[X] My Assistant

[Dragonwish2]

Discussion Thread

A calm breeze blew through the treetops as a small blue figure ran across the forest floor. He paused at the edge of a clearing, surveying his surrounding with vibrant red eyes. His foxy black snout inhaled the sweet scent of berries to the west and a cool stream north. A snap of breaking branches from behind caused his ears to prick and his muscles tighten. Wheezing breaths filled the air, growing louder by the second. The blue figure turned his head slowly, watching the shadows.

With a cry of exasperation, a young tween exploded from the trees in a run, screeching to a halt beside the blue figure. Her long brown hair was plastered to her forehead above light blue eyes. She leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath, glancing around the clearing.

"Nice place Ryan. Though next time, try to slow down. This isn't a contest," she rasped. Ryan, the unfazed Riolu who stood beside her, shrugged in reply.

Liz Shir relaxed her shoulder, sliding her grey bag on the grass. "If it's all clear, let's get started." She reached to her black leather belt and plucked five red and white orbs. She threw them one by one into the air, watching as her Pokemon team filled the empty space before her with their uplifting presence. Her fiery red Growlithe, Greg, barked merrily before sniffing the ground for an unseen item. Oreo and Serena, an Oshawott and Taillow, respectively, cheered upon their arrival, with the former performing a sort of jig while spinning. A black and red fox raced around the clearing while transforming into its various teammates, much to their displeasure. In a red flash it was a clone of Liz, running up to her while grinning maniacally. The second Liz sighed and reached into the first’s hair, tugging at something. The clone disappeared, a smiling Zorua once more.

“Knock it off Kelli, we need to focus. Where’s Guini?” Liz turned as she spoke, searching the ground for the green and white Ralts. A warm feeling of content swept over Liz, and she looked up to see Guinevere staring down at her from a branch. Liz reached her hand up and carried her down. With her Pokemon all accounted for, she opened her bag and started pulling out various objects.

Handing Growlithe a small box, she gave each of the Pokemon instructions in turn. “Greg, you’ll help start the fire. For now just carry these over there,” she said, pointing to the left half of the clearing. Greg clamped the small bag in his mouth and trotted over to the appointed site.

She continued, “Serena, you’ll be on wood duty. Try to gather dry kindling for the fire. Ryan and Oreo, you’ll work with me to set up the tent. Kelli, you can look around nearby for any berries to eat. Once the tent is up, Guini and I will get logs for the fire, and then set it up with Greg. Does that sound okay to everyone?” She asked, gazing into each of her Pokemon’s eyes. They nodded, barked, and chirped in agreement before beginning their set tasks.

Liz strolled through the trees with Guini shuffling beside her. If all goes well, we’ll be at the Arasam Contest in no time. She looked down at her companion knowingly, and felt a conscious feeling of agreement emanating from Guini. Liz smiled and picked her up as the traveled further into the forest.

This post has been edited by Dragonwish2: Jul 16 2012, 10:25 AM

[Kamaitachi]

Tag was having a difficult time reconciling the situation in his head. Adelaide was standing before them in all her nonchalant and sarcastic glory with one of her eyes floating around the room. She proceeded to answer Walten's question with a slew of nonsensical terms that Tag had never heard before. Words like "Sapientech", "Pope" and "Badger", and terms like "West Indian" and "Twitter" appeared to be utter gibberish. Adelaide wasn't from any of the regions that Tag had been to before, that much was obvious. Perhaps she was from that Region far out there, where a little foxes and frogs were starter pokemon. Maybe they all had robot eyes there. If that was the case, he had no intention of journeying around there, especially if everyone was as odd as Adelaide.

"Whatever." Tag shrugged once her tirade had ended. Not wanting to delve further into her oddball, possibly psychotic history, the tattooed man turned and went back into the main area of the Pokemon Center.

The trip to Baccate had originally been intended as a vacation, but here he was, once more, embroiled in some conflict. It was pretty par for the course in his life, but he had to wonder just how easily avoidable many of these little 'adventures' were.

He stepped outside for a moment, opening the pokeball for Orin.

"Hey, pretty girl." Tag smiled as the ghostly pokemon sidled up to him, nuzzling up against him for a moment. "Back to your mission, okay? Track down those Gastly so we can find them tomorrow morning. Use Spikes to leave a trail for us, okay?"

With a gentle croon, Orin bowed before flitting off into the night. Tag watched her go for a moment before heading back into the Pokemon Center and settling down on one of the benches again. He and Walten had a room, but admittedly, he wasn't much for sharing rooms if he could help it. If other people slept around the Pokemon Center like him, he certainly didn't mind, but something about sleeping in a very enclosed space with a stranger unsettled him greatly.

Laying himself down so that he was in a rather restful position, he reached down and popped open one of the pokeballs from his belt, revealing Kana, his Spinda. She looked curiously up at him from the floor, and he patted his chest with a nod. With a bright grin, the little Spin-Panda Pokemon hopped up onto his chest, eliciting a little 'oof' from her trainer. After a moment of fussing, she settled down, curling up on Tag's torso as he pet her gently.

This would be an easy way to fall asleep, given that there were no more distractions or floating eyeballs that night.