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 Clare and Caspar's Travels
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 Posted: Jul 8 2015, 01:54 PM
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{ You two know what to do! And I'm going to take the two of you away from this place since I don't think you need anything else from the ring. If you do just PM me! }

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Caspar got his wish. The crowd, already boiling over the excitement of seeing shed blood on the arena floor tonight, reacted with utmost aggressive enthusiasm to the violence that suddenly seemed to find its way among them. The accused man barely had the time to breathe a "But I didn't-!" before the beefy woman he had knocked into grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and bared her yellow teeth.

"Watchit!" she snarled, and socked him in the nose. He stumbled, the people around her whistled and gasped, and when the harassed sailor found his feet again his eyes were boiling mad. He tackled her with a roar, screamed a dozen foul words into the air, and the ring of people instantly closed around him. Someone swore loudly when their toe was stepped on; the sound of flesh hitting flesh and fighting words followed, and then every fist seemed to be swinging, the chaos spreading like water on a bricked surface.

The stand became engulfed in the vigorous war. All eyes were off the arena now, where Clare was, and left Caspar free to flag her down and pull her up if he so chose.

Neither would he be alone in that endeavor. If he managed to avoid the fist-fight - and there should be ample time to do so, with the initial confusion - he would soon feel a hand clasping his shoulder, firm but not painful.

It belonged to a tanned, pale-haired woman who had an ugly burn mark covering her left cheek. She could barely move her lip on that side of her face, and her voice, though somewhat affected by the scar, still sounded thick with Carcassone's accent. "Yer 'ere to save the woman, yes?" she whispered, her voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Her breath smelled like herbal remedies. "I'll help ya."

What she meant by that took a moment to show itself. Something green and small dropped down from the ceiling to land lightly on her shoulder. A natu, by the looks of it, and its emotionless dark eyes looked at Caspar for one evaluating moment before hopping onto the stranger's arm, then away, kicking into the face of a muscular, flushed berserker who had made a lunge for Caspar to drive him back and give him space.

The woman brushed past him, quarterstaff brandished, while her natu switched to helping Caspar with Clare. Between him and its psychic power, it would not be long before she was free of the arena - carrying the creature sent to kill her, no doubt, though how she intended to do so was up to her. And when they were ready, Caspar would find his shoulder struck by the quarterstaff, and the world around them melted away.

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It reasserted itself in a dark alley somewhere, the air ripe of garbage and urine. Scampering legs of strays could be heard deeper in, where the street lamps could not penetrate the darkness.

Their savior struck the ground with the butt of her staff. The darkness grinned, manifested glowing red eyes, and a moment later a gengar emerged. It waved at them, fingers wiggling, wide grin mocking.

"I'm Reneé," the scarred woman said, turning back to the twins she had just hauled out of the death ring. The eye that was not damaged gleamed in the street light. She pointed at Clare. "You weren't s'pposed to die; Trick's order. Follow Daniel - the gengar - an' he'll take ya to a healer. Carsen. Best there is. Get healed, get cleaned, don't try to run. I'll be back. The Trick wants to meet the Boar." She paused, giving Caspar a distrustful glance. Clearly she had yet to guess any relations between them, though after a moment she said, "If ya try t'run, I'll kill ya."

And walked away, into the street, natu on her shoulder.

Daniel clicked his tongue for their attention and beckoned for them to follow him into the dark of the alley. Clearly, their road would not be lit by any sorts of light. But he would be patient if they wanted to pause for a moment to...sort out things between them. As long as they did not try to run, of course.

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Gallagher hadn’t been…well, he hadn’t been wrong. Lions in arenas had a certain primal appeal, Clare supposed, though this lion still had patches of the downy fur of a kitten. It wasn’t in good shape—nothing that was sent to die in Granbull’s ever was, look at her, by Kyogre’s grace—but it was still a pokemon, still a normal-type. Its weakness could have been feigned by some move, the manifestation she was seeing could have been faked, and she wouldn’t know until she made the first move.

But the audience beat her to it when violence erupted across the stands, rippling out until the Grave was consumed in flying fists and bottles. The litleo, its focus broken by the sudden noise, leapt back like its tail had been caught fire. The tuft of red on its fuzzy head spurted as though alive and in its distraction, Clare scooped it up under one arm. The tiny lioness positively writhed, aggravating her swollen wrist. She clutched it to her side and tucked herself against the wall of the pit, in the shadows cast by it.

Hunkered there, feeling the rattling of the fighting above through vibrations in the wood, her eyes scanned for a way out. People bounced off the railings, making her wonder if one might fall into the pit. Her wish was half-granted when one man was slugged so hard that he crashed into the wooden barrier, and would have been lost to the arena if someone else hadn’t grabbed the man by the belt. His knapsack hung off his back, swinging low as he pinwheeled his arms.

Clare kicked off the wall, taking a dozen sprinting strides toward the spectatot and leapt for the pack. With the lip of the upper level in reach, the kitten made its escape, and though she were peeved about it, Clare grasped the barrier with her freed hand and hoisted herself over the railing. She freed the man of his pack with a swipe of her dagger and held it against a shoulder like a shield between her and the throng—and would use her dagger against others, too, if necessary. She caught glimpses of something, as though in a dream; of blue eyes and of a familiar jawline. The flashes stirred her memories in an unpleasant way, like a curdling in her gut, and she ploughed onward.

The litleo hadn’t gotten far. Risking a trampling, it had cowered under a stool, its tail bushed out to comical levels. Clare bent, scruffed the miserable thing like she’d seen pest control do on strays, and stuffed it inside the stolen bag. She could feel it squirming and hissing against her back. Now, where was the exit?

Clare maneuvered around wild punches and thrown bodies, and broke into a half-jog as she cut around a mass of drunken fighters so thick, she couldn’t tell where the bodies ended. She whipped her head back to the front and—

And there was Caspar, standing there like an apparition, or a hallucination, or—

Her heart leapt into her throat and that mass in her stomach from before now burned with the power of an entire bottle of fireblast whiskey—

Then he was reaching for her, grasping her bicep before she could pull away. Something flashed downward toward his shoulder and she flinched instinctively and—

And the brawling disappeared, leaving her (and her twin) in an alley thick with darkness. Her eyes still rung with the noise from Granbull’s, though the additional rushing of blood in them did not help matters. Renee’s introduction and orders were received with a noticeable numbness, a spell that dispersed with her departure a minute later.

“Cas…spar,” she said, face neutral, adding the last syllable before she fell back on old familiarities now five years past, but did not know what she might possibly say after that. Her wrist throbbed.

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[ controlled the environment just a little bit to put Clare in the path of her starting items/eggs since she was p much barebones in her RP sample. Let me know if that wasn’t okay. Mac and I are going to make a couple (shorter) posts here before we request an update. Only the first one should count for PCR and EXP, though. Remind me to feed litleo the RCs next post bluh. ]

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As soon as Caspar pushed the man into the crowd, he immediately pulled away. He knew a brawl would break out and that if he got caught in the throng of punches then it would hinder his ability to safe Clare. Caspar, however, did not expect just how quick and how brutal the melee would be. It was only moments before fists were flying and even though he had moved away, he found himself still having to avoid random jabs from drunkards.

Caspar wove through the fray and found his way to the rim of the arena. He had intended to flag Clare over and hoist her up, but two things stopped him. The first was that he watched as Clare pulled herself out of the ring on her own. For any other person, the run and jump she pulled would have been a graceful endeavor. But for Clare, it was a brash show of strength and power, especially considering that she was holding her opponent under her arm. Caspar was proud of his sister, he probably would have let the litleo behind but that just was not in her nature.

The second thing that stopped him was the hand the clamped his shoulder. The touch was shocking, electrifying even, but not malicious, not scary. With a jolt, Caspar turned his eyes from Clare and found himself face to face with a willowy woman who's face was decorated with a horrid scare. Caspar felt the own flesh on his face tingle with a sort of intense empathy.

Her accent was thick and he immediately recognized it as Carsen. It was not uncommon for him to find speakers with the thick accent found on his home continent here in Cypwater-- many fled Carcassone to escape the violence wrought by Sendreich. Over the roar of the crowd, Caspar could barely hear what the woman said, but he had not really needed to. Not when the natu descended from above.

The natu's green feathers were vibrant under the fluorescent glow of the illumise that filled the arena and the pokemon certainly looked out of place. It landed for a brief moment on the Carsen woman's arm before it lunged forward. Instinctively, Caspar ducked to the side and threw an arm up into the air to block the attack. The natu, however, darted past Caspar and struck a brute that had went to attack him.

As Caspar weaved from the attack he thought was meant for him, he spotted his sister snagging the litleo and placing it in a bag she seemingly magically acquired. He pushed through the crowd to reach his sister, made brief eye contact with her and then reached for her arm. As soon as his hand grasped her bicep, he felt a quarterstaff strike him on the shoulder. On impact, the lighting, the people, the arena vanished.

They were now in an alley. It was dark, though some light from the nearby arena spilled toward the street ahead of them and Caspar could still hear the chorus of anger that he had started. He watched silently as the gengar manifested from the shadows and gave some pacifying, assuring nod to the woman who saved them and was now threatening them.

Caspar's eyes lingered on the woman as she melted into the shadows of the alley and left them alone with Daniel, the gengar. Clare's stammering of his name diverted his attention to his sister and the litleo squirming in her bag.

"Put that down," he ordered though he did not give her much of a chance to respond. He pulled the bag from her arm, forcefully if she resisted and let the litleo free. Gently, he then reached out and grabbed his sisters arm, pulling the injured wrist closer to him. "You should really take care of yourself" he spoke coolly and pressed gently against the bruising on her wrist. With each dab he watched his sister's face to gauge the damage.

Holding her hand steady with one hand, he rummaged through his bag with the other. He had not had the chance to examine the contents of the bag he swiped but he had hoped there would be summing that would help numb her pain. The best he could find was a fleshy blue fruit. He popped the oran berry into his mouth and began to chew while ripping a strip of fabric off of the bag. "This is a bit gross but whatever," he talked with mouth full. He then spat the blue paste onto his sisters wrist and then gingerly wrapped it with the torn fabric. "Its not a permanent fix, but it should help for a little bit." He did not dare share with Clare where he had learned of such a remedy.

Caspar could feel the tension between the two of them. It was much heavier than the ominous stare of the gengar who floated ever so creepily only a few feet away. Avoiding too much eye contact with his sister, he looked back into his bag, spotting a pokecard and some pokeballs. He pretended to continue to look for something as he waited for her to speak.
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 Posted: Jul 11 2015, 12:52 PM
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Clare didn’t have the energy to fight Caspar, and the thought to remind him about the angry spitfire inside the pack was an unnecessary one, for the litleo didn’t seem to have the energy to do much but scurry toward the wall and begin compulsively licking its fur flat. She was a person accustomed to pain, not immune to it, so she couldn’t hold back the sharp hiss when he began prodding at her wrist. From his bag, (of a style which she instinctively knew was not to his usual tastes, meaning it did not belong to him—not that hers was her own, either) he pulled out an Oran berry.

The relief to the most acute of her pain was immediate. Her shoulders loosened. “Did you not hear the lady?” she asked when Caspar fell silent in his work. “I’m to see a healer.” Clare said this with enough sarcasm in her voice to show just how much she trusted the word of their mysterious Teleporting savior, especially when paired with the Trick. Yet she did not stop Caspar, was thankful was the alleviation, even if small.

She couldn’t bring herself to speak, despite knowing Caspar was waiting for her to say something. The litleo’s eyes gleamed at her as she walked back to her bag and flicked it open. The little pokemon surprised her with its curiosity, peeking without fear around the fingers of a stranger who had manhandled it and stuffed it in a bag. Pokeballs, potions…the contents were undeniably that of a handler’s. Clare supposed she was one now, as she scratched the kitten’s cheek. It was very pointedly interested in a few wrapped treats near the top. They had to be safe, right? Clare twisted them open and offered the candies to it, and it wolfed them down until it was licking the bare wrappers against her palm. The expression the pokemon gave her afterward was not one of trust, but the desperate caution had left it.

She stood after sticking the dagger in the back of her belt and hooking the bag across her chest. The broken strap was left to hang. Hesitantly, the kitten pawed at it. “Are you going to be in town a while? I feel they won't argue if I extended the invitation to you, too.”

There was more to say, eventually and with more consideration, but they had an important individual to meet.

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Watching Clare interact with her new pokemon made Caspar wonder what was held in the pokeballs he had in his own bag. Caspar sifted through the contents of the small sack and pulled out the pokecard. He raised the pokecard to the first pokeball and read the words that formed on the magic parchment:

At the time of its birth, Vulpix has one white tail. The tail separates into six if this Pokémon receives plenty of love from its trainer. The six tails become magnificently curled. Inside Vulpix's body burns a flame that never goes out. During the daytime, when the temperatures rise, this Pokémon releases flames from its mouth to prevent its body from growing too hot.

Vulpix would not have been Caspar's first choice for a pokemon but he was not disappointed. They were temperamental, yes, but they were powerful, mystical creatures that would be a great ally . And, if the few snippets of interaction Caspar had with the vulpix's previous owner were indicative of the man's character, he was sure he would be able to win over the pokemon sooner rather than later.

Shortly after Caspar had finished learning of his new companion, Clare spoke once more. Caspar felt odd hearing her voice. It was familiar, it felt like home, but it felt different, distant, and far away. He could tell from looking at her, from listening to her, that a lot had changed. He would ask about that when they had the time.

"I will be." He rose from his feet and slung the haggard bag over his shoulder. "And I'm sure they won't," he smiled at Daniel.
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Daniel grinned back and floated away, into the darkness of the alley. After a step or two, he deigned to light the road ahead of them with a few dots of Will-o-Wisps so the twins would not trip on whatever garbage littering the ground, for there was much of that, but it would be the only help he extended to them. The rest of the time he seemed contented with ignoring them, humming some off-tune lullaby to himself as he moved.

It was difficult to tell for certain which direction they were heading in, after awhile, but eventually - fifteen minutes later, give or take - they reemerged into an empty street lit by lampposts and lanterns hung on the porches of the decrepit houses that lined its walks. Daniel led them to one in particular, one as nondescript as its neighbors, and bid them to wait while he phased through the door.

A moment or two later the lock clicked and the entrance swung open and an old, wrinkly face poked out. The elder woman squinted first at the Clare, then at Caspar, seemed to think to herself for a moment, and then pulled the door open to allow them inside. "Well, I've been kept waiting," she said cheerfully, a hint of Carcassone underlining her raspy voice. "C'mon in and get yeself comfy. Lessee if this old woman gots anythin' she can do."

Inside was a shop of sorts, sectioned off by screens made from tapestries hung on wooden racks, with the largest and immediate area sporting a long wooden bench for guests to sit on as well as a low, long table decorated by bundles of flowers. It had an old-lady feel to it, even as their hostess paced to the back of the shop, exited through a second door, and then returned a few seconds later with Daniel on her heels and a wooden box in her hands.

"All right. Ladies first," she declared, winking at Caspar. "Gimme a moment, sweetheart. Not long, I promise. Oh, and if you two have any 'mons that need healin', just set 'em there on the table, all right? My aromatisse'll be with us in juuuust a second. Oh, and m'name is Lisse. You're Clare Everhart and...a friend, yes?"

She beckoned for Clare to follow her behind one of the screens, where a small cot was set and a lantern sat on the nightstand next to it. Biding for the brawler to sit, the old woman put the box down, flipped it open to reveal the many herbs and rolls of bandages within, and set to work.

There were no attempts made at hiding the magic. Instead Lisse worked quickly and efficiently, going from the worst injuries to the least. Where her fingers touched, the wounds numbed and knit themselves. She was finished barely fifteen minutes later and gestured at the cot. "You can rest. 'm sure Renee won't come back 'til morn, so why not take advantage of it? I'll be keeping watch." She smiled kindly at Clare and left her to check on Caspar as well as the pokemons, since the aromatisse she was talking about had failed to show. The look in her eyes when she stared at the young man was a mite more wary, but Lisse did not voice her doubts. She kept smiling instead and took them to another room so she could take care of them. Daniel followed her idly.

Not long after, the healer's prediction proved incorrect. The lock on the front door turned with a loud clack and Renee pushed her way inside. On her heels was another stranger, cloaked and hooded, and once he had shut the door behind him with a flick of his heel cast it off to smile at them.

"Well, well," Lord Aaron Murray said pleasantly, and there was something knife-like in the curve of his mouth. He set one hand on his waist and looked at Caspar with a raised eyebrow, then snorted. "I believe my order was to find the Boar, Renee, not the Boar and a dog."

"He ain't so bad, milord," Renee said with a roll of her shoulder. She glanced in Clare's direction, wherever she might be. "But we gots the Boar."

"Indeed. And who, pray tell," Murray smiled at Caspar, "might you be?"

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Clare never had a fondness for ghosts, and the easy power that the gengar tossed about only confirmed such feelings. Wisely, the kitten shared no affection for them, either, and it slinked back against Clare’s ankles as each Will-O-Wisp popped into existence. She was used to the trash-lined streets, having spent enough time standing around in dirty alleyways behind wet buildings as Gallagher conducted business on the other side of the wall.

She was glad to be free of it, though, as they entered a new street. They were led into a crowded shop by a Carsen woman, and Clare became self-conscious of her shoulders knocking things over. She squeezed herself into a corner where she stood with her shoulders hunched. The twins had to be careful to avoid tripping over the litleo, who had seemingly no concept of space and kept winding around their legs as it struggled to find room for itself. Clare remained quiet as the healer left for a moment and stared intently at the table, except to once dart a glance toward Caspar. The litleo did not wait before sticking its nose in whatever was in reach, even after the woman returned.

“I am Clare Everhart,” she offered without hesitation. And why lie? Clare knew how to pick her battles, and the gengar—this Daniel—was not an opponent she’d ever fight. One of Marshall’s men, someone who outranked Gallagher, even, had accompanied her on a visit to a debtor, and she’d watched his cofagrius reach right into the skull of the person and squeeze their brains to mush.

No, there would be no lies here.

“And he is Caspar Everhart.” Though she knew Carcassone well, Clare didn’t think this Lisse would appreciate the language of her countrymen coming from a Sendreich native. Clare turned a stern look on the litleo. “Stay here,” she said, and slid around the table to follow as indicated. The pokemon looked off-put, almost offended, but it still plopped down beside Caspar’s feet to pout.

The sigh of relief as the muscles of her wrist fit themselves back together could not be avoided. Clare tested the joint as Lisse moved on to her other injuries and was pleased with the return of strength and flexibility. “Thank you.” She was glad, too, for the cot to sit on, having spent so long on the floor of a cage, so the fifteen minutes of rest was appreciated. Though Lisse had made it clear she was free to stay there, Clare couldn’t stop herself from rising and following back into the room where Caspar was waiting.

Maybe a little awkwardly, Clare leaned against the first sturdy thing as Lisse tended to her brother and the pokemon, if they needed it. The kitten didn’t appear to require aide, but basked in any attention it was given, anyway. Renee returned, much sooner than predicted, and she hadn’t come alone.

Some part of her recognized the man behind Renee, before either of them spoke. Such a large, unfortunate swath of her life had been spent chasing this one damned person, and he swung into the tiny shop like it was nothing—Clare was almost…almost offended by it. Conrad had died while searching for him and Trick Murray was just here, had just showed up looking for her of all people in this blasted continent. The agitation did not show on her except in the sharp tightening of her fists at her sides, the leather squeaking.

Then Murray fixed that dagger gaze on her twin and—

“He is my brother, Caspar,” she answered instantly. Murray would not have him, too. “He’s with me.” As for the rest, Caspar would have to explain for himself.

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The Will-O-Wisp's that Daniel summoned to illuminate the path just made things more eerie for Caspar. He shuddered at the dark, ghostly energy contained within those tiny flames that danced around the Gengar and he got chills from the dark shadows that flickered under the light. The light made the trash that lined the streets more noticeable, so thats what the smell is. Caspar had not quite noticed just [i[how[/i] bad the volume of garbage was in there present location.

He did not travel the dark back alleys of Cypwater Point often and found it difficult to keep from stumbling. His sister, he noticed, did not share the same issue. She navigated the alleyway with ease despite the fact that she had a little lion weaving his way around her ankles. Sadness poked at his heart as he wondered just how she had grown so accustomed to this environment.

Caspar was relieved when they stepped out onto to the street even if the scene got a bit creeper. Seeing the ghost-fire types line the each side of the streets with the Gengar bobbing in between the two lines was almost felt like they were imposing on some ghostly ritual. "Spooky" he whispered to his sister and jabbed at her elbow with his own.

It was not long before they reached their destination and were met with the healer that was promised. She was on old woman and Caspar felt awkward under her distrusting gaze. He forced a smile and was about to answer her question when Clare cut in and introduced him. Instead of speaking, he just gave a nod of acknowledgement and took a seat. He did not believe the pokemon he acquired needed healing so he left the spheres in his bag and he needed no healing himself so he declined that offer as well.

When Clare went to be healed, the Litleo came and rested by his feet. Her pouting, Caspar thought, was kind of cute and he reached down to stroke the fur on her head. He continued to pat the Litleo on the head until Clare returned, at which point the pokemon sauntered over to be by her savior.

Caspar tried not to stare, but that was all he could do. It was just so strange for his sister to be standing there, in the same room, awkwardly leaning against a beam. He was taken back to Sendreich, to one of the few times they had gotten into a fight while growing up. He had lost something that had belonged to her. It was a piece of jewelry that Caspar had made for her, and because he had crafted it, and because Clare never wore it, he did not feel bad about having lost it. If anyone had lost something, it was him, he thought, and how could she be upset over something she did not care about? She did care though, as he would later learn when they boarded for Harper, and she was so angered with her brother that she stood silent whenever she was in the same room as him. Clare was not furious with him right now, he still knew her well enough to not misjudge her mood, but he also could tell that she did not know what to say. Neither did he.

His reminiscing was interrupted when Renee returned much earlier than expected and, to further the surprise, she arrived with Trick Aaron Murray himself. Caspar felt a his stomach drop, a big black pit forming in his gut as nerves over took him. This was the man that was the root of so much pain for him, so much pain for Clare. And he could do nothing. Nothing. To do anything to Murray was the same as suicide. Caspar knew that, and he knew Clare probably knew it better than him.

Caspar kept a straight face when Murray referred to him as a dog, though he cringed on the inside and grew worried with Murray's interest in his sister. When Clare introduced him again, he knew this time that he would have to speak. "Big brother," he rose to his feet and then draped an arm over Clare's shoulders. He pulled her in tight as a show of affection and matched Murray's smile with one of his own. "And though I am no Boar, a dog" his smile grew wider, "has a bite of its own."

He let go of his sister and then stepped forward so that he stood in between Murray and Clare. "And, milord," Caspar bowed to Murray, one hand to his chest, "if my sister owes you a debt, please allow me to assist in its repayment." Caspar straightened his posture and gave a quick glance back towards Clare before continuing, "I guarantee you won't be disappointed." Caspar really had no idea what was going on but he knew that if he could try and get on Murray's good side, at least for now, then things would look a little bit better than bleak.

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If Murray knew the personal effect he had on the siblings, he did not show it. He cocked his head at their introduction, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips that was both amusement and some semblance of skeptical consideration. While Reneé shifted impatiently behind him, their new potential employer took his time to assess them, the way they dressed and carried themselves, the young litleo at Clare's feet.

After a long fifteen seconds had passed, he chuckled. "I suppose we will see, indeed," the Trick said pleasantly and waved the twins away so he could have plenty of room to sit. He did so, crossing one leg over the other primly, and sighed. "Ahh, it is good to be off one's feet after a long day. Now, down to business."

Murray knitted his hands together and looked up at them, glancing from face to face. Even though he seemed unarmed - and plainly dressed as well, like he had just returned from an incognito mission - he sat with absolute confidence in his bearing. Caspar was right; any attempts at attacking him might be considered suicide, never mind the scarred woman who had both saved and doomed them to this life, still hovering near like a watchdog. And Murray seemed to bask in this fact, judging from the time he took to speak.

When he did, his words were smooth, reasonable, but there was a hint of warning behind it. "If Mr. Caspar would like to help, let it never be said that I will turn away capable hands. The older brother of the Boar will surely," Murray grinned charmingly at Caspar, "be more than skilled. Be sure to prove it well on the job I am about to give you.

"You realize, of course, that I did not save you out of the kindness of my heart. Gallagher was wasting resources, the fool, and quite frankly...how do I put this? The man had outlived his usefulness. I want him gone. But that,"
Murray tilted his head and shrugged, "is not the caliber of work you are capable of, yet. We need to take small steps. The first one will be at Doran Village, where you will find and speak to a woman by the name of Ella Castillo. Do not harm her. Simply tell her that her son, Travis, is here in Cypwater shaving years off his life working for Gallagher to pay off his fiancée's debts. The Boar knows how Gallagher is. Feel free to spice up the description about him a little more."

"Gallagher ain't pullin' no punches here tryin' ta smoke ya out," Reneé added, glancing at the window like she expected one of his goons to be looking through it at any moment. "So don't pull no punches convincing Miss Castillo about her son's horrid fate. The more motivated she is t'move, the faster Gallagher go down."

Murray inclined his head. "Just so. You will flee from this city, in a frank manner of speaking, and your time away will allow me to...ah, smooth relations. Gallagher will likely send their men after you, and I see a fire-cat who will do you no good in the swamps. As such." He glanced at Reneé.

She stepped forward and drew from her cloak two pokeballs. They were colorfully painted, one with red-white-green streaks forming a V of sort on the shell and the other in swirling circles of aquamarine-emerald-green. The latter she gave to Caspar, the former she gave to Clare.

"The Boar's contains Marco, a hawlucha. He is a shining face in the ring until Gallagher accepted a few bribes and had him drugged before his match. Can you believe they almost plucked and ate him? He remembers that." Murray gestured at the one in Caspar's hands. "And that is Siima. She is testy, but you will find her quite serviceable working up Route 9. Do try not to upset either of them, or they might kill you."

He raised an eyebrow, as though to add, Or anything stupid for that matter. Otherwise, however, Murray stayed quiet - waiting, for questions, for protests, to watch their reactions. After all had been answered he stood, smiled, and flicked his hood onto his head again.

"Leave as fast as you can, else you will never make it. Good luck, Caspar and Clare."

With that, he and Reneé showed themselves out.


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The adrenaline of that evening finally started to wear off as Trick Murray settled into a seat, helped in no small part by the weight of her brother’s arm across her shoulders. Her fists slackened but her eyes still followed him around the room, taking careful observations of the man even as he did them. When he spoke, the information was received with the same sort of numbness that Clare gave Gallagher when he dolled out orders. Gallagher—Trick Murray, it made no difference, really. Just another person with more money and men than herself, and they’d keep her till her usefulness was wasted.

If Trick Murray knew of her reputation as well as he said, then he would not expect her to say anything. Clare wasn’t the type to ask questions; she accepted her order like a good lackey and carried them out to completion. But she couldn’t speak for Caspar, and should he have inquiries of his own, he’d have to ask them himself.

To be involved in Gallagher’s destruction might have brought her so much satisfaction five years ago, but now it was just…another job. He’d been her employer all that time, gave her people to fight and a roof over her head—she’d let go of vengeance long ago. That wasn’t to say she wouldn’t be an active participant in his undermining, however.

Clare couldn’t hide the frown when she was handed a pokeball. Did they mistake her for a handler? The litleo looked up in interest, and Clare felt its claws knead lightly into her shin as the kitten stretched up to get a better look. Just as surely as human fought human, there were rings exclusively for pokemon battles, although Clare didn’t care to look into Gallagher’s slice of that industry. The two only crossed when one was expected to die, so her disinterest was excusable.

Then they were given orders to flee. Really, if there was any skill the twins were unquestionably good at, it was fleeing in a hurry. She gave the pair of Order Rogues thirty seconds before she was pushing out the door as well, the fire-type skipping around to dodge her legs. In the dark street, she turned on her heel toward Caspar.

“Supplies,” she said, hoping his Sendri hadn’t gone rusty over the years. Clare gestured in the direction of a General Shoppe she prayed would still be open as she dug through her bag. “I have to go back to my place for a few things but I don’t have much, so I also need you to pick up enough for me.” The appropriate gold was pushed toward him, and she met his eyes for a tense moment. “Caspar, I—…I’ll meet you at the gates. See you soon.”

With that said, Clare ducked away, and picked up rapid speed down an alley toward the heart of town. The litleo spared Caspar a glance and a slow blink, and then it too raced after its new handler. Clare couldn’t deny the part of her that wished the cat would just hide in the garbage with the rest of the strays, but…she also couldn’t bring herself to scare it off. Not yet.

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Clare adjusted her new pokecard around her neck and touched the signet ring for good luck as she idled in the shadows of Cypwater’s northeastern wall. Unless he found similar trouble to her, he would have arrived much sooner—and then she was consumed with thoughts of him being cornered seconds after she left him and was he even armed? She forced herself to cease those thoughts and paced anxiously in the darkness. Jasper watched her movement without comment, unaware and far more patient.

As soon as she found her brother, they’d try to secure transport out of the city, and if they couldn’t manage that then they’d try their luck across the Walk on foot.
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Caspar could not help but smile at the mention of Gallagher outliving his usefulness. A thrill of exhilaration fluttered through his chest, the thought of that man meeting his end. But as he was excited about the prospect of playing a hand in the end of Gallagher, he was also afraid. The Order was not something he could just run from later when things went awry, no. And if he outlived his usefulness? Then some fledgling assassin would be sent after him too.

His smile kept and showed no sign of the gnawing feeling that swelled in the back of his mind. For now, he had to keep appearances for Lord Murray and had to make it to Doran to meet with some poor woman he was being sent to to harass.

The 'gift' of two temporary 'allies' was not something that Caspar had expected. While Lord Murray explained the contents of the pokeballs and gave his threat, silently, Caspar tucked the pokeball into his pouch. He would not use a pokemon that had no qualms with killing him if he did not absolutely need to. If he needed a pokemon at all, he would rely on the one he had swiped from that thug earlier in the night. Hopefully, Caspar thought, that one isn't quite as murderous.

Caspar laughed when the order to flee was given. Not because fleeing was funny. Fleeing was necessary and he was honestly relieved that they would be leaving the web of Gallagher's influence. He laughed because of the ridiculousness of once again being on the run with his sister. They had been apart for half a decade and yet the moment they were reunited they were pushed into an all too familiar situation.

When Clare bolted out the door, Caspar gave his thanks to the healer and then quickly followed after her. He was caught off guard by her Sendri, and it took him a moment to switch tongue "Be safe. See you soon." With that, they parted and Caspar headed in the direction that Clare had indicated.

The General Shoppe was still open, thankfully, a faint, eerie light filtered out of the windows and into the street. Hastily, Caspar swung the door open and startled the poor woman who was sweeping her floor clean from dirt accumulated after a long day of travelers, such as himself, bustling in with their muddied boots. He waved to her apologetically and she replied with a knowing nod.

Caspar wasted no time in collecting the items he needed. For himself, he grabbed a Full Heal, an Antidote, 2 Super Potions, a lockpicking kit, a dusk ball, and snagged a Carbos that he hoped would earn some favor with his Vulpix. For Clare, he purchased the items on her list.

In order to offset the cost of his purchase, he tried to sell somethings he had acquired that he did not need. To the Shoppe Keeper, he offered a Relic Vase, an HP Up, and a mystical Pearl said to be blessed by Lugia. Normally, Caspar would not have parted with such items, but he valued his life above his greed.

Once he was done with his trade, Caspar went back out to the road where he released the Vulpix and met with her for the first time.

Ignition


With introductions finished, he ran off for the northern gate. Clare was already there, pacing in the shadows. "Hey" he whispered loud enough that just she could hear, and hopefully no one else's attention would be drawn near. When he was close to her, and saw that she was okay, a tension that he did not know he was holding, released and he relaxed.

He gave the Litleo a gentle pat on the head, acknowledging her presence, and was grateful that at least one fire type pokemon tonight would not assail him. "I've been to Doran, but never on foot." They would travel on foot if need be, but paying voyage on a caravan would be far more desirable.

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    1 Dusk Ball (40g)
    1 Carbos (400g) This was used in the embedded dev post already graded.
    Total: 630g
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    1 HP Up (???g)
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The woman's eyes bulged as Caspar laid the gears he intended to sell her on the counter, and she spent a moment simply staring at them, then at him, then pressed her lips together and shuffled into the back room.

She was quick to return, a shuffling young man with dark skin and a brilliant smile in her wake. He nodded to Caspar in greetings, then picked up the individual items to examine each with care, though quickly, before turning and whispering something to the lady. Her face twisted into the grimace, but she nodded and scuttled off again.

Left alone in the shop, the stranger grinned at Caspar. "Seems like it's your lucky day, Mister," he remarked lightly, and the reason for his words came soon after, in the form of eight large gold coins, each worth a hundred. For the Lugia's Pearl, the shopkeeper paid him six. For the HP Up, she paid two. Half the original price, but still a good one.

The profit was somewhat mitigated by the gold Caspar spent immediately after, but he still walked out of the store with all the supplies he needed and a bag still packed with money. The walk to the gates and to his sister remained uneventful save the occasional figure perched on roofs or shuffling footsteps in the shadows, or the quiet whistling of guards on night patrol. Business was as usual in Cypwater tonight, the city oblivious to the removal-in-planning of one of its own citizens.

After all, this happened every night.

There were no guards to make life hard for the twins when they deigned to leave town, whenever that was. The only thing that watched them was a murder of murkrows perched near the gate, and they did so without comments as long as they were left alone to their meal of torn-apart carcasses. The Walk beyond, leading into the dark, was peaceful if quiet. Nothing of much importance moved below the bridge or above it, pokemons having gone to sleep for the night. The things that were awake kept clear of humans. They disliked possible encounters.

It would be here that the twins could meet their "rented" pokemons, if they had any desires to. If they did not...well, come morning they would discover that the pokeballs Trick Murray had given them were not just any old pokeballs with a paint-over. At sunrise, they would automatically click open to reveal their contents, whose moods would surely have gone sour by that point.

If Clare and Caspar stubbornly persisted in keeping that trouble out of sight and out of mind, however, no one would call them out on it. They were free to "flee" as they saw fit, moving as fast or slow as they wanted to, and in a mile would be amidst swamps with nothing but the Walkway under their feet and the first sign of civilization nestled further off to the west, a glimmer of faint candlelight.

An inn, no doubt, one of many built along this road to profit off weary travelers. There would be more as they kept going, but was this a place to rest? Sunrise would be long in coming, and human instincts made one sleepy at night. Furthermore, though there were no caravans leading from Cypwater itself, they might be able to find someone who was willing to carry them to Doran here. How would they proceed?


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Jasper kept a close, predatory eye on the ‘krow as the group passed the gates, and for a moment Clare wondered if the litleo would chase after them (where part of her wished she would, and another, having formed an attachment to the kitten after what happened at her flat, hoped she would not be tempted.). She stayed trotting close to their feet, her tail thrashing to either side of her flanks, until the dark birds were out of sight. Clare busied herself with taking inventory of what she had and what Caspar had brought back for her as they walked.

She could not speak for her brother, but Clare had no intention of taking out Trick Murray’s gift at the moment. His power was displayed during the incident earlier, and it’d been enough to prove to Clare he had no practical reason to be out at the moment. Jasper had better nighttime senses; Marco was another back to watch while they fled the city.

Though she’d been in the region for nearly half a decade, Clare hardly had the occasion to leave Cypwater, so the inn they came upon was nothing familiar to her. Again, she couldn’t really gauge what Caspar would need at this point. She was used to staying up much later than this, since her fights were in the evening, and Gallagher’s side work was never done during the daylight. They would need to keep going, but if they were expected to make it to Doran, they’d have to stop sooner or later. Taking a glance down at the litleo, at her sharp hips and painfully thin waist, Clare decided that sooner was best. Marshall hadn’t exactly decided to feed Clare while she was stuffed in that cage, no use to expend resources on something that could be dead the next day.

She got Caspar’s attention and pointed in the direction of the inn. “Let’s stop, get some food. Maybe we’ll get a lucky break and find someone who’ll give us a ride north.” He could stay outside if he wanted, and she’d make the stop quick, in that case; get hot food for herself and the mongrel, then poke around to see who might be heading in the same direction as them.

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Caspar had traveled this route many times before, but this time it felt so... different. Every step felt much heavier than it should have and Caspar was painfully aware of any noise he made. The crunching of dirt and twigs beneath his feet. The slight brushing of fabric against fabric as he moved. It all seemed much louder, he was too aware, too conscious of his setting, but he could not help it. It all really was so different traveling this path with Clare. Caspar still could not wrap his head around the events that had just transpired, but, instead of dwelling on them, he pushed them out of his mind. It was easy for him. To just forget and move on.

"That's a good idea," Caspar nodded and they headed to the inn. It was an inn he had stayed in before, though not in years so he was unsure of what they would find when they entered. He hoped that the inn still had a representative from Harper's Passion stationed there. Never had he interacted with the representative in the past, but he knew about the random trade hall. You could trade a pokemon with the guild and receive a random pokemon back and Caspar had two full pokeballs that he did not want to keep.

The Lillipup was potentially a good ally, but Caspar wanted more type coverage for him and Clare. And the Luvdisc was probably useless. It was a weak fish that also offered little type coverage for anything that would be strong against their two fire types. The Swadloon did provide good support in that regard, but Caspar would prefer not to find out how loyal of an ally that pokemon was.

If there was a representative from Harper's Passion, he would play his chances and offer up those two pokeballs for two other pokemon in return. Then he would join Clare in eating a warm meal and in scouting the rest of the inn for someone who could give them a ride north.

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If either of the twins chose to enter the quaint looking inn they would be surprised to find it rather crowded for the night. Some patrons beckoned the innkeeper for a hot meal. They shined pretty gold pieces for her in hopes of getting quicker service. Tired of belligerent and intoxicated customers she accepted the coin without putting up a fuss. She pocketed the gold and went to retrieve a plate of mash and gravy. It was a crowd pleaser and simple to make in large batches. A large pot would be heated for hours to reduce the sauce. An occasional stir was all it needed and maybe a bit of flour to alter the viscosity. The saltiness supplemented the thirst patrons had when they ordered a pint of ale. The barkeep wasn’t all that careful and the tankard would clink on the counter, the force enough to slosh and overflow. A waste of a good drink, but the patrons are sheltered and well fed for the night that they can afford to be lenient.

There are multiple persons of interests that Caspar and Clare could shake down. Most seem to be in a relatively good mood that brute force shouldn’t be necessary for them to spill any viable pieces of information.

In a corner there is a group consisting of five customers. They are well equipped for travels; both heavily armed and outfitted with armour. If approached they might be protective of their party and distance themselves in at least social etiquette. They own the caravan pulled by twin meganium. Eavesdropping isn’t needed seeing as the leader loves to hear his own voice. They’re heading to Navdia Crater. The edge to his voice hints that they’re in a hurry, so they’ll be crossing Doran Village into Route 10. Order Rogues and ghosts are said to haunt Route 10 so anyone seeking passage with them should be safe from raiders. What price they’ll charge for passage however might cost more than what commoners are willing to pay.

In the opposite end of the room things are much quieter. A woman picking at her food might have seen better days. Her clothes are askew and unkempt. Her hair is messily tied into a bun, the baby hairs coiled in haphazard directions seem to want to break free from the ribbon. She owns a much smaller cart pulled by unbroken blitzles. It’s safe to say the ride would be bumpy and uncomfortable. She doesn’t seem to have any weapons on her person and if her pedestrian clothing was any indicator, others would assume she was just a simple traveller.

A guild member of Harper’s Passion is stationed here. She casually propped an arm around any empty chair and circled the rim of her drink with an index finger. The guild crest, a noble Noctowl is emblazoned on her buckler that’s been left on the empty chair. Her eyes are unfocused, at least not from alcohol, she just might be lost in her own thoughts.

To those that enter the establishment, a woman greets every patron at the inn. Her flared dress appears new. Her stocky figure might seem intimidating but her voice has this melodic drawl that’s warm and welcoming. She’s worked here for years and is plenty observant about any grueling details about the inn’s guests tonight.

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