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Lost in Lenolia
Ganymede
post Aug 29 2010, 12:51 PM
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The buses were not conspicuous – Damian Ramirez had been very clear when he stressed that he wanted his son to travel in secrecy. The road crew didn't know exactly why this time was different – Cameron used to fly into his shows via helicopter – but with their jobs on the line, they complied without a whisper of hesitation.

Anything for Cameron.

Painted a nondescript shade of dark grey, no decals or logos to be seen, the buses trundled along the countryside completely unnoticed. They had started out from Petropolis on the early morning, finally reaching the outskirts of the suburbs sometime around eleven. By noon the familiar cityscape behind them gave way to flat plains and then, at one, softly rolling hills. At this point Holland pulled over Cameron's bus, the road crew's vehicle pulling up just behind them. A few large shade trees blocked them from the road, giving an opportunity for everyone to get a good stretch while they waited for lunch to cook. Shortly before two, ZZ stepped out of the first bus an announced that the food was ready. As Holland herded the hungry crew into what resembled a line, ZZ handed out the large yet simple lunches he'd made in the tour bus' admittedly small kitchen.

In stark contrast to the outside, the inside of the band's bus was lavishly decorated and screamed rock star. The dashboard and driver's seat were behind a large glass door, the kitchen taking up the wall opposite the stairs leading into the bus. Black vinyl seats lined the sides, a flatscreen TV mounted on each wall. Halfway down the bus there was another door, this time wooden – behind that lay the bathroom and the bed, covered in black sheets and kept dark most of the time. As ZZ handed out another box full of sandwich, soda, and chips to the head of the electrics, he turned to glance at the bored-looking teenager lounging on the right-hand seats.

“Sure you don't want anything, Ramirez?”

“I'm fine.” The boy's answer was short and clipped, his light blue eyes never turning from the television screen. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, ZZ quickly packed up another box. He was the newest member of Cameron's band, and earlier that day Holland had given him a crash course in what to expect from the spoiled star.

“For one, be nice to him. Arceus knows that'll be that hardest thing you'll do in your life, but one bad word from him and not only are we out of business, our reputation's gone too.” The young bassist ran a hand through his short, prematurely grey hair. “Second, don't talk about his old man in front of him. I know the kid looks like a pansy, but he packs a mean uppercut.”

Risking another glance down the bus, ZZ gave Cameron a once-over. Messy dyed hair. Typical “I'm richer than you” clothes. The only anachronism was the bright yellow Pokemon on his lap – the Pichu was holding a bowl of Grepa berries, shoving as many into his mouth as it could. His cheeks comically huge, it turned to poke Cameron in the stomach to show off his awesome skills. For the first time in the short two days he'd known the kid, Cameron smiled. Rubbing the top of his Pichu's head, his gaze wandered up the bus – and caught ZZ staring.

“What are you looking at?”

The drummer went back to making the lunch boxes.

“Why did Damian have to hire such a weirdo?” Cameron muttered, picking up the remote for the TV. Runner shrugged, attempting to shove another berry into his mouth. After a few tries he gave up, swallowing the berries stored in his cheeks before looking around the bus mournfully. Why couldn't they let Shep out? It was boring on the bus with nobody to play with. With a sigh the Pichu pushed the half-empty bowl of berries onto the seat next to Cameron's, sitting on the boy's lap with crossed arms.

“Hey, it's not my fault,” Cameron muttered, flipping the channel. “Holland was the one who said Shep would just mess up the bus. Go complain at him.” Runner sighed again, drumming his stubby legs against Cameron's lap.

After going through most of the channels the bus could get in this hick wasteland, Cameron finally gave up on getting any good TV and hit the PLAY button on the remote, hoping something good was on whatever DvD happened to be in there. There was a slight pause, and then music began to blare from the surround-sound speakers embedded in the walls. The guitar played only for a few seconds before switching styles, but the brief intro reminded Cameron of dancing Ludicolos.

”Is there anybody out there
That wakes up with a bitter taste?
It's the king that we put up there,
And he's a short way to fall from grace...”


“Hey,” Cameron said, startling Runner out of his moping. “It's out live show from last week. Remember that?”

”...hear it from the lost words
They say it's time that you lost your crown

Don't be so greedy
A dollar's a penny to you
When hearts are beating
Say what you want 'em to do!

Wasting away, I see you
When the top of the world falls on you
Finding a day, don't wanna be you
When the top of the world falls on you...”


The Cameron on-screen instantly stopped singing as the Cameron in the bus hit MUTE. The boy's blue eyes watched the recording of himself belt out invisible notes for a few more seconds before hitting STOP then OFF. Not a lot of his fans knew the meaning of the song – a few labeled him as anti-government, claiming the lyrics represented his dislike for how the brass in Diaoh ran the region. In truth, the song was about Damian – Cameron's sleazy, controlling father. Of course, Cameron couldn’t com out and just say that he hated his father; instead, he worked his loathing into the songs he wrote, hoping that someday, someone would get the message.

“Holland!” Cameron yelled, standing up. Runner tumbled off his lap onto the floor. “Holland, get the bus moving. I want to be in Gigarte on time for once.”





Frowning, Holland tapped the dashboard. The blinking light that used to signal that the road crew's bus was within a mile of them had gone out. Pulling the bus over, Holland stood, stretched, and looked outside the windshield. To the right of the bus stood a cluster of buildings, silent and foreboding in the fading light. As he watched, a Gastly drifted out of a broken window, the gases on its body illuminating dead grass and what looked like a puddle of acid. Wincing, Holland stood and turned to go wake up ZZ and Cameron. As soon as he opened the glass door, he was face-to face with Ramirez himself.

“Why did we stop?” Resisting the urge to tap his foot, Cameron gave his best glare to the bassist-slash-driver. He was tired and felt like yelling at someone – ZZ had taken the bedroom with the excuse that he had insomnia and that if he didn't have his Hypno put him to sleep twice a day, he'd pass out onstage. Likely story. Runner was dozing off in his arms, his large ears drooping. “This wasn't planned. We're not going to make it to Gigarte on time if-”

“We lost the road crew.” Holland said, speaking over Cameron. Ignoring Cameron's cry of “Hey, don't interrupt me!” Holland cupped his hands over his mouth and practically bellowed down the bus. “WE LOST THE ROAD CREW, ZZ.” There was a loud thud from the bedroom and the door flew open, ZZ's disheveled hair reminding Cameron of a Sandslash's spines. Holland gave a short nod towards the bus' door before opening it and stepping outside.

“You're kiddin' me,” the drummer groaned later, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. The three were standing a few metres away from the bus, ZZ's Hypno gazing around the area warily. “First the road crew goes missing, and then you park us in Lenolia of all places? This is nuts.”

“...Why is Lenolia so bad?” Cameron asked. Aside from the fact that it looked like a backwater town in bad need of a wash – seriously, he didn't know a town could stink so badly! - it seemed like an average place.

“Not now, Ramirez.” Holland said, waving his hand at the teenager. “Go back inside and sleep. We'll wake you up later. Anyway. We might have to turn around, I think they got confused and kept going south to Daas. You know how Dominic can't read a map.”

“Well, we'd better move on soon regardless. I do not want to be stuck here when the sun goes down all the way.”

Frustrated, Cameron turned and stalked back towards the bus. Who did they think they were, ignoring him like that? And getting lost, too! Bypassing the bus, Cameron made a loop around a gnarled and decaying tree, pulling his light blue cellphone from the Pokeball clip on his pants. Balancing Runner in one hand, he pressed the speed dial and waited for Damian's secretary to pick up. After giving his father a good yelling about hiring a bunch of idiots, he'd ask for a helicopter to Gigarte. Still walking, Cameron didn't notice as he passed the first few abandoned buildings of Lenolia, heading deeper into the city as the sun finally slipped below the horizon.

“Alright. Daas it is.” Holland said, clapping his hands together. “We'll be a few hours late, but maybe if we buy Ramirez something shiny he won't rat us out.”

“Where is the kid, anyway?” ZZ asked, following Holland and his Hypno back into the bus.

“Probably asleep. You know those rich bastards – always need their beauty rest. Besides, he's a terror when he's tired. Just leave him alone and everyone's happy.” Slipping into the driver's seat, Holland started the bus, pulled out onto the road, made a U-turn illegal in every region except Orre and headed back west to Daas.

Glaring at his phone – seriously, what sort of place was this? No reception? – Cameron trudged onward, unknowingly following an ancient, cracked alleyway into the heart of the city. Tossing the offending phone over his shoulder, Cameron turned around. He was expecting the bus to be there – possibly an angry Holland yelling at him.

All he saw was the dark alley, branching off into even darker paths obscured by the dead, looming buildings. As he watched, an enormously obese Stunky waddled across one of the paths, pausing to give Cameron a sleep look before continuing on, tail dragging across the ground. A small chitter from his arms tore his horrified stare from the road to his arms. Runner looked up at him, eyes watering. “Chu,” he whispered, sniffling.

“I don't know where we are, either. Want me to bring Shep out?”

“Chu!”

Reaching down to the Pokeball clip, Cameron pulled out a single Luxury ball, clicking the enlarge button before tossing it onto the stained stones that made up the alley. A puff of green smoke lined with yellow hovered in the air as the Electrike shook his head out, wasting no time in checking the surroundings. While hyperactive and little silly, Shep could turn deadly serious when Cameron and Runner's safety became an issue. Sticking close to Cameron's leg, he constantly surveyed the path as Cameron headed back the way he came.

“Holland!” He shouted, nearly tripping over a loose rock. “ZZ! Holland! Somebody answer me!” Kicking angrily at the rock, Cameron slumped down onto an old lawn chair that had been leaning against one of the half-collapsed buildings. “Dammit!” He swore. “Where is everyone? Shouldn't there be a search party? A helicopter? Something?” Shep and Runner could only shrug, the latter nearly in tears. Holland, at least, should know he was missing. He would tell Damian, and Damian would send half of Petropolis to recover his missing son – if not for the fact he made all the money for Damian, then for Elia's memory. The last wish of Cameron's mother was for Damian to keep her son safe; even if he hated Cameron, his love for Elia was strong enough for him to at least look for him.

Right?

”HOLLAND!” Cameron shouted again, slamming his fist into the building behind him. “HOLLAND! ZZ! COME GET ME!”

Deep within the city, cackling laughter emerged from one of the more intact houses. “Well, looks like we've got a customer tonight.”


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She was running, running into blackness. Her eyes were wide, and she could hear her own heartbeat, as well as her parent's screams. They were calling her name, begging for help. She had to do something. Her legs felt heavy and sluggish as she ran; as fast as she tried to make them move, they remained stagnant. It was as though she were running through a thick sludge. Ah, but amidst the blackness, there was a light! A small light, but flickering and hopeful, like a glimmering star in the abyss. Time passed slowly as she slow-sprinted towards the light; as slow as her trek was, every step brought her closer to her parents, as well as closer to a way out of the dark.

At long last, the light was in reach. As she reached out to touch it, the world around her became drenched in a warm, luminous red color. Closing her eyes and tilting her head up in sweet relief, she could practically feel the warmth trickling over her body. Only this warmth was...red, and sticky. Opening her eyes in surprise, she peered over her body. Blood was sprinkling like rain from the sky, and as she looked up, she saw the bodies of her parents, as she had seen in the crime scene photos. Screaming, she tried to flee, only to find that she was rooted to the ground. As she continued to be showered in the tiny droplets, she began to feel paper sticking to the sticky ooze on her body, and as she turned her face to the sky again, she discovered that the droplets were transforming into dollar bills, which were flocking, as though magnetized, to her body and sticking to the blood. Immobile, she watched, terrified, as the bills began to smother her, covering her body with layers upon layers of money. Her eyes darted back and forth in terror, looking down at the bills that were now covering her mouth and nose. It was becoming hard to breathe, and her vision was fading. As the world faded to black, she saw the distant flashing lights...was it an ambulance?

No...it was them, the cameras. They neared as her eyes slid shut, and as her consciousness faded, the realization that everyone would see her demise terrified her...


"NO!" she screamed, sitting up abruptly out of bed, clutching her chest and gasping for breath. Her eyes darted around the small room, her breast heaving as she gulped down vast quantities of oxygen. Turning her head, she recognized the sound of her alarm through the sound of her pounding heartbeat in her ears. Slapping it abruptly, her slender fingers traced back across the bed to rest at the pulse point at her throat. Her eyes flitted over to the mirror on the opposite wall, and she observed her haggard appearance. Sweat was glistening off of her bare skin, her pale skin coated in a sheen of glimmering terror. Her green eyes appeared worried, and her dark hair was tangled and matted from all of her tossing and turning.

As she viewed her appearance, she slowly inhaled a deep breath through her nose, and exhaled through her pursed lips, in an attempt to soothe her racing pulse. She closed her eyes, her brow furrowing in angst. The same dream...why did she keep having the same dream? She was used to nightmare, but this was the first recurring dream she had ever had. Used to studying the psychology of others, she began to self-analyze.

She could already determine the fact that, even though her parents' deaths were 9 years previous, she still was lacking a bit of closure in their demise, and was still traumatized by their brutal and senseless killings. This was obvious. Also obvious was the fact that she knew that money had caused their deaths, as well as the fact that through their deaths, she had obtained the same curse that had caused their premature expiration. Running through the dark? Well, that was because she felt like she was doing that on a daily basis, and desired nothing more than to bring her parents back, which was why she was running toward the chaos, instead of away. The paparazzi was just there because she hated paparazzi, she assumed.

Now, the true question came: If she understood the symbolism behind the dream, and all dreams really were were a hidden message from one's subconscious, then why did it continue to rear it's ugly head? There had to be something she was missing...

However, before she could even begin to scrutinize her psyche anymore, it became apparent that her commotion had not gone unnoticed. A rustling at the foot of the bed alerted her that the motley crew had been woken from their slumber, and were attempting to find out what the hell was going on.

Aria, the Shinx, made it up quite easily, worry in her little eyes. "Shinx? Shi-Shinx?" she mewled, pawing at Raven's hand that was now rubbing at her temples. Raven turned her head upwards to view the kitten, smiling gently as she ran her hand over the bumps and scars all over her body. The little shinx was quite sad to look at, her body torn asunder by a hit and run driver, left to fester in the streets. Even though her body was riddled with scars, her spirit was infallible, seemingly always in a chipper mood.

"I'm alright, Aria...just a bad dream." Raven soothed, smiling as Aria began to purr, sending a tingling of warm electricity through her fingertips. Another bit of scuttling was heard, as well as the disgruntled sounds and growls of a something under the bed. Suddenly, a ripping of cloth could be heard, and a very angry looking Totodile successfully used the part of the comforter that was dangling near the ground as a climbing utility, sacrificing part of the comforter to his claws and teeth. Raven couldn't stifle a grin as the Totodile attempted to shake a residual piece of comforter off of his claw.

"Requiem, are you making a mess?" she murmured, reaching over and pulling off the annoyance from his claw. "Dile." he responded shortly, turning his head to study his trainer inquisitively. His white right eye glared eerily from under scratched and scarred scales, and his face did not bear the typical happy smile that was so common of the Totodile breed. He waddled over to her, touching a claw gently to the tip of her nose, then touching his nose, with a reassuring "Toto...totodile." Raven rubbed the dented scales on Requiem's nose, nodding in response. "I know, Req'. I know that you'll take care of me. I just wish you could take care of me in the dream world, too...you'd think there was a rogue Drowzee around here or something." she murmured, looking to the sun rising outside the window. "I suppose we should make a day out of this, eh?" she queried, proceeding to stretch.

"Dile!" "Shinx!" came the excited responses.

Raven moved her feet so that they dangled off of the side of the bed, allowing a toe to touch the dingy floor, shivering as it's coldness travelled through her body like the first cold breeze of winter. Determined, she planted her feet to the floor, goosebumps travelling over her bare skin, causing her arms to wrap around her upper torso, her hands stroking her upper arms rapidly in an attempt to make the cold go away. She took the few steps to the shower, and began to run the water, waiting for the initial surge of dirty, brown, cold water to pass, and then waiting for the water to heat to a tolerable temperature, and then for the water to turn completely clear.

After the waiting process, and then the shower itself, she stepped out, uttering curses as her feet touched the creaky, cold floor again. She meandered, all the while drying off with her towel, over to her chest of drawers and proceeded to dress. She started with the necessary undergarments, then slipped on a pair of torn blue jeans. They slid snugly up and over her slender legs and hips, fitting as though they had been good and loved for a long time. She grabbed at a white wife-beater, slipping it on and tugging it down as far as it was capable of going, which was just below her belly-button. She slipped on some socks, and her black cowboy boots. She sadly noted that her boots were in a state of disrepair, and she would either need to get a new pair, or get these worked on...

Finally, she took her black jacket off of it's hanger, and slipped it on over her white top. She shook her arms a little to settle into it, the soft, pliable leather feeling very reassuring to her goose-pimply skin. She uttered a sigh of content, proceeding to pick up a brush and drag it through her damp hair, taming any tangles that still remained.

Heading over to her bedside table where her alarm, now silent, sat, she opened the drawer and retrieved a pack of cigarettes. Opening the lid, the sweet smell of tobacco hit her nostrils, literally making her mouth water. She was in the process of quitting, you see.

...It was a work in progress.

Removing one of the cigarettes, she tossed the remainder onto the bed and went to the window, opening it so she could lean out and view the early morning smog of Petropolis. The cool morning air was hinting at the faint scent of exhaust, already. She might as well add her own pollution to the atmosphere. Right as she was about to light, the tell-tale tearing of cloth was heard from the bed. Slowly turning around, she saw Requiem on the bed, attempting to pull out a cigarette of his own with his claw-tips. Raven smirked, reaching over and grabbing the pack of cigarettes out of reach of the Totodile. "Hey, Req. We're trying to quit, remember?" she stated, chuckling at the disgruntled look on his face.

She picked him up and put him on her shoulder, lighting the cigarette and inhaling deeply, savoring the taste and the warmth pouring into her lungs. She held the butt towards Requiem, who placed his scaly muzzle around it and inhaled as well, his eyes going half-lidded in relief. Raven couldn't deny him, it obviously helped him with his aches and pains in the morning, while she just liked the taste. Requiem exhaled the white smoke through his nostril-slits, and Raven proceeded to call him a naughty- fire type, to which he scowled. Turning around, she saw Aria sitting in front of the bed, watching the two of them. "What, you want a drag?" Raven asked, holding it to her. Aria sneezed and wrinkled her nose, sticking out her tongue-tip in disgust. "Shinx." she mewed softly, trotting over toward her water bowl. "You don't know what you're missing!" Raven called after her, turning her head to look out at the pink and orange sunrise. The dream still lingered on her mind, slightly deadened by her companion's antics and nicotine. Now, she just had to decide what she wanted to do for the day. Looking down from her 3rd floor apartment to the streets below, she saw that they were fairly empty for this time of day. It was Saturday, after all. It was decided.

Today would be a good day for a walk.

~*~


As Raven stepped out the door of her apartment complex, She fingered at the two poke'balls currently at her waist. She dearly wished that she could let them out, however, the public's reaction to such disfigured poke'mon weren't something she handled lightly. All of the rich pricks, with their purebreds and coat grooming and wealth and Contests...they had no idea the calibur of poke'mon Raven had; they simply looked down on them because they looked different. Requiem and Aria handled it fine, of course...Raven just had the strong desire to uppercut someone who looked at her friends in such a manner.

She strolled down the street, nodding at those she knew, ignoring those she didn't. Her hair was still slightly damp, forming into it's shape for the day according to how the wind breathed. She stopped to view the homeless, still sleeping on the streets, trying to escape the trials of that day for a little while longer. For every one she passed, she pressed a large bill amount into their tins, usually $100. She knew how much that seemingly small amount could do when you had nothing.

Her feet led her to an alley where she, herself used to sleep. The sunlight was so far up, now, up in between the buildings. She stopped, looking down at her old nesting place. She could recall how on cold nights, she slept covered up in newspapers...and the restaurant trash can down at the other end of the alley would be where she and the resident Meowth and Shinx would scrounge for food. She stroked the second poke'ball at her waist, smiling sadly, remembering how she found Aria that night, before she could even get a bite of leftover chicken down. It was after she found Aria that she found the apartment complex she now lived in, knowing that while she hated to pay for a place to live, she had others to protect, other than herself.

As she was reminiscing, she felt a heavy, rough hand clap onto her shoulder. Her body went cold, and she began reprimanding herself for falling into a flashback whilst lingering in such a dangerous territory. Her hand was still at her poke'balls, but she would rather risk herself than that of her friends; she knew some people on the streets would just as soon kill a poke'mon rather than battle. "I suggest you turn around, little miss." she heard a gruff voice say, and she breathed deeply, turning around slowly, her face showing no sign of fear. However, her stern face quickly spread into a relieved smile, and all the tension left her limbs. "Alfred Jarvis...you scared me half-to-death!" she stated, her relief evident in the laugh that followed after her statement.

She studied the man. The last time she had seen him, he had been wrapped in rags, starving, living an alley away. His form had filled out, and it was obvious that he had been eating well. His clothes weren't fancy, but he wore them with pride, and you could tell he had bought them himself. A wide smile split his face as he looked upon his old friend. "Well, it's all thanks to you. That little bit of "assistance" you gave me was enough to get me back on my feet...I actually have a house now." he stated pridefully, shifting his weight as he waved a hand towards her. "You look the same, actually. A little more tired than usual. You been sleeping alright?"

Raven's hand reached back and scratched the back of her head, and she shrugged. "Ah...not really. Been having nightmares...same one every night for a good bit, now." she answered honestly, keeping her eyes toward the ground, making it obvious to Alfred that she did not want to talk about it. He nodded with understanding. "Sounds like to me that you need to take a vacation, get out of the big city for a while. I'd suggest Lenolia." he offered, to receive a look of confusion from Raven.

"Lenolia? That's your idea of a vacation?" she asked curiously, crossing her arms and giving him a dubious look. "You either have already gone crazy, or you're a couple steps away. How could Lenolia be a suitable place to take a vacation?"

He shrugged his shoulders, a smile falling onto his lips. "Because I know you, Raven. You like quiet, Lenolia's quiet. Yeah, it's all polluted and what-not, but the surrounding areas are wide-open. You'd be close enough to a Poke'center if something went awry, but far enough away from people to where you could actually breathe and have some time to yourself."

Raven paused. His logic was sound...and it -was- about time that she thought about taking some time to herself. The city was getting to her a little more than usual, and who knows...the silence of Lenolia might inspire her Artist's Block. "I think you just talked me into a vacation, Alfred." she murmured softly, offering a gentle smile to her old friend.

She bid him good-bye, and, being as impulsive as she was, went straight to a Poke'mart, buying a cheap duffel bag, and stuffing it full of potions, a couple of antidotes, canned foods, salted meats and water, and also a map of Lenolia and it's surrounding regions. She paid for it via a check, choosing to keep the last $100 she had for an emergency, should it occur. Her mind was actually excited about the prospect of having some alone-time to herself. She and her poke'mon hadn't done anything truly exciting in a while...except for that time that she went out on a limb and bought everyone a steak dinner. Boy, she could still remember Requiem's face.

Before she knew it, she was at the bus depot. She paid for her ticket, and faster than she could comprehend, she was on the bus. As she took her seat, she rifled through her duffel bag, checking to make sure that she had everything she would need for a nice, long, camping excursion. Requiem and Aria poked their heads out of the bag, looking at her excitedly. "Dile!" Requiem stated with as much excitement as he could muster, before he was shooshed by Raven's fingertip on his nose. "We're not supposed to let you guys out of your poke'balls on the bus...so hush." she whispered, the Totodile nodding his understanding. She felt eyes on her. Slowly turning her head to the right, she saw a little boy who was giving her an odd look for talking to her duffel bag. Her eyes darted around, as though she were looking for who he was looking at, and then leaned over and whispered "You had better be careful. I think some people on this bus are crazy." She nodded sincerely, then turned around to look at the window. She smirked as she heard the boy uncomfortably shift in his seat. This was going to be a long ride.

~*~


"GET THIS DAMN THING OFF OF ME!!"

Raven awoke with a start, not knowing she had fallen asleep. She rose swiftly out of her seat to see what was going on, only to hit her head on the overhead bin. She winced, rubbing the spot and swearing under her breath, before her face paled to see the driver of the bus attempting to shake a very stubborn blue thing from his leg. As he swung his leg, she could hear the thing go "DILE...DILE...DILE!!" with every swing. Her eyes widened with realization.

Oh, shit.

"Requiem! Down! ...Off! Le'go!" she hollered, running over and pulling the Totodile from the driver's leg, shoving him back in her duffel bag with gusto. She looked down at his leg, and saw the red bloom from his sharp little teeth onto the driver's white pants. The driver saw this as well, and went pale with anger and fear. "I was just trying to wake you up, lady, when that...thing...attacked me." he stammered, looking up at her, and down at his leg in shock. Raven had a very displeased look on her face. "I'll assume we're here, then?" she asked sarcastically, wanting to take Requiem out of the bag so she could explain to him that she was not mad at him, and that he did not do a bad thing. The bus driver nodded, his face still pale and clammy with his shock. Raven heaved her duffel bag over her shoulder and wandered down the now empty aisles of the bus. She turned to the bus driver, and tossed him a couple of dollars. "Buy yourself a bandaid, or rub some dirt in it or something." she murmured, disgusted at how pitiful the man was acting for a couple of small puncture wounds. She had seen people bleed to death on the streets...you'd think he had been shot.

As she stepped off of the bus, she wasn't surprised to see no one climb on or off the bus; these buses arrived on a weekly basis due to the sheer lack of activity to and from Lenolia. The bus sped off, leaving Raven in a cloud of dust. Waving her hand in front of her face, she squinted through the dust. The eerie silhouette of Lenolia loomed before her. She heard two thuds, and Requiem and Aria were both out of the bag, scenting at the new area they were in. Their eyes were excited, and though it seemed like they wanted to go exploring, they didn't venture too far from Raven's side.

Then, the silence set it.

The rumble of the bus had subsided into nothing, and Raven observed the sheer silence of a dead city. The sound of a Kricketot could be heard far-off, and Aria's ears perked as she heard a pack of Mightyena even farther off. There weren't many poke'mon here, any she heard were far away. She did hear the eerie caw of a Murkrow nearby, but it echoed into nothing. Raven felt a pure delight at the sound of silence...practically laying her head back and inhaling deeply-

"HOLLAND! HOLLAND! ZZ! COME GET ME!"

She literally acked as she heard the young male voice holler, not too far away from where she was. An annoyed scowl fell onto her face, and both Requiem and Aria jumped, bristling with startled expressions. She readjusted her duffel-bag, stalking away from the shrill and annoying sound. The sound of laughter touched her senses, and she started walking toward the poke-center, a gleaming refuge in the darkness of the surrounding buildings.

"What's this? Two customers? And this 'un's a lady..." she heard someone say to her back, followed by a couple of cat-calls and wolf-whistles. She rolled her eyes angrily. They would surely have hell to pay if they thought that she was simply some naive traveller, that's for sure. Her eyes darted to where she assumed the first yell had come from, and she saw a richly dressed boy, looking as though he was about to throw a temper tantrum. He was certainly in the wrong territory to do so, considering these kind of folk would turn his world upside down in a heartbeat.

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With nothing left for him to do in Petropolis at the time, Taggarty Lee had departed the bustling city behind him and headed east. He hadn't been particularly fond of all the buzzing city life, after all, he found most people infuriating. Now he was somewhat relieved to be back out on his own, strolling at his self-set pace as he made his way to wherever he felt like going. The original goal was Gigarte, where he learned that another pokemon gym waited, but after some thought, the sights lay on Lenoilia. Why? Well, he'd just encountered the "Sons of Lenoilia", having briefly been their hostage at the pokemon center. After a little asking around, he figured he'd check out the place himself.

During his walk, he pulled out an old cigarette case. Within were a flurry of old badges that he looked upon with a stab of sadness. These little relics from his past life were painful reminders of the loss of his former friends, the dragon pokemon. However, as he walked, he took the time to remember each of the battles he'd partaken in to earn these. There were 32 badges, all mismatched and out of order. He'd often just thrown them in there. Surely there'd be some organization to do later, but until then, he neatly deposited his new Twilight Badge

* * *

The trip to Lenoilia had taken a little bit of time, and after a few rest-stops here and there, a wrong turn at Albuquerque, Tag finally arrived at what he figured was Lenoilia. Perhaps it was the morose, sobering atmosphere of a place that was overwrought with pollution and crime. Most of it seemed just like a ghetto now, and it was downright depressing, even for the usually stoic Tag.

As he walked into the 'city' grounds (he didn't think he could even call it that), he noticed a few people shuffle off. Clearly it was, in fact, inhabited. Perhaps the Sons of Lenoilia still lived here? Or perhaps they lived in Gigarte after having been displaced? He had no idea when Lenoilia had fallen into ruin, so the story could've been anything as far as he was concerned.

There did seem to be some rough looking people hitherto. Perhaps they were intimidated by Tag's hardened, tattooed face, but perhaps they were simply wary of travelers.

He had heard tell that there was a lone Pokemon Center there, so that would be his refuge for the night: At the very least it would keep him away from the various ruffians that seemed to be out and about. He was also curious about the black markets that seemed to be out and about, so he figured he'd check one of those out as well.

Naturally, once the thought crossed his mind, he noticed a couple of men moving some conspicuous looking 'crates' about, with a thick black fabric tossed over them. Straining his ears, Tag could just barely make out the sound of movement and noises from within them. Instantly curious, Tag approached the men, who were loading the crates into a building.

"Whaddaya want?" Three men stood there, all wearing rough-ish looking clothes, torn and patched in several places. The lead one, wearing an ankle length black duster cut Tag off as he approached.

Now, Tag was no idiot, so he figured he'd play it cool.

"Your wares. I'm interested." the flat tone seemed to settle the men down a bit. Tag certainly didn't look like an Officer Jenny, but they could never know for sure.

"Whatchya got on you."

"Money. Obviously. What're your wares?"

The three eyed him up, speaking in hushed tones to one another, before signaling him to follow. They indicated for him to go inside of the 'shop', continuing to move the crates in. Tag entered silently, eyed by six more men who were waiting inside the dilapidated building. The place had obviously been abandoned a long time ago, and made for a perfect hideout, with several adjoining rooms, and all the windows boarded up. Tag noted that they all had pokeballs of varying amounts, but they were also armed. Admittedly a bit nervous, Tag retained his stoic face as he leaned against the wall. He scanned the room quietly: Five of them were quite gruff, looking for all the world like road warriors or fallout survivors. The sixth, however, was wearing a business suit and sunglasses, standing out like a sore thumb. He stood there with an Abra, holding its hand as they stared intently at Tag.

"Shopper?" One particularly gruff man asked. The response was a single nod. "Copper?". Tag slowly shook his head.

"S'clean." a voice piped up. Naturally, the businessman had read Tag's mind via the Abra. "What're you in the market for today, sir?"

"Whatever was in those crates earlier. Sounded like Pokemon in there." Tag nodded towards the crates laying on the ground. With one nod to another, two men flipped off the coverings, revealing several carrier cases, each with a pokemon inside. Tag was visibly taken aback. The poor creatures were horribly mistreated, mewling and calling out pathetically as they pawed or bumped against the grates of their portable prisons.

"Which are you interested in today?" Sunglasses swept his hand over them "Today's shipment of freshly caught pokemon."

"Where are their pokeballs?"

"Ah, well these are all pokemon from the shelter in Petropolis. Their pokeballs are here with us" Another gruff man procured a briefcase. Popping it open, Tag noted a whole variety of pokeballs, each with a tag indicating which pokemon went with which ball. Looking back to the cages, he squinted to see that each pokemon had a corresponding tag...stapled to their ears. A sickening feeling gurgled up in his stomach as he noted a Growlithe, a Vulpix, a Bellossom, a Rattata, and a Pikachu, all with staples in their ears with the tags clearly showing. The rest in the carriers behind the front row probably had them too.

"Ah, you want to rescue these creatures?" Sunglasses spoke up again. Tag silently cursed: The abra had read his mind and transferred it to Sunglasses Suit. "Not by force, surely. Money is the only thing that will free them in this building. Lift a finger in violence, and my men will make sure you don't leave this place. Now, Mr. Lee." Of course he knew his name. Stupid Abra. "Kindly take your pick, and we'll settle on a price."

He approached the cages and watched as they all backed away from him, fearful...except for one. In the center cage, he noticed a Vulpix staring calmly at him. For a moment, he completely let down his guard, stooping down in front of the cage. There seemed to be a moment of understanding as he stared into its deep brown eyes.

"How much for this one." He pointed at the Vulpix.

"An excellent choice. This Vulpix is...$5,831." Tag winced. That would leave him with $200 on hand. He had planned on purchasing all of the pokemon so as to rescue them, but that dratted Abra had read his mind yet again. Wordlessly, Tag handed over the money, and was handed the pokeball marked H-7 for the Vulpix. He recalled the pokemon through the bars via return laser, holding the pokeball to his chest for a moment. "Thank you, Mr. Lee. Your business is much appreciated. Please to leave our premises immediately."

Tag cast a long stare over the remaining pokemon, a sad look appearing on his face.

"Touching, Mr. Lee. Just touching. Your concern for these pokemon is admirable. But ultimately, our business is ended. If you dilly-dally any longer, we'll make sure you regret it." Tag's face immediately turned into an angry glare at the boss-man in the suit. However, as he clipped Vulpix's pokeball to his belt, the other five men in the room, as well as the three behind him, all reached for their weapons. They obviously weren't playing around. With a sigh, Tag turned and left, leaving the black market 'store' behind.

* * *

Once a safe distance away from the pokemon center, Tag released the rescued Vulpix from its pokeball, watching as it immediately sidled up to him. Gently petting its head, he removed the little label, leaving just the little loop in the Vulpix's ear, forming something of an earring. It looked up at him, something like a relieved smile on its features. The creature was so unnervingly calm, but it also seemed to understand the situation entirely, which came as somewhat of a surprise. Tag had figured that it naturally would've flipped out and panicked at changing hands so quickly, but it seemed to have realized that existence with Tag was better than existence in a cage. He crouched down next to his purchased comrade, a faint smile etched on his face.

"Boy?" Tag asked, watching as the male vulpix nodded his head. "Then, Vulpix, I'll take care of you...shall I call you...Tobi?" The Vulpix scrunched his face a bit, then made something of an accepting shrug. "Okay then. Tobi. I'm Taggarty Lee. Or just Tag." Newly named Tobi beamed up at Tag lapping at his face. "I'm primarily a battle specialist. Do you enjoy battle?"

Again, the Vulpix made an indifferent shrug. "Well...I battle often, so I hope you get used to it. What moves do you know?"

Tag always preferred to let the pokemon show him what they were capable of, rather than relying on a pokedex or pokegear to tell him. Tobi hopped over a decent distance from Tag, performing his moves in quick succession with surprising grace. However, there were a few times were Tobi simply paused, his eyes glowing with psychokinetic energy with no discernible effects. Flipping out a little device from his backpack, he pointed it at his new Vulpix, reading the screen closely.

"Okay...Those were Disable, Hypnosis, Psych Up and Imprison?" Tobi nodded happily in reply. Slightly perturbed that he had to consult the little doo-hickey to tell him the moves, Tag was still nonetheless amazed that Tobi had such a variety of non-damaging moves, which were obviously the staple of his battle style. "Well then, I think we'll get along just fine." For the first time that day, Tag allowed himself a fairly bright smile as his new Vulpix trotted up to him. He returned Tobi to the H-7 Pokeball.

He hadn't yet learned much about Lenoilia, but at least his trip wouldn't be in vain. He had rescued one pokemon from the clutches of black market trade, surely there'd be time to rescue the rest.

However, his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a voice yelling "Olland! Holland! EASY! COME GET ME." It didn't quite have the weathered, beaten sound of a Lenoilian denizen...in fact, it sounded kind of bratty. His first instinct was to just leave the unnecessarily loud, kid-sounding voice be, but the idiot was sure to attract attention, and most likely of the armed people who were still potentially nearby. Rolling his eyes, Tag moved towards the screamer with all the intent of a grudging good Samaritan.

Sure enough, there was a skinny, platinum blond in "I'm richer than you" clothes looking like someone had just stolen his silly bands...or whatever it was that kids these days were into. For true, he stood out like a sore thumb, and was more than likely going to get himself mugged.

Nearby him, a shorter girl appeared to be approaching as well. She seemed more normally dressed (mostly because she wore almost the same outfit as Tag: White Tank Top, Leather Jacket, Jeans and tattoos. Hers were simply more girly.)

Hands in pockets, he stepped into plain sight of the two. "Hey. Noisy Kid. Shut up." He stated firmly "Keep howling like that and you're apt to get yourself killed."


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It didn't take Cameron long to realise that while mostly abandoned, there were definitely still people living in the ruins of Lenolia. Now that he was actually listening to the white noise – more to see if there was an answer to his cry for help than anything – he could hear the faint noises of life nearby. Somewhere behind him a Murkrow cawed, sending a chill down Cameron's spine. Something howled in the distance – probably a Mighteyna or Houndoom.

And then there were the sounds of humans. Slow, guttural laughter. The fast-paced banter of an argument. Shep gave a little half-whine half-growl, pressing close to Cameron's leg, his eyes darting around the dark alleyway. Runner had given up any semblance of self-control and was now sobbing into Cameron's shirt, nubby hands balled into the no-sweat fabric. Pulling the Pichu off and fixing his high, blue-lined collar, Cameron readied himself for another shout.

"Hey. Noisy Kid. Shut up."

Startled, Shep let out a bark and dived behind the lawn chair, Runner hurriedly following suit. Cameron shot out of his seat, tossing his head slightly to get his hair out of his face (a lost cause). There was a man standing in front of him – tattooed, wearing leather, very intimidating. The young star felt his voice die in his throat, replaced by an awful choking noise. Oh, shit. This guy's gonna mug me. Or kill me. Or both. Desperately wishing he'd kept that damn cellphone, Cameron swallowed the choke and gave the mugger his best “don't mess with me” glare. It wasn't all that useful, but if worst came to worst he could just throw Shep at the guy and make a run for it.

A slight noise behind him caused Cameron to turn his head, and the last of his bravado quickly crumbled. A pretty girl stood on the other side of the alley, wearing clothes very similar to the mugger. Even worse, there were two Pokemon at her side – a Totodile and a Shinx. A gang. I'm screwed. Shep growled, slowly inching out from behind the lawn chair. Facing the girl, he lowered the front half of his body to the ground, raising the crest on his head. Small crackles of electricity darted around the crest, a Thunder Wave at the ready if needed. Still tearing up, Runner leapt onto Cameron's shoulder with a soft cry and clutched at his neck, looking for all the world like a very small, very yellow Whismur.

"Keep howling like that and you're apt to get yourself killed."

“Listen, I don't know what you want.” Cameron tried to keep his voice level and free of fear – not an easy task with a terrified Pichu attempting to wring his neck. Prying Runner off his shoulder, the teenager took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “My father's a big name in Petropolis. If you leave me alone, I'll put in a good word for you guys. Maybe even a reward. Just don't kill me, alright?” Not the best plan in the world, but Cameron had learned that bribery – especially involving money – was a nice incentive to get dangerous people away from you.

Before Cameron could continue on his plea, A rough voice sounded from farther down the alley. “Well, well, boys! Look here; we got both customers – and a new one!” Perched atop a nearby roof was a grinning man, his face shadowed and gaunt. A mess of stubble layered the bottom half of his face, failing to cover a long, thin scar carved into his cheek. If he did have any hair – which Cameron didn't suspect, and if he did, it was probably a stringy mess – it was hidden under a smudge-grey bandana. There were two more men behind him, both dressed equally as sloppy as the first. A Koffing hung in the air beside the leader, belching a foul-smelling smog into the alleyway. Pulling his high collar over his face, Cameron took a careful step to the side. A branching path was a stone's toss to the left, and if he could just get there unnoticed...

“I'unno, boss.” The shorter of the men muttered, scratching his chin with badly cracked nails. “Th' girly and the big guy don' look like a good catch. Th' kid, though...” An evil grin pulled at his sunken cheeks, sending a tremor up Cameron's spine. Stuck between two different gangs – great. These guys made the howling masses of fangirls back home seem like newborn Growlithes. Where was Security when you needed them?

“We'll get to him, don't worry.” There was a sharp gleam in the leader's eyes, somehow visible in the near pitch-darkness. Runner gave a small wail and clutched at Cameron's shirt again, his red cheeks beginning to spark with nervous energy. The last thing Cameron needed was to be paralysed in this stupid abandoned city with a bunch of muggers. He was definitely going to fire Holland when he got back to Petropolis – if he got back.

Don't be stupid, he chided himself. They'll figure out I'm missing soon – maybe even now – and then Damian will come and get me. Preferably before I get killed.

“Alright. Clem, you take the girl. I'll get the big guy, and Stretch can hold the boy down while we get rid of the chaperones.”

“Uh, Petrol?”

“What.”

“What does 'chaperone' mean?”

The leader performed the perfect facepalm and promptly shoved Stretch off the roof. “Don't worry about that! Now hurry up and – oh, Arceus' crap! He's getting away!”

As soon as the bickering began Cameron had turned and made a beeline for the path, holding Runner close to his chest. Shep barked once and followed, giving Stretch a good Thunder Wave before turning tail. Just before he made it to the path, Cameron's expensive shoes – made for show, not running – found their way into a puddle that resembled what a sleeping Grimer might look like. With a yell he fell, landing rather painfully on his knee. Cursing, he grabbed a loose brick on the adjacent building and hauled himself up, twitching at the feeling of dirt on his pants. Not stopping to think about the dry-cleaning bill Damian was sure to lecture him on later, the teenager quickly started down the alley, yelling over his shoulder.

“Uh, I'll leave these guys to you two. Good luck!”

And he ran.





Both tour buses stood idling at the road's intersection, the crew and ZZ looking on with varying degrees of pain on their faces. They weren't the one getting chewed out, but they could all feel the blistering flood of words Dominic was receiving from Holland. Dominic's girlfriend looked especially worried, absentmindedly chewing on a lock of her coral-pink hair. She turned to ZZ after Holland finished his tirade on directional sense and Dominic's lack thereof and started on where exactly Dominic could shove the map next.

“You haven't seen Ramirez, have you?”

“Uh, no. I think he's still in the bus. Why?”

Anemone frowned, tapping her foot against the ground. “It's just...well, he's really bratty if he gets woken up. And he's a really light sleeper. Unless your Hypno Hypnotised him, he'd be out there giving both of them a reaming.”

ZZ felt a lump form into his stomach. It was true that Cameron hadn't emerged from the back of the bus despite all the screaming – and crying, as Dominic was now doing – and the more he thought about it, the more he frowned. It didn't take much longer for the lightbulb to go off.

“...Oh, shit. I think we left him in Lenolia.”





The alleyways were a maze, tangled with sickly vines and more poison-resistant weeds than Cameron could count. Constantly tripping on stray rocks or loose plants, Cameron's temper was starting to get out of control. After yet another face-to-face with a dead end, the boy finally stopped and hunched over, trying to catch his breath. Shep fell to the ground behind him, chest heaving with the effort of chasing his friend. Runner had long since succumbed to his terror and passed out, returned to his Luxury ball for a rest. After a few moments of heavy breathing, Cameron straightened up.

“There's got to be someone in this town who won't jump at me with a knife,” he muttered, looking around. There was only one path that wasn't collapsed; a small archway near where Cameron had entered the small space. Ducking under the arch, Cameron walked along the path at a much slower pace, his legs already burning with pain from over-exertion. Unbeknownst to the star, only a minute and a half had passed since his mad dash – it was now nearing eleven. One last turn and the passage opened into a wider alleyway...

...The one he'd ran from.

“Damn,” he said, taking in the four people in front of him. The big guy in the leather was standing between him and the thugs, with the girl still farther down the alley. Not good. “Uh, Shep? Do you smell another way out?”

“You're gonna need it, kid,” a raspy voice said behind him. Cameron froze, heart beating fast. Stretch must have had some amazing recovery skills (or a Paralyse Heal) to throw off the Thunder Wave so quickly. Cameron had a feeling the trick wouldn't work a second time.

Sprinting away from Stretch's grabby hands, Cameron dived behind the guy in the jacket. “Don't just stand there; help me! Do something!” Not like they would help after he just left them, but it was worth a try.
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Raven kept on with her determined march, pausing only briefly to kneel and talk to her companions. Requiem and Aria were both city-pokemon, and were visibly concerned, Aria more-so than Requiem. She turned to the scarred-up shinx who had fear in her eyes, and she stroked back the tattered fur and ears, looking reassuringly into her eyes. "Now, Aria...there's nothing to fear here. I promised I would never let anything happen to you again." she murmured, scratching the Shinx's ears gently. The Shinx offered a sheepish smile in return, the slanted scarring on her face wrinkling up into obvious relief. "Shinx!" she affirmed, mewling and rubbing up against Raven's leg. Raven then turned to the Totodile, who had seemingly raised a brow in disgust at his trainer. Raven chuckled, playfully shoving the intimidating looking 'Dile. "You should know better than to be nervous, Req'. You've been with me for long enough to know how good I take care of you."

Requiem snorted in indignation at the word nervous. It could plainly be seen in his eyes that such a word was never to be applied to such a fearless creature. He reached out his claw and touched the tip of her nose gently, returning the claw to touch his own nose. Raven smiled at his communication of security, mimicking the move right back at him. Something moved in the corner of her vision, and she turned her head to see a rather large man coming out of what she assumed to be one of the famed "stores" in Lenolia. Upon examination of the man's dress, her first thought was: "Wow...didn't know leather and jeans were such a fashion statement nowadays.", to which she looked down at her own clothes, her nose wrinkling. Did she really look that cliche'?
As she continued to study him, her brow furrowed in thought; he seemed to be a rather forboding individual...if not ruggedly handsome.

...She had a thing for tattoos.

As she saw the man pull out a poke'ball, she instinctively pulled her two poke'mon closer to her, watching him warily. It was unlike a trainer to spring an attack unannounced, but from what she had heard about Lenolia, she wouldn't be surprised. However, he seemed uninterested in her, and released the poke'mon from it's captivity. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw the disheveled, emaciated Vulpix. She had a love for the Fox Pokemon, and had a strong desire to have such an intelligent, beautiful creature as a friend. Aria, being the curious Shinx that she was, started to pull and tug against Raven, wanting to go visit the new fuzzy creature. "Shinx!" she cried in greeting, the shabby-looking Shinx wagging her chipped star-tip tail excitedly. "Hush, Ari..." Raven murmured, anger glinting in her eyes at the state of the Vulpix.

There are many people she would kill to save a Vulpix. She looked over at Requiem, who was staring at the man and the Vulpix coldly, an oddly human, knowing look in his eyes. He, too had been mistreated, practically left for dead at the banks of a polluted river near Petropolis in a trash bag. Since she had rescued the Totodile, she noticed that he seemed to take on the same worried, yet stoic nature when he saw injured or abused Poke'mon that she did. She also noticed that he bore an odd aggression towards other people of the male gender. Requiem's one seeing eye glinted with an inner rage; his unseeing eye shimmering deadly with a cold, white harshness. She could understand his anger, her own was boiling up inside of her like a seething cauldron of rage. How dare he treat a poke'mon that way! How dare-...oh.

Her gaze quickly softened as she saw him kneel and stroke the Vulpix, removing the cruel tag from it's ear and speaking to it in warm, gentle tones. She felt the tension leave her muscles as she realized that he had probably just rescued the Poke'mon from one of the notorious Black Market Poke'mon traders, infamously known for their mistreatment and poor handling of poke'mon. Some of the higher ranked groups were even known to operate Poke'Mills, using poke'mon only as breeding machines and supplying sick and diseased Poke'mon to owners who didn't know any better. However, by the way that the Vulpix was demonstrating his appreciation and affection for the man, she could rightfully assume that he was not one of those kind of people. Vulpix were extremely intelligent and highly perceptive of people, rarely captured by the wrong sort of folk.

She suddenly realized that she was smiling, and erased the tell-tale sign of emotion from her usually stoic visage. She couldn't help it, she enjoyed seeing poke'mon rescued. And now that she knew where the man had gotten it...maybe she could-

Slow, rough laughter filled her senses. Swiftly, she rose to her feet, eyes sweeping the area carefully. She admonished herself for being so foolish, leaving her back exposed in a place like this. How long had she lived on the streets? Her eyes landed on the richly dressed kid again, and her annoyance showed plainly on her face. Was he seriously going to go on screaming like an idiot? Did he -not- know where he was, and what territory he was in? She began walking his direction, her intense green eyes narrowed in slits of tried patience. With the noise he was making, he was going to get himself killed, or worse, endanger the life of her and her poke'mon. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was beaten to the punch by the other she had observed with the Vulpix.

"Hey. Noisy kid. Shut up."

She smirked as she heard the man say what she had been thinking. Actually, she had been thinking something along the lines of: "Why don't you yell louder, the hearse won't hear you. Then what shall we do with your corpse." Instead, she stood back and folded her arms, the Totodile at her side mimicking her movement, and Aria looking very confused and distracted by the quivering Pichu on the boy's shoulder. Raven didn't mask the sneer that fell on her lips as she observed the cowardly poke'mon. Spoiled brat must've paid a fortune for the yellow thing. Or, better yet, he must have had someone else buy it for him.

...That's how she always did it.

Raven's thoughts to her past were thankfully interrupted by the tall man's deep vocals once again. She looked at him with curiosity, shifting her bottom jaw to the side so that it gave her a contemplative look. Again, before she could think too hard, she heard the idiot-boy babbling on about how he would pay them, talking about his father's good name, yadda-yadda. She stepped forward, a seething rage boiling in her eyes. "Listen here, buck-o. You'd better pay a good mind to what this fella's sayin'. I don't give a damn about your money, or how shoved up the media's ass you and your father might be. All I'm sayin' is this: you put me or my friends here in danger, you will have something to worry about." she whispered, slowly inching closer to his face, her livid eyes shooting sparks. Her voice was oddly sensual in it's raspy, angry tambre, but she did not mean for it to be. In fact, there was something about her heavy southern drawl was very intimidating.

Poor boy. Little did he know, offering her money and flaunting his success through bribery was one of the few ways to pique the typically solemn Raven's unexpected temper. She doubted that he knew that she possessed, if not the equivalent, more than he could ever dream of owning monetary-wise, even though most of it had been given away to various rescue organizations and to homeless folks.

It was Requiem's deep growl and the encroaching shadow that surrounded them that snapped her out of her rage, and into a state of subdued caution. Backing up from the boy, she looked up to the rooftop and saw the gaunt man, eerily staring down at her and Cameron. She listened to their discourse, calmly thinking of a plan of action. These guys were nothing but cheap ruffians with no better tactic than to try and intimidate. Battle-wise, they were stupid; she had encountered their type on the streets before. She stifled a yawn with a slender hand, the Totodile and Shinx at her side simply twitching with excitement. Aria's scarred appearance made her appear to be more menacing than she was, the light of the moon casting shadows into the indentations in her fur, particularly into the one over her eye, giving the happy little Shinx an eerie glare. This would be a swift battle.

However, when the electrike used Thunder Wave, she was caught off guard, ushering her poke'mon behind her so she could take the brunt of the attack, if it reached that far. As she squinted her eyes shut, preparing for the shock, she could feel the static electricity tickle the tiny hairs on her face as the wave died out right before it hit her. Exhaling sharply, she opened her eyes to see the boy running off into an alley.

Now she was mad. Not only had he just broken two of her previously stated cardinal rules, he, a young man with poke'mon, was going to run from a battle. Stupid boy. She slid the tip of her tongue over the edge of her top row of teeth, the frustration practically sparking in her eyes. How the hell did she get involved in this ruckus? She was supposed to be here for a damn vacation. She scratched the back of her head, thinking of the irony of it all. She turned to the other, knowing he would probably be just as frustrated as she was for the boy running off. "Don't worry..." she stated, a smirk falling onto her lips. "He'll be back. He doesn't know these alleys." She turned her head towards the direction that he fled, and held up three fingers, eying them knowingly. "3...2...1..."

As if on cue, the boy sprinted out of the alleyway and dove behind the man, pleading for their help. Raven 'tsk'ed over to the boy, keeping her eyes on the targets ahead. "Does the Prince command us meager jesters to do his bidding?" she stated in a syrupy sweet voice, her profile showing that she was mimicking the voice with a simpering facial expression. Whipping her head towards him, she whispered through clenched teeth, her eyes and face now a mask of disgust and malice, "Not for you, kid. I fight for my friends. Not for you. You're the one who got us into this mess."

Quickly turning her head back to the nearing ruffians, she grabbed a poke'ball and summoned Aria back inside, positioning Requiem at her side.



Requiem!

The rough-looking Totodile snarled menacingly, back spikes bristling with aggression. The fun was about to begin.

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The boy in front of his seemed utterly pathetic. Tag noted that his mere appearance on the scene caused the kid to make pathetic noises, then make an equally pathetic attempt at a scowl. A tiny bubble of pity floated to the top of Tag's brain, making a little pop noise in his head as it burst.

The girl in similar clothing had come into full view, revealing a scarred Totodile and a raggedy Shinx. She didn't seem like the raiders by any means, and the tattoos Tag had noticed earlier were more artful than intimidating. She did look, however, just as peeved as Tag did, and in that sense, he felt an awkward sort of unspoken companionship with this fellow grump. At most, her pokemon did not look like major threats to his: He was convinced that he would be able to dispatch of the two visible pokemon in a short amount of time.

The noisy kid's pokemon were obviously pampered little pets, diving for covering and trembling piteously. It was clear that they weren't used to such terrain. To be fair, Tag wasn't accustomed to polluted, wasteland, ruins of what was once probably a magnificent city.

The Electrike stepped out and sparked dangerously at the girl, just as Tag finished his out-loud speaking. Her response actually drew a knowing smile to his lips. Once again, he felt appreciation for meeting someone with his mindset. She was a bit more outspoken than he was, of course, but her message was in conjunction with his.

"I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to help-" Tag managed to begin. However, three shadowy men appeared on a nearby rooftop, with a Koffing floating between them, its eerie Stepford smile evident as they looked down about the trio of travelers. They had called them all 'customers', and lumped the three of them together as catches. This, of course, was enough to convince him that the girl, her Totodile and her Shinx could be counted on as allies, at least against the trio ahead of him.

"Uh, I'll leave these guys to you two. Good Luck!" Tag snapped his head to the side at the end of the sentence, only to watch the platinum blond idiot teenager hurtle off into an alleyway, followed closely by his duo of electric pokemon. The electrike had fired off a Thunder Wave, briefly paralyzing the one called Stretch. The Leader, Petrol, acted quickly, using a procured paralyze heal on the paralyzed buffoon, who then ran off in pursuit of the kid.

"Stupid." Tag sighed. He heard the girl counting down nearby, and sure enough:

The kid re-emerged from the same alleyway, sans Pichu, and out of breath.
"Stupider" Tag muttered, shaking his head. He watched as the petrified fool essentially dove behind him, away from the man, Stretch, who had pursued him to begin with.

"Don't just stand there; help me! Do Something!" The kid was flailing behind him, essentially blubbering like he was on a shortbus to Hug School. Tag sighed, drawing two pokeballs. Part of him had been rearing to battle since he left the black market store moments before, and now was the chance to test it out.

"Please. Shut up." Tag snapped at the petulant man-child behind him. "I was gonna fight them already, but since you asked oh-so-nicely" he couldn't help the sarcasm dripping from his voice. The kid was already trying his patience, thereby adding to the list of people he'd met in Furoh who infuriated him.

"You. Tattoo-girl" turning his head to the girl, hoping she'd follow his lead on this one, he commanded: "You and your Totodile take the guy Clem, I'll take Petrol and Stretch here."

With that, he procured two pokeballs and held them forward, tossing them forward with a somewhat nonchalant grace. "Kyoko. Bachi." In a flash of light, Kyoko, his Oddish appeared before him, facing up against the grubby Stretch. She hopped about happily on the field, waving her frond to and fro, with her cheerful appearance in stark contrast to the more menacing Requiem nearby. Another flash of light heralded the arrival of Bachi on the field. He stomped the ground as he shook his pins in anticipation of battle. His spiky countenance alone was quite intimidating. He and his trainer watched as the leader, Petrol, descended from the rooftop by holding on to his eerily smiling Koffing as it floated down. In all honesty, he wanted to send out Tobi, to see his battle prowess, but the poor creature was so soon out of crated captivity, that he didn't want to subject him to further pain for now. A meal would have to come first for the Vulpix before training and before battle. For the meantime, he focused in on the battle before him, and tried to keep the sound of the whiny kid clinging behind him in the periphery.


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Still using the tall man as a means of cover, Cameron scowled. They didn't have to speak to him like that – especially the girl. Was she raised in a barn or something? Man. Cameron was ready to voice his complaints – of which there were many – until the tall man quite politely told him to shut up. “Ugh,” the boy groaned. He had to get stuck with the assholes. Oh, well – soon enough he'd be free of them and this stupid town, on his way to Gigarte. And after the show there was over, he'd fire everyone involved in this stupid mix-up. Maybe even before the show; there were plenty of musicians in Petropolis tripping over themselves to have a chance to play for Ramirez Music.

Petrol smiled at Tag, revealing a gold-capped tooth in the front of his mouth. “Well, well! Someone's got some guts here. Nice to see you're not a sniveling brat. Koffing!” The rotund Pokemon belched even more gas into the alley at his trainer's voice, thickening the already-heavy air. Cameron coughed through his collar. “I'd really rather not battle, but unfortunately my companions and I have fallen into dire straights. That cowering wreck behind you should be enough to pay our expenses, plus more – especially if he's who I think he is. You two will be a nice bonus. Maybe will get Clem a new set of teeth. That sound nice, Clem?”

“Yep!”

“Good.” Petrol turned back to Tag and Cameron, the sinister gleam in his eyes making the teenager’s blood go cold. “Ramirez, correct? Shame you didn't bring that guitar of yours. I heard it's worth quite the pretty penny. Golbat! Supersonic!

Cameron blanched, slapping his hands over his ears at the last second. The Golbat had probably been waiting in the alleyway from the start, spying on them. Creepy – and dangerous. The gigantic bat screeched, a nails-on-chalkboard noise that made Cameron's skin crawl and sent Shep into a howling fit. Stumbling into the wall, the Electrike shook his head and gazed, unfocused, at the bricks. Cameron didn't bother to see how the big guy's Pokemon were doing – he launched himself to the ground, avoiding the Golbat's wings as it flew through the cramped alley.

“Don't hurt the boy, Golbat. We'll get more cash if he's alive.”

Half-crawling, Cameron quickly grabbed a hold of Shep's tail before the Lightning Pokemon could injure himself further. Wincing as the Golbat's claws grazed his arm, the star pulled Shep away from the walls and back to his post behind Tag- hopefully, the bat would be discouraged by the big guy standing between it and its prey.

On the other side of the alley, Clem was busy staring hard at the Pokeball in his hand. He couldn't remember if it was a Glameow or a Meowth – honestly, what was the diff'rence 'tween th' two, anyways? - and he really didn't want to keep Girly waiting. Or Petrol, for that matter. The boss could get mighty angry if someone messed up, and if Clem messed up here, he'd be in deep crap.

“If you mess up here, Clem, you'll be in deep crap.” Petrol had warned him earlier. They had seen the boy enter Lenolia and after realising who it was, Petrol had assembled the team and told them the plan. Corner and catch; don't hurt the kid. Fairly simple, even for a guy like Clem.

Despite this, he was already screwing up.

“Aw, forget this,” he muttered, and tossed the ball in the air. The resulting flash of light revealed a rather scrawny Rattata. Clem blinked. He didn't even know he owned a Rattata, much less carried it around where he usually carried the Meowth (or was it a Glamoew?). Shrugging, Clem ordered a Quick Attack on the mean-looking Totodile. Hopefully a few hits would get the message across and Girly would surrender without fuss – he really hated fighting girls.

They usually kicked his butt.





“What do you mean, you broke the bus?!”

“I, uh, drove into a ditch-”

What.

“- and it, uh, just stopped working-”

“Oh, Arceus. Damian's gonna kill us.”

“- and, uh, I told Anemone to borrow a part from your bus to get it working again-”

“...”

“- and now they both don't work.”

“Dominic?”

“Y-yes, Holland?”

“I hate you.”





The Golbat swooped at Cameron again, completely ignoring the fact that a tall guy with tattoos and a leather jacket was in the way. Ducking and covering his bleached hair with his hands, Cameron nudged Shep with his foot. The Electrike was mostly alright now, with only a slight bruise on his head crest where he'd hit the wall. “Alright, use a Thunder Wave on that.”

“No can do, kiddo!” Pain lanced through Cameron's chest as someone pulled on the back of his collar, jolting his backwards onto the ground and away from the impromptu bodyguard. Dazed, Cameron paled again as he saw the skull-like, grinning face of Stretch above him. “You're fight's with me, not the boss.”

“What? But he was attacking me-

“Life ain't fair, kid. Yo, Grimer! Go get that dog before it's too much of a trouble.”

A puddle of sludge near a broken television suddenly came to life, dripping bits of itself as it moved surprisingly fast, making a beeline for Shep. Growling, the Electrike sent a multitude of sparks across the pavement at the Grimer...missing it by two feet. Its arm began to extend, the acid sliding from it sizzling on the street.

“Oh, crap,” Cameron muttered, getting to his feet. The Smokescreen was too thick and the bout of Confusion had completely thrown Shep off. Whining, the Electrike sent of another shower of sparks – missing once again. Grinning in a way that made Cameron want to throw up, the Grimer's arm lashed into the mud seeping between the cracked stone, sending a small brown wave at Shep. Unable to dodge in time, Shep fell to the super-effective attack, his bristled fur lying flat.

“You know,” Cameron said, his voice high and petulant. “When I asked for help, I didn't think I'd be the one fighting!” Angrily he grabbed Shep's ball and returned him, pausing to debate if he should send out Runner or not. The Pichu was probably awake now, but if he passed out during battle...”

“Oh, well. What the hell.” A flash, and the Pichu was clinging to Cameron again. With a sigh (inhaling quite a bit of smoke, which sent him into a brief coughing fit) he peeled the Pichu off and held him above the majority of the gas. Stretch laughed, seemingly unaffected by the fumes.

“Got a scaredy-rat, have ya? This won't take long, then.”

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Raven didn't utter a word as she heard the tall-man's command, she simply set her eyes to the task. She could practically feel the boy's look of disgust, and had the situation not escalated so quickly, she would probably be laughing at the poor kid. There was nothing she enjoyed more than making rich punks uncomfortable. However, being as the situation was becoming out of hand, she focused her mind on the task at hand. She began reviewing all of her training notes in her head, thinking quickly as to what moves she knew her Totodile maintained at his young age and the thought made her nervous. While she knew Requiem had been through the mill before, in other scenarios, he had never actually been in a battle. The closest to a battle he had ever been in was in playfights with herself or Aria, and while Raven knew first-hand that his Tackle and Water Gun threw quite a punch...the realization now dawned on her that this is all that it came down to; the trust between trainer and poke'mon. She could only hope, now, that Totodile would stay calm under pressure and react to her commands as deftly as he had in practice.

Her heart was pounding in her throat, as she stood prepared to battle. However, the longer she stood, the longer the leader kept talking. She actually straightened up a bit from her battle-ready position to scratch her head in confusion. This...wasn't how battles were described in the training manuals. Then again, she had already established that these were dumb street-punks who understood the gift of intimidation to be better than the gift of intelligence. She could use this to her advantage. She took the opportunity to swiftly kneel, and lock eyes with the Totodile, touching her fingertip to his nose. "We can do this, Req'. Just stay focused, and remember what we've worked for, okay?" she whispered, offering a gentle smile towards his direction. He reached out a claw-tip and touched her nose, his one good eye offering the same, honest glint. "Totodile." he responded, before she witnessed his eye dart towards the Golbat. As she heard the command of Supersonic, her instinct kicked in and she covered the ears of her Totodile, wincing as, though distant, the terrible sound of the confusing screech seemed to tickle her senses. Shaking her head brusquely, she rose to her feet, nodding sharply down at Totodile, who seemed no worse for wear. She threw her shoulders back, looking at the thug to whom she'd been assigned...and she wrinkled her nose as the guy was looking rather confusedly at the Poke'ball.

Oh, come -on-. This was just silly.

Finally, as though coming to a grand decision, he threw the ball, and as the flash subsided, she noticed a rather pizzly looking Rattata in it's place. Immediately, she felt sorry for the creature, who looked simply miserable and emaciated. Ignoring her urge to help the creature, she began running the facts she knew about the Mouse Poke'mon. Well, for one...she knew that they were Normal-type. A good start. Second, she knew that they had wicked speed on their side, and those teeth could deliver a nasty blow. So, even though this Rattata may look simple, she knew that it could still hurt her young Totodile. So, as quickly as the scant facts she knew ran through her head, she heard herself saying: "Requiem, be prepared to side-step or dodge, but also be prepared to take a hit. After he moves, use Leer--we'll see how that shakes him."

"Dile!" came the affirmative, and sure enough, the blur of a Rattata came dashing towards him in a Quick Attack. While Totodile attempted a very commendable dodge, he was no match for Rattata's speed and took a glancing blow to his shoulder. She winced as Totodile grunted with discomfort, but he gave her a glance that told her he was still up for battle. As his eyes locked on his target, Requiem's eyes glinted with Leer. It was truly an intimidating sight, with one, seemingly normal eye glaring with a fierce, adrenaline fueled intensity, but it was a completely different sight altogether with the glazed, pale eye shooting an almost dead glare towards the Rattata. Both eyes looked on with no fear, and Requiem even curled his lip up in a snarl for good measure. Raven felt a smile creep onto her lips as even she, one who had seen his Leer countless times in practice, watched the Big Jaw Poke'mon, send a thrilling chill down her back. She could only guess what the poor Rattata must be thinking at this point.

As Requiem continued to stare down his opponent, her periphery caught the drama going on to her side. It seemed that the tall-man could handle himself alright, and with the aid of that mean looking Nidorino, he should be fine. Her short attention span lingered on the happy-looking oddish, before the rich boy's whine snapped her out of her distraction. It was a complete mess over there, with a Smokescreen and the stumbling Electrike, who was quickly taken out by the disgusting looking Grimer. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the little Electrike...it hadn't really stood a chance. However, when the boy took out his Pichu, she began to worry. She hoped the tall man could handle himself over there, he wasn't sure if Aria and Requiem would last in that corner of the fray.

Turning her mind back onto her own battle, she realized that time seemed to be moving in slow motion. It felt like hours since she had told Requiem to cast Leer, and there he was, still glaring down an increasingly terrified looking Rattata. She figured that this must be the adrenaline pumping in her veins, and she called out Requiem's name. He acknowledged her with a flick of his scarred tail, still Leering at the Rattata. "Requiem, focus. Keep your reflexes at the ready, and prepare to dodge another attack, but brace for a hit. Also, prepare to use Water Gun." she murmured in hushed tones. Despite the noise of the battle, she knew that the 'Dile's disability had inadvertently heightened his hearing, allowing her to be more secretive in her commands and leave more to the foe to guess at. Requiem flicked his tail again in understanding, patiently awaiting the Rattata's move.



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Intimidation had never really worked on Tag. Factoring in the fact that he'd just defeated a very skilled psychic trainer who knew his name by prodding the ether, then it would easily become clear that the tattooed man was not moved by psychological power plays. In fact, he was usually the one forcing them on others. As the tallest in his motley group of makeshift allies, it appeared evident that he had been placed with the most responsibility. He watched carefully for a moment, studying Koffing, Golbat and Grimer, making no moves as Cameron scurried about like a beetle on fire. The enemy bat's supersonic screech did little to affect his pokemon, as they weren't really the intended targets From what Tag understood, the supersonic sound waves were mostly harmless, just annoying. It was the epicenter of the attack, wherein the thinnest beam of sound would impact with a pokemon's head, rattling the brain and causing momentary confusion. Once the screech subsided, Tag continued to watch Cameron with swiftly waning interest.

“You know, when I asked for help, I didn't think I'd be the one fighting!" The whining. Again.

"No one asked you to fight." Tag cast a frightening glare at Cameron, in hopes that he'd just shut up. "If you'd recalled your pokemon, they wouldn't have anything to attack: They want you unharmed. Weren't you listening?" He watched hopelessly onward as the petrified Pichu appeared, but found himself caught up in just how cute it was.

He heard the tattoo girl nearby him muttering at her Totodile, evidently named Requiem. It seemed a little garbled and unnecessarily long for a command to one pokemon facing a Rattata, so he offered some advice.

"Too many commands" Tag shook his head. Apparently, she was a novice too. "Learn to simplify, that way you can easily adapt to the flow of battle." The advice sounded sage. He hoped it made some sense at least: He needed her to keep Clem occupied. Once he'd mopped the floor with Petrol and Stretch (Yes, he still fully intended to take on Stretch as well), he'd help her turn the tides on Clem, though from his bumbling sort of personality, she would probably fare well. However, the last thing he needed was to be the only viable battler against the three goons.

Then, once the moment was right, Tag went to work. In one swift motion, he un-clipped another pokeball and dropped it on the ground, revealing Suzu, his Ledian.

"Kyoko, Worry Seed on Koffing. Bachi, Horn Attack Golbat, Suzu, Encore on Grimer."

The precision of the attacks was a sight to behold. At once, each of the commanded pokemon initiated their attacks in terrifying tandem. The first thing to note was the powerful leap from Bachi the Nidorino. His legs planted firmly before he pushed forward, slamming with incredible force, horn forward, into the flying bat. Shrieking, the pokemon went reeling back, slamming into a wall with the force of the impact. It shuddered for a moment before returning to the air, incredibly shaken, but still in fighting form.

The next thing of note played on Tag's veritable experience. The worry seed, a seldom used move, impacted the smiling Koffing. Upon impact a small pink flower bloomed, conjuring the image of Koffing the tango dancer, or Koffing in a pretty bonnet. However, with its Levitate ability suddenly switched to the Insomnia ability, Koffing plummeted to the ground, essentially unable to stay quite aloft without the aid of its ability.

Elsewhere, Suzu flashed into view in front of Cameron, buzzing dangerously as the Grimer approached. As her beating wings buzzed in the air, some of the smoke from the smokescreen gently drifted aside, giving Runner and Cameron a little room to breathe. Meanwhile, she clapped her hands enthusiastically, as if cheering on the Grimer. While again appearing to have no effect, a more subtle, unnoticeable one had taken place.

"Golbat, Wing Attack! Koffing, Smog!" "Grimer, Pound!" the commands echoed out in the ruined city, filled with the sound of desperation as the two ruffians had suddenly been put on the defensive by Tag's opening barrage.

The wobbly bat swept forward, striking Bachi with a powerful swoop. However, it reeled back in pain, having evidently done more damage to itself by impacting with Bachi's horns. Bachi, however, did not escape unscathed. He winced in pain as he took a pace or two backwards, reeling from the blow.

Grimer, meanwhile, hastened to obey its master's command, but in lieu of reaching up to slap the opposing Ledian with its slimy hand, it simply hurled another glob of mud at her. The attack sailed gently underneath her and landed in a messy pile at Cameron's feet. Suzu looked quite triumphant, as her encore attack had worked wonders once again. Now with Grimer locked into Mud Slap, she could attack without fear of a counter.

Laying on the ground, the pink flower still in adornment on its poisonous body, Koffing spat out a cloud of thick smoke, arcing towards Kyoko. However, the desired effect clearly did not take place. In fact, as the cloud floated around Kyoko, she calmed down in her dancing, closed her eyes and smiled. A faint "jolt" sound was heard, and suddenly she was enveloped in a white light. Tag watched on with the tiniest of smiles alighting upon his face. Kyoko was evolving. She grew upwards in silhouette, her little plam frond curling downwards, forming several 'balls' of spongy plant flesh. A few other leaves grew out, forming little trailing 'ribbons'. Lastly, her plump little body sprouted a tiny pair of arms, waving about with a new found sense of freedom. Once the bright light cleared, only smog could be seen. Once that gently drifted away, in full bloom was an adolescent Gloom. Kyoko now looked something more like a Rafflesia plant, and had the accompanying noxious smell. Tag's smile subsided for the time being; he would celebrate the evolution after the precarious situation was over.

"Suzu, Comet Punch. Bachi, Fury Attack. Kyoko, Stun Spore!"

Brimming with confidence and all the verve of well trained fighters, the trio of Tag's pokemon once again threw themselves forward. Suzu in a flurry of rapid punches aimed at the Grimer, Bachi with his horn flashing dangerously at the Golbat, and Kyoko's Stun Spore, more potent than before, wafting towards the grounded Koffing. It appeared that Tag's pokemon had gained the upper hand in the battle.

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Clem's Rattata was trying very hard not to wet itself. This is quite a lot harder than it seemed - after all, a half-blind Totodile was giving it the evil eye. The Rattata was young and knew little about the general ways of the world, but it knew enough to (correctly) guess that the blue reptile in front of it was a little higher on the food chain and that bad things would happen to it if it continued to cower on the alley floor.

"Rattata! Don' jus' sit there, attack again!" Startled, the poor rodent jumped a mile.

"Ra," it squeaked. And then it charged.

On the other side of the alley, Petrol was very close to tearing someone's hair out. He'd underestimated the tall one - he obviously knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. A short growl, similar to one a Poochyena might utter when deprived of food, escaped his throat and he decided to even the playing field a bit. Koffing was almost done for; Stretch had only the Ekans left when the Grimer went down. And from the sounds over on the girl's side, Clem's Rattata wouldn't be long for the battle. Reaching into a sewn-on rag on his grubby jacket that served as a pocket, he pulled out a Pokeball.

This Pokeball was black and shiny, crossed with gold lines - remarkably similar to the Luxury balls Cameron kept Shep and Runner in. The only difference was the fact that the release button on the front looked cracked, a sickly purple light emanating from within. He was a little wary of using what lay trapped inside - he'd gotten it by less-than-favourable means, even for a thief; and it hated him and everything else in the world with an intense passion - but it could ensure him an easy victory if he played his cards right. Raising his arm, Petrol took careful aim, eyeballing the spot in front of where the rich brat stood. Without fanfare, he threw it into the fray.

Runner had always had a weak constitution; odd for a species touted as brave and loyal. He'd much rather prefer to sit on a couch or bed and eat Grepa berries all day, maybe taking a break to play chase with Shep or cuddle with Cameron. He didn't ask for much and, in return, he simply wanted the world at large to stop trying to scare the everloving crap out of him.

The long, multicoloured Pokemon in front of him nearly knocked the Pichu out when it appeared. Four-inch-long red fangs, a gleaming, poison-tipped tail - every rodent's worst nightmare. Ears pressed close to his head, Runner let out a long, keening wail and tried in vain to dig through Cameron's arms, into the ground, and through the earth to a nice deserted island populated only by Grepa trees.

Cameron, on the other hand, was trying to keep his terrified Electric Mouse from clawing his arms into bloody pulps.

"For the love of Arceus, Runner-" The Pichu tried to dive into the low v-neck of his shirt, both tickling the teenager and giving him a set of scratches. "-get off of me and attack the damn thing!"

Wrenching the Pichu off of him and onto the ground, Cameron felt a pang of guilt at the look of abject terror on his friend's face. "I'm sorry," he muttered quickly. "But the sooner we get rid of these guys, the sooner we'll go home. And you can have all the berries you want, and Terry will give you a nice hot bath." Terry was Cameron's mother's sister - a kind woman, if disapproving of her sister's choice in a husband. After Elia's death she'd left her job as a Nurse Joy-in-training and became more or less Cameron's nanny. She was the only person he actually cared for and he often left his Pokemon with her while he was busy. Runner loved her because she let him have as much food as he wanted.

"Chu," he sniffled, turning to face the Seviper. It glared down at him coldly, no light in its eyes. He's much rather fight the Grimer, but the Ledian seemed to have that particular Pokemon under control. It was slapping somewhat uselessly at the ground, unable to move even as the Bug-type sank her fists into it's soft body. The Golbat, too was getting quite the beating, shrieking as a sharp horn grazed it's wing membrane. Taking a deep breath, Runner attempted to steady his nerves. Think about the berries.

It didn't work.

Before the Pichu could turn tail and hide behind Cameron's legs, the Seviper lashed out with it's gleaming tail, sending a line of hissing purple acid through the air. Thankfully for Runner, the Poison Tail attack missed, spraying the acid along one of the crumbling walls. The blade-tail itself landed with a dull thud in the ground, no expression apparent on the Seviper's face as it tried to wrest it out. Seizing his chance, Runner squeezed his eyes shut and bent double, concentrating hard. Pressure built up in the sacs on his cheeks, creating a halo of sparks around his head. A hellishly impressive - but rather weak - Thundershock zapped from his cheeks to the Seviper, sending the snake into a writhing fit. While young and not nearly as large at it would someday be, the Seviper was still longer than an Ekans and his convulsions both freed its tail and sent Runner flying. Stumbling over himself, Cameron stretched out his arms and not-so-gracefully caught Runner, cradling the Pichu. A dark bruise was beginning to form on his small body. Cameron resisted the urge to bite his lip.

"Can you try another Thundershock? A stronger one?" Runner blinked and sat up, repeating the process from before. "Wait, not in my - ow!"
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The situation was rapidly changing. The leader of the lot, Petrol, had unleashed a third pokemon onto the field, with his Golbat and Koffing. Thankfully, the chosen target was the terrified Pichu. To be fair, while Tag had the lion's share of the situation under control, he wasn't sure how he could fare the oncoming Seviper on top of it all. He did, however, have to supress a bit of a chuckle as the kid essentially got himself shocked by his own pokemon's attack.

"Idiot kid, have Pichu use Thunder Wave. Remember, Pichu are not adept at their electric attacks: They do some damage to themselves in the process." he essentially barked over at Cameron, attempting to micro-manage that end of the battle as well. The current thought was to summon Tobi to the field to help even things out, but a harsh pang of guilt struck him once more. He surely didn't want to send the newly rescued Vulpix into battle with an opponent as dangerous as a Seviper. He reiterated the thought of a hot meal and a fur combing for Tobi before any battle.

Tag observed closely as his Pokemon beat the living snot out of the Stretch and Petrol's. Suzu's Comet Punch was a nonstop barrage of her adorable white fists into the sludgy body, and ultimately it succumbed, futilely flinging one last patch of mud to no avail. Kyoko had wrapped one of her rafflesia ribbons around Koffing, slowly draining its energy away. Without commands, it simply spewed useless smog at the Gloom, who simply absorbed back any energy from the Koffing with her Mega Drain. All the while, she absorbed some of the smog as well, her stench seemingly all the more noxious. Bachi's horn had wreaked some serious havoc on the Golbat, who after barrage after barrage from his Fury Attack, lay on the ground, unmoving.

Cursing audibly, Stretch recalled his slime pokemon to its ball, releasing an Ekans in its stead. The thought in Tag's head, naturally, was that he hoped a Meowth was in the mix too. Why he thought this, however, eluded him completely. Perhaps he simply imagined that he had to prepare for trouble, then make it double. Upon the arrival of the Seviper, Petrol had recalled Koffing and Golbat, since they bore no more use to the battle at hand. However, the battle took a turn for the worse. The Ekans appeared in the stead of its fallen comrade. Tag made a slight error in repositioning his pokemon. Perhaps his confidence had gotten the better of him this time. He issued the commands for Suzu to aid Pichu against the Seviper, ordering a Supersonic. Hopefully, the Pichu had used the Thunder wave, and between the two, a proper para-fusion combo had taken place. However, the venomous tail had lashed out, slashing Suzu across her torso (Thorax?), and she reeled back, wailing in pain. She took a knee on the ground, and appeared to be shivering from the poison. It was okay, as her quick reflexes had saved her from being vivisected at the waist. However, the poison seemed quite potent, and Tag found himself visibly worried about her condition. Bachi and Kyoko had elsewhile taken up the fight against the Ekans, however, at the issuance of a Glare attack from Stretch, Tag watched as Bachi stood there, more than likely petrified with an induced terror by the Ekans. With Suzu poisoned and Bachi paralyzed, he had only Kyoko in full form, and her forte was inducing status, not dealing damage, especially since the Poison type foes were somewhat resistant to her Grass and Poison attacks.

Hopefully, for him, the para-fusion had taken place on Seviper, which would no doubt be a fine boon to that end of the battle. Not wanting to see his compatriots hurt further, he recalled Suzu and Bachi to their pokeballs. In his mind, the battle would conclude shortly, allotting him time to head over to the pokemon center and heal his friends. In the meantime, however, he drew out the H-7 marked pokeball.

"I'm sorry." he muttered softly as he dropped the ball on the ground. Tag's newest team member, Tobi, appeared on the field, nonchalantly sizing up the enemy Seviper with his deep, calm, brown eyes. "Tobi, Disable. Kyoko, Sleep Powder" Psychokinetic energy flashed upwards as Tobi flared his six tails outwards. A flash appeared from his glowing eyes, washing over the Seviper momentarily. Petrol ordered another powerful Poison Tail, only to find the Seviper not responding. Tobi had shut off access to the attack, disallowing further use for the time. At the other end, Kyoko's pink spores drifted over Ekans, causing its eyes to droop, then ultimately close as it curled up on the ground, asleep. Two major threats currently averted.


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Raven didn't respond to the tall man, after he offered his advice. That didn't mean that she wasn't listening, it simply meant that she was still focused on the task at hand. Her nose wrinkled in pity at the cowering rattata, but she could not stand to sympathize with this poke'mon, at least not until the battle was over. She had to stay focused. As the Rattata made it's feeble charge, Requiem easily dodged out of the way, the poor poke'mon's feeble attack not matching the Totodile's focus and energy. Before the Rattata hit the earth, Totodile's Water Gun was employed, and the now saturated Rattata went caterwauling into a nearby wall. Raven winced as the thud and squeak of the Rattata ended the short battle.

Clem stared, shocked at the Rattata's immobile corpus. Both he and Raven stared at the motionless poke'mon for a bit. As Raven witnessed the twitch of a tail, she breathed a sigh of relief, but she could hear Clem whisper a "Yes!" as well. Her initial thought that he was joyful that his poke'mon was still able to move was quickly thwarted, the brute reaching over and picking up the dripping poke'mon and laying it back in the field of battle. Raven's mouth literally fell open in shock and disgust, a tear of angst forming in her eye. Her eyes met with that of the injured, emaciated mouse poke'mon, and she gnawed her bottom lip in an attempt to keep her anger inside. The poke'mon's eyes glinted a very human despair, and she couldn't tell if the droplet dripping from his muzzle was a tear or a residual effect of the water gun. The breathing on the poke'mon was weak and haggard, and he couldn't even hold his own weight up on his tiny feet, he simply laid there, splayed on the ground like a discarded doll.

"...Recall him." she whispered, tasting bile in her throat. She could not take her eyes away from the fallen poke'mon, her memories vividly recalling a time when she herself had looked like this...only that time, no one had helped her. As she was brought out of her memory, her vision cleared from it's misty haze, the tears that had built up in her eyes dripping out as she blinked away from the Rattata's limp body. Clem's laughter was what brought her out of it, really...in his intelligence, he was proud that he had made a girl cry, especially one that looked so intimidating. Moreover, he thought he had won, even though his poke'mon was immobile in the field of battle. "Recall him...!" she rasped again, her voice catching in her throat, the nauseated feeling she had felt earlier only being amplified by the rage she was feeling. Requiem almost seemed to look regretful, as he too stared at the Rattata, gnawing on his lower lip with sharp little teeth.

The longer the Rattata laid there, and the louder Clem's laughter got, the more enraged she became, her fists turning white-knuckled, her fingernails digging deep into her palm. Her green eyes glinted with anger, and before she knew it, she hoarsely called out her demand again, unable to continue looking the small poke'mon in the eye. The expected laughter ensued, and with a very inhuman rage, she sprinted over to Clem and knocked him squarely in the jaw, her knuckles embedding deep within the joint between his lower jaw-bone at the rest of his facial bones. Clem's eyes went wide before the impact, his cackling mouth in a small 'o' shape as his fist collided with a very painful pressure point on his maxillofacial bones.

Raven's rage subsided with this very necessary outburst, however unconventional her methods had been. As Clem, whooping and hollering rubbed and clawed at his face, trying to make the pain go away, Raven rushed over to the Rattata, gently picking the Poke'mon up and cradling it in her arms. Her finger reached out and stroked away the tuft of hair that fell into the gaunt Rattata's face. With contrasting caring and softness, she used her deft fingertips to smooth out the ruffled and skewed fur of the rodent, all the while, looking into it's eyes and uttering words of reassurance. Her blood ran cold as, even though she was trying to comfort the poke'mon, she received no measurable response from the creature. He stared at her as blankly as if she were staring into a doll's eyes, and took no comfort in the words or gentle touches. Even when a potion was applied, and a berry given, the poke'mon only tilted it's head in a sort of confusion, as though it was unsure how to react to kindness. Raven had seen this before, but never to this extent. The sadness was reflected on her beautiful features, and as she felt a sprinklet of rain on the back of her hand, she wrapped the poke'mon up in her jacket, nestling against her warmth. Her eyes fluttered over to the man in leather, her distress evident.

"Oy, that poke'mon's mine, girly!" Clem hollered, his hand clasped over the swelling protuberance on his jaw. Her fist had left quite a nice raspberry. This pleased her. She looked down to Requiem, who was giving her a worried stare, and then she looked back at Clem with a heated gaze. "Not anymore, asshole. You have mistreated this Poke'mon to a near-fatal extent, thereby, leaving the Poke'mon in the custody of the Poke'Center, and you to the Police." she stated calmly. She noticed there wasn't a cop nearby, and she knew that she couldn't just take a poke'mon that still belonged to a poke'ball, no matter how dumb the owner of said ball was. She hoped his stupidity will do the rest. Her hopes were realized as Clem, in frustration, looked at the Poke'ball in his hand and proceeded to throw it down and step on it, crushing it into tiny pieces. "Stupid poke'mon! Didn't want it anyway!" he shouted, decimating the very broken ball. Before Raven's heart could lift too high, though, she saw him shake his fist, his swollen jaw making his speech slurred and more intelligent sounding than ever.

"You ain't gonna' make it outta' here girly!" he said with a very confident smile. As he began to pull out his second poke'mon, Raven looked at the Totodile at her side. "You good to go, buddy?" she asked quietly, a concerned look in her eye. Even though the Totodile grunted an affirmative, she could see a stressed and strained look in his eye. She frowned, and pulled out his poke'ball. "Take a break first, Req'." she murmured, recalling the poke'mon before he had the chance to argue. She then pulled out the poke'ball that contained Aria, staring at it but for a moment, and sending out the Shinx.





Aria!


As soon as the Shinx formed, she eagerly turned to Raven, awaiting a command. It was as though she could sense the seriousness of the situation and instead of her normal, happy stare, she instead offered a very determined, excited look. Raven smiled at the Shjnx's readiness, and nodded. Clem cast forth his poke'mon, and what appeared was a very disheveled looking Meowth. It didn't look as bad as the Rattata, but still showed signs of neglect, and gave the Shinx a weary, intimidated glance. Aria's scarred appearance clashed horribly with her eager happiness, giving her a very intimidating look in her own right. Raven took the man in leather's advice, and dove straight into action. "Aria, Tackle!" she commanded, and the Shinx leapt into action. The Meowth uttered a "Meow?" of confusion before it was slammed into by the Shinx's attack, Clem's reflexes far too dim to anticipate such a change in strategy. As his Meowth was Tackled, he simply blinked a couple of times, scratching his head with a befuddled stare. As Aria returned to Raven's center, the Meowth staggered to it's feet, shaking it's head in an attempt to recover.

Clem regained his senses, commanding the Meowth to use Scratch. The Meowth bumbled forward, claws extended in a very untrained sense. It was almost as though the Scratch Cat poke'mon didn't know what exactly to do. Still, the Meowth's speed after an attack was remarkable, and though Raven called for Aria to dodge, her eyes went wide with the Shinx's cry of pain as Meowth's claws grazed against her blue fur. Raven observed a few beads of blood surface to the top of the scratches, and glared at Clem as he was guffawing his triumph. "Aria, Tackle again!" she cried, taking advantage of Clem's hubris to send another attack into the already struggling Meowth. As Aria, fueled by adrenaline slammed the Meowth into a wall, Clem's glee slowly faded to dread. Raven watched to observe the Meowth's reaction to the attack. The cat struggled to it's feet, it's wobbly legs trying to bear it's weight. It was in no condition to fight, its body beginning to heave with the effort of it's own weight. However, this was something that Clem failed to grasp. "Meowth, Scratch that Shinx!" he bellowed, the Meowth giving it's trainer a look of despair. It was painful to watch the Meowth extend it's claws and limp forward, one paw extended in an attempt to perform the attack.

Aria merely sidestepped the Meowth, looking at it with a sad expression, almost confused. The Meowth, completely exhausted, fell at Raven's feet with a "Mew...", curling up into a little ball of pain. Clem began bellowing in rage, stomping his foot in a very diva-like fashion, telling the cat to get up. Aria nosed at the Meowth, who feebly tried to scratch at the Shinx with a limp paw. Raven knelt by the poke'mon as Clem's eyes darted back and forth, out of available options. Raven's mouth turned in a scowl as she watched the cowardly man trying to think of what to do.

"Looks like you're the one who's down and out, dude." she called over to him, looking down at the shattered remains of Rattata's poke'ball, praying he'd be so dumb to do the same to Meowth's. He did not. Instead, he summoned back the poor cat, who shot Raven a look that plainly said 'Help Me.'. Raven's heart sank as he placed the ball back at his hip. As much as she desired to clock him again, she was sure that he was on his guard now, as well as extremely agitated. At this point, she would have to cut her losses...she had at least helped one life this night.

Clem fidgeted anxiously, scratching the back of his head in reflex to his confusion. Raven was honestly surprised the man didn't have a bald spot on the back of his head. "Petrol...Stretch...problem..." he called over, eying Raven warily, flinching if she even shifted her weight. Raven turned her attention to the man and the idiot boy. Her worry amplified as she saw the Vulpix now on the playing field; they must not be doing too well. However, it seemed that the status-effect of sleep claimed the two serpent poke'mon. She took this time to call over to the man, not really caring about the boy. "Yo, tattoo-guy. I'd help ya', but as you can tell, I don't think my poke'mon are ready for this." she admitted, halfway-tempted to call Requiem out. She knew, however, that her poke'mon were young, and this one battle had tested her enough. She also could barely feel the Rattata's pulse against her breast; he needed help, and quickly. She pulled out the Rattata, rubbing her palm against his fur in an attempt to warm him. As much as she hated to leave the scene of battle, she hoped the man would understand her need to get the Rattata to the poke'center while it still had a chance. "I'll meet you in the poke'center!" she called over, her eyes showing her evident indecision of leaving the man alone in this state.

Recalling Aria, she cradled the Rattata in her arms, nuzzling at it's blank face with her nose-tip. "Don't give up..." she murmured, and for the first time, she saw the mouse poke'mon's pupils dart her direction. The rain she had anticipated earlier quickened it's pace, dots of moisture staining the dusty earth of Lenolia. Her pace quickened to a sprint, her brown hair fluttering behind her, the rain chasing her and plastering the silky locks to her jacket. She shielded the poke'mon with her jacket, the Poke'mon Center nearing with every step. Finally, before it came pouring, and with a dramatic clap of thunder, lightning's tongue licking the sky, she reached the entryway, carrying the Rattata with her. As water dripped down the contours of her face, she looked back at the battle she had left behind, but only for an instant. Walking briskly up to the desk, she laid the Rattata on the counter. Nurse Joy hurried forward, clapping her hand her mouth in shock. "Is he yours...?" she whispered, giving Raven an upset glare.

Raven panted, trying to catch her breath. She shook her head and pointed outside to the battle, managing to get out the words "Thug...ambush...I got 'em...". Nurse Joy's brow wrinkled in understanding, and she sighed, summoning a pair of Chansey to treat the Rattata. As it was wheeled into the back room, Raven tugged loose her two Poke'balls and laid them on the counter, finally able to speak. "These guys need attention too...but their wounds are minor compared to the other fella'." she said quietly, her mature, dulcet tones reaching the concerned Joy's ears. Joy nodded, grabbing the two poke'balls and walking quickly to the back room.

Raven was consumed by worry, and silence. The brightness of the Poke'Center starkly contrasted the flickering lightning and sheeting rain outside in the dimness of the stark buildings of Lenolia. She felt naked without her poke'mon, and began to shiver with the chill of moisture on her flesh. She slowly slipped the jacket from her body, shaking loose a few droplets and hanging it up to dry. She felt even more naked without this jacket, and gooseflesh showed on her slender arms. She looked around, and found a place to sit in the empty Poke'center. She sat with her elbows on her knees, hands clasped under her chin, a strand of soaked hair falling in betwixt her eyes. Her green eyes watched the Meowth clock on the wall, it's happy face and tail wiggling with the slow tick-tock of time passing made her remember how sad the Meowth that had slipped her grasp had looked. Her eyes fell shut, and she sighed through her nose. The silence was deafening. She rather regretted wearing a white tank-top, now...the white cloth gripping her modestly feminine curvature, droplets of water still tracing down her chilled flesh. All she could do now, was wait. Seeing no one around, she dared to hum a song that this moment reminded her of, her humming gradually turning into words, her soft voice quavering with a delicate vibrato, a well-trained, yet all-natural voice. Her tambre was mature and full, and the melody was full of emotion...and her eyes stayed closed, the music making her oblivious to the worry that was fretting her mind. She certainly possessed a voice that one would not expect from one her size.

No more love and no more pride...thoughts are all I have to do.
Oooooh, remember when it rained? I felt the ground and looked up high and called your name...
Oooooh, remember when it rained? In the darkness I remain...
Tears of hope run down my skin...
Tears for you that will not die...
They magnify the one within...
And let the outside slowly die...


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Tag had suppressed the laugh when Cameron had ordered a Pichu to use thundershock while in his arms, but this was too much. The sight of the tattoo-girl punching a man twice her bulk square in the jaw was too much. An almost hearty laugh emerged from his throat, a mixture of pure merriment and his odd, bitter sense of humor. Aware of the strategic implications of tattoo-girl's loss, he had kept just the corner of his eye on her match. Her pokemon had taken down the opponents in a fairly able fashion. The moves were rudimentary at best, but they had done the job against the poorly trained and disloyal pokemon of Clem.

"Yo, tattoo-guy. I'd help ya', but as you can tell, I don't think my pokemon are ready for this." She was honest. It was a more than welcome change from Tag's earlier adventures, wherein two of the first three people he'd chosen to associate with turned out to have lied. One of them, Justin Smart, he'd deemed okay, and now figured there had been a reason behind the deception. He'd overreacted in his attack of the man, and the kid had proven himself to be a decent sort of comrade in the end. This girl however, seemed to be quite an honest and forthright young woman. When she and her pokemon partners became more powerful, she'd certainly prove a fun match. At the mean time, he felt his level to be way beyond hers. A Rattata and a Meowth? Bachi alone would've wiped them out.

However, what truly sold him was her attention and care to the enemy Rattata. The purity there was matched only by the purity of the idiot kid's brattiness. (Yes, it was a purity in and of itself). "I'll meet you in the pokecenter." he heard faintly.

"Won't be long" Without breaking his hard stare at his opponents, he managed to evoke a confident, yet almost jovial tone of voice. This was a rare break from his more usual deadpan. It surprised him. He was probably growing soft. With that, she ran off, her indecision still obvious, but he hoped his words had somewhat of a reassuring effect.

With that, he turned back to the battle at hand. Seviper, paralyzed and confused, and Ekans, asleep, posed little threat to him, and he figured he'd end the battle quickly, before the tides could turn against his favour once more.

"Tobi, Ember. Kyoko, Mega Drain." The two nodded in accord, and launched their attacks. The ember landed squarely on the confused Seviper, who, in spite of the searing pain of the little fire balls, continued to lash itself viciously with its own tail. Just adjacent, Kyoko's ribbon had wrapped around the Ekans' neck, slowly draining its energy. Before long, the battle drew to a close with both serpentine pokemon unconscious on the ground. Growling curses in all the nasty varieties, the trio of miscreants turned tail, recalling their pokemon and fleeing the scene. Tag assumed that for the time being, they were safe. Tobi and Kyoko bounded over, sidling up fondly to their trainer, who met them with fond eyes as he knelt down to pat their heads. He wrinkled his nose a little at Kyoko's new found stench, but out of politeness to his comrade, he said nothing. Tobi, however, seemed quite visibly taken aback at the almost stinging smell. With the silent congratulations over, Tag recalled them, absently placing his hands on the pokeballs for Suzu and Bachi, hoping that their conditions had not worsened while he tidied up the mess of a battle. He muttered a heartfelt apology to his wounded partners, before turning to Cameron.

"You're safe for now." he nodded. "You'd best come to the pokemon center with me and Tattoo-girl. It'd be wise to heal up your Electrike, and get both of your pokemon a nice meal." Regardless or not of whether or not Cameron actually followed him, he turned and headed towards the pokemon center, intent on fulfilling his promise of "won't take long". After all, what was a man if he couldn't hold to his word? Hopefully the idiot kid had some sense to follow him over to the only potentially safe place in the entirety of the slum-polluted city of Lenoilia. Just as the battle concluded, the rain that had began as just the tiniest of sprinkles erupted into full on rainfall. Tag drew from his backpack a small umbrella, holding it over his head and extending it with something of a folding pop. It served to keep him somewhat dry above the knee. Cameron, however, didn't seem quite so prepared, and Tag didn't particularly care enough to hand his only umbrella to the boy who had gone and gotten himself attacked by ruffians.

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His entrance into the pokemon center didn't seem quite so grand as he stopped dead in his tracks, listening to the quavering mezzo-soprano of the tune. He had heard the tune once before, many moons ago, but only one line had stuck with him, which, naturally, he kept to himself. In silence, he walked past the tattoo girl (Whose closed eyes he would hopefully elude for the moment.) He nodded to the sole Nurse Joy, handing over the Pokeballs for Suzu and Bachi.

"My Ledian is afflicted with Seviper Poision. Nidorino is the victim of an Ekans glare." That was all that seemed necessary to state to the Red-headed nurse. She nodded, evidently aware of their conditions.

"Same thug ambush?"

"The very same." Tag nodded. Perhaps the girl had already filled the Nurse in. "Small request. Have you a brush?" She nodded curtly, issuing a gentle order to a nearby Chansey, who disappeared into another room. Regardless of that outcome, Joy immediately retreated to the backroom with the pokeballs for Suzu and Bachi in her hands. Within moments, however, the Chansey reappeared, a soft looking fur-brush in her 'hands'. Tag nodded in thanks to the egg-nurse pokemon, who chirruped happily at him before retreating to join Joy in the other room.

Finding himself a seat near Raven, he procured the pokeballs for his new comrade Vulpix, and for his old new comrade Kyoko who both appeared in a soft display of warm light. Tobi looked expectantly up at his trainer, who merely patted his lap. The fox pokemon leaped up, nestling into Tag's lap. It was a bit wet, but he seemed to enjoy his little perch there. Tag's pants below the knees were a bit wet, but his lap seemed fine. The leather jacket had gotten a bit wet at the sleeves, so he merely took it off and draped it over the bench to dry. As Tobi looked up at him, Tag set about gently brushing the matted fur. He had remembered that Vulpix could be somewhat of a vain pokemon, so he figured he'd ease his new comrade into this friendship with a little grooming. It was by no means salon work, but the soft caress of the brush seemed to work just fine. Faintly, he heard something reminiscent of a purr escape from the fox in his lap. In the meantime, however, he looked to the door to see if Cameron had yet arrived. After a moment, he turned to Raven, whose song came to a finish.

"How's the Rattata?"


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Raven concluded her song, so lost in the music that she didn't notice the other man come in. With a final, quavering note, she finished the song, pausing a moment to end the piece with a gentle sigh. To her right, she could hear the sound of a brush combing through fur, and she whipped her head to the side, her eyes reflecting a suspicion and studying glance. After living so long on the streets, this action was reflex, and she hoped he could tell this from the way her eyes softened as they fell into his blue eyes and onto the vulpix. She smiled sheepishly, exuding an almost embarrassed look, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Her glare was intimidating, and she hoped she hadn't confused the man by her expressions changing as quickly as the weather outside. Her eyes fell to the Vulpix being groomed, and she felt a warmth of longing that was shown on her softly smiling lips. Her ears practically perked as she heard the purr, and somehow, in the back of her throat, she mimicked the sound, followed by a soft chuckle. Raven was quite adept at mimicking the noises of poke'mon she had studied or had been around; she found that even though she was probably speaking gibberish to the poke'mon, the poke'mon she was "speaking" to seemed to respond with an eagerness of hearing it's own tongue.

"How's the Rattata?" she faintly heard him say. Her attention was drawn back to him, and, as her attention span typically did, she was mesmerized by his eyes. She didn't stare creepily, she just paused to look curiously into his eyes, almost studying their deep blue, as well as their gentle sparkle. However, this lapse of focus didn't last as long as they usually did; her longest had been with a laser pointer for 30 minutes. She and her poke'mon had had a great time that evening. Ah, the simple pleasures. It wasn't that she wasn't unintelligent, she just found the simple beauty of something that glittered to be amusing.

"Hm?" she responded, tilting her head to the side. "Oh...I wish I knew, honestly. It's driving me insane...the worry, that is." she murmured, her eyes falling to the floor at their feet. She nibbled on her lower lip, as though nervous--the first true sign of anything resembling fear all evening. "How are your guys 'n' gals?" she asked with concern, turning another glance to the Vulpix in his lap. She smiled, chuckling lightly at the content fellow. "This one seems to be doing alright, at least."

A 'Ding-Dong!' brought her back to her previous worry, and she leapt to her feet, looking at the counter expectantly. Sure enough, the lone Nurse returned, two poke'balls in her hands. Raven trotted over to the desk, brushing her still-damp hair out of her face.

"These are yours, dear." she stated, handing over the poke'balls to Raven. Before Raven could even say thank you, the Nurse offered her a stern stare. "I do have to say, though...I am appalled." she said, waggling a finger at the shocked Raven. Raven's face drained of color, her mouth falling open slightly, a staccato set of 'Ums...' coming from her open mouth. The Nurse's stern visage slowly turned into a clever smile, as she finished her statement. "...These are by far the healthiest and happiest poke'mon I have seen in a long while. Congratulations."

Raven's face flushed a deep pink as she finally exhaled the breath she had been unintentionally holding. She shifted her weight, a shaky chuckle coming from her lips. The Nurse had successfully employed one of Raven's finest tricks, against the master herself. Raven, though still shaken, was impressed. "You had me worried there for a bit..." she murmured, laughing aloud in her relief. Her smile faded, however, once she noticed that the Rattata had not been brought out. "How's the other guy doing?" she asked quietly. The Nurse's fading smile said it all. "He's not doing too well, dear. Not at all. Even if he had a trainer, there's not a very high chance that they could afford the vast amount of treatment he needs. That, and he's going to have to stay here for a long while to even consider being released back into the wild, or even to a dedicated trainer."

The Nurse paused, diverting her eyes from Raven's gaze. "...We're considering putting him down." The Chansey at her side made a mournful sound, it's usually happy face bearing one of sadness.

Raven's face...creased into a smile. "Is that it? Only money is saving this little guy's life? No...you can't. I won't let it happen." she stated affirmatively, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a checkbook. She pulled out her quill, a most unconventional writing utensil, and a bottle of ink. She pulled out the stopper with a 'pop', and dipped her quill into the bottle, writing a hurried amount onto the check. Ripping the check out of the book, she handed it to Nurse Joy, calmly replacing her items as Joy took the check, and placed her hand over her mouth.

"This...this is far too much! There's no way that you could...this is too much! We would only need a quarter of that to save the poke'mon!" she stammered, looking at Raven incredulously.

"Consider the remainder to be a gift." Raven said shortly, offering a gentle smile to the astonished Nurse. "...A gift that comes with a promise from you. Promise me...promise me you'll find him a good home, far away from here. Maybe to a child that will love him and treat him with kindness. He needs that, after all he's been through."

The Nurse looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes. "You have no idea how this will help us...yes, yes, I promise he'll be well taken care of. Bless you. ...But, I figured you would want him?" she queried, wiping away a droplet from her tear duct.

At the comment of 'Bless You', Raven muttered: "Please don't." And to the Nurse's question, she looked down, a sad smile coming to her face. "As much as I would like to, my own hellions take up enough of my time. A poke'mon that's been as mistreated as he has needs constant, individual love and care, and that's something I can't offer. But...you can buy him a toy, and tell him it's from me?" Raven asked hopefully, the sad expression still on her face, a smile attempting to break through the morose visage. The Nurse nodded vigorously, looking again at the check with a disbelieving stare. "With this amount, he'll have many, many toys."

A happy smile finally fell upon Raven's face, as she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. The Nurse turned around, as though to head back into the back room, before she turned, looking at the man who had seated himself next to Raven."Oh, sir...your poke'mon are almost ready; they should be out shortly." she called, before scurrying back into the back room, a Chansey in tow.

Raven took no time to let her poke'mon out of their balls, and as they materialized, she knelt and hugged them both to her, the Shinx lapping at her face and the Totodile growling contentedly. She pulled them both away, after laughing with joy, looking at them with pride. "You both did so well today...I'm so proud of you...and I'm so glad you're okay. Did the good Nurse take care of you?" she asked, a broad smile crossing her uniquely beautiful features. Both nodded furiously. Requiem reached out a claw and tenderly touched Raven's nose, and Raven reached out a fingertip and did the same to him. Aria simply looked up at her with adoring eyes, her cute little scarred face never looking more beautiful to the trainer. She held them both close for a moment, rocking them in a silent rejoice, nuzzling at both of them with her nosetip. She didn't care how silly she looked, sitting in the middle of the floor with the two, rocking them and laughing at their funny noises, making some back at them. At this point, she was happy to be reunited with them again.

After a while, she realized that she had left the man in mid-conversation, and rose to her feet, her confident and graceful step heading back towards the tables. She sat at the chair that maintained her drying jacket, Requiem mimicking her step tempo with his own, waddly gait. As she sank into the chair, she uttered a long sigh of content, her head falling back in a relaxed fashion. She turned her head to the man, a grin falling upon her face. "Sorry 'bout that. Had a little get-together to attend." she said happily, her smooth, easy voice filling the quiet area. "As for the Rattata, he's going to be fine."

She noticed Aria's everpresent curiosity rearing it's head, as she meandered over, looking up at the Vulpix in the man's lap. Raven chuckled, sitting up straighter and offering a gentle "Get back here, silly..." to the Shinx. Aria looked at her, and seemed to pout, as she came back and hopped in Raven's lap, looking at the Vulpix with wide, curious eyes. Raven stroked back her fur gently, feeling Requiem make a nice seat of her foot, considering that leaping was a bit out of his league at this motionless speed. "Looks like Ari' wants to make friends." she murmured quietly, looking lovingly down at the Shinx.

Raven turned to face the man a little more, carrying Requiem with her on her foot. Aria adjusted slightly so that she could keep her eyes on the Vulpix. "I'm glad that you were around out there, Tattoo-guy. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't of been there. That kid better get his ass in here, before something else happens." she said with a smirk, looking outside at the pouring rain, before turning back to the man. "Hope the prude doesn't mind getting a little wet..." she murmured under her breath, chuckling. She offered another smile to the man, her voice changing from it's sarcastic tone, to one of warmth and companionship. "I believe it's about time that we acquainted ourselves. No better time than after a stressful event. I'm Raven." she said, extending a slender hand in greeting.


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It was wet.

It was very wet.

The battle's end had happened so fast that Cameron barely had time to blink. At the first sign of safety Runner had once again tried to burrow into Cameron's shirt, nearly ripping the expensive fabric in his scramble. After dislodging the Pichu from his collarbone he realised that the girl had vanished, taking the Rattata with her - and, when he turned back, the tattoo guy had gone, too. Clem and Stretch were hurriedly vaulting a wall, the former tripping on a loose brick over the top. A muffled thud, a shout, and a sharp whap soon followed, sending the alley into silence...well, mostly.

Petrol was still there.

"Well." A few steps, and the Seviper was back in its ball.

"Well," he repeated, brushing off his grimy clothes. The gleam in his eyes had gone sour. "You won. Or, should I say, they won." The man crossed his arms and stared at Cameron - a mud-splattered rich brat with a Pichu clinging to his arm. "I'd say you're lucky, but that's just battle-wise. There's always the real world to deal with."

A sickening noise that reminded Cameron of Scyther rang through the alley, as rain began to filter through the clouds. The knife Petrol held was long and sharp, and almost seemed to shine. "There's a Pokemon Centre around the block. That's where your bodyguards went, I'm guessing. Tell you what - I'll give you all night to get some rest. Catch your breath. But once the sun rises, I'll be waiting. I suggest leaving the city while you can - there are plenty of people here nastier than me who need a quick buck. So, you've got...hm, three hours till sun's up. Sounds fair to me." He flicked his wrist, and the switchblade closed. Another flick; it opened. Cameron was rooted to the ground, blue eyes focused on the blade.

"I'd start running."

And so he did.




Ramirez Music's building was not the tallest skyscraper in Petropolis, but it was up there. Thirty-nine stories - all dealing with different aspects of the music industry - and the penthouse apartment. There was a pool, a sauna, and a large garden on the roof, as well as two helipads.

In the official records, the penthouse in its entirety belongs to Damian Ramirez. Any of the maids who worked there could tell you the real story - Damian owned half of the apartment. The rest was Cameron's.

Damian Ramirez was pacing. It was a hobby of his and he enjoyed it immensely. He found it a lot more entertaining than taking calls or doing paperwork, although those things were Very Important and, at the end of the day, needed to be done. But when he wasn't busy, he paced.

The Persain lounging near the floor-to-ceiling windows watched Damian's lanky form move back and forth, humming a song under his breath. It was off-key, but recognizable - to anyone who knew the song, that was.

"...await, where the mighty rivers run..."

"Mr Ramirez?" A knock at the door interrupted both his pacing and the song, causing a scowl to grace Damian's usually placid face. Remembering just in time that running a hand through his hair would mess up the slicked-back style, he made a fist and gently tapped his desk with it.

"Come in."

His sister-in-law slipped into the room, her dark blonde hair held in such a way that Damian had the strong urge to call her Nurse. Before the door shut he glimpsed her Blissey in the hallway, holding a tray and looking fairly upset. For that matter, Terry didn't look very happy, either. She looked like she'd just swallowed a bug; her usual expression when dealing with her dead sister's husband.

"What's wrong, Ter-"

"Eron's gone."

It took Damian a minute to figure out who Eron was.

"Cameron? Impossible. He's en route to Gigarte."

"I just got a call from Holland. The buses got separated-"

"Holland?"

"Mr Novak. Eron's bassist? Anyway, they stopped in Lenolia to get their bearings and when they turned around, he wasn't there."

Damian sat down, tapping the desk with his long fingers. The Persian yawned.

"Hold on. So, my son goes missing on the first leg of his big tour. Nobody thinks of calling him?"

"No reception in Lenolia."

"And they didn't drive back to get him?"

"The buses broke down. I've already called the private corps; they'll organize a search party in the morning and-"

"Lenolia," Damian interjected. "is full of thieves and murderers. Cameron needs to be found. Now. His first show is in three days and if he's not there on schedule we're going to lose a lot of money."

Terry rolled her eyes and sighed. That man was beyond redemption - why Elia had ever fallen for Damian was something she was still trying to figure out. Why she hadn't just taken Cameron and ran after Elia's death was an even greater mystery.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Mmhm." Damian swiveled his chair around and faced the windows. The whole of Petropolis shimmered below him. Damian's ice-blue eyes narrowed.

"You'd better survive, boy."





The Pokemon Centre was a warm spot of light in the dark, rain-soaked ruins. Pausing to catch his breath and glance behind him for the hundredth time, Cameron leaned into the automatic doors and nearly fell over when they parted with a soft whoosh. Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, the teenager half-stumbled inside, stopping in the centre of the lobby.

He'd never been inside an actual Pokemon Centre before - if Shep or Runner ever got injured or sick, Terry would take care of them. He did, however, know that Centres probably didn't usually looks so run-down and dilapidated. The night staff looked tired and overworked and the lighting, previously so bright, looked dim and spotty. Glancing around he saw the girl and tattoo guy, talking to each other and to their Pokemon. Just beyond them was a video phone.

Yes! Mentally Cameron leapt into the air, pumping his fist as Runner shot sparks into the air. Physically he walked very fast to the phone, reaching out to grab the handset and dial his way back to luxury.

"It's broken." Mental Cameron promptly fell on the floor and groaned. Real Cameron set down the handset, slowly.

"When's it going to be fixed? I need to talk to someone very important. Now."

The nurse looked a little flustered. "Uh, not for a while. A few months, at least. It's an old phone." The colour in her face suddenly drained as she gave Cameron a closer look, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Cameron had seen this reaction before, and it never failed to remind him of a Magikarp.

"You're-"

"Oh!" Cameron said, a little too loudly. "I almost forgot. Here." He unclipped Shep's Luxury ball from its loop and thrust it at the nurse, tugging Runner off his shoulder. "The Pichu's got a few bruises and the Electrike's knocked out. Could you make them better for me?" A flash of his award-winning grin and the nurse almost floated away, holding the ball and Pichu dreamily. Fighting the urge to twitch violently, Cameron wandered closer to his impromptu bodyguards and listened in on their talk.

"...than after a stressful event. I'm Raven." The girl held out her hand to the tattoo guy, her Totodile and Shinx close by. At least I know her name. He'd dated a girl named Raven, once. He couldn't remember if she was the one with the super-small purse or the one who used way to much make-up. They were all the same, anyway.

"Um, Mr, uh. CameronRamirezyourPokemonareready I'myourbiggestfancanIhaveyourautographplease?"

Runner jumped the short gap from the young Nurse Joy's arms to Cameron's shoulder, a set of bandages around his midsection. Joy's face was approximately the same colour as her hair, her face set in burning embarrassment as she held out the Luxury ball. Cameron accepted Shep with a flourish and flashed another smile. "Do you have some paper and a pen?" Nodding rapidly - She a bobblehead or something? - the nurse ran back into the depths of the Centre, looking for the supplies. Cameron tucked the ball back into its slot and inched over to where the creaky chairs were, flopping down with a sigh. He could hear the nurse squealing from the other room in her search for a pen and paper.

Hopefully, the search party would be there before morning.
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Tattoo Girl was certainly not short on her emotions. She seemed to rapidly flip between every possible one at the slightest provocation. Tag watched closely as her face went from a swift suspicion (and the slight disappointment of having been snuck up on), to a much more curious look as her vibrant green eyes met his own, then lastly into a strange mixture of fondness hinted with a touch of envy as they settled on Tobi in his lap. From just the eye motions (as well as her earlier interactions with the spoiled brat and the ruffians), Tag finally concluded that this young woman was something of a kindred spirit, insofar as she preferred the company of pokemon to that of humankind. It was somewhat refreshing. This, of course, was all studied without the slightest change of expression on his face.

He did, however, allow himself a slight head-tilt as she essentially purred back at his purring Vulpix, who in reply, only increased his purring, somewhat reassured that her presence was, in fact, a safe one. Kyoko, meanwhile, had taken her seat on the bench, nestled up against Tag, her odor very faint now that she felt no danger.

"How're your guys n gals?" That's what it was. A southern twang. In the heat of the moment earlier, he hadn't quite placed where her accent was from, but now it resonated clearly in the relative silence of the pokemon center. "The Seviper poisoned Suzu, my Ledian, and Bachi, my Nidorino, was under some paralysis from the Ekans glare. They're tough, so they'll be fine." She was right in that Tobi seemed to be doing just fine. He hadn't exerted himself too much in his battle, and with the brushing of his fur, he seemed to have regained some of his former luster. At the very least, he was calmly situated in Tag's lap.

Tag, Tobi and Kyoko watched on curiously as the Nurse Joy returned with the tattoo girl's pokeballs. Then, as the events concerning the unfortunate Rattata came into light, he leaned forward slightly, motionless save for the absent brushing of the Vulpix's fur. The checkbook and...quill? How odd. The checkbook and quill came out, and the Nurse Joy's face said it all. Well, then their conversation really said it all. It was a wonder that the girl had so easily parted with what had apparently been a large sum of money. He pondered for a moment if he knew anyone back in Johto or even the people he met in Furoh would want the Rattata. The only person he could think of, honestly, at the moment who would even potentially come close to providing such kind-hearted care would be Malcolm Smith. The kid was utterly clueless when it came to battle, but the affection he'd had for his team of pokemon seemed undeniable. Not to mention, the kid had a team chock full of Kanto specific pokemon, if he recalled. However, he had no idea where Malcolm had run off to since their adventure in Petropolis, so he merely kept quiet.

He did, however, watch on in fascination as the woman reunited with her pokemon. The two scarred pokemon looked at her with such utter adoration and love that it was hard for Tag's heart not to melt for a moment. Not to mention that even despite their disfigured features, they were still undeniably adorable. Perhaps he hadn't realized it about himself, but Tag had a soft spot for intensely cute pokemon. Even his former team of dragon pokemon had all started out as adorable first forms. Dratini, Swablu, Trapinch, Gible, Bagon and Horsea. The mere thought of them, however, brought a resurgent pang of guilt. Deep in his heart, he wished fervently that wherever they were, they were happy.

He took a moment to ponder his current team. Suzu had started as an adorable Ledbya, with big saucer eyes and a comically chubby body. But now, the sleek Ledian, though not intimidating, was a notably cooler looking bug (Her sunglasses-like eyes seemed to be the main testament to this). Bachi as a Nidoran had a rabbit like cuteness to him, but as a Nidorino, he was already downright intimidating. Even Kyoko at his side had been an incredibly cute Oddish. As Gloom, her ever closed, sleepy looking eyes and mouth always full of drool still seemed quite cute to him.

"No need to apologize" he responded, nodding. The he nodded again in response to her statement on the Rattata's well being. He had figured that it would be okay, simply because of the check she'd written, so the confirmation was a bit moot, but he nodded anyways.

As the raggedy Shinx approached Tobi, the fox pokemon's eyes opened, calmly eying the encroaching feline with a look of mild interest. Surely he was much more content at having his fur brushed at the moment, and didn't seem to share the Shinx's friend-making sentiment. Kyoko, however, stood on the bench, as if ready to move onto the defensive should the Shinx attempt to strike. However, a combination of her friendly eyes, and Tag's calming hand on her head relaxed her, letting her slip back into her seat with what appeared to be a content smile.

"I'm glad that you were around out there, Tattoo-guy. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't have been there. That kid better get his ass in here, before something else happens. Hope the prude dosn't mind getting a little wet." Tag wasn't quite sure if prude was the right word, but mentally shrugged for lack of a better nickname. The tattoo woman then leaned forward to introduce herself.

"I'm Tag." He nodded slowly, shaking her hand with his usual firm grip. He figured he didn't want to insult her strength or femininity with a limp handshake. That and after all, he had his rugged appearance to have to somewhat live up to, after all. "If I hadn't been there, you probably would've gotten stomped. Not for lack of skill on your end, or any abundance in theirs, but for their numbers alone."

At this point, however, the idiot kid had finally bumbled in, but Tag essentially paid him no heed. Despite this, the Nurse Joy seemed quite transfixed with the kid. It was actually slightly on the creepy side, with a fully grown Nurse oggling

Before the chatter could continue any further, another pleasant chime indicated that treatment was done on Tag's pokemon partners. (He assumed they were his solely on the fact that there were no other people present, and the Rattata was in for the long haul treatment wise.) The ever-pleasant Nurse Joy reappeared with her Chansey Nurses in tow. She held out the tray of Pokeballs to Tag, who accepted them with a nod.

"They're back to full health, though perhaps a little rest would do them well." She then caught sight of the Vulpix in his lap, most notably his little 'earring'. "Is that..."

"Rescued him from a black market just today." Tag nodded. "He was the only one I could save. The rest are still incarcerated." The grim look on the Nurse Joy's face surprised even Tag. She didn't seem pleased to know that there were more pokemon in pain out there, even though in Lenoilia, Tag was sure it was commonplace. Perhaps it was the reason she'd become a healer in the first place, and after all, knowing that there were still pokemon out there that were actively suffering was probably not good news for anyone sworn under the Hippocratic Oath. "I will attempt to rescue the rest, so please prepare some space tomorrow for them. None of them appeared to be in particularly good condition." She nodded, mouthing a silent thank you to him as she left. Tag never particularly enjoyed playing the Big Damn Hero. But he knew that he could easily trump a few mooks with his level of skill, so long as he prepared a proper strategy.

Before rejoining their boss, the Chansey pokemon set down their burdens: Three trays laden with two bowls of pokemon food each, each one labeled with the pokemon's names on them. How Nurse Joy had known to prepare food for a Vulpix and a Gloom as well were well beyond him, but he figured it had something to do with security cameras. In front of Aria and Requiem, the two bowls were labeled "Shinx" and "Totodile", and the two trays in front of Tag were marked "Ledian", "Nidorino", "Vulpix" and "Gloom."

He set down Tobi in front of his bowl, watching as Kyoko leapt down off the bench, almost greedily slamming her head/body into the bowl to eat. It was odd. He figured that since Kyoko was a plant, she'd photosynthesize rather than eat. Oh well. He opened the pokeballs for Suzu and Bachi, the flash of light essentially summoning them before their bowls. Unlike Kyoko, who'd just dug in, and Tobi, who was already daintily picking at the pokechow (Despite his evident hunger from being underfed), the two looked to Tag for approval first. He nodded, and watched as the two turned to their food, gratefully digging in. Tag eyed the bandage over the Ledian's carapace, clearly where she had taken the Seviper Slash, and grimaced at the thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the odd squealing eminating from the back. Evidently "CameronRamirez" was famous. He didn't care. Famous or not, the kid was an idiot.


"These are my pokemon comrades." Tag swept a hand over his pokemon, indicating them as he introduced them to Raven. "Suzu, my Ledian, has been with me since she was born. Bachi, my Nidorino, I caught back in Johto. The two of them have been my loyal companions since before I came to Furoh. Kyoko, here, had been abandoned by an opposing trainer in a battle arena, so I adopted her there. Tobi, as you know, whom I just rescued today from the Black Market." The pokemon seemed fairly pleased with their introductions, nodding towards Raven before turning back to their meals.

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Raven greeted Tag's firm handshake with a strong one of her own, adding a polite nod into the mix. She was very glad that he didn't just give her the wimpy, 'oh-you're-a-girl' handshake, and she found it quite refreshing. As antisocial as she was, this man was proving to be quite the thing she needed on this abruptly violent night. As he mentioned the fact that she probably would have gotten stomped without him, she shrugged her shoulders, lifting her brows with an idle 'meh' face. "Trust me, I know, which is why I'm grateful. However, I have to thank you for more than that, you gave me some good advice out there. I 'ppreciate it." she stated calmly, a small smile falling onto her features as she spoke. "I'm no idiot, and since it's already happened, I don't want to think about what would have happened to me or my friends, here." She chuckled lightly, diverting her eyes to the ground. "Though I must admit, I feel that it would have been more pleasant to meet under different circumstances."

The sound of a southern twang mixed with good, full english sentences and big words was weird. Most people seemed rather confused by it, honestly, believing the stereotype of southern=stupid hillbilly. In reality, it only added to her unique character. She looked curiously to the Gloom who had roused defensively at Aria's approach, but through Tag's gentle touch, had calmed. He did seem a lot like her in ways, able to communicate with poke'mon in completely different ways.

She was brought out of her contemplation by the boy's catastrophic entry into the poke'center, actually choking back a laugh as he stood there, mouth gaping like a dumber-than-usual Magikarp. He seemed to be about as wet as one, as well. However, for the sake of his distress, she kept her laughter inside, and only showed the tiniest of smiles, but the glimmer in her eye showed exactly what any intellectual creature could determine; she thought he had finally got what was coming to him. Her head did tilt curiously, though, as she watched the nurse simply go googly-eyed at the boy. She had been so calm and composed earlier...but really. She was being a bit rude, looking at the poor boy like that. It was only after she continued watching the nurse that she realized she wasn't oggling at the boy's disgruntled and damp appearance; she was admiring him. That was very strange.

The pleasant dinging of the notifier sounded, and the nurse brought Tag's poke'balls to him. She felt a sense of knowing relief for the man, knowing how vulnerable and bare you can feel when you're missing a friend..or in this case, a couple. As she listened to the dialogue, she felt her heart touched by the fact that the Vulpix had indeed been rescued, and she also felt a twinge of sadness to know that there was still more. Her ears seemed almost to pique as he talked about getting the rest of them tomorrow. She waited for the nurse to leave, idly turning to watch the boy struggle with the broken video-phone, before she leaned towards him. "That's pretty ballsy of you." she said quietly, turning her green eyes back to his, a mischevious light playing in them. "I like it, and I would be extremely interested in helping you out." she said earnestly. He could probably tell that the gears in her head were whirring, and as an idea for a possible strategy hit her thoughts, she flushed slightly, and chuckled. "If anything, I could serve as a distraction of sorts...and I could fight if you needed it."

She made sure Nurse Joy wasn't nearby, and she wasn't, she was busy oggling the boy creepily, still, and whispered, a hint of sarcasm to her voice: "I'm pretty sure the only girl they've seen around here is Nurse Joy, and from what I've heard, she isn't their type." She chuckled, leaning back in her chair, putting her hands behind her head, shrugging again. "I may not be the best looker, but I might be able to buy you some time...not like you'd need it. Just a thought." she offered, trying to be helpful. She knew he could probably handle himself, but when it came to poke'mon, she was all for rescue efforts, and figured she'd let it be known that she would be at his beck and call...but only in this situation, of course.

The Chansey had already set down the food, and she looked down to find her poke'mon waiting patiently for her to say it was alright to eat. Requiem appeared to be tapping his claw, his scowly face more scowly than normal. "Oh, I'm sorry, guys, you could have said something." she stated innocently, pouting playfully at the two of them. Requiem responded with a growl of a "Dile. Totodile.", but Aria didn't even bother being bitter. Before Raven knew it, the shinx was looking up at her with her cheeks stuffed full of food, food smeared all over her cute little muzzle, and her eyes glinting of innocence. Raven guffawed aloud, bidding that the Shinx swallow so her cheeks wouldn't expode. Slowly, the Shinx nodded and nommed in content, before offering that happy Shinx smile up to her trainer. Raven reached down and ruffled the top of her head. "See, now...you don't have any left. You ate too fast." Raven mock-reprimanded. It was true, the shinx had devoured most of the bowl, leaving behind a few small chunks, and one bigger chunk where her nose had been in the bowl. Aria looked dismayed. "Shinx!" she stated disappointedly, lowering her head to lick the remainder out of the bowl, proceeding to smear the food that was already in her face fuzz even deeper into her face fuzz. Requiem was casually dipping a claw into the food, licking it off slowly, seeming to savor it. His form showed that he was healthy, he was just attempting to be the bigger poke'mon here, and eat nice and slow.

Raven picked up Aria while Requiem was still eating, and proceeded to pick up the paper towel that had been placed under all of the bowls, seemingly for such an occasion. Raven lovingly wiped every bit of food from around the Shinx's mouth, turning it into a game. Every time the paper towel neared the Shinx's mouth, she would mew: "Shhhhiiiiii....", and the volume would rise and fall according to how close or far away the paper towel was. However, Raven, Aria, and Requiem (just now finishing his last clawful of food), couldn't have too much fun, considering that Nurse Joy had just requested an autograph from a Mr. CameronRamirezyourPokemonareready. So, that's where she recognized the face...it was that bratty pop singer, Cameron Ramirez, whose face was plastered all over a lot of billboards in Petropolis.

She wondered if now was the appropriate time to tell him that she hated his music.

However, as she turned back to Tag to see what he thought of all this, she smiled at his grimace. They really did seem a lot alike; that was either really good, or really dangerous. As he introduced his poke'mon, she repeated their names quietly as he finished the introduction of each. She also nodded respectfully back to them, smiling in such a way as to say that she respected them, but was kind enough as to not interrupt their trainer. As he concluded with Tobi, she cast another fond glance to the Vulpix, before turning to her own poke'mon. They both seemed to have been paying attention to the introductions, and were awaiting their turn. "You've got some beautiful friends there, Tag. Let me introduce you to mine." She motioned over to the Totodile, who was obviously attempting to act uninterested. "This is Requiem, my first. I found him on one of the polluted riverbanks on the outskirts of Petropolis, wrapped up in a trash bag and beaten up pretty badly. Don't see why someone would to that to him, he's smarter and more patient than a lot of people I know." she added fondly, reaching down to scratch at the top of his head. She then turned to the Shinx in her lap, who was eagerly awaiting her introduction. "This is Aria, and she's special." Raven began, chuckling as the Shinx shot her a glare. "Well, you are!" she noted, rubbing the Shinx's ears in such a way that the feline sank into a low purr. "Aria got hit by a car in Petropolis, and was left for dead. Obviously, she wasn't, and I found her, and she's beautiful."

Aria's scarred face seemed to smile as she purred, her eyes going half-lidded with content. Raven continued petting the Shinx, continuing on after the feline drifted off to sleep. Raven watched the Shinx's slow, steady breath with a loving gaze, and looked down at the Totodile, who was struggling to keep his eyes open. As the rain cascaded on outside, she too felt a bit weary, but she would let her friends get their sleep first. Usually, she'd let them sleep outside of their poke'balls, but in a place like this, she at least wanted them to sleep peacefully, and not be awakened, so she quietly recalled them back, putting them securely at her hip. She already missed their company, but maybe, even if Tag decided to stay quiet, she would feel a bit less lonely with his presence around. She found that that was how it usually went on the streets; even if you didn't know the person next to you, it was always more comforting to be around someone than to be alone.







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post Sep 14 2010, 01:27 PM
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Tag offered what he figured was a smile, but perhaps it came out more like a smirk.

"At least for now, if you stick with me, you can pick up a thing or two battle wise. I used to be-" he paused momentarily, nearly launching into the brief story of his time as a ferocious Dragon Trainer, but stopped "I used to be quite the expert on battling. I'm readjusting to my new partners here."

"As for a distraction, you'll do no such thing. These men are dangerous, and there are at least eight of them. One of whom is in possession of an Abra that can read your mind. They'd see through your guise in a heartbeat, and then you'll wind up in a sorry state I'm sure." This was very odd. With Justin, Malcolm, and even the brief time with Andrew Harding, Tag had usually confined his speech to one sentence at a time. But here, this girl, was evidently getting paragraphs out of him. It was truly odd. At the very least, like he'd figured earlier, he had a kindred spirit in her, and he was quite beguiled by her adorable pokemon (The scowly totodile in particular seemed to share his normal grouchy sentiments, something he enjoyed immensely. It was made even more enjoyable by the fact that the Totodile did not seem to like him. Smart creature.) "I would much prefer if you fought alongside me. As you can see, I lack a water and an electric pokemon, something that your team can cover.

"Requiem and Aria. They are, indeed, beautiful pokemon. They also appear to be very loyal companions. You treat them well." Naturally, he stated the obvious, but meant it wholeheartedly.

Before long, his pokemon had finished their food and clambered back up onto the bench next to Tag. Tobi resumed his place in his new trainer's lap, looking at the brush longingly, while Kyoko and Suzu settled in on either side of him, nestling up against his flank. Bachi, ever stalwart, plopped down on the ground at Tag's feet, resting his head between his front paws. Resuming the gentle brushing, Tag remained fairly silent from that point on, attempting to piece together a plot to rescue the remainder of the pokemon. Naturally, there was also that Cameron kid to deal with. He'd probably serve as a better distraction anyways.


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Raven's head tilted at the pause in his dialogue, obviously there was something he was hiding. However, she had a lot to hide herself...a lot of bad, bad memories included. She didn't pry, she just offered him a knowing nod and a gentle smile as he mentioned his so called "new partners". For new partners, they seemed to be quite bonded to her trainer, which was something she already admired about the man. There was...much...she admired about the man, actually, but she wouldn't let that show. No need to feed needless compliments to the fellow, he didn't seem the type to just bat his eyelashes and say: "Oh, do go on." Nah...he seemed more of her mindset. Talk about what's important and relevant, nothing more, nothing less.

"As for a distraction, you'll do no such thing..." she heard him say, and listened calmly, nodding in agreement. He didn't know that she had lived on the streets for a good while before she had poke'mon, and was quite adept at holding her own when things got nasty. Not only that, she was pretty good at reading people, especially those who could barely think for their actions, much less even conceive the notion of hiding them for sake of strategem or convenience. Regardless, she was rather flattered by his comment, and for the moment, she kept that secret to herself. As he finished, stating that he would rather fight alongside her than to use her, she felt a slight warmth in her heart, a very startling and scary difference to the neutrality that typically lived there. The warmth made her smile a very genuine, heartfelt smile, and she shifted from her elbows on knees position to a sitting up, arms crossed position, her hair shifting with the move and enveloping her face, giving her a rather friendly appearance. "Well, Tag...I, for one, would be delighted to fight at your side. I look forward to the experience. You and I both know that those little guys deserve far better than that." she stated quietly.

As he mentioned that her poke'mon were beautiful, she full out blushed. Her normally, slightly rouge tinted, make-up-less face flushed a delighted shade of crimson, and as she felt her ears get hot, she was immediately embarrassed, which only made the situation worse. She couldn't remember the last time she blushed, or even the last time she had been embarrassed. And yet, him calling her poke'mon beautiful was just as good as him calling her beautiful, though she knew full well that was not what he meant. No...her bond with her poke'mon was so profound that they seemed to be a part of her, and she could only imagine what Aria might have done if she had been out of her poke'ball...or awake. Her green eyes glinted with pride, and she shifted her weight yet again, reaching up a hand to push a lock of hair out of her face. "Thank you. That...means a lot to me." she said softly diverting her eyes to regain her composure.

Clearing her throat, she looked up at him again, watching his poke'mon nestle beside him. "So..." she stated, determined to change the subject from her embarrassing moment, "...We have two things to think about here. For one, we need to come up with some sort of plan of action. I'm sure you know this, but rushing in there without a plan would be quite foolhardy."

She paused, her eyes widening with a sudden idea. "Or...maybe that would be the perfect thing to confuse the hell out of that Abra you were talking about. Maybe rushing in there with a clear head and no set-in-stone plan would leave that Abra with nothing to go on...he'd be at the same level of surprise that the rest of them were. Hm." she thought aloud, the hand that had brushed away the hair now coming to stroke her chin. After a moment of pondering, she shrugged nonchalantly, motioning towards him. "That's just my thought, though. Seeing as you're far more experienced than I, I should probably leave the decision making to you, especially since you've actually scouted out this place."

Her eyes drifted over to Cameron, and then back to Tag. "Second thing...what do you suppose we do about Mr. Ramirez over there? He's 'famous', and is liable to get himself kidnapped, if not killed here." she made sure to make little quotation marks with her fingers at the word famous, clearly showing her displeasure at the boy. However, he was just a kid...and regret would end up seeping past her current disgust if she just did nothing. Maybe Tag would help her...maybe he wouldn't, but she hated the lingering feelings of regret that always had a hard time of going away, typically coupled with an annoying array of 'What if?' questions.


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post Sep 15 2010, 12:48 AM
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"Well, Tag...I, for one, would be delighted to fight at your side. I look forward to the experience. You and I both know that those little guys deserve far better than that." Tag was really beginning to marvel at the girl's beliefs. Perhaps it really wasn't much to go off of, because it really was just proper humane views on pokemon ((You know, except for the vicious battles for sport)), but it was rare to see someone in agreement with him on this. He decided to voice this opinion:
"It's rare to see someone in agreement with me on this." This was probably not a true statement. Many trainers probably shared this sentiment, but by virtue of being a loner, Tag had met very few. (This was because he'd met very few people in general, but this was beside the point.)

Upon reception of his compliment to her pokemon, Tag watched curiously as the girl blushed. This was something he found utterly confusing: He had complimented her pokemon, not her. As a result, her blushing seemed almost apropos to what he said. He shrugged in response to her gratitude. It wasn't a callous gesture, as his face implied a non-verbal "no problem".

"Actually, I'd only jokingly considered rushing in and causing mayhem. While it would confuse the Abra, it would definitely serve to get us killed in a heartbeat. The men are armed, after all." Sending Raven in to distract them would definitely fall under one of the 36 Stratagems, but it was not a risk he was willing to take. There would have to be more ingenuity in this approach, but that sort of creativity is something Tag felt he lacked outside of pokemon battle. "I'd be more than happy to have us team up and take them down one by one, leaving the Abra and the suit man for last." He seemed quite happy with that plan. However, his spirits sank when she mentioned Cameron Ramirez. Considering he'd spent some time in a coma, he hadn't heard of this pop star. What bugged him was the fact that Cameron was still very much part of their lives for the time being. Sighing a long, slow sigh, he turned his stare over to the kid, who stood there still sopping wet. Tag blinked owlishly at few times at him before turning back to Raven.

"When you save someone's life, you're indebted to them forever." he frowned. "It should be the other way around. He should be thanking us profusely. However, we stepped in and rescued him. Now we're responsible for him. That's just how it is. Our best bet is to get him to the city outskirts, wherein some rich man's search party will easily find him, then return to take care of our business here. However, if he has a heart, he may opt to join us, increasing our firepower." He ended the thought there. Tag raised his voice a little, calling over his shoulder without removing Raven from his sights. "Mr. Ramirez, a word with you, if you please." He did his best to remove any trace of sarcasm from the forced polite tone, but surely some of it carried across all the same. He knew for a fact, though, that he already dreaded the conversation that was to ensue.


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