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A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

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"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?!"

He shouted out as he began to run after her, his hair flying back from the wind that was being generated. Growlithe was much faster then either human so he raced ahead of Toren and leaped through the air and sunk its teeth into Jen's clothing so that she couldn't run anymore. He planted his feet into the ground and struggled against Jen until Toren was able to catch up.

Once he reached the two of them, he panted for a moment before he grabbed Jen's arm and wheeled her around until she was facing him. He refrained from using his bloodied hand, which was resting at his side as the blood rolled down and soaked the grass below.

"Jennifer...please stop it. I DO care about you, whether you believe it or not. I don't want you to hurt youself..."

He said sadly, letting his gaze rest on her face, trying to figure out what she was thinking. Perhaps she was doing this because she was sick of him, in which case he would have to leave her alone. He dropped his hand back to his side and slowly began to back away, shrugging his head and turning away. As he did so, a tear rolled down his cheek, but his back was facing Jen and he was glad that she was not able to tell that it had happened.

"Go ahead...do it. I hope you realize that I...can't stop you."

He said, squeezing his hand and staring down at the ground. Growlithe began to whine, his eyes traveling in between Jen and Toren.
 
Riddel looked up. She had heard a twig snap, and the sound of someone falling bodily upon the ground.

"..." She stood up and picked up her two pokeballs, enlarging Toxin's, wondering who, or what, in the world would be walking around in this crazy forest. Unless... "Dart...you took us in a circle didn't you..." She said to nobody in particular, as Dart himself was not listening.

Though she had deducted that it was one of the others, she kept Toxin's pokeball enlarged. You could never be too sure, but she soon caught sight of the girl again. Riddel rolled her eyes as she noticed that she was bandaged, but had a fresh cut upon her arm. She leaned against a tree and shook her head, watching from a safe distance. Ah, the girl would probably freak upon sight of Riddel again. Something about 'rude'. Riddel nearly scoffed, but then the other boy caught her eye and she nearly laughed. His hand, no matter how hidden it was, was dripping crimson.

The girl indeed knew how to drag people into her situations. Riddel shook her head and continued to observe from a distance. She'd wait this one out until the girl did something stupid.

Toxin stirred in his pokeball, looking up at Riddel quizzically, but she merely held a finger to her lips, well hidden in the brush and behind the tree. He curled up again, and continued to snooze as Riddel watched. It would be a long night.

She looked up again as the boy said something about 'go ahead and do it,' and something about how he couldn't stop her.

Oh. My. God. Riddel rolled her eyes from what felt like the millionth time. No explanation needed for THAT one.
 
I turned my back to Toren's back. (XD) A tear rolled down my eye, as well.
"See? If you cared, you would try and stop me." Silence. Except for the odd feeling that someone else was watching.
Probably Jake.
No sign of water or an arrowhead anywhere.
"Anyone have something sharp, poisonous, and/or deadly?!" My voice echoed through the forest.
My green clip was stil in my palm, grasped tightly.
"Remember to tell that Ariados girl that I'm sorry for being so rude to her... even though she probably won't think much of it."
I decided to stall on my trip to heaven. Instead, I would just run- make the most of it. Have a nice, last meal, maybe. Get lost, have some fun with the others- die before they find me. Watch them from above- laughing their hearts out and saying, "At last! SHE'S GONE!" A tear would fall from my eye and make a rainstorm.
 
"Well, I tried stopping you, but that didn't work, now did it? I guess you'll be able to live that you ruined my life as well, you being gone and all."

He said, starting to walk forward, and whipping a large cloth out of his bag, wrapping it around his wound and wincing as it still hurt. He tried to wipe away all thoughts of Jen. She obciously didn't care about his feelings nor anybody else's, for if she did she wouldn't have gone as far as she did.

Growlithe began to whine some more, and he wanted to go stop Jen, but he was loyal to Toren so he began to chase after his master, trotting along and stopping as soon as he was alongside the boy. He looked up Toren's saddened face, and stared back down at the ground, sad as well.
 
I sighed as I heard the small "Thump"s in the grass fade.
"Y'know," I started. "I wouldn't mind if you would have one last meal with me." I felt my face go cherry-red. "I mean, you're one of the only people that I would want to have a last meal with." I dropped the clip, finally, from my sweaty palm.
"Nah, nevermind, You'd probably want to be alone anyway." I gently sat down on the damp grass and wrapped my arms around my legs. I sat there. Nothing else to do. I waited for something to happen- for me to get utterly embarrassed again, or to find Jake pop out of the woods, furious at me. I hummed a toon in my head- a sad one, yet beautiful.
OOC: Teh shortness of posts disease has taken over my braaaain!
 
"Last meal?"

He said, turning back and smiling sheepishly at her, then starting to walk back and leaning back against a tree, pulling his bag off that was on his shoulder and throwing it down towards the ground. It landed right in front Jen, and Toren eyed it curiously.

"You'll find some fruit in there, along with some snacks and stuff like that. I really have no idea."

He said, remaining against the tree with his arms crossed. His wrapped hand still hurt a little bit, but he tried to ignore it as he remained in the same position, relaxing his body and wondering how he would be able to convince Jen that this was not her "last meal."
 
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"Well I would say I shouldn't like to spend my last few hours alive cold." Riddel smirked as she folded her arms "Besides, I've got poison for the after-meal suicide now don't I? Not that Dart will do it, but Toxin might." Riddel knew that Toxin would indeed, do something such as kill a human, as he'd obviously never interacted with one other then Riddel herself, and didn't understand the importance of them. He probably only hung around because of Dart.

"So, unless I'm too," Riddel rolled her eyes before saying the next word "Rude for you, I'll accept that apology, and we can get to the clearing Dart found."

Toxin hissed at the sound of other voices <'Humansss...'> He hissed disdainfully.

"You're not killing anyone just yet." Riddel scolded as Toxin spat at the pokeball's outer layer.

<'I don't think thisssss iss the way ssssomeone would want to die.'> Toxin sneered <'The poisssson burnsss at your sskin, and eatsss away at you little by little.'>

<'And I say Riddel's scary.'> Dart muttered, shifting in his pokeball.

"Well whatever, I've got a fire going, and I'm sure that you wouldn't like to eat you "last meal" alone." Riddel smirked as she shrugged "So are you coming?"

She didn't wait for an answer before she headed for the camp, before stopping and turning around "And-you're right. I don't think much about your apology. Because the reason was rather....well...unsupported let's say. I've recieved a lot of reactions, and if you live long enough, I'll see a lot more that's worth an apology as touchy as that one, but being rude is not one of em'." Riddel said shaking her head as Toxin exited his pokeball to stare at the girl before slithering after his trainer.
 
OOC: O.o

IC:

Nothing was really making any sense to me.

Whatever happened after Cyndaquill's flame burst open was a mystery to me. All I remember was Cyndaquill perfroming a marvellous Flamethrower attack, and wounding the Bellsprout badly. I then remember christening Cyndaquill Flare-tamer, and capturing the Bellsprout, naming it Vine-trap. How I knew all of this was a complete mystery to me. An inner inuntuition told it to me, and I believed it. There's nothing more to it.

After that, I remember Jen saying that she wanted to commit suicide, and Toren trying to stop her twice, but giving up in the end. I then remember Jen asking Toren if he wanted to share the last meal with her, and then the Ariados-girl inviting the two to eat the last meal with her, in front of a fire. Thing really were turning out to be weird.

I decided not to interfere.

"Come on, you two. Let's leave these three to eat the last meal by themselves. I really don't want Jen to commit suicide, but she seemed quite close to Toren, and if her couldn't stop her, then no body can. I kow that I hav no choice of stopping them, so I might as well leave them alone," I whispered to Flare-tamer and Vine-trap.

<Right with you, Big-Jake,> replied Flare-tamer, smiling.

<Why d'you call him Big-Jake?> asked Vine-trap.

<He's bigger than me, and his name's Jake,> replied Flare-tamer sarcastically.

Vine-trap replied with a <Humph!>, and turned to me, deciding to ask me a couple of questions while we waited, <So, what d'you suppose we should do now?>

"Make a fire, and go to sleep...,"
 
I just stared. I stood up and stared.
Forget the apology, then.
Cinna continuously headbutted against my legs, begging me to not commit suicide.
"You had to eavesdrop, didn't you?" I clenched my fists.
"No thanks, I would rather not spend my last meal with you." I hissed coldly.
My fingernails were now dug into my palms.
"I didn't even ask you. I asked Toren."
I was shaking with anger as I glanced over at Toren.
"So next time, stay out of my business."
Steaming.
"If you can."
I sent Nida out of her stuffy pokeball.
Cinna growled softly at the girl. Nida followed suit; although it's hard to think of a Nidoran growling; but that's what she did.
The breeze whistled and my hair blew in my face.
"Oh, by the way, I never learned your name," My teeth were clenched together. "Fortunately."
 
"Whoa, calm down. just eat the food."

He said, motioning to his bag that was still resting on the cold ground in front of her. Growlithe barked curiously at Jen for a moment before running up to the bad, digging in with his mouth and easily pulling it open, then digging around on the inside until he found a couple of tiny bags containing a couple snacks. He returned from his little dig and trotted gently up to Jen, extending his mouth out and offering Jen the bags that were held in his teeth.

Toren, watching as Growlithe dug through his bag, soon shrugged his head and turned his head to look off into the horizon. The sun was currently making its way down, and created a beautiful sight with dark mixes of orange and lavender. He smiled gently, alwayd loving the scenery that the sun created every night as it went down. it made him feel very relaxed, as if he could fall asleep right there, leaning against the cold, hard tree.
 
Riddel spun around, a slightly angered and alarmed expression on her face "My name? How?" She hissed as Toxin turned his head and smirked, slithering forward to meet the growling pokemon "I didn't tell anyone my name."

<'The girl underssstandsss pokemon ssspeech. No thanksss to Dart.'> Toxin hissed as he slithered to meet the Nidoran and the Eevee.

Riddel scowled and clenched her fists as well thoughts ran through her head at the speed of light, ones like, 'would you like ME to kill you FOR you?!' or, 'Okay, this NICE issue is NOT for me, espescially not with this-'

"You're awfully sensitive. Perhaps I've changed your mind. Maybe you'd like to live just to switch your attitude around in mere seconds because MY personality isn't what you like. Especially since you have crazy mood swings every other second!" Riddel snarled, as Toxin stuck his forked tounge out periodically, feeling the anger and frustration radiating from his trainer as his adrenaline ran high in the middle of the night.

Riddel shook her head, trying to do away with the thoughts that told her to screw the last meal and have Toxin kill her right then and there. How pesky. She'd forget about ever helping that girl out ever again. She'd COMPLETELY misinterpreted EVERYTHING Riddel had said, and if she DIDN'T have the IQ to realize that what Riddel said was NOT offensive (partially) then it was NOT Riddel's problem.

Riddel stalked back to the clearing and sat at the base of the largest tree, Dart sighing and dreading the moment he'd be let out of his pokeball. The moment Riddel would unleash her anger upon him for teaching the girl her name. She folded her arms and tried to block out all sounds. She didn't quite frankly care whether the two were still going to share the clearing with her, as she knew one of them would be gone before the night was over, or, at this rate, most likely, but she was presently shoving out all thoughts of the blood on the girl's arm. It reminded her of-

<'Where'ssss the battle?'> Toxin asked disappointed as he slithered up to her.

"If you poison her pokemon, I'm sure she'll want to commit suicide twice. Blame herself no doubt, about 'letting her pokemon get poisoned'. Your poison is lethal Toxin. You've lived in a society untouched by humans. You're naturally more powerful." Riddel said moodily.

<'That nidoran isss a native.'> Toxin protested.

"This subject is closed!" Riddel snapped, closing her eyes. She was in no mood except pure frustration. She wondered whether the girl had visited a counselor lately. Talk about a wild swing through puberty.
 
OOC: Lol...NC, you really know how to RP...lol. This is turning out more dramatic than New Challenge way back last year at PE2K...I can't bleive this. Now, should I help Riddel, or Jen...

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Peering through a small grass patch, I shook my head.

Flare-tamer and Vine-trap were next to me, also staring at the fight going on between the Ariados-girl, and Jen. It really was amusing to watch the two girls, who were far from being girly, fight. Unlike typical girl-fights, these two were yelling and shouting insults, rather than scratching and spitting like retarded cats of some sort. Flare-tamer and Vine-trap were almost laughing because of the stupidity of the two fight.

<Are humans always like this?> asked Vine-trap, waving a leaf at me.

I grinned, smiling at Vine-trap's ignorance to the human race, after all, she had grown up in an environment completely separtaed from humans, and wouldn't know as much as a Pokèmon that had grown amongst humans.

"Not always. Only when some people get angry at each other, they become like this. Don't worry, I hardly get angry, only sad, or dissapointed," I replied, stroking Vine-trap's yellow face as she looked at the girls in awe.

We noticed the Ariados-girl and her Ekans (when did she get that?) return to their camp, talking angrily about Jen. From this angle, Jen was now out of view, and all that the three of us could see was the Ariados-girl seated by her fire, with her Ariados and Ekans beside her. Something was wrong about what was going on. Something had to be. Maybe Jen was in trouble, but she had Toren to take care of her. The Ariados-girl looked very hurt from the recent conflict. Perhaps I should...

"Flare-tamer, do you tink you could face that Ariados again. Not in battle, but just talk to it. I want to cheer up its trainer. You and Vine-trap could talk with her Pokèmon while I talk to her. What do you think?" I asked in a quiet whisper.

<It's fine by me,> replied Flare-tamer, <Vine-trap?>

Vine-trap nodded, and I gave both of them a best smile I could, and swallowed hard. This would be the first time since our battle at Pallet Town that the Ariados-girl and I would talk to each other. It seemed like such a long time ago that it was almost as if the two of us had become completely different people. perhaps we had, or perhaps we hadn't.

I stood up, and brushed past the grass shurb, with Flare-tamer and Vin-tra by my side, entering the clearing where the Ariados-girl was. I knew that it was dangerous to do this, but I needed to, if I were to ever make friends with her. I knew it was odd, but I didn't want to have an enemy, even if she did almost kill Flare-tamer, it wasn't her fault alone.

"Umm...hi. Remember me?"
 
OOC: Ariados is in his pokeball, but I can work around that. And, Diamond~Star's the good RPer, whenever I RP a bitter character, I never actually stick with making them bitter, but at this rate, it's a breeze!

IC: Riddel opened her eyes, but didn't look up to the bearer of the voice. She didn't really need to anyway, it was pretty hard to forget a voice you heard just hours earlier. She blinked once before looking up.

Dart poked his head around Riddel's shoulder and jumped <'It's the puny one!'> He said in surprise.

<'No native to thisssss foresssst.'> Toxin hissed slithering around Riddel's feet as she stood up <'But the bellssssprout...'>

"We'll find you someone to battle tomorrow." Riddel snapped at Toxin who sighed and stopped slithering "I remember you. Plain and clear. What-"

<'What do you want?'> Dart finished for her in a high girly voice that was not his own, or Riddel's for that matter. The girl in question glared at her pokemon, and in defense he pointed out, <'You know that was what you were gonna say.'>

Riddel shook her head in disbelief and folded her arms "Can I help you?"

Dart clucked his...tounge...at his trainer <'See, you wonder why that girl has crazy mood swings, but it's because you're rude, mean, and I guess when she was apologizing, you didn't seem to care, so-'>

"CAN IT DART!" Riddel snarled clenching her fists at her incredibly annoying and loud starter pokemon. She'd thought that of all pokemon, an Ariados would AT LEAST be slightly less talkative!
 
Toren leaned back again the tree casually, watching as Ridell began flaring up, as she usually did, and started yelling at Jen. Her Pokemon occasionally piped in, but he just tried to ignore everything that they were saying. He shrugged his head and looked down at the ground, running through his thoughts and not really paying attention to what was going on.

"Scy….ther!!!"

Toren jumped in surprise as he heard the name "Scyther" ring through the area in a hissing voice. He looked around wilding, and tried to pinpoint the location of the voice. He looked at Jen, Jake, and Ridell and muttered "be right back" before he darted off into the trees, Growlithe following at his heels. They ran for a couple yards before they came to a clearing, where Toren noticed a Scyther that was busy hacking away at a tree with its sharp blades, or hands, in other words.

"Scyther, we're here to challenge you!"

Toren shouted out, his voice reverberating through the area, entering into Scyther's ears and flicking on its brain. The Pokemon turned around and screamed out another "Scyther!" before charging towards Toren.

"Growlithe, attack Scyther with Ember!"

Growlithe leaped out in front of Toren and opened its mouth, sending the volley of flames rocketing at the charging Pokemon. The attack connected. And Scyther held its position in pain, holding up its blade in front of its body but not able to provide itself with defense against the blazing attack.
 
OOC: XD; I am NOT the good RPer. Everyone else is x3
IC:I snorted.
The D*mn B*tch.
"That's apparently what your Ariados means." I smirked at her.
"And I thought I had problems." I snorted again.
"Don't even think about poisoning my pokemon."
Silence. Although I could hear Toren in the background, doing something.
"Or you'll be sorry."
I smirked again.
Although, of course, I had no plan or anything, but who cares.I wasn't exactly afraid of this girl, though. Not at all. She was just a self-centered bratty little wimpy punk that I needn't worry about.
 
OOC: ...You're post is confusing me Diamond~Star...0_0;; That's what Ariados meant? Don't think about poisoning your pokemon? When did this all happen?! XP
 
"Dodge it!"

Toren shouted towards Growlithe as Scyther attempted to swing at the little dog with one of its blades. Unfortunately, Grwolithe was not swift enough and was sent hurling into a tree by the Scyther. The green Pokemon smikred and now charged forward in an attempt to harm Toren. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the attack, for he knew that there was no way escaping it. The Scyther was much faster than him.

Toren stood there. The attack had not come. He opened his eyes to see Scyther several feet away from him, shrieking in pain from a surprise Ember from Grwolithe.

"Alright, let's finish this off with Bite!"

Growlithe nodded and leaped forward, only to be met with another swipe of Scyther. The fore dog winced in pain and twitched on the ground for a moment. Scyther approached and prepared for one last attack, but Growlithe opened its mouth and fired off another Ember. Scyther was too surprised to defend itself and fell to the ground.

Toren ran closer and rubbed Growlithe for a moment before he unclipped an empty Pokeball from his belt and tossed it lazily at Scyther. The Pokemon went inside, and after three "Beeps" a ding reverberated through the area. Toren smiled and hurried to pick up his Pokeball, then ran back to Growlithe.

"Good job, boy. Here you go."

He opened his bag and reached into one compartment, returning with a couple, small pellets. He tossed the pieces of Pokemon food at Growlithe and then started running back towards the others. He finally got there and returned to his position against the tree, breathing heavily, but acting as if nothing special had happened.
 
OOC: Maybe you didn't even hear it. Maybe I was talking to myself. XD
 
OOC: Yeah, that was another issue I was wondering about, because I thought that Jen hadn't even arrived at the clearing, and I was like, wait a second, did Jen somehow get to the clearing to insult Riddel, or did I miss something majorly big? XD Okay, so we'll say Jen was talking to herself? 0_0;;

IC: I felt a little strange. To be standing and talking to someone whom my own pokemon had nearly killed their own. Why was he even talking to me? After his pokemon- the cyndaquil at my feet - was almost literally poisoned to death by the pokemon who was once standing by my side. I thought it might've been a scarring event, but as my maid had said...

"The world won't react to you like I do Miss Kakumani. They'll react accordingly to their personalities, to their likes, and to their dislikes. Not everyone is as forgiving for the past as I am. And not everyone, will treat you the same as I do."

I had almost laughed cruelly at that remark. She only knew the outlines of an abusive past, of which my adopted parents had informed her of. She didn't know that I knew perfectly well that the world would react differently to my personality. She didn't know, that I just didn't care after awhile. Thinking of my maid brought me back to the start. The start of this journey, that eventually led to meeting suicidal, and emotionally sensitive people that I couldn't stand at all.

"Take some risks Miss Kakumani, it's what makes life great!" A small white haired old woman said gently as she spoke to a figure that sat silently upon a grand four post bed. The figure was shadowed in the expansive, yet dark room, it's knees pulled up to it's chest and it's arms wrapped around them.

"Risks are what got me here Charlette." A hoarse, yet strong voice said in a scary sort of tone.

"Miss Kakumani, you'll never get anywhere by sitting on your bed and brooding, no matter how poor, or elegant the bed is. Are you just going to let your life you've worked so hard to gain possession of rot away?" Charlette asked taking a tentative step forward.

The figure remained silent but shifted further with the old woman's advance, which quickly dissapated, as an Ace of Spades flung so violently to the old lady's feet that it fell halfway through the cracks made by the wooden panels placed side by side. Three more poker cards dangled from the figure's outstretched arm.

"Professor Oak, a fine fellow if I do say so myself, is giving out pokemon to start journey's for fresh and potential trainers. Any pokemon from each of the four regions. Why don't you try it out? It'll be nice to have a companion that will never leave your side." Charlette said folding her hands in her lacy apron's pocket "I'll let you think about it. There's a book on each specie of pokemon in your bookshelf. Your father wrote it himself." And with that she quietly closed the door.

"Never...leave...your...side..." The figure said, it's voice no longer hoarse as the person dropped the act. But the voice grew hard and bitter when they remembered the last few words Charlette had said "He's not my Father." It said, as though the subject was closed, and slowly, so slowly, it moved out of the bed, and took out a thick book with a brand new cover and spine, the cover merely stretched leather with no title.

I snapped out of my reverie, and remembered something more present. The fact that I was still awaiting the boy -I didn't think I knew his name- and his answer to my question. Erm...my rather blunt question.

I knew Dart was right. That I was mean, blunt, rude, and pretty much any synonym for those words. But that was my personality. Or, it may not have been, but it was a little too late for that. For about the millionth time, I tried to blink away the blurry haze in my left eye. I'd gotten into the habit of forgetting I'd never been able to see quite right in that eye, and always thought that the filmy grey was just something that had managed to attach itself to the surface of my dark eyes for the day, and would be gone the next.

My fingers itched for my deck of cards at home, so that I might be able to fling the ones that had been made of a kind of metal I couldn't name at that girl. She vaguely remembered hearing the boy refer to her as 'Jen'. Who knew? Perhaps it was her Eevee, or her Nidoran's nickname.

Reminiscing, and wondering about what I would do if I had this or that. It was a terrible habit and hobby of mine, that arose after I'd been in the world of having whatever I desired at my fingertips, except for the things I wanted the most, which money could never truly buy. And there were so many that I could name, I wondered if I could've gotten them had I never lived in a higher class.
 
OOC: Yeah, Diamond Star is good, as she is just learning, and pretty god for an RPGer. I've known really good writers run an RPG by describing too much, and not actually contributing to the plot of the RPG. Diamond Star, at least helps to move the plot along. I was just saying that I like the style in which you RPG in, it's very...interesting.

IC:

Do no overreact... I berrated myself, as I was just about to reply snidely to the brute question that the Ariados-girl just asked me, with no consideration to how I felt.

"Well, I noticed that you were spending a lot of time by yourself," I replied.

<Add something on, you dufas!> screamed Flare-tamer to me, <it seems like you want to ask her out. Say something that makes her know that you don't mean that. At least, I hope you don't, anything except that Ariados...>

"I thought you might appreciate company. You know, so that one of us can be on guuard duty while the other sleeps."

<Much better,> remarked Vine-trap sarcastically.

I gave both of them a glance that clearly to them to shut up, or risk facing my wrath. No doubt, it made them laugh even harder, but I wasn't really worried about how they mocked me. I always knew that they never meant anything personal. We had a great relationship, and I didn't want to break it. The Pokèmon, I mean.

Still waiting for the Ariados-girl to answer, I sat down, deciding to strick up conversation.

"So, what's your name, anyway?"

OOC: I'll have to do a flashback another time, once I've made sure that no one thinks I copying you, NC...
 
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