OOC: OMG! It's Cradily! *Tackleglomps banner* Thanks BB! It rules! ^_^
And curse my internet connection for messing with me this morning. Gah, it keeps complaining that it can't connect but as soon as I hit the same link again there's no problem whatsoever. Stupid connection...<.<
Anyways, on Valen and clowns...*Shudders* Odds are he'd tell them some really morbid jokes, as in, the kind were clowns who pester people meet really ugly ends, and hope that they'll take the hint and scram. If not...well, then BB's suggestion is quite close to what would happen, I believe. xD
And yay for your Gardevoirs, Yibber. ^-^Although one of them has been swiping stuff from May's closet. xD Anyways, I like the upper right one best but they're all...um...Gardevoirish. Although you do ought to have something to post. *Pokes Vincent's previous reaction* they can spot Reina and Valen shortly since they're supposed to be real close to the place now. Aaanyhow...
IC:
Valen turned his attention back to the present as Reina attempted a shift of topic by asking about his injuries. The previous subject had been far from enjoyable for the boy, although he was glad to find that the girl hadn't pushed the matter on, or given one of those 'Oh my god, I'm so sorry...' responses, the boy hated those with a passion. Yes, he had been scarred by his life, but they weren't a beggar's scars, purposefully brought forward in the hopes of sympathy and help, he was a fighter, a survivor, and to him his scars were, much like the torn sleeve on his jacket, reminders, reminders of mistakes he had made but which he would not repeat, to be remembered but not to be wallowed in, and it was a refreshing change to hear someone who had realized that.
"I...think they're a bit better now." he replied slowly, carefully attempting to move his arm about a bit. To his relief, it obeyed readily enough, although the familiar jolt of pain still came with it, albeit a bit less severe this time, and the arm felt pretty weak. Indeed, he seriously doubted that it could serve much practical purpose in its current state, but at least it felt fairly okay as long as he didn't move it overmuch. Making a second attempt at standing up, the boy still felt a bit dizzy and light headed, but managed to maintain his footing this time, although he had to take some support from the wall behind him with his left hand.
At Tabanasi's question, Kachiko took a small pause of thought before replying, {Erm...nope, papa dun laugh very much.} she concluded, shaking her head, but before she could elaborate, the Mawile suddenly noticed that her trainer was on his feet, {Ohh! Papa is allright again!} she called out, jumping at the boy's leg, for that was as far as she could reach, and hugging it, nearly causing Valen to fall over again and forcing him to lower himself down to the pavement again.
"I'm...not quite allright yet..." the boy confessed, knowing that the steel type had learned to see through the standard excuse and stroking her head, "But I'm getting there, don't worry."
{Hey! Look!} Cespenar suddenly exclaimed, pointing down the street where the procession led by Vincent and Lori had just become visible, {Tis' a band of valiant warriors heading our way!}