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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:16 pm
The long white hair seem to glow under the moonlight as the six-feet tall man walked down a forest path, closely follow by a Stantler with a harness strapped to a small cart. She stepped closer to the human, her green eyes picking up movement around them, she bellow and sneaked her head under one of the healer's hands.
"Staaaaaaaaaan"
The healer chuckled softly, looking down with his grey eyes. "Its alright, come on. "He said gently and started to hum as he turned away from her and kept walking but slowly down until the cart was besides him. He pulled out a violin and bow and walked forward, he started to play gently as they walked together. "The whispers in the dark, are nothing to be afraid of...."
A large persian was thrown into their path and while Carnal bucked and rear up, Lock just played, but did stop for a moment. A much larger Persian came out from the trees lining the forest path and hit the other with his glowing tail. Iron tail. Sending it flying away.
Lock chuckled, stopping his playing and pulling and calming the stantler back to her four hooves, the second persian ignore them, his blind eyes staring into nothingness as he moved down the path in the same direction as them. Faraon let out a low growl before letting out a loud roar to let any pokemon know that he was there and he wasn't going to take any nonsense.
Once calmed, Lock walked by Faraon, tapping his muzzle with the bow of the violin. "Now now, temper, my feline friend..."
The egyptian-marked Persian bared his fangs but continue walking, the jewel on his head a majestic blue instead of the normal red.
Lock sighed softly and hoped to find a good camping site soon before Faraon decided to mark the forest as his. "We don't need to repeat the onyx incident, Faraon..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:05 am
 (Sorry for the delay, it took me a while to find an opening)
It was not so much as stalking as silently pursuing the pokemon party beside them. Silently they chuckled to each other, their thought patterns intertwined but separate. In no way did the situation warrant a telepathic exchange; they were merely in tuned with each other, a bond forged by their endless traveling together. The female of the pair reached up to touch the austere collar in a wordless request. Her partner acquiesced and lowered himself to the ground to give her better footing. And onwards they stealthily followed, leaving no tracks, nor rustling any underbrush or leaves that lay in their path.
The ever misanthropic Fluo engaged in mental masturbation as her Darkrai gave her a dignified piggy back ride. Acting as a beast of burden was beneath Alphaville but a sprained ankle hardly left the watcher in any way to perform at ultimate capacity (stalking required quick footwork). Fluo noticed how similar the human of the other pokemon party was to her Darkrai. Both attempted the white-coiffed look and both had formidable height on their side. But whereas Alphaville didn't understand the meaning of 'non-threatening', the human seemed almost tranquil and appreciative of the arts as the violin suggested. He was no Niccolo Paganini, but perhaps that was of no fault of his own. She heard it was becoming increasingly rare to use the guts of Persians or Meowths for strings since synthetic ones were just as good.
Darkrai took his own observation notes. It seemed like the other human paired himself with a hothead Persian and a Stantler. The dark pokemon wondered about the contents of the cart as he caught sight of the fallen Persian that had been on the receiving end of brute force. Mistaking Alphaville for the other human, it crouched and launched a clumsy attack of fury swipes. Centrifugal force is a wonderful thing, but it sent Fluo crashing into nearby bushes as Alphaville dodged the attack with a sharp right turn. He gathered from the string of profanities that his human landed on her sprained ankle. Too loud, Alphaville thought. It might attract attention.
Sensing the annoyed vibes from Alphaville the feral Persian leaped into the bushes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:06 pm
Faraon suddenly stop and hissed under his breath, the feline's glossy fur bristling as he turned around, milky eyes glaring towards the sudden interaction a couple of meters behind them. His whiskers tensed up as did the rest of his body.
Carnal hear something as well, but not as well as Faraon, she pawed at the ground nervously.
"Shhh....Use Calm Mind, Carnal...."
The man looked back, resting his violin down on the cart. It was true, he needed to have it tuned, or buy a new one, since this one was a bit too small for him. He couldn't hear as well as the Persian at his feet, but he did detect something. "Faraon, if you attracted anything with that roar, you are going to handle it, not me." He spoke gently, whispering, but jokely. He wouldn't let the blind Persian fight something to strong for him.
The healer turned on a lamp and hooked it to the back of the cart. "Stay with the cart and Carnal, Faraon..." The man walked away from the cart and out of the light circle of the dim lamp, he felt the gentle breathing of a certain Persian at his feet. Of course feline Pokemon wasn't going to listen to him, that would just go against all his instincts and training as his master's guardian.
"We know you are here....so why don't you show yourself to us." He spoke to the darkness gently as he stood just meters away from where the wild Persian had encounter the other group. The human's long white coat's tail flapping lightly in the wind along with his hair.
The blind Persian sat down by him, looking regal, a trait of his breed. He was slightly larger then most Persians, but that could be attribute to his master's good care of him. He might seemed like a hot-head but he was far from it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:57 pm
(I forgot pogeys have names)
As the day came to a close so did their nefarious plans. They were accustomed to living the transient lifestyle characteristic of their kind. Together, forever moving onward and making lasting impressions through brief encounters. Alphaville knew his human companion saw no need for human interaction or affection but that didn't mean she was a boring hermit of a traveler! As they weaved through Zatao's plentiful terrains the days tended to bleed together despite what Fluo's pokedex stated. To break the monotony of their "adventure" they would chance upon other pokemon enthusiasts. It varied from mundane supplies bartering to swapping campfire stories, but their guilty pleasure was ultimately human and pokemon watching. They were not adverse to manipulating the natural settings to their amusement. Human and pokemon alike disliked altered dreams or being on the receiving end of food theft. Alas, their fun had to come to an end.
Alphaville was aware of the human's close proximity before Fluo did. She stopped her vulgar rant mid-sentence and deftly communicated through exagerrated hand motions for her Darkrai to hide. Adjusting her gloves and making sure she was in a presentable state and not too many branches were digging into her butt, she prepared for the encounter between her previous prey. Time to throw on an act for the old man and his crew, thought fluo before adding the correct amount of fear and pain to her voice, "Ah, hello! A wild Persian caught me off guard and I seem to have hurt myself badly."
As she waited for the response she chided herself. She instantly started regretting her decision to respond when her mind played clips of potential scenarios. No matter, Alphaville would play his part if things got out of hand.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 7:26 pm
[lol]
The man tilted his head slightly and gave a side glance to his persian for a moment before walking towards the woman. "I see, well, I guess this is your lucky night. I am a healer, I am sure there is something in my cart that can help you." He gave her a soft smile and held out his hand to her. "If you are too hurt, I can carry you, if you wish."
Faraon payed no mind to the woman as his ears twitched forward and back, his head moving slowly before he started to walk back towards the cart. Swishing his tail slowly behind him, the fur on his back bristling as he felt there was a large pokemon nearby.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:17 pm
(trying to force Darkrai to come out)
Fluo couldn't believe her luck. The quack turned out to be a healer, to boot. Extending her phalanges to the seemingly benign human, she answered, "I might just have to take you up on your offer of carrying me. I think I might have broken something." She was totally playing the wretched damsel in distress card, but it would really be in her party's favor if she were healed. A few exchanged stories wouldn't hurt. This particular human seemed to roll with an odd pokemon party. She mentally chastised herself. She wasn't exactly in any position to comment. In fact her pokemon was radiating annoyance.
Like clockwork the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Fluo had a knack of making people uncomfortable. She heard she was often the result of it, but never experienced the emotion first hand. It was way past time for her to set up camp. The inconvenient wild Persian not only cost her and Alphaville their fun, but also some valuable time. Then there was THE Persian with the swishing tail. She might just need Darkrai to come out and save her from this mortifying predicament.
And as she tried to start conversation she felt a few raindrops descending. "So, ah, yes. My name is fuo and pray tell what is your name?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:11 pm
"You may call me Dr. Hart." The man murmur her way as he suddenly pulled her into his arms. He was tall and strong, two things that intimidated many to stay away from him. More then once he had been called a vampire or a demon. He blamed most cartoons for making the last trend for both fictional breeds to be white haired and tall as himself, but he was at fault that he sometimes did run by what they called him, just to be left alone.
"Tell me, if I may know, are you insane or just stupid? You don't seem to be have a pokemon along your side and your in the middle of the woods at night none the less....Oh well...." He turned his face away. "Its none of my business, I don't truly care, at least I happen upon you before any damage was done." He put her down on the bench of his cart and uncovered part of it, showing several jars and wooden boxes, all signal with the red cross or a pokeball. Some things were meant to be taken by humans.
He took some things out before turning to her. "Which foot do you think you broke, dear Fuo."
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