The Collector

"But he's a mafia member!" the Zangoose shouted. The mix started to look more worried as the conversation got farther.

"Well, for mafia, he's not all that tough," Xander replied.

"Well who cares," the Zangoose responded. "A mafia member he is. I mean look at that gold chain that he has!" When the mix heard this he quickly tried to hide his gold chain from the view of everybody.

"Oh, what? Just because someone has a gold chain that makes them mafia? You ever consider the fact that the gold chain might not even be his and he's simply wearing it just because he thinks it looks cool?" Xander asked.

"You don't live here do you. Only the mafia here wear gold chains. Everyone else is too poor. It's just as universal here as the blue gang wearing blue," the Zangoose retorted.

"Too poor? He could have simply found it laying on the street somewhere and put it on for all you know," Xander argued.

"Whatever," the Zangoose said, "It's clear you're an outsider and know nothing about this place. Now give up the mafioso, and we'll leave you alone."

"@$#% YOU!" shouted the mix taking off his chain and chucking at the Zangoose. The chain hit the Zangoose in the arm who preceded to growl at the mix. The mix was panting hard his anger growing. "HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YOU THAT NOT ALL OF US WANT WHAT OUR @$#%#$^ DESTINY IS!!!!!"

"Destiny is not a life you don't want to live," Xander replied simply. "He's not wearing the gold chain, he's not mafia," he said to the Zangoose.

"Hmmm," the Zangoose said pondering. "Well that is true, but he once was mafia, which gives us enough reason to kill him."

"DON'T KILL ME FOR WHAT MY BROTHERS DID!" the mix shouted fuming with rage. "This isn't black and white! There are pokemon that are on each side because we have to be! It's not my fault I was born by the head mobsters. IT'S JUST @$#%#$ LUCK!"

"Over my dead body," Xander replied to the Zangoose.

"Very well then," the Zangoose replied before turning around. "Let's go guys," he called out to his team. "This guy isn't work it." He walked off, with two of the them following him out. (and you control the other XD)

The other Zangoose huffed and followed the others.

"Huh...I was actually hoping for a real fight," Xander admitted once the gang were out of earshot. Ivana smacked Xander upside the head after he said this, but kissed his cheek out of love and as a reward for handling the situation so well.

Salyu glared at Xander when he said that too and added, "We need to make peace, not hate. Especially in a place as @#$%#$ up as this. How you handled it in the end was well, just don't cause a fight!"

Xander rubbed the part of his head where Ivana had hit him and replied, "Alright, alright. Don't start fights, end them, I got it."

"good," Salyu said happily. She looked around at the RAichu and said, "I believe our job here is done. Wouldn't you say?"

"Actually, I kinda struck a deal with her..." Xander admitted. "We work with her now," he informed.

"Ah I see," SAlyu said, "Even still, right now I don't believe we have much to do, and I don't think any of us want to stick around here."

"Alright," Xander replied with a shrug. "Can you please teleport us back to the house then? And please bring the mix too if he wants to come along," he requested.

SAlyu nods. "I'd like to come," the mix said.

"ok," SAlyu responded before they all got engulfed by a white light and transported to the scenery of Posachu's house.

"...I actually appreciate this place a whole lot more after being in that dump of a city," Xander commented before heading inside the house.

"Me too," agrees SAlyu as she sits down on the couch. "Hopefully we won't be there that often."

The Mix nods not really wanting to visit his old home again.

"Heh, hello there, everyone," I greeted once Ivana and Syvla followed after Xander and Salyu.

(They're all there already)

"Hiya Max," Posachu said happily before glomping you. ^w^

I chuckled and hugged Posachu back. "Hey, how's my little soldier doing?" I asked with a kind chuckle.

"I'm doing great," Posachu said happily smiling.