Pokemon ~ Make a Trainer (or Pokemon) and Start Your Journey! [Revived] ~ RP

Yellow nods. "I understand.. And.." She swallows. "I'm sorry."

She closes her eyes and begins to work her way into Riolu's mind, hoping that the element of suprise will allow her to get in before his formidable defenses get put up.

Jay kept his grip tight on Gardevoir even in his unconsciousness, should anyone try to separate them.

Riolu sucked in a gasp, a sudden, sharp pain slicing through his mind. Before he knew it, he was on his knees, clenching his eye shut. "No.. Please... Stop!" Memories began to flicker past his mind, and he pinned his ears to try and block them out.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a brand new addition to our show." The announcer raised his head proudly, hands tucked neatly behind his back. "He is a firebreathing demon, straight from Giratina's dimension and back." He waved a hand to his side, "I introduce to you the one, and only Senkai!"
In a flourish of flames, Riolu, or Senkai, leaped from his position in the loose sand, which glowed red hot and showered down in a dance of embers. His black cloak hid his face and body, long back gloves covered his arms.
Nobody knew what he was. Perhaps really just a demon.

"Leo... It hurts..." Molly lay curled up at the very end of the cave, shivering. She was complaining that her throat was hurting, and now she had chills. Riolu, or Leo, was frantically doing everything he can; they haven't been traveling anywhere for a week.
He hoped that hiding out in this cave would somehow help.
"Just sleep it off." Riolu said quietly. "It'll be gone once you wake up." He didn't know what else to say. He was out of every idea.

Quiet murmurs filled the small crowd. As people and Pokémon passed each other, items were swapped. Illegally, of course. Riolu stood at the edge of the crowd, waiting for his client. He had had a reputation for doing dirty work for people, and occasionally stealing a rare item or two. He hadn't failed anyone yet.

Yellow, almost used to the constant stream of memories she encounters whenever she enters Riolu's head, continues to delve. "I'm sorry..." Her physical form repeats. "I really am."

Riolu hid his face under his arms, which rested on the ground. "Please..."

"What's this?" Riolu held up the hooked piece of metal, looking at it against the sunlight.
"It's called a Razor Claw. You've earned it." The female Pyroar looked down at the fighting type, a warm smile across her muzzle.
"You mean it?!"
"The Razor Claw has been used by Pyroars for generations. You are as much one as anyone else here. I think you can use Ember better than I can."
Riolu's eye's glowed, "Oh, thank you!" He reached forward, wrapping his arms around Pyroar's neck in a tight hug.
"Thank you, mama."

"W-what're you doing?!" Blood mixed with the mud, creating a rusty brown that spattered as the rain fell. A teenage boy, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, lay defeated on the ground. Burns and cuts stretched across his body and his Pokémon's, which laid lifeless beside him.
"This is way beyond a battle!"
Riolu stood a length away for him, one paw simmering against the rain, the other holding a blood soaked Razor Claw. His hood was up, but his golden gaze shown through the shadows.
"You think this is some joke? You need someone to show you when enough is enough-" The boy choked. Blood poured copiously from his throat and gurgled out of his mouth. He gasped, his eyes widening in pure terror.
Riolu watching as the life drained from his eyes, leaving a pale husk behind.
By the time the boy passed, the rain had cleaned the Razor Claw to its former shine.

"I'm-" Yellow gasps, and almost instantly retreats from his head, huddling up on the ground, curling into a ball.

Jay and Gardevoir's minds connected in their unconsciousness, something that they only had done once before. In the space between their minds, Jay saw Gardevoir, and ran to her and have her a huge hug. "Oh, thank all that is good and holy, you're safe!" Jay said, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. Gardevoir wrapped her arms around Jay and nuzzled Jay's cheek, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry Jay... I made you worry about me, and now we're both going to be dragged away! I... I... I never wanted you to get hurt, and now look at what I've d-" Jay cut Gardevoir off by kissing her mid-sentence.

Riolu's eye shot open, and he gasped alive again. He fell onto his side, tail curling until it reached the top of his head. His mind felt blown open for anyone to see. His paws clenched his head like he was mad, and he said again, "Please.. Stop..." He was shaking, tail bristling.

Yellow looks up at Riolu, and hesitantly she reaches out, gently hugging him. She's not too sure how to feel right now.. What she saw wasn't too well-explained.. Usual. After all, she was kinda intruding. "I'm sorry." She whispers for a third time.

Jay retracted after a few minutes. "So, what now?" Jay asked. "I don't know, we could just stay like this, in reach other's arms until the end. Oh Jay, I would enjoy that very much." Gardevoir pulled Jay closer, not letting go.

Riolu continued to shake, his eye clenched shut. Sure, memories were memories. They came and went, and sometimes they vanished without a trace.
But to have so many from different times, it truly destroyed Riolu's consciousness. He didn't know what to do. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't think it all out like he usually did.
So he just laid helplessly in Yellow's arms.

((Can I assume that the Grunts have somehow gotten ahold of the others? :P or what? I dunno.))

Jay leaned his head on Gardevoir's, holding her as if they were glued together, which to some degree, they were. They both closed their eyes and simply waited.

I assumed that they were all knocked out as well, but I can just say that a few are still conscious. XD

Three grunts looked to each other, not really knowing what to do with Yellow. She seemed immobile enough, she wouldn't be a problem. Without a word, each began to bind and carry away Jay, Gardevoir, and Isabel.
"We'll, uh, be waiting for you."

Riolu ignored them, not that he could hear them in the first place.

Yellow silently lets go of Riolu and looks him over. "Are you going to take me in?" She asks quietly, sitting calmly on the ground.

Riolu sat up, looking at the ground. "I'm not taking you in." He looked away. "I'm not doing anything. This is all out of my control." He looked up at her, his gaze earnest. "I'm just the pawn that takes the blame."

Yellow's eyes flash. (Literally or not. Your desicion.) "Whose pawn?" She asks.

Riolu pinned his ears. "Gallagher." To be honest, he didn't know if that was his first name or not. It didn't sound like it, but that's all that everyone else has ever called him. He remembered when Galagher introduced himself to Riolu years ago. No first name. Just Gallagher.

Yellow blinks. "Um. I have no idea who that is..." She mutters, but she silently finishes ...But I'm going to make him pay..