Scarlet Weather
The Game is Afoot!
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Travis chuckled at Kaki's comment about legs. This was what he liked about her. One moment she seemed fragile and delicate, the next, strong enough to withstand a head on collision with a train. She was truly a work of art. His chuckles only increased in volume as the new kid ran out of the ship, carrying someone that Travis assumed was his girlfriend. He kept talking, babbling about getting stepped on, and from there he went to talking about the crime rate. It was when he mentioned kidnapping Cain "and selling him or his wings for ransom" that Travis couldn't hold it in any longer. He laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that could probably be heard for miles. He laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks.
That was when he realized that it was his first real laugh- not chuckle, not giggle, but deep, full laugh- since Ryota's dissapearance.
The thought sobered him, but only slightly. As he finished chuckling, he smiled at the newcomer. "You sure that you weren't ever a comedian? 'Sell you or your wings for ransom'. Honestly, who would pay a ransom for Cain without his wings?"
"HEY!"
Travis stepped back. An angry, red-haired, Growlithe-human person was standing in front of him. Travis rolled his eyes. "Um... I'm guessing that this is your fanboy?" he muttered to Kaki.
"Step away from my girlfriend, or suffer the consequences!"
"Oh, great Mew help me... this guy is determined to be a worse headache then I thought possible for a human being!" Travis moaned, just loud enough that the Growlithe could hear him. It was enough. Travis barely moved quickly enough to dodge the stream of flames. "If it's a fight you want," Travis smiled, determinedly, "I'll be more then happy to give it to you." He flexed his hands, allowing a lovely view of his now fully-formed claws.
Ricky stepped back for a moment, undecidedly, before launching himself up the deck. Unfortunately for him, Travis had planned this moment perfectly. Three years as the trainer and younger brother of a Zangoose hadn't taught him nothing in the strategy department. Without warning, he let loose an ear splitting roar that caused his foe to stop in his tracks, alarmed, before Travis rushed him, swinging a heavy claw into his midriff. With a cry, the Growlithe fell backward.
Straight into the water!
"No!" Travis gasped. Leaping after his former opponent, he splashed into the water and began stroking towards him. At last he found his romantic opponent, grabbed the back of his shirt, and tugged him back to the dock, where he heaved both of them ceremoniously out of the water, shaking himself as he did so. "You OK?" he gasped.
No answer came, but the ragged breathing of the Growlithe satisfied him. "Must have been the wind I knocked out of him with my punch and the shock of hitting the water... they knocked him out." he muttered, scratching the back of his head. For a moment, he felt sick. He didn't like people getting seriously hurt. Fighting for your life was one thing, a practice bout was different. In a fight like this, it should have been as safe as any Pokemon battle... or were they safe?
Travis remembered the battles he and Ryota had been part of. Pokemon slashing each other, dodging each others flames or jets of pressurized water, launching razor-sharp leaves. Who was to say that Pokemon battles were really any safer then this? It was a sobering thought.
That was when he realized that it was his first real laugh- not chuckle, not giggle, but deep, full laugh- since Ryota's dissapearance.
The thought sobered him, but only slightly. As he finished chuckling, he smiled at the newcomer. "You sure that you weren't ever a comedian? 'Sell you or your wings for ransom'. Honestly, who would pay a ransom for Cain without his wings?"
"HEY!"
Travis stepped back. An angry, red-haired, Growlithe-human person was standing in front of him. Travis rolled his eyes. "Um... I'm guessing that this is your fanboy?" he muttered to Kaki.
"Step away from my girlfriend, or suffer the consequences!"
"Oh, great Mew help me... this guy is determined to be a worse headache then I thought possible for a human being!" Travis moaned, just loud enough that the Growlithe could hear him. It was enough. Travis barely moved quickly enough to dodge the stream of flames. "If it's a fight you want," Travis smiled, determinedly, "I'll be more then happy to give it to you." He flexed his hands, allowing a lovely view of his now fully-formed claws.
Ricky stepped back for a moment, undecidedly, before launching himself up the deck. Unfortunately for him, Travis had planned this moment perfectly. Three years as the trainer and younger brother of a Zangoose hadn't taught him nothing in the strategy department. Without warning, he let loose an ear splitting roar that caused his foe to stop in his tracks, alarmed, before Travis rushed him, swinging a heavy claw into his midriff. With a cry, the Growlithe fell backward.
Straight into the water!
"No!" Travis gasped. Leaping after his former opponent, he splashed into the water and began stroking towards him. At last he found his romantic opponent, grabbed the back of his shirt, and tugged him back to the dock, where he heaved both of them ceremoniously out of the water, shaking himself as he did so. "You OK?" he gasped.
No answer came, but the ragged breathing of the Growlithe satisfied him. "Must have been the wind I knocked out of him with my punch and the shock of hitting the water... they knocked him out." he muttered, scratching the back of his head. For a moment, he felt sick. He didn't like people getting seriously hurt. Fighting for your life was one thing, a practice bout was different. In a fight like this, it should have been as safe as any Pokemon battle... or were they safe?
Travis remembered the battles he and Ryota had been part of. Pokemon slashing each other, dodging each others flames or jets of pressurized water, launching razor-sharp leaves. Who was to say that Pokemon battles were really any safer then this? It was a sobering thought.