» One Step Behind~(Open)

A light sigh left slightly parted lips, as the boy leaned back onto his knees. A hand rubbing the back of his head while amber irises stared at the dark shadow cast onto the ground by the aged house. The bright flames burning from Lulu’s being keeping him from being completely unaware of what he was looking at, but offering him little aid on his mission other than a decent source of light.

If the trainer hadn’t spent the better part of his child in a less than ideal hospital, he might have found the abandoned home to be creepy. Instead he ignored the form of the building looming over him to shove himself back onto the unkept grounds of the yard outside of the house to strain his eyes into the hole that had been dug beneath its surface. A hint of frustration crossed his features, as he waved the hovering ghost Pokemon closer to him, attempting to gather enough light from her flames in the dimming light of dusk to see underneath.

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The form of a shaking, purple feline finally entering into his range of vision. Fearful green eyes stared back at him through the darkness, a hiss rising in the Pokemon’s small body to try warn of the person that it saw as a threat. “It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you,” He tried to reassure the feline, but the Purrloin hardly seemed to approve of the words. Clearly his attempts to sweet talk the Pokemon out of its hiding place weren’t doing him any favors. When he had agreed to retrieve the Pokemon for the elderly man that had come to him, he had assumed that the task would be simple. It belonged to someone, so he had assumed it would be used to humans. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Deciding that his actions were useless, he shifted to allow his hands to reach out towards the Pokemon. That…was dumb. The feline let out a loud shriek of surprise. A clawed paw reaching out to tear apart his hand before headbutting the trainer out of its hiding spot and fleeing from the safety of the hole right into the cracked window of the aged home. A miss of pain left Touya’s mouth, pressing his arms against his forehead as the stringing sensation in his hand and the throbbing of his head battled with one another. A concerned mummer of chimes fell from Lulu’s mouth, as she poked at the boy.

“I’m fine…” He breathed through gritted teeth, waving the Pokemon away with his good hand before removing his injured one from his head to inspect the damage. The feline had certainly done a number, but the boy brushed it off after the initial pain. He could deal with it when he had time. Right now, though, he had more than a scratched up hand to worry about. He had promised the man that he would bring the Pokemon back to him. And now he had gone and lost in a rather awful looking house. Who knew what Pokemon had made the house their home since it had been abandoned? A pet had no chance against wild Pokemon.

His eyes wandered over the beaten and torn exterior of the home, barely even able to imagine what the inside looked like. “We have to find it before something else does, Lulu…” He didn’t sound so enthusiastic. He didn’t mind the house, really, but it was massive and the amount of Pokemon that likely lived within were what bothered him. With a sigh, he heaved himself off of the ground, brushing off his pants and walking the short distance to the front door, eying the three steps leading up to it with a distrustful gaze.

“Purrloin!” He called out. He must have looked like a fool to anyone walking by; shouting at an old house. Just as he had expected, the Pokemon didn’t return his call. “Of course not…” He set one foot on the first step, testing it out before putting his full weight upon it. It protested the action with a creak, but didn’t cave in on him. He knocked on the front door out of habit, waving his hand for Lulu to follow close behind him as he opened it.

» Trapped in Yesterday~(N and Touya)

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N defiantly expected a scolding from the Chandelure, so he didn’t react too much when she started huffing about what he’d just said. Quiet honestly, he tuned the majority of it out, only paying enough attention to catch the ‘if you keep this up you won’t have much a soul left’ thing (which was probably just a paranoid interpretation of what the Pokémon said, but after chancing a glance at it, the threat seemed to be exactly what she was saying.) She was biased anyways, a lot of Pokémon stood up for the trainers they loved, even if they didn’t deserve any sort of love at all. Not that Touya didn’t, no; in fact Chandelure had every right to scold him. After all, Touya was a decent enough trainer to hold the sanctuary for Pokémon, so he obviously wasn’t all bad.

 He shook his head at the apology, “No, it’s fine. She’s in the right.”

If you stopped saying you were so bad with Pokémon, they wouldn’t think it as much, his mind chimed in, but he kept quiet, half out of respect for Touya, and half out of the fear of being burned alive where he sat. One of the best ways to earn the trust and obedience of a Pokémon was confidence; which he seemed to lack considerably. Perhaps if the Zoura issue could be worked out, he would feel better about his handling skills? Whether it was the case or not, the fix issue was going to be dealt with.

Touya’s ‘demands’ (if you could call them that), where probably the most reasonable things he could have said. “That’s not asking too much, is it?” he entertained with the Zoura, who only shrugged a response. “Alright, now in exchange, what would you ask in return?”

He almost immediately regretted the question, the fox having a glint of mischief in his eyes.

The fox Pokémon started to ramble on the most impossible list or terms and conditions that it could think of, starting out ok, but quickly spiraling into a monarchs list of rules for a peasant. From ridiculous quantities of food to completely unreasonable amount of space in the home, the list gave off the impression that the vixen was thinking up the list even before N suggested a negotiation.

After about a minute of this, the Pokémon decided he’d said enough, giving an expectant nod as though N would actually repeat it. His mind gave a huff, So much for smooth sailing. N was warned about this.

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“Are you done being funny?” he mumbled monotonously, eyes narrowing at the small pup. It gave a small giggle, shaking its head no. “You know, the more serious you take this, the faster it will go, and the faster you’ll be able to go on your way?”

Zoura jumped up defensively at that, giving his fur a toss, “Why would I want to do that? I’m feed, kept warm and can do almost anything I want here. It’s muuuuuuuch better than being out in the woods!” At the word ‘almost’ he shot a glare at the Pokémon resting on Touya’s laugh, face full of scorn. “Not to mention everyone else is super weak, so I get to be in charge of them. It’s really fun!”

Now that he said it, N realized he had nothing to entice the Pokémon with to make him obey Touya at the moment. The only thing that would change its mind would probably be the thought of being left somewhere, far enough away that he couldn’t find his way back or terrorize a town again. The man couldn’t say that, not with the Pokémon’s issue of abandonment already, and even if he did have the mind to say it, the thought of Touya actively carrying that out was almost too ridiculous to picture.

Apparently his thought process was talking too long for the subject of this whole debacle. It curled up as though to sleep, resting his head on his paws and looking up expectantly at the green haired man, as though daring him to try again.

“Listen, literally all he wants you to do is not be a jerk to the other Pokémon. It would be the decent thing to do anyways, but since you’re obviously uninterested in decency, you may actually get something you want,” he explained, “but if you don’t cooperate, you’re going to start facing punishment.” Bluffing.

Bluff called. It gave off a hearty snicker at the prospect of punishment. Decidedly done with the conversation, it rose with a nonchalant yawn, jumping up from its curled position and making his way off the bed in favor of hiding under it.

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Well that didn’t go as planned. Beginning to get frustrated, he knelt down even more in attempt to locate the Pokémon under the bed, calling after it, “The more trouble you make, the more I’ll bother you.” N stuck his hand under the bed in an attempt to fish him out, since he couldn’t see much of anything under the piece of furniture. It didn’t end well. The Zoura found his hand first, giving it a much harder chomp than before, twisting it a bit for good measure. Upon reflex he tore his hand back with a mumble of almost obscene words.

“Well…uh…” he started, not really wanting to look over at Touya, “that didn’t work.”

Lulu huffed the moment she heard the words come out of the others mouth. Damn right she was right, at least as far as the Pokemon was concerned. Sure, she knew her trainer wasn’t perfect, but in her world, she was the only one allowed to nag him for his problems. And, therefore, this man had no right to object to her nagging. Honestly, she wasn’t spoiled by any means of the word, but she acted like she was the queen of the house. Truthfully, she probably had more authority in said house than her trainer, though. Facing facts, anyone in their right mind would be more intimidated by the Pokemon than by Touya. Touya probably couldn’t even frighten a rabbit, if we’re being honest here.

Of course, Lulu would have loved for her trainer to gain enough of a backbone to stick up for himself, but seeing as how that wasn’t happening any time soon, she did take it upon herself to do so for him. Touya had never been the most confident person in the world, granted, he used to be more assertive. At least when he had first started his adventure. It kind of went downhill from there, and now look at where they had ended up. With Touya being too afraid to voice his opinion to any Pokemon he came across. It probably came from the connection he had broken with is former Pokemon while in Team Plasma, thus leading him to be too fearful of earning the creatures’s hatred again that he just let them walk all over him. Frankly, though, he was the same way with people, too. Poor Lulu had her hands full when it came to trying to keep others from taking advantage of her trainer.

He blinked a few times when N started talking to the Pokemon, asking him what he wanted out of the deal. He hadn’t a single clue as to what the Pokemon was saying, but the fox Pokemon seemed to babble for quite some time. And with each second that passed he could feel Lulu’s flames grow hotter and brighter, which probably didn’t mean anything good. Helpless to really join in on the conversation everyone in the household could understand but him, he rubbed Lulu’s side, trying to keep her calm. He rally didn’t want her to cook N or the Zorua up for her evening snack. Muttering gentle words to the Pokemon that likely couldn’t be heard over the Zorua’s babbling. Probably something along the lines of, ‘Please don’t steal their souls, it’s not nice.’

The Pokemon had finished shortly after that, and from what N had said as a response, it hadn’t been the best list that the creature had rattled off. He wasn’t surprised, though, really. The Zorua never did take anything seriously, unless Lulu frightened him enough to make him listen, but it wasn’t like Touya let her try that. Not that she didn’t when her trainer wasn’t home.

He had hoped meeting the Pokemon halfway would have worked out better, but it seemed as if he had been wrong in that assumption. What did the Pokemon want anyway? Had is been so absurd that he couldn’t give into it anyway? Lulu glared at him, as if sensing her trainer’s eagerness to flee from the conflict. She almost missed the days when he had been Team Plasma. At least then he had been more assertive and willing to face his problems.

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Touya tilted his head slightly when the Zorua shot a glare in their direction, flinching slightly, well, that probably wasn’t a good sign. Not knowing what was going on was a bit unnerving. Lulu, on the other hand, knew exactly what was being said, as well as not appreciating the fact that the lesser Pokemon had dared glare at her. And nearly lunged out of Touya’s lap to fry up a certain fox Pokemon. Actually, she would have, had Touya not grabbed her before she had the chance. Arms wrapped tightly around the ghost Pokemon. “Lulu, it’s okay, calm down.” At the rate they were going, someone was getting hurt tonight. “W-what did he s-say?” It was clearly much easier for him to talk to the Pokemon than to N, still slightly afraid of how much the man probably hated him.

He flinched slightly when N started speaking again. He sounded a bit more harsh than he had before. Maybe should say something? “Um….” The Pokemon laughed at the words. He should probably try to help N. “Zorua…please be nice to N…He just wants to help you…” Lulu almost rolled over in her grave. Had she not been a ghost, she would have. He was trying sure, but his voice was quiet and weak and not the least bit helpful to the current situation. He wasn’t even sure if the Pokemon had heard him, as he has leapt off of the bed without responding, deciding that hiding under it was better. Not that he expected the Pokemon to listen to him. The Zorua almost never did.

Just about everyone in the room seemed to be getting frustrated with the situation, and Touya couldn’t collect enough words to speak before N shoved his hands under the bed after the Pokemon. “Um…” Before he could warn the other, or try to tell Zorua to resist his urge to bit, it had already been too late. Jumping up when N tore his hand out, the reaction nearly causing poor Lulu to fly into N when her trainer got his feet. A mumble of angry words aimed at the Zorua coming from the Pokemon’s mouth, as she floated away from the green-haired man.

“Are you okay?” He was clearly concerned. “H-hold on, I-I’ll go get the first aid kit.” Even if N wanted to protest, Touya had already stumbled his way into the kitchen. He felt bad, really, all of this was his fault. Fishing it out from underneath the sink, he stopped to grab a bowl and pour water into it, afraid it could get infected. And made his way back into the room where Lulu hastily took the bowl away from her trainer, not trusting him to carry it.

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He set the kit on the ground, next to where Lulu place the bowl. Looking underneath the bed from where he sat back down, but not trying to reach under it. “Z-Zorura, you should apologize.” Lulu sighed. He was hopeless. That was about he was willing to say to the Pokemon at the moment, attention turning back to N out of fear that the Pokemon had done more damage than it actually probably had. He didn’t care when he got hurt, but he tended to overreact when others did. “I-I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry.” He dipped his head down. Lulu sighed, the boy looked like he was going to cry.

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"Time is one thing I’ve learned to deal with. Sure sometimes things take a while but the reward to me is worth it so it doesn’t feel like a lot of time has been spent working." Steven admited. "It’s a small part of why I stepped down from being a …" He paused before thinking of a better way to phrase things without bragging about something he didn’t feel right to brag about. " … full time trainer." Yes that’d work as a replacement for what he could have said. "I’d get so lost in my digging I’d forget to get back to ‘business’ so not having that anymore does free up a lot of time for me." Yes that made sense. A save from saying something he didn’t quite want to.


"I’ll offer you right now, if you ever need help with finding what you want to do for your future go ahead and ask me." He just flat out openly told the child. "Sometimes people need a hand to get things going and figured out and I’d be happy to help you if you want it or need it." He said and chuckled a bit. "I’m sure an offer like that is quick to dismiss but please do think it over."

"Well if I’m honest my father has his own company where he devoleps technology for trainers." Steven started to tell him. "His company had made many different things to many specialized pokeballs for catching pokemon, medicines,and to his company’s most known for creation the PokeNav which can be used for as a map, keep contacts with other trainers, or even check on your pokemon." He went sounding so proud of his father’s work and being happy to help him with his business in his own way.

Putting down his pick he looked over to his partner. “Think we’ve made enough work that it should be safe to bust it down..?” He asked. Metagross carefully looked over their work before nodding. Metagrosss

"Alright. Touya could you back away from the wall with your pokemon? We’re going to bust through the rest." He announced to the young boy. "We’ve detached it enough to take the fast route."

He guessed if you loved doing your job, it wasn’t much of a job to begin with, so it wouldn’t feel as if the time was dragging by slowly. He supposed time didn’t go that slowly when he was working with the Pokemon he kept under his care, and he was always happy when they could be released to find a real home of their own. But it was more knowing that he could be useful to something that made him happy.

He caught the slight pause, but didn’t think much of it. After all, he tended to pause a lot in conversation. Granted, that was due to the fact that he was a nervous person, but he could hardly be one to find it odd when another did it. It generally came off as natural to the boy. Oh, so he used to be a trainer? That was neat. Touya honestly didn’t know much about when it came to being a professional trainer, or what the demands of it where. He had given up after beating the Gyms in Unova due to his former involvement with Team Plasma, and the fact that Lulu was his only Pokemon.

“That’s nice,” He agreed. “I used to be a trainer, too…” He admitted. Not that he had ever been anything special, at least not in his own opinion. He had never been too good with Pokemon, so he had always struggled to try to understand them. Not that he didn’t care for the creatures. At least the other had stopped for a decent reason. He quit because he was a coward that couldn’t get over the past. He supposed that the passion was never there, though, and it was probably for the better anyway.

“Huh?” He halted his work to blankly stare at the wall before him. That wasn’t really the proper response to such an offer, but it had caught him off guard, hat was for sure. A series of chimes left Lulu’s mouth, attempting to tell her trainer that it was rude to stare at the wall, even more so to not say anything about the offer after his confused blurt. “Uh…” Lulu glared at her trainer’s back. No wonder he barely spoke to anyone. He wasn’t trying to dismiss the offer, or be rude about it, he had been, and still was, surprised. Why offer to help someone the other barely even knew?

“Um…” To be honest, he actually wanted to accept the offer. He barely knew the other, but it seemed like he had his life together. Unlike a certain someone in the cave. But how did one go about accepting an offer like that? And what could be possibly do to pay the other back? He was poor, and it wasn’t like he was an expert at anything, well, other than getting himself lost. “That would be nice…” He tried.

“That’s impressive,” He admitted, slightly in awe of what the others father had created. He could barely use his phone to call his mother. Technology has never been something he had been good at. It happened to run in his family, too, his mother was about as horrid with it as he was. It didn’t help that he now lived in the middle of nowhere in a cabin of all things. “I can barely use a phone,” He laughed slightly after stating the words. They had never had a lot of money, so most of what they had now came from the income Touya had made while he had been trainer. Not that he wanted to admit that income he happened to be living off was going to run dry soon, and he would likely have to start battling again.

He was going to…break down the wall? That sounded horrifying, but he trusted that the other knew what he was doing. “O-okay.” That didn’t sound all that confident, but he back away from the wall regardless, probably a lot further away than he really needed, but the thought of the Pokemon bursting through the wall wasn’t all that pleasant of one. He might have liked he creatures, but he was still afraid of them. He waved for Lulu to move beside him.

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"It is really. Though I have my pokemon to help me if I need it though I prefer to try to do it more myself if I can because it’s a nice relaxing job to just pick away at a wall and have all your thoughts to yourself as you look for what can be found." Steven said as he smiled through his hard work, wipping the sweat from his brow as he chuckled. "Sometimes I get lucky in all that work and find a fossel instead of a stone. Not what I try to do but it does make for an interesting day when we run into one of them."

Metaaa~! The Metagross agreed. In all honesty the pokemon had more interest in pokemon fossels than his trainer but that’s the fun of working together. They both enjoyed the work of digging for the hidden items in the earth and sometimes Metagross got an extra great surprise along with the stones they normally search for.

"Hm?" Slowing his pase the man blinked a few times as he was honestly surprised to hear such a response from someone who, to him, seemed so young and full of time for a nice big future. "I’m sure you’ll find something later then." He replied back positively. "Not everyone knows what they want to do right away. Sure my name might have helped me pick my passions but it as because of my father I realized the importance stones are to pokemon and their trainers." He told him in hopes to help keep the situation light. "He works to help devolp products for trainers and their pokemon to use."

This was…relaxing? He was baffled by that concept. Chipping away at a piece of rock was hardly what the former trainer would call relaxing. It wasn’t even close. Touya would admit that he wasn’t a very excitable person, and didn’t really take pleasure in doing anything overly difficult or taxing. But this seemed extreme to him. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but the boy was rather weak. How long had this guy been digging to holes for it to become relaxing? By that logic, maybe if he took care of Zorua long enough the Pokemon pulling pranks while looking like that trainer would become relaxing. Yeah right.

He allowed the pick axe to hit the floor for a moment, taking another break as Lulu hover behind him. Yup, this was certainly not relaxing, but he’d keep that opinion to himself. Taking a breath, he picked the tool back up to continue chipping away at the stone. “I-It seems like it would be time consuming…”He admitted, struggling slightly to keep his voice steady. He wasn’t really used to this type of labor, and his past days at the hospital would have killed him had he even tried anything like this when he was younger. “A-and a lot of work…” Still, it must have been nice to have something fun to do all of the time.

“T-that sounds interesting.” The Pokemon on the other side seemed to agree with its trainer. He didn’t actually know what Pokemon it was, as he wasn’t all too familiar with Pokemon that lived outside of Unova, but it seemed nice enough. He’d had a fossil given to him once, but that was really all he knew about them. He supposed it wasn’t important anymore, as the Pokemon revived from that fossil had been one of the ones he had released a few years back.

“M-maybe.” He wasn’t too sure about that, but what did he know? He was 19, and he was hardly on his deathbed anymore. He was going to have to find something to do with his life eventually, though he doubted he could find something he was passionate about. His little Pokemon Sanctuary wasn’t going to pay the bills, either, and so he still had to rely on odd jobs to feed the Pokemon in his care, or entering battles with Lulu. At least he knew he hated battling. Too bad it was about the only thing he was good.

So his name did have something to do with it. Then again, if his last name was stone, he probably would have tried digging for stones at one point in his life. Not that Touya figured would get very far in any attempts. So, his father had influenced him? He didn’t know his father at all, but his mother was someone he had always been close. Granted, he didn’t really know what the woman was passionate about other than nagging him for his life choices. Not that he could blame. He deserved it. “I guess I never thought about it that way.” Now he wondered what his mother had wanted to do with her life.

He blinked a few times. Oh, that was neat. “Really, that’s cool. W-what does he make?” He took his hat off rubbing the top of his head to try rid his hair of the sweat that had collected underneath it before placing it on Lulu to get it out of the way. If she could have helped him, she would have, but being a mixture of a ghost and fire type, she wasn’t too useful in the current situation.

» One Step Behind~(Open)

A light sigh left slightly parted lips, as the boy leaned back onto his knees. A hand rubbing the back of his head while amber irises stared at the dark shadow cast onto the ground by the aged house. The bright flames burning from Lulu’s being keeping him from being completely unaware of what he was looking at, but offering him little aid on his mission other than a decent source of light.

If the trainer hadn’t spent the better part of his child in a less than ideal hospital, he might have found the abandoned home to be creepy. Instead he ignored the form of the building looming over him to shove himself back onto the unkept grounds of the yard outside of the house to strain his eyes into the hole that had been dug beneath its surface. A hint of frustration crossed his features, as he waved the hovering ghost Pokemon closer to him, attempting to gather enough light from her flames in the dimming light of dusk to see underneath.

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The form of a shaking, purple feline finally entering into his range of vision. Fearful green eyes stared back at him through the darkness, a hiss rising in the Pokemon’s small body to try warn of the person that it saw as a threat. “It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you,” He tried to reassure the feline, but the Purrloin hardly seemed to approve of the words. Clearly his attempts to sweet talk the Pokemon out of its hiding place weren’t doing him any favors. When he had agreed to retrieve the Pokemon for the elderly man that had come to him, he had assumed that the task would be simple. It belonged to someone, so he had assumed it would be used to humans. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Deciding that his actions were useless, he shifted to allow his hands to reach out towards the Pokemon. That…was dumb. The feline let out a loud shriek of surprise. A clawed paw reaching out to tear apart his hand before headbutting the trainer out of its hiding spot and fleeing from the safety of the hole right into the cracked window of the aged home. A miss of pain left Touya’s mouth, pressing his arms against his forehead as the stringing sensation in his hand and the throbbing of his head battled with one another. A concerned mummer of chimes fell from Lulu’s mouth, as she poked at the boy.

“I’m fine…” He breathed through gritted teeth, waving the Pokemon away with his good hand before removing his injured one from his head to inspect the damage. The feline had certainly done a number, but the boy brushed it off after the initial pain. He could deal with it when he had time. Right now, though, he had more than a scratched up hand to worry about. He had promised the man that he would bring the Pokemon back to him. And now he had gone and lost in a rather awful looking house. Who knew what Pokemon had made the house their home since it had been abandoned? A pet had no chance against wild Pokemon.

His eyes wandered over the beaten and torn exterior of the home, barely even able to imagine what the inside looked like. “We have to find it before something else does, Lulu…” He didn’t sound so enthusiastic. He didn’t mind the house, really, but it was massive and the amount of Pokemon that likely lived within were what bothered him. With a sigh, he heaved himself off of the ground, brushing off his pants and walking the short distance to the front door, eying the three steps leading up to it with a distrustful gaze.

“Purrloin!” He called out. He must have looked like a fool to anyone walking by; shouting at an old house. Just as he had expected, the Pokemon didn’t return his call. “Of course not…” He set one foot on the first step, testing it out before putting his full weight upon it. It protested the action with a creak, but didn’t cave in on him. He knocked on the front door out of habit, waving his hand for Lulu to follow close behind him as he opened it.

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» Trapped in Yesterday~(N and Touya)

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N’s heart dropped a bit at the Zoura’s tale. So he was abandoned. That explained a fair amount; its attitude against Touya, its pranks against humans and flocking to a town in the first place. It was always a shame, if he really did like that owner; it always took a bit for any Pokémon to open up again. But that was exactly what he was trying to do before, sepreate people and their friends. In the grand scheme of things, the separation seemed logical, but at an individual scale, this sort of thing happened. Pokémon were hurt more than when they were with their trainer.

He felt a bit bad when Touya tripped over the Lilipup in an attempt to ‘save’ him, though he actually felt worse for the poor puppy. Pokémon being outside of their Pokeballs was good until they started tripping people. Then again, if Chandelure hadn’t been out, Touya would have busted his head open on the table or something of the like, which would have been a much more terrible situation. 

The food comment was apparently taken a lot more literally than he intended, Touya scurrying around to feed his charges with the help of his Pokémon. He waved off the apology quickly, whipping his hand on his pants to remove the saliva and speckles of blood from the puncture site, “Don’t worry about it. A lot of Pokémon do that.” Way too many to see it any sort of abnormality. Trainers were accustomed to Pokémon obeying most everything they said, including ‘don’t bite people’. It was bred into them. But wild Pokémon, or at least Pokémon that claimed they were wild, had their instincts, and if there was a hand in front of them that didn’t have food, they were going to bite it.

Chandelure did have food, though, moving past N to set it by the zoura, but not before giving him another dirty look. It didn’t seem to mind N petting him as he was eating, wagging his tail along with a smirk and Touya told about the Pokémon’s exploits in his last town. Playing tricks was a zoura’s specialty, disguising themselves like people and causing all sorts of trouble with their newly donned opposable thumbs. Now that he thought about it, the Zoura probably made himself look like Touya and did rather unkind things with the illusion. Just thinking about it made him laugh some. ‘Wait don’t encourage it, you’re supposed to be helping Touya, not him.’ Old habits.

“So, a wild Zoura,” he started, still petting the Pokémon, through moving from its head to the arch of the back, “some wild setup you having going on here.”

It scoffed some, starting to get as uninterested in him as his ‘owner’.

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N propped one arm on the bed, resting his head on a fist, “Kinda weird though, wasn’t it, out on your own. Being used to something and then all of a sudden it just changes, right?” It stayed silent, trying to pay him no mind as it ate. ‘Well, he’s not saying shut up, which is something.’ “Of course, what do I know, right? I’m just some funny named guy Touya dragged in that apparently doesn’t taste too bad.”

Zoura snickered at that, “You’re actually pretty gross.”

“Oh, that’s nice to know,” he teased, rather dramatically, “I’m disgusting on the inside, lovely.” The self deprecation got another laugh. So seriousness wasn’t exactly going to warrant a reaction, but he could be assured that as long as he entertained the fox to an extent, he’d be paying attention.   

“You seen like a reasonable enough pup, I’ll be frank with you,” he stated bluntly. If there was anything any kid like, people or Pokémon, it was the feeling of having control. Sure, N could manipulate and beat around the bush all he wanted, but the fastest and longest lasting thing would be just to tell him what needed to be done. Right?  

“I’m here essentially for translation purposes, or a buffer, whatever you want to call it, because from what I’ve been hearing, you haven’t been all that agreeable.” The pup rolled its eyes. “But, I’m sure there are some things that may fall upon the other members involved in this little meeting.” He could feel the Chandelure’s gaze on him, considering he just called out both her and her beloved owner. “Sound alright to you?”

With a careful, thoughtful pause, the fox gave a curt nod.

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“Wonderful.” He turned to face Touya, “If that sounds alright with you, too, that is.” It might have been a bit of an impromptu plan, but it sounded like a good idea when he thought about it. He just hoped Touya thought the same. “You state what you want changed and done, Zoura says his piece, some negotiation and everyone’s happy.” In theory. If worse came to worse, he might just take the Zoura off of Touya’s hands.

He would admit that he felt bad about the Pokemon biting the other, even after he was reassured it was fine. He was sure N was probably used to it, but that didn’t really make it okay. The Zorua tended to bite his caretaker often, but Touya generally tried to avoid situations where he thought the Pokemon would end up biting someone else. It probably didn’t help that he didn’t really correct the Pokemon when it bit him. He figured if the creature was biting him, he probably deserved it anyway. He wasn’t the best with Pokemon. He’d been pecked and bitten more times than he cared to keep track of. The only Pokemon in his care currently that hadn’t tried to attack him during their first meeting was Lulu, and that was even questionable, given the reason ghost Pokemon tended to hang out around hospitals for.

Touya glanced to Lulu after she had given the Zorua his food, the motion enough to call her back to his side. He assumed it would be better to have her away from the fox Pokemon, as the creature seemed to have a great dislike for her. Why, Touya really hadn’t a clue, but he couldn’t blame the Pokemon if he had ever had to sit through one of her lectures. The boy couldn’t even understand what she was saying when she spiraled into one, he could barely imagine being in Zorua’s shoes, and actually having to pay attention to her babbling. Granted, he was also fairly certain that the Chandelure wasn’t Ns biggest fan, and her hovering behind the man to glare at him probably wasn’t going to help any Zorua any.

Hearing one side of a conversation was a bit awkward, and he tried to keep up with what was happening, but he could barely guess at what the fox’s opinion of the mater actually was. He was pathetic for a Pokemon trainer. The only Pokemon he could understand, to the extent that a normal person could, was Lulu. Anything else and he might as well been trying to talk to a brick wall. He was awful with Pokemon. He knew that. Sure, he’d been great with them as a kid, but that went down hill fast. Heck, he’d even had a reputation as the local Pokemon freak as a child due to how early on he had befriended Lulu. Apparently that talent ended with her, too.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care, or didn’t try to understand the others. He really did try, and it at least earned him the respect of the other three of his little group of misfits. He really wasn’t suited to be a trainer. He was too passive and his inability to form a real bond with the creatures didn’t help. He would never blame the creatures for hating him. He’d try to help them regardless of how they felt about him He really didn’t have a backup plan. Probably should have come up with one before packing up and starting on some crazy adventure that didn’t mean anything to him now. Maybe if he’d been a better trainer, he wouldn’t be stuck walking on pins and needles to try to avoid upsetting the Zorua, but he had never been the ‘what if’ type. Poor Pokemon would probably be better off with any other human on the face of the planet.

He had spaced out, losing track of the conversation after failing to guess at what the Pokemon was feeling, until Lulu grunted in his ear. Jumping slightly in surprise, he glanced over to the angry Pokemon, apparently having missed whatever it was that had upset her. She let off a few angry chimes aimed at N. He knew her well enough to have a vague understanding of the fact that she had just threatened the man. The creature then turning to face the boy, gesturing at him for a few short moments until he was caught up on what he had missed. Oh. He really didn’t mind getting called out. He knew he was awful with Pokemon. Poor Lulu just felt the need to defend him.

“That’s fine,” He responded to N before returning his attention to the angry Pokemon beside him, rubbing the sides of her face…if her strange body could be called that, to calm her down. Huffing, she floated down to rest in Touya’s lap, keeping an eye on N to see if he tried anything funny, or tried to lie about what the Pokemon was saying. “S-sorry…” She glared at him when he apologized for her, but he ignored it, petting her instead. He didn’t much care for confrontation, and he certainly didn’t want any here.

“I-I’m sure this is more my fault…I’m not good with Pokemon…” He admitted. It was probably that kind of attitude that had made Lulu so protective in the first place, and probably the reason why none of them bothered to listen him. Problem number two of the current situation, Touya was awful at stating his opinion or desires. He tended to just go with whatever the other wanted, but he didn’t want to keep his mouth shut. Lulu would take his place if he did, and she wasn’t exactly the nicest creature when she become angry.

“Um….” This was going swimmingly. Poor Lulu was about to roll over where she sat. “I guess…” He was trying not to offend the Pokemon. “I just really don’t want him to hurt others.” He didn’t care if the Pokemon hurt him, but he cared when the fox Pokemon harassed the other Pokemon in his care, or the people that lived nearby. He wasn’t really good at this. “I-I mean…” Just when he was starting to have an easier time speaking, too. “Or play cruel tricks on them.” That was fine, right? He had to look down at Lulu for the Pokemon to reassure him.

(Source: ignigena)