It didn’t take long for Russ’ train of thought to get derailed, some kid almost came tumbling over his team’s table. Both the Heracross, and Murkrow startled for only a moment, before continuing on with their meal greedily. Cyrus turned his gaze toward the younger lad, and realized that this guy mean no real harm. His whole face didn’t give much of a reaction, but his eyes thinned.. if only for a moment. “Eh, it’s not big deal kid. Even if these one’s got a little bit spooked,” He waved off the apology before pointing over to his two Pokemon, “Not much room in the whole town today” He wasn’t particularly worried about being recognized, or caught by a complete stranger because lately his shady activities have hit a bit of a lull. Soon though, Cyrus wanted to change that. Ambition was starting to burn within him for something grander than just the pebbles from a theft here, and there.

The crowds were starting to gather together just outside the tent, and it was getting more dense with people than ever. Whispers, and conversations started to overlap... but then a loud noise silenced them all. Explosions, but not violent ones. Colorful trails started to illuminate the sky in the form of fireworks, and collectively an ocean of ‘oooohs’ and ‘ahhhhs’ started to break through the folks outside watching. “So, kid,” Cyrus said drawing his attention away from the light show outside, “Considering it’s gonna be a hassle to walk through that mess right now, got time for a drink? I mean, if you’re old enough for one anyway. Think of it as a token of gratitude, Hammer would’ve lost it if his veggies ended up all over the place.” The Heracross grumbled at the suggestion, and hugged his salad bowl to him protectively.. which made the aging trainer laugh hardly. “See that! The true face of Gluttony himself!” He shouted with a point, and a sly grin as he pulled up another chair for his table.

As the crowds intensified in the streets, any space for critters roaming about the urban landscape was gone now. “It juuuuuuuust gets worse every year,” Cyrus grimmaced with an expression of exhaustion, “This is going to be my third Festival, and I’m still getting used to it. I mean don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with big cities...” Almost as if on cue... a sound erupted from a couple tents over, but this one was different than all the other noise. Someone was clearly screaming out curses inbetween the fireworks, and it was not going to be ignored. Infact more voices started up, and joined together.

“YOU DAMNED DEVIL!”
“What the- YOU ARE MAKING THINGS WORSE!?”
“OW! It... This THING just BIT ME!”
“ALMOST GOT EM!”

“Uh...” Russ stuttered, “I’m gonna go take a look at that..” Hammer had eaten most of his greens by now, and was withdrawn back into his ball. It’d be easier to move through the crowd that way, and investigate what was bothering people. Cyrus decided to keep his bird handy, just in case, but any kind of fighting with this many people around would only end badly. Even someone as aggressive as him could understand a basic fact like that. “You wanna come? I’m sure most of these vendors don’t want to leave their wares, and it’s probably something wild giving them hell,” Ramos huffed, “Leave it up to the masses, and everyone of em’ would just cut, n’ run.” It was a little bit cynical to think that way, but the truth... at least through Cyrus’ eyes. He had other motives of checking things out though, the night was young, and everything was an opportunity to scout the tempers of the local stall owners. You could see who was careful, or careless. With a smile, the pepper haired man waved his young acquaintance to follow if he chose to. “C’mon man, it shouldn’t take too long,” He added, and then made eye contact with Victor. The Murkrow looked at it’s owner curiously for only a moment, before hopping out of the tent gracefully.. and only taking flight once he had the room outside.

From above the crowds, Victor could see what all the commotion was about, and it wasn’t a huge deal. Well, besides the cotton candy man swinging a baseball bat around. It took a couple minutes of working through all the people, but eventually Cyrus found the source of the noise. His Murkrow landed carefully on the older man’s shoulder, and leaned over menancingly. “What the hell is going on here? What’s with the bat man, c’mon?” He asked with a frown, before spotting a chunky little Pokemon running around. It had a combonation of pink, and blue sugary candy smeared all across it’s face.. not to mention a couple tears in it’s eyes. Cyrus recognized the tiny beast as a Munchlax, but it wasn’t wild, there was clearly a red collar around his neck. “You’re over here trying to beat on somebody’s Pokemon?” He questoned before turning to the other people who were standing back. There was a small child, and her mom who were just trying to buy some cotton candy.. and they looked pretty damn scared. Meanwhile, the Munchlax was struggling to hide it’s tubby body underneath the man’s cart.

“This one here,” The merchant spat out, “He comes out of nowhere, and starts eating out of my cart... and then bites a little girl! It’s bad for business!”

“He... it stole from me, and got me.. right in the hand!!” Screeched the daughter through her tears, and was comforted by her parents.

A part of him wanted to snatch this little one up, but he knew better. It wasn’t worth it, but this chunky guy was only following his nature. That’s why he ended up by all the food, just like Cyrus he must’ve been called by the smells. “Well, I’ll tell you right now. You’re not gonna get him out of here like that. He wants to eat,” Cyrus said with confidence, “What do you think?” If the kid was still around, he wanted to know what he thought about it all. I mean, Cyrus wasn’t about to hold anybody hostage, but who knows. This kid might have a different idea of how to deal with this.