Showgan -- Standing On Edge (Invitational)

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Hiiii Yibber! XD And yay for Saturday, erm, Plushie's Friday maybe. ^^ Gah, I'd love to write an IC but meh dog is nagging me to take her for a walk. Be back shortly, don't dissapear anywhere, m'kay?

 

[Charon]

{ooc| *glares* curse you, Alter. My Dad will be back any time now, so I will have to get off. xP Then I'll walk my dog... I love him...=) Though, he's currently sleeping. He looks all fluffly and warm...*cuddles him*}

 

[Ibuberu]

HIIII!!!!!!!TITAN!!!!!!! *ish all stealthy*

Hm..how late it ish over here.*stare blanky at clock*

Okay,me relates to Charon,a lot.
Me mom's not too fond of me using the comp. so late...
But she's in her room now,watching TV I hope..
Plus,me brain,it be running out of juice.>_<

Okay,sorry,change that.
Mom came out..she's biting my head off...*ow...*(bet Charon's mom and dad don't do that!XD)

Darn you Titan!!

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: *Is back...and cursed* Sowwee...but I can't just leave a dog who has to...attend to a call of nature, yes, that shall do, in the house like that either, and it's not like I can count on anyone else taking her out on this time of the day. -_-

IC:

"I'm sure you would have." Rai replied politely at the girl's protest, "But I didn't go through an actor's training for nothing. I would have taken up telling the story if you wouldn't have. Although I must admit, you were very creative." he smiled at the girl, not giving out any indication of noticing how she nearly tripped over. After all, what did it matter if the practicalities didn't work out as long as the thought was there?

"That it isn't." the boy replied to Jena's question concerning his name "My name is Raistlin, although I've never quite liked that name so I would be much obliged if you just called me Rai. I'm glad to meet you Jena, although the environment could be better." he cast a glance at the rather messy alley they were in. It wasn't really that bad as alleys went, but for someone grown up in as luxurious an environment as Rai it was a veritable dump. The boy tried not to pay too much attention to it, though, as for all he knew this could be standard in the world outside Kingsfield.

At Cascade's question and friendly smile Chupon, who had been silently following the events from Rai's shoulder, was quick to reply, smiling in an unusually secure manner at the Mudkip, it was about his size after all, and didn't really look dangerous either.

{I'm Chupon.} the little gecko proclaimed, performing a bow somewhat similar to the one's he had seen Rai perform, although it wasn't quite as gracefull and he nearly tripped over his own feet. {And the grouchy one over there is Ashura.} he gestured towards the Scyther who merely gave the Mudkip a curt nod and a suspicious glance, muttering something under her breath before turning back to stare down the Ponyta whom no-one else seemed to have noticed. {She says it's nice to meet you.} Chupon lied automatically {Well...that's roughly what it means anyway...} he added as an afterthought, staring at his feet for a while before turning back to the Mudkip {Who are you?} he asked, staring at the water type with utter fascination, the Mudkip was almost as fascinating a creature to him as the Zubat he had met on the train, and seemed to posess the distinct advantage of not having leapt out at him and nearly given him a heart attack. {And...uh...what are those things at the sides of your head?} the little gecko asked after a while, pointing at the Mudkip's gills.

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"It's about time..." a male voice noted as Maxie stepped into the lounge, a fairly sizeable room which was almost entirely occupied by a large table in the center and the rows of chairs that surrounded it, if there were any decorations they were hard to spot as the room's lighting seemed to have been purposefully dimmed, the light that normally shone in from the small windows located by the ceiling obscured by grey curtains and the electrical lighting turned off, except for a single lamp that shone at the very middle of the table, on the other side of which a black armchair of the kind that had a rotating base had been located, its back currently turned towards the door, obscuring the person sitting in it from sight except for a few strands of grey hair sticking out from over the headrest. "Lackeys should know better than to report in late." the armchair slowly turned around, revealling the man who had purposefully bumped into Maxie earlier, leaning back in the chair with a particularly self-satisfied smirk on his face, holding the tips of his fingers together and eyeing her in an appraising manner. "Now then..." he said "Let's talk business."

 

[Charon]

{ooc| It's 13:25 here, but I took the day off school. I missed the bus and couldn't get to school, because my parents had already left. There are problems with living in the countryside....^^; They came in and completely flipped.

Oh, I also recomend you guys all download music by 'Block Party' , if you have limewire or bearshare or something similar. I'm a addicted to them, they're a good example of British Indie Rock & Roll.}

Fang scrambled out of Maxie's pocket to perch on her shoulder. From here, he listened intently, no doubt making a mental map of the room with his sonar vision.
Maxie didn't recognise the man at first - it was only when he spoke, did the girl put two and two together.
"Where's my Ralts?" she demanded icily, ignoring the comment about being a 'lackey'. She wasn't an executive, but she was higher than your common grunt. If he didn't watch his mouth, he'd-
{Maxie, calm down.} Fang urged his trainer. She had a terrible temper, and God forbid anyone that gave her a reason to hate them. She was eyeing the man sceptically. She doubted he knew what he was dealing with... she crossed her arms across her chest defensively.
"Well?" she spat, "What do you want, you scheming old sod?"
Fang's ears flicked back, readying himself, not so much as to attack, but to contain his trainer. She very frequently forgot she was fourteen, underweight and female, and attempted to take a smash at her enemies herself.

 

[Random Plushie]

OOC: Tee hee, one post before Plushie goes to school. =3

IC:



Again, Kayley attempted to search through the crowd with merely her eyes, trying to find the distinct roof of the Pokemon Center. Yeesh, how could so many people be in the exact same place at once? She sighed mentally, now becoming quite frustrated.

Fishy snapped out of his daydream when he noticed that Razz was still frozen in place. Now, this just wasn't right. She had to be over here if he was going to annoy her a bit more. Although, he couldn't help but wonder what she was staring at..

{Razzie!} Fishy exclaimed, finally hopping off of Kayley's shoulder, landing on the ground with ease, as if he'd done such a thing thousands of times. {What'cha lookin' at?} He posed loudly, trotting right up to the Ponyta's side, looking into the alley, but finding nothing interesting whatsoever.

Razz twitched again, visibly, as Fishy uttered her mock-nickname into the world again.

{Those Trainers seem intriging.} Razz said, surpressing her anger. {So does that Scyther.} She added after a short pause. Indeed, the Bug-type had taken notice of her, and seemed to be all-the-more agitated.

 

[Alter Ego]

For a moment, it seemed like the man was about to lash out in anger, but only for a moment as he soon reigned his temper, returning to smirking once more and twirling his moustache. "My, my, my...how very reckless, and perfectly simian, of you to insult me in my own domain." he said, "I'd suggest containing your primitive instincts, even though that wouldn't leave you with much else, as such outbursts are...very likely to get certain third party representatives hurt..." he smirked at the girl in front of him "And if that is your aim then you should simply have neglected my summons altogether." he took a pause to let his words sink in, continuing to smirk at Maxie's agitation. Such anger... he thought for himself This one will make a perfect scapegoat...and once I have no need of her... he chuckled inwardlyShe can be disposed of, and Team Rocket will take the blame. I'm a genious!

 

[Charon]

{ooc| Sly one, Plushie!}

Maxie fell silent immedietly. She couldn't let Sephy get hurt....she was the daughter of the great Persephone VI.... and she had been a gift.
"Why do you want our little Ralts? You can walk out the door and catch one, godammit!" she averted her eyes, struggling not to throw something. Eventually she turned to look back at him, a desperate glint in her eyes. "We'll do anything you want," she whispered, biting her lip, "just don't hurt Sephy."
She glanced to Fang. He dipped his head ever so slightly.
{Don't worry. We'll just wait 'til he think we're helpless... then we can smash the place up.} he screeched calmly. After all, very few people could understand his hap-hazard language.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Gack, missed Plushie's post! Hang on...>.<

IC:

Ashura continued watching the Ponyta, her sharp hearing allowing her to listen in on the fire type's conversation with the Mudkip from before. {Intriguing, am I?} she hissed quietly for herself, {That little horsie will just have to find her intrigument elsewhere.} Suddenly, the Scyther's outline blurred as she began moving rapidly back and forth between two spots close to each other, faster and faster until it became to much for the naked eye to watch, her presence seeming to be little more than a blurr of green. Let's see her watch this... the Scyther thought for herself, slipping completely out of view with a Quick Attack and beginning to sneak up behind the Ponyta, ready to give the fire type a little shock.

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"Better..." the man said, smirking in contentment at the new tone in Maxie's voice. "Perhaps even a simian as cerebrally challenged as you can be raised to something close to human intellect, given the proper time and incentive. We shall see..." he took a slight pause, twirling his moustache once more as he continued "Although considering the foolishness of your question I doubt it." he said "It is not the Ralts itself that interests me, weak little thing that it is, but rather...what value the little creature holds as ransom, a concept that is no doubt a bit too much for your simple mind to grasp. If you wish your Ralts to be safe I shall require a service from you. Follow orders unqestioningly and diligently or little Sephy shall find herself in a spot of trouble..." his smirk grew even more self-contented "Is this clear?"

 

[Light_Azumarill]

OOC: Whew, that wasn't as bad as it could have been. XD It could have been a page.


Zachary
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Zachary and Ron were still standing outside of the building that the rude girl had just walked into. They didn't hear and funny sounds or anything from it, so they assumed things were going well.

{Maybe she lives here. Let's just go!} Ron snapped, tugging at Zachary's jeans.

Zachary raised an eyebrow, "Will you stop it already! Nothing's wrong; calm yourself down before you crack that metal head of yours from excitement."

Feeling even more frustrated, Ron began walking up to the building.

"What the heck?! RON! What the heck are you doing?!" Zachary half-whispered, half-yelled after his pokemon as he chased after it.

{Takin' a look! I'm not about to just stand around for hours and never know what's going on! So lets scout around,} the little Aron said, hobbling up to the front door.

Zachary frowned, "Yeah, they'd just let us walk in. Come on Ron! You know better than that." Ron didn't stop at the door though, he went instead to the right of it, and around to the side of the place.

{Maybe there's a back door,} he said brightly, figuring if they were going to get caught, best be not while they walked through the front door. Unfortunately, they had no idea how dangerous this place really was....

 

[Alter Ego]

"Hey! Stop right there! What do you think you're doing?!" a gruff male voice sounded out from the side-door of the Fisherman's Bounty.

Out into the alley rushed a stout and muscular man, his short, black hair tied up with a sweaty piece of cloth that might have been white at one time but now had a distinct tone of brown to it, a few drops of blood mingling with the tarnished cloth, his sizeable torso was covered by a large apron much of the same colour as the piece of cloth around his head, that hung down almost to his feet, a tarnished, light blue shirt barely visible underneath. The man's hands were curled into fists, and he was waving them in a treathening manner, the effect of this amplified by the sizeable cleaver in his hand, his face red with anger as he shouted out at something he had heard in the alley.

 

[Charon]

If possible, the girl's gaze seemed to intensify. "A service..." She quite frankly had now idea what a Simian was, and she had completely lost track of the man's words half-way through, but the last bit..... now that made sense. If that perverted old lump of a man expected anything other than her usual jobs, he had another thing coming. She specialised in asassination. She had been born to do it. It would be total immoral for her to do anything else.
Maxie's eyes flashed warningly. "What sort of service?" she asked, her voice almost a growl. Her hands slipped to the chain around her neck.

Fang's ears were twitching in confusion. How did this man know about Maxie? That made him worried. They were a top secret project - incredibly cliche, but incredibly important to the Rockets. Had their beloved Team finally decided to cut their losses and sell Maxie and Fang on? The zubat hoped not, especially if her hands were giving her grief again...

{ooc| I gotta go to Parent's Evening in about half an hour xP}

 

[Light_Azumarill]

Zachary
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'Great job Ron!' Zachary thought angrily to himself. He knew this would happen! Now they were facing certain doom with this guy. Oh well... time to take a chance.

"Hey! Calm down there big guy, I was just looking around! I didn't see anything! Whatever goes on in this place. I'll just leave this place, the girl I was watching out for wasn't that nice to me anyway," Zachary said quickly, trying to look as though he knew nothing; which was really the truth. His eyes widened a bit though... perhaps mentioning the girl wasn't such a good idea.

{Hey! What's up with this place?! Why's someone like him wandering around guarding it? I mean, really, do they have such burly men guarding a fishing place?} Ron said suspiciously, eyeing the man before them.

 

[Alter Ego]

"Stay away from those trash cans you pesky little buggers!" the man hollered, completely oblivious to Zachary's and Ron's presence as he screamed at the small group of Zigzagoons feasting on the trash of last day's meals, brandishing his cleaver at them and advancing in a treathening manner. Most of the raccoon pokémon scattered at the sight, darting in all directions in a blurr of grey furr and assorted litter as they fled out of the alley. One Zigzagoon, slightly larger than the others, stood defiant however, growling at the man without showing a hint of fear. Which, of course, agitated him further.

"I said go away!" the man barked, swinging the cleaver wildly in the Zigzagoon's direction. The normal type was far quicker on the intake however, dodging the clumsy blow and catching the man in the stomach with a Headbutt that sent him staggering backwards, almost causing him to fall over Zachary.

"That's it..." the man fumed, "No more mister nice-"

He paused, finally noticing the presence of the boy, and, more importantly, his Aron. "Are you a pokémon trainer, kid?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and wiping some of the sweat from his face with his right forearm "Tell you what, I'll give you..." he took a brief pause, obviously trying to count out the minimal sum that would sound acceptable in his head, "200 pokédollars and this strange thing that one of the local louts left as payment the other day, a TM I think he called it, if you get rid of that...that thing for me." he pointed an accusing finger towards the Zigzagoon who continued growling at them, preparing to Headbutt the man again "Fight it, catch it, I don't care what you do...just make sure it doesn't go near my trash cans anymore."

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"I said 'without question'." the man snapped indignantly "Try to wrap your mind around the concept and I'll get back to you in a week to see if you've done your homework. As for the nature of your assignment..." he reached into one of the pockets in his suit, procuring a slip of some kind which he passed over to Maxie. It was a clipping from a newspaper, consisting mostly of the large heading "Local rich-child winns regional championships", below, there was a picture of a boy with blonde hair and light blue eyes smiling out of the picture, a Treecko perched on his shoulder and a trophy in his hands. Behind him, a woman who seemed to be in her forties, with dark purple hair so ordered that it looked almost artificial was standing with a detached kind of smile on her face, one that seemed to be there for appearance more than anything else.

"This is your mark." the man said, pointing at the boy in the picture "Raistlin LeBlaque. A reliable source has informed me that he has left the sanctuary of the LeBlaque estate and is headed this way. I need you to track his every movement and report back to me regularly. Is this understood?"

 

[Charon]

{ooc| Uh-oh. My teachers say my work is good, but there isn't enough of it. My parents want me to spend an extra hour doing school work in the evening. Soooo...xP}

The pair were lost for words. For a moment, she just stared into the picture, taking everything in. For the first time, she noticed how perfect he was; his blonde hair and boy eyes gave him an angelic appearence, and his skin was unmarked. Maxie dragged a finger across her own face - feeling the scars, and her angular bones.
"We met him." she uttered at last.
{He seemed nice enough, why-}
"We'll track him. Do you just want his movements?" Maxie cut across Fang. She ticked off in her mind; most jobs required information about associates, purchases, finances and habits. Most of the time she just repeated to Mac and her 'colleagues' what she saw, and they'd make heads and tails off it. Then, if they were sure about the target, she'd move in for the kill. She didn't paticularily care about Rai - he was a pretty boy, a rich kid born with a golden spoon in his mouth... "I'll need your mobile number, too. I've got a secured line." she slipped a rather battered looking mobile phone out of her pocket and waved it around.

Fang looked at her anxiously. {What about your current job? Maxie...}
"We'll get Sephy back. Then... we can go home. It won't take long." At this, she shot the man a daggered glare. "Will it." she added in a hiss.
Her Zubat sighed. Maxie was so head-strong. She never stopped to think.
{ooc| TV is so distracting!}

 

[Alter Ego]

"His movements will be quite sufficient." the man replied, disregarding the little conversation between the pair completely "It is not Raistlin we want as such, but rather...one who is very fond of the boy." he brought his fingertips together, the slightest flicker of annoyance crossing his face as he continued "And one who has eluded our grasp this far. But that is of no consequence..." he said, beginning to search in his pockets again "The boy shall lead us right to him, be our Judas goat as it were..." he pushed over another newspaper clipping, this one depicting a distinguished looking man in his late forties, although there seemed to be a peculiar energy about him, as if the years had not yet caught up with him, the man bore quite a significant resemblance to Raistlin, particularly the light blue eyes and blonde hair, although he was slightly more muscular in his build and was donning a white suit accompanied by a blue tie and holding a cane, black in colour with a golden handle, the man's face also seemed to bear several scars, evidence of a life that had been quite far from perfect "This is the one we are looking for. Artemis LeBlaque. When you see him, contact me immediately. We shall not use such crude methods of communication as a cell phone, however." he snapped his fingers and the slender figure of a Sneasel stepped out of the shadows, nodding in acknowledgement. "This creature has been taught to communicate telepathically." the man informed Maxie "It shall accompany you in your task and will follow instructions as necessary." he tossed over the Sneasel's pokéball to the girl "Now go, the sooner you attend to your task the sooner our transaction shall be completed. I expect good news."

 

[Charon]

Minimizing the ball, she clipped it on the the hem of her back pocket. There were already two balls there, one of which was empty.
She didn't trust herself to look at the arrogant man any longer. She tore out of the room, slamming it behind her.
Fang fluttered after her, looking very much like a disgruntled butterfly, as he swerved back and forth.

Maxie strode through the front door, leaving her little pokemon to manuver his tiny frame through the gap. He put on an extra burst of speed, until he was flying level with her.
{Maxie, aren't you going to~!} he screeched.
She paused for a second, and pulled out her mobile phone. She scrolled through the stored numbers for a while, until she came across Mac's. She pressed ring, and waited.

~Maxie?~ A boy's voice echoed down the phone line. ~Where are you?~
"Zephyr town... but I'm cancelling the job."
~What? WHY?~
"Personal reasons... but my hand really hurts... could you get someone down here to look at it?"
~Personal reasons, eeeeh? ...Well... We might be able to spare a novice, but it's all hands on deck here. No. 7's broken his leg and it's not healing...~
"Whatever..." Maxie rang off. The ache in her hand was getting worse, and it was beginning to worry her. Stuff No. 7 and his poxy leg... she needed the treatment more than him!

Fang gave a little squeak of excitement. "Now we just have to find Rai again!"
Maxie laughed. "He's right where we left him."

{ooc| lyk ONG page 4}

 

[Light_Azumarill]

OOC: Page 4!!! XD Wow, this thing's fast. Then again, Alphimega did go up to how many...? 70-something? X_X

What's going on with Alphimega anyway? Has there been an official decision yet on whether or not to close it?

Oh and I hope you don't mind that I control the Zigzagoon Alter. ^-^


Zachary
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"Uh...," Zachary stared, apparently totally blown away that he had gotten the wrong idea about the guy. His brain usually took a few seconds to re-boot, which was alright in this situation considering the man before him looked even stupider.

Ron nudged the boy in the shin, making him wake up from his stupor.

"Ah! Sure! I can do that!" he said confidently, though he really had no idea what to do. He had never caught a pokemon in his life. Hopefully Ron knew a thing or two.

"Okay Ron, time to battle that Zigzagoon," he said, turning his full attention to the pokemon before him. Ron jumped in front of him and tried to look menacing, thought it came off as more of a cute frown. Poor thing could never look mean; though perhaps that would change someday when he evolved.

{Okay look, let's just make this quick, huh? I mean, you don't really wanna hang around a bunch of trash do you?} Ron said to the furry pokemon. The Zigzagoon merely growled back, not moving from his post.

"Ron! Tackle it!" Zachary commanded, pointing to the little racoon-like creature. Ron dug the ground with his foot once like a bull does before charging, and then sped up to the creature, knocking into it with all his might.

The Zigzagoon was strong, and had stood its ground firmly, but it was still no match for steel armor. The furball went flying, and landed hard on its back. It got up again, spitting out some dirt that had gotten on it. Then it leapt into the pile of trash that sat partially into and out of the garbage bin.

{Come and get me if you dare!} it growled menacingly, and this was the first time Ron realized it was a girl pokemon.

{Why you're a girl!} the steel pokemon said, tilting his head to one side.

The Zigzagoon continued to growl at him. {What an observation! Smart guy we've got here. Like all of the others,} she spat bitterly.

{Others?} Ron said thickly, {Who're--?}

"Ron get in there and get that furball with a Mud Slap!" Zachary interrupted, not wanting this to last too long. He fingered a smooth, round pokeball in his pocket. This would be awesome if his first battle were also a catch.

{In THERE?!!} Ron squealed, looking as if Zachary had just asked him to commit suicide, {THERE?! But that's TRASH!}

The Zigzagoon chuckled darkly, but continued her glare.

"Come on Ron! Just do it!" Zachary replied with a hint of frustration. He was about to get the catch of his life and Ron was worried about getting dirty. Ugh.

Ron continued spurting out all sorts of obscenities as he hobbled up to the trash pile, but as he was just about to pluck up the courage to attack, Zigzagoon shot out at him, knocking him over and performing a flawless headbutt as she had done against the man earlier.

{GAH!} Ron spat as he was flung four feet away.

This was going to be harder than Zachary had wanted it to be; though not harder than he had expected.

Eh, decided to break the battle up. I'll post some more later this afternoon. Though, as usual, I have Japanese class tonight. We have a quiz too. >.<

 

[Ibuberu]

OOc-
GAH!!!!Page 4 loh??
*dies after reading yet another page*
T_T
Its like...7 in the morning here*yawnz*,meh....I couldn't get any sleep so I come and hope tha all youse dudes don't go more than a page....Yay me.XD

Alphimega?
Its on page 74 Melissi!Not 70-
Ish there such a number???0_o
No,no decision yet...*sighs and bangs head against computer table*

Ic-
(Goshness,I forgot Titan's post,again!^^''*goes back to 3rd page to re-read,again.*)

Jena was extremely puzzled by the boy's behaviour.How did he manage to be so continously polite to her?

"Creative?Me?"she pointed to herself.

"Well,like anybody would've gone and shouted that you were my grandmother's,niece's,aunt's,brother's,cousin's,grand daughter's,uncle's,nephew.....Or was it grandfather?"Jena imitated the way she told the Fisherman again,before laughing.

"The environment?"Jena finally noticed the alley they were standing in.

"Well...I guess I'd have to agree.Looks a little hard to get used to isn't it?"the girl quickly stopped right there,glancing away from the boy.Hoping that he wouldn't guess that the she came from a wealthy family as well.Even worse,the Minane's.
Hopefully,her skirt helped with feigning her appearance.The girl never bothered to get a new one,it was just too nice and comfy for her to give it up.Considering all her trainings,the skirt was still in good shape.

{Chupon!Ashura!}Cascade hopped up and down,glad to have new friends.Though the Scyther muttered something under her breath.

{I'm Ryne pleased to meet you,Chupon and Ashura.}the little Ralts tried her best to look bigger infront of the new pokemon.

{I'm Cascade,yes I am!!}the little Mudkip bounced around Chupon with much energy.He would've circled Ashura too,if not for her disappearing from his view,saying something about being intriguing.

{What things??}Casacade wondered what the Treeko was staring at.Finally realising,that he had two orange-colored gills at the sides of his face.

{Huh?}the Mudkip wanted to get a better look,started to run in a circle.

{Its your gills Cassy,all Mudkips have gills.}Ryne sighed in disbelief at the Mudkip's behaviour.

"Right,Rai."Jena held out her hand to the boy.

"Since,I can't curtsy properly,how bout' a handshake instead?"she smiled,before realising that the muderous looking Scyther was gone.

Ooc-
Right....gosh darn,me forgot what me wanted to type here.
Eh,whatever,its breakfast time now....
Yayness!Eggs!*goes to eat eggs*

 

[Random Plushie]

OOC: Well, at least I managed to get a post in earlier.. XD

Yeah, Alphimega is at 74 pages.

I don't know about everyone else, but I don't want to post there unless there has been a decision declaring it legal.. XD


IC:


Fishy tilted his head again. {What's so intri.. Something about them?} The Mudkip inquired, staring up at the Ponyta from his position on the ground.

Razz closed her eyes as she was further annoyed. Just being around the blue thing was enough to drive her to the edge of insanity.. And he hadn't even entered Active mode yet.

{Pfft, how am I supposed to tell exactly? 'Tis more like a feeling in your gut. I doubt you'd understand such a thing.} The Ponyta replied, opening her eyes again.

{You're a silly billy. Those are just normal, boring ol' people. Unlike me, on the other hand..}

That's when Razz decided to tune him out completely, rolling her eyes as she turned away to gaze inside the alley again. It took a few seconds for her to realize that the Scyther had disappeared, almost as if out of thin air. Hiding her confusion, the Ponyta's eyes shifted nervously around the area, spotting absolutely nothing, but she was sure that something was wrong.

Scythers don't just vanish without a trace. There was a logical explanation..

Suddenly, the Ponyta's eyes widened with realization.

{Fishy! Get Kayley away!} Razz shouted, interrupting the Mudkip's speech, shoving him towards their Trainer with her snout.

The Mudkip didn't understand, and Kayley barely seemed to notice anything as she continued to search through the endless crowd.

{Wha-? Get her away, why?} He kipped, thoroughly confused.

{Just do it!} Was all she had time to utter before the Ponyta felt a sudden surge of wind blow directly past her. Razz gave out a neigh in terror before she broke out into a berserk run, utilizing her own Agility. Soon the horse was nothing more than a blur herself, running a lap around the alley before rushing out of the alley, past where she was originally, and along the edges of the crowd.

Kayley had finally snapped to attention as Razz' frightened neigh rang out to her ears. She was too late, however, the Ponyta had already used Agility, leaving the girl with no idea of where her Ponyta was.

"Fishy!" She exclaimed, looking down towards the only source for information. "What is Razz doing? Where is she!?"

The Mudkip shrugged honestly. {She said to run away. Maybe she wants to play hide and seek?}

The girl Trainer facefaulted, eventually picking up her Mudkip with one hand, holding him close as she backed up to the wall. Run away? She couldn't do that, not until she knew her Ponyta was okay, but still.. That last neigh she heard sounded seriously spooked.



OOC: Okay, I was referring to the sudden gust of wind as being the point where you said Ashura was going to sneak up from behind. She had to have ran past Razz, right?

Didn't you just know deep down that I was going to make her notice? XD