This is War(privet rp)

[Dragon Gal]

The third Rogue frowned as the boy's breathing got panicked. "Oi, you think we're giving him a panic attack or something?"
"Who cares? He'll be out of our territory!"
"Y'know... maybe we should see if we can use him before we chase him off? Maybe he's got easy food- we wouldn't have to hunt tomorrow!"
The other Rogues seemed to consider this, and the Misdreavous, having finished it's attack, floated around Roy, enjoying his fear. Tasted good.

[Whistle.Concert]

Roy could hear them, but he didn't really understand what they meant. Use him? They weren't going to eat him were they? He started trying to calm himself..Okay..Rational thought..Rational thought...The fear was going(mostly because it was being eaten away).
There wasn't a high chance of them eating him...Not when he was as skinny as he was. But could they see that through his thick Magma hoodie?
Throwing all common sense out the window, he quickly discarded of the jacket, hurling it to the ground.

[Dragon Gal]

"We could at least bring him here. Maybe he's got-"
The men turned around at the child's sudden aggressive action. After a second's pause, someone called out, "it gets cold around here, kid. What, you want to make it colder?"
To emphasise his point, the Misdreavous nuzzled up, chilling the young boy's skin as it floated past.

[Whistle.Concert]

He started shivering, probably because the storm was making it really cold, and he bent down to collect his jacket, nearly falling over as his legs felt like jelly. He grabbed his jacket, quickly shoving it on again, and trying to make sure Snow's pokeball didn't fall out. Or that they didn't notice the flash of bright red and white that could contrast with the crimson jacket/hoodie he had. He was going to leave...Maybe he could find somewhere else to ride out the storm.
Oh, why did he have to move from his little desert base...
Right. Aqua would be 'after him'.

[Dragon Gal]

The Misdrevous let out a happy sounding squeal, and it's Trainer immediately instructed 'get it.' The ghost type immediately went about distracting the shivering boy, while one of the other Rogues, their best pickpocket, snuck up on him and tried to lift the Pokeball off of the kid.

[Whistle.Concert]

The distraction worked pretty well, considering Roy was not the brightest of kids, and he was still partially under the effects of mean look, which meant her eyes were pretty much locked on the ghost type. He was aware of something in his pockets moving around, but he assumed it was just a useless bit of debris he had picked up shifting around. He had a lot of strange things. Bottlecaps, old money, a pokemon fossil that he'd found in the desert, a drenched teddy bear(that wasn't his, he'd found it)...And a large array of other colourful items.

[Dragon Gal]

The pickpocket flinched a little as his fingers brushed against the wet teddy. He quickly outlined it's shape, realising it was a toy, and moved on. What was this? A rock? Felt interesting- why would the kid have picked this up? He transferred it to his own pockets, along with the boy's Pokeball, and decided to risk delving for more useful items, since the ghost type was doing such a good job. Damn, that meant it'd get a treat later. Someone would have to go through the torture of illusionary nightmares. Ugh.

[Whistle.Concert]

Okay that wasn't just stuff moving around in his pockets. The young boy tried to move away from whatever was messing round with his top, trying to think of the word that Candace used sometimes. Candace told him it was different because he was a boy and it wouldn't work because of that, but it was worth a try.
She'd just said 'use this word and most thieves and stuff will stop for a few moments'
But he could not remember the word...It started with a P...
What was it?

[Dragon Gal]

He really didn't care. The Rogue held the boy in place, delving into both pockets, enjoying this search much more than he should have. Still, the other guys knew about it. Hey, you had to find your release somewhere, right?

[Saphira344]

Snow pokeball,by now had started to shake morso as the stranger touched it. The vulpix could sense something was wrong and wanted to help her trainer.

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Wolfgang slowed before crouching infront of fido"hey are you friends with a treeco?"he asked not noticing justion"my friends brother's told us to help a mightina and treeco."