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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:38 pm
Yane stands at the road's edge, not even glancing back at her home town. It's past time she started her adventure, truly started it at least. Yane'd had Myst, the Rapidash walking beside her, for a while now. In fact, Myst had been a Ponyta when Yane got her. They'd spent quite a long time tramping through the grasses between home and the nearest town. A trip that takes less then a day, depending on how many wild Pokemon you encounter.
Now Yane has two more Pokemon, Walks and Kushi. Both are Shellos, one from the East and the other West. Not wanting the tedium of leveling them that she had with Myst, Yane decided it was high time to start on her journey. She is unsure if she will battle other trainers, as Trainer Battles always intimidate her. But at the very least Yane plans to battle, and maybe catch, wild pokemon.
"C'mon Myst, time to get started." No sooner are the words out then Walks forces his way out of the pokeball. Yane smiles and scoops him up. "You wanna see too, huh?" The pink Shellos nods his head, then eyes the last full pokeball on Yane's belt. "Nah, I don't think she'd like out." Yane says, knowing how shy and scared of everything Kushi is. "We'll try when we stop for lunch." With that Yane starts off, hoping to meet many new people along her way.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 5:27 pm
"Crosse!"
The shout cut through the still air like a a gunshot, a flicker of bright red marring the dirt ground. Grinding his teeth together, the boy took a hesitant step back, piercing blue eyes searching frantically through the expanse of tall grass before him, and then to the forest of trees beside. An irregular shadow moved a couple meters away, and as Caeles jumped out of the way, a streak of purple and white landed on the area he'd been standing in, claws outstretched with a lazy flick of its wicked tail. Unlike regular liepards, this one had a metal blade attached to its end, the armor sharpened to a deadly point as it followed the curvature of its natural fur. At some point-- Caeles wasn't sure when-- his stupid, sadistic cat had decided to arm itself literally to the teeth.
Caeles himself was hardly in shape to be fighting his own Pokemon, and the deep gash running into his left arm was enough to attest to that. His long, striped cardigan was effectively ruined, the fabric torn apart and seeped with blood. The trainer was drenched in cold sweat, jet black bangs sticking to his eyes messily as Caeles tried to anticipate the feline's next move. Despite the immense pain he was staggering under, the immediate thought of not wanting to die prevailed, and as such, his right hand fumbled with the pokeballs at his waist, attempting to recall the liepard for the umpteenth time.
With a low purr, Crosse sat down in the middle of the road, preening itself as silvery blue eyes caught the gaze of his master. It wasn't that Caeles mistreated him or anything, and the liepard wasn't attacking the other because he'd done something stupid. No-- this was just how Crosse was. Though he had been with this trainer since he had been a mere kitten, Crosse had never really grown out of pranking and harming his trainer. Perhaps, it was a twisted, messed up way of showing affection, or perhaps it was because Caeles never really [Or more likely, couldn't.] taught him otherwise; whichever the case, the liepard had developed a mean streak that was rare even among his kind, and liepards weren't categorized as the 'cruel pokemon' for nothing.
"Come on, Crosse..."
Voice strained, Caeles held up the custom pokeball in his shaky right hand, pressing the switch that allowed for him to recall the feline.
Not fast enough however, as Crosse merely leaped away from the neon line of red with claws extracted once more. In a knee jerk reaction as the liepard approached, Caeles took a step back, miscalculating his pace and tumbling to the floor. Thankfully, his sudden switch from 5'9" to short-as-hell saved his face from another vicious blow, and as the boy turned around to see where the cat had landed, his heart froze at the sight of a blonde woman making her way up the path. If she took another step, Crosse was going to collide right into he--
Without thinking, Caeles grabbed the pokeball he'd dropped then, hurling it with a force that would have made the best baseball pitcher proud. In a stroke of pure adrenaline fueled luck, the black device connected with the back of the liepard's head, the sharp crack enough to knock out Crosse in mid-leap. Falling to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, the feline's limp form skidded a couple paces from the earlier inertia, stopping just a couple inches from Yane's shoe. Before either trainers had a chance to react, the ball opened up with a soft click and the liepard disappeared back into its chamber.
"...."
Exhaling sharply, Caeles winced as he leaned back onto the wrong hand, sitting up swiftly. Behind him, a gaseous form of purple and blue flickered into view-- Noctis. The gastly rolled about in the air for a moment, expression pleased.
It seemed, Caeles wasn't lucky enough to be in command of loyal Pokemon. The gastly had made absolutely no attempt to help his trainer at all, and it wasn't because the young male had no badges.
It was simply how they were.
"Are... You okay?"
Exhaling a shaky breath, Caeles looked to the blonde who had appeared, to his knowledge, out of nowhere, unsure whether he hated the woman's timely appearance or appreciated it.
 
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:03 pm
Yane had heard the sounds, battle sounds she assumed, and sped up. She'd been hoping to catch a trainer battle, but instead was nearly pounced on by a feline pokemon she'd never seen before. Two things happen just then, one a young man tosses a pokeball at the pokemon. At the same time Myst side steps, trying to herd and shield Yane from the unknown pokemon. The result isn't what either wanted, though, as Yane gets her feet tangled with Myst's hooves and down she goes.
Myst stands there, watching while the other pokemon is called back. Only when she is sure there is no more danger does she step back, careful to avoid Ysne's feet and - to Myst's annoyance - the little pink Shellos who somehow ended up behind Myst's hind legs.
Pulling herself up, Yane shrugs. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You are the one bleeding, after all." She looks him over, hands absently dusting her clothes off. "So, are you okay?" Yane asks, then promptly bites her tongue to keep the other questions she has at bay. Time enough for those later.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:23 pm
"I..."
Well, was he alright?
Looking down at his bloody arm, Caeles winced sharply, the pain seeming to be amplified now that he actually caught a glimpse of the damage. In a futile attempt to calm his speeding heart, the boy took a second to draw in a shaky breath, forcing himself onto his uneven feet. If he were in perfect condition, he might have looked at the girl and her companions a bit more seriously-- perhaps even marveled at the rare Rapidash Yane had in her arsenal. As it were however, the trainer shivered, pressing his hand just above his wound as if it would help calm the discomfort any.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
Biting his bottom lip, Caeles shook his head sharply, ignoring the fog of smoke that was his gastly. Noctis was, no doubt, curious about the shellos and the oddly coloured equine, but at least had courtesy enough not to attack them.
"Uh..."
No time for formalities however, and against his entire twenty four years of well bred upbringing, Caeles looked to the blonde curtly.
"Is there a... Town nearby?"
Unlike Yane, the boy looked as though he'd been on the road for a while, injuries not withstanding. There was a large backpack a couple meters down the road that was probably his, a large water bottle the only thing visible about its contents. He was wearing hiking boots as well, and the amount of dirt that caked the soles was probably not due to the tumble he'd taken earlier.
"One with a hospital.. Or... Something. ... Preferably."
It seemed, Caeles had an issue talking, though it could have been either due to pain, the fact that Yane was a girl, or simply because he'd been in the company of his Pokemon for far too long. The boy had found out, one month into his journey that there was no way he could possibly teach any of his three companions the art of human speech-- and neither did they have any interest, beyond King's ability to shout random profanities at him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:39 pm
Again Yane bites back a response, something that is unusual to her blunt nature. But the young man seems to be having a rough time of it. "Yea, just that way is my home town. No hospital, but there is a healer. Myst will show you the way." Yane pats the Rapidashe's side, then trots off to gather up Caeles's things.
Myst seems to sigh, then turns and heads back the way she'd come. She can't talk, at least human speech, but she can make her feelings known. Between her brisk pace and unhappy look it is easy to see she wants nothing of returning.
Poor Walks, meanwhile, is stuck. Should he follow Yane or Myst. Who could he keep up with best. Normally he can stay close to Yane, but at her faster waklk he's not sure. Myst, however, is going slower then normal. Indecision has the pink Shellos in a stand still, head turning from his trainer to Rapidash.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:28 pm
It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Rapidash wasn't in the best of moods, but the pain a bit more urgent than his pride, Caeles nodded in acknowledgment to Yane's response, uttering a soft thanks as he reached for the final pokeball in his pocket. Releasing the Charmeleon inside, he looked at his starter Pokemon for a long while, expression blank but quite clearly hoping King would catch on.
And luckily, the fire type did have a sweeter temper than his teammates. With long, uneven strides, King made his way after Yane, intent on picking up the heavy backpack and whatever else Caeles had dropped on his way. He paused for a second, flame tail sweeping a wide arc as though lighting up the immediate area to get a better glimpse at Walks. As Yane had never seen a liepard before, King had never seen a Shellos-- and many other pokemon, to be fair. Caeles didn't seem like one who socialized or was interested in battling much, though ironically enough, his Pokemon didn't look weak.
"...."
Neither a social bunch from the look of things, Caeles focused on where he was going instead, putting an effort into keeping up with Myst's stride. Whether the other disliked him for one reason or another was hardly of consequence to him-- As far a the trainer was concerned, their business would be over as soon as they hit town. Still, that grim, heartless prediction didn't deter him from admiring the equine any. It was quite rare to see a silver Rapidash, and if he'd been any more enthusiastic about life in general, he might have tried to lighten up the mood some. Unfortunately, Caeles was something of a failure.
"Sure you know where we're goin'?"
The silence was broken up momentarily as a flicker of purple materialized itself on the other side of the fire type, seeming to have little care for the idea of personal space. Floating several quick circles around Myst, Noctis flashed a wide grin, staggering a bit in the air as though it was doing a limbless flail.
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