Magic & Transvolution

Flames spread throughout the buildings, some collapsing down: Shattering into pieces.

"Please help us, Chief!" one of the villagers screams, running away along with the others. Forest grits his teeth, frowning: The entirety of Team Conjure wreaking havoc upon his village.

Jester looks at his arm blade, a locator device peeking out. It looks similar to a satellite, spinning around while buzzing and beeping. He strokes his chin, glancing. The device stops, aiming at Forest's home. Jester then taps on another Conjure member besides him.

"It's located in that house over there," he says.

The individual takes off his black shades, his long blonde hair flowing with the wind, gazing at the house. His skin is also dark brown compared to Jester's lighter one. "Good."

SCREECH!

Two Mystical Projectiles zoom past them, the two tilting their heads.

"The heckle was that!?" Jester coughs. Justin, Ada, and the others rush towards them. "Oh...It's you pixie farts."

The group stops, many Conjure members hurling around them. "Says the guy that has the word 'pixie' in his Magic move," Justin mentions.

Jester shakes his fist. "Hush, you!"

Ada looks at the blonde hair Conjure. "I see you got a new friend there."

"I prefer the term 'ally'." The young man's hand lays behind him, touching the end of his silver lance. He glances at the group, Mesmeren's spine rattling at the sight of his green eyes. She yelps, closing in on the Zorua and covering her face. The Conjure quirks his brow. "Friends do not have beauty. But an ally...certainly does."

"Are you implying that I'm beautiful?" Jester asks.

"No." Everyone raises their brow at the Conjure, some stretching their faces and squinting in perplexion.

"What?" Justin, Ada, and Ramon say with blank gazes.

The blonde hair Conjure lays his hand against his chest. "Allies have beauty in the manner of remaining loyal and honest. They never betray each other because of their dignity. Friends, however, lack this beauty. They're never loyal nor honest. They'll think of every opportunity to hinder one another for their own desires. Thus, they have filth." Softly sighing, he closes his eyes. "This is what I meant by beauty."

"Sounds like nonsense, to me. Friends wouldn't do such a thing to each other!" Ada says. "At least, my friends wouldn't."

"Of course you'll find it nonsensical. Kids like you would disagree with adults on anything. Therefore, you'll learn the hard way."

"I've known Justin since my childhood." The girl's hand swifts to the side. "Who are you determining whether he'll betray me or not?"

"I wasn't determining anything. I was merely stating facts on what friends can do. Ask any adult—" glares. "They'll give you the same answer."

Ramon stares off, distressed dancing in his mind from his brother's words. He glances, drowning in thoughts. Then Ada's claws extend themselves, the Zorua's ears flickering.

"Like I'll believe you terrorists, anyways!"

The dark brown Conjure lifts his chin, gazing down before closing his eyes once more. "Hmph. Very well then. You're in the way of beauty flourishing in this world so—" he glares at the girl. "Off with you! For I am Arthur, one of the supreme commanders of Team Conjure!"

Justin runs towards Arthur and jumps. "Oh shut the hell up!" He thrusts his blades, clashing against Arthur's lance.

"Bold of you to attack me first, boy." Arthur fires Mystical Projectile at Justin, blue sparkles radiating. Justin gets hit, flying towards Sylock. The Blaziken evades, the teen rolling around groaning.