OOC: Suppose I'd better kick of mine...oh, is it okay to get another pok?mon during the course of the RP? If not then this little fellow will just have to stay as an egg...
IC:
It was a beautiful day, the sun shining down at the fields, a few white clouds drifting lazily, seemingly without a care in the world. By the side of a route, just a quick walk away from the bustling coastal city of Slateport, a boy in his early teens was lying in the shade of a large tree, holding a straw of grass absent-mindedly between his teeth for no particular reason as his dark blue eyes scanned the sky above. Next to him, a Ninetails was lying, eyes closed in contentment, resting her head in the boy's lap while a Stantler stood in front of the two, maintaining an intimidating posture to make it clear to everyone what would happen if they dared to touch his trainer or the fire pok?mon who had accidentally laid the egg of his child.
Hibiki lifted up the object once more, twirling it in his hands and feeling the soft warmth emanating from within its hard shell. The boy was still not quite sure how this had happened. He had left his pok?mon with a familiar couple who ran a daycare service, only to find the egg waiting for him when he came back. And unless Flint, the Stantler in question, was lying, which he was awful at, then the Ninetales had just woken up with it one morning. In fact, Hibiki wasn't even quite sure that it was the Stantler's child.
"Well Tinder..." the boy said, absent-mindedly stroking the Ninetales' fur "Maybe we can ask proffessor Birch for-"
"Stant!" Flid suddenly stamped the ground with his forelegs, staring firmly towards the road leading towards Slateport, a picture of a quickly approaching man in a black and red uniform, presumably a member of team Magma, appearing in Hibiki's mind.
The boy rose up, carefully stowing the egg back into his backpack before he walked over to the roadside, nonchalantly extending his right foot on a strategic position of the road, just as the grunt drew closer...
"Eugh!" the man gave a startled yelp as he fell, suddenly finding himself face down on the road.
"Easy there, friend." Hibiki said in a carefully polite voice, helping the Magma grunt to his feet while he signaled to Tinder and Flint to bar both ends of the road "What's the rush?"
The grunt snatched his hand away indignantly, making his best attempt at a proud and intimidating posture even though he was a few inches shorter than Hibiki, he panted slightly from the exhaustion of having ran all the way "Hi-Hibiki-Arikawa..." he wheezed, attempting to regain his breath "I bring you one last warning. Join team Magma now or we will make you a warning example to the others."
Hibiki's eyes blazed dangerously, but he maintained his calm "Your organization is faltering..." he stated matter-of-factly, giving the grunt a symphatetic smile "The admins have resorted to hiring ever younger and less experienced recruits. On top of that, the pay is bad, there is no company healthcare, the working conditions are awful, and I'd probably end up either standing guard by some forsaken crater in the middle of nowhere or nicking screws and bolts for you like some two-bit shoplifter. I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me if I refuse your...generous offer..."
"You are a fool!" the Magma grunt spat out, trying to sound as if the idea was preposterous even though his thoughts had been much the same. The pay was lousy...But a job is a job... he told himself, reaching for the pok?ball on his belt and tossing it into the air "Now I will teach you the penalty for defying team Magma!"
Hibiki took a small step backwards, watching calmly as a small but very loud Poochyena appeared by his feet and started barking at him.
"Yes, yes very cute..." the boy replied with a bored expression and an equally bored voice, gesturing Flint to step forward.
The dog pok?mon froze as he noticed his opponent, a Stantler whose knees were almost beyond his reach, staring down at him. It whimpered slightly.
"Poochyena! Take Down!" the grunt commanded, and after some hesitation the dark pok?mon lunged forward, exceeding its own expectations and striking the Stantler into the chest, only to rebound from it and fall onto the ground with a yelp.
Hibiki shook his head, this was almost too embarassing. "Flint, Earthquake!"
The Stantler rose to its hind legs, then slammed the bulk of its body down, sending out a shockwave that effortlessly knocked the Poochyena out.
"Just you wait!" the grunt called out, paling visibly as he scooped up his Poochyena "Just you wait til' my partners from Slateport get you! You'll be sorry!" the grunt attempted to make a run towards the cycling road, only to find his path blocked by a most uncooperative mass of female Ninetales.
"Partners in Slateport you say?" Hibiki enquired in a dangerously soft voice, approaching the grunt from the other side with Flint close behind him. "That sounds like I downright lovely idea, why don't we go over there to meet them?"
"Wha-? But-I-well-" the grunt stammered, but a particularly nasty glare from Flint cut him short "A-alright." he said "But you'll be sorry!"
"I guess I will." Hibiki replied cheerfully, allowing the grunt to lead him towards the city, closely escorted by Tinder and Flint.
