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Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Thread Started on Oct 26, 2008, 2:11pm »
((I dunno what's up with the title, either. XD ))
On this most gloriously sunny of mornings, things were peaceful on the path leading out of Appleation Town. The pidgey were singing, the exeggcute were basking, and the man was screaming- Wait, what?
There was a blonde man running the fastest he possibly could, burdened as he was with the weight of two companions who would never have otherwise kept up with him - a mudkip clinging to his shoulder for dear life and a delibird clenched in his arms. As he continued running and screaming, a tiny streak of purple could be seen darting after him. It was a rattata.
"Oh cruel and fickle fate!" the man cried out, the ruffles in his white shirt flailing with each footfall of his mad dash as tears streamed down from frightened cobalt eyes. "Why hast thou forsaken me in my time of need?!"
Here he took some time to pant, although he was still running, taking quite some time to catch enough breath to speak with. In fact, his prior cry seemed to have exhausted the breath he had for continuing his run, and he was looking frantically about for some means of escape. He spotted one of the trees up ahead and, in a fit of desperation, made a beeline for it. He scrambled up the trunk rather awkardly, still making sounds of distress between gasps of breath, and he was finally up.
He gave a sigh, panting as he sat upon a branch, muttering when he could, "That was a close one."
But it seemed he was mistaken in thinking the tree refuge, for as soon as he said that, he found that the dastardly purple creature had climbed up the trunk and was now at eye-level with him, staring at him as it clung to the tree. The man screamed, falling backwards out of the tree with a great and heavy thud, his mudkip somehow landing on his face.
"Oh sweet merciful heavens!" the man whined, helplessly watching and panting as the rattata climbed just as quickly down the tree and scurried in his direction. "I shall die of fright!"
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #1 on Oct 27, 2008, 3:52pm »
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Hm, winter's finally coming around. He could practically feel the chilled air seeping into his pores. Deep breaths of air filled his lungs with frigid air, making him almost cough. Oh, how he loved this time of year: the chilled air, the fact that he could watch his breath materialize in the sky...the thought of all of these things coming soon made the looming figure's mouth twist and contort into a dark leer. Bandaged hands came up to pull the bloodred hood over his head, and with each time his boots met the fruitless earth, leaves screamed out their protests in soft crunches.
Though Frai was shirtless, his body was almost immune to the biting winds around him. Besides, he quite enjoyed the pain of it. It stung, only to make his body feel uncomfortably warm. His hands tightened around the fabric of his hood, the veins beginning to grow visible under the taut skin. Silver-grey eyes darted around; despite the onslaught of winter's arrival, the tattooed convict still felt uneasy. A disturbance in the force, if you will.
The sudden burst of sound coming from behind made Frai whirl on a foot, his metal claws shining in the bright sun, ready to kill whoever or whatever it was that wanted to kill him. His eyes narrowed slightly, but then he let his hands fall and his defensive posture relax. With slumped shoulders, he squinted into the distance to see what was coming up over the hill.
A guy?
"Da fuck...?" Frai mumbled darkly to himself, letting a hand rise to shield his eyes from the sun.
The man held two Pokemon, and a small purple object seemed to be following him at top speeds. The man was screaming like a banshee, and from the looks of whatever was chasing him, it was small and probably harmless. Frai scoffed and shook his head, stepping out of the way to let the pansy pass.
The small purple Pokemon turned out to be a Rattata, making the situation even more ridiculous. As the man scampered up the tree, the rodent followed, and Frai looked up, his hands moving to his hood to keep it on his head. "Ya need help, pansy? I couldn't help but see your trouble, and I can't leave a damsel in distress..." he grunted, a quiet smirk lighting his otherwise humorless face. Without waiting for a reply, he reached for his recently charged PokeBall, the one containing his Arcanine, Noble.
He threw it halfassedly, and the large dog came tumbling out before immediately chasing his tail in happiness. A few barks erupted from the canine's large maw before he flopped down onto the floor, his tail wagging and ears perked. He was awaiting orders.
Frai motioned his head to the Rattata troubling the girly man in the trees. Noble blinked and tilted his head. <That, um, thassa...wait....don't tell me...>
Noble thought, and thought, and thought. "Rattata, ya idiot."
<RATTATA. IS IT A RATTATA?!> the wolf barked out a few seconds after Frai had told him the answer. Frai sighed.
"Whatever, just use a Flamethrower on it, wouldja?"
<SIR YES SIR!> he barked, suddenly turning around and shooting a Flamethrower attack at the Rattata, who would hopefully be hit and come flying down from the trees...
« Last Edit: Oct 27, 2008, 4:05pm by Frai Kurusa »
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #2 on Oct 30, 2008, 4:43pm »
((I be sorreh for taking so long to reply. D: ..... And you seem to have missed the part where they all came down from the tree, Ellard much less gracefully than the rattata. ^^;;; I hope you don't mind my replying as though they are out of the tree, rather than being compromising and having them in the tree, and I don't expect you to change your post. ^^;;;; *feeling rude now* ))
As the call met Ellard's ears, he felt a heat rise to his face, coming up to a sitting position and opening his mouth to verbally defend his manly honor. But then he spotted the rattata, and gave a frightened squeal, which gave him enough time to remember that, yes, running from a rattata was absolutely absurd. At least to anyone that didn't understand his fright. He nodded with a miserable sigh, but it seemed his rescuer was already taking action. Now that the rattata was being delt with, and by a trainer that was plainly many times more experienced than himself, he gave the delibird in his arms a slight, releasing the pressure around the penguin-esque pokemon slightly as he asked, "Are you alright, dear Pingu? I did not hold thee too tightly, did I?"
Pingu, as the delibird was apparently called, gave a cheerful chirp. It seemed that, despite his obvious fright, he had avoided squeezing the pokemon to death, as the pokemon in question was still alive to answer the question. It was actually the mudkip that seemed the worse for wear, draping himself across the shoulder he'd been clinging to during that mad dash, panting for breath from the effort of simply hanging on. The young man chuckled as he noticed this and said apologetically to his mudkip, ignoring his savior for now and hoping the background chatter wouldn't be distracting or annoying, "I do apologize, Kipper; I am in need of vanquishing that childhood fear of mine..."
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The rattata, skidding to a halt as a pokemon very suddenly appeared before her - yes, it's a female rattata, just to add insult to shame - and she blinked up at the canine in a puzzled manner. It seemed she was a very young pokemon, and had very foolishly approached the 'pansy' instead of fleeing into the underbrush, for whatever reason. Rattata around here were mostly considered fodder by trainers, not worthy of capturing but still very good practice, and were left unconscious about the area in very plentiful numbers for whatever other pokemon would want to pick them off. It seemed this one would be quite the easy mark, save that she was possessing of two things that would save her from her foolishness - quick reflexes and speed.
Seeing the flames coming towards her, she let out a squeal as she leapt nimbly to the side, darting quickly away from the fire-breathing canine and into the underbrush. Well, at least now she knew her mother's advice was quite valid; stay away from the humans, especially those that possess red and white spheres.
((I don't know if the pokemon are killed or knocked out, so I decided to save time and just have her escape, although your guy could pursue if he wants, which I kinda doubt. ^^;;; ))
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Well, now that the rattata was gone, Ellard rose gracefully to his feet, brushing dirt from his pants as he went. He approached this man with a combination of gratitude and trepidation, as he well knew just how ridiculous this situation was. In fact...
"I do humbly thank thee for thy assistance, as well as ardently apologize for the display of cowardice on my part," he bowed quite politely and lavishly, old habits hard to dislodge. "If it had been any other sort of pokemon, I do believe I would have managed, but a terrifying childhood experience has left me with this ridiculous fear of rattata and their progression."
Meaning this fear extended to raticate.
He straightened, giving an apologetic smile as he continued, "I do wish to reward thee for the undeserved kindness, but I am afraid I have nothing in my possession that would be enough save my own unworthy carcass, or at least nothing I would be at liberty to depart with."
No debt or material amount would cause him to part with either of his pokemon, even if it meant his suffering. That extended to include physical labor. Although he knew, as the son of a noble family, that he might not be exactly the most proficient worker, it was all he could think of in the event this man did want some form of payment.
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #3 on Oct 30, 2008, 6:00pm »
OOC: Oshi-- sorry about that. I was tired when I wrote this [for the THIRD TIME cuz my darn computer kept deleting it >>]...There we go, post finished. Sorry for the wait. xD
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Noble's Flamethrower attack was sure to hit, at least that's what Frai had thought. But of course, the stupid little animal was too fast for the even stupider dog. Noble blinked, suddenly not seeing any little purple rat. Of course, he was expecting to see a charred Rattata twitching on the floor, but...it disappeared...
<Woah...where...where'd it go? Where'd it go?! LEMME AT IT, LEMME AT IT!> the Arcanine suddenly barked, his orange fur standing on end and his eyes wild. Frai stared at the dog before setting a clawed hand upon his head. "Enough, Noble, 's'gone."
The Arcanine looked extremely disappointed, enough to make the sadomasochist smirk a little. "Fine, brute. Go chase it." Noble's expression lit up as he suddenly took off, barking at wherever the Rattata had gone. "Stupid li'l fucker..." Frai muttered under his breath, probably shocking the pansy behind him with his extremely vulgar language.
He turned around, silver eyes glinting a little. God, did this guy ever stop talking? His lip curled in annoyance as his hands moved to clutch at his red hood. "Like I said..." he grunted at the man, "I can't leave a damsel in distress."
The man mentioned something about a lifelong fear of the rodents. Ugh, he was probably some sort of Septus member...that was even worse. A gay Septus...Frai's eyes rolled up to the sky, asking God silently what he had done to deserve this...besides killing that one guy that got him in prison in the first place. That dude didn't count.
He turned fully around to face the newcomer, his eyebrow raised slightly. "Look, lady, I don't want anythin'. Especially your labor...you'd probably run away at the sight of some fuckin' Wurmple or somethin'..." he muttered begrudgingly, his lip still curled.
His eyes traveled to the cute Pokemon, the Delibird and Mudkip. Feh..."You mus' be new. It shows." His hand gravitated to another one of his PokeBalls, not quite sure if he should bring out Revelation or not. Heh...just to scare the shit out of the guy...maybe later.
« Last Edit: Nov 2, 2008, 11:48am by Frai Kurusa »
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #4 on Nov 12, 2008, 6:53pm »
((Dead muse combined with distraction and guilt resulted in this stagnancy. |D ))
Well, it took him a while, mostly due to the fact he was too busy thanking the man, but now Ellard noticed the very obvious fact that his masculinity was being insulted. His mouth dropped open a moment to defend himself, but he shut it again, looking away in a glower as he reminded himself that he couldn't exactly defend his manliness when he'd just run away from something one tenth his size. Granted, there were plenty of pokemon smaller than humans that could cause them harm, but rattata wasn't one of them.
Now, though, this man insulted his masculinity further, and this time he couldn't help but blurt indignantly, "Good sir, I know full well that I am not brave, but a Wurmple would not frighten me at all! As a matter of fact, I find the little worms somewhat endearing, but that's beside the point! I may be vain and somewhat of a pansy, but I am a man!"
At this last insistance he stamped his foot rather unconvincingly, arms straight down at his sides with his fists clenched.
At the comment of the fact he was a novice, Ellard folded his arms across his chest and looked rather crossly back at Frai with those near-purple-blue eyes and grunted in a rather undignified manner (not that any of his behavior thus far was less than embarrassing), "Yes. I attempted to begin my journey a while back, but my fear was too fresh and my then only partner Kipper-" At this he pointed to the mudkip on his shoulder, "-had been temporarily felled by some shroomish."
He continued to stare down this trainer that was so obviously more seasoned than himself, whether because of some unexpected spine the younger man possessed or a gross overestimation of his own abilities. He was too busy glaring right in the trainer's eyes to notice the hand.
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #5 on Nov 13, 2008, 5:01pm »
...Ellard makes me laugh so much. xDDDD These two should get like, a Naruto and Sasuke-esque relationship going on. The whole love-hate thing. xDDD
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Jesus, was this kid daft? Maybe he had some sort of problem with his brain; maybe the signals didn't reach his head fast enough or something...either way, Frai was beginning to believe that this guy was just plain thick. He was almost as bad as Noble...the kid's mouth opened slightly, only to shut it again. His eyes were shining in defeat. Frai smirked a little. "Yeah, s'what I thought..." he grunted. The guy was just too easy to make fun of...
His lip curled a little. This guy was using some pretty big words for being so dense. Maybe he just wasn't smart enough socially. He was probably one of those "bookies" or something; somebody who kept his nose buried inside a book all day. Frai himself was never one of those types; he hated to read, after all. The only thing he would ever read would be something that would help his team grow stronger. He hated to think that he was weak, and though he was a lot stronger than the newbie, he still had a lot to learn. Training was a lifelong thing, and no matter what, there was always room for improvement.
"Men normally don't run away from a rodent, bud," he said. His eyes traveled to the man's crotch, checking to make sure that something was even there. Seeing that there was, his eyes narrowed. "Or are you gay?" he asked, lip curling.
He blinked at the words. "Shroomish...?" His expression was blank as he stared at the guy. "Your Mudkip got its ass kicked by a buncha Shroomish? Why th'hell didn't you send out your penguin there?" he asked incredulously, jerking his head at the Delibird. "Thassa double combo for a Grass type. Bird and Ice. They'd all get KO'd instantly." The thought didn't occur to him that he might've gotten the bird at a different time...
He smirked at the glare, not phased by it after the guy's last performance. His hand finally grasped Rev's container, and he pressed the button to send him out. He came out in a beam of white light, shaking himself off quickly before looking to Frai for orders. His scythes gleamed in the light, and his eyes looked almost dangerous.
<Who're we fighting?> he asked simply. This next addition to his team was much more intelligent than the first; it showed.
Frai smirked and shook his head a bit, just staring to see the guy's reaction. He would treat the pansy to a battle, but he didn't want to humiliate him any more than he already was.
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #6 on Nov 17, 2008, 4:52pm »
((I'm glad he can make you laugh; I intended him to be humorous. XDDD *blows nose* Still in recovery... ^^;;; ..... And what in the world is up with the word for the utensil one uses to eat soup? 0o;;; *had to change history after noticing word-replacement* ))
Ellard bared his teeth slightly at the further jibe on the earlier joke, but he caught himself and set his face back to a glare firmly. It wasn't really that he was too dense to get the joke, although the true reason was just as bad. He didn't give too much thought to things, especially when he was already preoccupied, and in this case he was focusing quite ardently on apologies and thanks. But good manners had been drilled into him so ardently he couldn't help thinking they were the most important thing in the world, even after his reason for their being important was long gone. After all, his mother wasn't anywhere in sight, and he now knew she never had any intention of upholding her end of the promise. Remembering that caused a slight pang of pain to his metaphoric heart, and since he couldn't restrain displaying it for at least a moment, the effect showed itself in a momentary wince that seemed to be for no real reason.
He shook his head slightly, though; he was letting himself get distracted from a man much more powerful than him, both as a fighter and as a trainer. One didn't get those muscles sitting around sipping tea with nobles - as Ellard had been forced to spend his days - and despite it being entirely possible to evolve a Growlithe at any level, he sincerely doubted that magnificent specimen was an example of such. Even a moment's distraction, as in real time his trip down memory lane had flashed rapidly by in a few seconds, could be deadly. But why did he remember this now, when he was still unaware of Frai's hand going to release a pokemon unknown? The answer was simple; he'd taken up fencing as a hobby, but had never set his pokemon against those of another trainer. He felt that he didn't need to make his pokemon fight unless it was absolutely necessary, and he didn't see the point in sparring, so he didn't even have the experience to know not to let the hands of the opponent's escape one's notice.
He bared his teeth at the reference to his earlier cowardice, but had nothing to say against it, and he would have kept his mouth shut. But Frai just had to ask that question. Kipper and Pingu had thus far been watching on blankly from the relative safety of Ellard's shoulders (Pingu had climbed up there to join Kipper while Ellard had been bowing and giving his thanks), but now Kipper stared in shock before facepalming as Pingu simply blinked. Kipper then gave Frai a look that very sarcastically said, 'Thank you soooo much.'
"I AM NOT GAY!!!" he'd shouted, for possibly the thousandth time in his life, with a bright flush of outrage on his face. He'd been asked this question a lot since his high-born peers had grown of an age where they knew every connotation of that word - that it was not simply another word for happy - simply because of his social awkwardness. He hadn't liked any of the girls because they were all so utterly spoiled and full of themselves that he found their personalities disgusting, not at all like the fair maidens in the stories. Yes, as one venue to escape his loneliness, and despite it being initially forced upon him, he would read. Although his tastes were specific - as was true in many other things - they were for books in a rather broad spectrum of subjects. From encyclopedias on pokemon to novels of knights and their heroic exploits, he spent quite a bit of time in the library, although most of the time was spent skimming and then tossing books that were either too full of the lifestyle forced upon him or were too depressing, although he occasionally indulged in a sappy novel (romance or otherwise - for otherwise, think 'Old Yeller') every now and then when he thought noone was looking. He had enough to be saddened about without reading something that made him want to cry. And sweet Arceus did sappy stories make him cry...
((The above paragraph makes me want to bash my head in with all those parentheses, but I don't know how to change it and still have that information without replacing the parentheses with far too many dashes... *headdesk* I'm surprised I haven't given myself an e-concussion already. XDDD And now that I've almost completely lost the train of this thread...))
He took a deep breath to compose himself, though, a habit forced onto him to control his occasionally explosive temper. That and he couldn't think of a way to disprove such an accusation - simply stating he found the female form visually delicious (although he'd never seen such form without clothing, and he was in the habit of mentally smacking himself with the sin-bat every time he so much as dared imagine such a sight) - didn't prove a blessed thing. After he'd let the breath out slowly, he blinked at Frai's question.
"As I said, Kipper was my sole partner at the time," he stated without any condescending tone in his voice whatsoever, although he was plainly still sore from the insults that had been thrown at him. It wasn't in his nature to tease but in friendly jest, and he was the farthest from a friendly mood he'd been in a while. As much as he disliked his noble peers, at least their insults weren't so blatantly insulting. A lot of noble insults were wordplay - a challenge for the receiver to decipher and respond to similarly without losing their cool. The first one to lose their cool tended to lose, and Ellard had never been very good at that game. If this had been one of those games, this would've been the fastest he'd ever lost.
Ellard blinked as he finally noticed Frai had a pokeball in his hand, but it was very shortly after airborne, and a flash of white light spilled from the sphere's depths as it popped open. Ellard stumbled back several paces in both panic and awe as he recognized the silhouette of the pokemon forming before him, and confirmation of what it was came as the light dispersed to leave behind a human-sized bug of spring green. This was a scyther, one the most powerful of the bug-type pokemon. Possessing phenomenal speed and razor-sharp scythes, neither Ellard nor his pokemon would get very far before being overtaken and cut to ribbons if Frai so ordered.
He bared his teeth, narrowing his near-purple-blue eyes at Frai as he asked, "What do you want? If it is monetary gain you are after, then you are probably out of luck; I have abandoned my family, and they have likely returned the favor."
There was no way he knew for sure, but now that he thought about it, his success in escaping Abel Manor was strange. And as far as he knew, none of the usual search parties had been formed to track him down yet, so now it was very likely they weren't interested in having him back anymore. As much of a relief as this was in some ways, he really could've used the protection of the family bodyguards right about now.
Pingu, being one to avoid confrontation at all costs, gave a squeaky chirp as he realized a battle was brewing and sidestepped to hide behind Ellard's head, who automatically raised a hand to pat the cowering young bird on the head. Kipper, however, narrowed his brown gaze at the scyther, keeping that gaze locked as he leapt down to the ground and landed with all four legs spread in a battle stance.
Ellard's eyes widened at this, and he took one step forward as he cried out, "Kipper, no! He's too strong for you!"
But the mudkip, although plainly trembling in nerves and giving a gulp of underconfidence in his ability to win this one, he stood stubbornly between his trainer and the scyther, waiting for the bug type to make the first move. He was scared, but he'd try to hold this one off for as long as he could so Ellard could escape.
Ellard, though, seemed to very suddenly remember what should've been obvious - he could return his pokemon to their pokeballs. So with a momentary fumble at the holding place for both Kipper and Pingu's pokeballs, he enlarged both before a red beam of light sprang from each to their respective pokemon. The mudfish pokemon gave a squeaking, "Mud!" of surprise as he was enveloped in red light, turning to look back at Ellard in stunned horror before vanishing.
Once both were safe, Ellard gave a sigh, gritting his teeth as he said, "I suppose since I have no means of defending myself save sacrificing the lives of my best friend and an innocent pokemon gifted me by my little sister-" he paused for a moment, an unreadable look flashing across his face that he immediately inclined his head downward to hide, "I suppose it matters not whether you answer the question. Do what you will."
His fists clenched at his sides, and although his instincts were screaming at him to run for it, he stood there, albeit trembling in fear of what was about to befall him.
Re: Oh the Tides of the Wilde « Reply #12 on Nov 28, 2008, 2:30pm »
((ooooh! You meant that thing I was saying about my profile! Yeah, it bleeped out spoon and I wound up having to take any references to spoon out entirely (like the saying 'born with a silver spoon in his mouth'). XDDD Thank ya for changing it. ^-^ ))
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