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    keep going, sky warrior

    ★. everyone had heard of shaymin. the myths, perhaps. it was an ancient bed time story, recited by mothers and fathers across all of the regions. one never expects such a gracious creature to stand before them, or even believe in its existence. but, part of every child wished at one point or another that they would be the one to answer the story's call for a hero. a hero, gratious enough to heed shaymin's call. as the myth goes, a brave hearted child will be the only able to keep the sky warrior herself safe from whatever evils are out for it. the villain of the tale is out for the Pokemon's hide, wishing to gain fame and sell her for millions. it's dangerous, whoever read the story would insist, but it would always be an adventure. what adventure doesn't have a little bit of danger?


    general / stuff we already talked about !
    my character / the evil - doer !
    opening / start !

    The child in question was a little blonde boy in overalls and a blue shirt by the name of Dylan. He sat blissfully under a tree, watching a group of Roserade, Roselia, and Budew his father mentioned. Dad hadn't been keen on letting him go off on his own. The only reason he agreed was under the condition he took Bellows along with him. Which was why the large Exploud sat behind the tree, occasionally peeking back at her charge.


    And then it happened. First, the prancing 'family' of Grass types stopped to watch some quick movement in the plant life. Even preparing to attack the threat themselves. Bellows also stood up and readied for a fight. Dylan stayed where he was, but moved his head to watch and see what was going on.


    A small Pokemon raced up to his spot under the tree. On instinct, Dylan reached towards the scared, grass-covered being. Only to be blocked by a Pikachu. And then cornered by a Raichu. But did this stop him from being brave? "No!"

    *:･ﾟ✦ RAINE REILLY

    —— eye for an eye | ♂ | 24 | prtnr. pkm.: pip — pikachu

    Raine skids himself to a halt, unused poke ball tight in his vice - like grasp. ❛ I ain't gonna' say it again, kid. get out'a my fuckin' way! ❜ He throws out an arm, instructing his Raichu to move forward and take care of the Exploud. With brick break, he should be a bit easier for the electric type to take out. This kid was young; he wondered if the Pokemon was even his. The man had never been fond of children since his own childhood; he found them to be more a nuisance, these days. ❛ pip! teach him a lesson. ❜ On command, the Pikachu sends a weaker electric shock from his cheeks to the boy's outstretched hand, an outraged cry spilling from his mouth. The Team Rocket member squats down before the frightened grass type, crooked teeth forming a bemused grin.


    Raine wondered how much someone would pay for a Pokemon like this. Thousands? Millions? Just for one bloomed flower from its fur? The thought of rolling in fame and money with his Pokemon was enough to make him extend his hand towards the creature. Seconds later, he retracts the limb with a yelp of pain. She'd actually bitten him. Blood oozes from his palm, anger reaching a boiling point as he drops the poke ball he held in favor of cradling his hand. The man curses Arceus, baring his teeth.


    ❛ tch! stupid pokemon... ❜ His darkened eyes spare the little boy an enraged glance, attention back to his Pikachu. ❛ pip, use thunderbolt on that thing! ❜

    Clutching his own hand with forming tears, Dylan panicked. He heard Bellows let out a cry as she was hit with what sounded like a super effective move. He didn't wanna leave Mom's Pokemon behind...But he had to help the other one. If he didn't, who knows what that creep would do?


    When he could think straight, Dylan ran. But not away from the man; Not just yet. He managed to snatch up the grass-backed Pokemon in a flash. Then he went back the way he came.

    *:･ﾟ✦ RAINE REILLY

    —— eye for an eye | ♂ | 24 | prtnr. pkm.: pip — pikachu

    Reluctantly, Raine wipes his hand on his freshly cleaned uniform. Pip scrambles back to his perch, pointing a paw to the fleeing child. Had the situation not been so dire, the man would've whined aloud. This - This could be a life changing prospect. Tearing up the dirt as he races after the boy, he motions arm for his Raichu to leave the Exploud behind and join in the chase. Any other time, Raine would have stayed back to win a battle. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he decides it's not as important (for once).


    ❛ I didn't wanna' hurt 'ya, kid! ❜ Raine shouts, the Pikachu on his shoulder crying in agreement. The man narrowly avoids the cliff - like edge of the field, blinking over the fringe before turning his head. ❛ hey! quit runnin' before 'ya fall an' kill 'dat thing! give me a fair battle, eh? ❜


    Dylan just kept running, holding the unknown Pokemon close to him. He didn't answer the guy's shouts. He didn't want to. The only Pokemon the boy had to his name was a Budew; And he had left her at home! No way could he take this man in a fight. So, he went with fleeing.


    The two of them maneuvered over rocks, plants, and the occasional tree root. Even though he was panicking hard, Dylan tried to watch out for any obstacles. To keep them both from falling and crashing. The closer they got to his house, the faster he tried to run. And for good measure: He started to cry out for help. "Dad! DAD! I'm being chased!"


    And if Dad wasn't home...?


    (Either Dylan's father is home or he's not but his Gardevoir is. Or they're both home. No matter what, Raine gets scared off.)


    (You shall play NPC/other charries. Such as Dylan's father, pokemon, and such.)



    jet !  

    [okie dokie bb!!! i can handle that !! <3]

    Kids these days. Had they always been this bratty? Raine hopes he'd never been this bad when he was younger. Now agitated, he once again takes off with his Pokemon after this inconsiderate boy. He played for finders keepers, and he'd found Shaymin first. Raine somehow doubted this kid even knew of the mythical Pokemon. Though, the man suddenly halts the chase when Dylan begins to instinctively shout for his father. Oh no. Oh, oh, no. This was something the Team Rocket member didn't want to deal with.


    The man in question can't help but lift his head at his son's distressed cry. ❛ dylan? what'd you say? ❜ His father knew the uniform all too well, once he laid eyes on it. Some nameless Team Rocket grunt, just like the rest. Surely, they'd hit a new low; going after children. The man coaxes his boy close, holding open his arms for him to come racing into. He knew the organization had been rampant lately, though he assumed Lance's destruction of their operation in Johto would dampen their cause. Before he can even make a move to go after the younger man, he and his two Pokemon are scrambling back the way they came, rightfully so. Any other time, and he'd chase down the man himself to beat some sort of lesson into him. Though, his flesh and blood was far more important. ❛ did he hurt you? are you alright? I - I knew I shouldn't have let you go out there... ❜

    "H-His Pikachu got my hand. A-And they hit Bellows! I'm sorry, Dad! I-I left her back there. By the tree!"


    Dylan's voice shook like the rest of him. He felt horrible; Freaked out, near-exhausted, and horrible. He'd been trusted with Bellows and he let her down. Even if it was to help a Pokemon he barely knew. In fact: That may have made things worse. At least in his head. The boy moved closer to his father's outstretched arms and presented the unknown Pokemon to the older blonde. "H-He was trying to take this! He was going to hurt it!"

    ❛ buddy, it's alright - ❜ His father begins to insists, blinking down at the Pokemon in surprise. Though small and curled up in his son's grasp, he knows what this Pokemon is, without a doubt. Shaymin. Bloomed in bright, beautiful flowers. ❛ you saved her? come on, let's get you fixed up, yeah? ❜ The man rises back to his feet, hand resting caringly on his son's back. ❛ that's brave of you, dylan. we can help her, too. come on. ❜ He repeats, ushering the pair into the house. Bellows; the boy wouldn't have to worry about her. Though she was an old girl, she knew her way around. She'd be back home before sunset. ❛ bellows and this girl here are gonna' be alright, okay, champ? let me take a look at that hand. ❜ His father had always been rather soft with him, though he was rough around the edges. ❛ I won't let that guy come back here. neither will gardevoir. don't worry. ❜

    Still shaking furiously, Dylan followed his father inside their house. Although his quivering slowed with each step and deep breath. Dad was right. Bellows would be okay. The Pokemon would be okay. That man wasn't coming back. He...He did a good deed. There was nothing to worry about.


    Gently moving his companion to a free arm, Dylan held out the hand that had been zapped.


    (His father's name is either Andrew or David. You can pick. Although I like the former. Or Andrew can be his first name and David his middle.)

    [mm i do like andrew!! i believe i'll stick with that one !!]


    His father takes his son's into his own hand, squinting at the small burn on his knuckles. Though most were small, many electric Pokemon could still pack a nasty punch. Andrew offers a tired sigh, shaking his head at the simple idea of someone using their own Pokemon to attack a human, no less a child. It made one wonder if something wasn't right in that grunt's clearly empty skull. ❛ how you faring here, champ? it's not too bad - how about we just run some water on it and I get a couple of band - aids on there. then i'll feed the Pokemon and we can have some ice cream, yeah? your friend here... ❜ Andrew trails off for a moment, feet dragging him off towards the bathroom. ❛ do you remember those bed time stories your mother used to tell you? ❜

    Dylan nodded his head. It still stung, especially when touched, but the boy was okay. Fairly. Ice cream sounded really good to him, too. Next to fixing his wounds.


    "Little bits. Why?" Before Mom disappeared, she used to tell him stories. Stories she had picked up while traveling. A good chunk of them involved fantastical Pokemon. Ya know...Now that he thought about it...That Pokemon looked familiar...

    Andrew could hash over how much she used to love those stories. ❛ mmm. shaymin was one of her favourites, you know. the little boy who saves the day. ❜ The man doesn't elaborate, despite knowing Dylan hasn't heard the story since he was smaller. Perhaps the simple notion would remind him. His father returns moments later with unpackaged bandages, getting to one knee to apply them. ❛ I never believed in any of that crap, but maybe they're not far from the truth. who knows. give me your hand, champ. ❜

    Little boy who saves the day...That was him! Or, at least, it could be. Dylan had saved the Shaymin from that Rocket guy. That kind of fit the story's description. The blonde held out his hand, now fully distracted from the slight pain and anxiety. Because he was now imaging that he might be a legendary hero.

    Andrew applies the bandages with a soft smile, eyes glancing to his son's face. If it made the boy happy, so be it. ❛ you must be the hero. maybe the story is already over. ❜ His father idly muses with a hum, acknowledging that the Team Rocket member had already been chased off. Surely, he'd come back, but he didn't want to burden the child. ❛ you're such a good patient! how about that ice cream, and I... read you that story? of course, that's if you believe you're the real hero! ❜

    "Yeah!" Dylan broke out into a smile. All of that sounded amazing to the little boy. Hard to believe he'd been freaking out earlier. He looked at his bandaged hand curiously. Observing the work done by his father. "Thanks, Dad!"

    Andrew dips his head softly at the boy's thanks. ❛ just bein' a dad, kiddo. ❜ The man makes a beeline for the freezer, tossing out the nearly empty containers of whatever flavours were left. ❛ shaymin... who would've thought, huh? how'd you find her? ❜ He questions in fascination, messily digging a spoon into one of the containers frozen contents before passing it off to the child.

    "She was running from that guy."


    Dylan took the ice cream and had a bite. He hadn't technically found Shaymin. She ran up to where he was. One of the biggest surprises in his little life. "I think he was going to hurt her. Or steal her." That was what he heard Team Rocket did with Pokemon.

    Andrew had once been very involved with Team Rocket's seemingly daily antics. These days, he only saw them on the television or heard them from a friend. He spoons some ice cream into his own mouth. ❛ team rocket is full of some very misguided people. no one is born evil, you know. I'm glad you got her first, dyaln. ❜ The man's eyes wander to the creature, who stands atop the counter with an unreadable look on her face. ❛ who knows what would've happened otherwise. ❜

    This was probably a silly question. But kids always asked silly questions. "Dad...Can we keep Shaymin?" Dylan couldn't imagine making the creature leave. Someone even WORSE than the Pikachu guy could get her! While eating, the boy also craned to look at the Pokemon.