fences r srs biz [wake&dae]

[nickbo]

Fences were serious business.

Well, Damion thought that comment was at least necessary as he ended up stumbling back for the umpteenth time, his shoes trailing across the forgotten, dusty earth and he could only glare back up at the chain-link fencing. Attempting to regain balance again after the rather unsuccessful try to pounce over the wired wall he narrowed his glaring, orange eyes and huffed. Really, breaking and entering wasn't supposed to take this long!

In a sense one might describe what the blonde was doing as that. Technically if someone was going to ask him what he was doing he would have to rashly deny that option; breaking and entering seemed... So criminal. The trainer certainly didn't view himself as a criminal for wanting to explore the construction lot. It had seemed so... Exciting. Adventurous. Awesome even. Truth be told that Damion had no intention of visiting Vermillion city's abandoned lot. Well, he hadn't even had the intention of visiting Vermillion city in the first place; when he had left Viridian forest he had been content with the idea of facing the first gym. It was supposed to be in Pewter, right? He had been going there. He had been there of course, stopping in the Pokemon Centre quickly before...

... Before his horribly short attention span had become a victim of a poster that is. Of course his eyes would have been attracted to the bright colours and he had found himself mesmerized. By the bright colours generally; it took him a while longer to realize there was writing on it and even longer to read them. The opportunity immediately yanked him in though and of course he had bought a ticket fast! The cruise seemed awesome and something about a Pokemon, right? So maybe he couldn't remember all the details at that moment in time but that didn't matter! Perhaps he shouldn't have rushed to Vermillion in the excitement however; maybe he had travelled a little too fast through the Diglett Tunnel?

Nah, scratch that. The boy had felt the need to get through the Diglett tunnel fast anyway. The darkness had been... Off-putting. He could deal with a little darkness granted pssch, it was nothing! ... Maybe the space had been a little small too but once again that meant nothing! Damion had just raced through to avoid that feeling; he could breathe as long as he had space to move the blonde had found and that had been enough to keep him going. Moving was good after all and he wouldn't get trapped if he moved!

Damion didn't need to think of that though. The fence was a far more important problem! He was finding it quite difficult to... Get through after all. Pssch, he needed to get through! The Construction lot looked awesome! That had been stated before but still; the unregulated, unwinding scaffolding; the machinery that had somehow managed to grow dust abandoned and the various, never-ending gravel piles made it seem... Fun. The dangerous, lethal sort of fun anyway; the blonde didn't really know the difference since all of it just seemed like a challenge. A rather risky one anyway. He wanted to train! Immediately it had intrigued him upon hearing about it anyway and he had time... Why waste it waiting around in a Pokemon Centre when there were places to be like that?

Hence Damion was attempting to climb the fence around the abandoned compound. He had been for a while anyway; firstly he had spent an unordinary amount of time looked for a part of the fence that didn't have a large amount barbed wire at the top (c'mon, he possessed at least some intelligence: sharp spikey things = not fast). Of course there were probably easier ways of getting in but... He thought this would be the fastest! It was turning out painstakingly slow and difficult however; he could barely get a long enough grip on it the chain-links without falling or injuring himself. That was the falling-and-injuring part was obvious anyway since his clothes had various stains due to the constant collisions from the ground. His arms were also growing tired after the many tries and scratched viciously not to mention in one place a particularly vicious laceration had found itself on his palm. The bleeding wasn't a concern at the moment (or maybe he had just managed not to notice somehow); the fence was more important!

"Buuuudeww..."

The cry of the Pokemon brought him out of determined glare though. Of course, one would have barely noticed the grass-Pokemon was there (Damion would also admit he had forgotten himself). That was because, right up next to his neck nestled in his scarf, was where the Pokemon lurked, successfully blending in with the bright green material. It was a little of an odd place to put it in anyway and in fact the blonde himself struggled to remember when that occurred. Had he been in a rush and just stuffed the grass-type in there? He had been using it a lot as of recent despite the fact... Well, he didn't know what it was called.

Yes, Damion hadn't named it and he hadn't figured out that it was Budew despite it's constant chirps of its name. Perhaps that was partly because... He hadn't realized how to use his Pokedex yet. That wasn't such a big deal and the machine was lying forgotten at the bottom of his messenger bag; the blonde tended to be more focused on thinking up a speedy name for the Budew and getting over the fence then to worry about the Pokedex. A speedy name even though it wasn't the fastest Pokemon ever... That didn't matter though, Damion would train it to be super fast!

However it also liked touching him.

Thankfully it seemed not to get the same joy out of it as Sonic did so it was allowed to do so. It had been put in the scarf in a rush anyway and... Well, apparently it was happy (not in the groaning-happy his Slowpoke when into when touching) when it snuggled into his hair. Okay, maybe it shouldn't do that... That sort of thing was weak, right? Once in a while Damion's mind would flicker back to what Paul said about abandoning Pokemon and...

W-well he couldn't abandon the green thing just yet! H-he'd just get some more stronger Pokemon before he had to do that! It wasn't even weak... Just slightly touchy-feely. But whatever, he'd follow the other boy's philosophy through and through although... Lucas cared for his Pokemon, right? That was why he defended that thing he had? ... That was kinda cool in a sense too. He wouldn't tell his rival that of course. It was confusing though; was he supposed to abandon or run infront of ice for his Pokemon?

Readjusting his scarf slightly (attempting to give the the grass Pokemon a little more room but it still snuggled up to him) he shrugged, trying to push the thoughts out of his head. He needed to concentrate on getting over the fence!

"Here goes nothing!" he nodded determinedly, fixated on getting over. Damion did pause; did he sense the cliche in his words?

"No, here goes something fast!" the blonde cheered, instead correcting himself with something even more cliched and cheesier and ran up, attempting to climb up the mesh. He had to get up anyway! He was wasting too much time! And... He was successful?

He did manage to get over the top. He did also manage to sort of collide with the ground roughly after falling off the top. Damion appeared not to be damaged greatly anyway but still he did end up coughing in the dust cloud he managed to make. Holding up his hand to his mouth (which he somehow hadn't noticed was still bleeding) the blonde attempted to push himself up with his other.

"I-I... I made it in?"

His moment of insecurity was highlighted by the questioning tone but his confused expression vanished as he grinned widely. He was finally in! Now he could get to training quickl--

Thought process stopped. That was because, as he tried to get up, his scarf managed snare on the fence still (after all he hadn't fallen off that far from it). A yelp that one could have probably expected from a Poochyena escaped him as he was instantly yanked back down. The grass Pokemon even gave a noise of dissatisfaction and the blonde was forced to the ground again, a whine escaping him, "Why must everything slow me down!?"

[happify]

"Flooooat."


A low, whining groan issued from a certain orange Pokemon as it tipped it's nose toward the ground. This sort of thing was below it, right? A Pokemon such as it, one so beautiful and strong, shouldn't be forced to do horrible... common work. Oh, but it must do what it must do. It was ordered to do this, and so it shall. But it was used to battling. Out roughhousing, it could top any Pokemon. ...Well, almost. But still. A sniffer? A scent-tracker? Being forced to act the part of a Arcanine, as far as tracking went? Unacceptable!

On second thought, it could deal with this. It was certainly a better choice than any other. The best for the job, yes. Forget some stupid canine Pokemon. The same to its so-called 'comrades', the stupid mud fish. Always acting so smart... "Zelzelzel..." It grunted, raising up onto it's hind legs and shaking it's head. Stick to the plan. Find that... little... annoying thing.

It had hair? Wait, that was no help. Lots of humans have that. Er... Light skin? No, not that either. Maybe... a scarf? Yeah! A sparkle flashed in it's eyes as it leaned down again and because to dart around.

"...Really now. What the heck are you doing?"

The human behind the rather... excitable Pokemon had long since grown irritated. They were supposed to be looking for something. But here it was, flitting about here and there, goofing off! Not good. "Now... We just saw that boy fly around the corner of that last building... Where could he have gone?"

He had no idea how he had really come to the point where he had started following the boy. Well, it didn't matter how, or why for that matter. It was for the boy's own protection. After all, the young one had decided to take off running towards the nearby construction site. Was it because the place had been rumored to be a good training place? Was it because he wanted to prove that he was tough? ...Oh, the young would never learn.

Floatzel stopped, dead in its tracks. It turned around and bounced up to him in a series of small, fluid-like motions. "Zelzel!" it grunted while poking him in the stomach, as if to say 'Pay more attention! I've found something here!' He glanced straight at it. Like he had no real choice. It was close to his height, and right now, in his face. He smacked away the Pokemon's paw. "Wha?" he grunted. "What... Oh. That idiot. That little..." he voice trailed off as he and his Pokemon watched the boy... struggle to get over the fence. The blond tumbled over and seemed to be struggling with something else. A scarf? Was he still actually wearing that thing? "That boy doesn't pay attention to his surroundings... Hmph. In there, the scarf is a death wish. Bound to get caught. ...BOY." He barked, taking off at a run towards the fence. "Why are you here?" he demanded, the temporarily forgotten Pokemon racing behind him, it running on all four limbs. "Quit messing around in there!" He skidded to a stop, casting a short glance at the Budew nearby. ...It was rather weak, he was willing to bet. But that small Pokemon was not the mater at hand that deserved... No. Needed attention. Wake frowned at Damion.

"Just what do you think you are doing in here, young man? This is no place for children like you."

He shook his head, the irritation that he had previously held within him disappearing as it was replaced with a bit of confusion and concern. Why was he concerned? It was... just a general protective instinct was all. He was a grown man, and he felt the need to protect the young ones. It was his duty. That's one reason that he had decided to come to Kanto in the first place. Well, the first reason had been to simply get away from normal life. The repetitiveness of the daily cycle could really tear on one's nerves. But the second reason, had been to explore and just look around. Third reason... To protect, really. He had seen and heard about some of his fellow Sinnoh Gym leaders coming to this off region. Though they all didn't really know each other, it was, again, his duty to protect them too. After all, was there any real harm in it? And he didn't actually have anything better to do. Though he wouldn't, couldn't even, get in trouble if something had happened to the others, he would feel guilty all in the same if something did.

"Now." It was a command, in any case, and he expected it to be followed. Before speaking again, however, he paused. "...You okay?"

The various scratches and such showed on the boy. Were they serious? It didn't seem like it. But he was sure that they still needed attention. "If you are, hurry and get outta there. If ya' aren't... Just tell me. I'll... get over the fence or somethin'."

Considering that he didn't even know this person, a bit of awkwardness in his voice was only to be expected. Because, honestly, did strangers go around offering other strangers help all of the time?

Floatzel's attention, however, had remained on the little Pokemon during all of the talking. It was, obviously, more interesting than the stupid little boy. It stuck it's snout partially through the chain-like fence and sniffed. Grass. Eugh... It didn't like Grass types. They think they are soooo smart. It tried to pull it's snout of of the spot on the fence. It... It mad managed to get stuck. It began to struggle with a bit more force. Nope. Definitely stuck. ...This was humiliating. "Flooooooooat..." it whined, wanting a bit of help. It's master looked down at it, distracted from his previous thoughts, and gasped.

"What the hell did you do?" he asked it, his patience already thin. It waved it's upper limbs and whined. The older trainer sighed. 'Why?' he asked himself. 'Why did it hafta do this now? Way to set an example, boy.' "Alright..." he said. Boy... I mean... Er... Whatever your name is. Got a second to help?" He turned his head away as he asked. A grown man shouldn't have to ask a kid for help! It just wouldn't do! But... It couldn't be helped. The Pokemon was in trouble, though no immediate actions were absolutely necessary. "Hm... Help me get this genius" he paused to glare at said Pokemon. "out. Just... Push on it's snout. It ain't gonna bite ya'."

'Ain't gonna bite...' it thought, ceasing all movement. 'You'll think 'Ain't gonna bite' when I gnaw your arm off for putting me through this... This humiliation.' It gave off a sad sound, it's gaze going down. '...Dammit.'

ooc;
whoo. i screwed up yet again.

[nickbo]

Trying to get the scarf off the fence turned out to be even more difficult and time-consuming.

He didn't want to damage it after all! His scarf was hella precious after all; he didn't want to tear it! ... His father had gotten it got him anyway so it was important that it didn't get ripped! How would he replace it anyway... When would he see his father again anyway? Meetings with his father had been scarce when Damion had been at home but he was even traveling now and...

"Boy!"

So maybe he had gotten rather distracted by the scarf fiddling. How he hadn't managed to notice the man surprised him... Well surprised despite the fact he never noticed anything unless it was neon-coloured or possessed a chest. Surprised meant he had to glance up. Or jerk up slightly; he was startled okay? That was why he seemed rather panicked and... Well, ended up choking himself slightly. The scarf was still around his neck and still stuck after all! It extracted a yelp slightly and pulled him back down again. His grass Pokemon didn't seem to mind at all though. In fact whilst for a second it gave a startled chirp of 'Budew' in the beginning that soon turned into some sort of happy cheer, relieved to be pushed into its trainers neck.

After all, it did not seem to share Damion's ideals or let alone notice them. Perhaps it was because the time they had spent together had been rather short but even then one might say that the blonde's infatuation with all things fast was rather blatant. Oblivious was the term to describe it; the Budew was quite content with snuggling into Damion's neck thank you very much! Something he usually wouldn't want but Damion himself didn't have time to focus on that!

It was a man who had said it but that didn't really matter to the adolescent. Partly because the rest of the words rather distracted Damion off the appearance of the man and an indignant facial expression formed as he huffed, attempting to sit up comfortably and in a position where he wouldn't be being choked.

"I'm notta children!"

Maybe it would have been slightly more convincing had it not been whined and accompanied by a sulking pout but that didn't strike the blonde. Technically he wasn't a 'children' anyway as he lacked the ability to be plural yet quantity wasn't the impotant thing. Was the man doubting him!? Damion could totally handle the construction site! He knew what he was doing after all; the blonde was training! Clearly the other just didn't know what true training was, "I'm here to get strong fast thank you very much! Clearly you do not understand the concept of a man's speed."

Damion probably would have nodded deeply after those words had it not been for his predicament. A predicament, however, that the other man seemed to question. That was definitely questioning him wasn't it!? ... Though the okay thing wasn't a bad thing to ask was it, right? Wasn't that supposed to be nice question? The blonde only blinked in confusion since... He couldn't really remember when was the last time someone asked him that. His mind actually struggled for a recent incident and he frowned in memory in an attempt to recoil. Perhaps him not receiving words like that would be to do with his general habit of running off but that didn't matter! Besides, even when he stayed it wasn't a question people would ask usually and...

"'Course I'm fine! What would give you any idea otherwise!?" he whined with a nod, taking a time to glance over himself quickly. There was nothing right? ... W-well maybe his appearance wasn't the best at that moment but that didn't matter! Things had to be sacrificed for speed! The scrapes weren't that bad! He hadn't noticed the particularly vicious one on his palm somehow anyway, despite the fact the blood had dripped against the dusty ground several times and it was already beginning to drizzle down his arm. Thankfully it seemed to keep away from the fact anyway because if it got on his scarf he would definitely notice. The man offered to help anyway but Damion took that as an insult more then anything else as he puffed out his cheeks. He certainly didn't find it awkward; in fact, people should have been helping his amazing! But... It was still bad somehow! "You don't need to come over here! I'm stayin' and trainin'!"

Perhaps the words would have seemed more threatening had he not been attached to the fence but, hey, at least that seemed to mean he was staying still. Impatience was getting to him already. The Grass-type once again snuggled but this time... It was scared? That was when Damion's attention was properly brought to the orange weasel thing and it's... Muzzle stuck in the fence.

This did draw amusement from blonde as he laughed, actually brightening up from his 'LOLOL FAST AND TRAIN MOOD'. Then concern flickered across? The blonde didn't know what to think actually; was the weasely-thing's situation bad? Well it was bad and... And... His orange eyes glanced up, somewhat startled and confused. For some reason, however, they relaxed as the older man said the words. Damion didn't know why though; he never relaxed! Ever! But... Clearly the other's mood was at least comforting.

Wait, Damion actually was considering helping push it out? That would take too long!... Would it? He shifted somewhat confused, finding himself lifting up a hand (the relatively non-injured one of course) and... He prodded on the weasely-thing's nose. How was he supposed to do it anyway?! ... A laugh still managed to escape from him though.

What? The orange-weasel thing was funny.

[happify]

He frowned as the kid proceeded to choke himself again with that damned scarf.

"Just... Get rid of that thing already. Or at least take it off. ...If you can. Do you want to kill yourself?" He stepped closer to the fence, his gaze temporarily lifting from his rather... embarrassed Pokemon. "Do you... You know... Need help or somethin'?" he asked again, a bit concerned with the boy's amount of common sense. He didn't really seem to have much of it. "Sure about that?"

After all, he was struggling with a scarf. A scarf, of all things. Rather ridiculous. But Wake didn't say anything about the scarf itself, as far as it being a poor choice in fashion. He knew that he wasn't really one to talk when it came to that subject.

"I guess you're right when you say you aren't a 'children'," he said as a smirk appeared on his face. He felt a slight impulse to laugh at the choice of words. "But the fact remains that you shouldn't be here." He nodded, as if to emphasize his point, and the short lived smirk disappeared. He knew, or seemed to think that he did anyway, that the young wouldn't listen to the older and more wise adults unless they were given absolutely no choice. And he didn't intend on being lenient now of all times. Even more so with some kid that he had known for what? Less than a day? 'Adults are to be respected, no matter who you are.' he thought. But he shook his head and focused again before he lost himself in a one-man rant.

"Understand a man's speed?" he asked in a skeptical tone, raising his eyebrows and thus destroying pretty much any seriousness left to the situation, if there was any in the first place. "Sure I understand that. If you're going to be slow all of the time, then you might as well not move at all. But you aren't a man. Not really, anyway."

He grunted when he noticed the blood almost flowing from the young man's arm and hand.

"...What would give me any idea? Probably the..." he paused, with a huff. "Nevermind. You obviously don't care for help from a stranger. Sorry that I wasted my time." Just when he was about to give up and just walk away, the other person puffed out his cheeks. With one eye twitching just slightly, he put a hand on his forehead.

"Kids... Never listen, never will. Either you get over here and go home, or I'm coming after you. Don't think I won't. If I can throw a smart-ass into the water right in front of me and just watch them struggle, I have no issues with making a kid mind what I say."

He shook his head. Almost every single kid he met thought that they were going to be the 'greatest trainer ever'. Psh. If only they knew. But then... An idea? Maybe he could try and appeal to the young man's want to be stronger.

"You wanna be stronger, 'eh?" Wake asked. "Well, you aren't going to get much stronger just fighting wild Pokemon. You need to fight trainers. And you aren't gonna find many, if any, of those kinds of people here, young man. Trainers that you know you can fight are the kinds you want to look for, and sometimes, even those that you know you will lose against. This way, you should have fun either way." He tilted his head, trying to think of more to say. "Hm..."

"...Floooooooat!" exclaimed the large weasel when he realized that it had been touched by an unfamiliar hand. "Zelzelzelzelzeeeeel!" it grunted and complained, throwing it's own version of a sort of hissy fit. It didn't like being touched by people it didn't know. It hardly liked visiting the Pokemon Centers, even when it clearly knew that it was necessary. To get healed by something other than it's own means was admitting weakness. And that would severely hurt it's pride. And that would simply just not do. The poor Pokemon put it's 'paws' on the fencing and began to attempt to push itself out. "Zel! Zel! Flooooat!" it grunted as it began to slowly loosen it's way out of the metal.

"Careful now, ya' little fool of a Pokemon." commented it's trainer. The Pokemon knew that these were not 'real' insults. They were not intended to be so, at least. "Don't scrape your muzzle up." He paused and then added "Because then you won't be able to fight well."

The Floatzel immediately stilled itself yet again. No battling? No. Never. It had been doing to for so long now. If battling was taken out of it's life, even for a short time, it had no idea what it would do with itself. It certainly wouldn't let the smart-ass Quagsire steal the show. No sir. It sighed. One more push, and then it would be free. It exhaled and twitched it's nose. It raised it's head. Wow. What an exper-... It was free? Yes! It was finally free! It began to make all sorts of chattering sounds as it spun about, little flashes of blue light shining from it's mouth. This attack, if it had been used, would have been Ice Fang, of course. One of it's best attacks, so why shouldn't it be used when celebrating something so incredible? It had freed itself. All by itself.

So now it could really see what the little green Pokemon really was. It, all of a sudden, clung to the fence with it's claws, acting as though it were about to climb right over the fence.

"No!" it's trainer barked, the word echoing a bit from the volume. "Don't go one... inch... higher."

The Pokemon smirked and moved up a bit, the fence rattling slightly with it's weight. "Doooon't." "Zeeeeel?" "If you do..." It climbed a bit higher, almost at the top. Because of it's size, this wasn't so much difficult as it was doing this just to be irritating. It made it's way to the top and smirked as it made itself as comfortable as you can be on a fence.

"Get. Down. Now." he growled, starting to really lose his patience with the creature that was currently staring at the little Budew. He was ignored. ...This was bad. Not because anyone was in danger, no. But because... Well, for one, it wasn't listening to him. It wasn't a respect or strength issue. It just wanted to be infuriating. It was... It was working. And two... This could take a while. "Joy. Oh happy frickin' day. A kid and a Pokemon that won't listen. What's next?"

[nickbo]

"Pssch, I'm not gonna kill m'self but I'm not taking it off either! That would be quitting!"

It would be like quitting, right? Damion had to consider the possibility mentally. It'd still be stuck to the fence regardless and he certainly wasn't going to leave it stuck there, his father had given it to him! It didn't occurred to him to, y'know, remove the scarf and then attempt to get it off, "'Course I don't need help, I'll do this myself and quickly!"

It seemed the other man was insistent on the whole 'you shouldn't be here' shebang. Damion knew that! That was so attracting about it in the first! People were probably hiding it because it was so awesome! But they couldn't deceive Damion, oh no; he saw through their ploy! He was gonna train here no matter what! The man was just clearly tricked by this illusion of danger this place apparently gave off; no matter, that just meant more training for the blonde!

Then the man understood the concept of speed.

This immediately caught Damion's attention. His orange eyes almost immediately swivelled up to the man, his emotions practically unreadable. That was partly because he didn't know what he was feeling himself. The words were... So true and amazing. An awed gasp left him. His mind seemed to block out the part concerning his manliness anyway considering he was too busy focusing on the speed part. Truetruetrue! Those words just repeated in his head like some sort of crazed mantra and he found himself glancing on with an even more amazed look as the man continued. So... So awesome! Sosososo awesome! Damion awakened the ability to stream out anything that could have been incorporated to do with something bad and merely looked on amazed with baited breath.

This person was amazing. The speech... Programmed somewhat? The whole thing about training of course! It made sense, right? It did it did! Damion found himself wanting to nod eagerly had it not been for the fact he was still attached to the fence.

"I know about fighting trainers," he did add though, his voice a slight whine yet still managing to be arrogant as he flicked his hand in a lazy manner and ignoring the odd pain he got from doing so. The blonde's orange eyes couldn't help but trail back to the construction lot eagerly though as Damion continued, "But I mean, c'mon, this place looks like it could be valuable training! When people say bad things... Well they're just sayin' that 'cause they're trying to hide it's awesome! There's something hidden here, I know it!"

Did he know it? The idea of that was actually something that had just really struck him recently. Thinking about that didn't matter though; his eyes returned to the orange-thing as it got out of the fence. Then... Did something really awesome! Was it an ice-attack? That definitely looked like one. The orange-thing was a water-type though, right? It wouldn't be unusual for it to know an ice-move though...

Why was he thinking about that? There were far more important things to be doing; he didn't have much time! His attention should have been on the scarf! However he couldn't help but watch while fiddling with the scarf as the other Pokemon climbed to the top of the fence. It was... Amusing in a sense? It was. And... Was it friendship?

The blonde frowned at his own thought process. Calling it friendship seemed totally lame. It was so... Cheesy. Friendship wasn't awesome; it was just... Cliched. It was nice seeing... The weird bond though. The way that the older man clearly didn't mean anything he said and the teasing on the weasel thing and...

He was supposed to be undoing the scarf from the fence! What was he doing thinking about... About... Slow things like that! His gaze immediately shot back to scarf and... Well, he could only blink in slight confusion. Oh, he had undone it? When did that happen? The blonde seemed unable to realize what it meant as he retracted the green scarf from the fence and it seemed rather unripped. ... Of course he'd done it without realizing! He was just so fast like that. That meant... What did his scarf being lose meant?

"I can move now!"

Damion immediately jerked up and away from the fence, seemingly over-joyed. Though he stumbled back, his trainers scrambling messily across the dirt unevenly the adolescent made no attempt to regain balance. Somehow he managed to stand straight though and he had time to turn to the massive construction sight, grinning widely. He could move, he could run so obviously he'd be able to explore! This was awesome, right?

"Heh, see ya old man!"

What? He didn't know the other's name! He was just... An man. An old one. Hence the name? What, it made sense in Daelogic and he couldn't exactly not say farewell to an awesome person who agreed on speed principles! Damion probably would have stayed had it not been for the fact he had been trapped in the same place for so long and he wanted to explore! Hence it burst off running into the construction lot with a grin, his eyes flickering around as he tried to make his way to the centre. After all, the lot was amazing! The machines that towered over and the scaffolding that went so high...

This was so cool. That was all that focused in his mind as his eyes focused on anything but what was in his running path and he exclaimed an, "Aweeesome~!"

[happify]

This... The talking with the young man... With all of the fast words and responses and whatnot... It reminded Wake a bit of when he had been a young trainer. the impatience... Yep. That was still with him even today. Some people had trouble keeping up with him. He would just ask them for their point. If they didn't have one, then he was gone. But still. This wasn't about his past, ans he shouldn't dwell on it. No, this was about that young man. A young man who, he might ass, still wouldn't listen to him. The boy... Er... What was his name? Dammit. He should at least find out the name. Then it would be a hell of a lot easier to keep tabs on him.

Wait. What? Why did he want to know about the young man? Again, he didn't even know him. He just guessed that it was a natural instinct. One of the young was heading into harms way, and he wanted to prevent it. Yes, but he didn't really like it. Freaking mother hen instincts... GO AWAY. Eh. Maybe the kid was just likable? But Wake didn't really see how. The kid had almost no patience whatsoever. He seemed like the type who couldn't stay still for more than was absolutely necessary. And this was irritating. But also endearing? Yes. But he still didn't understand. It seemed that he would almost never understand, though, so he decided to let that little issue go. For the moment.

He pretty much didn't notice the youth staring at him oddly. Really, he was used to it. It figured, though, that the one time that it was in a positive way, he didn't see it. Just his luck. (And the fault of his attention span) This had flown right over his head.

"While true that it could be valuable training... You know? Forget it. You aren't going to listen to me. I give up trying to convince you that you SHOULDN'T PLAY AROUND IN HERE." he said, raising his voice a bit with the last part. "It's just... Well, it doesn't look dangerous in the least?" He paused yet again as that familiar twitching feeling in his forehead came back again. High-blood pressure? Not good. Just ignore it and it will go away. "Of course it doesn't. Kids like you don't think anything is dangerous until you are stuck somewhere and need help. And even then..."

He shook his head. He should follow his own word and just stop talking about it. ...And then the youth took off.

"Old man?" he barked, not offended, but caught almost completely off guard. "No! I'm... Never mind that! Gaaah!" he growled in frustration. "Get back here!" And with that, he backed away from the fence, and then charged forward.

Pausing only long enough to crouch down, he sprang up and forward, leaping up to the top of the fence. Not all of that was fat, you know. With all of the work he does and such, he's bound to have quite a bit of muscle. He grunted as he landed, the jump having took quite a bit of effort. Floatzel eyed him and it jumped from the fence top, thinking that it's trainer would follow. Maybe this would be a game of tag. How fun!

And yes, the trainer did follow. Or tried to, in any case. Mind you readers, this all happened within a matter of seconds. Knowing that he was too heavy for the fence to support his weight for long, he sprung from the metal... And proceeded to fall flat on his face. Oh lucky day. His foot had gotten caught for just a moment and this caused him to lose any and all balance. A rather muffled thump! sounded out and the orange Pokemon turned around. ...There was it's trainer. On it's stomach. ...And it wasn't moving. Oh dear.

Floatzel frowned and scrambled over in worry. The man pushed himself up, wearing not a look of pain but total shock on his face. As he took a few moments to recover, to catch his breath, the Pokemon sighed. It's trainer was okay. Not dead. It had been a while since it had seen something dead that wasn't food, and it certainly didn't want to see someone or something close to it gone.

Wake inhaled a large breath, and then struggled to his feet again. That was a rather mild wipeout. He had done worse to himself in the past. And the kid was getting away. "Go on." he said, pointing forwards, using the other arm to clutch at his stomach. Yes, he was okay, but there was defiantly going to be a bruise. What a belly flop! It had knocked all of the wind out of him. "Oooow..." he moaned quietly. A rather sharp pain shot through as he pointed. Okay. So no extremely quick motions right away. Floatzel moved to help him, but he waved it away. "Just... Go get the boy... I'll be there shortly."

Floatzel nodded. It started off, went to turn around, received an rather irritated glare in return, and started off again. ...What was it doing again? Oh yeah. Catch the boy. Catch the boy. It repeated this simple, although pedo-sounding, command in it's head. It's footsteps quickened and soon, it was racing forward on all fours.

"Feh..." grunted Wake, trying to shake it off. It wasn't very easy. After all, it wasn't every day that he took a spill like that. And he really wasn't as young as he used to be. But he didn't care about his age. In fact, most of the time he ignored it. But now was not the time to think about unnecessary things. He took another deep breath and set off after the boy and his Pokemon. First as a struggling walk, but soon into a full out charge. the pain... It was still there, but ignorable now. It could wait.

Of course, the Pokemon was way ahead of him. "Zeeeeeeel." it growled, sliding to a stop in front of the boy. "Zelzel. Float!" it barked, literally, at him. It knew that humans couldn't understand it, but it was worth a shot. And besides, it just needed to stall the young man. It's trainer would be there shortly. It leaned to the side. Sure enough, here he was.

Wake skidded to a stop, trying to slow his breathing. He had a feeling that the young man wouldn't show any respect to him if he appeared to be tired after running such a relatively short distance. "Ugh..." he mumbled and huffed. He leaned over for a moment, and then straightened out, standing up. He coughed, slightly embarrassed after that whole little 'show'. "So..." he started. "Since you didn't listen to me... It looks like I'm gonna hafta follow you."

He almost hung his head. What the hell was he getting into here? He had no real idea. He had never been to this place before. He didn't know what was here, besides the obvious machines and such surrounding them. Wake glanced around. Well, overall, it didn't seem too bad. But really. He just didn't understand what about the place appealed to the young man so much. And he didn't think that he would anytime soon. He would just let that die for now and maybe bring it back up later. It could wait. But he didn't know how long for.




ooc; shut up. D:
at least it's something.

[Gary]

Running around in town was fun! Up here, no one could get him. He was free to do as he pleased; hop around, dance a jig, anything! And it was much better than hanging around in some dumb old grass, rummaging for berries or whatever boring things the others did.

Actually, Sentret wasn't certain how far he had gone from home. Really, it didn't matter--he was grown up enough to live on his own, do what he wanted to do and see what he wanted to see. None of that consisted of staying at home.

He basked beneath the sun, enjoying the lovely sparkles that danced over his brilliant fur. He had always been regarded as unique and special at home; his sleek coat was nothing to be taken for granted. Never in his life had he seen another like it--all the more reason for him to set off on his own, make something of himself, for obviously he was meant for something special!

"Trettret. Seeen. Tret." Sentret sang, his floppy brown ears hanging over his head as he peeked over the pipes he had claimed. There were two humans down there, as well as pokemon. Well, had they seen him? Obviously not! He'd have to rectify this situation immediately, for no one could go without gazing upon his magnificence, surely! He must grant them this favor! "Tret!" the scout pokemon affirmed to himself, nodding with determination. It bounded along a pipe, large, striped tail bouncing behind him. Ah-ha! Just what he was looking for--a tool with which to gain the others' attentions! Returning back to the edge of the scaffolding, Sentret hurled the pebble down towards them triumphantly.

[nickbo]

Everything looked so life-threatening exciting!

This was partly because everything looked so... Fast? Fast to injure maybe but the blonde was lovably oblivious to the various hazards and he bolted forward, his pace beginning to slow down. So... What would he do? Where would he train with his Pokemon? Yeah, where? He frowned slightly. Would he... Well, it'd come to him eventually he was sure. First he had to see everything! Who knew what the Construction Lot held! ... W-well if not for training it just seemed rather exhilarating to run around in!

The old man still didn't want to let him though! Damion hadn't had time to cast a look back to Wake as he had... Ah, 'struggled' to get over the fence slightly but that could have been considered lucky; the blonde might have lost all a little respect for the older man if he had seen it. The orange weasel thing that sped in front of him, however, drew his attention from looking around the lot. That was... That was fast! Damion could only blink, however, when it started barking. Did it realize he was a little inept when it came to everything speaking with orange-water-things? He couldn't communicate with it! He did slow down certainly though and he could only blink in confusion as he came to a stop. Well... What could it mean?

Oh no, apparently this was meant to slow him down and he only realized too late as he spun back, his eyes glaring over the older man. He had been tricked! Though not really considering the fact he had... W-well now wasn't the time for technicalities! It meant the man was fast anyway, right? But... The man was finding it difficult? Damion blinked twice; yup, he swore the old man was finding it difficult to breathe! Tired already? Maybe not as the man managed to straighten up but still, Damion kept a somewhat suspicious raised eyebrow.

The fact that the other wanted to follow him didn't appall him in the 'older-man-following-a-young-vulnerable-boy' sort of way (perhaps it should have but Damion was somewhat lost when it came to being concerned about normal things) but rather the fact that....

"Bu-but you'd slow me down!" exclaimed the blonde, almost recoiling for a moment as he rushed to words, frantically shaking his head, "I listened to you but I just thought listening to myself was faster! Heh, I don't think you could keep up if you were following me!"

A grin found its way across his face at the last words, arrogance flickering across his expression. Well it was true! The old man wouldn't be able to catch up with him! Perhaps he would have continued with something more outrageous and arrogant had it not been with... Something colliding with his shoulder. Which hurt. The pain of it certainly caused a yelp to escape him and he nearly lost balance as he spun his head around up, up to where... He thought it had come from? The scaffolding? That was what it was, right?

Something shiny was there.
Shiny. Shinyshinyshiny. Shinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshiny.

His facial expression immediately changed from the shock into utter awe. There was something alive up there and it was shiny. A squeal escaped him. Then again, didn't it hurt him? Remembering that fact was quite difficult when the fact that it was SHINY was still present in his mind. He needed to get to it no matter what! Immediately then from his momentary shiny-stopped awe he made it his entire goal to get up to where it was! Hence why he leapt forward, attempting to pull himself up on the metal bars. That he managed to do so (although shakily); running had at least athletic ability or something. Yanking himself up he attempting to balance slightly, finding such difficult on the pipes though dragging himself along them.

"Heh, I'm goin' to capture this!" he did grin to himself, though the question being how was trying to worm its way in his head. He'd use his grass-type obviously! He attempted to reach into his scarf to pull out the small-bud Pokemon but...

It didn't want to leave. Of course the Budew didn't! It found its home nestling into the trainer's neck quite comfortable thank you very much; in no was the grass-type going to leave! It only sought to snuggle in tighter then as Damion tried to get a grip around it, giving a rather unhappy, "Dew!"

"Ge-get out," the blonde could only begin to grumble, suddenly realizing it was getting more and more uncomfortable trying to balance on a pipe, "We need to get the shiny thing!"

[happify]

Floatzel was pleased. It had won. Not anybody else. Not Quagsire, not Gyarados, nope. It had won. It had stopped the boy. Now to most other Pokemon, this might seem like a mediocre achievement at best, stopping a young one, but still. Couldn't it have this one victory? After all, most young humans were really fact. So the others were wrong. This was an achievement. A very good one. Floatzel's tails spun around to show it's happiness, the tips of the each tail lightly hitting the ground every second or so. It grinned, showing it's fangs as it have off a sort of hissing laugh.

The Pokemon's trainer glanced at it for a moment, a brief smirk showing when he had seen that the Pokemon was so pleased with itself for such a simple task. At least it was happy. This meant that it's attitude might actually disappear for a while. He knew this from experience. He also knew that this would make the Pokemon easier to work with. It would listen easier. But this wasn't the time to think about the beast. It was the time to, once again, talk to the boy.

"I wouldn't slow you down." replied Wake, giving an honest effort to keep his voice to a normal volume. Dammit, the young were so cocky. It was rather difficult to not.. Er... Smack them upside the head to teach a lesson or two. "You thought that listening to yourself was faster, eh?" He paused. "Well, I bet you didn't, but did you ever consider that you just wasted time thinking about thinking about who you should listen to?" 'Wait... What?' he thought. 'Uh... Nevermind.'

"Anyways, yes, I would be able to keep up with you. I would, really." he said, nodding. He stretched his arms as he talked. Sometimes stretching relived the pain from other injuries. Why shouldn't it help with this? "Just because I might not have gotten here before you... It doesn't mean that I can't keep up with you now. So quit blabbing on about that and wipe that smirk from your face." He shook his head. That silly boy was so preoccupied with preaching the ways of speed that he didn't think about how he was just throwing extra time away defending his thoughts.


And then something hit the boy.


Floatzel immediately broke out of it's little trance of happiness and it's tails stopped spinning. For a moment, that is. Only about a second or two passed before the tails begun to spin again, faster and faster. It's gaze followed the young man's as they looked for the source of what had caused pain for the boy. It was up on the scaffolding.

Wake frowned. Why must everything be so distracting? First one thing, the fence. Then his Pokemon got stuck. Then the young man ran off. And then he himself managed to scramble over the fence after... that boy. It wasn't a fall! Nope! Not a bit! At this rate, that stupid boy wouldn't learn anything from him! Well... Maybe he wasn't a teacher and maybe the boy wasn't stupid. But still. He wasn't learning anything whatsoever. From him or from anything else. And that wouldn't do.

He then heard a yelp, but didn't pay it any mind. The, for lack of better and less-repetitive words, little boy had probably just found yet another thing to distract him. Whee. ...Was that a squeal? Oh Mew. Was this actually a little hyperactive girl he was dealing with here? No, he wasn't sexist, but girls were known to squeal and make sissy noises more often. Eh, he'd deal with that later. The point was that Damion was making the noises... And there was, believe it or not, probably a reason behind it. He too followed the gazes. Something was up there, it seemed. Perhaps is was what had hurt the young man? Probably. He took a step forward, as though that would help him get a better view at it. It... It was brown. Whee. He didn't really see what was so special about it. Perhaps if he had concentrated for more than a few seconds, he would have noticed the sparkles. But he wasn't going to waste his time with something so trivial. It wasn't worth it, after all.

Floatzel snorted as it lept back to stand next to it's trainer. Drawing Wake's attention away from the boring little brown Pokemon, it tugged on it's trainer's arm to try and get it to look at something else. "Huh? What?" he asked. It wasn't uncommon for the orange Pokemon to try and distract him with unnecessary things. But it was being persistent. "Zel! Floooooo" it whined, tugging a bit harder. "Floatzel. Zelzelzel!" it barked quietly, pointing towards the boy.

The young man was bothering around with his little Budew. "Is that really what you wanted me to look at?" asked Wake, a rather flat tone clinging to his voice. His Pokemon nodded. "Zeeeeeeel." It whined in response, as if to say 'Put two and two already. I can't do if for you.' Well, somehow, Wake did finally manage to get what his Pokemon was trying to get him to see. It appeared that Damion was trying, maybe, to get his Pokemon to battle. After all, isn't that was trainers did before they caught a Pokemon? It couldn't really remember. It's trainer hadn't done so in so long... but that didn't matter! It was happy that there weren't any more members added to the team. Much less competition.

"Heheh." Wake chuckled to himself. "That boy is gonna fall or somethin'." He stepped even closer, this time to watch the boy and his little Grass Pokemon. "This outta be entertaining. Don't you think?" The weasel Pokemon nodded. "Novice at work. Reminds me of the old days. Hahahaha~"

[Gary]

The scaffolding vibrated beneath Sentret's paws as a blond-haired trainer mounted them, startling the pokemon. He yelped faintly, ears sticking straight up and striped tail curling as he balanced on the beam. After his initial surprise, Sentret settled onto four paws, tail pressed against the cold metal behind him as he looked towards the trainer. He gave a beady-eyed frown that he felt quite clearly said 'Hey, you can look, but you can't touch!' before lifting himself by the weight of his tail. His soft, shapeless body bounced gently as he balanced in the air, ears mimicking the movement.

"Tret!" he called somewhat indignantly; sure, he had expected the attention, but climbing up here and... attempting to capture him (for Sentret was a fairly intelligent pokemon and could understand what the trainer was up to) did not settle with Sentret's amusement. He had many other people to dazzle with his unique coat, and many other places to travel. Little did he know that being with a trainer would allow Sentret to do just that.

With his annoyances voiced, the shiny pokemon pushed against the scaffolding with his tail and leaped onto another beam parallel to the first. He had to make some dignity apparent to these people--they could look, but approaching him was out of the question!

[nickbo]

"Budew!"

It was very clear that the pokemon didn't want to get out at that rate. Very very clear. Of course the grass-type didn't want to leave! It had managed to conclude, from spending a rather short time in its trainer's scarf, that it was comfortable! Warm! It'd certainly never leave its trainers scarf! Battling or catching this squirrel-thing, or whatever it was the grass-type didn't really care for that, wasn't important! Its... Its trainer's hair was far more important! The Budew only really got a slight feel of the blonde bangs from its position but still! That was far better then battling!

Damion, however, wanted to battle. Even if balance was rather difficult on the bar, he was going to catch that shiny thing; fast too of course! He couldn't wait for his Pokemon to get out but there was obvious hesitancy. He didn't want to hurt it after all! But... That wasn't supposed to matter though, right? He frowned in remembrance; Paul... Paul had kicked his sheep-thing. Paul was BA! So... The blonde shook his head in memory, attempting to focus. Now was not the time to think about the purple-haired boy; he needed to catch this shiny thing! Plus his Pokemon seemed to like the whole... Touching-nice thing, so he'd work with that.

"Green thing... I-I'll..." he begun to mumble, his orange eyes trailing over the Sentret as it leapt to another beam. It was moving! What the hell was he supposed to do if it was moving? His grass Pokemon couldn't leap to another beam; it barely had legs, let alone arms! His Slowpoke wasn't much of an option here either. The other thing could move a lot... So Damion just had to slow it down! The Stun Spore that his grass Pokemon had first used when they had met probably wouldn't be able to reach that far so the blonde reasoned he just have to stick to long-range, special attacks! ... O-or something like that...

Giving a triumphant nod he stopped trying to pull it out; it would just use its attack from that place then! It didn't really strike him that if the Sentret possibly attacked he would be in great danger as well; he wasn't going to waste time thinking about that 'til the last second. He attempted to gain stable footing on the bar he was on anything, pointing a finger at the Sentret and yelling out rather impatiently, "F-fine, just use Absorb from here!"

Damion half expected it not to occur. There had been a nagging feeling that it wouldn't. That wasn't feeling though. A slight glow begun from the grass Pokemon's bud however, and... A green beam begun. Giving a triumphant yelp (in slight surprise too as it had been a little bit unknown whether he would do it or not) the blonde tried to focus on the next step.

Getting closer.

Damion would clearly just have to move himself! Giving a nod he attempted to steady himself, faltering in the beginning but none the less getting up to a suitable height, and threw himself at the second, higher beam.

Somehow he managed to get a hold. A shifty one at that; the blonde did give a startled cry as he swung a bit more then he anticipated but his hands scrabbled on the bar, gripping on even though one originally slipped off and lost grip. It seemed like he was struggling but that'd be understandable; the blonde was particularly lanky after all and lacked the upper-body strength to well... Last long, hanging like that.

Perhaps he realized this or perhaps he didn't but he instead tried to pull himself up. This didn't turn out so well anyway; instead he hooked his legs around the bar, attempting to keep himself attached to it anyway. That meant that he was still hanging upside down though, looking like some sort of Slakoth on a branch. The Budew wasn't particularly happy about such though.

After all, it had been mid-way through an attack! An attack it hadn't wanted to do yet its trainer had practically interrupted it! Not to mention the danger! The dangerdangerdanger! It seemed a little safe due to the type wrapping in Damion's scarf but it probably wouldn't be for long! The attack was of course disrupted, the fluorescent vine of a beam trailing off from the Budew and the glow stopping as it gave a startled cry, "D-dew! Bud!"

Damion didn't seem particularly scared now though. He looked as if he enjoyed hanging from a bar in a perilous way; he was quite oblivious to the danger. He still found it aggravating how long the whole affair was taking and irritated as the Budew's attack had a false start. But it was fun doing the whole leaping shebang, right? He could only grin wildly as he attempted to pull himself upright onto the bar as he commanded, "C'mon, there's nothing wrong; hurry up and use Absorb again! The quicker you do the faster I get up!"

"Dew!"

The grass-type still didn't feel safe. Attack from there!? Was its trainer crazed? Nono, it just wanted to be in the soft blonde fur that Damion had! Why did all this have to happen!? Giving another undignified squeal though, its bud begun to give a bright glow again as the Absorb commenced again, the green light flickering out again.

^{ooc/ oh um idk DD: sorry it's baaaad but i just kinda based Absorb of how Mega Drain works in the anime? e___e i suppose that's this then}

[happify]

This... This was painful to watch.

That stupid kid was going to hurt himself and his Pokemon. Of course, because the boy was simply that, a human, he was more important and thus would be the first priority if and when it came to an emergency, but still. "It's fine if you are going to do something stupid, but it's no good if you are going to drag others down in your failure too. Just non-sense is what that is..." Wake mumbled watching the blonde's actions.

His Pokemon looked up at him. "Zel?" It mumbled back, as if to ask 'really?'. "Flooooatzelzelfloat..." It chuckled. It... What was it doing? It wasn't mocking it's master, was it? That was, is, and always will be unacceptable. "You." the older human barked after a few more moments of watching that idiot boy continue on. The Pokemon stood straight up, getting a feeling that orders were soon going to go it's way. It was used to this tone from it's trainer, though this time, it seemed... different. The Pokemon couldn't quite place it's paw on it. There was a hint to the sound that it didn't hear often, and this was slightly disturbing.

"Get closer... Stand up." The Pokemon obeyed, standing on the very tips of it's padded feet. The human's height wasn't that of a giant, but it was certainly something to consider. It's trainer bent down a bit and began to whisper. "Alright... Now. You and I both know that the boy is going to do something stupid here soon. I want you to keep a good watch on him and to be prepared if he seems like he is going to fall, alright?" The Pokemon nodded, giving a "Zel!" and a nod in response.

Both beings observed the young man, watching him mutter and mumble. But... What was this? Was... Oh hell. He wasn't. ...He was. That little runt was trying to move up. Across the beams. ...Higher. ...This was not good. That somewhat small chunk of common sense that Wake sometimes managed to grab onto was currently telling him that they boy was putting himself in even more danger than he had been before. Yes, he had told his Pokemon to be prepared for the youth to fall, but at the same time, he also didn't tell it that the boy might be going higher. But could he really be blamed? No one with a speck of sense would do that.

"Zeeeel..." called out the orange Pokemon, giving out a sort of warning growl. "Yeah. I get it. You know what to do now, don't you?" Without waiting for a response, he continued. "You've got to be even more aware now. I'll be counting on your speed and power more than I was planning on doing in the first place." Floatzel nodded, now a bit more interested because it had been informed that it might be able to show off it's abilities.

Finally! Something interesting to do! It's tails spun briefly in excitement. Frankly, it found this child and his Pokemon a bore. It did not see why it's trainer was investing so much interest in this silly little boy. Was there a point to it? No. There was not. Would either of them be getting something out of making sure that the young man didn't die? No, they would not. So... Why were they still here?

"Hm..." Wake started. "We need to get closer to them."

...The Pokemon's body slackened. It hung it's head. Neither were paying much attention to the boy, despite the fact that that was probably what they should have been doing, and this made it confused. Wasn't the whole point of them being there to make sure that the little kiddo was okay? But now they weren't doing that... So... What were they supposed to be doing? "Zeh..." it huffed, it's attention having been drawn upwards. It could hear the cries of the Pokemon and the boy. So... There was a battle? Oho~ It moved closer.

The older man spoke up. "Don't you go up there. This is his battle. Let him do it on his own. Unless he asks for it, do not help with this battle. After all, I don't want to catch that... thing that... the boy is tryin' to catch and what would you get out of it?" Pssssssh... He was right. No matter how much it wanted to, the Floatzel would not allow itself to join in on the battle. Sure, it was only between two wimpy little Pokemon. But a battle was a battle. Just as the weasel Pokemon was about to make it's way back to it's trainer once more, it noticed that it's trainer wasn't paying attention again. ...This was something that needed to be working on. It crawled to his side, not nearly as interested as before.

But what was he paying attention to? Surprisingly, not the battle. He was so sure that the young boy was going to make a mistake that he had lost most, if not all, interest in the battle. This was most unlike him, the searching for a mistake or two, of course. Perhaps it was the fact that the kid had been 'smart' with him. Yes... That might be it. Things like that didn't settle right with him. Though it might take time, Wake knew that he was going to get the kid to be more respectful to those that he didn't know. And if that would require visiting the kid in the hospital, because of the sure-to-come accident, then so be it.

[Fidge]

[/color] Sentret squeaked in an attempt to intimidate -- but it only made him look even cuter. [/ul]