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Ryuu watched as the pokemon seemed to be getting impatient. Strange since the entire battle, the large rock pokemon had seemed really calm and composed. Well at least this time the other pokemon seemed to be running on actual feelings. The Larvitar managed to avoid the oncoming attack quite nicely and effectively rushing towards the opposite direction of which the attack was coming. Seeing his opponent losing it's cool seemed to fill the dirt eater with determination and energy. Charging forth to Bite his opponent with all the strength he could muster, trying to end this battle!

Starter Pokemon: Larvitar [Male]
Name & Level: Ryuu, 2
[Temperament] Quiet
Stats:
Hp: 9/14 Pp: 17 Att: 8 Def: 7 Spd: 6 Sp Att: 7 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Bite, Leer
Exp: 40/100

IThey stopped where they could... was taking the high path keeping them away from any potential pokémon that could have been wandering around the lower realms? She had no idea what to expect in a place like this, but little be said, she certainly had no expectation that any pokémon in this kind of environment would be as friendly as any in the forests... Although these lights suggested something else to her...

They had came to a large and flat surface where a single stone jutted out of the wallface like an overhang, she came to a stop and whistled up, as Claudandas would make his way back to Jasmine, careful to avoid the overlapping ice and heat that came from the walls back and forth, the girl whipped off her poncho, laying it down on the flat surface and beckoning the Purrloin, "We're taking a quick rest, that's all."

She rifled through her small pouch, brow raising at the smock and pants she pulled out... well... at least it served one purpose as she laid it out for Claudandas to sit upon.

There was a surprising amount to take in as she sat there, rubbing her legs. They ached, but it was a good kind of ache she had, working muscles that hadn't been used for a long time were now getting worked. "I don't know if I've told you Claudandas..."

She reached down, just as the cat settled himself in a pile, stroking through his fur and feeling a throaty purr as she rubbed down his back, "But I came from a place like this."

"The mines... The caverns and all the pokémon that lived down there... the world of humans... of adults... I felt so out of place."

"But down there, in the dark, there were pokémon. I lived with them, spoke to them, even if I couldn't hear them, they were patient with me, helped me where they could..."

She thought back to the black and harsh place, of choking dust, of collapsing tunnels, burning candles.

And adults. With whips.

She shivered. She'd never been struck, but she'd seen it happen, every time she had heard that whip strike, she could imagine it again in her head when they were all made to watch, if ever they tired, that whip told them, to hurrry up or it would be them next.

"I wasn't much use to the adults there."

"They had me work menial chores... but I went into the mines, whenever I could."

"It was a horrible place... but I hope that all the pokémon there escape... that they found a much happier place, much like I hope the other children do."

"I don't know if I remember enough..." She suddenly frowned, as if she'd came across a gap in her own thoughts, "It's funny... we were mining... I can't even remember what fo-"

She shook her head, "I don't remember much... there were too many horrible things to remember much else... but I'm hoping, I remember enough, I can use some of that to navigate this place."

"Me and caves. And your eyes." She grinned, as Claudandas opened eyes, a pair of glistening gold in the dark around.

"Rest while you can, we'll get ready to move."

Claudandas had sat and listened to Jasmine's tale, wondering as those golden, glowing eyes settled on her, alight even in the edge of the shadows, framed by the eccentric pink highlights through his fur.


He listened and wondered... those stories about humans, the ones the others had told, about being trapped and confined, forced into enslavement... were they true? If humans did that to their own kind. To their own offpsring; then what qualm did they have with mistreating pokémon?


He had seen the Buneary and Eevee who walked over their very feminine looking trainer... a Gengar who certainly had no qualms about self expression with one of their high ranking pack members... Were his old friends right... was Jasmine just the lucky exception he had found?


Or was Jasmine the unlucky one, who had came across the part of her species pokémon here so often despised?


He had to wonder. But while he chewed upon the matter, there was another noise of chewing, he looked up, then so did she. By the time she had adjusted her eyes into the gloom to see the luminous pink poison rabbit there munching happily, Claudandas was already counting how many spines the male Nidoran had!


Jasmine could have leapt up to ask it, but Claudandas' claws extended lightly, just a n**, not even breaking skin, but enough to tell her to look to the Purrloin who shook his head. [Perhaps it would be best I did the talking.]


While Jasmine didn't understand, she watched the cat get up, stretch his hind legs out, then pounce with a practised silence, down to the mossy section of the wall before the Nidoran. There, he settled himself, looking prim and proper as he sat tall on his haunches, a bob of the head to the poison type, all while Jasmine watched.


[Excuse me, I don't wish to interrupt your eating... but my companion is in need of certain items for a special errand]


[Would you be so kind to spare her a few of your spines, if we could help you in any fashion?]


If Jasmine could have heard the cat, she may have marvelled how he was copying her mannerisms, but the copycat Purrloin sat there, knowing full well this Nidoran may have a manner in mind to 'donate' those spines where the sun didn't shine!

Victoria's footsteps would echo briefly, but she wouldn't be met by a ravenous band of Sneasel. In fact, she didn't even seem to be in the same area of the Crater. Instead of being at the bottom, she appeared to be halfway up the side of it, though all the paths from their lead down into the Canyon.

In a fashion though, it made sense that the crater would have more then a single entrance and exit. Rocks, worn over time would give way to knew openings...and Pokemon seeking to avoid predator's would certainly seek out safer paths.

The only question was...had she wandered onto a path for predator or prey?

The Crater of Desolation

Pokemon to be found here:

Nincada lvl: 3 - roll 1
Diglett lvl: 3 - roll 2
Scyther lvl: 3 - roll 3
Dweeble lvl: 3 - roll 3
Skorupi lvl: 3 - roll 4
Sneasel lvl: 3 - roll 5
Cacnea lvl: 3 - roll 6
Trapinch lvl: 3 - roll 7
Spinarak lvl: 3 - roll 8
Joltik lvl: 3 - roll 9
Skarmory lvl: 3 - roll 10

The Nidoran's ploy would work...though perhaps not in the fashion she desired, as the Anorith turned her attention to Phoebe. Ancient or not, the Pokemon knew full well a human wasn't as dangerous as a Pokemon. Giving her own ear splitting screech, the Anorith leaped at the Nidoran, intending to bowl her over!

Raven halted immediately at the sight of the Gyarados, it wasn't often one saw such a beast of a natural red hue...rather then being soaked in the blood of something else. The Pokemon seemed to be raging about something...

Though way he was constantly looking and touching it, the boy could only imagine the beasts problem to be it's mustache. An odd thing for a Gyarados to be concerned with. Apparently this creature was quite vain...and as the boy looked further, he noticed the problem. Red different from the creatures scales...blood...given it's appearance before him, the Skorupi he'd slain.

Raven resisted the urge to let out a slightly morbid laugh. He'd forsaken his family, and cursed his father's name...yet, now it was something that very man had taught him, which would be of extreme aid this day.

Aside from being a fat, pompous fool, Raven's father had also been quite vain; which often confused the boy considering the man's weight. Still, the man had often taken his four sons aside to 'teach them' the necessities of caring for the facial hair they'd eventually grow...by making them groom his. Yes, as retched as the memories were, Raven was actually quite experience in caring for the mustache of someone else.

Out of shear habit, and the hope that he might find some other use for them, the boy still happened to keep some of the necessary materials. Heaving a sigh, the boy motioned for the Sneasel to lean closer to his head so as not to fall, then removed his hands from her legs. Reaching into the pouch on his back he removed a small comb, and a canister of a special type of oil. According to his father at least, the liquid was meant to make the mustache softer, with a faint sheen to it. No doubt the contents were likely expensive as well...

"Excuse me! I think I can HELP!" The boy called out loudly, attempting to be heard over the Gyarados's rage. Holding out the canister in one hand, the child motioned with the comb for the Gyarados to come down closer. His intent was particularly clear. There was really only one thing one could be expected to do with such materials.