They had been training for hours. Thomas was starting to get a hang of not being able to see. His other senses were begining to make up for the difficency. Vulpix was very fussy. It had been a long day for him too. He had taken a turn with all of Thomas's pokemon today, but mostly trained with Amber. Marcus had brought a book about basic first aid, and Esper immediatly annexed it. He was reading it, not for his sake, but for Thomas, sending him the information until Thomas could repeat it backwards. He was slowly learning how to mend cuts and muscle sprains. Very mild injuries, but it would be better than nothing. They had no Deena around anymore to patch them up. So he would have to learn, because he had no money for a doctor. He was also trying to get better control of his powers. He was getting better at calling it and dismissing it, but still was afraid to try and make it do anything right now. Marcus had gotten a fire going, and was cooking the meat that Volt had hunted for them. They heard a noise in the woods. Thomas got up. His finely honed sense of hearing told him that some people were laughing at something. He walked out to see what it was.
"Hahaha! Hit it again!" someone said. He sounded older than Thomas, but only by a few years. Thomas heard the sound of something being kicked.
"Bagon!" it cried, more from fear than pain.
"Look at it! Stupid thing won't even do anything!" another voice said. Thomas was about to go teach them a lesson, when he heard another voice.
"If he won't then I will!" a commanding, yet slightly obnoxious voice cried out.
"Who are you!?" the first voice said.
"I am the one that stalks the shadows! I am the one that hunts the evildoers! I am The Great Pokemaster!" he said. The others laughed at him.
"Get him!" the first one said. Esper sent him an image of what The Great Pokemaster looked like. He was dressed in what appeared to be skintight pajamas that were all black. They had a P stitched on the chest, that was slightly crooked. A long bath towel, also black, was pinned to his shoulders as a cape. He was wearing what looked to be a toy race car helmet on his head. Thomas fought down the urge to laugh at this vigilante. The two grunts had sent out their pokemon.
"Go Cacnea!" the first one said.
"Trapinch, lets teach this moron a lesson!" the second one said. Enough was enough. Thomas wasn't about to let this idiot get beaten black and blue.
"Wait, what?!" TGP asked sounding scared now. Thomas sighed and walked out into the light. Esper was next to him.
"Why don't you guys fight me?" Thomas said. He needed to let off some steam.
"Uh... That's right Pokeboy! I don't even need to waste my time with these bufoons!" TGP said.
"What are you suppoed to be, his sidekick?" the second one asked.
"No, just a guy that doesn't like it when pokemon and fools get hurt, and this guy is a major fool!" Thomas said. TGP looked at him, then recoiled in shock.
"You're blind! How will you be able to battle!?" he asked.
"Well, there are two of them and two of us. I'll only have to worry about one if you send out your pokemon! And I know how to battle! It's in my blood!" Thomas said with pride.
"But... I don't have any pokemon," TGP mumbled. Thomas would have slapped him.
"That morons no threat. Get the kid!" the first goon said. Thomas sighed to himself. Amber walked out to find Thomas.
"Eevee?" she asked.
"Good, this evens things up a bit. Esper! Amber! Let's take care of these guys!" Thomas said. A few seconds later, after one attack from each of his pokemon actually, the goons ran off. Thomas walked toward TGP.
"What in the heel were ya thinkin!? Thomas yelled, his accent coming out thick.
"I... I was going to be a hero," TGP said woth shame in his voice.
"Ya great ijit! Ya could have been hurt!" Thomas roared. Esper meowed at him. Thomas turned back. Esper showed him that they had been torturing a Bagon.
"Don't be scared... We won't hurt ya, I promise!" Thomas said in his slow, and calming drawl.
"Oh thank heavens-" TGP began.
"I still haven't decided 'bout you yet!" Thomas said.
"What's going on?" Marcus said. Vulpix had come too, and burst out laughing at the outfit TGP had on.
"What are you supposed to be!?" he managed between laughs. Thomas explained to them what had just went on. Marcus's face turned into a scowl.
"Aw... You're just mad cause you didn't think of it first!" Vulpix said with a laugh. Thomas gestured rudely at the fox. Thomas cradled the Bagon, whispering soothing words to it. He even called on his powers to help calm it, bathing himself and it in a radient and peaceful light. The Bagon fell asleep, and Thomas let the power fade.
"How- What was that?!" TGP asked. Thomas rolled his eyes.
"You explain, if you want to, Marcus. I'm going to get this little one back to camp," Thomas said.
"Camp? Do you mind if I share your camp? I don't want to sleep out here by myself!" TGP said sounding slightly scared. Thomas sighed. It was going to be a long night.
(OOC: I knew you wouldn't leave me to my own devices for long! And, to let you know, I had a lot of fun writing for TGP. Made me laugh!)