A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

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"That's okay. Dart won't get lost, ariados have very keen senses, and now that he knows what a stream sounds like, he won't lose himself. If he does, well, he'll find his way back eventually." Riddel said, brushing it off as she arranged the twigs on the ground, clearing away any of the other little twigs around it.

"Do you want to lock the fire?" Riddel asked, standing up from her crouching position and clapping her hands against each other to brush them off.

She could still feel the stinging of the bitter cold water, and pressed her hands against her arms to warm them up. Locking the fire would reduce the risk of making a fire bigger then intended, but it would take more time, and Riddel was getting rather impatient "If you want to lock it, just get some stones, and put it around if you didn't already know." She said holding her sidebag's strap flat on her palm as the compass needle turned this way and that until it point north.
 
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To tell the truth, I had absolutely no idea what locking a fire was, but Riddel was smart enough to tell me. I nodded in confirmation, and began to look around for some stones. Obviously, we would not want the fire to spread, and cause a forest fire. Opposite to common thought, the stones were actually pretty easy to find, as it was bright daylight, in the middle of a clearing. I picked up a couple of small and round pebbles, just about enough to make a two-tiered circle around the logs.

Quickly laying them our, I nodded to Flare-tamer.

Thanks to Flare-tamer's Ember, we soon had a healthy fire blazing brightly near a stream, I was about to pick up the pot, but thought it better to ask Riddel first.

"Should I boil the water now, or do you have other plans with the fire?"
 
Riddel glanced over her shoulder and shrugged "Whatever you want." She looked to her left-North. So far, it would've been obvious that she and Dart were traveling south. So continuing south it was. It would be stupid to backtrack.

She sighed and stood from her spot, walking over to a tall tree and putting one hand flat upon the rough bark, staring into the endless depths of the forest. East. It seemed never to end, and as peaceful and beautiful as the scene was, sunlight puncturing the canopy creating a brilliant light show, Riddel was not one for beautiful things. They only made her feel ugly, and the last thing she needed right now was a decrease in confidence.

But it was soon enough when the serene image was shattered. From the tree branches fell a dizzied spider, bigger then big, and uglier then ugly. Riddel walked up to the ariados's side as it's legs flew here and there pointing things out to an imaginary companion.

<'I see a lot of sun's. And stars. And skies...'> He muttered in a crazed babble. Riddel sweatdropped and snapped,

"Stop fooling around!"

But Dart wasn't kidding, she soon found out, as he continued to stare into space and mumble stupid phrases. He'd probably been hit with an attack that induced confusion. And so as Riddel brought her dazed pokemon back into his pokeball, she returned to the stream side where the fire was, as confused as her ariados. Dart was too fast to be hit by a megapunch, but a confusion was a different story.

"Hey," Riddel asked the Bellsprout, "Your name is Vine-trap right? Do you know of any psychic pokemon that live in this forest? Or any pokemon that can use confusion?"
 
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I began to pick up the pan of water, before I heard Riddel ask Vine-trap a question. I continued with my work, waiting for Vine-trap to talk to me, and then I would translate it to Riddel. It took Vine-trap a while to answer. I don't know whether out of deep thought, fear, or just a plain lack of an answer. But in the end, as I saw the water slowly heat up. At first she seemed reluctant to answer, but she soon got into full flow.

<Well, to tell the truth, I don't think that there are any Psychic Pokémon in the forest. Perhaps just outside, in that cave, but not in the forest. However, if your Ariados is confused, then it must have been through another way. I have a feeling that the forest is home to a flock of Butterfree, and maybe he encountered them in the wrong footing. They can use Supersonic, or so I've been told. Either that, or one of the other trainers has captured a Pokémon that can confuse. Although, there are a few Pokémon that keep themselves very hidden, and do not reveal themselves in this forest, so perhaps it was one of them,> said Vine-trap.

It was hard for me to go word for word, but in the end, I managed to recite the entire speech of sorts to Riddel, and, waiting for her to answer, contnued tending to the fire.
 
Riddel nodded and folded her arms. What a stupid pokemon she had, getting into a fight with a butterfly no doubt. A supersonic could cover more ground then Dart could move through, so perhaps that was one reason, but on closer examination, Riddel found she quite frankly didn't care.

"You know, I think it's kind of useless to heat up the water because you only have one waterbottle and I have zero. There's no where to put it. Unless you guys are going to drink mostly all of it?" Riddel asked sitting herself down on a rock just next to the smooth flowing stream, her arms loosely wrapped around her knees.
 
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I looked up from the fire.

"Well, it was your idea to boil the water to rid it of germs, but I see what you mean. But my water bottle can carry about half the pot's capacity, so maybe we should only heat half of it? I doubt that any of us wants to drink boiling water, so if we are planning to drink most of it, then we'd better wait for a while before drinking it."

I paused form placing the pan on the fire, and looked up at Riddel, thinking for a while, about something totally differernt. Who would have imagined, that the person who I would rely on most in the middel of nowhere, is the person who was the reason for my first loss.

Who would have believed...
 
OOC: Jen had been stupid on purpose ^_~ XD [/randomfact]
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I stood up realizing how stupid I had just been. I brushed the dirt off my pants and stayed a fair distance away from Toren and his pokemon. Cinna hopped onto my backpack, as always, and Nida was striding alongside me in silence, although I think she may have mumbled something under her breath.
I forced myself not to think of what just happened. I was about ready to smack myself for my stupidity. I would've, too, if Cinna wasn't on my bag.
Self control, self control...
I thought to myself. Whenever my dad got P.O. at a driver, besides him cussing, he would seriously just wan to run right into them. I usually said "Self control", and thenhe thought of me in the car and decided not to. (OOC: This actually happened yesterday XD. I would do a flashback but that'd be copying ^_~)
 
Riddel raised an eyebrow and said slowly and clearly, "Unless you want to get sick and die from the bacteria in the water, boiling the water is your best bet, but if not, be my guest and drink it from the stream. Anyway, as for the other issue, your water bottle is full right now is it not? That rules out carrying it. No less, I refuse to share a bottle with you if you drink right from the lip, but otherwise, either way doesn't matter to me, as I'm fine with it either way. Might as well let the pokemon get a drink of water from your water bottle, then refill it once the water's cooled."

Riddel felt weird. She had probably spoken more to Jake then anyone else...other then Akaine, but Akaine was like her best friend mother. But most of the things she said were about how they would go about their business for the day. It was neccessary, she supposed. But who would've guessed that she'd be stuck traveling with the guy who's pokemon she almost killed?

And the guy she handed his butt-kicking?

OOC: Hahaha, these things in television are so funny, when they think like, the same thing. XD
 
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Shaking my head, I bent down, and occupied myself by placing th pan over the fire, and watching the water heat up. I sat back, leaning on my hands, as I waited for the water to heal, reflecting on what had happened over these past few hours. It was likely to take me ages before I would be able to remember everthing, seeing as the previous night was such a busy one. In fact, I doubted that anyone got more than four or five hours of sleep. It didn't bother me, as much, beause I hardly got any sleep anyway, but he did think that it would bother some of the others who seemed to live perfectly normal lives. This, would of course, rule out Riddel, although I don't really know what happened in her life to make her like that.

That was another thing that was odd. Riddel. For one minute, she would seem very helpful, telling you what do do, and how to do it, giving you suggestions on the best possible way of doing so, but the next second she was complete opposite. She was cold, and unhelpful, making sarcastic remarls if you asked her a question. It didn't really bother me, because I had known that Riddel would be like this when I offered to accompany her, so I'm not complaining, just stating the facts. In a way, it made me feel a lot more at home, because the lady at the orphanage was a lot like Riddel, although I never really did get to know her name.

"To answer your question, although you never really asked any question, but anyway. My water bottle is almost empty, really. I drank so much of it waiting for Professor Oak to call out my name that I forgot that I might need it in despereate times. So, if there's a question of no space in my watter bottle, then that can be tossed aside. However, I do drink it from the lip, so you might not want to share. Also, feel free to let your Pokémon drink the water on the fire once it's hot. I'm planning on letting Flare-tamer, and Vine-trap do so, as well," I said, making sure that the water was still alright.
 
OOC: I've decided to engage another one of my Pokemon, if that's okay. *Winks*

Hmm, I wonder where Ridell and Jake are, haven't seem them since yesterday. I wonder of they're okay...

He shrugged his head, trying to dispell the thoughts. Ridell had acted cold towards all of them and Jake...well, Toren didn't have any opinions of Jake yet, so he was pretty much neutral towards him.

"Wait, guys. Did you hear that sound? Sounds lke the flapping of wings....AGH!"

Toren shouted out as a blur whizzed right through him, tackling him to the ground and then zipping back into the air. Toren was now lying uncomfortably on the ground, his chest pounding with pain from where this 'blur' had sped into him.

"Kale, use slash!"

He yelled at his Scyther, watching as it jumped into the air, using its razor-sharp blades to slice through Toren's attacker. The thing fell to the ground, revealing itself to be a Pidgeotto.

"Wow...that thing's strong..."

Toren muttered to himself as he climbed to his feet, brushing all the dirt off that had gathered on his body. He then took a couple steps closer, making sure that the bird woudn't leap up and attack him again.
 
OOC: Hope you don't mind if I change my line-up. ^^;; *points to sign-up sheet*

Riddel glanced at Jake when he confirmed he drank from the lip. She blinked before she shrugged. She'd deal with that issue once it became a little more important, but for now, she looked around "I don't think Dart or Toxin need cleaned water. They both can drink straight from the stream- poisoning won't have any effect on them."

Riddel folded her arms and watched the stream.

'Ugh!' She thought 'What are you supposed to do when there's nothing to say or do?!'

OOC:*stabs post for shortness*
 
OOC: I feared that this would die... :(

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I quickly nodded, to show that I understood, and turned back to the fire.

Slow bubbles were forming along the surface of the water, indicating that it would sooner or later boil. Keeping a close watch on the fire with one eye, I rummaged around in my bag, looking for something to keep me busy. I couldn't sit here, tending to the water the whole day. I finally found a book, and pulled it out, leaning against the tree trunk, and flippng open to page 52. I began to read.

I was soon engrossed in the book, which was about a strugle between a young boy, who was starnded in an unknown place, trying his very best to adapt, while also trying hard to get back to his home. The heroic attempts to join in with the wildlife was admireable, but rather dim-witted.

Little did I know, that the water was boiling well, but I was too interested with the novel, to care.
 
Riddel glanced at the sky. It no longer had the dull grey quality it possessed when Riddel first began to get impatient. She clenched her fist and felt like punching something hard. Of course, the bark on trees would only make her knuckles scathed and bloody, and, well, Jake wasn't exactly the best punching bag. There was nothing soft to punch around here, and the thought only made Riddel even more frustrated then before.

"Is the water done yet?" She asked, twirling around to see Jake reading a book and the water boiling merrily with bubbles skimming the top. Riddel was silent for a moment, watching the bubbles rise and sink and rise again "Where's your water bottle?" She asked, holding out an expectant hand, her other hand on her hip as she waited for the boy who was obviously too engrossed in his reading to notice the water.

But the water was the only thing keeping them from leaving, and so the sooner it was over with, the better.

OOC: Gah! These posts are all fillers. We need to make stuff happen. =_=
 
OOC: Yeah, I know. I asked Jennie to come and post, but apparently she's having some sort of 'RP Block' *Sighs*

Toren stood over the Pidgeotto, watching as it writhed slightly, its wings spread out into the air trying to shoo Toren away. Toren shook his head and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a long roll of some sort of cloth. He bent down, ripping off large portion of it.

As Toren began wrapping it around the bleeding wound that the Pidgeotto had recevied from Kale, the bird slowly stood up and gave a grateful look towards Toren. The trainer smiled and nodded, standing up and then turning around, starting to briskly walk away.

"Kale, Volley, come on; we've already done too much."

As the two reluctant Pokemon followed, Toren heard a faint cry from behind him. He saw a Pokeball that he had dropped lying on the ground directely in front of Pidgeotto. The pokemon nodded at Toren, pecking the small, red sphere and allowing itself to be sucked in. It beeped and flashed three times before settling down.

"Wow..."

Toreb muttered in admiration as he quickly walked back, bending down and grasping the Pokeball in his hands. All he had done was do a simple act of kindness to the Pidgeotto, and in return...it had joined him...

(Corny, I know XD)
 
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