your win, Ana," he stated, perhaps to ignore Drake for the moment. Doc seemed to be chuckling lightly, though, and laid a hand on Ana's shoulder.

“Congrats! It goes to show that out of those two," she pointed towards Aidan and Nero, “you're the ace in the... something. I forgot how that saying goes." Doc shook her head at herself, it seemed, as she continued to chuckle.

The sound of her response was lost; Cyrilla and Aidan had gotten far enough away that Ana's quiet tones were mostly inaudible. "Buncha weirdoes," Aidan groused, not actually upset at all. There were more things stored in the fridge behind the arcade's bar; he grabbed a six-pack and handed it to her, digging through the rest in search of something that seemed good.

"Heard you gave the old 'fuck you' to the family," he said conversationally. "Bet that shocked them."

Cyrilla snorted unceremoniously as she nodded her head. “It did, actually. I don't think they were expecting that. I didn't really expect it either, it's just..." she trailed off, her smile dimming down into something a little more sober. Her eyes went to her wrist before she shook her head and smiled again.

“Well, I wish I had done it sooner. The thing is, even though I might have given them both the literal and metaphorical finger," she began again, shifting the six-pack in her hand, “I know it's not going to be easy. Just because I said it doesn't mean that I'm completely gone or free from them. As an adult, there's not much that can be done about the family if they decide they want to retaliate somehow. And I know they will."

She sighed softly, though before she continued, glancing towards Aidan through slightly narrowed eyes. “It's kind of the reason why I'm in the market for a new surname, really. If I no longer had a connection to them via name, then it would be easier to file something, legally, against them. I..." she paused, glancing back in the direction where the others were, “I'm still, techincally engaged to Ryk, but... I don't want his last name. You... you were privy to some of the things about our family because of Katia, right?" she asked, arching a brow at him.

"Enough to know why you want nothing to do with the fuckers," he said, shaking his head. Grabbing a bottle of liquor and the large tray with the cake on it Doc had picked out, he nudged the fridge door shut with his hip.

"You could have mine, you know. If you wanted it. Gramps would've loved you, so I think he'd be glad I offered." He headed for the door, not really pausing to assess her reaction to the offer. Weirdly, he was a bit... nervous about making it. He didn't want her to feel any pressure, which was why he'd made sure to do it away from everyone else, but he also didn't want her to take it the wrong way.

It could have implications he didn't mean, after all. But he did think it'd keep her a little safer than most names would, considering how close he was to the boss, and how close messing with her would now be to messing with him. And messing with him was a lot like messing with Gregorovich, which was pretty much the one thing even the Koga would hesitate to do. But hell, if she wanted Rheinallt's or Ana's instead, he'd never object. He just figured she'd be worried about making them targets if she did.

“You'd... you'd do that for me?" she called out softly behind him. She hadn't moved from her spot, it seemed, and the way her voice was a bit shaky, indicated that she was taken aback by the offer. “You'd let me have your name?" she continued, a little hesitant. She finally took a step forward and moved so that she was beside him, staring up at him as if to assess what he'd said was genuine.

“I... thanks, Aidan. That... that means..." she paused, a soft hiccup escaping her before she wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand. “So... does that mean I can be little sister Klein?" she asked, arching a brow up at him.

He'd turned back when she spoke; checking to make sure the tone was really what he thought it might be and not offense. The last bit, though, made him snort softly. It was actually more or less the correct interpretation, since he definitely wasn't proposing. "Hmm," he said, pretending to consider it. "Maybe we start you off at little cousin and see what happens." He cracked a smile, though, so she knew he was kidding. It felt kind of weird on his face, but that was okay.

She smiled at him in return, and huffed slightly. “Yeah, well either way, I'm your relative now, so all the details can be hashed out later. Let's go celebrate Big Brother Aidan's birthday," she stated happily enough as she walked in front of him. “You have a lot of gifts to open, after all," she added, nodding her head in the direction of the small table where everyone had dropped off their gifts.

He rolls his eyes at the title, but nods anyway. "Guess I do."