Raven would quickly in order to follow up his opponent's riposte.With one hand the child would attempt to backhand the Temp's thrust away, hoping to jostle his grip and cause himself to meet the edge of his own blade; such was the fault of a fully reversed grip for such an attack. Intending a self-inflicted slash, Raven would move straight to the thrust as he this time aimed for his opponent's shoulder. The beauty of his 'Slash & Sever' was it's simplicity associated adaptability.
(Missed on both sides ......I don't feel like figuring it out at this point)
It was a quick reverse ...a movement on both sides as blades were deflect, and the boy would once more switch hands to avoid cutting himself ....as he brought the hilt upwards after the misdirection to shove Raven's own blade higher than his own shoulder.
It was meant to be a block ...to his own counter-attack as he changed his grip again halfway through and would turn it into an upwards slash with a flick of his wrist as he used Flame Charge once more. The blade meant to cut upwards along Raven's chest as in the heat of the moment ...the boy forgot to turn his blade so that it was only the flat that would run along his upper body.
This was a bad chance ....at a powerful strike.
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Rather than fighting to regain his trajectory Raven would continue moving with the redirected thrust, allowing it to sail over the temps shoulder. Then, reversing the grip of one hand and pivoting the boy would attempt to bring the flat of his blade in to the back of his opponents head. It wasn't enough to do any real harm, nor was it likely to do any at all, but it would prove an excellent distraction to disrupt his opponent's attack!
It was close ...so close, but the move would actually cut once against his side ...it would leave a deep cut despite what the boy had been attempting. The movements of Raven had actually brought it closer into the move ....as it came up swiftly as he would stop as the blade was arc up and the blood would be visible.
"First Strike ....Snowe. Fight over."
Bernado would call out loudly. He would clap his hands in his excitement as Elisa would actually grimace.
This would be the first time Raven would hear the temp's name as claps would come all around. Afterall, Raven had fought a senior to him in terms of class, and he hadn't won, but it wasn't been an easy victory for the boy as he had shown off his power. It had been sure ...luck that he hadn't managed to draw blood first, but, that wasn't what had concern .....everyone.
"Wow, the Temp is actually decent with a blade .....ummm...I mean ....Snowe."
One of the man would declare there was actually respect in their voice. Elisa would step towards him ...as he would take a few steps to his side.
"Good match."
She would tell him as she looked at his wounds.
"You will need to get that seen to ..."
A small crowd was forming as they actually move to get the boy pats and to tell him what a good job he had done. Snowe though would notice that Raven was left out as he release his own pokemon and them moved towards Raven before he had a chance to leave.
"Thank you ...."
It was short, but he hoped he got what he meant as a man with a Murkrow and a shield on his badge would motion to Snowe.
"Let's go, you can bunk with our group now, and we can see about getting you ready for your mission outside the walls tomorrow."
Even though Raven had lost, his single act had changed their outlook on the seemingly arrogant boy.
Raven would simply deliver a silent bow, barely lowering his head in the process. It was a subtle gesture meant to show respect towards ones equal; for although Raven had indeed lost, it had been based on raw power. Had the pair of them been on equal footing the results would have been different; but he could lose with dignity, and it simply proved he needed to train harder and grow stronger.
Surprisingly after the first drop of blood the boy's wounds would suddenly ignite, purple flame spreading across his body until all that remained was untouched marble skin. As the boy sheathed his sword however, the flames receding and his clothes returned to their normal state blood would begin to spot the fabric beneath as a wave of pain hit Raven. It would seem the effect of the purple flame was largely cosmetic, and not lasting outside of his transformation.
Attempting very much to shrug off the pain Raven would watch the result of his actions. Seemed he'd taught more than one person a less during his match...if not exactly the one he'd intended.
Nodding his head once Raven would then turn to Miss Rose...as he certainly lacked the first clue as to where injuries were tended to.
She would laugh lightly as she held out her arm again ...as the Talonflame would perch on it without being told.
"Let's go see our infirmary ...we have Nurse Joy there as well .....as a regular old doctor. Since, humans get hurt here as readily as their pokemon counterparts."
She would then lead him out .....though she would stop to gather up Raven's food first. She figured the boy might like to actually eat for a change instead of being rushed from one place to another as they headed out of the mess hall to the intended place a little further away.
This like the others was a tent, and it wasn't any different than the others. Instead though, it looked like a whole new world as the man at the counter would wink at her once, the bird on her arm would flare up again.
"That bird should be called a nut cracker."
He would joke as she smiles at him.
"Good morning, Doc. Percy ...I got a patience. Barney's kid."
She would gesture at Raven as she step to the side to let him get a good luck at the kid.
Raven's face would be the picture of a twelve year old boy's confusion. He didn't quite understand what was going on or what a device meant for the de-shelling of tree seeds had to do with anything. All he'd manage was to lift one arm in something nearly resembling a wave and a brief "Hello" Before wincing involuntarily due to a sudden sharp pain from his wound.
West, who indeed had been watching and following this entire time, would merely step out from behind his trainer, stroll right in to the space between everyone in the tent, then after looking from Raven, to Miss Rose, to the Doctor, and then the Talonflame would curious exclaim ">What's a nutcracker?<"
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: 10/50 EXP: 157/600
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:09 pm
It's that waving motion that would get his attention as West's comment would make the male smile. Elisa knew what coming as he walked round the counter and drop down to Raven's level to look at the wound. He would explain all the while.
"Nut cracker is a reference to that bird's beak and what he would do to any male that tries to get close to his precious trainer. I gave hear a wink, and he flared up, which means he will make sure I have to pee sitting down from here to the end of my life cycle if I try to flirt with the Captain there."
"IF you are still confused..."
Elisa would cut him off then.
"SHUT Up and do you ******** job, Barney didn't send him here for lesson in anatomy."
She was slightly blushing at the thought of teaching Raven the bird's the bees, and the perverts so soon as the man scoff and then would pull at his shirt a bit.
"This needs to come off so I can see it better. The wound is bleeding quite a bit, so it might actually need stitches ...but I can't tell ...so shirt off now."
Taking a step back to give himself some room, Raven would first reach for the clasp of his cloak as he replied "I wasn't the one whom asked" The boy stated, removing his cloak, folding it, and then handing it to his Riolu, at which point he would cast a glance in the direction of the Captain "And you'd be surprised how swiftly innocence dies on the streets." While Raven neither born much actual interest in the subject, nor any desire to speak on it, he knew more about it than those around him seemed to believe.
West on the other hand was somewhat as oblivious as usual ">Ah, so 'e's a big jelly bahrd!<" Swiftly following these words the cloak Raven had been hanging him would instead land on the Riolu's head, silencing the Fighting-Type as he scrambled to find his way out. Next would be Raven's shirt, the boy pulling it over his head after undoing the scant few buttons near the top. So there it would be for the world to see, skin nearly the colour of milk, a torso covered in various small nicks and scars...ignoring of course the gaping wound he'd oh so recently received.
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: 11/50 EXP: 157/600
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:35 pm
THe man would stop trying to explain then as he heard Raven's response, and got a good look at the wound. His eyesbrow would arch a bit as he saw the small nicks around the gaping wound.
"A fighter huh, Strike team."
He would say it as he looked closer at the wound and then would make a decision.
"Flask, I need the numbing gel."
He would call out loudly to seemingly no one ...as it would appear as though from the wall. A pokemon that could change it's color ....completely was a Kecleon as the small nurse's hat on his head was clear as he ran to his trainer's side. He would hold a small medical kit in his hands as he held it for the man to take.
The metal box would be flip open as he pulls out of it ...the small pack of gel. He would press it against the wound on Raven's chest before he would turn back to the box. It was all pack together, so there was no need to call for it as he pulled out the needle.
"Sorry kid, you need stitches ....you shouldn't feel a thing."
It wasn't easy to watch as the man literally would sew the two pieces of flesh together so that the gaping wound would be a thin line on his skin. Once he done he would tie off, and put away his supplies.
"So, how are your pokemon? You all might as well be healed."
The man would declare with a smile as Elisa just watched from the sidelines.
"Survivor" Raven would state simply, not watching the man work. It was true enough anyway, most of the scars had been long before the Academy. Many were from the back alleys, and more than a few had originated...back at the manor. Raven tensed slightly remember that, actually looking down and watching the remainder of the stitching just to take his mind off of it.
">Gosh! Even mah ole Granny cain't sew like that!<" West exclaimed, having finally managed to extricate himself from Raven's clothing. Moments after however the Riolu would tilt his head to one side, looking to his Trainer ">Do'ah have ah Granny?<" He asked curiously.
To which the Riolu would receive the flat response "I have no idea" from Raven, who honestly did not.
">Thah can be our nex't adventure thahn! The quest fir Granny!<" West exclaimed, as all the while Raven dearly hoped the Riolu would forget about that soon. Strictly speaking he'd stolen that egg so he couldn't exactly go looking for the original keepers without causing trouble.
Choosing to divert the subject Raven would now answer the Doctor's last remark "Not one of my Pokemon has seen battle since my last visit to a centre. I made certain of their condition before I left for the front" Raven explained.
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: 12/50 EXP: 157/600
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:45 am
"So, you don't need any more of my help."
The man would finish as he stood back up. He would only smile once.
"Then out of my office, and watch yourself .....I don't need you back for popping any stitches so take it easy on your chest for awhile."
Elisa would nod only once in his direction as she utters a thanks. Her Talonflame would actually hiss at him as they pass by. It was time to go out and see the rest of the camp as she thought of places that Raven might want to go next.
"Let's see ...would you like to see the training field, and after that .....I think it will be time to give you your first experience beyond the wall. So what do you think, or is that wound hurting you a bit and you want to change your clothing and maybe ....no ....let's stop and let you eat first."
The woman afterall, was still carrying around his meal with her.
Raven would give the doctor a polite nod rather than his usual bow, a gesture which required a hand to his chest and more bending than his body was liable to be fond of at this particular moment. Before they left however he would take the time to put his shirt back on, flourishing and then securing his cloak as he walked out the door.
West on the other hand would be all smiles as they left, one paw waving to the elder gentleman as he called out ">Happy trails padner!<" When the subject of food came to light the Riolu would then promptly find himself walking straight in to Raven as the boy halted.
"Actually I would indeed like to see the Training Field, little doubt I'll learn something one way or another" Raven stated calmly, though with a far more polite tone than his usual edge. When the subject of his 'wound' came up he would look down for a moment before responding "Little doubt I'll obtain worse than this in the future, and without a medical expert so close at hand. I'd likely benefit from growing used to a few aches and pains" Then came the subject of food...and the boy's stomach would choose to answer for him, issuing a growl which could make a Pyroar proud. "Yes...well..." Raven muttered, coughing lightly in to his hand as he held out the other for the tray "I can't see why we cannot eat and walk at the same time."
">Nah that's some gud thinkin' padner! Break some fast n' git where ya'll 'er goin ta boot!<" West pipped in, apparently rather enthusiastic about his Trainer's 'brilliance'.
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: 13/50 EXP: 157/600
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"As you wish, but don't choke."
She would give a smug grin then as she walks forward. A smile would slowly grace her face as the Talonflame would circle overhead once more. The bird generally few high in situations where they were outside. Always on the look out for danger, the wall kept out the worst of it, but not all of it. For if one pokemon can fly, so could others, and the dark variety did not think twice of attacking during the times when one ...was less prepared.
Thus, why those who had flying types kept them in the air as much as possible ....as the bird would scan and protect even as he followed his trainer around.
"So, the training grounds ....is a place for both practice bouts as well individual battles."
She would take him to a place that looked like it was from a past textbook. The ground was carved with the markings of a battlefield, and beyond that were places where dummy stuck up in the ground. They had been charred, burned, frozen, and a few still had needles in them. There was a archer place for accuracy, and a place with markers for distances attacks. Though there was a few modern devices as well, a huge ice maker that made a block of ice that could be attacked or chipped away. A golem system that produced piles of rocks that would actually roll away, or dart about to make them harder to hit as targets, and finally .....a strength training machine that allowed a trainer to have their pokemon work on speed, endurance, or attack.
This was a place for doing nothing but training as a few trainers were already working out some of the systems. Their pokemon ....both those that were easily recognizable as well as foreign as a a jet black Greninja was putting his paces to work on the accuracy training field with targets and his aqua jet attack.
"Please, I'm not so foolish as to--GRAHORF!" Raven spluttered and coughed as a piece of food found it's merry way in to his windpipe. While walking and eating was of no difficulty, perhaps he should have recalled his manners chosen not to speak until after he had completed chewing. Surprisingly the boy would find himself coughing in to his fist a few breaths later, looking a tad embarrassed "Yes, well...ahem..." He muttered, grasping at straws for a method to draw attention away from his own stupidity. There was little doubt he was doing this more often than he preferred as of late.
Luckily for the youth he had a very enthusiastic Riolu more than willing to create a spectacle at the drop of a hat; especially in the presence of so many things which he had never before witnessed!
">Yeeehaaw! Look'it all dis 'ere stuff!<" The Fighting-Type exclaimed cheerfully as he darted off, ducking and clambering over the various training dummies and inspected their 'wounds', running off again mere seconds later to leap upon one of the rock piles and began rolling along ">Naw 'is is how ya'll should ride a rockslide!<" He yipped gleefully, attempting to grab one of the stones like a saddle and waving his hat in to the air.
Though while this indeed served his purpose of distracting from his recent failing, Raven let out a low groan as he slapped a hand to his face. He wasn't certain if this was less embarrassing, or leaps and bounds more.
((Apologies for the fluctuating accent again. I'm going to need to read over my old/recent posts to peg it again.))
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: 14/50 EXP: 157/600
