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Post by Naze on Jul 9, 2009 15:07:35 GMT -6
As eclectic a pair as the two Team Darkness members undoubtedly were and appeared within the chrome confines of the organization's main base, it was to be seen now that the two were considerably unchanged when within the light of the waking world that was partially unaware of Team Darkness's rather notorious yet well hidden schemes. Through the past two days, the second general of Team Darkness held preference and almost pride in his unwitting disposition in this mission ; his 'companion' and team member Fawn Stanton holding the steady position of what Razz had recently been deeming as "The being of almost all street knowledge". Yet even with the pair working to find even the slightest of clues, and Oleander Town being the small little place that it was, nearly everything had been dubbed unsuccessful. The occupants of the town being either much too rude to tell them the truth or even speak to them, or some town members seeming even more dull in knowledge then Razz himself.
Though it had seemed all things of true importance had been for simply the sarcastic sake of their health, the personality that one could claim to be no short of absolutely bizarre seemed to of reached a sharp apogee in oddities, if you were able to truly put a limit on Razz's positively weird mentality. The second day that they had spent in Oleander Town was one that Razz occupied with a much darker, brooding persona that seemed almost more business-like, even endangering Fawn's appearance as the professional dominance within the pair. The general had even gone so far as to of seemed deep within a void of depression ; his sleep obviously haunted due to the twist and turns that yanked the covers to and fro like a knock out drag out battle was taking place within the large king-sized bed that the local hotel, Ghost Dragon, provided. Due to the make-shift hotel's lack of funding, it was impossible to purchase a room with double beds and thus, the pair was forced to sleep in the same bedding [though each claimed the far end of their side].
Though tonight had a rather different outcome as the General of Team Darkness stood within the second floor of The Tower of Souls. It would come to no positive conclusion if he disturbed Fawn's slumbers even further then he had within the last day. Razz had chosen to abandon his small section of the bed in the late hours of the night as he stood infront of a small, ill kept pool though the water still glistened with an almost holy light that was only expected from a funeral home. Though the rumors and myths of this tower being 'haunted' flew heavily through the small town, such lies did not plague him as they would have on average circumstances. No.. No this was much different. It had been years since he had visited this grave, many many years. And now guilt struck him into a state of both depression and paranoid caution of the woman whom he had entertained the idea of companionship with.
Of course, his new sense of darkness towards Fawn was not without reason. The man had long forgotten why he dread coming to Oleander Town when he had agreed to coming here and even walked with the signature flamboyant bounce in his stride. But reminders were swiftly brought to the surface of consciousness as memories he believed to of been long forsaken arose with a vengeance. Wretched memories that splashed him with an incredibly cold jolt of the reality that his past contained.
Razz's once dazzling emerald pools dully stared down into the pool to look to a dark slate that was among the few watery graves, the words engraved upon the hard rock reading "Yami-Chan" that brought such sorrow to the man's heart. Through his eyes, a close Pokemon companion was buried here, his female Umbreon that had been claimed long before her time by experiments brought upon by Team Rocket. To Razz, it was his fault for not getting to their base in time and his fault for not being strong enough to win the battle that caused his dear Umbreon her life. And this scene, the situation in which he lost their battle and when Razz could only comfort Yami-Chan as she laid upon the dark silvery operating table dying slowly, painfully was what so deeply troubled his consciousness. Accompanied by the fear that Fawn had newly brought onto him ; she may not be a member of Team Rocket but she was another grunt from a dark organization, each of them was capable of the same thing in his opinion.
But Fawn's.. Fawn's okay isn't she? Razz wondered, taking his palm to his chest and clutching his shirt and jacket with a wince as he bit back harsh tears from breaking through. "Fawn wouldn't do that.." Razz attempted to coax himself into believing, though the truth remained shrouded for him. He didn't know Fawn on a personal level and who knew if she had done such a thing before and he hadn't known about it? It wouldn't be uncommon in the least. He had simply wanted to confide in her for awhile as his companion, someone to make his loneliness grow dull even if it was only for a short time. But now he had considerably and visibly distanced himself from her, those hideous memories driving a deeper stake in his loneliness and how cautious he felt of these 'teams'.
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Post by Kell on Jul 13, 2009 1:28:41 GMT -6
This was where she was meant to be.
Though they were certainly on a most ambitious mission; were still in the process of finding the whereabouts of either target; and were in arguably the most dismal stretch of civilization in Kyoto; she was working again. Electric and at the same time content, it could all be seen in the small, vaguely arrogant smile that somehow graced her lips even when she was speaking with the most brainless of townsfolk.
While it may appear that they were getting nowhere in the ghost town, Fawn knew that every conversation she cut off with an insincere “Thank you for your time,” could hold telltale signs that may help them later on. The rude and/or unintelligent ones were one thing, but they at least always had something to say. The quiet ones were something else, as the things they didn’t say spoke volumes.
Sometimes she’d still feel the buzz from being somewhat incognito (though it was considerably easier for her to blend in now than she ever could as a Rocket). Just yesterday she’d walked freely into Oleander’s sole coffee shop; charmed someone into buying her a cup. It happened every time she went into a crowded place; her amused-looking around and marveling at how little these people knew about the very things their members did right under their noses. Would continue to do, as long as they were around, she thought contentedly, sipping her java.
She could even write off the town’s pathetic attempt at hospitality. As if the poisonous flowers hedging this regional necropolis didn’t send a certain message, its scant lodging left a lot to be desired. A small price to pay for the opportunity of a lifetime, but one that was scraping on her more and more…Fawn, being accustomed to taking up the center of her own bed/cot/sleeping bag what have you, was now sharing a bed with a very fitful sleeper…
She had noticed her traveling companion had been unusually detached since their arrival. Any small contentment she felt seemed diminished by his current state, and she was surprised by how disappointed she was. At first she dismissed it as Razz being nostalgic, or making an effort to sympathize with the countless others who were mourning in this place. He would snap out of it once they ate something, or some other act of normalcy brought him back… especially since this newfound freedom should be a time of elation, and because there were more pressing matters at hand.
But he didn’t. And over the past few days, she grew increasingly worried. “Less about Razz’s emotional health, and more so about his ability to work when the time comes,” she had reasoned.
Regardless of the cause, it was becoming clear that she’d have to approach him about this.
Fawn grimaced into the small mirror over the sink, brushing her teeth with a new vigor. She hated talking to her teammates about their feelings, but that had never stopped her from doing what had to be done to keep everything professional and everyone at the top of their game.
Besides, she still had a few questions for him, and if she played her cards right, all of that mess would be settled before they went any further on this quest.
We should have our little pep talk as soon as possible, she thought, stepping out of the miniscule bathroom.
She paused outside the doorway hands on her hips, and stared at Razz seemingly asleep already....
Ok, I’ll talk to him first thing in the morning, she thought sulkily, climbing onto a bed with a mysterious man who still felt more like a stranger to her than any other person she had ever worked with. And it mattered to her.
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In dreaming as in waking, Fawn’s consciousness was logical bordering on dull; in fact, it seemed unfair to label these visions she had in sleep as “dreams,” when they usually were mere recapitulations of her past several days’ experiences.
Most of the trip to Oleander was spent walking alongside Razz, as opposed to her typical distancing. She felt she owed him that much, especially after a quick check of the Pokemon he had given her earlier confirmed that it was indeed an Alvah Dratini, and not some kind of joke. As it appeared from the pokeball in all its glory, she couldn’t help her eyes from lighting up, or her hand from resting over her heart. Despite the apathy she firmly kept towards strange Pokemon…well, this was hers now, so it was a Pokemon that mattered. She bit her bottom lip. The culmination of all of Team Darkness’s work so far could be seen in the success of this Pokemon before her; this female Dratini, with her darker scale and eye pigmentation, and her strange aura that spoke to the enhanced potential within. She was beautiful.
She vaguely remembered thanking Razz again, and was beginning to regret it, in case he figured out just how much she loved gifts. She knew it was shallow; she took pleasure in certain materialistic belongings, and bordered miserly in the way she admired some of her things. But clearly as she valued her team, nothing topped the gift of a rare Pokemon. It was the most basic form of a very powerful Pokemon, made even more so due to the scientists… Of course she’d have to keep it under close surveillance, if the last batch of Alvahs unleashed from the labs were any indication. She’d protect her like an asset, if the promise of one day owning a Dragonite weren’t motivation enough. As Fawn looked into the dark red eyes of the Pokemon, body writhing gracefully with controlled energy, she saw an intense passion and flares of defiance. Though that could be an issue one day, it didn’t surprise her. Most Pokemon they worked with were the same; in fact, her Vaporeon had shown similar traits, but with the help of her strict and loyal Skuntank, he shaped up soon enough…
She was hazily brought to consciousness far sooner than sunrise by the gentle movements across the bed. Silently as Razz was moving, she was always a light sleeper, too easily roused by disturbances. At first she thought he was just having more nightmares, and annoyed, turned over; but then she heard him slide out of bed through the guise of sleep. Now completely lucid, curiosity grabbed hold of her as she waited until he left the room. With a languid stretch, she shuffled to the small window and peered through the slats.
The moon was obscenely bright tonight, and in the empty white-flooded streets, the man in red stood out like a lonely roving demon, heading straight towards a feast of souls.
What the hell…She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t lucid yet, since her imagination was going haywire. Positive that Razz was going to the town’s famed Tower, there was not a chance she was missing this, as she pulled on a sweater and slipped outside to follow him.
There was a reason the town had the reputation it did. She had always gotten cold easily, but as she walked towards the looming tower, she felt chills that had nothing to do with the incense-stained breeze around her. Entering the dark tower got no better. Her boots clicked on the stone and the noise was amplified unnaturally. Being neutral on the presence of spirits, she couldn’t deny the heavier atmosphere inside those walls. As she now marched down a line of glaring gravestones, the only physical remnants of people’s beloved Pokemon passed, Fawn felt as if she was personally being judged. Eyes steeled over, she gazed at some of the tombstones, grazing one with her fingers as she passed. “Don’t be offended, I didn’t put you there,” she thought, willing anyone to hear.
She headed up the stairs until she finally saw a shock of red, his back facing her and stone still. It startled her a bit to see him, as she’d almost forgotten why she was there. At the time she got out of bed, it had seemed like a good idea to chase him down and get everything out into the open, but now it seemed inappropriate, even by her blunt standards.
She was positive he would’ve heard her approaching, but she still cleared her throat and waited a moment before saying quietly, “Do you know anyone here?”
Her voice seemed to echo in the tower, and she crossed her arms, leaning on one side as she watched him intently.
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Post by Naze on Jul 13, 2009 22:02:38 GMT -6
With an inward sigh that lurked over the man's lips, begging him to simply release a breath and will his stiff legs into moving towards the stairs yet, the cold breath failed to reach his conscious surface. His golden hues simply stared down at the tombstone beneath the small, surprisingly crystal clear pool that was without ripples going through it's unstable surface. The rather eerie silence and the chilling atmosphere that seemed to curl in a binding fashion that usually would have held his fear captive as well as a good deal of sympathy that each soul remaining attached to the notourious tower would threaten to drain him of seemed now only natural as Razz held no consciousness to these emotions, eyes smeared in a foggy glaze. It was as if a curse from one of the various spirits that haunted the tower had turned him into a statue, due to his odd stillness that seemed rather uncharacteristic attitude that might of been borderline A.D.D. But as he lost himself into the depths of his memories, he truly did look like a hollow individual that was worthy of being within Team Darkness.
His golden eyes were a 'portal', if you would call it something so frank, into his mind, the pools within his deeply troubled thoughts that reflected into the cold night's reality. Thoughts mingling with the long gone past, of that night.. And Fawn. Though he believed in her, believed that she held no malicious intentions towards him, his dim yet still flickering sense of caution stopped these thoughts dead in their tracks. Bringing his arm upwards, allowing his long red jacket to flow as he rested each palm upon his upper arms, gripping his lean frame tightly with his arms crossed, rubbing his arms in a motion similar to one that you would use to regain a decent heat temperature. Finally, Razz unconsciously released the cold sigh from his lips and begged his legs to move, to carry him out of this wretched place. And his wish was nearly fulfilled until a sense of paranormal fear gripped him tightly as Fawn cleared her throat close to the stairwell. A ghost? Something he'd have to fight? The creamy color was completely drained from his face, leaving it as a pale sheet of white until Fawn's voice accompanied the sound. When her voice echoed out through the boneyard, Razz found himself turning to his companion, his expression as grim as it was since he was staring at the pool until his eyes searched her as if checking to see if she was a materialized being and not any form of spirit attempting to screw with him nor his imagination falling into a beserk state of mind. And then, as if all previous doubts were entirely erased, a slight scintilla of his usually sanguine attitude reappeared as a slight spark within his eyes and within the partial smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Yeah.. Yeah I guess you could say that.." Razz spoke, a bit toned down by his own voice that was just as flat as his previous facial expression. With a rather uneasy, even nervous shift of his feet, Razz found himself planted within the spot by the pool. Ingrained and unable to walk towards Fawn, or at least that was what he felt like. With another heavy sigh, Razz released his grip upon his lean frame and gave a gesture for Fawn to join him by his side. "You followed me then..? I guess it's just been.. awhile sense I last visited Oleander Town. It's disrespectful really, sense Yami-Chan was one of my absolute favorite Pokemon.. And it was no accident that she's here.." Razz said and began to bite his bottom lip lightly, wincing upon the moment where his last words were utter with a heavy heart.
In truth, the general wanted to simply ululate his entire row of chaotic emotions to her but refrained. Refrained with a large amount of conscious effort that brought him back into reality and even came so far into it to allow the eerie stillness of the tower to send a chill crawling from his tailbone to the very tip of his spine. "Why'd you follow me? You don't seem like the kind of person to really worry about a teammate's.. feelings" Razz inquired with a statement, taking no thought into the possibility of Fawn being offended by it in the least. However, Razz allowed his eyes to leave the pool of water to focus more intently upon rather, his thoughts of doubt coming back to him. "We're on the same side, right Fawn? You wouldn't.. uhh.." Razz said but halted himself with another nervous shift, making a mental effort not to pull away from her. "You wouldn't.. Umm.. Well, Yami-Chan.. Yami-Chan kind of.. Yami-Chan did die from experiments conducted by.. Team Rocket. It was my fault.. And I got my hands.. dirty that day.." Razz mutter out with a pleading look replacing the sorrow within his eyes, as if begging Fawn not to judge him. Not now. Hopefully not ever.
The fact that he had actually stained himself with crimson liquid, made his skin and clothing just as red as his hair and jacket.. It still brought an ill thought to his mind. Though it had been the first and certainly not the last, it was.. odd that he no longer had too big a quarrel with murdering now, because if he did commit such a crime it was because he loathed that person and they truly deserved it. And his eyes showed that lick of history and the begging that spoke in high volumes that he could never reach even with his loud, flamboyant voice. Giving another discomforted shift and an unconscious step away from Fawn as the message and the portal to his thoughts disappeared with his glance towards the floor. What was he doing? Why.. He may not of been someone secretive or acute but, he certainly was very protective of his past, it was something that betrayed his appearance. And even more so when he was extremely unsure of the thin string of trust that he wanted so desperately to share with his female companion.
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Post by Kell on Jul 16, 2009 0:08:49 GMT -6
She strolled towards him, hands in her pockets. The woman smiled softly in reply so he wouldn't think she was in a hostile mood. It crossed her mind that if he was at the Tower for the same reason everyone else went, then he might be resistant because of her interrupting his solitude. The fact that he was comfortable with her there was a good sign. Sure enough, the man was there to visit a memorial to one of his own Pokemon. Of course. No wonder he had ill feelings about coming here. Another important piece to the puzzle that was earning Razz's trust.
Tilting her head as he spoke, a familiar feeling washed fleetingly over her. It was an old feeling; one that she did not associate with Razz, and that disturbed her. These little surprises were happening much more frequently, to her horror, and she quickly pushed them aside.
The veil of sleep that had softened her consciousness was gone. Fawn had followed him for a reason, and seeing as she had no plans of getting this personal with him again, she needed to clear everything up now.
I only worry about emotions if it’ll disrupt the mission, she thought darkly, but she just gave him a small, apologetic smile. “I know I’m not the poster child for intimate discussion and broken down walls, but we’ve really gotten off on the wrong foot in this relationship,” she started silkily. “And that’s my fault,” she acquiesced, sweeping the hair from her eyes. “Not that it would’ve hindered me in the slightest, but I was beginning to think you resented me. Now I know that’s not the case,” she finished quietly, laying a hand on his forearm.
“Yami-Chan must have been something.” She pulled back.
Good. She’d just listen to his story for a bit, say the usual things, and then he’d have his spirits back for the rest of the trip.
When he spoke again, she eyed him intently as he struggled to come up with the right words…What could he possibly want to say to make him so skittish? She smiled remotely to encourage him, but his hesitation and following confession was…something else.
Fawn just barely suppressed a laugh, but could not stop her pale eyes from lighting up. Maybe it was because it was the early morning hours, and she found irony amusing, but she couldn’t believe the scenario. Adding to the skewedness that was their two different planes of existence, she now found out that Razz’s prized Pokemon died as a direct effect of exactly the type of things they did for Team Darkness! And since he clearly held resentment for that, what the hell was his intent going on this mission anyway?
There was also the fact that he was as unsure as she was about where their relationship stood… Now she knew for a fact they had nothing in common, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Once again, he was showing his deviation from Darkness’s procedures; something that had always bothered her from the get-go. If he didn’t change, she’d keep an eye on him and report to the only higher-up she trusted…
These bumps in the road were frustrating, but the two did not need a bigger rift between them than the canyon that already existed. For now though, the only thing to do was smooth over it, and convince the man that he and she were on the same side.
“I would never intentionally harm a Pokemon, Razz,” she said seriously. “That’s never the goal.” The organization’s actions may have suggested otherwise, but she could publicly distance herself from them for now if it meant gaining his trust..
And with his last sentence we got to the root of his issues…Little Razz is not so pure after all, she thought. The fact that his Umbreon was killed by her old syndicate did not go unnoticed; it ignited something in her that she did not want to dwell on right now, or else she may lose her composure then and there. It left her with a lingering sympathy for him, borne of what could be a mutual hatred of Team Rocket...She refocused.
Perhaps Razz felt like he killed for no good reason. Yami-chan had still perished, and the man was guilt wracked. Whatever. His eyes were penetrating, and frankly, she was sick of them being trained on her with that despondent expression. This was destroying him, and he needed cooing words.
She tilted her head; spoke softly, for his sake. “I can’t judge you for that. Standing up for what you cared for, or acting upon your instincts without the filters of morality…”
The fact that he had ever taken the life of another said a lot about Razz; most importantly to her, that he was capable of following through. She hadn’t heard this side of him, and it opened her eyes to his potential…if she could ever truly get him onto her side.
“You did what you had to do, and that’s admirable.”
Though the kind tone was somewhat fake, she firmly believed the words as they came out of her mouth. It was how she lived. Fawn also believed that people got what was coming to them, whether that was good news or bad news for herself…She cleared her throat. This conversation had to end now.
“I just want you to know, we are on the same side,” she said, giving a weak smile. “From here on out.”
Whether she would stay true to those words was up to Razz; Fawn only honored promises to the people she could trust, and for all the trouble, she still wasn’t sure what he would do when the time came and his conscience was tested again.
A small window high in the Tower wall let through a sliver of dawn’s watery red sunlight. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
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Post by Naze on Jul 16, 2009 11:42:15 GMT -6
Throughout the sequence in which the female spoke to him, attempting what seemed to be her utmost best at comforting him, Razz was forced to keep a loud laugh from breaching the surface's boundaries. Little liar. Little fucking liar. As it would any average person, Razz did not pay mind to any irate emotion that may have risen if he focused too much on it's potential. He appreciated the arts, even went so far as to seek out a few, and that included the beautiful talent of being able to act ; the eerie funeral home as their stage with no props other then each other. And with such elements who needed anymore scenery to gander at then the few grave stones that rose from the ground? It was a great stage and though Razz would admit with a grimace that his emotions were not false by any means, this side of Fawn made him smile. The swell little actor she was, but not up to par with his caliber by far, because he actually felt his emotions deep enough to penetrate the barriers ; as any performer should. But he intently listened to her attempt to lift his spirits. Simply seeing his first companion in awhile and getting out what he felt in a verbal fashion was able to grant him a vague form of bliss but she pushed it. And quite frankly, he was glad. This was information that he would've felt ill milking her for on his own, and furthermore the actress in this play may of discovered his intentions if that situation had played along as Razz originally entertained.
Watching her closely, golden optics catching what seemed to be everything like a memory file, Razz managed a slight smile to grace his slender lips. It wasn't fake, not by far. It was sweet of her, to think that he needed this much encouragement to lift his spirits, so much that he did not have the mental heart to confront her afterwards with such. His emotions were only fueled further by her words, and it became harder to suppress a mild giggle but he managed it just fine, not allowing the truth to penetrate onto his frontal form and expose his true feelings toward it all. Fawn was being rather fake right now, and finally, after just hearing a few words come from her mouth his previous ponder of the inquiry of Fawn possibly reporting him to Team Darkness for any occasional word that slipped proved true, and maybe that's what really sent his spirits soaring to new heights.
To ensure his safety, Razz usually preferred to rely on threats that were anything but empty and if he showed her the weapon that he commonly wielded, she would understand entirely that he meant it. Though Fawn was decent and even earned the lightest lick of respect from him for being an equally decent actress, he had vowed long ago that Team Darkness nor any of it's members would not be the end of him and if that meant killing a few lives in the team, then he'd take them swiftly and effectively as a reaper would. It wasn't as if it would be uncommon, whenever anyone perished mysteriously in Team Darkness a wary glance was cast to his person by the leader. But it was never proven, nor should it have been since only.. Only three or four of those little incidents were actually him acting as the perpetrator. The game was much too simple when playing with the lives of humans since all they needed was a little poke in the vital by something sharp to pass onto the next word, much less a swift swipe across the chest with his weapon of choice. The chainsaw he loved almost as any of his Pokemon, a beautiful weapon that he went out of his way to turn as red as his clothing [other then the clean center blade or rotating fangs]. If he came to a point where the no doubt face of Fawn reporting him and the inability for him to talk her out of it presented itself, then another untrustworthy glare would be cast his way by the superiors, but that was something he preferred to toss into his endless void with the single hope it wouldn't bounce back and becomes an active, critical piece of his conscious.
Perceptive as Razz proved to be towards many things, one could've still claimed him to be a fool due to the fact that he intended to rift the trench that seemed nearly abyssal between them ; force the barrier that strictly enforced the law of each side to become nonexistent. And he was unprepared nor willing to allow that monstrous trench to close for him to cross over onto her side. That meant Team Darkness, that meant his death since certainly if Darkness accomplished their mission then his life would be no more then a hindering property that needed to be rendered into nonexistence. And though Razz could endure quite a bit of blows, he was not invincible by far and if that fight came his plan of choice was to run like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. He chose to be rather intent upon making her an allie, but that time was no where near the future, nor was it even really in sight. But Razz was fully equipped to deal with the impossible as any General should, though these weren't general worthy or oriented aspects in which he tried for.
And then she stated that they were on the same side. Nonsense. She knew just as well as he that the rift between them was colossal. And that side would be your side.. Razz thought once more but chose to erase her previous sentence from thought. They would make the transition smooth enough and he doubted Fawn actually meant the words she so silkily laid before him. But further interrogation and thought on the matter would need to wait as Razz also noticed one of the windows upon the top floor begin to spill a beautiful red cascade of dawn, and sudden yawned forced him to open his mouth, flashing his teeth that easily passed for fangs as he did so. "Ohh.. Is it that early then..? Oh well," he passed off and gave Fawn his much more signature, characteristic smile that managed to appear upon his facial features, once more it was far from fake and was not only meant to relieve her that her little verbal speech had 'worked' [which it had in pleasant but unintentional way] but for himself ; to feel his lips curl upwards in a bright embrace that matched the passionate shades of red he so dearly loved and wore. And with her note that they should be leaving the cemetery, Razz gave a bright nod, his new attitude seeming to do nothing short of annihilate the frightening atmosphere the tower held. "Then let's go! Where to next, huh~? Or will you tell me that you were so worried about me that you didn't think up our next destination?" he spoke in his usual flamboyant manner, his uplifting air about him once more and a wink even following the sentence that noted the playfulness in the sentence. "Oh well, you can just direct me. I don't want to stay in much a drab setting any longer!" he said with a loud laugh that he had been itching to release though now was much more appropriate then when Fawn was speaking in such a serious manner. And with that, Razz turned to the grave and gave a polite bow as a form of goodbye before glancing to a window upon the floor. The dark blue shade of night was still lingering in that one and Razz spied a large hole within it, able to easily fit at least five people through at one time. "They really should take better care of this place.." Razz muttered mostly to himself before he grabbed Fawn hand without hesitation and hurried over to the window, dragging her along and abruptly halting as they reached the edge of the stained glass. "Let go and you'll die, Fawny!" Razz said in a cheery, joyous tone, a little odd for a sentence so grim and an inappropriate one to give Fawn a pet name.
But did not wait nor pay mind to any inquiries as he place himself upon the large cement sill of the window in a crouching position, shifting his grip from Fawn's hand to his arm wrapped around her waist bringing them much closer and with that, no more words were spoken upon his part as a serious expression over took his face ; understandable since falling from such a window was enough to shatter them upon impact if they were unlucky enough to fall to the ground. But the house roof near the tower gave him confidence that they would not end up as human pancakes. And if they did.. Well.. they wouldn't. Pushing downward to build a kind of tension and momentum, Razz then leaped like a man with a death wish out of the stained glass window and through the large hole that shattered the glass's image. And as they did, Razz's other arm went and gripped onto Fawn as well, securing her safely from any possibility of losing her in the jump.
Soaring, appearing like a demonic clad in red in the night sky that was steadily being washed away with the wave of dawn breaking through, the two reached quite the height before swiftly falling but without a sound and as it seemed they both would meet the ground in that fleeting second, Razz landed with a light tap upon the very top tip of one of the roofs ; the one he had been aiming for. "Well captain, care to give directions?" Razz inquired with a smile as he leaped once more and onto another roof though the jump was quite shorter and safer then it was from the second floor of the tower ; the pattern continuing without stop and his tight grip upon Fawn ensuring the female's safety.
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Post by Kell on Jul 19, 2009 12:15:25 GMT -6
On the inside, she was growling. Though he gave a consenting smile, she didn’t feel the chat went over as she’d expected. But if he was willing to go along with this farce of their alliance, whatever. She would play ball.
A spike of adrenaline; she instinctively gripped his hand tighter with a sharp intake of breath. The last thing she wanted after her failure of a pep talk was to have her life in his hands. Fawny? Her nails dug into his skin.
Her mind went into overdrive. What is he doing? It occurred to her that no normal human being should be able survive this. Primal fear flashing through her, she took vindictive comfort in the fact that if she died, at least her killer would be right there with her. She braced herself, a sigh escaping her lips; but when they did not reach a premature end, a cool wave of relief washed through her...
Capable of withstanding falls of several stories, she tucked away mentally. Phenomenal. But once the fear had left, her previous disposition set in. The fall itself woke her up, at least; she had bailed helicopters on past jobs, so every sensation but moving from rooftop to rooftop felt oddly familiar. The thing that bothered her was that her “harness” was actually a human being, and she could now swear by the gleam in his eye that the bastard probably enjoyed testing her boundaries.
As soon as they were on the ground, she pushed his arms away, straightened her clothes, and started walking.
“Well, I’m delighted you’re feeling better,” she said, the ease in her voice not reaching her eyes. “But the next time you pull a stunt like that I swear, nads will roll.”
The good news was that she had recently found a lead, thanks. And whether or not it came to anything, she would be glad to move on from that town. With a discerning ear and an amount of long overdue serendipity, she had overheard one townie describe to another what he called the “ghost of the north”, and “the mythical saber tooth tiger rising from the mist” among other asinine descriptions.
That’s a Suicune, you tool, she had thought. But she was elated he was talking about it at all. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear,” she had said, turning around in her booth. “Did you just say you spotted a mysterious Pokemon?” She spoke in hushed tones, but she put the glow of innocent curiosity on her face. They looked at each other hesitantly. What was it with Oleander and secrets? “It’s just…I think it may have been a Suicune. I’ve doing research on the legendary beasts, and I’ve been tracking them all my life.” Still, at this point they clammed up as if she’d heard too much. She frowned impatiently, but a second later it was gone.
“It was my grandmother’s dying wish for me to continue her work,” she added, with a despondent glazing of her eyes. Sure enough, at the mention of tragedy, those saps believed she was genuine in purpose, even ‘letting her in’ on the fact that it was traveling with a human. Of course she knew this already…the question was, which of the two targets was this one? It didn’t matter. These guys had been infinitely more useful than anything their so-called contact had offered them.
They returned to the Ghost Dragon to pick up what little belongings they had on them. It was early enough that the town was still deserted, so ordering her superior to stay outside, she went upstairs and cleared their room. Though she was itching to stay for a coffee to smooth her unraveling nerves, they left the small town with the first light of day to avoid seeing anyone.
"Well Razz, no need to thank me for this intel, but we're going to Arkon."
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Their time on the road was uneventful, though the time she spent in his company did not ease her vigilance. True to their silent agreement in the solitude of that Tower nights ago, they did keep a veil of companionship over their underlying caution of each other, spurious in her case, but Fawn had the good sense to be more civil with him than she might have with her past squad members.
They traveled fairly quickly, resting only for hours at a time before setting off. It was at her demand, of course. She had no idea how long the Suicune and their trainers would remain in one area before leaving, and she had no intentions of letting every Joe Average in the area know that they were searching for said rare Pokemon by constantly asking around. The more discreet they were, the better.
The trip was also expedited by the way they traveled, as Fawn had taken to letting the Dratini out of her ball for increasingly longer periods at a time. In the short measures she had seen the Alvah in action, it was no less than she'd expected. The dragon's reflexes were stunning, often sensing other Pokemon from yards further than her Skuntank could sense. Fawn also noticed that the Dratini had a voracious appetite for battle, immediately disposing of local wilds the moment she commanded her to. Sometimes jumping the gun, she noted. That was something she'd have to work on.
The pair from Team Darkness emerged from a small stretch of forest face to face with the maw of a cave. Night was starting to fall, and Dratini slithered about her ankles, glowing eerily in the dusk. The last good bit of rest they'd gotten was over 18 hours ago and she was starting to get edgy, but she wouldn't be the one to slow them down if they could keep going. She'd toss Razz this executive decision.
"Ok," she turned to him, hands on her hips. "We can stake out here tonight; or we can blow through the caves right now, and keep making time. The problem with that," she continued annoyed, "is that most of the cave creatures are probably waking up right now. Most of them are a nuisance at best, but I don't have maps of Suko, and we could tiredly navigate into an Onix lair. Or a portal to hell," she added, to make a point. God she was tired. "Your call, general," she finished, with a mocking smile.
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