[X] My Assistant

[Living Arrow]

“NYYYOOOOOOO!”

The cabin door flew open, banging harshly on its hinges as Lori Pardare burst out of her allocated quarters and into the narrow corridor of the S.S. Fidona. Cheeks as red as her fiery hair and brown eyes rolling wildly in her head like those of a stampeding Tauros, she hurtled headlong down the passage with reckless abandon. Her scream echoed down the hall, rousing anyone who might be taking a moment in the early afternoon to relax in their rooms during docking or even sneak a nap after lunch.

She sped to the nearest stairwell, grabbing at the railings to pull herself upwards, and away from the cabins below deck, towards the cafeteria and lido. Screams frequented her lips, startling other passengers within earshot every time her vocal chords were able to snatch enough air from her lungs for a strangled wail which followed her to the open deck. Wingull trilled and wheeled above the ferry while it edged close to the dock as crewmen milled around on the dock ready to secure its moorings; both became alarmed to hear the shrill cries coming from the boat but neither expected what happened next.

“WAAAAH!”

One more scream and Lori’s fiery-haired form flew from the railings at the first rope to be secured to the dockside. Creamy arms and legs wrapped around the wide rope tighter than a Seviper’s embrace, stilling the girl’s screams for a moment as she caught herself on the dockline and set to motion almost immediately. Crewmen shouted at the girl to stop, their complaints for health and safety falling on dead ears while the teenager edged rapidly to the ground.

“Hey, you-“

“UH!” Lori shoved the sailor out of her way, her head hunching down as her legs propelled her into a flat out sprint towards the seaside town. Blood thundered in her temples, sweat drenched her forehead and fear fuelled her muscles as only one thought occupied her mind:

*Get it away from meeee!*

*****

Back at Lori’s assigned quarters , a round grey face peered around the doorway with confusion decorating its insectoid features.

“Bug?” It questioned the air with confusion.

[Huntress Wizard]

As soon as the species’ name entered her mind, Roxxy’s chest seized up. She took a step backwards. Her head spun. Her heart raced like a wild Rapidash. She threw one arm out behind her, found a brick wall, dug her fingers into the indentations. The Electrike was picking itself up from where she had knocked it over, growling to itself. Sparks danced over its green-and-yellow skin. It felt like an Ekans had circled itself around her chest, and now every breath was a battle. The tips of her fingers tingled where they were pressed against the wall and curled into a fist at her side.

Breathe, she tried to tell herself. Deep breaths. You’re okay. It’s just a little runty Electrike. It hasn’t noticed–oh hell it’s seen you. The Electrike was indeed looking right at her and growling menacingly, hackles raised. Roxxy heard a chirp from her shoulder. Zeta seemed unsure of what to do. On one hand, her trainer seemed downright terrified of what she’d determined to be an Electrike. But on the other hand, the Zubat was terribly weak to Electric-type moves. So she stayed where she was, although she bared her fangs right back at the Electrike.

“Z-Zeta,” Roxxy managed to spit out, bringing the hand not clinging desperately to the wall behind her up to rub against her Zubat’s head. She took another step back as the Electrike moved forward, and her back hit the wall hard. Something in her bag dug into the flesh near her shoulder. She winced. Looking around, she noted distantly that no one seemed to see her predicament. Or, if they did, they were ignoring her. Just another freak having a goddamn panic attack because of a stupid little Electrike. How pathetic.

Mutt had been a bit preoccupied for the past minute cleaning a bit of dirt off his paw. Now, with one final lick, he raised his head and smacked his lips. With a soft whine he caught a whiff of fear absolutely pouring off his trainer. Some deeper instinct told him the yellow-and-green pokemon in front of her was to blame. The same instinct raised his hackles, curled his mouth into a snarl, and had him leap to defend his trainer with a growl and a sharp “Yen!”

“Trike, elec!” the Electrike snapped back. Roxxy’s heart slowed a fraction, and she was able to suck in enough oxygen to clear her head.

“Mutt?” she said. The Poochyena cast a look back at her, confirmed she was physically unharmed, and went back to menacing the Electrike. Without shifting her position, and doing her best to avoid upseting Zeta, she reached behind her and pulled out her pokedex. A couple of smacks against the wall later, she had Mutt’s move list. It seemed he’d learned a few new moves from the battle she’d had against that boy; Sand Attack and Bite.

“Okay boy,” Roxxy said, swallowing against a throat as dry as Hoenn's Route 111. “Let’s do this.”

This post has been edited by Huntress Wizard: Feb 16 2015, 12:35 PM