Sample: advanced literate, Pokemon. PMs.
Luka watched with a grimace as Celia got to her feet, looking a bit stunned from her encounter. His heart was still pounding, but it was finally thinking about slowing down, and his eyes rolled a bit when Olivia began to dance around him and Juke, checking for any injuries. They were perfectly fine, it was just the Jolteon and the Rapidash were worn out, and that poor Tauros... it looked absolutely miserable. He sighed, suddenly feeling very tired -- and this early in the day.
To make matters worse, Sir Turner appeared, backed by a load of guards, all looking confused and angry -- their normal face, Luka supposed, but it was almost frightening nonetheless. He turned his head to look at Juke, who had a similar look of distaste. All of the guards, the human ones at least, were moody and mean, using their power for the forces of evil. They liked to play tricks and get the other servants in trouble, and they had an especially good time around the stable. If no one was around, the guards would occasionally dump bins of feed, or tear latches off doors.
The man began raving almost instantly, hurriedly looking over the princess, and demanding explanations under his breath as he demanded the Tauros be seized and removed. The human guards looked wary, but a pair of Rhydon they had with them simply stepped forward, ready to do their job. Luka almost jumped when Celia spoke, rambling, it seemed, for the Tauros to be spared whatever fate they had prepared for it. For a moment, the Rhydon paused, looking at Turner for answers, when the man spat back his order.
Luka stared at Celia, brows high on his forehead, looking impressed. It wasn't often anyone spoke up to Turner. He was so high-strung that, occasionally, the King laughed abuot his influence while riding in the fields, Luka tagging along to keep a check on the Rapidash. Her mouthed sentence didn't slip past him though, and he nudge Juke with his shoulder, wanting him to help, hoping he'd get the gist when Luka said something.
"She's right, Sir," he began, after clearing his throat. Again, the Rhydon stopped, the two just about ready to lift the Tauros. "I mean, not to be impolite, but you'll have to house it in the stable anyway until you can deal with the beast, so why not let us handle it for you?"
Juke nodded, a smile coming to his face. "Yeah, yeah. You and your guards have better things to do than haul around a near-fainted Tauros, right?"
Sir Turner froze, looking angry at this suggestion. To him, it seemed as if all the servants were suddenly rioting, with all of these demands. But, strangely enough, as if deciding he did have better things to do, he nodded stiffly, called off the Rhydon, and turned to leave, but not before watching the pair shove the Tauros to its feet, and tying a length of rope around it's neck.
Before leading the beast off -- Juke leading with the rope, and Luka behind the Tauros to push -- Luka cast Celia a wary glance, as if questioning her on her decision. Either way, the Tauros would be there for her that evening, or the next, or however long until Sir Turner had the beast dragged away for treason, and it was sold, or, worse, put down. The two hands led the Tauros off, the Rapidash prancing behind them, and the Jolteon darting ahead, maknig a bee-line for the stable, where it would most likely fight the Growlithe for the straw. The Tauros lumbered along, mooing helplessly, and occasionally lifting it's tail to whip itself and Luka, leaving bright red, stinging lines. He grimaced at each one, but kept pushing until they reached the stable.
Inside, the fixed it up with a stall, getting it as comfortable a possible with fresh straw and hay for eating. It was nearly lunch by then, and the two boys used their time wisely, feeding the animals and chattering amongst themselves, considering Celia's next move. Only Luka knew of her studies, so he had to play dumb with Juke, but soon the two were moving off to lunch.
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