Something more intense than a shiver ran through Raven's body at that moment; so powerful that it could only be consider a tremor. Every hair on his body stood on end as for an instant he trembled straight down to his soul. Was this true terror? To face down a predator and know nothing but fear? Despite the open challenge and his general choice to take any challenge given, with Fable's ball now freely in his possession he saw only one real option. He ran. Cloak fluttering in the wind, Fable's ball held tight, Raven ran at full speed, arms and legs pumping as if an entire heard of Tauros were chasing him down. Without a thought he ran towards the Circus, merely wanting a crowd to disappear in to...after all, a boy clad in a crimson cloak and carrying a sword couldn't be that unusual in the face of circus performers!
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 8:07 am
The Circus was indeed a good place to hide ....as the crowd would seemingly part to try and keep the boy from running into them. Anger showed on the face of some, but Raven had done it ...he had escaped the man ....and in that same moment as Barney had reached out for one student. Raven would collide into him ..making sure that he was run over by the other.
The man was taken completely off of his feet as he looked upwards at Raven.
Looking over his shoulder once to make absolutely certain he had actually escape, Raven would then take more direct note of his slightly pained professor. Stepping aside slightly the boy would offer a hand to the man, even if it was unlikely a child would be as much help in aiding an adult to their feet "There are things in this city far more terrifying than even death" Raven stated simply, his voice as cold as if he'd starred into the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 8:27 am
"Being dramatic much?"
Professor Barney would chuckle lightly at the boy. He would take the hand though he would make it mostly his own power that got him onto his feet. He would smile once before he made a firm decision.
"So, you wanna go see the circus, or at you ready to move on from here?"
A bigger smile would cross his face as he crossed his arms.
"It seems you have been having a bit of fun, but we are here on business you know."
Raven would shudder lightly, an uncommon gesture for the normally composed child. Oh if only he were being dramatic. He was liable to never view something pink or male the same way again. Not judgemental, but it was liable to hold this awful memory till the end of his days. Shaking off this trauma for the time being, or at least attempting to distract himself from it, Raven would look to his professor and answer the man's question "We are here to carry out an assignment are we not? Or rather make travel arrangements to do so" Raven stated, face settling in to it's usual mask of seriousness "We did not come here to play around at some circus." The boy would of course not remark on the Professor's comment about 'fun'. To him the Tournament had been every bit as much business as what they were here for in the first place. It was all about becoming stronger.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 8:55 am
"Yes, you are right ...absolutely."
Professor Barney would declare with tears in his eyes, but it would clear up immediately as he would put one hand behind Raven's back as he started to push him in the direction he wanted to go.
"True ...true ...true, so you will have to hurry on. I have to wait for the others to show them the way..."
He declares, but it was obvious he was thinking ...it was time to play and play and play until the others were ready to leave as well.
"I am sending you on to the front lines, so, I hope you prepared yourself. I have sent a message to a friend of mine to keep you in his sights to keep you out of trouble. When you have had enough of the front, you can come back anytime, and hopefully by then there will be another train to send you back to the academy."
"YOu mission there is quite simple ...I want you to do a status report of the efforts in the front, and see about taking down at least one dark pokemon on your own ....with a team or as an individual."
"You need to see why we are training you so hard, and start to make some decisions about your future. Because, after that ...you will be taking your first extended team mission ....if everyone else is ready as well."
He would comment more so to himself on that one. THe man would literally take Raven to a hotair balloon in the midst of the circus grounds. A ride, it would have been an attraction if the man hadn't bought it. Though it wasn't the only balloon around, so there was no problem.
A little drifloon would clutch onto the basket. It was the guide.
"That little guy will keep you on the right path, and make sure you get to your destination alright. IT's a place that was once ...apart of our territory ...that is now the front lines.
Being shoved along Raven would arch a brow in the direction of his Professor, the facial gesture followed shortly by an expression which clearly stated the boy's disbelief in the legitimacy of the man's words. In short, were Barney not his instructor, he probably would have lit his pants on fire. Raven's interest however seemed to be peaked by the mention of Viridian City. He'd heard of it of course, it was in Kanto the lands located east of his own lands of Johto...of course he'd never been there. When he'd decided to leave his homeland he'd done so by stowing away on a boat departing from Cherry Grove for the Hoenn Region. He couldn't risk being caught in Goldenrod or Olivine after all.
Approaching the balloon Raven's mind began to wander back on the Professor's earlier words. Dark Pokemon? What in Ho-Oh's name was that? Team Mission? Was he talking about the other two from his class, or was this apart of that Co-Op Class he'd experienced earlier? He had no team. Why he couldn't even begin to think...
For a brief instant two faces crossed through the boy's mind, causing him to blink and halt in his steps. The next instant two fingers fell upon the bridge of his nose. Arceus no. Why would he even think...true one was polite enough and the other friendly, but both were clearly insane. Guh. He suddenly felt exhausted just thinking about it. Perhaps this was a subject better left for later.
As if the gods of distraction were answering the young trainer's prayers, or perhaps a slightly more malicious deity decided to play a joke, the last PokeBall upon the boy's belt would abruptly snap open of it's own accord. In a whirl of blue and black fur a Pokemon would race across the fairgrounds, up the balloon's tether rope and on to the edge of the bask. A low whistle came from west as his large eyes roamed over the surrounding area ">Well ain't this ah kicken thuh chompers! Ya gone done n' had this much fun wed out meh?<" The Riolu exclaimed from on high, his feet moving swiftly as he began racing about the edge of the basket to take in the sights ">Ah what's dat? Oooh, what's dat! Woah! See wha he done there!?<" West exclaimed over and over, very much like an excited child at...well...a circus!
Only when Raven crawled in to the balloon with an exasperated sigh would the young jackal bother to look up, finally noticing his location ">Wha in tarnation is this here thing!<" The Riolu exclaimed in utter awe. "Yes yes, but we're leaving now" Raven stated with a sigh, grabbing the Fighting-Type off the edge of the basket and gripping him tightly with both arms. He couldn't risk the Riolu just burst out of his ball again during the trip. ">N' where're we goin? Is dis here thing taken us there?<" West asked, looking up at his trainer and 'father'. "Yes it is" Raven answered calmly, hoping that would be the end of the questions. Sadly it was not. ">Is it gonna go fast? How's it work? Wha's tha lil' floaty critter?<" These and many other questions would grace Raven's ears during the flight, and few of them did he have any sort of answer for.
((Sorry for the inconsistencies with West's accent. It's been awhile and I didn't have time to do more than skim my usual page for such information.))
Pokemon: Riolu [M] Name & Level: West , Lv 7 [Temperament] Rash Bio: Like all Pokemon West was hatched from an egg, the mechanics of which how Raven obtained are something the boy would rather avoid. Found in a locked room above the Mirage Arena, Raven was able to procure the key to by digging through a leave behind by a Rattata. An unpleasant, yet ultimately worth while endeavour. West himself was born upon the fair grounds during the Hunter's Tournament. Ironically this event took place in front of the Whack-A-Diglett stand, where upon his release into the world the Riolu promptly cracked his skull upon the pavement after Raven had tried to untangle the Fighting-Type from his cloak. This event is blamed by most for the Riolu's somewhat odd personality, that of an old west gun-slinger, accompanied by numerous but unfounded claims of being the Fastest Paws in the West. Shortly after his hatching, an old cowboy hat floating upon the breeze landed upon the Riolu's head. Both boy and Pokemon took this as a sign of the Riolu's future, and thus he was dubbed West. The Wild West. Stats: HP: 24/24, PP: 23, ATK: 16, DEF: 12, SPD: 15, SP-ATK: 13, SP-DEF: 10 MOVES: - Quickattack - Iron Tail - Endure - Counter Held Item: Happiness: 1/50 EXP: 157/600
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 4:47 am
Though despite the little Riolu's movements, and the million questions the Driftloon would make sure that they took off without any problems. The entire device would take off slowly as Professor Barney waved them away.
"Good luck, and happy hunting."
He would declare to them lightly ...as the balloon went up and up. It wasn't long before it was lost for sight, and Fall City was left far behind him. The journey itself wouldn't be a long one ...or at least it wouldn't seem as long ....as the pokemon kept them on course.
It would take them until the start of a new day ....for them to reach their destination as the sun peak on a land that looked as though it was untame in one area, and another place that was actually fortified in the other. A wall ....a tall wall seem to split the land for as far as the eye could see.
This was the front lines.
Viridian City
(Make one post here, and the next in Viridian city)
">Well frah me up n' call me a fridder! In awh mah bern days I havan't seen such a thing!<" West would exclaim as they neared their destination, the Riolu starring wide eyed at the rather distinct landscape appearing before them ">Hah yah figuh them done built such a beeg wall?<" He asked, looking over should at a rather exasperated looking Raven. He'd been sitting here for several hours listening to the Riolu with no buffer for his accent. The boy was almost afraid to speak on the off chance he'd come out sounding like his companion. Not the worst thing in the world mind you, but after so long the sound of anyone's voice without alternative distractions would grow irritating. ">Ahma ask whahn we geet ther!...Hawh we landin this here thing anyway?<" The Riolu suddenly asked with a tilt of his head. That, for once was an excellent question, and thankfully one Raven had an answer for "That's why we're not alone" Raven stated, indicating the Driftloon.
((I apologise in advance to anyone reading this who is actually from the South. I'm fiddling with West's accent in an attempt to get it right, so it may be a bit...overboard here and there. sweatdrop ))
Pokemon: Riolu [M] Name & Level: West , Lv 7 [Temperament] Rash Bio: Like all Pokemon West was hatched from an egg, the mechanics of which how Raven obtained are something the boy would rather avoid. Found in a locked room above the Mirage Arena, Raven was able to procure the key to by digging through a leave behind by a Rattata. An unpleasant, yet ultimately worth while endeavour. West himself was born upon the fair grounds during the Hunter's Tournament. Ironically this event took place in front of the Whack-A-Diglett stand, where upon his release into the world the Riolu promptly cracked his skull upon the pavement after Raven had tried to untangle the Fighting-Type from his cloak. This event is blamed by most for the Riolu's somewhat odd personality, that of an old west gun-slinger, accompanied by numerous but unfounded claims of being the Fastest Paws in the West. Shortly after his hatching, an old cowboy hat floating upon the breeze landed upon the Riolu's head. Both boy and Pokemon took this as a sign of the Riolu's future, and thus he was dubbed West. The Wild West. Stats: HP: 24/24, PP: 23, ATK: 16, DEF: 12, SPD: 15, SP-ATK: 13, SP-DEF: 10 MOVES: - Quickattack - Iron Tail - Endure - Counter Held Item: Happiness: 2/50 EXP: 157/600
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